#good backgrounds are overrated ;)

[shitapril]

very often see posts about how the one direction fans grew up to be formula one fans, and the more I think of it, the more it makes sense. putting aside the fact that almost all my f1 friends were 1d fans (were ? are lol), it makes sense that a fandom who's fuel was hyperfixating on boys living out their dreams shifted from one form of it to another.

tha being said, it got me thinking - how do the girlies translate to f1 ? and by girlies i mean what your kpop fan would call a "bias". for example, if i was a niall girl - who's my favourite now ?

so here's a silly little non-sensical analysis and comparison that should not be taken seriously at all :

firstly, the zayn malik girlies are definitely lewis hamilton girlies. both zayn and lewis come from humble backgrounds, were subject to vile, inhumane racial discrimination and hate - all while being arguably the most talented in their respective fields (I mean, you've heard zayn's high note in you & I, and seen lewis' 7 world championships). they're hardworking, pet-loving, very fashionable men who stay out of unnecessary spotlight for the most part, and step out once in a while to remind the world they're drop-dead gorgeous. the zayn girls are safe with lewis.

next comes liam payne - and here on you'll have to hear me out with my comparison of every racer and bandmate. liam and george russell are both aggressively british, unapologetically goofy and true to themselves (and i'm talking about liam in 1d not the one on logan paul's podcast). they're both very talented, highly regarded in their boss' eyes (toto wolff and simon cowell - this post is going to be interesting wow) and still somehow not an immediate fan favourite. this comparison also goes wonderfully well with the whole ziam and britcedes parallels.

thirdly, louis tomlinson. easy peasy. max verstappen. both incredibly blunt, dry humour, pr nightmares, do not give two single hecks. people either love them, or hate them - no in between. both incredibly talented individuals (louis wrote majority of 1d's discography, max has 3 world championships under his belt) and yet are discredited ("louis is only famous cuz of his bandmates and the band itself" and "max just had a good car"). the zayn and louis fued also parallels abu dhabi 2021 quite well aye ? (i'm going insane)

harry styles, no debate. charles leclerc - regarded as the pretty boys (the prettiest, their fans would insist i'm sure) and the most popular, the well-liked. both extremely talented without a doubt, but a little bit overrated, and victimised to glorify and support fan narratives. i know i sound like a hater - forgive me, not my intention. i like them both as individuals - their fans on the other hand (and no, not all, i know) are so blind-sided, so insane and cause so much unpleasantness on the internet. almost ironic, how the most amicable ones have the least liked fans lol. that aside though, if you were a harry girl, chances are you went from one fan-favourite to the other. i also just realised - this supports the larry and lestappen narratives - am i genuinely, honestly onto something here ? (i absolutely am not)

lastly, niall horan. now this one i'm sure will divide you all, but here you go anyway. lando norris. both babied immensely by their fans and bandmates/teammates alike - churchboy persona. the moment they shed the insecurity, suddenly bam everyone hates them (niall's mofo t-shirts, lando's frat boy tendencies, and saying things that the internet will not find funny), promising at a young age, yet somehow grew up to be called overrated. their fans are stubbornly loyal to them, defending them through all their rights, and wrongs. it makes sense to me. one smiley boy to another.

this probably makes no sense - but feel free to add your own comparisons, theories, and notes ! there's 5 of them and 20 on the grid, obviosuly disparity for me to go on and on and on about (for example, I see a little zayn girls to carlos girls pipeline, louis to fernando - oldest boy syndrome and all that) so let me know ! let's yap :)

[katebishopsbow]

YOU AND ME AGAINST THE WORLD • MAX VERSTAPPEN

pairing: max verstappen x sister!reader

summary: nobody enjoys being booed, and even the toughest of fighters like max verstappen would get disheartened from it. looking right through his act on camera, you decided to give your brother a call to tell him how proud of him you were. what you didn’t expect though, was to hear max cry.

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, reader being a good sister

word count: 1.4k

(image is not mine)

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“And Max Verstappen wins the US Grand Prix!”

Your brother had done it again – proving to those who had ever doubted him that he was born a champion by getting his 50th race win. You watched the race from the living room of your family home, grinning at the TV screen with the biggest smile on your face as the camera panned over the Redbull racecar. 

When Max came on screen during the post-race interview, his eyes crinkling from how hard he was smiling, your heart swelled with so much pride because you knew he was living out his childhood dream. You could still remember him telling you as a kid with the most determined look on his face that he was going to be a world champion one day, and you had never doubted him for a second.

That was when you could the faint sounds of people booing in the background, just barely masked by the voices of your brother and the interviewer. There was no doubt that the jeers were directed at your Max as he was the only one being broadcasted on the big screens, and the joy you were feeling moments ago had twisted into a sour, unpleasant feeling.

Max had worked so hard to be in his position right now. He didn’t have it easier than anyone else – he dedicated blood, sweat, and tears to his work and sacrificed everything to accomplish the achievements he had today just like all the other drivers on the grid, so why was he the only one being subjected to such unjust hostility?

Having been involved in the sport ever since childhood because of your father and Max, you had always known that people could be cruel. “The higher you rise, the sharper the knives,” couldn’t be more true, and people would do anything to tear you down. They would never acknowledge the effort and hard work you had given, because in their eyes you’d always be undeserving and overrated.

“Does the booing annoy you?” The interviewer asked the driver before him, addressing the unignorable sound of the crowd. Max chuckled lightheartedly at the question, shrugging his shoulder as he answered in good humor, “In the end, I’m the one taking the trophy home, so it’s fine with me!” 

“So next week when it’s ten times worse and you win –” “Then I’ll still go home with the trophy, so it’s all good.”

The interviewer smiled at his graceful answer, glad that he approached the question with nonchalance instead of being spiteful and throwing a fit for the underserved hate. Max’s smile never faltered during the rest of the interview, appearing to be completely unaffected as he answered the questions all the while the crowd continued to boo him.

To the rest of the world, his act seemed totally convincing. It did look like he didn’t give two shits about the haters, laughing at some jokes the interviewer cracked as he talked about his performances during the race and areas of improvement. But you were his little sister, and you knew him well enough to know that the spectator’s reaction had undoubtedly affected him.

You noticed the way his lips twitched ever-so-slightly whenever the crowd taunted him louder, and how his eyes no longer had that gleam of genuine joy that was there when he first appeared on screen for the post-race interview. Max was such a great actor in front of the camera, always knowing how to put on the bravest face and the most convincing front when the world was watching him – but he could never fool you.

The interview concluded fairly quickly, with the interviewer congratulating Max on his 50th win and Max thanking him for his time. You watched as he gave a thumbs-up to the camera before walking off, and it’s times like this that made you wish more than anything to be there for your brother and let him know how proud you were.

So you waited for him to finish all of his media duties and obligatory team meetings that day, and dialed his phone number when you knew he had already settled down for the night in his hotel room.

In the dimly lit hotel suite, Max’s phone rang and he watched as the name “baby sis” and that terrible candid photo he took of you during a family vacation which he set as your contact photo appeared on his screen. He couldn’t help but laugh whenever he saw that picture – your face scrunched up in pure horror and disgust as a wasp flew toward your face.

He picked up the call and his face brightened up almost instantly the second he heard your voice. “Max, hey…” you said on the phone, your lips pulling up into the biggest grin the same way as your brother. “Hey kid, what’s up?” The nickname made you roll your eyes in feigned annoyance – even though you were all grown up and definitely not a kid anymore, he still called you that. 

“Nothing much, just staying in for the night. You feeling okay?” You didn’t have to say anything more, Max already knew what you were talking about – the crowd booing at him this afternoon. He could pretend to not know what you had meant, diverting the topic to something unimportant, but he knew he would never get past you. 

