#instead of learning everything off youtube

[callmeakaashi]

– a prayer for you ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

synopsis: geto suguru just wants to be the perfect dad and husband. being those things to the people he loves sometimes tears him up like nothing he's ever experienced. genre: dad!geto. that's it. that's all. wc: 679 warnings: positive emotional angst. yearning for youth. parent anxiety. taglist: @chososbbygrl notes: i've been writing so much sad shit lately, so let's giggle and kick our feet just a little tonight y'all

4am never feels that early until it really just is. night ending as the light attempts to creep into your windows, illuminating each other's faces.

the left side of the comforter shifted as your husband stirred from the bed.

he's gotten phenomenal at not waking you, regardless of how he moved. it's been happening for months now.

your daughter slept well throughout the night, so it wasn't really even necessary anymore.

in fact, she'd just turned five weeks ago.

quick padded steps down the hallway crept, as you rolled over to his side – slipping deeper into your slumber.

truth is, he'd had been struggling to sleep - for months now.

grabbing a lighter off the counter, he moved to the living room. his legs crossed as he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

the warmth from the lighter brightened his face as he burned incense and turned the speaker on. fingers moving fast across the screen as he swiped through playlists until finding the perfect one.

the wedding one.

"hmm." he sighed, a smile tugging at his lips.

he shut his eyes and took a breath.

"i'm a capable dad and a loving husband," he sighed.

"watch over her today, tomorrow, and every day that i may not be able to."

and now those same padded footsteps made their way to the kitchen to make your daughter's lunch for preschool.

the baby phase was easy. it's elementary school that scares him.

thoughts crept in.

being bullied, not understanding subjects, teachers overlooking her, making friends and not wanting to be "his little girl" anymore.

her not being treated like the special little sweetheart she is.

they all scared the shit out of him.

he'd never tell you though. cause if you admitted you were having the same thoughts – it would make this out of anyone's control.

and that was something he could never admit.

but the one thing he could control is how he'd want the world to be prepared for your daughter.

softly. delicately.

with perfect precision, care, and love.

so yes, the sticky notes were in the kitchen.

but in the drawer below there was the sparkly blue marker he used to write notes for her. the note was always on top of the tupperware.

and yes, there were charms on the bathroom floor.

she'd been obsessed with making bracelets so one day while you and her were out, he learned how to make them.

sitting through youtube videos for hours on facetime with shoko, his fingers worked and he laughed as he cut more string, trying over and over again until perfection.

he now had three. one with each of your names.

he texted gojo asking for dad advice – even when he said he had none.

he placed her lunch box in the fridge and made his way back down the hallway, this time making a right turn instead of a left.

her room.

clicking the handle down and pushing the door forward, there she was.

still sleeping, sprawled out and quiet.

his eyes softened and a chuckle caught in his throat.

for a moment everything was silent. the world stood still. this mini version of the person he loved the most. she laid in front of him - in all of her little glittery glory.

the love of his life. outside of you, obviously.

silent steps made their way to her purple canopy bed where stuffed animals from claw machines that he'd won for her were littered throughout.

she hugged her build-a-bear, the one she'd gotten for her birthday.

he beamed now, softly pulling the covers further over her before kissing her forehead.

"be kind and never dim your light. that's all i want for you," he whispered, before turning to head back to your room.

but his heart ached as she grabbed the hem of his shirt instinctively, holding one of her two favorite people in her little fists.

and he couldn't help but stay.

if that meant you slept alone for half a night - he could take that.

because she'd never be this little forever.

please do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©callmeakaashi 2025.

[anything-pov]

Reader is a WOC and Emily wants to learn how to do their hair for when they have kids in the future

Reader lets her play around in it and falls asleep

when they wake Emily has a tutorial of how to braid hair up on the tv while trying to follow the instructions in readers hair

Reader hearts swells with love and passionately kisses Emily.

The End :)

Enjoy :)

The Learning Process 🎀

The living room was warm with afternoon light, golden rays spilling over the couch where Y/N sat cross-legged, half-watching a nature documentary and half-scrolling on her phone.

