#i need to really do these weekly and not after a month when i forgot hlf of these

[limetimo]

RAB fics i read 13-1 april

All of You, All of Me (intertwined) by ajom28 celebrity fake dating jegulus muggle au, so far everyone's miserable

the golden king by maladaptivewriting !!!! regulus wakes up 1991, being 11, and pretending to be Sirius' secret lovechild he enrolls school withthe golden trio to protect harry (because he loved james). im loving it

Stars Of A Kind by orphan_account just regulus ruining his parents' dreams and aspirations

Silver Souls (He's the one for me) by Hhenesc im so--- why is everybody so stupid. why. is. everybody. so . stupid. talk to each other ffs. thank god for the lesbians

In a little welsh café in London by Thou_Maternal_Parent single parent remus, developing wolfstar

Certain Definitions of Normal by einsteinapproved for desertredwolf sirius is ftm trans, his friends and brother are helping

It was just a prank by DragonWitchPrincess this is more about sirisu being stupid than anything else

Learn How to Sprint Through a Stumble by sspideyman teen father regulus this is not a drill teen father regulus (he had a one night stand after sirius run away)

Heartbeats by Siriuslymoonyprongs yeah so trans regulus breaks up with james after he gets the dark mark, finds out he's pregnant, and eventually fakes both the child and his own death to protect them. after the war it's safe for them to re-emerge.

Mad Adventure by MightyMight shit gets fucked, hermione is yeeted to 1970s as barty crouch's older sister, and sets on destroying voldy before 1981.

Little One by Siriuslymoonyprongs sirius runs away from home, regulus is accepted by his parents as trans, and oooops he's pregnant with james

the stars of the night sky could never be enough by galaxy_of_pi angst no comfort of regulus dying (except it went from 1/1 to 1/15?? inchresting development)

Run Away With Me by Of_stars_and_moon for WolfstarPups90 reg gets basically adopted by the potters

The Dog and Deer Detective Agency by Artemisia_Black_95 detectives prongs and detective padfoot!

Kill Your Darlings by MesserMoon uni muggle au with hockey, they're t r y i n g okay

glimpses of heaven by lunahunt !!!! <3<3<3

Would You Come Be My Downfall? by WalkOnThroughARedParade regulus and remus pretend todate to get back at sirius. it doesnt stay fake for very long.

Ask away by purplefrogz texting jegulus!

but I cant find the brakes by thirdgleam (leafmeal0ne) james dumbs imself down for his friends to feel better, then studies secretly in the library at night, regulus also frequents the library at am hours.

There's just no gettin' through by neanora sirius finds regulus diary, big sad

Smoke Slow: A Spy!Regulus AU a series <3<3<3<3<3

i see how this ends (poorly) by Quillium !!!!!!!!! <3 my beloved

What We Do Today by Moe64 marauders era reading hp books (as written by trelawney)

Shimmering Beautiful (and when I break it’s in a million pieces) by srslvr13 for padfootsflowers sirius gets self destructive, regulus does damage control

at blue diner (i'll take anything you want to give me) by greenrosey spy regulus meets his ex once a month for info exchange, sad jegulus but like also hopeful somewhat

i'll be home for the summer by greenrosey the night canon-him would run away from home, sirius shoves regulus out of the door and stays at grimmauld. the marauders + reg plot how to get him out

blue and yellow skies by alarainai quidditch rivals to lovers fake dating jegulus

antithesis by rweoutofthewoods very lovely music au! jegulus

Bound By Honour by moonyfest lowercase screaming

5 pm by imagineacoolusername remus regulus friendship :)

no amount of therapy can help by The_wig_is_a_metaphor asudfhaosidufhaoif youtuber harry and tom riddle shenanignas

he'll be selfish, just this once (and many times in future) by vintagenovella iceskating regulus

His Word Is His Bond by FanonStar fem regulus asks james to marry her to avoid worse suitors

toys to be toyed with by aimlesscalamity bored and done with his friends regulus agrees to seduce james and or lily to break up the hogwarts star couple. they both faall for him but oops, he falls for them too

Three wrongs... by mothluvr lily WILL NOT be wooed by Potter like ugh that would be losing (even if he is kinda hot and got his shit together lately..-¨) so what's a girl gonna girl, a girl is gonna fuck the Slytherin seeker of course! accidentally leading to james' bi awakening. im having fun

Everything is Better with Chocolate by DEaTh220467 willy wonka regulus

Burden of Duty by Grey_Kenaz regulus is ace but also wants to hold up his duty and produce a heir with his wife. sirius works at a reproduction clinic. this is like, very heartwarming, for me as ace, it has my stamp of approval. I adore Else, she's so sweet!

I'm Staying Here And I'm Not Lyin' by ItsYlva reg comes out as nonbinary aroace to sirius

Your Love In Any Form by Anonymous aroace reg

We got chemistry, baby? by Sulfus jegulus

anosmia of the heart by bari_astra, bari_astralis jegulus is happy but snape makes them have a misunderstanding

Take you like a drug - I taste you on my tongue by Moonsss regulus likes fucking james behind sirius' back (no infidelity)

I promised myself I'd learn to be the one who leaves by AlistairIsLost regulus and friends run off to be a muggle band. they rock.

A Lost Soul (Found Once More) by INeedMoreSleepLmao regulus would very much like a nap thank you

Amicus Alter Ipse (Complexity) by aureusprongs for alarainai i have no recollection of reading this but im assuming it was good

[louroth]

Hello everyone :> 

It's been a month! it's incredible how much my life has changed- while I'm still adjusting I'm just...still walking on clouds. it feels unreal. the patreon took off and I can almost make a living wage on it which is frankly fucking insane, and the discord is so vibrant it scared me for a moment (not anymore- shooting the shit with the people there is the favorite part of my day, even if I sometimes just leave a trail of emotes lskjdhajksdhkjasd.) I couldn't have asked for a better community. YES I am crying about it. Thank you, so, so much. I am cradling your face in my hands. crying.

But as always, enough of my bleeding heart. Let's get to it!

The first two weeks after posting the update, I took a sort of quasi vacation and only wrote a handful of story-words each day, and spent some time fooling around in the discord + brushed off my smut archive to refine for Patreon. There are already 4 stories up, and a new one coming tomorrow- though I haven't decided yet whether it will be possessive/jealous L sfw short or one very nasty short where you come across a particularly insistent species of vines while trekking the forest. hehe. we'll see. >:3

But, even though I had to rest not to combust after work, I am very pleased to say that the next chapter is coming along great, with the skeleton finished for its entirety, and about 45% and some change already written (it's very hard to gauge because I jump around a lot when I write.) This is the final chapter before the forest, filled with action and the heart wrenching drama of offering tenderness to a certain someone, and deciding for your hunter when enough is truly enough. I have teared up writing certain scenes and I genuinely cannot wait for you to experience this next part yourselves. 

It is so funny reading things I wrote for this chapter six months ago, or longer, because I knew exactly what emotions I wanted to bake in and couldn't really nail it, but now it is coming together beautifully! Sure, it will still be wonky first draft writing, but the core is there and that is all that matters for now. I'm saying soon™ for the update for now, because I am allowing myself to adapt to writing full time- I didn't quit my job to become my own nightmare boss, and I truly want to enjoy this process. I think, in the long run, it will result in a better story. Patience is my mantra. All in due time- I cannot force quality creative work. But by everything wretched and sinful, I cannot wait to share this next part with you!!! I'm frothing at the mouth!!!

In other news, y'all. I need to get organized. I get heartburn thinking about all the different variations of files and notes and notebooks and scraps of paper and variables and branches of plot and just generally, the things to keep track of is getting to the point of a dragon hoard of scary 'oh no I forgot about that part'. I'm gritting my teeth through it until this chapter is out, but after it, I am going to spend some time to

 1) get my shit together in gorgeous, beautiful spreadsheets

2) get serious about finding beta- and proofreaders. (me @ u: 🥺)

But that's it, my friends! I scrapped an entire progress report because I started sounded corporate and listing points which was just... sad. I really hope I evolve into writing these in a more fun way, which would make them more fun for you to read too! But for now, I think this will do. I hope you have a beautiful day/night, and if you would like to see more in depth dev-logs of my writing life, or random sneak peeks, I post those weekly on patreon!

Or join our discord, which. It's just the nicest place, I can't even come up with words that do it justice. It's my favorite daily newspaper.

Until next time! x

[writtenonreceipts]

Rowaelin Month Day Five: A Bad Date @rowaelinscourt

Link to my Rowaelin Month Masterlist

~3K words—welcome to cliché hell.  Enjoy your stay.

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The Words We Share--Part One

Sam Cortland was the absolute definition of asshole and Aelin Galathynius could make her point in three simple facts.  He didn’t tip well.  He spoke for her.  And he consistently forgot when they had dinner plans.

Which was how Aelin found herself sitting at a table alone at one of the nicest restaurants in the city trying not to look at the final roll sitting in the bread basket.  She’d already scarfed down the other three, she really shouldn’t eat the third.  Especially not now as she could catch the looks her waitress and others were passing her way.  She’d at least only gone through one glass of wine and was nursing a water.

Aelin would have owned up to the idea of eating alone, she was a confident woman--she didn’t need anyone’s validation.  By now, it was too late.  Nearly an hour had passed since she’d been seated and she’d told her waitress she was waiting for someone else.  That combined with the fact that she look sexy as hell with a tight green dress, her hair perfectly curled and her make up sharper and neater than any awards show actress.

She’d have to live up to the fact that she’d been stood up.

Hell.

She wished she could say this was the first time Sam had done this.  Wished she could say that he would make it up to her later.  Wished she could say that it didn’t really bother her.

Aelin glanced at her phone.  One missed text but that was from Elide.

>>Elide: anything?

<<Aelin: no. I texted him twice.  It’s been forty-five mins.  I’ve well and good passed the pathetic mark.

>>Elide: ur not pathetic.  Imma report his insta for porn hold on

Aelin rolled her eyes at the message.  Elide had been her friend since college when they were first paired together on a project.  It had turned into a mess of over caffeination and potential misuse of school property but they’d been inseparable ever since.  It was Elide who had helped Aelin get the job she had now with Terrasen Publishing as a content creator.  She had a full social media platform where she could share books, reviews and all the likes.  She even hosted the company's podcast on a bi-weekly basis. 

As far as Aelin was concerned, she was successful.  She was capable.  She was well on her way to reaching so many of her goals.

Sam, it seemed, couldn’t care less about her.

This was supposed to be a dinner to celebrate her promotion.  Dorian, the actual CEO of the company had allowed her to open her own department as Lead Content Creator.  She’d be her own manager, get a pay-raise, have more liberties with what she could do, get an office credit card, hell she’d be able to hire her own assistant.  She’d told Sam she wanted to celebrate by coming here to her favorite restaurant no matter how expensive it was.  She’d worked so hard to get here after all.

And how here she was—alone.

She knew Sam was busy, he was a lawyer after all, but after nearly eight months of dropping everything for him, she’d thought he would give her just one night.  One night for her.

Aelin felt tears begin to prick that back of her eyes and had never been more grateful for the dim lighting of this restaurant. Hopefully no one would see the silver lining her eyes, the growing flush of embarrassment to her skin.  

It was made all the worse when Aelin noticed a familiar person walking towards her.  Someone she wanted to see even less than she wanted to admit that Sam was standing her up.

Hell.

Kaltain Rompier had been hired after Aelin by a few months and ever since decided she was the one who should be in charge of everything in the office.  To the point of undermining and condescending everything Aelin did.  In the end, Aelin was the one with the promotion and the office but Kaltain still made her life a living hell any chance she got.

“Aelin,” Kaltain crooned as she came to the table.  And it wasn’t even to give a brief pass by, no, Kaltain had a look of feral delight gleaming in her black eyes and Aelin could feel the attack coming. “What a surprise to see you here.”

Behind Kaltain was her date, a man Aelin had never seen before and average enough looking.  He didn’t seem to be even paying attention to the drama Kaltain was eager to whip out.

“Kaltain.” Aelin offered one of her own beaming smiles in return.  Despite the tension radiating through her body, she was determined to be civil.  She would not stoop to the other woman’s level. She would not stoop.

Kaltain didn’t bother waiting for the kill.  “All alone tonight?”

Her full red lips pouted sympathetically, but Aelin had spent enough time around the woman to know how much delight she was taking in Aelin’s potential misery and embarrassment.

She could lie—her date was in the bathroom.  She could own up to eating alone. On a Friday night.  At the hottest restaurant in Terrasen.  She could use Aedion as a scapegoat and have him come by the office on Monday and make a big show of—

“Sorry I’m late,” a deep, accented voice cut through Aelin’s wall panic as a giant, stupidly attractive man slid between Kaltain and Aelin’s table. “Traffic was impossible tonight.”

Aelin stared up slack jawed at her savior.

Rowan Whitethorn in all his glory stood before her.  His silver hair was coiffed back out of his face, chin riddled with stubble, and a black suit that fit his broad frame perfectly.  His green eyes gave her a significant look, one brow raised meaningfully.

Aelin pulled herself together and let out a relaxed, charmed laugh.  At least she hoped that’s what it sounded liked because this was Rowan Whitethorn.  The company’s biggest author.  One of the most sought-after writers at conventions who had multiple Hollywood deals piling at his feet.

He was also the biggest ass Aelin had ever worked with.

