#i assume that's just what it's like though to be entering your 20s sometimes

[bodywhorror]

this might just me having passing interests and passions but man...sometimes i think about how cool it would be to be able to make a career in the practical special effects world

[ch0k3herwithaseaview]

@jegulus-microfic | may 3 rush | words: 1365

hiii! the idea for this one comes from @bey0nd-1he-stars and i really hope she likes it <3 anyway, enjoy;3

tw: implied child abuse in the past

“James, we’re already late, c’mon,” Regulus managed to say between heated kisses. In response, his boyfriend mumbled something he assumed was ‘just one more’.

It started innocently enough—when Regulus and Sirius ran from Grimmauld and came to live with the Potters, James spent most of the nights sleeping in one bed with the two of them. And since sleep always came easier to Sirius than to Regulus, at least half of those nights James and the younger brother spent talking—sometimes about what they were doing that day, sometimes planning a night out with their friends, and sometimes, on worse days, about how Regulus wishes he could still live with his parents, because no matter how badly they hurt him and his brother, they still were their parents, and he still loved them.

On those bad days, James always held the other boy close to his chest, letting him cry and spit out all the pain he had in himself, all while stroking his back in a soothing gesture.

As the time passed and the brothers started attending therapy, James stopped sleeping with them. Instead, every night Regulus sneaked out of his room, going straight to James’ bed. The talks about their friends turned into ones about their feelings. Sleepless nights filled with guilt and fear turned into nights filled with tenderness and small, sweet gestures. And with the end of August, those small, sweet gestures turned into dancing tongues and hands all over each other.

Not much has changed since then—they were still sneaking around to meet at night, coming up with excuses to their friends and professors when asked about why they were so tired or where they were in between classes. There was one new thing, though: before every Quidditch game, they left earlier than the rest of their teams, saying they had to discuss something with Madame Hooch. In fact, the one who had a match that day went to the equipment shed and waited for the other one to show up to give him a kiss for good luck.

Today, even though they both played, was no exception. They met 20 minutes before the teams were scheduled to arrive on the field, locked themselves in a shed, and kissed senselessly.

From behind the closed door, Regulus could hear voices getting closer and closer to them.

“James, I can hear Sirius,” the younger boy gasped, tugging at the other’s hair to pull him away. It worked, if James’ terrified face was anything to go by.

“Shit, we’ve got to go,” James mumbled, putting Regulus back down.

“You don’t say,” replied Regulus, arching one of his brows.

They left the shed together, carrying the big chest with balls inside it as a disguise. After putting it in the middle of the pitch, both of them went to their respective locker rooms, wishing each other luck teasingly.

“Where have you been?” Dorcas asked Regulus as soon as he entered the room. Giving her a questioning look, he went to his locker, taking out his gloves, the rest of his uniform already on him. “I went to Hooch looking for you—she said she hasn’t seen you today, so where have you been?”

“None of your business,” he grumbled in response.

“Oh, so you were with—“

“Shut up.” He practically ran to her, putting his hands over her mouth. “I don’t know how you know, but act as if you don’t know, okay?”

“What will I get in exchange?” She mumbled from behind his hands.

“If you don’t tell about mine, I won’t tell about yours, deal?” Now Dorcas’ eyes went wide, but she nodded in agreement.

***

An hour and a half after the match started, Gryffindor was leading by 50 points, and normally Regulus would be livid because of that, but seeing James smile every time he or one of his teammates scored was enough to soothe him.

The game wasn’t really violent—the buldgers were flying around as always trying to get to one of the players before beaters from their team sent the ball frying to the opposite team’s players, but nothing more dangerous than any other time.

Regulus was lingering over the pitch, looking for the snitch. Gryffindor’s seeker, a third-year girl named Abby Baker, was following his every move, so every now and then he took off, trying to lead her in the wrong direction.

He teased her like this for most of the game until he finally noticed a small golden ball flying just above the girl's head. He took a wide turn in her direction, lying almost flat on his broom and speeding as much as it allowed him. Abby didn’t get what was happening until Regulus passed her by. She was fast, at his tail at all times, yet still too slow to reach the snitch before him.

Regulus was so close to it that he could practically feel the ball’s little wings in his hand when his brother’s voice came to his ears.

“Prongs, watch out!” and then there was a loud thud and terrified screams from the stands. And if Regulus didn't know who 'Prongs' was, he probably wouldn't even bother checking what’s going on.

But it was James.

His James.

As soon as he turned his head to take a look at what was happening, he could feel all the blood rush out of his face. The familiar silhouette of the boy who showed him what a real family looks like and what love really is—the boy who saved him—was falling down at lightning speed, his broom nowhere to be seen.

Regulus didn’t think even for a second that his team would lose or that the whole school would find out about them—he just took another turn, going as fast as he could to not let his boyfriend crush into the dirt below them. It felt like chasing the snitch, only this one was much bigger and still harder to put your hands on.

“James, give me your hand!” He yelled, flying a bit lower and reaching his own hand out for the other boy to catch.

Regulus almost had him, but their palms were too sweaty, and James slipped out, flying down at breakneck speed again.

“Fuck!” the younger boy exclaimed, making a risky decision and flying straight down. This time he caught James hand; he held on to it, but they were too close to the ground to come out of this situation in one piece.

Until they weren’t.

Regulus doesn’t know what happened, but one second he was in the air, hoping for the best, and the next he stood steady on the pitch’s grass.

“What the fuck, guys?!” Regulus could hear Sirius shouting from behind him, but he didn’t care about his brother right now—all he cared about was James.

“Are you okay? Where does it hurt? What even happened?” he was asking, checking every part of his boyfriend’s body to make sure he wasn’t hurt too badly. “Who sent the buldger? I swear I’m going to—“

“Reg, I’m fine. Look,” James said, shaking each one of his limbs and turning his head in different directions. “See? Nothing happened; I just need a new broom.”

“Nothing happened? Nothing happened?! James, you could’ve broken every bone in your body; hell, you could’ve died! Imagine it was you and not your broom, your parents—Sirius—and me! We would all die just from—“

“Hey, hey, hey,” suddenly James’ hands were on his cheeks, thumbs brushing away tears. When have I even started to cry? “I know you were scared; I was scared, too. But you caught me; nothing really bad happened; we’re both okay.” He pulled Regulus closer, putting him in a warm embrace. “It’s okay, love; we’re okay.”

They stood there, hugging for Merlin knows how long before Regulus realized what they were doing. He didn’t pull away when he said, “You know we’re in the middle of the pitch and everyone can see us, don’t you?”

“Yeah, baby, I know,” James whispered into his hair, still caressing his back gently.

And so they stood there, not caring about the world around them or Sirius screaming about incest—they just hugged, glad they were both okay.

[elliesbelle]

Hi!!! i was wondering if i could maybe request an abby x fem! reader where abby is like a nervous wreck around reader? like, sweaty, beat red in the face, stuttering, and tripping over her own feet and readers super sweet but completely oblivious ?? i’m a sucker for that that trope!! thank you!!

loser!abby around her crush

abby had only recently come out, having realized she’s a lesbian only after she was finally in her 20s

she’s had crushes on girls before, of course, but it wasn't something she'd fully processed at the time

and now when she develops crushes, it’s much more different in that she’s more aware of herself

doesn't stop her from being a complete anxious mess, though

the first time she laid eyes on you, she goes almost slack-jawed and nearly drools on herself

abby’s usually a very cool and confident person

but girls? she’s unfortunately the definition of a "useless lesbian”

you'd been out for longer than she has, so you're a bit more collected when it comes to being around the girls you like

so when you met her for the first time, you were able to handle yourself well enough in the moment

but it didn't stop your heart from fluttering and your breath from hitching

your inner struggle about your attraction to her distracted you from abby's face flushing and her jaw tightening and her shifting her weight back and forth on her feet

of course you liked her, but you didn't do anything about it because you were absolutely convinced she just saw you as a friend

because of that, you remained completely oblivious to the true reason behind her sudden tense behaviour when you entered the room

you eventually just assumed that was the kind of person she was

you tried not to be too physically affectionate with her because she didn't seem to enjoy it (she did, but the way she reacted to it visually just made it seem like it stressed her out), but that's just the type of person you are, so sometimes you slip without meaning to

whenever you stood next to her, she'd be swaying slightly from side to side in total nervousness

when you're conversing with her one-on-one, she tries to avoid direct eye contact with you out of fear that you would somehow be able to read her yearning thoughts about you

abby's definitely chewed on her lip a little too hard that she's broken skin a few times when she'd be watching you just go about, performing what would seem like the most mundane things to other people. but to her, she would watch you endlessly in awe if she could

you've definitely wondered if you'd made her upset a few times because she'll be rigidly crossing her arms, looking very stiff and uncomfortable when you'd just be hanging out

when in reality, she's just internally chastising herself for pinning so pathetically after you

there have been a few times that your face has gotten a little too close to hers, and her breathing would suddenly get uneasy and she would not stop stuttering and repeating herself and eventually just forgetting any train of thought

any time that your skin would make contact with hers?

on top of her heart beating approximately 100x more than usual, her head and fingers and toes tingling, every beautifully sculpted muscle of hers tensing up, sweating in every crevice possible,

she'd just about nearly passed out every single time from the slightest bit of your touch

it wasn't until one day when you were both walking to a restaurant for lunch, just the two of you, that your obliviousness was lifted ever so slightly

you were walking alongside each other on the sidewalk (abby making sure to keep just enough distance as not to accidentally brush up against you), and you were laughing at some joke abby made

it distracted you enough that the tip of your foot got caught in a crack in the pavement

you would have absolutely eaten shit and gotten a face full of pavement had abby not caught you just in time before you'd completely tripped

you felt her strong, warm arms tightly embrace your figure from behind you, protecting you from the fall

your usual calm composure when it came to your little crush on abby was shaken, with you suddenly sweating and quickly getting woozy

she pulls you up from your bent position, keeping you still wrapped around her arms, and turns you to face her

she inspects your face intensely, unsure if she really did prevent you from getting hurt

you watch her with wide eyes, extremely aware of how her own face was mere inches from yours

when she sighs in relief that you're unharmed, she finally realizes how close you are to each other

you stay completely frozen in this moment of her still holding you tightly, staring at each other intensely

you notice how her eyes drift between your eyes and your lips, and for a second, you think she might actually do something

but the moment passes as she clears her throat and finally releases you before making a joke about your clumsiness

you laugh nervously at it, still nervously reeling from what just happened

there's absolutely no way she could feel the same way about you. right?

author's notes:

sorry this request took forever to get to but here it is finallyyyyy, y'all know i'm slow about requests cause i'm an anal perfectionist, saury

i really need to write more for my girl abby, she deserves the world. y'all just know my heart (and vagina) belong to my wife ellie.

hope this is what you were looking for, anon!

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[writers-potion]

Hi, I am trying to write a homosexual book that takes place in the 20s. I am unsure where to start and how bad the 20s was for homosexuality so if you have any tips it would be appreciated. Thank you for reading.

Homosexuality in Historical Fiction

I'm going to answer this in two parts: (1) Tips for writing queer historical fiction, and (2) the 1920 gay culture.

Get Your Language Right

Vocabulary is key to capturing how homsexual people identified themselves and interacted with one another at the time. Consider:

The kind of language/code used at the time. For example, gay men in the 1950-60s would have spoken Polari to skirt UK’s strict anti-homosexuality laws. This might mean your characters say seemingly ridiculous things like, “Bona to vada your dolly old eek!” (good to see your nice face)

Authenticity vs. Sensitivity. We don’t need to perpetuate old slurs just because they were used “at the time”. Would the readers of today (your target audience) be accepting towards use of such language? 

Is it really necessary? Just like in the case of foreign languages and dialects, it may be better to just refer to the code/secret language being spoken rather than overdoing it in dialogue. Also, does your character identify themselves as a part of this community at all?

Balance Between Struggle and Hope

Often in historical LQBTQ+ fiction, if the conflict is badly written, the readers are just going to feel angry and frustrated. Because:

Even the likable, otherwise reasonable characters won't be able to accept homosexuality easily, often opposing it downright.

Homosexual characters may be confused, struggle with self-doubt and self-hatred (which can't be fun to read, obviously)

The norms of the time make any “resolution” rather disappointing (compared to modern times).

Your goal is to juggle between these strong negative emotions to convey the central message and let hope shine through. Linger too much on negativity and your novel will be dark, but treating these themes 'lightly' will make you sound shallow.

So, treat oppression just as you would write a physical antagonist. It's powerful and a possible life-threatening opposition to the Lead, but it has flaws, loopholes and needs time to regroup before it hits our Lead again with increased force.