She wore a soft hoodie and worn sweatpants, her long braids tied into a loose high ponytail that still grazed her shoulder blades. The house smelled like cinnamon tea and fresh laundry.

Everything about the moment was quiet and slow, until Emily appeared in the doorway with that specific look, the one that made Y/N set her phone down without even being asked.

Emily padded over in thick socks and one of Y/N's old shirts, oversized and comfy. She stood behind the couch, biting her lip a little. Y/N tilted her head. “What’s up, babe?”

Emily exhaled. “Will you teach me how to braid?” Y/N blinked. “My hair?” Emily nodded, then climbed over the back of the couch and sat behind Y/N, legs on either side, hands hesitating just above her shoulders.

“Not just your hair. I wanna know for... ” she paused, cheeks pinking slightly, “... our future kids. If they’ve got your curls, your texture, I want to be able to care for it. For them.”

Y/N didn’t answer at first. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. Her chest rose slowly as she turned just enough to look at Emily over her shoulder.

The love in her eyes was instant, soft, deep, and trembling a little. “You serious?” she asked, barely above a whisper. Emily only nodded again, her hand reaching to gently touch a braid. “Show me.”

So, Y/N scooted closer to the edge of the couch, explaining how she parted her hair, what products she used depending on texture and curl pattern, how she sectioned everything off to keep it clean.

She guided Emily’s hands through the motion of a simple three-strand braid, gently correcting her fingers, occasionally glancing up at the TV as she talked.

Her voice lulled into something low and soft, sleepy. The slow rhythm of teaching, the comfort of being between Emily’s legs, made her eyes close somewhere halfway through the second demonstration.

Emily noticed. She smiled as Y/N's head tilted forward just slightly, her breathing evening out. Warmth bloomed in her chest. She reached for the remote, turned on YouTube, and found a video titled “Braiding 101: For Beginners Learning Black Hair.”

She turned the volume low and began to practice, over and over, undoing the braid she’d just made and trying again. She listened closely, eyes flicking between the screen and Y/N's head.

Her touch was gentle. Her hands fumbled more than once, but she didn’t give up. Because this wasn’t just about hair, it was about care, about history, about showing up for the people you love in the little ways that matter.

An hour passed before Y/N stirred. Her brow furrowed as she woke, eyes fluttering open to the feeling of Emily’s hands moving slowly through her hair. She sat up straight.

Emily startled. “Sorry... d-did I wake you?”

“No, no,” Y/N said, voice still heavy with sleep. “You were… following a video?” Emily shrugged, a bit bashful. “I figured I’d keep going while you napped. I wanted to get better.”

Y/N turned fully, twisting in Emily’s lap to look at her. Really look. Her eyes were glassy, her lips parted like she might say something, but she didn’t at first.

Instead, she kissed Emily.

It wasn’t rushed or playful. It was slow and full of something that hummed beneath the surface, an overwhelmed kind of love. A future-looking, forever kind of love.

Her hands came up to cup Emily’s face, thumbs tracing over her cheekbones like a prayer. “You learning to braid for our babies,” she whispered against her lips.

“You don’t even know what that does to me.”

Emily pulled her into a hug, her nose in the crook of Y/N's neck. “I just want them to feel seen. Loved. Taken care of. By both of us.” Y/N was crying. Just a little.

Just enough that Emily felt the dampness at the edge of her collar. “I love you,” Y/N breathed, pulling back just enough to say it like it was the only truth that mattered.

“I love you more,” Emily said. Y/N laughed, watery and quiet, wrapping her arms tighter around Emily. “Okay,” she whispered. “Then you’d better practice. Because if our kid’s anything like me, you’ve got a whole jungle of curls coming.”

Emily grinned and kissed her again. “Then I’m learning every style there is.”

[eonars]

ive just signed up for my local lace guild and they have a meeting this coming saturday so i looked up the location and they meet inside a fuckin nursing home someone come lock me up before i get too cool and hip with it

[danceintheskies]

if dmmd was exactly the same but with crazy lesbian women instead you would not hear the end of it from me

[phantomrose96]

If anyone wants to know why every tech company in the world right now is clamoring for AI like drowned rats scrabbling to board a ship, I decided to make a post to explain what's happening.