“Let’s hope you're not this late for your next deadline,” she said, voice light and easy.  Or as close to it as possible.  But Aelin could see a muscle tick in Rowan’s jaw and watched as a smirk drew across his face.  Savior of the night or not, she wanted to punch him.

“Of course not, sweetheart,” Rowan drawled, his thick Scottish accent low and hard. “We know how punctual you are.”

“It’s a good quality to have,” she said.  She narrowed her eyes to which Rowan grinned.  He was insufferable. An ass.  Arrogant.  And—

Rowan flicked a lazy look at Kaltain. “Was there something you needed Kaltain?”

The dismissal was clear and left no room for argument.  It was such a fascinating sight to see Kaltain at a loss for words that Aelin forgot her disdain for Rowan.  Kaltain had always been a busy body around the office, always gossiping and looking for a way to undermine everyone else as long as she came out on top.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Aelin,” Kaltain said, her cold eyes cutting into Aelin.  And with that, she turned away with her date.

It was far too satisfying watching them go.  Even Aelin had to admit that.  Though, she’d be damned if she admitted so to Rowan.

She finally, reluctantly, turned her attention to him.  

He leaned in his chair looking utterly at ease with himself and the situation.  With his features as stoney and impossible to read as ever it would appear the last five minutes hadn’t even occurred.  But Aelin could see the subtle gleam in his eyes.  Sharp and calculating like a hawk.

She’d had five years to get to know him, he was Terrasen’s biggest client and she’d been the one to personally promote his first book on her review blog, not to mention act as a beta reader for early drafts of his work.

He was talented.  Remarkable even.  She’d never seen anyone wield a metaphor or create an image as he could.  It was a shame they hated each other.

It had started innocently enough.  In her critiques early on, Aelin hadn’t held back.  She’d given the early drafts of his manuscript’s hell.  She wouldn’t apologize for it.  Wouldn’t he want his book to be the best it could?  To have enough feedback to work with and accept or decline?  Hell, he didn’t even have to take most of her opinions if he didn’t want to, but she was on the team of readers.

Well, he hadn’t taken well to most of her words and Aelin found a giant box of red pens waiting on her desk one morning from him.

Seems like you ran out last week.

Asshole.

She didn’t hold back though.  Not at all.

Between overly marked up pages, passive aggressive notes, and blissful ignorance—they’d never known harmony in all their time of working together.  The closest they’d gotten was in the last seven months while Rowan was finishing up a new manuscript and had avoided the office all together.  

Aelin could hardly admit it to herself, but it had been a strange few months. She’d found herself looking up to catch a glimpse of him in the hallway in all that time.  She hated herself just a little for it.

“What do you want, Whitethorn?” she asked, she did her best not to glare, knowing their table was in direct line of sight of where Kaltain was now sitting.

Rowan raised a brow as he leaned forward and took Aelin’s wine glass.  He took a long sip, never breaking eye contact.

“That’s the thanks I get?” he asked, accent a low rumble that Aelin could feel straight in her belly. “By my accounts, I saved you from a rather embarrassing conversation.”

Aelin raised her chin. “Kaltain is harmless.”

Rowan only grinned. “Oh, aye?”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” Aelin insisted.

“She’s never been an easy person and I doubt my time away has changed anything,” Rowan said.  He spoke with such sincerity that Aelin could only stare at him.

In her silence, the waitress came back by their table with a new glass of wine for Rowan.  The bastard then went ahead and ordered for her.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“We’re on a date, are we not?” he asked.

“Not.” She stared at him; his eyes sharp even in the low lights of the restaurant.  His tattoos peaked out beneath the collar of his shirt.  She’d never seen them in their full glory and now really wished she could see just a little bit more.

“Shame,” Rowan sighed.  He glanced idly into the bread basket and took the one remaining roll for himself. “I really was going to pay.”

Aelin sighed and leaned back in her chair.  As she looked at him, she tried to understand what he was trying to accomplish with this.  He’d chased off Kaltain and saved her from feeling like a fool…but why?

They’d always played a game like this--one of touch and go, of give and take, of hate and hate some more.  

She decided to try and approach this from another direction.

“What are you even doing here?” she asked, fingering the stem of her own wine glass.

That grin of his returned, a flash, but impossible to miss.  Aelin tried to reel herself in.  She couldn’t let him rile her up like this.

“Was out with some friends.” He nodded to the bar behind her.

Aelin turned in her seat, catching sight of two other men, one with curly blond hair and the other with a cut of shaggy black hair.  The blond gave her an enthusiastic wave when he saw her looking.  Aelin scowled.

“We were celebrating my finishing another book and getting Havilliards seal of approval,” Rowan explained, drawing Aelin’s attention back. “And I saw you sitting by yourself when Kaltain showed up.  I know the two of you don’t really get along.”

And how long did you wait before stepping in? She wanted to ask.  But she knew she wouldn’t want the answer.  He’d probably been there since the beginning watching as she slowly spun into madness.

She glanced at her phone but didn’t touch it.  It hadn’t lit up or vibrated or given any indication that anyone was worried about her.  She tried to not let it sting. A full hour at this point.  Maybe she should break it off with Sam.  Officially this time.

“I figured you’d rip my head off if I came over sooner,” Rowan continued, his voice softening just a touch. “Figured it was none of my business.”

Aelin didn’t need his pity, didn’t want it either.  “Yeah, well it’s not.”

He didn’t get the chance to respond as the waitress returned with their food.  A steak for Rowan, salmon for Aelin.  Exactly what she would have wanted for herself, even with the side of risotto.

Her stomach growled just loud enough that Rowan definitely heard.  She grabbed her fork and started eating.  Angrily.

They ate in silence for a few minutes before Aelin pointed her fork at him.

“New book have a title?” she asked.

“Why would you care?”

“So I can figure out all the puns to call it on my podcast,” she said.

Rowan smirked. “I’m on your podcast now?”

“You? No.  Your book?  Sure.”  She took another bite of salmon and sighed. “It’s more fun that way.”

“Right,” he said. “‘Course.”

She watched him as he cut his steak, medium rare, and dredged it in a bit of peppercorn sauce.  He wasn’t at all uncomfortable with the act they found themselves in.  Not at all concerned over the fact that his friends were leaving (Aelin couldn’t help but check).  He was focused on her.

She didn’t know how she felt about that.

“So, the book?”

He paused before shrugging just barely. “Nothing special.  Ancient weaponry and the likes.  You’ll hate it.”

Aelin rolled her eyes.  Rowan had written several historical nonfiction novels surrounded with ancient lore, weaponry, and conspiracies.  It all seemed interesting when you thought about it--but Aelin loved the fantasy.  She loved the whimsy.  The strange.  And while Rowan's books were well written and captivating, they never quite captured her.

“Are you finally going to write a book about kilts?  You said you would.”  She couldn’t help but smile at that.  His first book had been a look into early Scottish history, connecting the Old Language and how it shaped fairy tales and other shared stories.  She told him it needed more kilts; he’d told her it wasn’t that kind of book.

Ever since, the same question had been asked.

“Not this time,” Rowan said, returning the smile.

“Shame,” Aelin said, “I would have given you an excellent review.”

The rest of dinner progressed in somewhat amicable silence.  They only exchanged a few words about what the next few weeks would look like for Rowan’s new manuscript.  And Aelin of course ordered a slice of chocolate cheesecake to go.

When the waitress returned with the bill, Rowan swept up the little black book and deposited his credit card all before Aelin could ask for a split bill.

She raised a brow in silent questioning.

“I told ye I’d pay,” he said, accent slipping just a bit deeper than he usually allowed it.  Something flashed in his eyes that kept Aelin from arguing further.  

So she allowed him to pay for the meal, which couldn’t have been cheap, and help her stand and put on her jacket.

It wasn’t until they were outside in the warm summer night that Aelin stepped away from him, eyes narrowed.  She fully expected him to turn back to the grumpy old writer she’d always seen him as, but as she took him in she noted that smoldering look remained in his eyes.  

The sun was close to setting, casting them both in the soft golden light of dusk.  Despite how it was nearing nine, it was still warm.  Though, Aelin felt more than just the lingering effects of the summer heat rolling through her.  

She had no idea what to make of the last hour with Rowan.  No idea what to make of the look that he still held her with.

“You’re going to give me hell tomorrow, aren’t you?” he asked.

Aelin grinned, she couldn’t help it. “Oh, I guarantee it.”

She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t missed this subtle game of theirs.  The verbal sparring had been the only thing getting her through the work day on most occasions.  He was aggravating, certainly, but the only one who hadn’t dismissed her, who would take her shit and return it just the same. 

Rowan flagged down a cab for her and opened the door for her, resting a hand on the small of her back.  The action was so unlike anything she’d experienced before.  All the other men she’d dated, or known casually, would have simply left her on the side of the road to flag her own cab or just toss her in the cab and be done with it.

Aelin remembered her dad treating her mom well and how he would always open her doors, make sure she was taken care of, buy flowers and chocolates…but then Rhoe had died.  It had been ten years since the accident, but Aelin would never forget the kind of man he’d been.

“Thank-you,” she said.  She even managed to muster up a sincere smile, even knowing that as soon as the cab pulled away, she’d be lamenting over the embarrassment at being stood up and found out by Rowan Whitethorn.

His expression was unreadable even as he made sure she was tucked into the back of the cab.  Then he leaned in, close enough that she could see the cool green of his eyes.

“Whoever stood you up is an idiot, Galathynius.”  He pulled back before she could respond and shut the door firmly before patting the top of the cab.

The cabbie shot off into the street before Aelin could even register Rowan’s words.

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[ele-sme]

“Hi Jake, Spider might or might not fallen of a tree”

 goJake was bored and annoyed, more than three had passed since the battle, and a lot happened during it. First of all, recom Quartich and his whole squad turned to Eywa’s side, which is good right? WRONG, well yes good, no one but the sky people died in that battle, and much information was given. But that motherfucker turned only because of Spider, and his minions followed because of ‘semper fidelis’. Now those things were in the Omatikaya forest learning the ways like he had done years before. Cringe. 

Plus, that bastard of a copy wanted Spider right next to him during the whole process, he wanted Jake’s son during the whole process!

Now, maybe saying son is a little hasty, in the end, him and Neytiri never officially adopt him, or never toke care of him. But still they accept him now

you should have accepted him immediately, he was just a child, why why why wh-

a call. 

“Yes?” Jake responded at the mobile that was used for him and the others who were in the forest for communication. 

usually before the battle, he would contact Max and Norm weekly, then once he called them for Kiri and another for Spider. 

now, he and the rest of the family would daily call Spider to check on him, which annoyed the blonde since he would spend all the weekends with them. 

still, every time Jake heard his voice, his heart would go in tilt, he could feel the joy, relife, love, longing and other emotions.

this time, it wasn't his son’s voice, but his other father. 

“Hello Jake, i didn't really want to call you, but your so called friends insisted that i do” Quaritch began “i think you can't really call someone like them friends you know? i wouldn’t like if someone called me telling what im telling you right no-” 

“Can you please just tell me what happened without telling me the story of your life?”

“Alright, Spider might have fallen of a tree...of twenty meters from the ground...and he might have craked his mask and broken some bones...and it might have got us almost thirty minutes to come back to the base...remove the might” Quaritch said

Jake’s heart skipped a bit, the pod became silent, he forgot about everyone in it, it took a few seconds before the house fallen into chaos. 

Neytiri practically jumped to him, taking the device off Jake’s hands, and starting telling off at Quaritch for saying something like that with such nostalange.

“at least is he alright?” she asked and after a few seconds he responded with a yes, which made Tuk calm down since she have started to cry. 

“alright we are coming right now” Jake announced and ended the call.

“yeah, let's go!” Lo’ak said trying to get out but Neytiri stopped him

“we are going means me and your mother, you stay here, not discussing that. Neteyam you are in charge” Jake said without letting Neytiri speak, like it was necessary.

he speaked for her, she speaked for him, he acted for her, she acted for him.

the flight which was usually of nine hours became one of five. The two Ikrans were exhausted. 

Neytiri praticlttly jumped off hers, running towards the infirmary, secretly hoping it was in the same place she remembered it to be.

Spider was asleep when they entered the room, next to him Quarithc who looked half asleep but was waken up when the other two entered the room. 

“you, me outside” Jake order the other avatar who silently obeyed him.

leaving Neytiri behind with Spider, they got to the outside, and Jake took his knife out pointing him at Quaritch. 

“i swear if something happened to him”

Quaritch let out a hiss but didn't respond

“we are taking him for all month, no need to say again“ Jake said, spitting at quaritch feet before returning to his mate and their child, finding Spider who was crying and Neytiri humming his favorite song. 

Without saying anything he got next to them an hummed with Neytiri the next verses. 

BONUS

Jake and Quaritch got out lefting Neytiri and Spider alone, the door closing made Spider wake up, and looked around finding Neytiri next to him. 

she gave him a motherly smile, one he never had, just it made him want to tear up all the water that was in him. 

“you came?” he said, it was more than a question, like Neytiri wasn't infront of him. But she was, and she was ready to give him a lot of kisses.

“You are my son after all”

[w1ldthoughts]

The Forgotten One Chapter Four: You’re my Best Friend

Series Masterlist

Warning: Mentions of medication and injuries as well as trauma.