“Yeah, it’s whatever,” he hummed nonchalantly, hoping his curt answer could somehow fool you that he was not at all affected. The line went momentarily silent as you two said nothing to each other – you knew that he was lying, and he knew that you knew he was lying. “Max,” you broke the quietness and called out his name, “You know that I’m so proud of you, right?”

Max didn’t respond to your question, so you continued on with what you wanted to say to him. “We can all see your efforts… you are the smartest, strongest, most dedicated person I know and I am always so grateful to have you as my brother. Even when the world is trying its hardest to paint you as the bad guy and portray you as the villain, I know you have the kindest heart. I will always be by your side, Max. Always.”

You had to check your phone to see if the call had accidentally ended because the other side of the line was completely silent. “Max?” you called out your brother’s name again, and your heart ached with pity when you heard your brother’s soft sniffles over the phone.

Growing up, Max had rarely cried in front of you – it was always you who cried over the tiniest inconveniences and needed your brother to comfort you as you soaked through his t-shirt with your tears. You could still remember how his hands would glide down your back comfortingly, feeling like nothing could ever harm you again as he wrapped you delicately in his arms. 

Max was always there when you needed him the most, and now you wished you could be there for him the same way he had done for you. “Everything’s gonna be okay, Max. I always got your back.” Hearing you say that you were proud of him and that you knew he had a kind heart was more than enough for Max. The world could say whatever it wanted about him, but as long as you were by his side, all is well.

“Thank you for saying that,” he said in a hushed whisper, voice wavering with emotions threatening to spill over. You wanted so badly to give him a big hug, to let him know that this was never his fault and he should never be punished by the world for his success. “It’s you and me against the world, Max, just like when we were kids,” you said with a smile, and for the first time since that afternoon, Max found himself genuinely smiling with you.

When the call ended that night, Max felt like a heavy weight was being lifted off his shoulders. He didn’t have to face the world alone, he had you by his side supporting every decision of his. The world could be so cruel, you both knew that, but everything seemed to be less nerve-wracking when you had each other’s back. 

[smilingcrittersthingig]

aw dang im having some self reflection

My art isn’t really that great is it, it’s just basic shapes and basic colors, i can’t even shade that good, I cant draw backgrounds well, my anatomy’s all fucked up, my perspective shots are all wrong, my aus just copies of other better aus, gosh man. Everyone else does it better, what am I doing different? what is it that I do that’s appealing to people. What am I but a basic overrated good for nothing who tries to act as something they arent. Am I being an attention seeking asshole for posting this on my main blog? I probably am! Why am I even making this? Why am I feeling like this? Whats wrong with me

Lolol sorryyyyy

[amomentsescape]

Slashers Creating a Personal Carnival for Reader

Background: Reader becomes overstimulated from loud noises, but still wants to experience what it's like to go to the carnival and have fun. The Slashers want to help make this dream a reality for them.

A/N: This was a personal request I received through my messages. They asked to remain anonymous for this, but I hope they and everyone else enjoys!

Freddy Krueger

This man can literally turn the world into whatever he wants

So the night before, when you expressed how disappointed you were that you couldn't go to the town carnival, Freddy knew what to do

He always wants to make you smile, so seeing that frown was a big no in his book

He took time to plan out what he wanted to do while you were awake during the day

But that night when you went to sleep, you were shocked to find yourself in your very own carnival

There was no one else around, but you could smell the cotton candy in the air and feel the grass beneath your feet

Freddy popped up beside you with a wide smile

"Surprise!"

He then took you through everything you wanted to do

The games had every plushie you adored in multiple sizes and colors

Every ball you threw and every pin you knocked down barely made a sound

He even took you on a rollercoaster and sat beside you

There was a little wind on your skin, but the coaster remained quiet and didn't jostle you around like a normal one would

It was like he knew exactly what you needed in that moment

The night ended with you sharing some fair food together on a bench, the bright lights still dazzling around you

Michael Myers

He didn't quite understand why you were so upset at first

He thought carnivals were overrated and never had a desire to go to one himself

But he could see that sad look in your eye when you expressed your disappointment

You were the only person he actually cared about, so he knew he needed to do something to help you

The next morning, you went downstairs to the smell of popcorn

You could see that things had been changed around in the living room once you were there

There was an old fashioned popcorn maker in the corner

And next to it was an even older skee ball machine

Michael was standing beside them, just looking at your reaction

A huge smile grew on your face at the sight

Michael wasn't one to be sentimental, so the fact that he went out of his way to get these things for you meant a lot

He watched you play skee ball a couple of times before you dragged him over to play with you

He was surprisingly good for having not played before

After a couple more rounds, he pulled out a plushie of your favorite animal

It was a little dirty, but you can tell he probably looked high and low for it

He then sat you down on the chair in front of the TV and put on one of those roller coaster videos from online

You laughed at the video, enjoying hearing all the sounds and seeing the sky

But then the chair started to move in unison to the video, Michael squatting down and shifting it back and forth beside you

You ended the day off sharing popcorn together on the couch, listening to fair music from the TV

Jason Voorhees

The child in him can understand where you are coming from

He also used to want to go to carnivals, but he never felt comfortable doing so because of everyone teasing him

So now knowing that also want to experience what a fair is like, Jason felt motivated to make it a reality

You and him spending time together alone? Perfection, in his eyes

Plus, the woods are the perfect place to do this

Later that afternoon, Jason came inside and ushered you out the door to your confusion

But once outside, you saw an old roller coaster seat, a couple bags of cotton candy, a few small plushies, and an old basketball hoop

You looked at Jason confused before he handed you a basketball, watching you intently

You took a few moments to think about what to do before throwing the ball at the hoop, making it in right away

Jason walked over quickly and picked up one of the plushies, handing it to you

You began to laugh when you realized what he was doing

He quickly sat you in the roller coaster seat and began to move it around, imitating turns and bumps

This made you laugh even harder as he worked so hard to make it feel like an actual ride

You eventually had him sit beside you as you ate some cotton candy, telling Jason how much fun you had and how much you loved what he did for you

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas has also never been to a carnival before

But you explaining what they're supposed to be like and everything made him want to go with you

But he understands how they can become sensory overload

They'd probably be too much for him to handle too

So why not bring the carnival to you instead?

You woke up in the morning to the backyard being all decked out

There were bags on candy and plushies on a table next to a balloon "popping" game

Thomas was super proud of himself for building the game just for you

He took your hand and led you over to everything

He watched you bounce a small ball on a few balloons, handing you a plushie afterwards

(Having the ball bounce was his way of popping the balloons without the loud sound)

He even managed to bounce a couple himself

He also shared some candy with you in between rounds of playing

Thomas eventually took you back inside to the living room where he had a basket and a fan hooked up

He sat you down inside and turned on the fan, letting it blow on you

He then began to push the basket around on the floor, leading you all over the place in the living room

All that could be heard were your giggles throughout the house

Bubba Sawyer

As fun as carnivals sounded, Bubba never really got to go to one either

But all he knew was that you wanted to go but was upset that you couldn't because of the sensory stimulation

So Bubba decided to stay up all night, building what he could out of scrap metal and wood he had around the house

He managed to rig up a game where you tried to knock glass bottles over

He also built a little wooden stand where you could "purchase" snacks and drinks

He even dug a small path in the ground for a small basket to follow

When he excitedly dragged you outside the next morning, you were shocked to see everything

He hurriedly gave you a ball and motioned for you to knock down the pins

He then rewarded you with a plushie even if you didn't get them all down

He offered you candy, gave you big hugs, and even tried to "win" you extra plushies

The day ended with him pushing you in the basket along the dug out path, winding around the yard and making you smile in delight

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms had been to his share of carnivals in the past, but he hates seeing that frown on your face since you haven't done the same

He doesn't like leaving the house of course, but he does the best that he can

He makes each piece of furniture in the house a different ride for you

He even raids the pantries for extra snacks and foods that he thinks you'll like

And his old stuffed animals? The perfect prizes for winning some games!