(Disclaimer to start: I'm a software engineer who's been employed full time since 2018. I am not a historian nor an overconfident Youtube essayist, so this post is my working knowledge of what I see around me and the logical bridges between pieces.)

Okay anyway. The explanation starts further back than what's going on now. I'm gonna start with the year 2000. The Dot Com Bubble just spectacularly burst. The model of "we get the users first, we learn how to profit off them later" went out in a no-money-having bang (remember this, it will be relevant later). A lot of money was lost. A lot of people ended up out of a job. A lot of startup companies went under. Investors left with a sour taste in their mouth and, in general, investment in the internet stayed pretty cooled for that decade. This was, in my opinion, very good for the internet as it was an era not suffocating under the grip of mega-corporation oligarchs and was, instead, filled with Club Penguin and I Can Haz Cheezburger websites.

Then around the 2010-2012 years, a few things happened. Interest rates got low, and then lower. Facebook got huge. The iPhone took off. And suddenly there was a huge new potential market of internet users and phone-havers, and the cheap money was available to start backing new tech startup companies trying to hop on this opportunity. Companies like Uber, Netflix, and Amazon either started in this time, or hit their ramp-up in these years by shifting focus to the internet and apps.

Now, every start-up tech company dreaming of being the next big thing has one thing in common: they need to start off by getting themselves massively in debt. Because before you can turn a profit you need to first spend money on employees and spend money on equipment and spend money on data centers and spend money on advertising and spend money on scale and and and

But also, everyone wants to be on the ship for The Next Big Thing that takes off to the moon.

So there is a mutual interest between new tech companies, and venture capitalists who are willing to invest $$$ into said new tech companies. Because if the venture capitalists can identify a prize pig and get in early, that money could come back to them 100-fold or 1,000-fold. In fact it hardly matters if they invest in 10 or 20 total bust projects along the way to find that unicorn.

But also, becoming profitable takes time. And that might mean being in debt for a long long time before that rocket ship takes off to make everyone onboard a gazzilionaire.

But luckily, for tech startup bros and venture capitalists, being in debt in the 2010's was cheap, and it only got cheaper between 2010 and 2020. If people could secure loans for ~3% or 4% annual interest, well then a $100,000 loan only really costs $3,000 of interest a year to keep afloat. And if inflation is higher than that or at least similar, you're still beating the system.

So from 2010 through early 2022, times were good for tech companies. Startups could take off with massive growth, showing massive potential for something, and venture capitalists would throw infinite money at them in the hopes of pegging just one winner who will take off. And supporting the struggling investments or the long-haulers remained pretty cheap to keep funding.

You hear constantly about "Such and such app has 10-bazillion users gained over the last 10 years and has never once been profitable", yet the thing keeps chugging along because the investors backing it aren't stressed about the immediate future, and are still banking on that "eventually" when it learns how to really monetize its users and turn that profit.

The pandemic in 2020 took a magnifying-glass-in-the-sun effect to this, as EVERYTHING was forcibly turned online which pumped a ton of money and workers into tech investment. Simultaneously, money got really REALLY cheap, bottoming out with historic lows for interest rates.

Then the tide changed with the massive inflation that struck late 2021. Because this all-gas no-brakes state of things was also contributing to off-the-rails inflation (along with your standard-fare greedflation and price gouging, given the extremely convenient excuses of pandemic hardships and supply chain issues). The federal reserve whipped out interest rate hikes to try to curb this huge inflation, which is like a fire extinguisher dousing and suffocating your really-cool, actively-on-fire party where everyone else is burning but you're in the pool. And then they did this more, and then more. And the financial climate followed suit. And suddenly money was not cheap anymore, and new loans became expensive, because loans that used to compound at 2% a year are now compounding at 7 or 8% which, in the language of compounding, is a HUGE difference. A $100,000 loan at a 2% interest rate, if not repaid a single cent in 10 years, accrues to $121,899. A $100,000 loan at an 8% interest rate, if not repaid a single cent in 10 years, more than doubles to $215,892.