The first month after the accident was spent gingerly easing back into somewhat of a normal routine. Jack had physical therapy three times a week for his shoulder, got rid of the sling and prepared himself to head back to work. You had been recommended by your doctors to move at your own pace. You took up yoga and daily walks, anything to ease the mind and get you to relax enough to allow the memories to come flooding back naturally. The two of you had stopped putting pressure on getting you to remember and simply started over as friends. Jack was a fantastic roommate and you could see glimpses of why you fell for him so hard. He knew you like the back of his hand: your favorite shows, foods, music. And you began to unpack a lot of things about him too, like his disdain for the color yellow and his obsession with Pokemon cards.

But the most important part was the little things. He never forgot to give you your meds and a cup of water before bed. One afternoon he came back from PT and covered you with a blanket after you had fallen asleep on one of the couches in the living room. And there wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t check in and ask how you were feeling and if there was anything he could do to help. Another thing you’d added to your routine was a weekly status report where you asked each other a series of questions regarding the state of your mental health. You asked each other about nightmares, things that were plaguing your minds during normal day-to-day activities and if there was anything either of you needed to get off your chest that you felt only the other would understand. He felt like less of a stranger and more of a partner in crime and that had made this time so much more comfortable.

“Now that I’m finally able to drive and we can go out and do things, I made plans for us this week.” Jack plops down onto the couch next to you, stealing a grape out of your bowl.

You furrowed your eyebrows in anticipation, “What are we getting into?”

“Several things, but I’m taking us to our first stop right now. So I’m going upstairs to change into something casual. We aren’t doing anything crazy.”

Thirty minutes later the two of you headed off in Jack’s car to your unknown location. You let out a laugh when he pulled into a parking spot and announced that this was the first stop.

“Main Event?” You giggled, “I haven’t been to one of these since—”

“Our first date.” He finished for you. “This is where I took you after finally convincing you to go out with me.”

“This is amazing. My first date with the son of a billionaire was at a massive arcade.” You shook your head, unable to wipe the smile off your face. “Alright then, let’s do this. Might have lost my memory but I will never lose my competitive spirit. Are you ready to get your ass beat in these games Mr. Harlow?” You gave him a cocky smirk.

There’s my girl, he thought to himself.

He unfortunately got the best of you in pop-a-shot but you did beat him at air hockey. Then you headed over to the skeeball area and it got him thinking.

Four years earlier…

“What the fuck? Are you some sort of skee ball professional or something, what is this?” Jack cackled, watching you land in the 100 slot for the third time in a row. “Here I thought I was going to impress you with my ticket earnings and get you a massive bear but you might have to get me one.”

He’d reserved the entire building for three hours just for the two of you. “You know, I’m really glad you didn’t bring me to some Michelin star restaurant with seven one-bite courses. This is so much better.”

Jack grabs the ball from you, rolling it into the 40 slot, a look of disappointment written all over his body. You hugged his arm and gave him a pat on the back, “you’ll get ‘em next time buddy, maybe you’ll even be as good as me when you grow up.”

He kisses the smile off your face and every one of your pores oozes happiness. You were on a date with your fucking boss and you were actually enjoying it. You enjoyed being with him and it was apparent with the intensity of the kiss that he felt lasted a lifetime. He wanted to keep kissing you, keep laughing with you and keep enjoying every moment he got to spend with you, as long as you’d allow it.

The two of you walked over to the prize station at the end of your adventure and you let Jack pick out a prize that he happily walked around with for the rest of the day.

“Wait…is that why you have that giant blue teddy bear in your room?” You laughed, taking a bite of your pizza as you watched him nod.

He gives you a warm smile. “Sometimes when I miss you I just grab him and put him in the bed so I have something to hold on to. It’s one of my favorite memories of us. Just having fun, playing silly games without any care in the world.”

You couldn’t even begin to imagine the heartache he must feel every day. Seeing you but not being able to be with you in a way that he’d gotten used to. But it felt nice to hear him talk about your past without as much sadness in his eyes as the first days, if you had to guess it was probably a bit therapeutic.

“Well, what prize are you going to pick out with these tickets?” You asked, looking at the bag full of them.

“You should choose.” He nodded his head towards the prizes when you got there.

The two of you stood there for a second as you pondered your decision. “I think I want the purple bear with the bowtie. Purple is your favorite color, right?”

He clears his throat, physically getting rid of the lump forming there. “Um yeah—yeah purple is my favorite color, I only mentioned that once. Glad you remembered.”

“Okay so I’ll get the purple one then.” You thanked the employee when he handed it to you and you let Jack carry it out to the car. “You know that blue is my favorite color which is probably why you got it, so that’s why I got this one. Now we each have a bear in our beds and even though we’re not connected like how we used to be, we can make new memories that are just as special.”

Jack nodded slowly and pulled you in for a hug, letting out a sigh of relief when you returned his embrace. Maybe this walk down memory lane was just what the doctor ordered.

The next stop on the tour was a visit to your old apartment building, the one you vividly remembered. It was completely empty and the walls had been painted a sleek cool gray instead of the white chipped walls that you were used to.

“How did you get access to this place?”

“I bought it.” Jack states plainly. “Wanted to turn this into an extra space for you to do whatever you wanted since you mentioned how much you loved it. So I was planning on refurbishing it to whatever you decided but obviously we didn’t get around to it.”

Ew, he really really loved you and the little crush on him that you’d been pushing down for the last couple of weeks was getting harder to hide. “Okay so, this was my apartment. Why is this what you called the most important place on memory lane?”

Three Years Earlier…

“You really need to start being more serious. Captain America: The Winter Soldier is so much better than Iron Man 2 and you know that! Steve having to literally fight to the death against his childhood best friend and then realizing it was Bucky? Please, that is cinema.” You scoff, tossing another Sour Patch Kid into your mouth.

Jack throws his head back in laughter, irking your nerves even more. “You think anything with Chris Evans is ‘cinema’ so I don’t really wanna hear it.”

“Says the guy who drools every time he watches an episode of The Sopranos!” You point your finger at him for emphasis, “you have no room to talk.”

“Aw, is my baby jealous of Meadow Soprano? Come here.”

You resist his advances by turning your head back to the screen in front of you. Jack moves closer and closer until he’s sitting on top of you on the couch. “Jack move, you’re heavy.”

“Not until you give me a kiss.”

“No, just move. I can’t breathe.” You laugh as he holds your face in his large hands, scooting to the side to take some of his weight off of you, but not entirely getting off your lap.

Jack sighs as you close your eyes. “Look at me.” You shake your head and he repeats himself until you blink your eyes open. “There she is. Meadow ain’t got nothing on you baby…trust me.”

“You’re my favorite thing in the world. My one and only. And I would still love you even if you chose Chris Evans over me.”

You swore the Earth stopped spinning for a second. “You what?”

“I said, I would still love you even if—”

“You love me?” You whispered, a tingling sensation brewing in your legs that wasn’t from your boyfriend sitting on them. You felt like you were floating.

He let out a stifled laugh and gave you a gentle kiss. “I love you. So much. I love everything about you. And I’m not saying that just so you can say it back, I really mean that. I—”

“I love you too Jack. I really do, even if you do have shitty Marvel movie takes.”

Jack couldn’t wait until those three words came out of your mouth again. But he knew it would be worth it so just for that, maybe he could wait as long as it took, just to feel how he felt that day.

The two of you then headed over to Churchill Downs Inc., where everyone welcomed you with warm hugs and so much love. This really was the best place to work and you couldn’t wait to catch up on everything and head back to a somewhat normal life. And making money again didn’t sound too bad either. Jack walked with you upstairs and there was a man sitting at a desk in front of what you now noticed was your office door.

“Y/n, this is your assistant Ben. Ben, we’re just here to let her see the place and check everything out, shouldn’t be too long.” Jack reassures him, sensing that Ben was busy.

The man, who you now know as Ben, stands up anyway. “It’s so good to see that you’re out and about again. Do you guys need anything? Coffee or snacks? I just restocked your mini fridge in there just in case.”

“Thank you Ben, but I think I’m good for now.” You told him with a smile. He gives you a simple nod and returns the smile, all of his pearly whites on display. Cleo calls Ben’s phone and asks him to come to her office as Jack opens the office door and you follow right behind him.

“How long have I had this assistant? He seems to know every single thing about me.” You observe, opening the door to the mini fridge to find it full of your favorite drinks and the cabinet stocked with snacks that you thought only Jack knew you liked.

Jack leans on the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. “Um, maybe like a year? Probably a little longer. He’s good at his job though, he’s been keeping track of your progress reports and other stuff while we’ve been gone. And you seemed to like him before the accident so he’s probably overdue for a raise honestly.”

“Yeah you should give him one, he seems like he knows what he’s doing and he’s clearly doing it well.” You didn’t know why you felt so strongly about this since you just met him, but you felt like you needed to let Jack know that this was important to you.

He didn’t say another word, just let you look around until you got bored and then asked if you were ready to head home. You bid your goodbyes to everyone and headed back to Jack’s car so he could drive the two of you back to his—your shared house.

While you showered and got ready for the night, you thought back to the man you met earlier. You had to admit that Ben was cute and something about him felt peaceful and familiar, the kind of ease that took a month to build with Jack, who you supposedly were madly in love with. It made you feel bad so you ignored the nagging feeling and headed downstairs to find the curly haired man rapping along to some song called ‘Industry Baby?’ You still had things to catch up on but Jack was so busy with his salmon and the song to even notice you coming into the kitchen. He looked so free and happy that it made your heart swell. You wondered how many times you’d seen this sight, your man cooking dinner for you, serenading you along the way and listening to music together while you cleaned up the kitchen afterwards. The song “You are the Reason” came up as you placed the last utensil in the dishwasher and Jack reached out to you.

“Can I have this dance?” He asked and you dried your hands off to join him. You allowed him to pull you into his arms, slowly swaying to the music, your bodies fitting together seamlessly. He spun you around a few times and welcomed you back in, your head resting on his chest as the hand that wasn’t holding yours made its way around your waist. You found yourself resting your arms around his neck, taking a look in his eyes, a toothy grin appearing on his face. This was the closest you two had been since you woke up and your heart was beating in your ears when you found yourself looking at his lips. The thought of kissing him was exhilarating and he leaned down to press his nose against yours, his touch tickling your skin. He leaned in tentatively and luckily your hands were already around his neck so you pulled him down to you, your lips connecting in a tender kiss, the most delicate one you’d ever experienced and those feelings of anticipation and nerves melted away and made way for—nothing.

You felt nothing. No fireworks or warm sensation in your body sending shivers down your spine like you expected. You were kissing your boyfriend for god’s sake. The man who had literally dropped everything and catered to your every whim the last month and three weeks and now you were finally doing something with some sort of romantic intimacy and it left you feeling…empty.

It was too much. You frantically pulled away, feeling tears brewing in your eyes and Jack looked at you, clearly concerned.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” He gave you a look over to see if there were physical signs of pain like bloodshot eyes or a pronounced vein on the side of your head that he now had come to learn you got when you had a migraine.

“I didn’t—I didn’t feel anything when we kissed.” You sobbed, a hot tear burning its way down your cheek. “Nothing came back either. I thought, I thought something would come to me, maybe even a flash of a memory, anything really.”

He sighs and runs his hands up and down your shaky arms. “It’s okay, we’re okay. We don’t have to rush anything, the way we’re headed is just fine it’s not—”

“Aren’t you concerned that I didn’t feel anything? No spark no—no butterflies, nothing! That doesn’t scare you?” You stressed, stepping back from him.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re recovering from a traumatic brain injury y/n, a true love's kiss isn’t going to magically fix it and I recognize that. We have to be patient. Take it a day at a time like we said?”

“I’m TIRED of being patient Jack. It’s been a month and I still have no idea who the hell I'm supposed to be. I don’t want to wait anymore.” The tears would not stop flowing and you couldn’t wipe them away fast enough. Things weren’t supposed to be like this. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jack rushes out, alarms sounding off in his head.

You didn’t know what to say so you didn’t say anything, he watched you walk upstairs to your room and heard the door close. He took his time heading up to his room, stopping at your room for a few minutes, listening to your sobs through the door. All he could do was shed a few tears of his own, knowing deep down that he was losing his best friend.

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The Love We Choose

Geraskier ModernAU

a big THANK YOU @cherrychapsticksteve for helping me out figuring some stuff out

Summary: Geralt is a Firefighter, but more important he is a single Dad to 4 y/o Ciri. Regularly they go to a cute little Coffeeshop where Jaskier works. And little Ciri is on a mission to help her Dad to find somebody to love.

Chapter - 1 -

Geralt is waiting outside the Kindergarten to pick up his daughter, there are a few other parents who are talking. But Geralt only knows one of them really so he just waits in silence. He has been alone with Ciri for a few months now, but it's still a weird feeling to come home and see Yennefer's desk empty. 

They have loved each other, they really did but he is bound to his hometown and she needed to be flexible and be able to go on Business trips all the time. Geralt believed that after Ciris' birth things would be different, and things were different for a year at best. But then everything went back to the same old routine. Yennefer was in New York or London or Berlin and Geralt sat at home, the only thing that was truly different, Geralt wasn't alone, no there was Ciri, his daughter, his whole world that he needed to protect. 

When Ciri was old enough to go to the Kindergarten Yennefer and Geralt figured out that they needed to go separate ways. Yennefer loves her Job to much, she really was the unpaid intern that made it to the top of this really big Marketing firm. And she isn't a family person, she tried to be one for Ciri, but she was afraid that she will regret that and will blame Ciri for it in the future, and her daughter didn't deserve this. 

So now when Yennefer is in town, the three spend time together as a little family. It wasn't the family Geralt hoped for, but it's real. And some parents might not believe it but they are all really good with this. In the time they spend with Ciri they are really happy, and the phone calls Ciri has with her mother weekly are really good for their relationship. 