+ General Tips

Beware of giving your characters hindsight. As a writer, we know what happened both before and after the time period the characters live through, but they don't! The characters not being able to predict what comes can be a good tragic element.

The word “homosexual” wasn’t coined until 1869, and didn’t become common parlance until the early 20th century. From at least the very early 17th till the mid-19th century, the most common term for women was “tribade,” referring to the act of tribadism (scissoring). Some people used the term “fricatrice.” In the 18th century, “lesbian” and “Sapphist” started to become more common terminology. Men were called sodomites and pederasts (a word which didn’t have the paedophilic connotation it does today). The word “homophile” was coined in 1924 and was most commonly used by gay men and lesbians in the 1950s and 1960s.

“Gay” didn’t take on the almost exclusive meaning of homosexual until the 1960s, and even then, it was still used in the old sense of “merry” more than a few times. Only in the 1970s did it finally emerge as the most popular, mainstream word.

Less suspicions were aroused by a lesbian couple living together for decades than a gay male couple. Many people assumed they were just two very close spinster friends, not that it was a Boston marriage. There were many more questions about why two men would want to live together.

To avoid the very real risk of jail, lobotomy, conversion “therapy,” or the loonybin, sometimes a gay and lesbian couple would enter a ménage à quatre. Though it appeared on the surface as though two straight couples lived in the same duplex or right next door, they were actually just lavender cover marriages. Some had children (through various means) and co-parented.

Photo booths were seen as a safe space where a same-sex couple could kiss, cuddle, and embrace without fear of arrest or public suspicion.

Some lesbian couples were able to adopt children as single women, in jurisdictions which permitted that. More daring couples underwent artificial insemination and then went abroad to give birth, coming home with “adopted babies.”

Similar to the handkerchief code in the BDSM community, some gay men signalled to one another with red neckties and green carnations. Parisienne lesbians signalled to one another with violets in their hair.

There’s a long history of gay bathhouses, dating back centuries. Since male homosexuality was illegal and severely punished, a bathhouse was among the few places it was safe to meet potential partners and engage in sexual activity. Even the very real fear of police raids didn’t deter patrons. Manhattan, Paris, and London were home to many famous (and luxurious) gay baths, but there were plenty of lesser-known ones in other cities.

While not everyone was lucky enough to have a lavender ménage à quatre, many people had individual lavender marriages. Sometimes the spouse knew s/he was serving as a cover, sometimes not.

There were also more “traditional” ménage à trois marriages, composed of the lavender couple plus the true same-sex partner all living together. Sometimes these arrangements were composed of a bisexual plus a partner of each sex.

People did NOT casually out themselves! They could only confide their secret to other confirmed friends of Dorothy and extremely radical allies who had proven they could be trusted and wouldn’t turn on them.

You don’t have to make your straight characters raging, violent homophobes, but it’s completely unrealistic and historically inaccurate to show them all immediately, unquestioningly, lovingly accepting their friends’ homosexuality if the secret comes out. They might agree to not let anyone else know, but the friendship would probably be over. Other people, a bit more open-minded, might eventually reconcile but never be able to completely shake the belief that their sexual orientation is unnatural, strange, or wrong. Some people might only come around after decades of estrangement and realising gays and lesbians are just like everyone else.

To avoid discovery, some lesbians called one another by male names in their letters. Some liked those nicknames so much they continued using them in real life.

1920 Gay Culture

The United States - The Roaring Twenties 

As the United States entered an era of unprecedented economic growth and prosperity in the years after World War I, cultural mores loosened and a new spirit of sexual freedom reigned.

Harlem’s famous drag balls were part of a flourishing, highly visible LGBTQ nightlife

"Pansy Craze”: gay, lesbian and transgender performers graced the stages of nightspots in cities

lesbian and gay characters were being featured in a slew of popular “pulp” novels, in songs and on Broadway stages (including the controversial 1926 play The Captive) and in Hollywood—at least prior to 1934, when the motion picture industry began enforcing censorship guidelines, known as the Hays Code. Heap cites Clara Bow’s 1932 film Call Her Savage, in which a short scene features a pair of “campy male entertainers” in a Greenwich Village-like nightspot. On the radio, songs including "Masculine Women, Feminine Men" and "Let’s All Be Fairies" were popular.

On a Friday night in February 1926, a crowd of some 1,500 packed the Renaissance Casino in New York City’s Harlem neighborhood for the 58th masquerade and civil ball of Hamilton Lodge.

Nearly half of those attending the event, reported the New York Age, appeared to be “men of the class generally known as ‘fairies,’ and many Bohemians from the Greenwich Village section who...in their gorgeous evening gowns, wigs and powdered faces were hard to distinguish from many of the women.”

The tradition of masquerade and civil balls, more commonly known as drag balls, had begun back in 1869 within Hamilton Lodge, a black fraternal organization in Harlem. By the mid-1920s, at the height of the Prohibition era, they were attracting as many as 7,000 people of various races and social classes—gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender and straight alike.

London - Balls and Adverts

Like other large cities at the time, London was home to many drag balls and nightclubs where the gay community could express themselves. 

"Lady Austin's Camp Boys" (1933): At a private ballroom in Holland Park Avenue, west London, 60 men were arrested in a police raid after undercover officers had watched them dancing, kissing and having sex in make-up and women's clothes. But despite facing a lengthy prison term and disgrace, the organiser, "Lady Austin", told officers: "There is nothing wrong [in who we are]. You call us nancies and bum boys but before long our cult will be allowed in the country."

Other gay men found partners through personal advertisements, which could be an equally risky strategy. 

In 1920 the publisher of a magazine called the Link and three gay subscribers were each sentenced to two years of hard labor on charges of indecency and conspiring to corrupt public morals.

Some adverts even appeared in the national press, such as the Daily Express, although they were not quite so blatant. People would ask for 'chums' of their own sex and offer to take people on holiday.

One man responding to an advert in the Link wrote that he was "very fond of artistic surroundings, beautiful colours in furniture and curtains, and softly shaded lamps and all those beautiful things which appeal to the refined tastes of an artistic mind". He added: "All my love is for my own sex", and wrote that he longed to give his love "in the most intimate way".

Gay adverts often had references to Edward Carpenter, Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman, or would say 'I have an unusual temperament'.

Berlin - The Weimar Republic

The Weimar Republic, Germany’s first parliamentary democracy lasted from 1918 until 1933 and was a time of progressive cultural renaissance from cinema, theater and music, to sexual liberation and a flourishing LGBTQ scene.

Berlin was home to around 40 known queer bars, a number which had doubled by 1925. The cabaret bars and clubs like Eldorado were packed to the brim with lust, tassels, glitter and flamboyance.

Drag shows were the norm and stars like Marlene Dietrich (a Berlin-native) and Josephine Baker who were icons for the queer community, performed regularly in Berlin’s lavish halls.

Kiosks sold an array of well known queer publications like Die Hoffnung (The Hope), Blätter für Menschenrecht (Leaflets for Human Rights), Frauenliebe (Woman Love), and Das dritte Geschlecht (The Third Sex).

As homosexuality was still illegal, Berlin’s Tiergarten and other parks, Nollendorferplatz as well as train stations and the infamous octagonal public bathrooms

Underground spaces flourished.

Here's a list of books with an LGBTQ+ POV character, set at least partly in the 1920s:

Self-Made Boys: A Great Gatsby Remix

Dead Dead Girls (Harlem Renaissance Mystery, #1)

In the Field

The Lady Adventurers Club

Last Call at the Nightingale (Nightingale Mysteries, #1)

A Good Year

The Last Nude

The Sleeping Car Porter

Once a Rogue (Roaring Twenties Magic, #2)

Slippery Creatures (The Will Darling Adventures, #1)

Crazy Pavements

References

https://www.bbc.com/culture/article/20180212-polari-the-code-language-gay-men-used-to-survive

https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2004/jul/03/gayrights.world

https://www.history.com/news/gay-culture-roaring-twenties-prohibition

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

for funsies because i got covid AGAIN

quarantine is back because y/n got COVID. skeleton house chaos ensues. what happens in those 7 days?

Undertale Sans - He's the guardian of the main door lol. No one has the right to enter, except if they make him laugh with a very good knock-knock joke. Everyone failed. They're doomed to stay outside. No one really knows it's because you have Covid because Sans forgot to mention it lol. You are so confused when one of your best friends calls you to ask you if you're sequestrated by Sans.

Undertale Papyrus - He watched some video of the first confinement and assumed buying a lot of toilet paper was the thing to do. He got a bit confused but went to the store to buy their entire stock of toilet paper. Since he didn't know where to put it, he built a toilet paper fortress in the middle of your living room. You won't have to buy toilet paper ever again you think.

Underswap Sans - He caught it too, but has no symptoms, like most monsters. He is now going crazy inside his own home crawling on the floor because he can't stop thinking about going out. After a week, your house is a war field as Blue had to find new ways to make himself busy. He tried to cook, which he failed, he painted the walls again, but ran out of paint and screamed when he realized he couldn't go out to buy more, he took a soup bath just because he could... Yeah, never again.

Underswap Papyrus - He would not say he's glad you caught it, but look at that, you're stuck home for an entire week with him! He's going to cuddle with you on the couch all day. He doesn't care if he gets ill, at least that will give him another week with you. He's having the time of his life and he wants to live like this forever, watching Disney movies while hugging his S/O in the couch, with a big plaid and hot chocolate.

Underfell Sans - With the fever and you sleeping 20 hours a day, Red isn't sure you're still alive sometimes. So randomly during the days, he's going to poke your ribs with a broom to make sure you're not dead lol. You better show you're alive quick though or he's panicking and calling rescue services. It happened twice already lol. You woke up so confused to rescuers trying to prove your boyfriend you're actually ok.

Underfell Papyrus - You told him no one has to enter the house and it took it a bit too literally. He trapped the garden and the main road leading to your house to make sure no one got close. He caused three car accidents already and a Karen screamed at him because her kid stayed three hours hanging upside down to a branch of his tree. Edge doesn't care, he's protecting. No one will get in.

Horrortale Sans - He's embracing the golden retriever kind of life, following you everywhere in the house, sleeping at the back of your bed, staring into your soul when it's time to eat to make sure you're eating... You barely manage to keep him out of the bathroom lol. Yeah, Oak is a bit anxious about it and kinda thinks you're going to die or something. You keep telling him you're fine but he's not convinced.

Horrortale Papyrus - Your food tastes like hand sanitizer because he's washing everything with it, food included. You feel even more sick now. You're begging him to stop but he keeps telling you it's for your own good. Man... You just want McDonald's right now...

Swapfell Sans - He's using you as an excuse to not go to work with Toriel and he's so proud of him. You swear he's trying to make the quarantine longer because he really doesn't want to go again. He's a bit paranoid about you though. When you're coughing more than 5 seconds, he's running to make sure you're okay.

Swapfell Papyrus - He will call you nothing but "mutant pangolin" for the entire week and will call all your friends and family to tell them you have started your mutation and won't be able to join them for a week. You're going to have a lot of calls asking what the hell is happening to you. Your mother even thinks you're pregnant. Thanks Rus.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's sleeping in a tent in the garden and refuses to get close to the house lol. You told him wearing an anti-radiation suit was too extreme, but he doesn't want you to contaminate him so he won't listen to you. Wine is maybe a bit paranoid about human viruses.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - You told him you will sadly not be able to cuddle him all week. He gives you the ultimate offended hurt kicked puppy look. He could never forgive you. He's sulking in his room for three days before daring to get down for food.

[weirdestbooks]

A Civil Disagreement Chapter 4

Kansas Bleeds (Wattpad | Ao3)

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May 20, 1856

Kansas Territory was causing them a world of trouble. Fighting had broken out two years ago when they allowed popular sovereignty, letting the people of Kansas and Nebraska Territory vote on whether or not they wanted to have slavery in their lands.

Unfortunately, this has led too many people from Missouri and Missouri himself to go to Kansas in an attempt to sway the vote towards slavery. Border ruffians, they were called. Of course, the Free-Staters weren’t any better and had also gone to Kansas to sway the vote in their favor.

This has led them here—stuck in Congress, arguing endlessly—like usual. Father was supposed to be here but was off handling other business. He had traveled to California and spent a week there with her before he left to visit Hawaii. After the visit, he would come back sometime in June. 

Until he returned, DC was stuck with the wonderful job of dealing with Congress’s arguments. 

Being a capital was so much fun.

Senator Charles Sumner of Massachusetts had given a speech addressing whether Kansas should be admitted to the Union as a free state or a slave state.

It was a very long speech, although what speech in this Senate wasn’t?

Senator Sumner had blamed Senator Stephan Douglas of Illinois and Senator Andrew Butler of South Carolina for what he called “the crimes against Kansas.” 

And he was not holding back in his dislike for them either.