He waits until the night, waking you up from your sleep to take you downstairs

He adjusted the lighting so it was a little darker, but this made everything else stand out

He put on some music on the record player as he took you on all the rides, giving you hugs from behind

And although they weren't quite traditional fair games, he did the best he could with his parent's old pool table, setting up different plastic cups to knock down

And every plushie you won was a memory for Brahms, which made it even more special

Although a little selfish, he can be quite romantic when he wants to be

Norman Bates

He can't bear to see you cry like this

He'd love to go to the carnival with you, but he also wants to see you comfortable and happy

He decides to close the motel for the day- anything for you was worth it

And after breakfast, you were surprised to see that each motel room had been turned into something different

Some had different games in them

Others had sweets and fair food

And one even had your own little rollercoaster, the TV playing a ride POV for you

You about jumped in his arms when you saw everything

You excitedly grabbed his hand and pulled him along to each room, making sure that he played and ate alongside you the whole time

It wouldn't have been the same if he wasn't at the carnival with you

Your favorite was the rollercoaster though, loving how he stayed close to your side as he moved the "ride" around in unison to the TV

Everything was perfect

And Norman reserved the last room as a little resting area, cuddling up next to you on the bed and asking how you liked everything

He thinks that maybe he should do this again in the future

Billy Loomis

With the carnival coming to town, Billy could immediately tell that something was wrong

When you told him about your disappointment, he wiped away your tears and told you it would be okay

A couple days later, you were at the empty town fair with Billy

All it took were a couple threats from "Ghostface" to the police station for the residents to not show up that day to the carnival

He toured you around for a bit, showing you all the food and rides

And when you were ready, you guys ended up trying out some of the games

He let you pick out whatever plushie you wanted and he got it down for you

He also sat in the rollercoaster cart with you, letting you experience what it was like to be in one with him without all the loud noises and craziness that usually come with the ride

And he happily hopped into a couple different food trucks, pretending to be a worker and asking for your order

It was probably the best date you've had with Billy so far

Stu Macher

Stu despises seeing you upset about anything

He'd go to the lengths of the earth to keep you smiling

So when he told you to come over to his place for date night, you were shocked to see your own mini carnival inside his living room

All of your favorite foods and drink were set out on the table

And he even made his own version of the pin game you'd normally see at carnivals

He may have stolen some of the "winnable" plushies however

But it's the thought that counts in his book

The fact that he did all of this for you was enough to make you cry

He happily took your hand and led you over to everything, explaining what he did and how you both were going to have so much fun

He even made a couple cut outs in a large box he had, allowing both of you to fit in the "rollercoaster" ride

He tried mimicking the actual ride by making funny noises and putting his hands in the air, shaking the box around with you in it

He may have knocked you both over a couple of times, but it was still fun either way

Eric Draven

You're sad about not being able to go to the carnival?

Well lucky for you, Eric has access to his share of empty rooftops, giving you plenty of room to have fun

He spent a couple of nights piecing together different games and foods that he thought you would like

He even bought a few different strings lights to give off that colorful experience you'd see at an actual fair

He waited until the middle of the night once the city was asleep to take you onto the rooftop with him

It was honestly so pretty

The lights, the gentle music, and the cool feeling of the night air was perfect

Your carnival visit was very relaxing too

You played some games together, Eric insisting that he had to play a few rounds in order to win you a plushie

And to your surprise, he "won" you the stuffed animal you had been eyeing in the store a week ago

And any fair food you've wanted to try? Eric somehow has it for you

You both ended the night sharing cotton candy and looking out over the quiet city together, your head resting on his shoulder

[kunikiden]

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki Headcannons ?!

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki loves video games no matter the genre. However, he tends to prefer games that have a pvp aspect or are competitive due to the skill he holds towards these games. For example, Fortnite, Valorant, Mario Kart, etc.

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki always has Minecraft running in the background when gaming, so he can quickly switch to it if needed.

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki likes to mine the most in Minecraft. When he's not doing that, he's either exploring or killing off mobs. ( Building is NOT his specialty )

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki wears a soft pink headset that has interchangeable cat ears. ( It was a Christmas gift from Panda. )

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki has a headset that is designed to his likes and his gaming tendencies that also matches the color scheme of his setup, but still wears the ones Panda got him out of appreciation.

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki prefers gaming on his PC or his Xbox due to its easy controls, better privacy settings, and raw computing power. ( He is an avid Playstation hater. )

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki has both a regular Nintendo Switch and a smaller Nintendo Switch Lite he likes to bring on his person, whether in public or at school.

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki used to be a chronic DS & 3DS user as a kid, but now he keeps it preserved on display in his bedroom.

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki was always a big fan of the Pokémon franchise, and some of his favorites are Togepede and the Aloan Vulpix.

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki's favorite 'old' Pokémon game is Pokémon White.

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki thinks fire starter type Pokémon are overrated and always chooses the water types.

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki has a microphone for voice chat but only uses it when he is playing with his friends; aka people who understand his rice ball language.

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki wears your classic white boy t-shirts while playing. ( Eat sleep game repeat, I paused my game to be here, etc ) In addition, he has a collection of these but refuses to wear them outside his dorm or house

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki used to rage and go absolutely feral over Among Us in 2020

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki has accidentally cursed someone out of rage, forcing them to log off and delete their account.

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki bought a fancy gaming chair that can recline and have adjustable height ( as well as a secret massage mode ) that he can play/adjust by using a remote. ( Panda offered to buy him a toilet bowl attachment )

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki often drags his fellow second years out to arcades in competition to see who can win by getting the most tickets by the end of the night. ( He always wins, but Yuta comes close due to Rika's help ( she's cheating ))

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki has a YouTube channel for gaming that he will occasionally post a vlog on

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki first started posting videos in his rice ball language but realized after a while that the reason he wasn't getting likes was because people couldn't understand him. Shortly after, he stopped talking and just started adding subtiltes/captions.

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki has built his own PC with the help of Yuta. ( All he did was be emotional support as Toge rambled on about it and went with him to shops to buy the necessary parts )

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki is also really good at board games, but for some reason SUCKS at any type of Monopoly besides the cheaters version. ( and chess, he is horrid at chess )

[themonotonysyndrome]

Castin Hammer Headcanons

While writing my newest fic, I suddenly realised that I had yet to actually write up headcanons purely of Castin as a character. Huh. So here are just some headcanons that I sprinkled into my fic series and just my take on the character~

LET'S BEGIN!

Due to Desmond being able to play the piano, so does Castin! He learns by ear instead of having any formal classes and can now play several songs! Before he chooses the lingerie, he briefly contemplates serenading the Baroness as a gift, but the thought of him playing the piano and singing in public would ruin his 'mainly warrior' reputation, so he immediately dismisses the idea.

There's a piano room in the manor dedicated just for him once Castin confesses. If he's not in the mood for wine, you can hear music coming from somewhere in the manor as he unwinds for the night.

An Ambivert. He likes hanging out with Rhett and can quickly be the life of the party, but afterwards, you ain't gonna see this man outside of his home for at least 2 days.