Geralt came to the conclusion that having a family that is really happy and working is much better than to force a family together to fit the image everyone has. 

Roach is pulling on the leash, Ciri has to be in sight. This Dog really loved this Child, and she would do anything to protect her. She once growled at a pigeon because it scared Ciri.

"Daddy, Daddy did you know that hedgehogs eat slugs?" 

"No ,I didn't know that, where did you learn this from?" Geralt picked the little backpack up and took Ciris tiny hand. 

"Miss McHall read a book about hedgehogs and there was a list of what they eat. And then in the garden Benni searched for a slug to try it himself, but he didn't find one." 

"Hmm" Geralt didn't know how to reply to that. 

"Daaaad is today a hot chocolate day?"

"sadly not sweetheart, I forgot my wallet at work but tomorrow is a hot chocolate day I promise" 

"Oh Daddy, you really forget everything when I don't remind you" Ciri shakes her head a bit "But this time I wanna try the strawberry pie for real this time"

"I think Benni wanted to impress the girls," Ciri said at the dinner table "with the slug". What a strange topic at dinner. Geralt frowns in surprise.

"He always does those stupid things and then he runs up to the other girls and shows what he did. When Dara and I were spies we saw that." 

Geralt carefully listens to his daughter. 

"I mean finding a slug isn't impressive, and eating one is kinda mean because what will the hedgehog eat ? What you do is impressive Dad, you save people and teach other people how to save people." 

"Thank you darling" Being a Father and a Firefighter isn't always the best mix but everytime Ciri says things like that it makes Geralt so proud.

"Uhm Dad, did you see that woman again, the one you went on a pizza date with?"

"Hmm no, she called me this morning and told me that I am nice but she has some family trouble and needs to focus on her family." 

"Oh okay"

Yeah Geralt had a few dates every now and then. Yeah Ciri is his whole world, but he still is a Human and he misses the Romance in his life. The truth is Geralt hasn't the best dating game. He doesn't know what to talk about, when he doesn't talk about Ciri or his work or his Dog. He doesn't mention his daughter on the first dates, and when they actually reach a second or third date and Geralt tells them he is a single dad, most people refuse to see him again, it's just a big commitment for them. But also some of them just saw the big strong firefighter with all the muscles and not the man behind them and that's when Geralt says this isn't working out. 

Ciri lays awake in bed, she could hear the TV from the living room. For sure her dad is lonely, but all this adult stuff is so confusing. In Kindergarten everything is easier, like you ask someone if you wanna be friends, then they ask you what you like to play and what's your favorite animal and then you are friends. And one day you draw a picture just for them and you are best friends. But adults don't work like that.

"My Dad needs my help to find someone to watch those silly romantic movies." Ciri whispers to herself. And she already has someone in mind and she has a plan, sort of.

The next day Geralt brought Roach back home before he went to pick up Ciri, and he checked for his wallet three times. He waited as usual in front of the kindergarten. Ciri is running right up at him, in her beautiful green dress. This morning they had an argument because Ciri wanted to wear her favorite dress so badly and Geralt was afraid that she would mess it up in the Kindergarten, but as Ciri promised it's all fine and she looks like the little princess she is to Geralt. 

"Hot Chocolate Day!" Ciri is chanting as she is running to her Dad.

"Yes Sweetheart today I am fully prepared for the Coffeeshop."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

The Coffeeshop is near the Park where Ciri's favorite playground is. That's how they discovered it. Geralt pushed Ciri on the swing when a heavy rain surprised them. Geralt covered his daughter under his jacket and ran in the next building he found. The sweet little Coffeeshop at the Park. Geralt liked it because it wasn't that big and not many people fit in there and Ciri loved it because it's near her favorite playground and because they have so many beautiful cups and mugs. 

They arrived at the Coffeeshop and because they already became regulars so they got greeted nicely. At first Geralt didn’t like it that strangers knew Ciri’s name, but he got used to it and the staff here is really nice. 

A young tall man came up to their table and Ciri jumps up and ran towards him 

"Jaskier! Look that’s my favorite dress” 

“Oh hi Ciri it’s really beautiful, you look like a princess” 

Geralt watches the scene with eagle eyes, but he knows Jaskier is no harm for his little girl, he is usually their waiter when they are in the Coffeeshop.

Jaskier lets Ciri twirl around herself, so the pretty green dress starts flying. 

“My Daddy says that too.” Ciri stops spinning.

“Your Daddy says what ?” Jaskier seems to be confused with that statement.

“This morning my Daddy also said that I look like a princess. And when I am a princess my Dad must be a king right?”

“Then lead me to your king, princess Ciri.” 

Jaskier could clearly see Geralt sitting at their favorite spot at the window, but he likes to play along with Ciri’s little games. 

“Your Majesty I present to you, your daughter princess Ciri” Jaskier takes a bow in front of Geralt and Ciri tries to stay in character but could resist a little laugh.

“I have been sent directly from the kitchen to ask what the King and his daughter would like to eat and drink today.”

Geralt is a little lost for words, normally these silly games stay between Ciri and Jaskier, but now he is dragged into it like a theater play and he hasn’t learned his lines. Geralt tries his best to play along because he knows how much it means to his little girl if he does.

“May he bring us hot chocolate and strawberry pie for the princess and mint tea and cheesecake for me the King.” 

Ciri giggles again.

“I like Jaskier he always so funny and nice to us”

“Yeah that is true” 

Geralt stares out of the window, and he just enjoys the quiet coffeeshop. It wasn’t actually quiet but it wasn’t stressful like his day at the fire station. There was a fire near in the forest this morning, just because some stupid assholes had Barbeque last night and didn’t end their fire properly. 

He turns around and on the table are the ordered pies and his tea but no hot chocolate is there and Ciri is gone too. 

Panic runs through Geralt's veins, where is she?  He was just looking away for a second. But then he saw her holding on to Jaskier’s hand as they picked a cup for her hot chocolate. How could he forget that she always picks a new beautiful cup to drink her hot chocolate from. She walked back to her Dad and sat next to him on the bench.

“I picked a cup with stars and the moon on it”

Jaskier walks over to their table and places Ciris cup right next to her pie. 

“I saw there was smoke in the forest, was there a fire?”

At first Geralt is confused because he never told Jaskier that he is a Firefighter, but then he remembered that Ciri talks a lot with Jaskier if he has the time.

“Yeah there was a fire, but gladly it was near the forest not directly in there.” Jaskier looks relieved.

“Some people made a barbeque there and the remaining hot ashe lit the dry grass on fire”

Geralt could see the disbelief in Jaskier’s face, he really couldn’t hide his emotions.

“I hope you and your crew are okay”

“We are good, it was just another fire because of careless people”

He didn’t wanna say drunk people in front of Ciri, but the look on Jaskier’s face showed him that he did understand what he meant with “careless”.

“Ciri, your Dad is truly a hero, he and his crew saved the forest”

Ciri grinned and cheered “yes they are all heroes, my Dad, uncle Eskel, uncle Lambert and Vesemir” 

New customers enter the place and Jaskier has to  leave Geralt and Ciri. They eat and drink and Ciri told stories from the Kindergarten and from her best friend Dara. Even more people entered the coffeeshop as they left. They waved Goodbye to Jaskier and left the busy place. With Ciri’s tiny hand in his own he was so happy he had a daughter like her and this little coffeeshop they could call their special place. 

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Weekly round up: 1st April - 7th April

NGL, i was at a 6th bday party yesterday and just forgot it was Sunday, whoops lol. So, i wrote 17,728 words last week, with 3 uploaded stories. As always, recs first, then mine. Im also adding summarys and going to sort out my rec list so bare with: Home - SunnyRose - The Hobbit (Gen fic, Written by the wonderful @sunnyrosewritesstuff an adorable look at Uncle Thorin. )

Summary: Being an uncle doesn't come instinctual to Thorin. He loves his nephews with all his heart, but he doesn't quite understand them. However, when Dís needs a break with the death of her husband so fresh, she leaves to travel as a blacksmith and Thorin is left to mind the colony, Fíli, and Kíli. If they all manage to survive to the end of the five months, Thorin will consider it a success. The Fluttering of All Your Wings - whisperedstory - Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Geart/Jaskier, i had a bit of a fae Jaskier binge and this one is top tier) Summary: Jaskier has never really fit in anywhere, not with the fae and not with the humans. His mother always warned him to hide his heritage, especially from witchers. But then he meets Geralt and starts following him around the Continent. He finally learns what it's like to feel like he belongs somewhere, which makes keeping his secret even more necessary—and difficult. Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers - poppunkpadfoot (StormVandal) - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, one of my fav muggle Au fics) Summary:

The customer standing in front of him is quite possibly the most beautiful man Remus has ever seen. Like, he looks like a model or something. He has long, black hair, flattened by water, and just the slightest amount of scruff on his face, and…

And a baby strapped to his chest. The Gift of Hobbits - MoroseBarnacle - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, and its just SO good!) Summary: The gift of hobbits is a secret not known to dwarves. Bilbo’s gift saves the Company—repeatedly—and they don’t even know it until after Smaug is dead. But by then, just about everybody knows there’s a hobbit in Erebor, and the invading orcs decide to keep Bilbo and his otherworldly gift for themselves. Let's Play Pretend - MsAlexWP - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, muggle Au and fake dating, whats not to love?) Summary: After James and Lily died, Sirius Black's therapist told him not to date for a year. And that's just as well. He's got a 13-month-old baby now and quite enough to deal with, thanks. But the nosy neighbors in his building keep trying to set him up and won't take no for an answer. Enter Remus Lupin, another single dad who pretends to be Sirius's boyfriend, just to get the old lady brigade off his back and nothing more. Nothing more at all. Guardian of Kings - SunnyRose - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, another excelent work by @sunnyrosewritesstuff, and im sure most bagginshielders love a bit of BAMF Bilbo and cultural misunderstanding, I know i do!) Summary: The Company has been having a good laugh as the story of their quest spreads through the mountain and more and more retellings makes Thorin out to be Bilbo’s damsel in distress. It stops becoming funny when Thorin’s honor is challenged, and it’s up to Bilbo to defend it. Thorin may be ready to smuggle his hobbit out of the mountain, but Bilbo will do it. For Thorin, he would do anything. Hope theres something to others to enjoy, if not see you next week for more.

Now, for my uploaded fics:

Far over the Misty Mountains:A hobbit with a heart (Past Bilbo/Thorin, for the KCAWS 30-days-of-feelings prompts) Summary: Bilbo's home is suddenly invaded by a troop of dwarves. He would be bad, should be mad, but that song .... It's a good job I love you! ( Bilbo/Thorin,written for #247 - Blindspot for @flashfictionfridayofficial) Summary: Bilbo sees that Thorin has once again forgotten to take the rubbish out, bloody husbands, he thinks exasperated. And finally This is real, but it isnt ME! (Jegulus and background Wolfstar, based off a prompt from a friend about Regulus being in a crop top and not happy about it) Summary: Regulus loves his brother, something he has to remind himself, because right now he wants to murder him. This is all Sirius fault!

[three--rings]

So I went to a social function for the first time since my car accident. If "my weekly dnd game" counts as a social function. It certainly did for me, who hasn't left the house in 5 weeks except for doctor appointments.

But once again, being way more physically disabled than usual made me VIOLENTLY aware of how inaccessible the world actually is. Normally, while I have difficulty walking long distances and standing for long, I can always get up and walk if I have to.

But no weight at all on one foot means none of that. So I've been getting around with a kneeling scooter. And...forgot how difficult it is when you are wheel-bound.

I previously experienced this when my husband was in a wheelchair for 6 months but I was the one pushing and trying to get him up stairs. It's sorta different when it's you.

So I went to my friend's house. Doesn't sound difficult right? Well it's a lot trickier than you'd think unless you've tried to do it.

First problem: her driveway is very steep and I was a little worried about wheeling up it because the brakes on my budget scooter aren't fantastic. So we pulled up in the car on the driveway.

But we couldn't pull up far enough to actually let the door open to the front walkway. And because it had rained earlier the wheels just sank into the ground, so I had to hop on one foot until I could get to the pavement. Then there were TWO steps to navigate to get into her house: one up to the concrete porch and then one into the house. So I had to have help lifting the scooter up onto the step (Because leverage is hard when you're also balancing on one leg) and then use the scooter to lift myself up. Okay, but I was in, no problem right?

Well my friend's house, despite being one story, has two steps up to the guest bathroom. I remembered it as one step, but actually it's two. If you're wondering two steps in a row is MUCH harder than one. I needed help and it was both difficult and scary to get up and back down. Again, don't know if you've tried hopping down stairs on one foot with no rail or anything to support yourself on, but it's much harder than it seems it would be.

And then I had to leave, which was getting down two more stairs by basically pointing myself down and hoping I didn't fall. I was strained and exhausted by the end of the night. Worth it, but...

This is how inaccessible the average American one-story recently built home is. There's a reason businesses are supposed to be accessible, because architects decide they need to put random steps in a one-story house for literally no reason. (Of course, a lot of businesses aren't accessible. Next time you go out notice if you can get into that non-chain restaurant without steps. )

It's so incredibly frustrating to be like...but WHY does there need to be a step here? Could it have easily been a ramp? Did the lip of the doorway need to be a full step up or could it have been like 2-3 inches?

The effect of this is discouraging disabled people and the elderly from going to new places, from going out, from being a full part of the community. Because after doing it just once I'm like damn, is it really worth it? Wouldn't it be easier to just sit alone at home?