“Noise-some, squat and nameless animal…not a proper model for an American Senator” was how he described Senator Douglas. The insults were shocking, though DC was sure if her father was here, he would have found them amusing. However, what he called Senator Douglas was not nearly as shocking or insulting as what he said about Senator Butler.

He said that Senator Butler had taken “a mistress…who, though ugly to others, is always lovely to him; though polluted with the sight of the world, is chaste in his sight—I mean, the harlot, Slavery.”

Fiery words, indeed.

“You are lucky Senator Butler was not here for your speech, Senator,” DC said, approaching Senator Sumner, who was attaching his postal frank to what she assumed were copies of his speech.

“Hello, Washington. I figured you would have probably come to talk to me about my language.” He said, “But I do not regret it. I said what needed to be said.”

“Sometimes I feel like the mother of certain congressmen here, having to discipline you for your behavior. Senator, I know you are passionate, and you have your beliefs, but with the situation in Kansas…do you really think angering more people will help the situation?” DC asked him.

“People are already angry, Washington.” Senator Sumner began as DC noticed Representative Preston Brooks of South Carolina entered the chamber, holding a cane in his hand and making his way towards them. Perhaps he wanted to speak with her. DC turned back to Senator Sumner as he continued speaking.

“How angrier could they possibly get?” He said right as Representative Brooks reached them. DC opened her mouth to respond, but as she did, Representative Brooks raised his cane, the metal top gleaming in the light, and brought it down on Senator Sumner’s head.

DC stood there, horrified as Representative Brooks struck Senator Sumner repeatedly, too shocked to move, to do anything. Senator Sumner attempted to get up and did so, lurching around the room, bleeding profusely from his head, and Representative Brooks continued to strike.

After a period of time that felt like forever, the caning stopped. 

“Good day, District of Columbia,” Representative Brooks said as he turned to leave. No one, not even DC, was making any moves to stop him. DC could see some senators grabbing Senator Sumner and carrying him out of the chamber, probably to get him to a doctor.

And I just stood there, shocked at what had occurred.

My God.

What was she going to tell Father?

———————————————

May 21, 1856

Lawrence, Kansas Territory. The center of anti-slavery action in Kansas Territory. It was important that Missouri and other pro-slavery forces suppressed the action taken by anti-slavery here. Especially after they worked so hard to get Kansas a pro-slavery government back in March. Kansas had to be pro-slavery at all costs for the good of the Union!

Especially due to the violence that had happened there. 

After Sheriff Samual J Jones was shot in this town trying to arrest some Free-Staters, neutralizing the threat this town possessed became even more critical. 

They had taken the first steps when Federal Marshall I. B. Donaldson issued a proclamation asking the citizens of Kansas Territory to help him arrest members of extra-legal Free-State legislators. With the help of about six pro-slavery militias, the arrests happened peacefully.

Unfortunately, that was having violent consequences. The anti-slavery people of Lawrence were now arming themselves.

Which is where Missouri came in. 

Sheriff Jones had assembled a force of 750 men, including him, to help disarm the citizens of Lawrence and their anti-slavery institutions. That way, their force of men could prevent them from committing acts of violence against the proslavery individuals of Kansas Territory.

With that plan in mind, they had sealed off all exits to the town and placed a cannon on a nearby mountain. Then, they proceeded to march onto the city of Lawrence so they could put all of the anti-slavery leaders under arrest.

Much to Missouri's surprise, they encountered no resistance as they marched into Lawrence. The citizens just let it happen.

“Guess not everyone here is anti-slavery,” Missouri muttered under his breath. Not that he was going to complain about that. That was an advantage for them. It also proved that this territory should become a slave state. Even the abolitionist town wouldn’t fight back against pro-slavery forces.

However, they still had to handle their two main targets: the anti-slavery newspapers. Missouri was in charge of the Herald of Freedom newspaper, and it was easy enough to take over the newspaper's office.

“Take the printing press and throw it into the river!” Missouri ordered his men, “Make sure the printing press for the Kansas Free State is destroyed. The rest of you, help the others destroy the Free-State Hotel, the military hotel.” 

Missouri then began helping his men carry the printing press toward the river.

“Are you sure this is necessary, Missouri?”

“Yes. It will ensure that this town isn’t allowed to spit out more propaganda that will destroy the credibility of the noble institution of slavery.” Missouri said, grunting slightly as they approached the river bed, the printing press getting heavy. 

“On three, we throw it in,” Missouri said. “One, two, three.”

The printing press hit the river with a splash, and they sighed.

“Well, that was a success. Should we meet up with the others at the Free-State Hotel?” Someone asked, stretching out their arms.

“No, we don’t want to all crowd there. We should rob the homes of the abolitionists and convince them to leave. They aren’t welcome in this pro-slavery territory!” Missouri said, bringing on cheers from his men. He smiled. 

This has been a great success so far. This territory would definitely become pro-slavery. They destroyed the stronghold, and now they have nowhere left to go.

Missouri wondered if Kansas would be proud of him for helping her, helping make the territory more homogeneous in its consensus about slavery, and putting an end to much of the conflict. 

———————————————

June 2, 1856

Of course, when Missouri thought everything was going to go up, it had to go down. Poor Kansas. 

Back in May, a murderous abolitionist named John Brown, joined by others, had murdered five pro-slavery men in what was now called the Pottawatomie Massacre. It was an awful tragedy, and John Brown needed to be taken into custody at all costs. And Missouri had to be there to help the pro-slavery men, no matter what Kentucky said.

Marshall Pate had put together a group of fifty men, including Missouri, to help take down the abolitionist fugitives. They had been ransacking abolitionist homes to make sure none of them were in league with the fugitives as they tracked down the murderers. The lack of cooperation from these men gave the fugitive Brown enough time to raise a force of his own.

A battle between Missouri’s force and Brown’s was inevitable, and Missouri was only proven right on that front when, one morning, he was woken up by Brown’s force attacking them. Missouri yawned as he looked around for the fugitives.

“They are using the Santa Fe trail as a refugee!” One of our men called.

“And so can we!” Missouri said, ducking for cover as gunfire increased upon the sight of him. Those bastards! Firing on a countryhuman! If they weren’t already wanted for murder, they surely would be wanted for attempting to kill a countryhuman.

“Seems they like you as a target.” MIssouri’s friend Johnny said. Missouri laughed.

“They don’t think I belong here, Johnny. But even if I don’t, neither do they. A bunch of murderous hypocrites who can’t accept that this territory is going to be a slave state.” Missouri said.

“Think Kansas will appreciate what we’ve done once she’s born?”

“Oh, I’m certain of it,” Missouri said before returning fire. The pattern continues. Missouri and Johnny joked around as they continued to exchange gunfire.

But they were still getting nowhere. They had hit a stalemate.

“I’m going to negotiate with him.” Marshall Pate eventually told Missouri as he made his way over, crafting a white flag.

“We can’t negotiate with fugitives!” Johnny said. Missouri sighed.

“Marshall Pate has a point, though. We are getting nowhere. This might be the best solution we are going to get.” Missouri said. Marshall Pate nodded.

“We can see if we can get his surrender to help lessen casualties. We seem to outnumber them, so we have an advantage there. Missouri, will you accompany me?” Marshall Pate asked. Missouri nodded, and Marshall Pate smiled before lifting his arm and raising the flag.

“We wish to negotiate with John Brown!” He yelled. The gunfire ceased as some of the anti-slavery men appeared.

“We’ll take your leader and the state to Mr. Brown. The rest of you behave.” One of the murderers yelled at MIssouri’s men before leading MIssouri and Marshall Pate to Brown.

“What do you want, Border Ruffians?” He asked.

“We wish to negotiate for your unconditional surrender.” Marshall Pate said, causing John Brown to laugh.

“I will not be surrendering today. When this battle ends, you will be the ones surrendering. Now, take them away. I don’t want to talk to you, Border Ruffians, until you are ready to surrender, hear me?” He demanded. Missouri rolled his eyes. 

“We won’t surrender. You will surrender to us when this battle is over.” MIssouri said. John Brown smiled. 

“We’ll see about that, slave state,” he said before his men took Missouri and Marshall Pate back to their side of the battlefield.

“Well, that was a failure,” Missouri commented.

“It was worth a shot. Now we need to figure out how to break the stalemate so we can force them to surrender.” Marshall Pate said. Missouri nodded and grabbed his weapon from Johnny as the battle resumed. The battle continued as it had before the failed parley until a cry came that chilled Missouri to the core.

“We have the Border Ruffians surrounded!” One of Brown’s men called from behind them. Johnny and Missouri exchanged horrified looks.

“Reinforcements from Lawrence?” Johnny questioned. 

“Must be,” Missouri said before turning to Marshal Pate. “What do we do?” 

“Surrender.” He said as he lifted the white flag. Once again, Marshal Pate and Missouri were taken to John Brown, a very different kind of meeting. Missouri’s ears were pulled back, and his wings were tucked tightly to his back.

“Hello again, Border Ruffians. Now, I want unconditional surrender from your group—no terms,” Brown said. Missouri scowled.

“And if we don’t?” he asked. Brown pulled out his gun and pointed it at Marshal Pate.

“Then I blow out both of your brains.” He said. Missouri froze, his pride breaking and his anger growing. These murderers felt no sense of shame or honor. It angered Missouri to his core and further proved why he had to continue to help drive people like this out of Kansas.

Kansas couldn’t do it herself yet, as she was still in Dad’s body, and he was busy dealing with the more political side of things, not allowing Kansas to come fight for herself. Someone had to try to put an end to things. But Missouri failed.

“Fine. We will agree to unconditional surrender.” Marshal Pate said. Missouri clenched his fists.

Missouri hated this. He failed to bring the fugitive to justice. And now Kansas would continue to suffer.

———————————————

August 30, 1856

“United States! There’s been another conflict in Kansas!” A messenger said as he ran up to America. America groaned. Not another one. Hopefully Missouri wasn’t caught up in this conflict. Kentucky still had yet to convince Missouri to come home and stop causing trouble. 

“I don’t want people to keep dying! Dad, let me talk to Missouri and make him stop. I can maybe make him see sense.” Kansas asked.

“What happened now?” America asked as the messages stopped.

“Another battle. At Osawatomie. The Missourians attacked the town. The Free Staters tried to hold them off but were too outnumbered. Osawatomie was burned.” he said.

“Not another one…” America mumbled, being reminded of the Sack of Lawrence from May. America really hoped Kentucky dragged Missouri home soon. That boy was in big trouble. 

“I’m going to go talk to Congress about this. All of these conflicts need to end soon. I know people disagree, but killing each other isn’t a good solution. We can settle things peacefully.” America said, dismissing the messenger. 

“Are you sure?” James asked.

America was sure that everything would calm down eventually. Violence was not going to be the answer. They had compromised before; they could make compromises again.

America just hoped he could get his kids to see that.

[aspiringtrashpanda]

Waaaah (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ ty tyyy!! I wasn't kidding about the length so I still apologize 😅😓 You know how when we’re younger we always wanted to get involved in the “cool stuff the big kids were doing,” whether said “big kids” to us were 13 or 16? When I was little, I wanted Steven to be my big brother or cousin. Since I never had any female cousins my age, I mostly grew up around boys and we did cool things like hang downstairs in their basement theatre, convince our parents to stop at a Walgreens for SillyBandz, and go wild jumping on the beds in their Hotel room with Light Sabers and Harry Potter Wands. (Look, I was like 9-10 this was cool to me 😂) We were a Trio, stuck in the backseat of the backseat of the car, status: gremlins in kahoots. It was weirdly poetic, there was only a year between either of us and I was the middle child. Really movie-like three Musketeering it here lol. Imagine how heartbroken I was when my parents told me they weren’t really my cousins, just really close family friends that we called them “cousin” regardless because they were there for my birth. Anyways, this and how whenever some older male that, I assume were probably late teens early 20s now that I’m older and thinking back, came over, kid me would see all the grown-ups talking to them like equals, being allowed to do “stuff” (it was probably like running an errand for an aunt or setting up tables tbh, I sure don’t know) and were asked about what they were studying at the dinner table, I thought it was so cool that I wanted to grow up fast and do whatever they were doing, go wherever they were going with their friends while I had to stay inside and help clean up because my mom said I wouldn’t be interested and that “they’re just doing their own thing.” Even at theme parks, couldn’t go with them.