Now it is scary and risky to throw money at "could eventually be profitable" tech companies. Now investors are watching companies burn through their current funding and, when the companies come back asking for more, investors are tightening their coin purses instead. The bill is coming due. The free money is drying up and companies are under compounding pressure to produce a profit for their waiting investors who are now done waiting.

You get enshittification. You get quality going down and price going up. You get "now that you're a captive audience here, we're forcing ads or we're forcing subscriptions on you." Don't get me wrong, the plan was ALWAYS to monetize the users. It's just that it's come earlier than expected, with way more feet-to-the-fire than these companies were expecting. ESPECIALLY with Wall Street as the other factor in funding (public) companies, where Wall Street exhibits roughly the same temperament as a baby screaming crying upset that it's soiled its own diaper (maybe that's too mean a comparison to babies), and now companies are being put through the wringer for anything LESS than infinite growth that Wall Street demands of them.

Internal to the tech industry, you get MASSIVE wide-spread layoffs. You get an industry that used to be easy to land multiple job offers shriveling up and leaving recent graduates in a desperately awful situation where no company is hiring and the market is flooded with laid-off workers trying to get back on their feet.

Because those coin-purse-clutching investors DO love virtue-signaling efforts from companies that say "See! We're not being frivolous with your money! We only spend on the essentials." And this is true even for MASSIVE, PROFITABLE companies, because those companies' value is based on the Rich Person Feeling Graph (their stock) rather than the literal profit money. A company making a genuine gazillion dollars a year still tears through layoffs and freezes hiring and removes the free batteries from the printer room (totally not speaking from experience, surely) because the investors LOVE when you cut costs and take away employee perks. The "beer on tap, ping pong table in the common area" era of tech is drying up. And we're still unionless.

Never mind that last part.

And then in early 2023, AI (more specifically, Chat-GPT which is OpenAI's Large Language Model creation) tears its way into the tech scene with a meteor's amount of momentum. Here's Microsoft's prize pig, which it invested heavily in and is galivanting around the pig-show with, to the desperate jealousy and rapture of every other tech company and investor wishing it had that pig. And for the first time since the interest rate hikes, investors have dollar signs in their eyes, both venture capital and Wall Street alike. They're willing to restart the hose of money (even with the new risk) because this feels big enough for them to take the risk.

Now all these companies, who were in varying stages of sweating as their bill came due, or wringing their hands as their stock prices tanked, see a single glorious gold-plated rocket up out of here, the likes of which haven't been seen since the free money days. It's their ticket to buy time, and buy investors, and say "see THIS is what will wring money forth, finally, we promise, just let us show you."

To be clear, AI is NOT profitable yet. It's a money-sink. Perhaps a money-black-hole. But everyone in the space is so wowed by it that there is a wide-spread and powerful conviction that it will become profitable and earn its keep. (Let's be real, half of that profit "potential" is the promise of automating away jobs of pesky employees who peskily cost money.) It's a tech-space industrial revolution that will automate away skilled jobs, and getting in on the ground floor is the absolute best thing you can do to get your pie slice's worth.

It's the thing that will win investors back. It's the thing that will get the investment money coming in again (or, get it second-hand if the company can be the PROVIDER of something needed for AI, which other companies with venture-back will pay handsomely for). It's the thing companies are terrified of missing out on, lest it leave them utterly irrelevant in a future where not having AI-integration is like not having a mobile phone app for your company or not having a website.

So I guess to reiterate on my earlier point:

Drowned rats. Swimming to the one ship in sight.

[sheeezu]

Yes, this is a new account, I just made this. I don't care if people question the authenticity of my post, my experience as a shifter, or whatever I'm about to say.

I don't know how to use Tumblr, nor do I know how to make my post reach people who need it, nor would I be a narcissist and say "you're lucky if you found my post!" I don't mind if this reaches an audience or not, I'm glad to get everything off my chest.

Yes. I've shifted.

I have shifted realities, more times than I can count on my fingers, and that is for a very specific reason, which I'll explain later.

I'm writing this because I'm about to permashift, and no, I won't hear out any antishifters or people who don't like permashifting in general, I don't care about your opinion so don't waste my time.