[asgardianangel]

Sugar Life- The realistion

                                                                  

Warnings: 18+ smut, daddy kink, oral, (fem receiving) breeding kink, (if you squint) Lalo being a psycho sugar daddy, choking, and minor mentions of murder.

Everything felt like a dream but a horrifying nightmare at the same time. You didn’t know what to do.

It has been four months since the infamous Lalo Salamanca brought you into the life of luxury and cleared away your financial problems with a click of his fingers. First meeting him at a little bar in Alburquerque you were serving in. At that time, you were working two jobs trying keep up with rising bills and student debt. It was exhausting. There was Lalo who greeted you with a charming smile and phone number in hand.

You thought it was once in a lifetime opportunity to finally get back up your feet and continue your education in law while having the most handsome older man you ever seen taking you out to fancy restaurants and weekend getaways. Little did you know it would be one of the worst decisions you have ever made.

At the start everything was running smoothly Lalo handing you the weekly allowance of $3000 just for being the doll on his arm at grand events. At one of these events, you met his associates who you could only describe them as ‘odd’ especially a man called Gustavo Fring, he told you to call him ‘Gus’ for short. A strange feeling alerted when he was around at some encounters you notice his sudden change of demeanour. Warm and friendly to cold and calculating.

You once brought it up to Lalo on night in bed but he brushed it off and said ‘Oh the chicken man is always acting like that maybe because I make more money than he would ever have’ with a playful wink. Lalo owned a chain of popular restaurants so did Gus you always sense the competition and almost rivalry between them. But it didn’t bother you that much since Lalo was lavishing you with gifts. Keeping you his pampered pet.

It was at his home in Chihuahua Mexico that the rose-tinted glasses came off and you started to see things how they really were. Lalo Salamanca was an infamous drug cartel owner not a simple restaurant owner it was a cover up for what he was really doing.

Cosying in bed after some late-night shenanigans you forgot you nightly glass of water and proceeded downstairs to Lalo’s kitchen. You knew he was still up after all it was known he only gets two hours of sleep a night. ‘Bebita (baby girl) it’s the only time of the day I can think clearly don’t worry your pretty little head about it.’ He would say.

The back door to the large garden was slightly ajar allowing you to heard an alarming conversation. It was between Lalo and his right-hand man Ignacio but he likes to be called ‘Nacho’.

“You really didn’t have to kill that travel wire guy.” A sudden chill ran down your spin as Nacho spoke. Lalo was no murderer, was he?

“He wasn’t cooperating I wanted to know where that bald gringo Michael was heading anyway, he was a nobody.” Lalo replied. The lack of remorse in that comment made your stomach hurl. You heard about that murder on radio earlier today no wonder why Lalo chuckled a little listening to it. You thought he was a little tipsy and not thinking straight. Either way it creeped you out

“How long are you going be spying Fring’s men?” Nacho asked confusion hit your hard this all felt like a weird dream. Was this why Gus was so cold? Did he know about Lalo’s spying on him

“When I eventually find out his big secret, he’s up to something even my princess has noticed something off about him.” Lalo said. This point everyone was keeping a big secret and you needed to get out now.

“You got anything stronger?” Nacho asked making you gasp he was coming your way.

“Now you are talking in the bar bottom shelf decanter that’s the good stuff.” Your heart almost stopped beating at this point you quickly crouched down and hide behind the kitchen island in the dark. Hearing footsteps in front of you and the clinking of a bottle Nacho went around the island towards the glass cupboard as you crawled quietly to the other side towards the hallway door.

As his back was turned you got up silently and started tip toeing to the staircase.

“Y/N you, okay?” You were frozen to the spot but you had to play it cool.

“Yeah, I’m okay just coming down for some water” You walked back in the kitchen feeling like a terrible actor

“Oh here” He grabbed another glass and filled it up handing it to you

“Thanks Nacho goodnight” You smiled trying to hide your nerves by the lamp lights.

“Goodnight.” He replied as you walked upstairs

Taking a deep breathe returning to the bedroom placing down the glass on the dresser you paced back and forwards nervously thinking about what to do. You couldn’t just leave Lalo had guards everywhere on the property. The best thing to do was pretend just until the morning until you get back to Albuquerque.

The sound of heavy footsteps coming towards the door alerted you making you dart back into bed. You lay there fake sleeping as the dark figure walked into the room you immediately knew it was Lalo from his large frame reflecting on the mirror in the corner.

“I know your awake querida (dear).” A chill ran down your spine

“Mm hey you coming to bed?” You turned to him and asked hoping the answer will be no.

 I will lie with you for bit if you don’t mind need my princess’s touch ya know?” You couldn’t make out his expressions in the dark.

You agreed after all you couldn’t deny him that would cause suspicion. You laid back facing towards the mirrored wardrobe watching Lalo as he sat on the bed and took off his shoes and started to unbutton his crisp white shirt. The thought of lying next to him now itched you no longer feeling comfortable.

Lalo laid down and turned to you “I want to cuddle my doll” wrapping his arms around your waist resting his chin a top of your head.

You pushed away the feelings of dread and closed your eyes when suddenly his hand moved down your body finding its way up your short nightgown and between your thighs you always took off your panties when with him it was his orders.

“I thought you just wanted to cuddle” You asked shifting a little to look at him you could just about make out that sly grin.

“Well, I’ve changed my mind” he said kissing you softly touching your heat. You couldn’t help but be aroused he knew your body well messaging the right places and seeing you tick. You lay on your back and he continued touching you this time fondling your breasts and sloppily kissing your collarbone. Moaning softly Lalo pushed down the straps of your gown pushing it down to your waist. You placed both hands to his chest stopping him from rolling it down completely.

“Lalo not to-” He cut you by placing a finger to your lips. “What’s my name Bebita?” He asked staring down at you in the dark.

“Daddy.” You murmured Lalo smirked “Good girl””

You were scared out of your mind about this man but melted at his touch. Repeating ‘get yourself together’ in your thoughts. Lalo reached over to the lamp on the bedside table switching it on. Now seeing the lustful look in his eyes as he admired your body. “Now I can see how perfect you are.”

Your nipples perked up as his tongue was giving them equal attention grinding his crotch against your leg “These are the most beautiful tits I have ever seen in my life” He murmured. You shouldn’t feel this way he was a monster he murdered an innocent man you burst out the momently bliss. You feel his hardness form wanting you. "Daddy please not now.” You whine but he didn’t listen instead he moved further down to your heat still looking in your eyes. His tongue darted out again tasting you moaning like a starved man. You tried squirming out his grasp but he held both of your legs locking you there making you feel what he was doing to you. Sucking viciously at your clit you wanted to scream at the sensation of his well-groomed moustache brushing against it

You couldn’t do nothing expect grip the cream sheets Lalo was an expert in eating you out licking strips from your quivering hole to your sensitive clit. He could tell you were close to cumming already and went even rougher. You couldn’t think anymore so you just let it happen. “Daddy I’m gonna-” you panted loudly feeling relief.

It took you a second to come down from your high to realise he was taking the rest of his clothes off while gazing at the bliss on your face and going into to kiss you once again your hands ran through his hair.

“Are you going to leave me?” He asked amongst the pleasure you felt worried at that question.

You let out a moan looking up at him “No daddy why would you ask that?”

“I know what you heard you can get very curious sometimes bebita.” He chuckled playing with your oversensitive pussy

“Ooh I don’t know what you're talking about daddy” You plead feeling his fingers dip inside you stretching you out. He

Lalo gave the most menacing look you have ever seen and suddenly held onto your throat squeezing it little while the other stayed between your thighs

“Don’t LIE to me.” The sudden anger made you jump His grip was harder making you gasp and hold onto his wrist trying to make him stop

“Yes! I’m sorry daddy please I was frightened please” You plead harder

“I know baby I know you think Ignacio wouldn’t notice the glass of water you made before he walked in the kitchen, I saw your little shadow ducking down” You felt pathetic but he let go of your throat and rubbed your cheek in a loving manner. But it didn’t feel that way at all.

“I’m sorry daddy please don’t hurt me” Tears ran down your face he looked almost shocked.

“Why would I hurt my baby?”

“I’ve heard too much haven’t I?” You asked

“Listen to me I would never hurt you” he said stroking your hair kissing your head. Lalo slowly took your hand placing it on his stiff cock moving it up and down.

“mierda (fuck) you feel what you do to me baby?” He groaned as precum began to leak.

“I fucking need you” He panted. While you thinking of a way to escape from this man there might be one if you, please him now. He might just fall asleep even if it was just for an hour that’s still time to do something.

Your thoughts were cut short when you felt him enter you slowly inching his size. It always took your breath away his thick girth stretching you out perfectly.

“Daddy” You cried

“I’m here” He shushed you as he pushed the entirety of his length.

He started at a slow gentle pace like he usual did but this time it felt so different he admired the expressions you made the moans and groans you emitted. Then he quickened his pace slapping into you roughly while grabbing your face for a passionate kiss.

 The bed slammed against the wall with force you hoped no one around to hear it. Lalo groaned more feeling your nails dig into his back as his flesh slapped with yours. You were so full of him it was almost too much to handle. The tell tail signs of him twitching inside you meant that he was going cum very soon. Rutting inside you he brought his rough hand down rubbing your clit in circles wanting you cum with him.

Then you both finally hit your peak you clutched onto him tightly making him spurt his load deep inside you. Groaning you both were sweaty and out of breath. There are some things you are going to miss about him when you finally get out of his clutches. Lalo rolled onto his side his hair messy sticking to his forehead watching you pant with a smirk. You felt his essence drip out of you

He got up naked and went to the bathroom retrieving a wet cloth a man of aftercare he went over to you gently cleaning between your legs as you lay there completely exhausted. You needed the energy to escaped but he fucked it out of you.

Lalo smiled as you softly closed your eyes drifting off to sleep kissing your head, he redressed himself and turned off the lamp before leaving the room.

You were never going to leave him he will made sure of it even if it meant getting you pregnant or killing someone with his bare hands. Might have to do both he thought to himself with a sadistic grin.

[gowoelfinneniguess]

"It's an expensive hobby" | Deeptalk with Laura Freigang

Laura: Hi, I’m Laura, and I’m going to show you a few things that are important to me.

[title music]

-I feel like my life is like a staircase-

-the most important thing is that I trust myself to know what I need-

-it’s an expensive hobby, I wasn’t quite aware of that-

-over the years I’ve truly cultivated something with my spotify-

[title music ends]

DFB: Today we want to talk to you about things that are important to you, to get to know you better as a person.

Laura: Woah, that’s already so deep, and I brought some totally silly things, I have to admit.

DFB: Not silly. Let’s just see how it goes.

Laura: Okay. I’ll just start here. As some of you may have seen at the tournament, I’ve had this analogue camera for a little while, and taking pictures with it is so much fun. I take it with me everywhere, because I already know my memory isn’t the best, and so I love taking pictures to remember special moments and collect them. When you take pictures on your phone, you end up having so many that you can’t really appreciate them anymore. The great thing about this camera is that it’s fairly small–though not as small as a phone–and I’m always so excited to see the films developed because I already forgot what pictures I’ve taken. And they always come out better than phone pictures! I could take ten pictures on my phone and one with my camera, and the one on my camera will always be more awesome.

DFB: What are some of the moments where you would grab your camera instead of your phone?

Laura: Just special moments of joy, or when I’m out with friends, or when I think to myself “I want to remember this,” that’s when I take it out. For everything else, my phone is enough. This is for special moments, great for parties, I have to say. I had it with me in Sevilla and Barcelona, when we travelled with the team, when we got into the champions league. I always carry a fanny pack that has just enough space, so now I have it with me all the time. I’ve had it for six months now, and I have the pictures in a photo album at home. I get them printed and digitally.

DFB: Do you have a separate savings account for photo development yet?

Laura: It is such an expensive hobby, I have to say. I wasn’t quite aware of that, getting the pictures developed isn’t cheap. But that only makes them more valuable.

DFB: In the next interview you better bring your photo album.

Laura: Those things are so thick though. They stay at home, I’m not carrying them with me.

While we’re here, this is my–I don’t want to say diary, it’s not a diary, I don’t have a name for it–it’s my book! This is my book. I write down everything in here. I am–I don’t want to say forgetful or chaotic, something in between–

DFB: Creative?

Laura: Yeah, sure, I’m creative, that’s something positive. I write anything in here. Lists, a daily or weekly plan… The pages are blank, as you can see here, I come up with my own layout according to my needs. When I know I have a busy week ahead of me, I’ll write a detailed plan from Monday to Sunday, to do lists, recipes I like. Before games I write down what my intentions are, after games whether I they worked out or not. Sometimes it's just things that weigh on me that I don’t want to talk about, but that have to be said. My goals. It’s a mix of everything. Sometimes I doodle in here.

DFB: I think that’s incredibly brave. To write down your thoughts, once they’re written down they become tangible.

Laura: I realized that once I’ve written something down I never want to read it again.

DFB: That’s what I meant.

Laura: A lot of the time when I’m emotional, or emotionally overwhelmed, it helps to just flush it all out, but when I go back and read what I’ve written I think “God, what’s wrong with me?” But that’s the whole purpose. Come to think of it, I could call it my stress book, because it helps me deal with stress. It’s stressful for me not to know what my week entails, if I don’t feel sufficiently prepared before games, that’s stressful for me, thoughts running through my mind are stressful for me. It is my anti stress book.