Enter: The World of Pokémon. Discovering Fanfics, and the Found Family Trope. And Badass Young Protagonist Dreams we all might’ve had at some point. It’s a coin toss whether Crystal or LeafGreen was my first game, but I ended up really attached to Leaf (after a period of hating her because how DARE she look like my OC who was designed to look like me + the effect of early 2010s era of people hating OCs and only accepting canon characters in fics.) Though let’s be real, she probably looks like a lot of people, compared to having gravity-defying blue hair lol. It’s kind of hard to get May’s hair-style exact too sometimes if you don’t have bangs and short hair, and hers still flutter outwards by themselves. So anyways, this is all a lead-up to what brought me to thinking, “man, wouldn’t it be SO cool to be Champion and the bestest of buddies with the other Champions? (As the games usually sold the story to us)” Because friendship is awesome, teasing and banter and knowing personal things about each other and being considerate about it is sweet, being privy to secret projects the grown-ups never let you in on (I say secret project as if it’s some big thing when they probably wanted to enforce bed times and “that movie is too scary for you” lol) but anyhow, still epic.

I’ve never been able to bring myself to making another Pokémon OC, so I use Leaf as my stand-in for just about everything. I think the one thing holding me back from posting publicly is not everyone thinks the same as me. The game characters have no canon personality, so it looks weird. (Unless if I take influence from Evolutions, which validated so much for me.) They’re trapped in their games. And largely influenced by “majority accepted fanon.” As a result of that, I "should" be writing a wing-woman to the Red x Blue ship. My fic would probably go over better if I used May.

Okay, I have read everything through, but I am going to respond to each message one by one so I can get all my thoughts out! First off, thank you SO MUCH for sharing your brilliance with me. I am honored to get a peek inside your mind! This has been an incredible read. It sounds like you had so much fun with your cousins growing up, and I totally get what you mean about seeing older-but-still-young people doing stuff and you're like, "Hey i wanna hang out with them and tag along too!" But then you grow up and realize that you rushed through your childhood for nothing and ow, that's so real. RIP to all the OCs who fell to the flames of the early 2010s OC hate. OCs aren't for everybody (just like reader inserts), but those that will read an OC grow to love and appreciate them as much as any canon character. Though, there is also absolutely nothing wrong with projecting your OCs personality onto a canon character (if you're in our steven stone discord - which i mean, you're on anonymous so i'm not even gonna try to guess - you see that we do it ALL. THE. TIME.) I'll get more into canon personality vs. author interpretation vs. reader interpretation in the next bit, but I think it's important that you've recognized what you feel fandom has dictated you "should" do. You've recognized it. Now throw it out the window. Your fic will be its best self if you write what you want to write, and I promise, there WILL be someone who resonates with whatever character choice you make, whether they be in the minority or the majority. (To be continued...)

[seahdalune]

been having so many weird dreams lately. i think it's because of my fever.

(dreams in question⬇️)

one that stayed with me for a bit was a dream relating to an IRL site that i use often to download videos on Twitter (so it's not piracy, i may have to remind you).

the site was infamous for having this thing where it would make you wait like 20 seconds before downloading a video (although it wasn't really consistent with when it would make you wait? sometimes i got it, sometimes i didn't). it wasn't like, cooldown time, but actual BS padded out wait time. this was probably added so people paid for the premium, where the wait thing was removed.

anyways in the dream the site stopped working, and if you ever tried using the site it would direct you to an error page. the scary thing is, if you ever shouted profanities in response, due to frustration... a person nearby, would take out their handgun, and break into wherever you are to kill you.

(i don't know if this would happen if you were in your own home. thing is, this stuff always happened to people in their cars.)

meanwhile, me in the dream was kinda just.... attending a business my grandma was in? i wasn't doing anything, so i assume i was just there to see what she does and stuff. and shit man, like any event your gram takes you.... it was boring as shit. i guess everyone in the venue sensed i was, so they decided to take me inside a company car. a very big one, not a limbo, not an RV..... like, Starex.

i was on my phone, found a video i liked on twitter, decided to load it on the usual site that i use.... and out pops the error.

"SHIT!" i screamed.

the domino topples.

there were some men passing by, so one of them pulled out their gun and started smashing the windows by hitting them with the butt of the gun, or shooting at the window pane. both take a lot of time so i attempt to hide under the seats. i don't know what the other man did other than bang on the glass uselessly.

trying to get out of the car is apparently useless, because none of the victims have ever tried getting out of there. and neither do i, but that's besides the point.

it was so fucking intense. i had such an adrenalin spike, and it was like i was there. i can still feel my heartbeat.

i would have almost died, but then the gunners were... killed? apprehended? well, they were stopped in some way. i was saved, wee-hee.

i stopped using the site. and switched over to a different site, which was ad free AND had no such thing as a "premium".

( it should be noted that because of this dream i immediately went on a Discord server i was on and told everyone my alternative was way better. yes the site is real btw. it's called Cobalt.)

other misc dreams included: -a dream about a TV adaptation of a children's book. the book was about a chef person cooking for a school with the students, and it had 4 books minimum, themed around the 4 season. there could have been more though. the tv adaptation i was watching in particular was set in fall... well, i think it was because everyone was dressed for cold weather, the scenes were orange-and-yellow themed, and people were making soup. there were reviews that said the episode was a "poor adaptation compared to the rest", and that it was "ok, but didn't capture the warmth that the original books gave them when they were a child reading the book.

-a very surreal TV show, clearly more artistically driven. all i remember was that it was semi-stop motion, and a certain scene that involved a mannequin, a very weird one at that.

the scene in question played out like this: (a man, presumably the main artist behind the show, enters the camera view. the walls are all a shade of off-white.) man: hello, my wife's head! (camera cuts to a mannequin's head. it's been decorated heavily so it's hard to tell if it was actually a mannequin at first.) (camera cuts back to the same man from before) man: hello, my wife's body! (camera cuts back to the mannequin. this time it's more obvious it's not human, because it's head has been plucked off, and the body is.... odd, either it was stretched out in some areas, or some limbs were too long for the other.) (either way, the mannequin does an attempt to "wave" back at it's husband.)

in both TV dreams i took a pic of the show names shown in the title card... but that was in a dream, and sadly those don't transfer over to irl. shame, because i would have liked to watched the latter show i described a little more.

anyways i should lie down again. may more odd dreams haunt me tonight.

[sandwichrin]

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#5

A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 36)

Chapter 36 - Sur-reality Word count: 4.6k words Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance, slight Angst.

A/N: Hi! Here you go, chapter 36! let’s get the ship drama sailingggg~

Y/n’s Apartment Block (Night time)

It was around 7pm-ish that you finally got back from having dinner with Soomin. Your visit on your Treasure friends didn’t last long that afternoon, especially since you noticed that Junkyu didn’t even say a word towards you the whole time you were there. The rest of the Haenam crew too, didn’t interact with you much so you assumed they were all just super tired from their trip—as if you weren’t just as tired though.

You admit, you were slightly taken aback by Junkyu’s act of ignorance. Not that you have that much of a reason to be pissed at him. It’s not like you’re his girlfriend, right?

You stopped in your tracks. You were standing right in front of the elevator in the lobby now.

You let out a sigh as you entered the opening doors, letting it shut slowly as you stared into space.

The both of you like each other, you and Junkyu. You both had several good times together in Haenam. Well, before that too of course.

But today…Junkyu was just being ice cold to you. What got into him?

He likes you, you like him. Nay, you’re both in love with each other. A stronger feeling towards each other—that’s what it is. But you both aren’t boyfriend or girlfriend.

Then what are we?

Just casually dating one another?

Friends who are in love with each other?

You stepped out of the elevator once it arrived on your floor, your thoughts still running wild on your status with Junkyu.

You let out a tiny gasp just as a random thought popped into your head.

What if…what if Junkyu was just treating you as a casualty?

You shook your head at the thought. That can’t be it, right? Junkyu doesn’t seem to be the type to fool around with girls…right?

Taking in a deep breath, you try to distract yourself from that tall friend of yours.

Alas—your thoughts on him went back into the back of your head as soon as you see a familiar figure standing outside your front door as you got closer to your home.

“Junkyu?” you asked, afraid that your eyes might be fooling you.

The tall, fair-skinned guy turned his head towards you, previously looking down at the phone in his hand.

His dark brown, bright orbs stared into yours as he watches you slowly approaching him now.

“What are you doing here?” You asked again.

“I just wanted to see you,” he shrugs, his spongey voice a little deeper from his serious tone.

“O-oh,”

You blinked several times, wondering what made him come all the way to your place.

“Are you just gonna stand there and not invite me in?” He asked this time, startling you from your thoughts.

“A-ah! Right! I uh, hold on, I’ll key in the passcode,” you stuttered now as you frantically head towards the pinned lock beside your front door.

You had your back facing Junkyu so while you were clumsily unlocking your front gate and door, you couldn’t see Junkyu trying to hold onto his smile as he watches you panic on your own.

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#4

A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 35)

Chapter 35 - Back to reality Word count: 4.4k words Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance, slight Angst.

A/N: Hello~ I’m back with chapter 35! Drama lesgoooo >< I’m jk, i miss you all! Hope y’all enjoy this one 🧡💖 i miss reading y’all’s comments too! Take care and love y’all <3

It had been a day after your Treasure friends had returned to the city, and now it was your turn to leave.

Dongyun helped put your luggage into the trunk of the cab that your boss had sent out to Haenam to go pick you up—as he had promised when he had sent you away last week.

“Ahh, this sucks,” your childhood friend sighs out loud. “Sure I can’t have you to stay for another week?” he asks.

“You tell that to Joonyoung-ssi,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “Oh wait, I mean, Mr Bae;” you corrected as you remembered that your boss’ mum was standing not far from you and Dongyun.

Dongyun chuckled at your action, him wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Gosh, I was getting used to having you around too,”

“I know. But hey, your semester break is ending soon too, no? You won’t be here either if I stayed any longer you know,”

Dongyun was about to answer you back when he felt someone pinching his forearm, making him yelp.

“Ahhh! Aunt Nari what was that for??” He unwrapped his arm from you and rubbed the spot that got pinched on his other arm.

“Hmph. You had the nerve to put your arm around my girl here when you rejected her countless of times now,” the lady grumbled, making you laugh out loud as your friend gets nagged upon by her.

“Now—I didn’t reject her. I rejected the idea of marrying her and being matchmade with her,” he corrected Aunt Nari.

“Aigoo! Exactly the same! Now, don’t stand too close to Y/n. I’m gonna take good care of her and make sure my future son-in-law wouldn’t have to worry about being jealous of you two,” she nagged as she pushes Dongyun to the side gently.

You scrunched your face at what you heard. “Ew who are you matchmaking me with again this time?”

“Hey! Be nice! It’s that gentleman friend of yours of course! Jaehyuk-ssi will definitely take good care of you, you know.” She beamed happily just by the mention of Jaehyuk. Wow, he must’ve really impressed your Aunt Nari; you thought.

Dongyun burst out laughing as he heard this. “Hah, Aunt Nari is shipping you with another guy aside from Junkyu!”

“H-hey! You don’t have to say it out that loud!”

“Hm? Junkyu? I was talking about Jaehyuk, Dongyun-aa. Did you clean your ears properly this week?” Aunt Nari responded, missing the point of what Dongyun had meant earlier.

“Nooo I was saying—”

“Okay, okay hold it up you both. Let’s not talk about my love life any further, please?” you stopped them before their discussion could escalate. Gosh, why are they so interested in your love life though?? If you had let their conversation gone any further you wouldn’t be surprised they’ll be talking about naming your future kids too. You shuddered from the thought.

 *

YG Building (Treasure’s Practice Room)

Junghwan entered the practice room with his bagpack hanging on one side of his shoulder. He was still in his school uniform too, implying that their manager had just fetched both him and Jeongwoo from school.

“Oh, Junghwan! Where’s Jeongwoo?” Jihoon greeted the maknae when he sees the boy entering the room.

“He’s just stopping by the convenience store downstairs,”

“Huh, he better not get any more ramen cup. He’s had two yesterday.” The leader complained to himself.

“Enough about that, hyung,” Junghwan said as he approaches Jihoon who was sitting on the floor.

It seemed like they were all just chilling in the room. Probably waiting for the rest of their members to arrive before they begin with practice.

The only ones in the room right now were Jihoon, Hyunsuk, Junkyu, Yoshi and Yedam. Including Junghwan that had just arrived of course. The rest were probably hanging out somewhere else in the building.

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#3

A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 33)

Chapter 33 - The Confession

Word count: 4.3k words

Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance, slight Angst.

A/N: Hello hello! How are you all doing? I’ve caught the flu so I’m resting up while I can and also going to work as usual :’D Here’s the new chapter yay! I like this one-- well some parts. Thank you for your patience in waiting for this chapter <3 take care always and love you all! <33

Haenam / Potato Field

You were crouching on the ground, digging the soil to harvest the few potatoes that were ripe. “Okay, that’s the 6th one,” you counted, as you breathe out.