He's a switch, though he leans more as a service top. The thought of eating the Baroness out for hours on end is enough to make him come in his pants dsnjfndskfsdfs.

He comes from a modest family where money is never really tight, but the Hammers never spend it on luxury goods. Because of that, it was a whiplash for Castin when he realised that he married into wealth. It took him a really long time to accept the Baroness spoiling him with jewellery, clothes & stuffs.

Castin only knew about his father via photos that his mother kept because he was lost at sea when Castin was very young. After becoming a father, he sometimes thinks about his lack of one and worries it might affect him in raising his child(ren).

His favourite colour is orange because it reminds him of hearths and how his Ma used to read him stories nearby, and no amount of Fire Ascendants could take that away from him.

We know that he compared himself to Rhett when they were growing up from his Prologue chapter but he's also lowkey jealous of Lilia of how quick she is to make friends with the other village kids - boys and girls alike while he was always the awkward one.

Had a journal as a boy where he wrote down his life plans. Entries include: Be a badass warrior by 25, Own a brown horse and name it Brownie, buy Ma a house and make sure she retires before 50 & etc.

He hates the colour gold because he thinks it's overrated, lol.

Speaking of hate, he LOATHES horror movies. Castin just can't stand jump scares and the tension that comes with it.

In a modern high school au, he would be a jock, and how he would meet the Baroness is via tutoring at the behest of a teacher to push his grades up.

Castin would absolutely bawl over that one scene where Chihiro and Haku let go of their hands near the finale of the Spirited Away.

Castin has the unfortunate habit of looking at things in a tunnel vision - detailed, yes, but also very narrowed and only in the present. Hence, the reason why he's bad at trying to understand the Baroness' point of view during his Chapter 5 audio.

When his popularity rose as a warrior, and people slowly realised how good-looking he is, Castin became the unfortunate object to be won by young ladies from various backgrounds. To stop the in-fighting, the ladies agreed to take turns dating him for 2-3 months before they had to break up with him so the next girl could take her turn with him. Castin was utterly oblivious to their game until the Baroness caught wind of it. (Amnesia fans, anyone?)

His favourite dish is vegetable stew, and he looks forward to it every Winter.

Never really see the appeal in tattoos until he marries the Baroness. After that, he wanted to carry something of his wife on him at all times - especially when he had to go back to the frontlines - hence, her name across his heart.

His version of a perfect date sparring with his men while the Baroness cheers him on. Afterward, they would go to a restaurant and wine and dine with her. Then, claiming his desserts in the bedroom~

In the modern au, he's an Android user while the Baroness uses an iPhone. Expect him to constantly text, "Babe, would you still love me if I was a worm? 🥺" constantly to the Baroness.

Castin absolutely loves dad puns, so expect him to go all out once their kid(s) is born!

In the modern AU, his hobbies would be LEGO building and playing rugby with Rhett and the other boys. He likes dragging the Baroness to the stands so she can watch him. The cheerleaders are always jealous whenever he does so.

Speaking of modern AU, his favourite artists are Beyonce, Chris Grey and Mariah Carey.

[ms-oswald]

starry night | aemond targaryen

author's note: my first aemond fic to officially write - though not the first one that came to me (👀). hopefully, this will be enjoyable. spotify has the playlist from the expo. you can listen to it while reading or not. all up to you :) lots of love & stay safe 💕

      She was unbothered by the crowd, her ears soothed by the soft orchestra as its violin and cello strings swiftly danced through her headphones, the item covering the entirety of her cartilage.  

Her focus was given to the timeless masterpiece, her gaze following the road of the paintbrush as it retraced the softness of the model’s curves; from afar, she had the sight to detect the faintest of details.  

Even in-cased by thick glass where soft glare could be reflected at times, she could still depict the colors colliding with such ease from the forms of the background to the veil she wore, down to her right hand resting over her left wrist.  

She was taken by the art until a presence quietly made itself known by her side; to her left stood a tall man. He bore a pronounced jawline, platinum hair and from the corner of her eyes, she could depict a hint of lavender decorating his right iris. He was slender and held himself with his arms behind his back as he gave his attention to the painting in front of him, ignoring the commotion of the cameras and the people surrounding them.  

Removing her headset, it rested around her neck when she heard a soft grunt, a little ‘hm’. She smiled, biting the corner of her bottom lip as she dropped her head down, stifling a chortle. She then turned her head to the man as he spoke under his breath. 

“She is overrated.” His gaze hadn’t moved, his words disappearing into the collective but not to her.  

“Then why are you here?”  

Her tone wasn’t accusatory. Instead, she was indulging him almost, amused at the fact he still stood and stared at Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa.  

He was taken aback by her comment, not having realized she had heard him. He turned his head to her and huffed - almost a chuckle - as the corner of his lips curved upwards. “Good point.” 

She turned her eyes back to the painting, her head slightly tilting as she searched for her words. “I find her… intriguing.” The man remained put, his one good eye reverting to the piece of art that hung a few feet away from them. “She is hiding a secret, forever kept in the back books of history.” 

He chuckled, not fully impressed by her remark. He thought it generic even though he knew, in the back of his mind, it was made to amuse him. “That is what everyone is saying.”  

The lopsided grin won him over, her eyes meeting his. “Doesn’t mean it isn’t true.” She had quickly glanced to his injured eye, the color now a simple faded crystal blue. It didn’t bother her, and no reaction had come from her, which he silently appreciated. 

He inspected her as she, once again, looked away. She wore a wool wrapped coat that covered her down passed her knees, the belt tightened around her waist. Her hair looked almost disheveled from the knitted beanie she had removed, though her locks covered her gracefully as they rested around her while highlighting the shades of her eyes. 

He saw the headphones around her neck and smiled to himself; his own pair were held captive in his coat pocket. 

They stood for a few more minutes in silence, looking ahead at the painting.  

She was ready to move on but lingered, not wanting to part ways with the man standing next to her. 

He had grown annoyed with the crowd, desperate to leave the herd, but refrained as he was not ready to separate from her just yet. 

She picked her phone out of her pocket and looked at the time, the clock dangling above her paused playlist. She then pivoted to him, biting down her lip as she gathered courage to speak to him again. 

He noticed her changed position and peered at her, entranced by her stature. She had placed her arms behind her back, close to rocking on her toes as she quickly scanned the people around her before setting her eyes on him again. 

Inquisitive and hopeful, she held her breath. 

“This might be a bit forward, but… how do you feel about Van Gogh?” 

      It was overwhelming to say the least. 

Diving headfirst, they were transported into a new reality, surrounded by moving images, the projectors guiding them across the several rooms that inhabited Van Gogh’s life through his works of art.  

Submerged under the rays of colors, bathing under their illuminating glow, they were consumed by the sensory experience; bodies were wrapped within the various masterpieces, from the elegant portraits to the hundreds of landscapes. The duo was entranced into captivation as the musical score resonated from wall to wall, catching the essence of the paintings into its staff where the clefs kept the notes afloat with the shifts and swirls of the artist’s hopes and dreams.  

He was buried under the cascading lights, their intensity following the waves of the moving pictures. He was lost in his own amazement, in the thrill and sheer emotional rollercoaster he had embarked on; he enjoyed these works in passing, but only now could he truly understand the man’s pain.  

He turned around, his sight taking in the floating petals washed away by the wind to the waves of the oceans, to the ogling stares of portraits and voiced-out letters, until he eventually saw his companion. 

She stood a few feet away, intently staring at Van Gogh’s Self Portrait with a Pipe, when he was pulled in. 