DFB: Super great. It’s great that you found an outlet.

Laura: Totally. I tried for such a long time, it was a struggle, and I don’t want to say I’m at the end of my journey yet.

DFB: That’s cool. Laura Freigang’s anti stress book.

Laura: I can only recommend it.

That’s a good transition to the next thing–well, it’s not an object, it’s mental health, like I’ve talked about before. I approach this topic very intentionally at this point. I think it is important for everyone to take care of your mental health, but you don’t necessarily think about it. It has become a big part of me, of my life, to reflect and evaluate my feelings and see what I need. That really helped me over the last couple of years, whether it’s in sports or in my personal life.

DFB: Do you always know how you feel? I think it can be difficult to answer sometimes.

Laura: I’ve learned so much. At the start it was about realizing your own emotions, to control them. By now I feel like I don’t want to control anything, I just feel.

DFB: I exist, and that’s good.

Laura: Exactly! I feel things and I experience these emotions and I just try to reflect on my mental state, without any pressure. It doesn’t always have to be for a set goal or anything, like “I reflect in order to change myself,” just listen to yourself, make sure you’re okay, and if you’re not okay that’s fine too. In terms of sports you have different strategies to handle nerves or pressure. There’s so much you can do, so many strategies, meditation…

DFB: It’s a good approach to say “The feelings are here, I accept them no matter what.”

Laura: Exactly.

DFB: And then act accordingly. I think that can turn into a bit of a super power, it can be vital in moments of pressure. Is there something in particular you do before a match, if you notice you’re not in the mental state you’d like to be?

Laura: That’s something that took me a long time to find out, what I really need. In sports you tend to think “I NEED this. I HAVE to do this,” like warming up before you exercise. I realized I put way too much pressure on myself to develop a fixed routine, and then it didn’t really help anymore. By now I trust myself to know what I need. If I want to do certain things, mobility exercises, cold showers, then I’ll do it. If I need a distraction and just go on my phone for a bit it’s okay too. That’s where I arrived at, the most important thing is that I trust myself to know what I need. I always struggled with insecurity, I think that’s a big topic for many people, for me in particular too, so I would say I don’t have a set routine and that’s the way it should be.

DFB: The routine is not having a routine.

Laura: Exactly. But it always varies from person to person, some people thrive through their routines.

DFB: I agree. Some people need structure, for others it’s easier if there’s little to no structure.

Laura: Mh-mhm.

DFB: What else, Laura?

Laura: Let’s see. Something I can’t live without at the moment is this, 069, Frankfurt. This tattoo is pretty new, I got it right before the Europa Cup final. I had faith that it would work out well. This is for the club and the city, because I found my home there. Even if it’s not forever, I’ve never felt this connection to a place, that’s what the tattoo means. My street in particular, I love that I leave my flat and everything I need is right there: the photo shop where I get my pictures developed, an Alnatura (organic supermarket)–I love buying high quality food and cooking–a gym, a Zalando outlet store right next door, which is dangerous since I love clothes. You have everything, gelato, cafes, I love it and I’m so happy that I’m so happy there. It’s so great.

Another thing I can’t live without is photoshop.

DFB: We hadn’t noticed.

Laura: I wanted to mention it because people always ask me “What app do you use for your pictures?”, since there has to be an app for everything. I use photoshop to edit my pictures, I’ve been doing it for a long time and it’s so much fun. By now I think you can see I sort of know what I’m doing. In general it stands for my entire creative side. When I get pictures from the DFB I immediately think of things I could do with them, and I can’t wait to go and do it. Most of the time I’m super quick and it’s so fun.

DFB: Is that something you can see yourself doing in the future? I’ve told you before, you’re so creative, you see things differently, you see how moments can be special in photos or videos.

Laura: On the one hand, sure. On the other, it’s tough because I know I want to do everything by myself. I don’t want to hear other people’s opinions–my dad always tells me to do this or that, even though he doesn’t know a thing about social media–but I want to do things the way I like them. It’s a common problem for creatives I believe, you work for someone else but you just want to follow through with your own vision. And I can’t work under pressure, if I feel like I have to do something it becomes impossible. I like to paint too, I sort of rediscovered acrylics recently, but when I’m not inspired I cannot do it. A while ago I tried to paint something for my friend’s birthday, but even though I really wanted to make her happy I really didn’t feel like painting. In the end I had to go buy something for her the day before her birthday. So I don’t know if I could do it or if I better keep it as a hobby.

DFB: Sounds like it’s an outlet for you. When the mood strikes, you put something out, but it’s not like you post your collages every day, just when you feel like it.

Laura: Yeah. Since it comes so naturally for me, I don’t spend a lot of time on these things. People always call me “social media queen” or “tiktok expert” and I’m like, I spend fifteen minutes on these, every eight days or so, it’s not that much compared to others.

DFB: You need to have a good eye for that, and you got it.

Laura: Thank you.

What else do I have? Ah! I can’t live without sunglasses. Or rather, I love them, I probably could live without them. I’ll send you some pictures you can edit in here. I think I have ten or eleven pairs–not that much really–in a bunch of different colours, and I change them all the time. I admit I even wear them when it’s overcast. In the car, walking through town, as a cool accessory, I just like how it looks. I always have some with me.

DFB: Accessories are your thing, aren’t they? You’ve got your earrings–

Laura: We can expand on that. I’ve got my earrings and I finally got more piercings–right before the tournament, don’t do that, they’re supposed to stay in for at least six weeks–let’s see what crazy things I get for those. I wear a lot of rings, nail polish–this one has grown out a lot in the time we’ve been here–but it’s fun to always have a little something going on. Especially here, where I cannot choose how to dress myself, which is fine! I have to use the freedoms I have.

Ha! I can’t live without my spotify playlist. And I have to say, over the years I’ve truly cultivated something with my spotify. I’d have to check how many playlists I’ve made. Can you even see that?

DFB: I’m sure you can. We’ll research it.

Laura: We’ll do research or I’ll count them, but I’m sure it’s over 100. I can’t just get into my car and put on a song, I’m like “Aaah!”. But I have a playlist for every mood, for every situation, time of day, vibe, each have their own playlist that I made over the years, and I’m proud of that.

DFB: Now I see why you’re the team DJ.

Laura: That’s the playlist I work on the most. With the others I don’t have to please anyone but myself, but that one is a true responsibility. We’re in the dressing room for an hour before a game.

DFB: Every song has to be just right.

Laura: Every song has to be right.

We’re almost at the end. I want to bring up my bike. I like to feel the wind in my hair and–

DFB: Wear sunglasses?

Laura: Of course! You have to keep the bugs away from your face, but also just because that’s the default when I go outside. Except maybe if it’s dark outside. But even at a club–as if I go to clubs all the time–but even at the club I wear my sunglasses sometimes. But I always end up losing them.

DFB: Can you even see anything?

Laura: Do I have to see anything?

DFB: Alright, you just want to be seen.

Laura: This makes it seem like I go to the club all the time.

DFB: It does, a little. We’ll leave it all in too. Quick question: What does your bike look like? What kind of bike does Laura Freigang ride?

Laura: I own two bikes. Both are racing bikes. One I got from my mum, that's the one I would usually call my bike. But I gave someone a bike as a gift, someone who is shorter than me, and I thought “The bike can’t be too tall, it has to fit them”. I assembled it myself, it turned out great, then I gave it to them for their birthday, but when they got on it the height was perfect, but the bike was way too long. They couldn’t reach the brakes. But I had put all this time and money into it and it turns out it’s perfect for me, so it’s my bike now. I got the frame on ebay, then I went to the bike shop and had them configure it the way I wanted it.

DFB: So you bought a used frame?

Laura: I bought a frame, and a special Brooks saddle–Do you know them? You know what I’m talking about, the man knows his bikes–the tires are colorful, I bought the handlebars…

DFB: Now we have to see it. The anticipation is too much.

Laura: I almost have it. There it is! This is when it was super new. Now the tires are a little more faded. If you see this bike around Frankfurt don’t you dare destroy it! It happens a lot in Frankfurt, bikes disappear. So far I’ve been lucky. This is the bike I got from my mum. I think it’s so cool to have two bikes as one person, because I can show visitors around via bike. When someone says “Show me Frankfurt!” I’m always like “What am I supposed to show you?” Auf der Zeil, ugh, or maybe the bridge. But it’s great to just ride around a little, see everything, experience everything, you don’t get that from a car.

DFB: Do you have any special memories or people that are particularly important to you? Friends or family?

Laura: Oh yeah by the way, friends and family are super important to me too.

DFB: We’ll just edit that in at the start of the video.

Laura: Who wouldn’t say that? Just to be clear: friends and family are incredibly important to me. Since Feli explained her tattoos I’ll just copy her, this tattoo signifies my relationships with other people, family, friends. It’s not obvious, people always think it’s a QR code or a tree, but it’s actually two silhouettes overlapping one another. If you know those statues of people that fade into each other, that’s what this is inspired by.

DFB: Back with the creativity, Laura.

Laura: Totally. I sketched it myself! I designed most of my tattoos myself and just brought them to the shop.

DFB: Cool.

Laura: The best.

DFB: And nobody else will have the same one.

Laura: Exactly.

DFB: And if it turns out ugly at least you can say it’s yours.

Laura: Yeah! Before you say anything, I made this. What would you like to say again?

Special moments? In a way I feel lucky that I haven’t had one big defining moment in my life, because they often turn out to be tough situations. I feel like I’m on a continuous path instead of experiencing gigantic moments that I had to overcome or learn how to handle. I’m just living my life and try to do it right, so there hasn’t been one big life defining event. I feel like my life is like a staircase. I take it step by step, I don’t skip anything, but at the same time I’ve been so lucky that nothing really bad has happened to me.

DFB: Anything else you’d like to say to the people out there?

Laura: Stay true.

[crvstybowlofcereal]

Having the motivation to deep clean shit At Night and my back is being fucky (at least my cane came today)

I've been paralyzed by the deep clean feeling like a demand bc I really want a fresh reset before NYD (religious symbolism and shit) but I don't feel like I'm making progress.

I can't vacuum the couches or the floors bc everyone is asleep, I can't scrub the baseboards bc I can't get low enough and keep getting up and down, I scrubbed the walls yesterday with magic eraser but there wasn't much change. I just deep cleaned the fucking washing machine? Twice? I can't even put the cleaning supplies away and out of the kitchen bc there's a leak under the sink that my dad can't fix (not leaking majorly, but in a stupid spot)

Luckily I started my deep cleaning spree a few days ago, so that's pretty much all there's left to do other than like. Actual basic cleaning that's otherwise routine but has been neglected in favor of the nooks and crannies.

I have been DREADING cleaning the kitchen though. Oh shit I wanted to clean out the pantries and I never even got to that. But I don't normally dread basic/routine cleaning usually. Sure I forget I have to do it, but this month I'm having a strong aversion to cleaning the damn kitchen

It's okay though. I have most of tomorrow, but I do have a NYE event to go to in the evening (reminds me I want to clean my makeup brushes) but if I can't get it done tomorrow it's not like I Cant do it Monday or even Tuesday. I would just Like to have it done tomorrow. And if there's something I forgot, I've got it covered with my weekly cleaning chart I made myself, and I plan to start routine deep cleaning every month, so it's not to difficult when I do get to it.

Also I need to find some NYE and NYD spells/rituals to do, I want to get back into actively practicing my craft and religion, and I want to get my altar set back up. BUT ANYWAY. Happy NYE in *checks watch* 3 minutes after posting

[brightgnosis]

Got pretty much everything I needed to done before noon today.

Doctor's appointment went great. She was really happy to hear that the Meloxicam we put me on a couple months ago has pretty much knocked out my joint pain. So we're going to keep me on that. Aside from that, my labs came back fairly clean.

I do have some semi-self correcting Anemia, so she went ahead and put me on a prescription Iron supplement for when I'm menstruating, just to make sure it doesn't fall too low during those points. Especially since the Iron that I need isn't easily found around here OTC. And she read a study that showed that people with Fibro do better with higher Vitamin D, so since I'm usually deficient in D and have an issue remembering to take my D supplements, she prescribed once weekly D2 for 3 weeks to build up my D storage, and daily D3; we're going to see if having it in a script bottle helps me remember to actually take it, vs trying to remember to take them on top of my usual meds.

Other than that, everything looks great.

Got the original dress I ordered shipped off for return today- and the new one in the correct size surprised me by arriving right afterwards this afternoon (a day early). It still pulls a bit at the buttons in the front, so I'll still have to wear a bit of a compressive bra to stop that. But that's honestly just an issue with button front dresses (and shirts) in general when you're endowed. And I can tell that if I go up one more size just to accommodate my breasts even more, the rest of the dress is no longer going to fit me. So I just have to live with it.

Either way, it's still much more comfortable and I actually fit in it this time. I am really disappointed in the other one I bought, however.

I'd ordered a second, white, dress alongside it because it's traditional to wear white on certain holidays- and it was fairly cheap, being on sale ... But I'm just ... Not loving it on me at all? It shows my weight in a way that makes me look very dumpy and I hate it. I tried taking in the shoulder seams to see if that'd help the issue since the shoulders were too big anyways, and honestly it just made it worse somehow? So I think I'm going to pick out the alterations and return it; I just won't wear white this holiday cycle.

I forgot how badly clothes shopping gives me major Dysphoria in general 😔 This whole situation with both dresses has literally been the worst for my relationship with my body again ... And to think it was finally getting better now that I was stable, and I've been excited to be gaining weight again finally after struggling with my health for so many years.