“Yah, Kim Dongyun, where the hell are you? It’s been almost half an hour,” you complained to yourself as you lift your head to look around, just in case your friend’s figure would show up.

Nope, no sign of him.

You let out a sigh and moved forward towards another bed of potatoes, scanning which side to be harvested first this time.

As you were busy digging on some dirt, you finally heard light footsteps approaching you from behind.

“About time. I almost harvested one whole bed on my own,” you complained as soon as you heard the footsteps stopping right behind you.

“I’m sorry,” the voice said, panting.

You froze in your position. Wait a minute. That’s not Dongyun’s voice.

You swiftly turn your head and saw—Junkyu, panting and trying to catch his breath after half-running to where you were.

“Junkyu? What are you doing here??”

“I--,” he stopped, swallowing in air again. “Dongyun said you needed my help so,”

“Wha--? Where is he anyways?”

“He was escorting me here but he stopped halfway for an emergency restroom situation,”

Just like when he was with you earlier, you thought.

Which was kinda coincidental. But also fishy. But then again, Junkyu is here now. And he looks somewhat confused.

“I see.” You said. “Well, uh, I was just harvesting some potatoes and uh, I’m not sure if there are any extra spades—”

You stopped talking when Junkyu lifted his hand to show you the spade in his hand.

“Dongyun-ssi gave me this earlier,” he grinned.

“Oh. Okay then, I guess we could dig around while we wait for him then,” you chuckled softly.

 *

(30 minutes earlier)

The moment Dongyun saw you leaving towards the potato field, he immediately dashed out of the restaurant to head back towards his neighbour’s house.

“Oh? Dongyun? I thought you went to harvest potatoes with Y/n?” Aunt Nari said as soon as she saw the young man entering the gates of her home.

Dongyun smiled, catching his breath from all the running he did.

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#2

A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 37)

Chapter 37 - Not his girlfriend

Word count: 5.2k words Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance, slight Angst.

A/N: Hello! I got off work a little late today but uwu here it is, as promised! Thank you for waiting and hope y’all like this one &lt;3

“Y/n, is that you?” Doyoung’s voice startled you not far behind where you’re standing now.

‘clink clank clink’ the sound of the metal bowls hitting the concrete floor rang as you felt them slip from your fingers after hearing him call your name.

“D-Doyoung-ssi! What a surprise to see you here!” you stammered as you turn around to look at him.

Doyoung flashed a smile at you as he makes his way towards you now that he’s confident that it was indeed you that he saw.

As soon as he reaches your spot, he immediately lowers himself to pick up the metal bowls that you had dropped earlier.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said as he dusts off the metal bowls one by one before picking them up.

“W-what? N-no! it wasn’t your fault anyways. I was just…” your voice trailed off as you turn around to sneak a peek at Junkyu who was still hiding behind the thrash container not far from where you were standing.

Junkyu met your eyes and shook his head at you, implying that he didn’t want Doyoung to know he was hiding back there.

You turned back around to face Doyoung just in time as he was getting back up from his stance to hand over the metal bowls to you.

You accepted them from his hands and thanked him.

“No biggie. Hey, are you okay? You seem…distracted,” he said, noticing that your eyes would once in a while look elsewhere.

“Oh, nothing! I was just…curious as to where the cats I fed had went to,” you chuckled nervously as you lied. You weren’t curious about the cats, you were worried about how long Junkyu had to be hiding behind the thrash container if you stayed here any longer with Doyoung.

“I see. You want me to help you find them? I can help you,” he responded. Doyoung was already taking steps towards where Junkyu was hiding and you couldn’t help but panic on your own.

Which was why you ended up tugging his arm and making yourself accidentally trip and hit your head against his back.

“Ow!” the both of you said at the same time.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—” you apologised, your hand rubbing your head from the minor accident.

“Gosh Y/n, when Jihoon-hyung always complained about you being hard-headed, I didn’t expect him to be literal about it,” he chuckled as he rubs his back.

“I’m so sorry Doyoung, I—wait, what?? Jihoon said what about me??”

“Aish that’s nothing to worry about! You know he likes to joke about these things,” he grinned as he places a hand on your head.

“He better be joking,” you mumbled under your breath.

Doyoung smiled politely at you and moves his hand away from your head now.

“Well, are we still looking for your cats or—”

“NO!” you interrupted him, not intending to raise your voice though. Your eyes widened as you realise how rude you might have acted towards the younger boy in front of you.

“I-I mean…no….it’s okay! I’m sure they’re all full after being fed,” you tried to smile at him to not make him sense your suspicious behaviour.  “So…what brings you down here?” you tried to change the subject.

“Oh, right. I almost forgot. I was looking for Junkyu-hyung. You don’t happen to see him around here…do you?”

“What?” you stifled a fake laugh. “No way! What would Junkyu be doing here? Yeah, no, I haven’t seen him,”

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A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 34)

Chapter 34 - A little heartbreak Word count: 4.4k words Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance, slight Angst.

A/N: Hi! Oh gosh I am so so happy to be back here! T^T How are you all? I hope all is well with y’all <3 Also! Here’s the latest chapter! Pro tip: Get your tissues ready for this chapter-- I cried writing this, no lie. But okie no worries, the next chapter won’t be this sad I promise fhdhsh T^T Happy reading and love y’all! 🧡💖

“Is this even the right way?” Jihoon asked Hyunsuk who was walking a little further in front of him.

“Of course! We passed by this area yesterday, remember??”

“I don’t know hyung…we could be getting lost,”

Hyunsuk lets out a sigh. “Yahh, trust me, okay? I know where to find the potato field,”

Jihoon lets out a sigh as well and groaned, “Fine. But let’s hurry. I don’t want Jaehyuk’s ice cream to melt,”

Hyunsuk nods back at his friend before proceeding in his steps—a little faster this time since he was excited to show you the ice cream he picked out for you.

The both of them came upon a couple of fields, Hyunsuk confidently striding on the small pathway between the open fields.

“Hyung, the fields here are huge. It’s still not too late to turn back and not get lost, you know”

Hyunsuk shakes his head, his steps still going forward on the narrow pathway.

“It’s an open field, Jihoon. Surely we can spot them in this area,”

And so, they kept on walking for another 5 minutes before Hyunsuk stopping completely in his steps—catching Jihoon by surprise.

“Whoa don’t stop like that, hyung-aa. I almost dropped my ice cream,”

“See what I told you?? They’re right there!” Hyunsuk ignored the younger member’s complaint and points at you and Junkyu whom were at the open field not far on his right now.

“Aigoo, we’re gonna have to take another turn at the end of the field we’re in to get to their side though,” Jihoon whined.

“It’s okay, they don’t look like they’re leaving yet. We can catch up with them,”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause they don’t look like they’re harvesting anything.” Jihoon points out as he noticed you tugging Junkyu to walk in front of you.

“Okay let’s be quick then! Hurry Jihoon-aa!” Hyunsuk jogged ahead again.

Jihoon sighed out loud for the 10th time probably as he followed his hyung again.

And Jihoon was right though. Hyunsuk was heading towards the end of the path, making his way to cross the small four-way path to get to your side of the field when he noticed you and Junkyu walking away from the potato field now.

Hyunsuk turned around to check up on Jihoon, “You good? Am I walking too fast?”

“You could slow down a bit—OH!” Jihoon suddenly exclaimed.

“What, what?? What happened?”

“N-nothing. Y/n tripped,” he points at the scene he was seeing at the other side of the field.

“What?!” Hyunsuk turned back around to see Junkyu helping you back on your feet, making him breathe a sigh of relief since you didn’t look like you were hurt badly.

He then stopped for a minute as he watched you laughing from afar. A small smile formed on his face. Even from here, he could feel his heart beating fast when he sees you laughing out loud like that. Your smile, your laugh…Hyunsuk loves everything about you. And he couldn’t help but envy Junkyu for being lucky enough to help you out in the field, he thought. Spending time with you has always been fun to him.

“Hyung?” Jihoon’s voice pulled Hyunsuk back to reality. “You okay? You’ve been staring at them for some time now,” Jihoon asked since he was worried if Hyunsuk was hurt in any way from watching you and Junkyu.

“Nahh, I’m good,” he assured his friend. “Maybe I’ll just call out to them from here, no? Seems like a chore to walk all the way to the other side,” Hyunsuk suggested.

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I posted 1,069 times in 2022

That's 81 more posts than 2021!

10 posts created (1%)

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#horror - 81 posts

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#gay movies - 22 posts

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Longest Tag: 90 characters

#treating all women like victims with no agency or incapable of having flaws is also sexism

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

i hope all the twitter refugees go to instagram. i like this wasteland where i can just post pretty things and sounds in peace

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#4

finally got pokemon scarlet last night. played for a few hours and encountered like 3 bugs, but the fps was steady for the most part. really needs some polishing bc the textures look like ass when you leave the indoors and the shadows are terrible, but the gameplay is fun. wish they had kept some of the qol from arceus like not having to enter a battle each time you wanna catch a pokemon, but GF likes removing features. let's see how i feel about it when i play again after work

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#3

Pass the happy! ✨ When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications! <333

1. A good book with some tea

2. Listening to music/albums

3. Watching a fun or gorgeous show/movie. I’m a slut for aesthetics

4. Walking around/taking public transportation and discovering a new place to shop, eat, or hang out

5. Composing/mixing music even though it’s tedious sometimes

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#2

starting the quest down my chromecast watchlist and we’ve begun with a flop. what is this community theater acting?

2 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

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Last batch of gay movies

Alright. Here are the last few movies I watched for Pride month:

Paris 05:59: Theo & Hugo

If somebody had looked into my condo while I was watching the first few minutes of this movie, they'd probably assume I was watching porn on my TV. It was hot, though. I did enjoy this film, but I felt like there was a lot of padding. It took so long for us to get to the actual conflict, and then after that, it was a lot of drawn out scenes, such as the doctor giving directions for the meds while saying um between every word. I get that it's supposed to be naturalistic, but it was a little much. I also thought they could've cut the middle-aged man in the beginning of the movie since he adds nothing to it. Overall, interesting. Felt like an adaptation of a Hemingway novel.

Into the Dark: Midnight Kiss

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Feisty

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Sometimes, you can be a bit too feisty...

Smut! Established D/s dynamic!  There’s also some light degradation in this, so beware

It was one of Nikoliai’s favorite things about you: you were feisty.  But tonight, your feistiness was just a hair too much and had your husband and Dominant on his last nerve.  All evening, leading up to the state dinner with the Kerch ambassador, you’d been teasing him; biting your lip, batting your lashes at him, pressing your arms together, accentuating your breasts, running your hand over Nikolai’s chest, dipping your hand dangerously close to his groin.  Your Dominant teased you right back; whispering lewd things into your ear as you got ready, squeezing your ass as you greeted nobles, and pushing your skirts up as you sat down to dinner.

But Nikolai had his limits, and while the two of you enjoyed teasing each other in public (always out of anyone’s gaze, and never anything obscene), one of your husband’s most important rules was that your dynamic was never to interfere with matters of state.  You were a Dominant and his submissive, but before that, you were a husband and wife, but before that, you were a King and his Queen, and the needs of Ravka always came first.  Nikolai had assumed that once the dinner began, you would cease your teasing and play the role of Queen.

But that hadn’t happened.  It was midway through the main course when Nikolai felt your hand on his thigh.  For the barest moment, he thought you might have innocent intentions, but then your hand moved upwards and all such notions were proven wrong.  Keeping your attention on your plate, you began palming his cock, making your Dominant hiss and bite his lip.  Nikolai grasped your wrist tightly in his, and you looked over at him.

“10 minutes, the blue receiving room,” he said, and the tone of his voice told you it was not up for debate.  The King stood and exited the room, and you watched the minutes tick by.  You politely excused yourself and made your way down the corridor and into the room your husband had specified.  As soon as you entered, Nikolai shut and locked the door behind you before taking a seat on the divan.

“Over my knee.  Now.”  Nikolai had slipped fully into his Dominant mindset, the tone of his voice compelling you to obey.  You draped yourself over your husband’s lap, and he roughly pulled your skirts up, exposing your bare bottom.  You wore no panties at your Dominant’s request, and he rubbed your rear almost tenderly.  “Do you want to tell me why we’re here and not at dinner, Y/N?”

You shifted in his lap.  “Because I was teasing you.”  Nikolai pinched your bottom, and you yelped.  “Try again.”  “Because I was teasing you, Sir.”  “There we are.  Now, you know I’m all for teasing you and you teasing me, but what’s my rule about state functions?”  “We stop.”  Nikolai nodded, though you couldn’t see.  “That’s right.  So why did you continue to rub me like a shameless whore?”  “I don’t know, Sir.”