Before I start, I'd like to say one thing:

I was irrational minded, I lacked belief in myself and shifting. Shifting often times felt like a chore more than a fun activity, and i have to admit, it became an unhealthy habit.

So? Why did I mention this?

Because I had been lurking around shifting communities and I realised everyone feels like this, a very (mentally) painful feeling where the lack of shifts starts acting as your biggest enemy, and the phrase:

"Shifting needs practice!"

Sounds like poison when it comes from an experienced shifter.

Though, is the phrase actually true?

No, not at all.

Shifting does not need practice!!

Here's why:

(BTW, I will explain my "method", no matter if I have time or not. Also, I don't call this reality "Current Reality", instead I call it Void reality, so don't get confused.)

The "practice" you're doing is only affecting your void reality (taking time out of your day, making you constantly think you're in your learning phase, so it doesn't exactly lead to your desired reality, does it?)

Of course, if you view it as a skill, it will in some way act like that, it'll become a skill for you, and you can never succeed on your first, second, third, hundredth try, because in your brain you have registered the fact that shifting is this grand, universal task, and that it is very difficult (because its common sense that you practice difficult things to get good at them)

Practice is a very humane and earthly act, if people have succeeded doing just practice, then good for then, they're right in their own way, but it didn't work for me, and in my opinion it's the worst way to view shifting, and often times it is demotivating, and you'll mess up you're entire journey.

Shifting is not a skill, shifting is a universal law.

I'll become more clear as I explain my journey:

My journey:

I found shifting from a random YouTube video 3 years ago. I might have only said cool and moved along.

A year later something traumatic happened in my life, which shook me so badly I needed an escape.

First of all, I chose astral projecting, but I realised I was too much of a coward to do so.

Then I came towards shifting, first DR was very typical, it was Hogwarts.

Having no knowledge whatsoever in the topics of spirituality, meditation, I went straight to methods, because they were like guides for me, I was very inexperienced, of course, and looked at other people and what they were doing for guidance.

Alice in wonderland method didn't do much, raven method was too uncomfortable (side note, all this raven method does is make you too focused on your void reality, cmon, in your DR are you laying down like a starfish?) And I was having terrible trouble with my intrusive thoughts (which made the floor disappear from under my feet, made the stairs for the stairs method too short to climb or straight up made them dissappear as well)

I didn't have any luck that year, no mini shifts, no lucid dreams, or sleep paralysis. And my DRs never remained constant. They always changed on a daily basis.

I was big on methods, I couldn't realize they never worked for me.

Although, this year of failure led me to finally figure out where I belonged.

A DR made out of scratch, which I spend much effort in putting the pieces of it together.

The DR, which was called "Home reality" really made me feel settled in my journey.

LOA, and the consciousness theory were the leading factors which made me shift.

And don't worry, it isn't what you're tired of being told, I didn't just apply any orthodox definition of LOA and succeeded.

Background to my first shift:

It was a particularly stressful day, I really missed my home.

I was studying at my college (I still am, but...) and I was dreading giving a chemistry test, I did not prepare. In my mind, one thing was constantly looping in my head.

The scenario of the chemistry teacher coming in, and taking the test, and the next day I get it handed back with a big fat zero.

But then I stopped and wondered, having already known about the consciousness theory, so according to it:

"I am constantly letting this thought run in my mind, and constantly letting this reality dictate what happens next."

Basically, I realized what was about to happen next was indirectly in my control, but with my line of thinking, I was letting this reality control it directly.

I stopped, like actually stopped thinking.

And with a blank mind I thought.

"I won't have to take any test today."

And went around telling my classmates this with a confident tone.

The teacher came in, said we'll instead do some practicals in lab.

So the test got cancelled.

Going home, I got excited, i felt powerful.

I decided to apply this to shifting.

Before shifting, I took a nap during the day, (if you're tired your body insists on sleeping, so your mind will get hazy and you will start acting lazy towards your goal)

And after living how I normally would, before bedtime, I listened to some songs, and look at a Pinterest board which reminded me of my home reality.