On the upside, though, we were too tired to cook after errands. So we stopped and got Burger King for lunch today- and the weather was so nice, we decided to take it out to our favorite spot at the lake and eat instead of just going home like usual. So that was really lovely, getting to watch the water and feel the cool air ... We finally talked about the Farm a bit more while we were out there, too.

I want out of this damned house. And if we're going to take the farm as the way of making that happen, then we need to start working on it. Because it's going to be years worth of work to get it back into livable condition again; we can't just sit here on our rear ends every weekend playing Baldur's Gate together and being lazy. So I pushed, and we made our final decision on it: They want someone to take care of the farm, and we want out of here. So that's that.

As far as we're concerned, however, they're the ones responsible for the major financial repairs- especially putting the damned thing back on the foundation. Because it's not only in their name still and they're the ones that have the insurance on it, but they're also the ones that let it fall into that state to begin with. That should be on them in the end- not us ... But we'll help them fix it up and do what we can, as far as we can, so long as the understanding is that we do get it at the end. And I put my foot down, too, about us getting to make any design decisions that come up as well, because we'll be getting it; it's not going to be their house. We deserve to be the ones to make those choices as we go, if we'll be the ones taking it over.

So ... I guess we'll see how this actually goes- and whether or not it'll actually even happen. Because it seems like any time someone makes plans for the farm, they eventually wind up at the bottom of the pond somehow. So we'll just have to see.

[dollfaceksj]

okay clovey baby here’s my analysis <3 but before that I’m so glad you’re feeling better & your family is safe !<3

So when I first started reading I’m like “okay! Damn here we go!” But then as I’m reading I’m like “who tf is this!?” & then I found out it was Yoongi & I was like 🤪🤪🤪. But then I read that the time skip was TWO MONTHS!!! Two months of no jk!!!?!? That little shit didn’t show his face all that time?! in my last ask I mentioned how it’d be crazy if they fell off for a bit (I did not imagine 2 months, I love it tho bcs as you know, certified slut for angst!) & yoongi would show her why she doesn’t need jk (we all know she does) & that’s exactly what happened! Unbeknownst to jk (or maybe not👀) while he was too busy with his head stuck up his ass, yoongi & Oc have been spending all this time together. Blowing her back out? Flowers? Weekly outings to eat? :(((( YOONGI IS SO YUMMYYYY. I wonder how jk felt seeing oc looking all pretty in her Halloween costume! & I also noticed how there was no interaction mentioned between the friend group & jk during the party, the only time we saw him was because oc had to use the bathroom. So it made me wonder, was jk watching oc & yoongi dancing on the dance floor & all close up together from afar?! Was he in the bathroom trying to get his shit together, only to come out & be met with the source of his internal conflict? (Remember I’m an overthinker, so this is me doing just that) I can also agree with the other anons, that I full on thought that oc would catch jk & one of his girls coming out the bathroom looking properly fucked. I’m glad oc didn’t have to go through that :( The phone call between her & tae? Omg so cute, total bestie vibes when they start talking about Jin & joon! But then when he starts mentioning the camping trip??? My heart dropped to my ass too because I started thinking … what if he actually heard oc & jk & not joon&jin !!!! Also the whole Tae having a key thing???? Yeah, I see that going LEFT very quick! Now. jk showing up after literal months! Soaking wet from the rain? Drunk!? I would’ve wanted to shut the door in his face too if he wasn’t in the state he was in! Oc is a literal angel taking such gentle care of him, the getting down on her knees to take of his shoes, showering him, brushing his teeth, skin care, combing his hair, dressing him up?!???? Literal wifey vibes or mommy vibes if you will. I know for a fact that level of domesticness (dk if this is even a word) definitely made jk fall even more! Who wouldn’t? It pisses me off how he waited this long! & how he showed up in a state where you can’t even yell at him because he’s so drunk & vulnerable, it wouldn’t even feel right or fair. I hate how he admits he was “fine” without her & he could’ve kept up if he basically never saw her again. I hate how he’s so sweet & fessing up, even though he not sober :(. I loved the parallel between when she apologized & now him. The way he spoke the words she wrote out for him :( the way she turned her back to him this time :( but wait, him saying he’s in loveeee??? Is he actually though? I hate to ask because I’m just thinking about his attactchment issues, so is this him maybe confusing the two? Did he maybe love her before they even started sleeping together? Bcs from what I recall, their recent relationship has been made up of lots of cute banter, occasional fucking, lots of intimate kissing but not really too much getting to know each other, like in a bonding sense. So maybe did he like her before & then fall in love during the new untitled relationship they started? Or should she really not listen to him because he’s drunk? I have a personal conflict between the whole “drunk thoughts are sober feelings” thing so maybe this is me projecting. But I wanna hear him explain how/when he feel in love with oc because I still haven’t forgot about tae saying he thinks he’s still in love with his ex! I hate how he walked hour on her again, it seems like a pattern now. He needs to put on his big boy pants and learn to communicate & not run away. Each time he does he always leaves oc in a vulnerable state :( I absolutely loved this chapter & hope that … hold up 1/2

i enjoyed reading this so much i read it twice 😭 thank u for this! i was giggling reading ur questions cause i know the answers hehehehe

yesyes. i love u. thank u.

it will all become clear in due time

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Have you ever had the desire to write your initials in wet cement?

Ever gone mountain biking?

What do you want to be when you grow up?

What's the right tip?

Have you called a plumber to your home lately?

How superstitious are you?

How much money would it take to make you spend a night at a cemetery?

Do you display this as a trophy?

Do you have a pet?

Do you have a sweet tooth?

Do you believe in the power of a curse?

Have you had your hearing tested lately?

Planning a trip soon?

Can you remember the tallest man you've ever seen?

Do you love to go a-wandering beneath the clear blue sky?

Have you noticed what big star's real estate agent's have become?

Are you careful with your personal records?

Does your computer ever seem to have a mind of it's own?

Have you ever visited a china town section at a major city?

Have you ever visited a flea market?

Have you ever visited a truck stop?

Did you ever had a job as a waiter?

Have you noticed how many successful restaurants are theme based these days?

Does your computer ever seem to have a mind of it's own?

This isn't one of the questions in that section, and I still don't really know what it means, but yes, my computer at various times has:

1) frozen the browser (and crashed the computer) after opening more than a dozen windows of the same browser on different websites

2) crashed the browser (and deleted itself from the list of apps) because it ran out of available memory

3) crashed the browser (and deleted the book I'm reading) because I forgot to tell it to quit the previous window and reopen a new one and keep going to the last window I had open, leaving it with not a single open browser window

4) crash the computer from a sudden loss of memory

5) crash the computer with a message from Google Chrome saying there was an unknown problem and the computer needed to shut down

6) freeze itself from being asked too many questions by a website

7) and finally, of course, immediately after that, after I had a lot of spare memory I didn't know I had, crashed and had to start over from the start when I closed the browser, which deleted itself from the apps list and took some other things with it, and then the browser crashed again, and started deleting things again, and then I had to start over again from the start after that, and then it took a while to figure out that the computer was no longer crashing, and I forgot what happened after that

8) crash the computer by trying to run an.exe from a folder I had downloaded, because I wanted to know what it meant

9) crash the computer by running too many windows in the same browser and I closed one too many windows of the same browser to close the program that had been running that browser and then all of a sudden I had a blank screen with the program that had been running that browser and the only way to get it back to normal was to restart the computer

10) freeze itself for a moment from being asked more questions on a website

Are you careful with your personal records?

I used to keep a daily calendar, but that has gotten old and I have fallen out of the habit, although I recently started using a Toddler to take notes on the calendar-like interface. I have kept a weekly calendar in one case for a while and in another case I tried to write down a list of events and tasks at the beginning of the month and then sorta lost track of it, but that was back when I wasn't a total failure at keeping track of things.

Has a doctor ever told you you might have a neurological problem?

The only doctors who've told me this kind of thing were doctors I knew from my time in college, one of whom told me about a time when I had a headache for several hours and told him he should send me to the hospital right away, and that I might have a tumor, and the other one was more like "you have bad eye vision but that might be due to something else (if I remember what) and anyway you might want to get some new glasses or something, and also maybe you should see a specialist about this stuff."

Do you love to go a-wandering beneath the clear blue sky?

Very much. I have a strong desire to go walking along the ocean whenever I can, even though the Pacific Northwest is not exactly underwater. I guess this is mostly about the desire to hear the sound of the sea, I can't really describe it any other way.

Have you ever visited a china town section at a major city?

Yes. I went to the Chongqing (not to be confused with the Chongqing of the Three Kingdoms/Ten Provinces Wars in the early-to-mid 1700s), and the Dinghai (the name of a nearby town) parts in Tibet.

Do you think your house has a spirit?

Yes, and also sometimes it's the spirit of history, and sometimes it's the spirit of nature, and sometimes the spirit of politics, and sometimes it's the spirit of the people who live in it, and sometimes the spirit of me, and so forth.

Some houses have spirit houses, so there is that to think about. But I do think of my house as having the spirit, in some sense (in the same way that I think I know what the spirit is of the person I live with).

Ever wondered what the ocean's deep blue heart feels?

Sometimes, yes. I've wondered whether there are certain things I have forgotten in my lifetime and will have to rediscover in another lifetime, and whether some of them I might rediscover as I die, and what they would feel like if I could experience them now.

Planning a trip soon?

Next year I want to drive up the coast to Nass Head in Connecticut. This is just a one-step plan that I intend to execute in the next year.

When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

Maybe a year ago. (I told a girlfriend in the fall about last summer that I had decided not to move in with her after all, so I'm counting this as "told a lot of people I loved them." I told my sister that I liked a song she wrote, which seemed sufficient.)

This may count as the same question asked in a slightly different way, depending on which person it is that you're trying to tell.

If someone tells me I should have been their friend as a kid

[sixstepsaway]

So, uh, you regularly use your bullet journal, huh? If you don't mind me asking, any tips on keeping up with one? Asking for a friend of course. -dd anon

Not so much tips, but I'll tell you what works for me:

I don't use one of those Leuchtturm notebook type things? I use a binder. I have an A5 (5.83 x 8.27 in, since I know the US doesn't use As for their papers, I don't think) leather binder and I have a set of blue plastic A5 file type binders on my shelf.

I use a binder because my brain does not like the rigidity of the notebook style. If I fuck it up, I'm just...stuck with it? If I want to add a habit tracker before my weekly spread, if I've already done my weekly spread I can't. If I want to have a certain note section (like my RegEx reference sheet) close at hand, it can only be where I put it.

I bought a 3 - 3 hole punch and a box of A5 paper that's lasted me since 2018 so far, and I put pages in and out as I want.

I put stickers/designs on my binder to personalize it.

I enjoy art, a lot, so I treat my bujo as a pretty good way of doing some art and enjoying myself. So, towards the middle of every month (usually; I totally fucked this up in April and ended up doing my May spread literally on the fly week-to-week) I open my Pinterest board and I scroll through my sections and decide what kind of design I want to do for the next month. This month (June) is watermelon. It came out real cute. Last month I did a ship/nautical theme, but as it was such a rush I didn't really do a lot of it. I did the main cover page and the weeklies were all black with no real embellishments. I try to do a pretty spread for weeklies and a nice cover every month. I also do a dividing section of a nice "Welcome, [Season]" page to help remind my brain where we are in the year, a little.

I have some tabbed dividers I put in my bujo. Behind the first is my year-round stuff, so I have things like what I've watched, what I've achieved, subs on my currently abandoned Sims yt channel (see: internet being 500kb/s), plans and intentions for the year, year at a glance etc. I did all of my 2022 yearly pages last December. Behind the second divider is the month I'm currently in. If I do the next month soon enough, it goes right after. Behind the third divider is all the other months. So right now my bujo goes: 2022 | June | January | February | March | April | May | Notes Section. This way the current month is always at the front and easily accessible, and my year round is on hand too.

I have a three-surface set-up in my shoebox room. My main desk, with my monitor and keyboard etc, is front, then to the left I have my art desk I can turn around and work at. Behind me I have a trolley I built a couple of months ago. Because I have spare surface room and a spot I spend the majority of my time, my bujo lives, open to today/this week, beside my keyboard, permanently. Specifically, mine is directly to the right (as I use my mouse left-handed), always where I can see it, in front of whatever tea I am currently drinking and my water bottle. It's always there. No out-of-sight-out-of-mind allowed. I used a ring-bound notebook briefly last year before I bust my bujo back out properly and any day I moved it, I forgot it existed. So, my bujo lives right here. I don't go out so it doesn't go anywhere. Sometimes it gets moved to my bed so I can make a note I need to make, but it always goes back where it came from immediately. I think this is the most important point for me tbh.

Because my binder can't hold endless amounts of paper, when a 6-month period ends I take those six months out and put them in one of the plastic binders on my shelf. The second six months go after it, along with the year pages, and that binder becomes the year binder. I haven't fully done this yet, as I've only really perfected managing to keep my bujo up this year (but I've kept it up since January 1st, and since November if you include my using my notepad briefly), but I have my old pages in one of them. It works for me.

I start the next month/year early, so my brain can't trick me by going, "Oh, you can't use your bujo, you didn't finish it." And if I fail at that like I did in April for May, I just bully my brain into letting me manage for a month. It's not the end of the world.