Your Dominant hummed, running his palm over your ass again.  “Hmm.  I am going to spank you 20 times with my hand, Y/N.  What’s your safeword?”  “Ocean, Sir.”  “Good girl,” he said, and he began.  There was little reprieve between spanks, and when you began wiggling about, Nikolai pressed his arm against your back.  “Still, Y/N.  Or we start over.”  You whimpered your assent, and Nikolai continued.  It was meant to be a punishment, but the words he said while delivering it only served to arouse you.

“Such a desperate thing, always needing my attention.  Acting like such a needy slut.”  When the spanking was finished, Nikolai righted your skirts and helped you to stand.  “There we are.  Are you alright, my love?”  You sniffled, wiping a stray tear.  “Yes, Sir.”  “Good.  Now, we are going back into dinner, and if you behave, I’ll reward you after.  Yes?”  You nodded, accepting your husband’s kiss.  “Yes, Sir.”

***

The rest of dinner passed uneventfully.  Nikolai told any curious guests that he needed to check on the status of a project and got too invested, and you had to drag him away, which sated any wondering minds.  As promised, when the dinner ended, Nikolai brought you back to your rooms and rewarded you.  Though your reward came in a slightly different form than you anticipated.  Your Dominant stripped you bare and kissed you hard, lips trailing down your neck and chest, but pausing before they reached your cunt.

You were then laid on the bed, your wrists tied to the headboard, where Nikolai ate you out for 20 minutes.  But you were not allowed to come.  When you whimpered the first time he denied you, your Dominant merely laughed.  “Oh darling, did you think I’d let you come so soon?  After what you pulled?  No, love.  You’ll wait until I’m good and ready to make you come.”

He continued to eat you out, pressing two fingers into your pussy and rubbing your g-spot as he did, but still, you did not come.  Nikolai either stopped pleasuring you altogether, or lessened whatever stimulation you were getting to the point that you could not reach your peak.  All the while, he told you how dirty you were, how desperate and needy.  “I’ve seen whores less eager for sex than you, maybe you’d make a better whore than a queen.”

“Nik–Sir!” you cried, arching your back when he pressed the pads of his fingers against that spot within you, making you see stars.  “Sir, please!  Please let me come!”  Nikolai only chuckled.  “You haven’t even had my cock and you’re begging?  Pathetic.”  You let out a breathy moan, bucking your hips, trying to get more friction.  “Sir, please, will you fuck me?  Please, Sir, please fuck me!”

Your husband groaned, hurriedly removing his dress slacks; his shirt and coat already having been discarded.  “Do not come until I say so,” he warned, and Nikolai thrust into you.  There were nights that your husband fucked you gently, your hips barely separating, your bodies flush.  Tonight was not one of those nights.  Your Dominant’s cock withdrew nearly the entire way before filling you entirely, and high-pitched, loud moans left your mouth every time.

At this rate, you’d be coming in minutes, and you prayed to the Saints that Nikolai would let you.  If he didn’t, well, you’d be in for another punishment.  “Sir!  Yes, please, right there!”  Nikolai moaned, capturing your lips with his, biting gently.  “That’s right, Y/N, moan for me.  Let the guards outside hear how well you take my cock.  Let them know who fucks you this good.”  It was an arousing thought, being overheard, and with guards outside your bedroom door at all times, there was no avoiding it.  But they agreed to guard the King and Queen, they knew what that came with.

You felt your orgasm surging forth, and you did what you could to hold back.  But it was so hard with your husband fucking you, his lips on your neck, his fingers on your clit.  “Sir, please, can I come?”  “No,” he grit out.  “Hold it, Y/N, don’t you dare come yet.”  He was close as well, but he wanted to tease a bit more, to prolong your pleasure as long as he could.  But you could tell you were losing the ability to hold on, and you sobbed.  “Kolya, Sir, please!  Please, I can’t hold it in!”

Nikolai moaned, feeling his own control slip as well.  “Come, Y/N, let me hear you.  Let the whole damn capital know how much you love my cock.”  You screamed as you came, screamed your Dominant’s name as your eyes rolled back and your body convulsed.  The tightening of your cunt caused Nikolai to spill within you, and he kissed you deeply as he did.  A moment later, your husband withdrew, and it only took one look at you to know that you were gone, dropped off into subspace.

Your aftercare was a blur, but you knew the steps by heart.  Nikolai untied you, checked for any bruising on your wrists, massaged your aching muscles, bathed, lotioned, and dressed you, and tucked you into bed.  When lucidity came over you, your hair was damp and braided back, you were clothed in one of your husband’s shirts and wrapped in his arms.  “There she is,” Nikolai said with a smile.  “My beautiful girl.”

“Sir,” you said, but your Dominant shushed you.  “It’s just Nikolai now, honey.  Just Kolya.”  You smiled, snuggling into his embrace.  “Kolya.  I love you.”  “I love you too precious.  Get some rest now.  I wore you out tonight.”  You hummed and cuddled even closer, sleep finding you easily.  Nikolai so adored your feistiness, almost as much as he adored putting you in your place when it was too much.

[burnedbyshoto]

part two to fwb bakugou short story, but it’ll probably not make you feel anymore happier:

bakugou katsuki never though he was actually attractive until he found out he had a fan club.

call him a naive, but truly, he had no idea. he was always focused on things that mattered — intelligence, ability, skill — that being attractive felt more like a stupid parlor trick. he was thriving one night, having just turned 20 and even though his friends couldn’t drink, that sure didn’t stop them from buying him way too many drinks.

at first, he had been able to yell at them for buying drinks, but kaminari had slung an arm around his shoulder, a conniving smirk on his face as he looked more at kirishima then him.

“well, i’m sure that midoriya would be able to handle all these drinks~”

katsukis hubris would always be his downfall.

he doesn’t remember most of the night, can barely remember the bitter taste of alcohol, but could remember the scalding embrace of the person who warmed his bed. the way their backs arched from the bed, their sweet beautiful praising ringing in his ears as his cock entered their squeezing hole over and over again.

there were a few things he realized that night.

1. sex was good. like really good…. and-

2. being attractive meant more possibilities to have sex.

and finally, the stupid parlor trick had a true value.

sex was a great relief for katsuki. it was mindless, rhythmic, and a new territory for him to become the best in. he realized quickly that he wasn’t exactly looking for anything more than a bed partner, he didn’t really want anything romantic because that meant that this relief would become a job.

not that romance was bad or anything, but with his partnership with work-till-he-drops deku of all people in the hero world, he didn’t have any time to provide anything but sex. but he knew entirely well that working with deku showed the pros and cons of having a partner, and well, there wasn’t a lot of cons. so sue him, sometimes there were a few people that stayed longer then a night.

by the time he’s 26, he’s thriving off the system he’s made, work eat sex sleep, even if sometimes the sex part had angry rioters after him, they were the only things that mattered.

nothing seemed to be going wrong, well until it did.

he had met some girl at a conference. she had said she wasn’t a hero, nor a support hero, so bakugou assumed she was nothing more than some overcommitted fangirl who managed to get in to the conference.

she had a nice smile, pretty eyes, and seemed to put up with his sometimes brute personality, so he invited her over after the many blunt displays of flirting.

now that was mistake number one.

so after a week of sleeping together, he called it off, but of course of all people she could have been, she was the daughter of the most influential man in japan.

blacklisted.

that’s what he was.

no one wanted him, despite his attractiveness. no one wanted a man who broke hearts after fucking “virgins.” his ability as a pro was being questioned because of his sex life, and not even savior of the fucking world deku could stop the slandering.

before katsuki could decide whether or not he should figure out a way to prove that he had told every past partner that he was simply here for sex, you approached him.

katsuki remembers being a bit confused, a bit put off by your quiet confident approach. you guys weren’t exactly friends in high school, but you had been tight with deku. deku was the reason you had been recruited to work in their agency anyways. as if the world wasn’t already falling apart, your proposition definitely made his unstable world even more stable.

maybe that’s why he laughed bitterly at your request, why he even wanted to agree with it, why he even looked at your plainish features and thought to himself that he’s done so much better that he says, “I can’t promise that I won’t break your heart.”

and you, truly adding the most chaos into his life, simply shrugged.

“…that’s okay, as long as it’s my heart and not yours.”

to say the least, katsuki was taken aback by you. your stamina was par to his own, the keening and crying praises spilling from your lips into his ears sent fire down his spine. finger raked down his back, and the way you submitted to his every whim, desire, and sadistic demand. eyes that were soaked with tears looking at him with blown pupils while swollen blubbering lips begged for more.

it was perfect.

too perfect.

so perfect that when kaminari comments on it one day, something snags on bakugous throat.

“seems like our explodey boy is finally whipped and settling down with y/l/n!” he whistles, low and impressed. “good for the two of ya!”

everyone cheers in agreement.

maybe it was the sake in his system, the cheap beer sitting flush on his cheeks, and the intoxicated energy of high school friends sitting at a bar together, but bakugou opens his mouth and does the one thing he’s undeniably good at: destroying things.

“it isn’t anything serious,” he snaps. “it’s just sex. y/l/n knows it and it hasn’t stopped me from sleeping with anyone else!”

no one dares to call him out on it, but the array of wide eyes and parted lips pisses bakugou off more than them rebutting them could ever do.

“i’ll prove it to you fuckers then!” he hisses, anger wasted on nothing.

so he stands up, upper body flexed and on display and has no issue finding someone immediately interested in fucking a top ranked hero who hasn’t been around in more than a year.

bakugou takes them home, lips and fingers working magic, but his ears don’t hear the buzz of his phone. his angry and slightly drunken brain forget that you’re meant to come over tonight. it was tradition after all.

the moment bakugou finally gets the courage to rip the shirt off the stranger, mind aching because this doesn’t feel right, his front door opens.

as a pro hero, there are many times the world has slowed to a complete stop for him. when he watched buildings fall on friends, when it was one last punch or die, when he needed to save someone. he was used to this uniqueness of time perception and how things slow down. but he never imagined seeing it happen as his eyes open as see you at the entrance of his apartment. files and dinner in your hand, and the millions of emotions that flew through your eyes.

bakugou doesnt even hear the exchange, his heart too loud in his ears, but when he tries to call out… you leave.

the mood is killed, and there’s no more point in lying to himself… bakugou wants you. irrevocably and desperately wants you. with everything he can muster, he runs to your apartment after rushing out the nameless stranger through the front door.

he needs to explain.

he needs to tell you the truth.

he likes you! just you!

it was a mistake.

a hubris, fat headed mistake!

“I told you already, katsuki,” you say softly, the smile on your face small, knowing, yet somehow still so fucking kind. “I told you that it was okay. as long as it was my heart that broke, and not yours.”

the words scream in his ears, and it’s almost tragic that he doesn’t remember that until right now because his heart is frantically beating.

but bakugou musters up a sound again, mind spinning, heart aching. he needs to tell you his thoughts! you need to understand!

but the click of the door in front of his face is louder than any explosion he could ever make.

the sad, distant look on your face remains burned in his mind as he sinks to the floor. back pressed against the wall.

fuck.

fuck!

“it’s not okay though,” he whispers to no one. “my heart is breaking too.”

[ladywaifuuwrites]

Pillars reacting to their crush who’s small but strong

Request: male pillars reacting to a really strong female pillar whos like super short like 4′10-5′ and they crush on them.

Pairings: Male pillars x fem! reader

Synopsis: Their crush is a strong smol pillar ^_^

Warnings: manga spoiler

a/n: I smiled at your request since I’m small too. Like I’m 5′0. And I’m kinda scared to do face to face classes since the boys at my school will tease me for not getting taller. Hmph. SO HERE YA GO. You’re the first request! Have a nice day whoever u are!

And I am so sorry this is so long! ASJDAOFHHASK. I got carried away in some of those storylines. I hope this makes sense (wrote this when I was hungry).

This would be a headcanon I assume. 

I’m sorry if It’s taking me long to answer requests but don’t worry I’ll write those! I’ll probably upload rules for future requests :)

Giyuu Tomioka

yo this guy is tall not kidding

Giyuu is head over heels for you. He’ll want to protect you since you’re the most precious things he’s ever laid eyes on

Sparkles in his eyes whenever he sees you✨

He doesn’t want to lose you so he’s butting in on all of your missions. You get annoyed and you think he’s looking down on you.

You two get into a fight and doesn’t fix it since Giyuu’s communication is bad. It ends up in you walking away.

Nighttime and demons are lurking around in the forest as you take a stroll to clear your mind. Then a demon launches on you but thanks to your quick reflexes you dodge.

It’s a strong demon, close enough to become one of the lower moons. But nothing you can’t handle.

Giyuu senses a demon nearby and he frantically searches for you. *sim dads reaction when the mother goes into labor lmaooooo*

Lights fill up an area of the forest from the techniques you use. In like 2 strikes the demon dies.