She had been staring at it for a while, her eyes never wavering away from the man’s stare as he would blink while the smoke of his pipe danced in the air. She couldn’t tell what it was that shook her, what made her tremble to her very core, when she broke down. Silently tearing up, the old man was looking down at her as melancholy soaked his eyes, the gaze — a feathered touch of poignancy. 

Her guest was befuddled at his sight, to find her quietly crying in the dark was perplexing. He couldn’t have known the truth behind her tears, the reason her emotions strangled her through the music. The heartbreak she endured months ago, when she was forced to part ways with her fiancé due to his indiscretions — she had finally let the bourgeoning storm find her, drowning her in her impending ache. 

“Are you alright?” He approached her, worried while she remained frozen in front of the portrait.  

“Y-yes!” She had forgotten about her surroundings, his inquiry pushing her away from her trance. “Sorry about that. I don’t know what happened…” She let out a broken chuckle as she wiped the tears that strung across the corners of her eyes.  

“Was it the painting?” He was still curious, wanting to understand the circumstances of her gentle unraveling. 

She tilted her head to him, offering him a small smile. “I think the painting just brought it out of me.” 

As she spoke, the old man went away, the projectors continuing their route as they rode the audience into other works, welcoming them with more notable pieces, such as Starry Night. 

She took a deep breath, finding herself a seat on a bench and watched the stars move around them from across the four walls to the ground, right under their feet. 

The instruments’ chords brought her back to her trance, leaving only the boy in their shared reality.  

He could only stare at her, the echoes of her voice quieting down the static noise that lived in his head; all was now left unplugged, creating utter deafness.  

It was peaceful, and he felt he could finally breathe. 

He watched her in awe, the variation of blues etched across the sky where the golden stars warmed the hues; she was absorbed by the landscape as if she had been part of the picture itself.  

He was enthralled by her presence, the feelings thrumming against his heart and rekindling the spark of a dying flame, the embers laying low within the desert of ash around them. 

It had been way too long since he last felt this way.  

The heat raised his skin, shivers covering his entire body as he stuck to her, unable to partake in the rest of the exposition any longer. He had lost himself in her, taking in the way she had been immersed in the moving brushstrokes as they danced and rippled to her every footstep, her ability to appreciate the works around her, her knowledge of these renderings, the connection she had built by the simple look just enough to bring her to tears. 

All he could do was take her in, like fresh air, and admire the work of art that stood in front of him.  

      And then the lights went out, the room once again diving into the darkness until a voice was heard above their heads, reading out loud the written words that were shared between the painter and his brother. 

The young man was pulled out of his reverie and looked away from her, taking in a slow breath to calm the bombardments in his chest. 

His mind was still quiet, which he thanked.  

It had been a while since he could last hear himself think. 

But even now it seemed, his words strung nonsense. 

The woman had taken his senses captive, luring him into complete ignorant bliss, and he loved it. 

The expo, eventually over, the ending was presented with simple sentences that were etched across the walls.  

They made their way towards the exit, both parties reluctant to walk away from one another. 

She turned to look at him, catching a glimpse of his bi-colored gaze into her sight. She held her breath, enjoying the way the remaining lights captured the shades of his irises into perfect harmony.  

Afraid to end the momentum, he took the lead and stepped forward, though not too close as to invade her personal space.  

“I would like to see you again.” He spoke gently, carefully, patiently waiting for her response. His words were not a request, nor were they imposing. 

She smiled, flattered. “I’ll make room in my schedule, then.”  

Questions were not part of their relationship; they always held affirmative back-and-forth instead, knowing that inquiring was unnecessary.  

“I’m honoured.” He spoke up, cheekiness underlaid in his tone as he indulged her with his infamous smirk, the one that always made her bite the inside of her cheek to hold herself back. 

She grinned at him, dropping the playful charade they have been sharing this evening. 

“It was nice to see you again, Aemond…” She sighed, content. “It’s been too long.” 

He nodded, pensive. “It has.” 

He had missed her terribly.  

They lost touch in the last few years. She had moved away after getting engaged and started a new life on the other side of the world while he was left alone, their love for each other withering away before it had a chance to bloom, the dirt drying up without water. 

Silence hung between them, like a friend wrapping its arms around the couple’s shoulders in a joint trio. 

She then spoke again, biting her lip in thought. “I’m not really ready to go yet, and god knows I could use some air…” She let out a breath, her courage gathered on the tip of her tongue. “Do you want to go and get some coffee? We could catch up.” 

He agreed to her proposition, marching towards the door as he opened it for her, inviting her into the cool air of the city’s night. 

She smiled and graciously walked through before he followed her. 

They stepped outside meeting the dim lit stars and their moon hovering above them; the golden colours were present whereas the blue had been transformed into its reality counterpart - pure darkness wearing an essence of sublimity instead of its usual malevolence. 

Side by side, they took their time walking down the streets, his name tickling her lips into a softening smile. It was better than any orchestra, he thought, the composition of her voice alone making him feel like a spectator at his own opera show, his lost love becoming the conductor of their renewed symphony. 

The past caught up to them, taking them left and right without a real destination anymore. 

The roads were open, the warmth of their encounter illuminated under a starry night. 

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a/n: the exposition was based on something I attended. Loved it. If you need an outing and this happens in your city, go for it. You don't have to be an art advocate, or even really know Van Gogh in depth to appreciate his work and this immersive experience. It's overwhelmingly beautiful (does that make sense?) and worth the 1-2h :)

[vasyandii]

KruegerNak Fic- Like Talking

Synopsis: Late night talks with each other, this was before they started dating. Krueger pining tiny bit.

Characters: Sebastian Krueger, Phayvanh "Nak" Sotsvahn

Type: Casual, dialogue heavy

Warnings: None, other than slightly crude humour

Word count: 300+

Creator Note: Hey y'all! This is my first time writing a fic + publishing it, sorry if some stuff is clunky/weirdly formatted. As always, the art is done by me :3!! I'm much better as an artist than a writer xD

TV sounds filter into the background of his quarters as some sitcom reruns smeared across the screen - mindless entertainment for a brain bored outta its skull. Krueger reaches for his phone.

Nak had been mindlessly scrolling for hours to tire herself out, her apartment was quiet. She expected him to call today; but who the Hell calls at this hour?

“Hello?” Phayvanh answered, sitting up in her bed.

“Hey, want to talk?” Sebastian's voice crackled through the phone from his quarters at the base.

“I was about to head to bed, actually.”

“Oh. Should I call tomorrow?”

*He sounds... disappointed?* She could feel it through her end of the phone.

“I can stay up,” Phayvanh accepted, a pillow in her lap.

"Good." He monotoned, sounding more relieved.

"What're you up to?"

"Drinking," Sebastian replied

Phayvanh chuckled, "So the usual?"

"The usual." He murmured acknowledgingly, nursing a bottle of beer.

"Drinking is soooo overrated. I'm surprised your liver didn't give out on you yet. "

"Ya, right," he mocked, letting out a gruff chuckle that rumbled through the phone. "I've seen how much you drink."

“What, am I not allowed to let loose once in a while?”

“You can let loose when your vomit finally lands in a bucket.”

"Your face makes me vomit," she said deliberately.

Sebastian chuckled, "I'll carry a bucket around next time we see each other, then.”

“Asshole.”

"Thank you," His smirk widened at her words.

"Not a compliment, Baldy."

A comfortable silence settled between them, a normal occurrence these days. It wasn't like they ran out of things to talk about, somethings don't need to be said.

"It's late, you should probably go to bed, no?"

"Nah," Sebastian grumbled dismissively, “The night’s still young.”

"You sure?"