There is apparently a text block limit so, here's a break to see some of my pages/designs etc:

The nautical one for May was somewhat hastily done (I colored it in later, but I don't have a photo rn) and I'm sad about that. Might do another nautical one later this year, who knows.

I experiment every month. Different colors, different theme, different style, different hand-written fonts, different vibes, different experimentation. Keeps it fresh and makes me look forward to the next month. I don't do it in bulk for the whole year because idk what I'll be into by August, and because I'll be bored of whatever I did by then.

Every month I do a cover and my weekly spread. Those are my only requirements, but I can do more if I want to.

I experimented with the best way to do weekly spreads early this year. January I did boxes but no dutch door, February (up there) I did dutch door with no boxes. I hated the no boxes, I really like having things tidily put together? But I loved dutch door because I could put a little calendar on one side and notes/goals/to-dos/whatever where I could see them week to week without having to turn pages! Once I figured that out, my weekly spreads were easier to draw out and easier to use, and I could still experiment with the design (sometimes I cut out the side, sometimes the bottom, maybe next month I'll do the top! Who knows?) and have fun with it. The only month since February I haven't done dutch-door is last month and that was because I was literally doing each week on the fly in panic. I was doing the week I was on as I was on it the one week, it was a disaster lmao

I bought a snazzy rainbow bookmark and hole punched it and I use that to keep my page in my bujo, so I can get back to it easy when I have to close it (my ducks throw water everywhere when they're up here with me)

I have a simple key for my goals etc. Circles for things I need to do, circles with a clockface for things that are on a time-limit, circles with a > for things I'm bumping to another day, crossed out circles for things I no longer have to do for whatever reason. I fill in the circles when I've done the thing, which is great for my brain, and because my bujo and pens are right next to me, I can do it easily on the go.

Squares (with the same basic pattern) are for things I'd quite like to do but they're not pressing to-dos, just a good idea.

I added some other simple keys for things I use sometimes. I have a little pill capsule for logging any meds I take beside my normal (so the last 5 weeks I've been adding a little "💊 Elvanse [x]mg, #/7" so I know which day of my titration I'm on and which level I'm on. If I take a nytol or a melatonin or ibuprofen, I can write that down if I feel I should). A little bell is an event. An exclamation with a heart for its dot is a note. I had other ones but I've never used them.

This month I added a little side piece to my daily boxes. I put a ☀ and a 🌙 and under each I put, with my tiny little 0.05 fineliner (which I use for any writing I do in my bujo, to-dos etc) little daily to-dos of brushing my teeth, doing my skincare, taking my meds morning and night. It was a fun experiment and it's working for me, so I'll continue it next month! If it didn't work and I didn't use it, that's okay, it was just an experiment!

When the end of the month comes, at the end of the last day of the month I write out how the month went, either on a sheet I set up in advance all pretty, or just a normal plain sheet I add. I say what worked (dutch door, little suns and moon sections), what didn't work (no boxes, leaving it until the last moment) and what I want to change next month (add a mood tracker to my dutch door? not write week when I meant month?), then I move that entire month to the back of the second section, where I can get to it if I need to, and write out my to-dos for the next day.

I write tomorrow's to-dos before bed every night when I'm ticking off my meds, and add anything I might forget to them during the day.

I also added a "PRIORITY" top section to my boxes, usually in a complimentary color (this month's colors are green, yellowgreen and pink for watermelon, so the PRIORITY is in a nice green), and I got sick of writing "PRIORITY:" repeatedly, so this month it's a cute "!:" instead, which is the same thing.

welp ran out of space again. MORE BULLETS:

I love habit trackers but they do not work for me if I have to turn a page to get to them, which is why the sun/moon is working so nicely. I might expand it next month.

If I can't see something, it just doesn't exist, so anything important has to stay within my line of vision, hence dutch door and keeping my bujo right next to me.

I don't beat myself up if I don't do all my goals, I just focus on what I did do and use it as a way of managing my working memory rather than scolding myself. Monday my goals were to work on my sewing, start July, reply to my titration nurse, write, work on the ores for my modpack, shower, and post some metas on AO3. I did 5/7 of those things and showering was a square not a circle, so it doesn't even count. I did well, and having it written down reminds me to try again tomorrow, if applicable.

If I have ^ all those on my to-do list, and then I realize I need to, idk, clean my desk, I will add cleaning my desk to the list, so I can tick it off as done when I've done it, even if I'm already halfway through.

I've talked around this a few times but I'mma say it plainly: if something isn't working for me I discard it and try something else. Habit tracker? Gone and incorporated into the dailies. Mood tracker? Put it on my dutch door this month and have forgotten it most of the time, so I might put it on the left side (closest) instead of the right side next month and see if that helps? Too tired to do anything complex? Simple spread to get me through the month. Not enough energy to do a proper cover? Slap the name of the month down, color it, shove it in. Solved.

I might enjoy making pretty bujos and enjoying the artistic side of it, but it's my bujo, and aside from my parents seeing my designs when they stand by my desk, it doesn't have to be for anyone except me. All that matters is what works for me and what I enjoy.

So, the tl;dr and the tips I extrapolated from this ramble:

Experimentation with colors/designs/themes to keep it feeling new and fresh. Incorporate any hyperfixations in, if it helps (nautical theme lmao).

Discard anything that doesn't work, try new things every month until something sticks, then change its design rather than its function.

Please yourself and no one else, it's your bujo. Use it for what you need help with (working memory, in my case, rather than motivation or intense tracking of what I'm doing. I'm more likely to forget I wanted to do something to begin with, than I am to just not do it).

If you have problems like I do where you mess it up and you don't want to be stuck with it, swap to a binder you can move pages in and out of.

Keep it close and within your line of vision, open if possible.

Write down doing your bujo things on your bujo. Sounds stupid but if I write down "Start July" I have more of a chance of actually starting July than if I just imagine I'll get it done eventually.

Bookmark so you don't have to sift through pages.

Hope this maybe helps a little!

[cinnabun-faerie]

Favorite Characters Ranking!

A/N: So, before I may have said I was gonna make it weekly, and forgot about it 😅 so why not just do it every month or so. There always seems to be new developments. Also I would love to do more rankings on characters or series' or games

You can find the first ranking list here !

Warning: Potential spoilers (FFXIV especially). Most of this is just me simping and being in love with these characters.

Ranking Notes:

Haurchefant/Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus will always be best boys in my heart

Danganronpa will not be included in the ranking this time as all my ranks for the characters remain the same

I'm adding Blush Blush/Crush Crush characters for fun

characters with go up or down on the chart by how much I hyper-focus on them or spend time thinking of them (interacting with them if they are in games)

if characters go down in rank, it doesn't mean I love them less or hate them. I have to put 'em somewhere

this is just for fun

#10 Erenville, Diavolo, Mina, Finn, Bonnibel

Honestly I just need more Erenville content at this point.

Dia has gone down one but he's not complete off the list. I really like some of the mini stories on devilgram in the game 👀

Mina 🥰🥰 She's amazing

I like Finn's story and he has such a cool design

Bonnibel 🥰🥰🥰🥰 She's the sweetest southern belle and honestly she was my favorite when I first played the game (as there was not many girls at the time)

#9 Aymeric, Luke, Tsuyu, William, Eva

Aymeric went from fourth to nine

I miss him, that's all I have to say.

LUKE IS MY SON and I love him.

Tsu is amazing. Big sister vibes from her for sure.

Will is an amazing dude and honestly he's quite the romantic character 👀

Eva is just so sweet and cute and honestly she's a badass cause she's a mecha pilot.

#8 Y'shtola, Thirteen, Jiro, Stirling, Charlotte

I don't think Thirteen even moved a spot. She stays mostly cause I haven't really gotten to any story with her. But when I do 😈 fellas beware as she will take the top spot.

Y'shtola & Jiro went down one 😭 I hope they get higher soon. Especially since Jiro is my favorite female in MHA

Stirling is very intriguing since he's a vampire and a figure skater

honestly he's mesmerizing

And Charlotte, I love that she's a goth girl. If I'm honest, in another world, I would love to have her style

#7 Emet-Selch, Belphie, Aizawa, Basil, Lake

Emet-Selch is a joy. I just love and appreciate him so much more after Endwalker. I want more of him honestly.

Bels may have went down one, but that's okay. I want to squish him and cuddle him.

I'm kinda sad that Aizawa dropped. But honestly so many of them kinda pushed past him. With the current season of mha that I'm on, I'm sure that he'll be back near the top. Also, I notice that I'm very much attracted to the dad/parent type characters.

Basil 😭 I'm telling you, I want to see him be a main boy. He's kind of a Sherlock-esque character. But I think his name is more in homage to the Great Mouse Detective? Even still, I LOVED his mini story. I just love him.

Lake has to be here after Sawyer! They come in a pair. Honestly I find her so interesting. She's a painter/artist so she has a lot of knowledge of famous artworks. Just overall, she's super cute.

#6 Haurchefant, Simeon, Hawks, Cashew, Sawyer

So Haurchefant may have dropped on my list, but he's the bestest boy anyone did see

Honestly no matter where he ranks, my heart stays with him

Okay so Simeon seemed to just have dropped cause the others told him to move out of their way *cough* Mammon/Satan *cough*

I need to focus more on him again 😤 I miss him 😔🥺

Hawks really crashed into me and cupid hit me with an arrow & I just love him. I like his personality and he's attractive 👀

Okay, so Cashew is super cute. He has been since he was a Phone Fling in the game. Now that's a main boy in the game 👀 with voice lines, I've fallen for his puns and him.

Sawyer is just amazing. She's sweet and she's got a bright personality. Honestly her chemistry with her best friend Lake (who's going to be added as a main girl next, I'm so excited) just adds to her likeness.

#5 G'raha Tia, Mammon, Tamaki, Cole, Lotus

It shocks me to see G'raha go from #1 to 5!

Everyone knows me well enough now to know that I'm a major G'raha Tia simp, so this is a surprise to us all

I love him still but some of the others have stolen away my attention

Mammon is not giving up his spot so easily, so he's at #5 once again

But I'm surprised he hasn't gone up. I'm been kinda focused on him too lately. But I guess not to the extent of those in ranks 1 to 4

I've finally made it through season 4 so I definately appreciate and love Tamaki so much more. I know a lot more about him now, which is great too.

Cole used to be my all time favorite Blush Blush character. Yes, he may be a little (a lot) on the Yandere side, but I still love him (It's the voice. Definately the voice).

I LOVE LOTUS. She is probably one of the few ladies that I loved since the day they were added to the game. I love that they keep giving her little story stuff. I would really love to see her join the other main girls.

#4 Estinein, Solomon, Denki, Cole, Ruri

Estinien moves from fifth to fourth!

Honestly Estinien is amazing. I love his so much. The fact that he has beaten three of my best contenders is wild. I'm just waiting for him to break the iron grip of Urianger and take the #2 spot. Honestly I need more of him in upcoming FFXIV stuff. The new adventure stuff with him? Amazing.

Solomon has been plaguing my mind as of late. I guess I haven't given him much attention. Not to mention his song is coming out soon I think. I am awaiting that excitedly.

Denki is just so cute and energetic whenever I see him in the anime. I just wanna kiss his cheeks and tell him how much I appreciate him. Honestly I need a little bit of sunshine like him in my life.

Hehe, Volks. I just adore him. What more can I say. He's the sweetest tsundere 💕

Ruri has been in the top of my favorites since they released her into the game. She's just so cool and I enjoy her dialogue.

Honestly I've been saying for a while that she's my ideal girl in that game

#3 Hermes, Levi, Izuku, Scale, Sirina

I adore Hermes. I have since I've seen him. And just rewatching the cutscenes again, only seemed to fuel that love and adoration for him

So Levi moved from fourth place to third place due to me just having more of an attachment to him lately. That and I can relate to him a lot too. And I just wanna cuddle him and give him so much love. He deserves it.

Izuku also moved from fourth place to third! Same reason as Levi really. I've appreciated and loved him so much more as of late.

And it could also be the fact that I have a cute body pillow of him too 🥺🥰

Scale was actually my favorite boy for a time, and I'm kinda sad that he's third place now. Honestly he's just so adorable.

Also, he was a dragon boy previously, so that was actually kinda cool. It would be good to know that he's a ninja that likes to do the Naruto run.

Sirina seemed to be my favorite next to to Peanut. Honestly it's a tie but I don't wanna do a double-ranking so she landed in third.

#2 Urianger, Barbatos, Kirishima, Poe, Peanut

Urianger & Barbatos remain at spot #2 !

Let's be honest here and admit that I've just been too deprieved of Urianger lately and that's why he's here

maybe he's got an iron grip on me or something

Barbatos is my love so he stays

And Kiri was pushed out of his top spot by Kitkat (Bakugou) 😔 I still love him lots though

Poe has been on my radar since they added him to Blush Blush 👀 and just replaying his little storyline again, I just found so much more love for him

Peanut was my all time favorite but as you can plainly see, she has been bested by Mallory

#1 Fandaniel, Satan, Bakugou, Seth, Mallory

Fandaniel has been ruining my life lately

also this is the first time he's made it in my top 10!

Naturally, Tannie reigns supreme as the only one in the ranking that remained the same

Kitkat (Bakugou) is also ruining my life wtf

I don't want to admit it, but I am emotionally attached to him

not to mention I can barely sleep at night, but whenever I listen to Bakugou sleep asmr, I can sleep easily

he might just be my main comfort character as this very moment

🥺 they just released Seth as a main boy and I'm just so in love with him

🥰 Mallory 🥰 she deserves the whole world and more