He finally finds you as the demon’s ashes blow away. Your hair is dramatically blowing too.

He’s just staring at you then hugs you “I’m sorry. I’m not underestimating you…I just want to protect you.”  

Then all good. He’s amazed by how strong you are despite you’re short stature. You’re going to missions together and sometimes he just watches you finish off the demon. Just happy to see that satisfied smile you have when you kill a demon.

Muichiro Tokito

When he first met you at the pillar meeting, he muttered his thoughts, wondering how could someone be that small? You’re in the same age but you’re small.

Shinobu heard him since she was beside him and said “that’s rude to ask someone”. She’s lowkey offended.

Tengen retorts to Muichiro. “You’re small too…??”

Since it’s rude, he kept his mouth shut. You’re the same age as him when you entered the corps. He thinks you’ll grow up anyway. 

Surprise surprise you grew up, 2 inches. But still small. 

He gets nervous a bit around you since puberty did you good. Won’t admit it though.

Cue swordsmith village arc

He’s having trouble dealing with Gyokko. (I hate his face. It’s weird and ugly.)

Then minutes later, you show up out of nowhere, giving great damage to the demon.

“Are you okay?” you ask him with concern and you two fight off the fish demon.

He’s in awe because you actually took over the fight. Sure you have injuries but those are minor compared to his and you were very careful.

He’s injured so he couldn’t do much but you saved him and the civilians by defeating the demon. That’s when he realized how amazing you are and you earn his respect. 

Days pass by and you two along with the other demon slayers are commended by Oyakata-sama.

He thanks you when the both of you are walking together. He’s very grateful for what you did and you two become closer afterwards.

“Ah young love.” Mitsuri sighs blissfully as she watches you two leave the headquarters.

Kyojuro Rengoku 

Kyojuro knows you’re small and he knows you’re strong. You’re one of his trainees along with Mitsuri, so you’ve known each other for a long time now.

You rose to the ranks of the pillars with Kyojuro’s guidance. And now you’re looked up to by the whole organization because of your excellent swordsmanship despite your small figure. 

So you’re tasked to train 20 slayers ranked below Tsuchinoto. You take them to a clearing in the forest where training equipment are already placed. You train them by remembering what Kyojuro has taught you over the years. And you smile, seeing your past self in the struggling slayers.

You gave them a 10 minute break and after 10 minutes, you do a headcount to see if everyone is in your proximity. 

“18,19…?????” 

Oh no. A slayer is missing.

So you set off to find the missing one and there you found him. 

Hanging upside down from the arms of a large demon. The boy is muttering apologies for straying faraway and is begging for you to save him upon seeing you. 

You are annoyed at the fact that he has disobeyed your orders and is now at the hands of danger. But this was no time to be blaming someone for a boy’s life is at stake here. 

You jump into the air and you take down the demon pretty easily with one strike of your sword. And you catch the falling boy bridal style with your annoyed face. 

You put the boy down but suddenly a demon comes attacking you both. You kill it but more of it comes at you. They are easy to take down but it keeps coming, making you tired if you have to do this all night. It just won’t stop multiplying.

You think you’ve killed almost all of it but then the slayer screams “(L/N)-SAN!!!!!”. A monstrous looking demon bares its claws at you, but before you could react a flash of flames appears right in front of your eyes. 

“Kyojuro…” You whisper in relief as he slays the final demon. The bright flames sparkle in your eyes as you’re once again amazed at the man.

Kyojuro looks at you and comes over. “You’re so amazing.” You manage to say. 

He smiles and says. “No. You’re the amazing one.”. You always manage to face whatever challenge and it always ends up in you winning. Kyojuro knows how hard you proved others wrong by becoming a strong pillar. 

Super proud of you cause you’re strong. He actually watched you battle those before jumping in to save you.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He doesn’t really care if you’re short or tall

The important things is that you’re useful to the organization

When someone teases you about your height, you end up feeling down and he’s there to beat that someone’s ass.

He doesn’t like to admit it but he’s a softie when it comes to you. You eventually break down his walls and now you can say you’re friends with the scary wind pillar.

You always tease him though and he’s always annoyed. But everyone thinks you’re both dumb since it’s very clear that you two like each other but you still deny it.

There’s this time where Sanemi is visibly struggling fighting demons as you watch him peacefully on a rooftop. He’s glaring at you and asks you “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”.

You just smile at him sweetly😊

Sanemi pretends his heart didn’t do a flip. But his heart stopped when he saw a demon behind you on the rooftop.

He was about to call your name when another blink and the demon’s head was cut off.

He was surprised since it all happened so fast. You go down to the ground, landing safely as you battle demons that the frozen Sanemi left.

It just took you 10 seconds to eliminate those demons and Sanemi’s mouth is left agape as he watched you.

You weren’t normally like this. So why the sudden surge of power?

“Sanemi hun. Close your mouth.” You say to him with a blank face, but before you could go past him, he gripped your wrist tightly and placed your small body in front of him.

He dragged you so easily lol.

He hugged you with your faced buried on his chest.

It was the comforting kind of silence. Sanemi was scared losing you to that demon but deep inside he knows that you’re strong.

Won’t admit that your moves are amazing.

Gyomei Himejima

This man is the strongest in the demon slayer corps and the tallest

Lmaoooo you would be like a mushroom beside him💀🍄

Gyomei actually gets out of tricky situations easily because he’s that strong

You’re a fairly new pillar who earned her spot 3 months ago. You two were assigned on a mission together. A gigantic demon appeared throughout the village that was between the regions you and the stone pillar were assigned in.

Gyomei knows your capabilities so he trusts you in doing a good job, but he can’t help but worry about you.

He doesn’t care if you’re small, he thinks that height isn’t the basis for an excellent demon slayer. But he’s still worried, so he looks for you. I don’t know how he looks but he looks.

Then he sees you fighting off demons very easily. A determined look is seen across your face. Gyomei feels he’s tearing up because he’s so proud of you. Proud boyfriend here somethin.

You were just a weak mizunoto years ago and now you’re a strong pillar who can fight with him side by side.

When you finish off the demons, you look to see Gyomei smiling at you. This were the fruits of the harsh trainings you went through, it made an excellent swordswoman.

Among the pillars, you stand beside Gyomei in rankings. So you’re powerful like wow. O_O

Obanai Iguro

He’s small but have you seen him fight? He’s a demon slayer with remarkable speed and you won’t know he’s attacking you because his moves slithers secretly like a snake.

You’ve always admired Obanai even you’re now both pillars. And that admiration bloomed into something more.  

He’s a strong pillar despite his small stature and that’s what you aim for to be like.

You’re trying to show off your moves to him every time you’re in battle together, to show him what you can do. To which he’s just “meh”.

So you give up on trying to show off and just do it for the sake of the people you’re saving.

You really gave up on showing off, but you can’t help it cause your breathing forms are flashy. Obanai doesn’t show it but he loves that display of power you have when you’re fighting.

Poor man doesn’t realize he’s in love with you even though others point it out.

He’s having trouble dividing his attention on protecting the civilians or fighting the demons. Luckily you were near the area so you came to his aid.

You slay the demons with your sharp and precise movements in just a short amount of time.

He’s like 😲 but when you turn he’s back to 😐😷

He’s one of the guys who won’t admit that you’re amazing and won’t admit that he likes you. You force him to confess though.

Tengen Uzui

If Obanai doesn’t admit he likes you, this guy would shout that he likes you

Would openly flirt with you because why not? There’s nothing to be shy about.

Always takes the chance to compliment and flirt with you.

“You’re cute (y/n)” “Thanks” Tengen finds your height cute because the height difference is HUGE.

Another mushroom like moment💀🍄

He knows you’re strong so he likes to train with you. Always ends up letting you win because he just likes it when he’s pinned down by your smaller figure.

When a demon invasion came in your area,, you fight them off while Tengen is called for backup.

He slays the lesser demons easily and found you fighting a stronger demon while protecting some children behind your back.

He smirks and leans against a tree, arms folded while watching you fight off the demon. 

You did it so easily making Tengen’s eyebrows rise.

Then you see him and ask him “what are you doing?”.

“watching you.” He finds you hot and sexy when you have that focused look in the middle of a battle. He won’t say it out loud because you might smack him in the face.

Super amazed at the fact that you’re stronger than the other pillars despite your small figure.(he thinks you’re stronger than him but dismisses that because pshhhhhh).

Will throw you over his shoulder at random times. Thinking that his antics will make you fall in love with him.

And it did…

[prof-peach]

What would make a good ghost-type starter? My kid's about to turn ten and REALLY wants a Gastly. I think it's because the Ecruteak Gym Leader, Morty, and his Gengar are like, her childhood heroes. She says she even wants to be a ghost-type specialist. Honestly though, I'm kinda reluctant. I mean, you've heard the rumors about ghost-types and children, right?

Your concern as a parent is wholesome, and I can understand your reluctance to dishing out a ghost Pokemon without further investigation first, so let’s put some rumours to bed here.

The dex entries often depict ghost types and tricky, scary, wild and sometimes even dangerous, stealing children away, being living grudges, turning lost kids to Pokemon, and being overall hard to handle, often somewhat lacking in empathy even.

This is what a dex does, it’s built for kids, it’s information is out there to inspire kids to find intrigue in species that are overlooked. When your little, you make up stories, as a parent I’m sure you know, some of those stories your kids tell you seem actually terrifying, horrific, some kids love to indulge in the creepy, the unusual. It’s not to be feared, it’s to be celebrated. The dex is an exaggeration, a base for further learning, and often the gateway to kids wanting to know more. There is a fatal downside, their entries and statements about some species can be unnerving to a regular adult. We are fearful, we see this potentially spooky dangerous thing and of course we want to protect the family from that. But the info given is often a 1% (at most) chance occurrence.

Phantump? They aren’t born of lost kids in the woods. You ask any breeder worth their salt, and they’ll tell you they’ve seen those Pokemon hatch from eggs like everything else.

Drifloon, tries to steal kids apparently? Nah, they’re lighter than air, most of their movements just simply look that way, but it’s usually the wind pushing their bodies about. They’re actually very kind pokemon.

What else, oh, Banette. Born of a discarded toy with an eternal grudge? Haha nope. They aren’t all made that way, at all, many evolve to be perfectly happy healthy Pokemon with a lot of love for their trainers.

The dex focuses in on the unusual, the extraordinary, the facts that statistically will interest their target demographic most, and kids have way less fear than us. Look at yours. She’s been exposed to the same stuff you have, yet she’s not hesitant to want a ghost type, she’s not afraid, not learnt that fear yet, which is an incredibly good thing.

On the very unusual case where a ghost type is like their dex entry, it’s usually captured, aided, and rereleased in a secure location, away from those who could get hurt by it.

Ghost Pokemon do not hatch with a choice of body, a choice of type, or a set of rules to follow. Just like us, they learn and amble through their life trying to find satisfaction, friends, work, family, love and kindness, and to figure out how they fit in it all. They’re highly complex and empathetic Pokemon, often treated differently because of what they are, rather than who they are. When they find people and Pokemon who don’t treat them with hostility and unkindness, they will spend their life with them, they will give everything for them, protecting their loved ones with the ferocity other species can’t muster.

I for one think that as long as your kid knows what to expect, and is responsible and reliable in caring for a Pokemon, then perhaps it’s a good time to start looking. A ghastly is a perfectly fine starter, they have low care requirements, snacking occasionally, but feeding mostly from places of reflection or worship.

You know why ghost types always hang around graves? It’s how they feed. When people reflect, they produce a certain kind of energy, it is not something you can measure easily, or see, but a ghost Pokemon can sense it. They have learnt to live off the energy people expend reflecting, and the most common accessible place to get this for a ghost type, is graves. They also frequent places of worship, monuments beloved by locals, and buildings that once housed a lot of love. You can tell when an abandoned house had something truly terrible happen in it, not even the ghosts will feed there. The energy is bitter to them, and many don’t care for it.

To help your kid, set up a place within the house where you, your family, your other Pokemon, can go to reflect. Some people build this space around the telephone, or computer. When thinking of, or talking to distant loved ones, the same energy is produced, so at home the ghost type can snack and not run low on energy. It’s a nice modern day adaption that’s makes caring for ghost much easier thankfully. Spending 10-20 minutes every other day in the reflection zone will feed the ghost, but will not drain you or your kid. They do not eat up a lot from us, nothing we haven’t already expended.

Along with this, be aware that the ghost line can be somewhat nocturnal, so setting up a regular bedtime might be a little tricky, so that the Pokemon is accounted for, but also so the kids not out all night, that’s not safe at all. Sunset seems to be their peak active hour on average, long shadows mean they can jump around fast between dark patches, a trick ghost show off regularly.