"Yeah, Phay," he replied softly, the edge to his voice having dimmed down. "Just... like talking to you, ya know? You're not too bored of my ass yet, are you?"

"No, no." She trailed off a little, much more gentle. "I'm not bored of you."

"That's good," he mumbled, the previously assertive tone of his voice replaced with uncharacteristic softness.

The hum of the TV filled the brief silence before he finally admitted, "Because... I'm not bored of you either."

[junglejim4322]

Henry potter is most definitely not a great work of art in fact I kind of hated the books myself but I think people exaggerate how bad it was when in reality it’s just a very overrated mediocre YA series, and none of this really matters specifically in regards to the actual series but more having the ideology that artistic quality is directly correlated to the moral character of who created it. It’s really pointless to pretend that there’s some formula where good people make good art and bad people make bad art and you can divide everything into morally acceptable categories and call it a day and if you actually take a second to look into the background of well, almost any artistic work you will find many things you enjoy are made by people who hm how to put this mildly were literally evil. Art is very often a reflection of someones beliefs yes which is always worth discussing but pretending that means the inherent quality of it is tied to that as well is not productive for anyone except people who need a pamphlet spoon fed to them on what is acceptable to think is good so they can sleep at night

[fallenrocket]

The thing I like best about Izzy's conversation with Ricky in 2x08 isn't actually the speech, even though it's definitely wonderful. No, my favorite part is that the speech is his response to Ricky's flattery.

I've always thought you were underrated. I mean, it's absurd, isn't it? Isn't it? That Blackbeard, he gets all this praise, when you are quite clearly the brains of this operation?

I don't think Izzy wouldn't quite characterized him and Ed that way in season 1. In 1x04, he admits how much he looked up to Ed and called him "the most brilliant sailor he had ever met." Even though he definitely thinks the shine has gone off the apple, it'd be wrong to think he'd say Blackbeard never deserved the credit he got.

But throughout season 1, Izzy definitely thinks of himself as Ed's keeper, or his handler or some other kind of gross, paternalistic role. He's the one who's "managed [Ed's] increasingly erratic moods" and "massaged" the concerned crew to reassure them. In his mind, he's the one holding this whole thing together, and Ed, "an insane, unpleasant shell of a man who's merely posing as Blackbeard," has lost the plot of what they're trying to do. Because this is how he sees himself, he can justify any action as being "for Ed's own good" (ugh.)

This isn't so different than what Ricky's offering him in this scene. Ed is overrated--you and I both know who's really keeping the ship afloat. (btw, side note: of course Ricky looks straight past the brilliant Indigenous tactician and makes the white dude his pirating blorbo.) I like that this is when Izzy makes his speech, because it really shows how he's changed. We can debate whether or not his arc is done well, but the man who was willing to cozy up to the British in season 1 to get Stede executed and Ed "remanded" into his custody (ick) likely would've warmed to this praise. But in season 2, Izzy doesn't bat an eye at Ricky's words. Instead, he stares him down and delivers a speech that just may be the show's thesis. For a man who was scowling in the background of the cozy, gorgeously-lit "Last Supper" tableau scene, this moment shows how thoroughly he's made his way into the fold.

[thatscarletflycatcher]

top 5 movie scenes 👀

Hi!

In no particular order:

Ian and Toula share a moment between their wedding and the reception in My Big Fat Greek Wedding

This is probably my favorite scene in the whole movie. It is the moment where despite all the differences of background and life experiences you know that Ian and Toula will be alright and will grow and learn together moving forward through whatever life throws at them. You can't say the scene is sexual, you cannot say it isn't sexual; it's full of tenderness and comfort and serenity, and you get the sense that they love the whole of each other. Romance peaked here. Positively criminal that I had to upload the clip myself because apparently no one has done this on Youtube? THE BETRAYAL.

George Bailey gets hit by the pharmacist in It's a Wonderful Life

This movie is well known as a tearjerker for a reason, but as a person who first watched it as an adult, this (3:30 onwards) was the scene that made sob my heart out. And it is very rare for a movie to make me cry like that. There's something about kid!George's goodness and the pain he's going through that just... wrecked me.

Burial at sea in Master and Commander: the Far Side of the World.

Master and Commander, no matter how much praise you get you'll never be overrated, and one could pick so many brilliant scenes from this movie, but this one in particular... it's something very difficult to describe about the way it shows this metaphor of the "slight veil" that both separates and unites life and death, the strength of the bonds created by life in a warship, and the ways in which grief and hope can reach us all across ranks. And it's also just an intensely beautiful and touching scene.

Anton Ego is chest-kicked in memory back to his childhood by Remy's ratatouille in Ratatouille

It's such an effective little moment, and it is seared in my brain as the first vivid experience in my mind of the power of cinema to provoke emotion, only reached in animation (for me) by the transformation scene in The Princess and the Frog, Eugene and Rapunzel's sacrifice scene in Tangled, and Mirabel and Alma's reconciliation in Encanto.

Jo has a an experience of grief and healing and writes Little Women in Little Women (1994)

It is no secret how much I love this movie XD but this moment in particular can be so personal. Jo goes up to put away Beth's last belongings, as a burial of sorts, in the deepest point of her grief for her sister and the dark realization that they will never be all together again in this world. But then, there in the garret where memories are stored in the objects that witnessed them, it's not death but life that she finds in the recollection of the love that made their lives growing up and made them them (it's not just that she writes, but that we hear with her the voices coming alive). And she writes to recordare, to pass all those things through her heart again, and as the season changes outside, so it changes inside as her mourning lessens (she's gone from black to light grey), and when she finishes her story and ties it up with a bow, she puts a flower, the same flower prof. Bhaer gave her, on it: she can now look forward to whatever the future brings her.

It captures the same feeling of Josh Groban's Awake to me, specially those last verses that go "and I will remember/oh, I will remember/all the love we shared today.". The 2017 adaptation also does something very similar, when a writer's blocked and grief stricken Jo goes to her father for advice, and he tells her to "sift down through your heart, through all the pain, and grief. There are words there. There's a woman there, and it is you. . say you were happy once. Say there was a laughter. Say it that is true." but we are talking movies today!

Anyways. Deeply meaningful scene to me about love and loss and what they make of us.

Ask me my top5/top10 anything!

[ribbonesss]

I’m sure I am certainly shouting into the void with this one, but I’m an avid The Mandalorian enjoyer. I enjoy rewatching it from time to time, I tend to put it on when I’m having a particularly rough patch or when I’m doing something and want some ambience to my background.

I enjoy the show as a whole so dearly, but I really have to say that as much as I do, nothing will ever beat the first season for me. I don’t know what it is, everything about season one was so good. There’s just this essence to it for me that continuously grips me by the throat every single time I rewatch it. I would literally give anything to rewatch season one for the first time.

Of course such a huge part of the show itself is supposed to shine light on the developing dynamic between Din and Grogu as the plot progresses around them. But I think a charm to season one is that this dynamic was truly fully the forefront of the plot. We didn’t have any of the bigger also very important subplots just yet, they were brewing, sure— but it really felt like that development between the two was so extremely front and center. This isn’t me saying that this isn’t true for the most part in the following seasons, I think this has always been a very big important aspect of the show obviously, I just particularly like how it was handled in season one.

There was just such a charm to our introduction to Din as a character, and how he interacts with Grogu towards the beginning and then again towards the end. But just the progress of it is so NICE.

In truth I had no real point here, I just wanted to express my love for mando season one out loud, it’s late and gathered and coherent thoughts are overrated sometimes so we have my rambling instead. I’m so normal about them. So so so so incredibly normal.

[bloofinntoona]

Of Serpents and Whispers: To be Ominis

Part 1 of the Ominis Gaunt series: Of Serpents and Whispers

Word count: 1.2 k

Themes: Angst, gen, TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of pain from the Cruciatus Curse

Pairing: (to come) Ominis Gaunt x F!Reader, Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader

Summary/Author's Note: I wanted to expand Ominis' story since his background and storyline wasn't as polished as the other main student characters. Will dive deeper into the story further on!

Darkness.

Ominis Gaunt saw the world differently compared to other people. Being born without the ability to see, Ominis was used to navigating the world through his other senses. There was more than meets the eye anyways. Visuals are overrated. Ominis could feel the coldness of winter through the prickly sensation of snow falling on his skin, or how refreshing it is to inhale the scent of dew-covered leaves in spring mornings. To be quite honest, it was an advantage to block out the snide looks that his family gives him on the daily.

Some might say that being born into the House of Gaunt is a blessing. The Gaunts were one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, and direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. Ominis thought otherwise. Behind the splendor of the Gaunts’ massive manor, there was darkness weaved into the family name. Like many of Slytherin’s descendants, the Gaunt family was obsessed with keeping their lineage pure. Magic had to be kept between Wizard-kind only. These words were burned onto Ominis’ ears ever since he was little, as well as the screams of muggles when his family casted Crucio and other dark arts on them. They said that they did it for ‘practice’ and because ‘muggles are beneath us and they don’t deserve to live’. Ominis begged the differ. He could see neither muggles nor pure-bloods alike. It doesn’t matter. everyone was the same through his light-grey orbs.

Ominis Gaunt wished he was born into a normal family when his own parents made him stand in front of a cowering muggle. The boy couldn't see the terrified expression of the man, yet the gritting teeth, the wails, and pleas sent shivers down his spine. He could feel the wand in his sweaty grip slipping and falling down, the sound echoes around the chamber. Ominis thanked the universe that he couldn't see the disgusting looks of his snickering siblings, taunting the youngest of the Gaunt family. He heard a loud slap and felt a stinging pain on the backside of his head. “You foolish child,” his father grunted, “how many times do I have to tell you to cast the Cruciatus Curse on this… creature.” 

Ominis’ tears well up, shaking his head profusely. “Please, father, I cannot do this!” The nine-year-old boy fell down on his knees, begging for just a little bit of mercy from his family.

Yet it was all for naught. “Avada Kedavra!” screamed his father, followed by a loud thump! Ominis couldn't hear the pleas from the man anymore. He sits down, hugging his knees, blocking his siblings’ cruel remarks. Despite his inability to see, he can feel his father’s disappointed gaze burning onto him.

“Crucio!”

Ominis could only feel pain. His whole body stung, it felt like there were a thousand knives jabbing him all over his body. On top of that, he couldn’t scream as he felt a hand squeezing around his throat. The boy thought he would die there and then, yet the pain subsided after what it felt like hours.

“You are no son of mine.”

Ominis’ relationship with his family was never the same after that. Not like it was good before, but he could feel that Gaunts’ wished he would disappear. He solidified his hatred towards the Dark Arts, promising himself that we will not wield it. This view was shared with his favorite family member, his aunt Noctua Gaunt. Ominis didn’t get to see Noctua a lot as his aunt was deep into studying Salazar Slytherin’s past. He didn’t mind though, he loved hearing stories about the Hogwarts Wizarding school that he will attend. Not only Ominis was keen on learning more about magic, but it was an invitation to get away from his dreadful family. 

Despite not hearing back from Noctua after a while, he was beyond delighted to receive the invitation letter on his 11th birthday. Ominis ran his hands across the scruffy envelope paper, feeling the pointed folded edges. He flipped the envelope, opening the seal to produce the parchment inside. He ghosted his fingers against the paper, reading the invitation through the Braille letters embossed. It only took him a day to quickly pack his belongings and head to school.  

Being the only blind student is one thing, but carrying the Gaunt name did make an impact in between the first years. It didn’t help that Headmaster Black escorted him into the sorting hat ceremony. What a pompous twit, Ominis thought. Gone were the expectations of having new friends and living a normal life at Hogwarts. Ominis sat down at the end of the long table.

However, an arm around his shoulder took him by surprise. “I’m Sebastian Sallow! And this is my sister, Anne!” chirped the boy. He grabbed Ominis’ arm, resting it on what Ominis suspected was a little girl. “Sebastian, don’t be rude! Sorry, my name is Anne. We saw you were sitting alone, so we thought we introduce ourselves?”

Ominis chuckled and introduced himself, “I’m Ominis Gaunt. Pleasure to meet you.” The children talked about how excited they were to be sorted. Ominis knew that he would be sorted into Slytherin, but he was pleasantly surprised to hear that his new friends were sorted into the same house.

The universe might not hate him after all.

The Hogwarts students were convinced that Ominis, Sebastian, and Anne were joined at the hip. Wherever one went, the other would follow. Contrary to popular belief that Sebastian was the most mischievous of the trip, it was Anne who was the biggest troublemaker. Ominis would use his family name to sweet-talk Headmaster Black from giving the twins detention. He didn’t mind, Sebastian and Anne were his found family. He would rather spend his holidays at Feldcroft. The Sallows loved to have Ominis at home as well, making the small house livelier after the loss of their parents.

However, good things don’t last forever. Ominis could vividly recall the blades of air passing through his skin as he flew to Feldcroft one night. Sebastian had sent him an owl notifying that Anne was cursed by the goblins. The boy was horrified to see one of his best friend crying, writhing on the bed. Daresay it reminisced him of the muggles that his family liked to torture. Ominis couldn’t do anything but to hold Sebastian as he cried in his arms. 

Seasons changed. Anne had to pause her studies to rest at home. Sebastian was able to joke around again, but Ominis knew that he had a new goal in mind - to save Anne. It’s not like Ominis didn’t want to try, but after dealing with Dark Arts throughout his whole life, he understood that there was no cure. At least a cure with minor consequences.

As if Ominis’ life wasn’t eventful enough, he didn’t expect that there would be a new student joining the fifth year. Sebastian said that it was pretty comical seeing an older student walking towards the stage among the short first-years. Ominis did hear Sebastian murmuring that the new student was pretty, yet he dismissed it since Sebastian was a notorious flirt anyways. It took them by surprise that the sorting hat announced “SLYTHERIN!” after being placed on top of the girl’s head.

“Well, this shall be fun.” Sebastian chuckles as he helped Ominis to stand.

“Yes, it shall be.”

[thesargasmicgoddess]

Saw your post saying that OnlyFans does not come up under employment background and nothing came up for your PhD submission (this scenario has a lot of nervous humor to it - thanks for sharing it)

It did however, make me think about the following questions… since most PhD programs tend to ask a person to read a book or two …

Have there been any books that you have read that helped you have enlightenment about your sexuality or made you have more conviction about exploring your true self or this journey you are is just that a self embraced journey.

Thanks for always being so authentic and good look with your future studies.

There is so much nervous nerdy energy in my type of irreverent humor, because they all dawn on me as unsolicited epiphanies. And then I'm like....

"how the fuck did I get to this point in my life where I'm actually asking myself these questions?"

"Do normal people wonder what commencement speech givers wear underneath their professional clothes?"

"Do normal people wonder if their Ph.D. mentor will see OF on a background check?"

"Do normal people wonder if it's normal for cats to chase after dildos....while they're being used?"

But, I digress 🤣🤣.