If you are worried, try to make time to go out with your kid and their partner, to a park or maybe a more central street that’s well lit, so they can practice and be trainers in a safe environment. I can totally get not wanting them out in the dark alone, safety always comes first.

What else. She’ll probably have to start carrying an umbrella around. Ghastly aren’t too keen on suuuuper bright light, midday is not easy for them, but some do not want to sit in the pokeball while their trainer is up and awake, they want to play and be around them. An umbrella means they can get some shade no matter the time of day, and have some freedom to move about even in harsh sunlight. Too long in the sun will drain them of energy, and they’ll need to rest and sleep it off, recharge at the reflection station at home, or go spend an hour in a churchyard or something.

They eat most things and sleep anywhere, so there’s not a huge amount of specialist items to be bought for the home. Test different flavours on them, and try to find a ghastly that has a temperament that’ll get along with your whole family. You should definitely check out local adoption centres, they are in undated with ghost types this time of year. People hand them in for all sorts of reasons.

Little tip, if you bring Morty spicy baked goods, like chilli cheese bread or something, he’s more inclined to help you. He hangs out near the burnt tower a lot with his team, and takes trips to the local food festivals too, so if you notice an advert for one, see if you can catch the guy there. He’s reluctant to take on students, but if your kid turns up with a ghastly, and (from what I can assume) and overabundance of energy for Pokemon, plus a spicy treat, the guy melts a little and you can ask questions or request a little time for your kid to get some tips and tricks from a professional gym leader. I think it’d be interesting to investigate at the least, sounds like he’s the closest link between her and the Pokemon she so desperately loves. Plus how cool would that be for her? Gets to talk to her childhood hero. Kind of cool.

As a parent, I advise you get some cleanse tags too. There may be rooms you don’t want them entering, or items you don’t want them messing with (knives/power tools ect) , placing a cleanse tag on each wall, or on the items, will stop them interacting with them, so you can sit knowing things are safe for the Pokemon and your family.

In short, don’t knock the ghost types, they’re just as important, kind and loving as any other Pokemon. I’m not saying naughty troublesome ones don’t exist, but chances are you’ll find one that’s a great match for your family. Thank you for asking questions and not jumping to just get a Pokemon ASAP, you’d be surprised how few people do their homework before inviting in a new Pokemon to the home.

[bonesbuckleup]

So I’m new to reading comics. I’m not someone who grew up with access to them, and no one in my immediate or extended family really were into them, and, to the best of my knowledge, most of my friends were in a similar boat. Basically, I’m an adult, and I’m new to comics, and I’m really enjoying exploring them.

I’m bringing this up because I found my way into DC comics via tumblr, which is arguably still the most centralized hub of fandom life, which means I entered through the recent issues. Because I’m me, I also immediately started making shitposts. Inevitably these shitposts have broken out of my dumb curated little enclosure to interact with bits of the fandom I’m generally unfamiliar with. Namely, gatekeepers.

Throwing this under a cut so it’s easily bypassable 👍

It has happened with literally all of my Batman posts that break ~500 notes. People show up in the tags to rant about how sick they are of people on tumblr getting characters wrong, or not understanding canon, or getting mad because of something getting ignored that happened in canon 20+ years ago. They start off by attacking immediately, and getting angry, and ranting about how new fans are so awful/annoying/stupid/etc.

I’ve been in fandom spaces for Far Too Long, so I’m used to dealing with input like this. But if 14/15/16 year old me was met with the kind of vitriol that shows up in my notifications sometimes? She would’ve disengaged with the material entirely and never interacted with the fandom again. She would’ve actively told people to stay out of those spaces because of how mean and unwelcoming many of the people were to her.

Listen: I do get it. It’s frustrating when someone misunderstands a thing you love. I really truly do understand. At the same time, though, we’re talking about characters who have been appearing for 20, 30, 50, 80 years. Characters who have had hard resets and retcons done 3+ times. Characters who have been written by tens or hundreds of different writers and drawn by just as wide a range of artists. It is next to impossible to pick one version of any of them that is The Definitive Version.

And to use myself as an example? Like I said, I’ve been reading these comics since March-ish. I work full time. I hang out with friends. I am querying an original book. I’m reading other books. I need to cook and clean and grocery shop and take walks and get writing done. Most weeks, I spend 1-2 hours reading comics, if that. I had to start somewhere, so I went with some Tim-centric runs (Lonely Place of Dying, the Contagion arc, Battle for the Cowl, Red Robin and related issues, and am now right around where Steph has the baby in his Robin run) and am now wading into Nightwing (1996). So the versions of the characters in my head are related to these moments in time, the early/mid nineties and 2009/2010ish eras. Those versions of the characters may also directly contradict your version, and that’s okay!

What’s not okay is how people immediately see a post and assume the worst instead of taking the opportunity to introduce a new fan to your version of these comics. Taking 2 seconds to be kind is the same amount of time it takes to rip someone’s head off. Like, instead of “jfc, I can’t believe this is framed as a joke when it’s canon, I’m so sick of this, try opening a comic,” try, “Hey guys! This is actually in canon! If you like this concept, check out these runs/issues for how it plays out.”

You all have a really great opportunity to expand your fandom in a dynamic and interesting way. It just makes me sad and a little frustrated to see people moaning about how comics aren’t appreciated enough, and then actively chasing away people who are new to them. No one is going to be able to absorb nearly a century’s worth of content overnight, and expecting them to stay out of fandom spaces until they have a sufficient knowledge base (whatever that means to you) literally defeats the point of fandom.

EDIT: also, just a quick note, for every interaction I’ve had with a gatekeeper in some way, I’ve had 3 interactions with wonderful and helpful people who have directed me to runs/issues that I may enjoy. This is definitely not an “all fans” complaint. There are just some very loud voices that sure are yelling a lot.

Anyway.

Those are my Monday thoughts.

Do with them what you will.

[reginarubie]

The younger, more beautiful Queen - Cersei and Sansa (and Daenerys and Margaery; and Brienne of Tarth)

When Cersei recalls Maggy the Frog's prophecy about her being casted down by a younger, more beautiful queen we were all ready, thinking that younger, more beautiful Queen was supposed to be Sansa; then Margaery entered the picture and how could anyone actually ignore the dragon queen in the east and the threat she posed to Cersei and everything she stood for?

At which point many theorized each and every of three girls, younger and all described as beautiful may be the younger, more beautiful queen and would fulfill a part of Cersei's prophecy, each taking something she cared for from her. Which has many merits, especially thinking about how much Martin dislikes prophecies and likes playing around with them nudging towards the realization that we as people are the one who make our own destiny with Cersei being the real catalyst of everything Maggy the Frog prophetized for her.

Under the cut, my own personal vision of this prophecy and why I think that, no matter who will actually cause Cersei's downfall directly, Sansa (assuming she ending as QitN is also book!endgame, which we have good reason to believe it shall be so) is actually the younger, more beautiful queen.

People way more talented than me have already talked about this matter, but I wanted to give my input about it as well because I like to talk and this has been sitting in my files way too long and now I've decided to share with you all to see what you think about it.

Beneath her golden curls, the girl's face wrinkled up in puzzlement. For years after, she took those words to mean that she would not marry Rhaegar until after his father Aerys had died. "I will be queen, though?" asked the younger her.

"Aye." Malice gleamed in Maggy's yellow eyes. "Queen you shall be ... until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear."

Anger flashed across the child's face. "If she tries I will have my brother kill her."

Maggy 's prophecy has haunted Cersei all these years since first the words had been uttered and it's no wonder. Now, we know Cersei married the king - Robert Baratheon, first of his name - after he had won the Realm through conquest and we also know that the other part of Maggy's prophecy, about Cersei having three children and the King many more than her. So it stands to reason that this part may also come to be true in some way or the other.

Though show!canon has derailed and distanced itself from book!canon, it must hold some kind of importance that Cersei asks Jaime to find Sansa and kill her especially if we connect it with what child Cersei told Maggy the Frog "if she tries I will have my brother kill her"; while she easily, in the show, decides she will be the one to cause Margaery demise as well as Daenerys's.

But let's break the prophecy and try to determinate what exactly it may mean to Cersei now.

Maggy tells her that she will be the Queen for a time, which we know to be the truth, and that she will have three children while the king (Robert) will have over seventeen. She also tells Cersei that one day another may come, that she will be younger and more beautiful.

Note, the first person we know Cersei describes as beautiful, by her words, is Sansa both in show and the book.

In the very first episode of the series, when Martin was still very much part of the writing process of the episodes, Cersei comments on Sansa's beauty and on how it would be wasted in the North (foreshadowing in my opinion Sansa growing past her enamourment with beauty and return North to stay, but I digress).

While in Sansa VI, AGOT, she states "such a beautiful child. I do hope you know how much Joffrey and I love you"

Also, note that this is said about Margaery Tyrell in AFFC in Cersei III: “When all the vows were spoken, the king and his new queen stepped outside the sept to accept congratulations. "Westeros has two queens now, and the young one is as beautiful as the old one," boomed Lyle Crakehall, an oaf of a knight who oft reminded Cersei of her late and unlamented husband.”

(Guess maybe it can’t be Margaery after all tho I do remember someone saying someone else, someone younger — Catelyn about Sansa — would grow even more beautiful than she was and though she did not mean to confront Sansa with Cersei, but with herself, the phrasing did stuck me as strange)

So this girl coming to cast Cersei down will be younger (and all candidates for the place are younger than Cersei) and more beautiful (now this could be as simple as a math count of how many times each candidate is described as beautiful and confront that number with Cersei's).

The counts now stands as following:

Sansa: 18 times (without sharing those times with anyone, all on her own; 2 times she is defined as more beautiful than someone older)

Drawing by @innocent-enyo; sorry I took your pics, I fell in love with them! If it bothers you I will take them down!

Cersei: 17 times (thyo sometimes shared with Margaery so the counts, if we count the shared times with Margaery goes up to 20)

Drawing always by innocent-enyo.

[honorable mention] Brienne of Tarth: 8 times (wouldn’t it be just perfect if Brienne did manage of convince Jaime to fuck loyalty and follow her instead of Cersei? Oh wait… that’s already show canon) after all if every girl can be the another younger, more beautiful who will take (something) everything from Cersei why not Brienne the Beauty?, especially since it’s said sarcastically yet she is far more fair and beautiful in character than Cersei is. I would appreciate the irony and the twist, all I am saying 🤷🏼‍♀️

Drawing by Lucas Werneck.

Margaery: 7 times(of which 3 shared with Cersei)

Margaery Tyrell by innocent-enyo as well.

Daenerys: only 5 times (?! I am surprised as well, tho to be fair she is described as the most beautiful woman in the world once and she was asked if she had grown more beautiful in a lapse of time, but never confronted to another older)

Daenerys Targaryen by innocent-enyo again!

So we have a neck-to-neck between Sansa and Cersei.

And tho I do think each girl will fulfill part of the prophecy (to save Margaery from her marriage to Joffrey he is killed, which catalyses the series of events which brings to Tywin’s death and Myrcella’s; Brienne did convince in the show Jaime to leave Cersei behind for a time; Sansa took her legacy in a way becoming the second ruling queen of a kingdom of Westeros; Margaery in a way took away Tommen as well in the show since learning of her death he committed suicide; Daenerys took the throne and the promise of the child in the show) I think Sansa will be in the end the younger more beautiful queen because the stress on the prophecy is put on the fact that this Queen will take everything Cersei’s holds dear…

…what did Cersei want? [note; now we enter in the show only realm and book hypothesis of the story since we have yet to see the last two books]

To save and protect those she loved; she failed by her ultimate fault;

have the younger, more beautiful queen and enemy killed by her brother (lover)

To sit on the throne as queen regnant because she feels she deserves it.

To be with the man she loves publicly.

What did Sansa achieve by the end of the show:

She marched her troops South and managed to get Jon free and her plotting assured that her siblings were safe (they protected her as well)

Her “brother” (lover?, Martin I have faith in you) killed her rival (Daenerys) to protect her and their family.

She gains the North independence and is named Queen in the North and is the queen with the strongest power love and loyalty (“Ned Stark’s daughter will speak for them, she’s the best they could ask for” and “we didn’t choose you to rule us m’lady but perhaps we should have”)

I truly believe in the books she will end up (or it will be hinted at) with a man she loves or will grow to love.

So, imo, while each and every girl may take something from Cersei and perhaps none of them (fAegon I’m looking at you, sweetie) or only one of them will manage to directly cause her death and defeat in the end Sansa will be the younger, more beautiful Queen because all that Cersei held dear and wanted she managed to achieve and she will be remembered the way Cersei wanted to be remembered, which is ultimately imo the true meaning of Maggy the Frog’s prophecy.