Clearly, normal is WAY overrated because I'm having way more laughs not being "all there" 🤣🎉

To answer your question, I credit Brene Brown and her research on play, vulnerability, shame, and authenticity for my hoe-explorations. I fully intend to tell her that one day if I run into her at a conference 🤣

Her research on the role of play reminded me that I CAN be an accomplished professional, societal figure, parent, friend, etc., And STILL be the goof that I am. That was what my tumblr was about....play. Not just sexual play, but an exploration into the entire spectrum of what play means for me (hence my blog title).

However, being a naturally sexual & playful person, playful sexuality comes out a lot in my posts. This blog has also been an exploration of the professional/play dichotomy of personas so many of us wear...and peeling back what's underneath the "put-together" people you may see everyday.

Case in point.....I like to go braless under some professional wear because:

1. Easy access

2. Otherwise, my boobs won't fit 🤣

Thanks for this great and fun question!

[always-andromeda]

strawberry creme for edward nashton maybe ?? :3

– 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is a fantastic request and I adore you for it, Ethan. thank you!! <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: like with almost all of my Eddie blurbs there are equal amounts of angst and fluff lol, nothing else I can think of!

Kissing is overrated, Edward concluded long ago. Maybe he saw one too many romance movies. Maybe he got sick of watching the couples around him locking lips at practically every turn. Whatever it was that broke him, he wasn't expecting for anything to miraculously fix him.

This was once again, just another thing that the universe seemed to think he wasn't good enough for. How the universe decided these things, he had no clue. All he knew was that no matter how hard he tried, he wasn't meant for that kind of attention.

Guys like him lurked in tiny cubicles, watching their glorified excuses for managers get dates that were way too good for them. Guys like him are invisible.

Which is why he's shocked when you actually see him.

Not only do you see him, but you embrace him. You show him that the universe had mercifully carved a path for him. And as long as that path leads to you, he's happy with this bit.

But his happiness is almost completely overshadowed by his anxiety. It's an ever present gnawing in his chest that completely takes over whenever you try to go further than holding hands or hugs and cuddles.

Knowing how nerve-wracking and overwhelming affection can be for him sometimes, you take each bit of progression slowly.

As you lay with him on the couch in his apartment, your attention shifts from the show playing on TV to Edward's face above you. From your spot on his chest, you watch him squint at the television. He scrunches his nose to push his glasses back up the bridge.

Edward may not have found himself to be anything special. But from this angle, he's perfect to you. He's an arrangement of soft curves, flushed skin, and inexperience.

That last part conflicts you. On one hand, it breaks your heart knowing that no one else managed to see him the way you do. On the other, you're glad that he'd somehow blended so deeply into the background that you were the only one who got him like this.

Because you like how deeply you affect him. How just a little stare has him fumbling for the words to ask why you're looking at him like that.

And you love the way that his whole demeanor crumbles entirely when you ask him confidently, "Can I kiss you?"

And who is he to deny such a straightforward request? Edward nods 

His hands are clammy and he has no idea where to put them. This whole act seems like a play that he hadn't learned his lines for.

What is he supposed to do? When is his tongue supposed to enter the scene? Did his tongue even get the part to begin with? So many questions flooded his mind in the few seconds it took for you to lean up to him.

He feels stupid...so very stupid when you pull him down the rest of the way by his collar. But when your lips finally meet his...he feels like he's in heaven. For about three seconds, he saw everything before him. Beyond all the fear and the worries that usually plague him...he has you. In your soft lips, he finds hope. And somehow, that's better than any drawn out and overdramatized movie kiss he's ever seen.

As quickly as it starts, the kiss ends. You dutifully make sure to keep things slow for him. And for a moment, Edward is grateful for it. Because he knows that the second he gets going, he will hardly be able to stop himself. He's inclined to take and take all that you can give him at once, afraid that if he doesn't, this opportunity will be snatched away from him.

"Is that good enough for now?" you ask.

Part of him says that if this is all real, there's no need to rush things. He doesn't need to succumb to the fear of scarcity. But he He can savor this. But he aches for more. He wants to suck the marrow out of every glance, every touch, every part of you that becomes a part of him and vice versa. He'll never get a moment like this again. And he wants to live in it for as long as he possibly can.

With a new sense of certainty, he replies, "Again."

[xoangel-dust]

So…I got bored and wanted to make another one of these Total Drama Controversy Memes

Favorite Character: Trent- I find him to be so underrated and he used to get so much hate for what went down in season two. Yes he’s considered the “normal” dude but there needs to be a balance with all the wild characters from season one. I’ve always been a fan of his from the very beginning.

Despised Character: Mal- He is probably the worst total drama villain ever. The writers tried WAY too hard to make him seem oh so threatening they had to nerf both Alejandro (the BEST total drama villain) and Heather who were both powerhouses in their respective seasons. They needed to dumb everyone else down (aside from Duncan who figured out who Mal was from his whistling) all he does is break shit and attempt to off everyone.No strategy no nothing.

Favorite Season: Total Drama Island (2007/2008)- It’s the season I can watch over and over again without getting bored or irritated. It’s the season that made me the fan I am today still. It is not without it’s flaws but it’s still a favorite season of mine.

Despised Season: Total Drama Action- This is where all of the character derailing starts for certain characters. They broke up Gwent and Duncney due to a “network request” and just made all of these characters go downhill from there. They ruined Trent and Courtney’s characters almost to the point of no return, it had a lackluster “villain” with Justin who got outshined once Courtney returned to the show and he just faded into the background (I will say that he could be funny but that’s about it ). Izzy was the most entertaining part of the season for me.

Most Overrated Character: Gwen- She was never a favorite of mine and I never understood why people liked her so much but I did respect her (until season 2….and completely lost all respect for her by world tour then any chance of said respect returning flew out the damn window and got run over multiple times by the time all stars was finished.

Most Underrated Character: Brick- He deserved to be in All stars over Sam or Sierra, the hero’s vs villains season theme would have suited his character so well and hear that he was allegedly supposed to be in the season but didn’t make the cut for some reason is so disappointing.

Favorite Couple: Trentney - This is probably my favorite fanon total drama paring for many years now. I know some think it would be OOC on Trent’s part to seek revenge on Gwen but for “drama” purposes it could be made to be all Courtney’s idea have her flirt with Trent like she did Tyler but Trent isn’t in on it. Have Courtney actually start to like Trent romantically when he does find out that she was using him in the beginning. The other side could be have them bond over their heartbreaks (starting off as rebounds but they grow to actually like one another genuinely) and start finding that they have a lot in common.

Despised Couple: Prileb- At first they seemed cute but then they started hogging ALL of the screen time, got contrived “drama” dragged out for way too long and had Priya overstay her welcome when she WON last season and should have been an early elimination.

Favorite Song: Condor- Easily in my top 5 TDWT songs(I can’t pick this is how we will end it every single time I do one of these lmao). The vocals from all of the characters are so good in this song and Heather’s final line is by far my favorite line from the song (aside from Cody’s solo).

Despised Song: Baby- Harold’s “singing” and irritating pinning irritates me. Plus it’s based off of a song irl that I hate by an artist I do not like.

Favorite Episode: If You Can’t Take The Heat- Entertaining from start to finis, watching characters interact and how it was revealed that Beth was the reason why the screaming gophers kept loosing made sense to me. The Duncney interactions as well fromDuncan, DJ and Geoff trying to teach Harold a lesson and Heather being locked in the freezer.

Despised Episode: Canoe Believe it? - I hate how Bowie was eliminated in this episode due to the two characters that shall not be named who also should have been out the game early as well and the Mal tier “villain”. While I understand the reasoning as to why he was eliminated so early the same treatment should have been given to Priya. We also got robbed of another rajbow kiss!!!!