My method and what happened next:

First phase of shifting:

When I laid down on the bed to start shifting, I first got comfy (for me, if I feel sleepy for some reason, I laid on my back, I can't fall asleep in that position, but if I think ill stay awake until I reach a "detached state" then I sleep on my side, it's comfortable)

I obviously wasn't checking the time, but I spent about 10 minutes getting relaxed, all I do to relax is:

a) look at the blackness (closed eyes, looks like starry skies) and try to believe I'm looking at the milky way.

b) think about my home reality, just faces of my loved ones, and nostalgia inducing images.

c) Affirm, but don't focus entirely on affirming, usually in the back of my mind I'm repeating "I have shifted to my home reality" "I have shifted my senses to my home reality" "I have stopped sensing the void reality" "I am smelling, tasting, feeling, hearing and seeing my home reality" no other fancy affirmations required. (Now that I think about it, you need to affirm NOW because this method has two phases, one where you are shifting, and one where you have shifted, and you are in the 3D, where you are occupying your DR self, their thoughts, and memories, and popular method usually only have one phase, either you are shifting, or have shifted. So my point is if you affirm later and you'll be affirming when you're supposed to be in your DR, and obviously, your DR self won't be spouting out affirmations about shifting to a random reality for no reason.)

During this time, you'll feel tingly all over. It's a good sign.

And you'll feel a certain detachment, like you aren't exactly here, you have no idea what position you're lying in, and where your feet are. (Please, for the love of God do not start counting your feet or get freaked out that you can't feel your leg, you'll come back to the void reality.)

So you can start the next phase.

Middle phase (optional):

To prepare for the next and last phase, you can do this to get ready, or don't (First read the third phase)

This is all about connection to your DR.

Think about memories from your DR, focus on the faces of your loved ones, the way you act, talk, your mannerisms in your DR, or you can simply say affirmations like these one:

My name is ___.

I work as a ___.

My age is ___.

Don't try to imagine vividly or anything, lightly touch upon the basic details of your DR, the construction and foundation of any reality and the person, who has existed there for their entire life.

(That's you!)

Phase three:

Take a sudden, abrupt stop from your stream of thoughts. (Yes intrusive thoughts will still pop up but don't give any importance to them) when you're in a blank state of mind, not longer than 30 seconds, you need to build up to the last step of your shifting method, and journey.

a) start imagining hearing the voices of your loved ones or just any voice, calling your DR name, your nicknames, with different tones. (For example, i heard my name in an angry tone from my father when he was scolding me, I heard my name followed by a laughter when my S/O teased me.)

OK, for me, I started feeling intense, groundshaking symptoms at this moment. Sudden flashing of lights, extreme feeling of floating, and ofcourse, feeling tingliness so much that it felt like pins and needle on my entire body. (I did ignore the symptoms)

b) plan the rest of your day in your DR, which you will be spending.

AGAIN, PLEASE DON'T SAY IT LIKE THIS.

❌️When I reach my DR ❌️ I will have to go to that eye specialist for that appointment.

Instead: (and the more you personalize it, the better)

Ughhh, I have to go to that appointment- this day will suck.

(Don't mind my example, that was the only thing I could think of at the moment)

c) in this reality, you are constantly thinking of something, your thoughts are definitely what constructs this reality, and your current thoughts are affecting your subconscious. (By this point, your subconscious is grounded in your DR, so don't worry about that bastard.)

Now, you're going to start thinking, thoughts which are going on in your DR self's mind, start with one sentence, with which you'll be able to start consciously thinking like your DR self.

And think in the style, tone, and mood of your DR self, and keep the thoughts strictly related to your DR.

Thats it, but what happens afterwards? And what happened to me?

So for me, I started feeling weird while I was thinking.

And I remember I thought this:

"Ugh, I don't want eggs for breakfast."

(I'm not saying this is the key to shifting, at this point, I had covered various topics, including, weather, my upcoming work assignment, and praised my S/O for a good 5 minutes.)

And I started panting, like suddenly I was trying to catch my breath, the room felt bright, so I opened my eyes, and well, I was in my home reality :)

I was delirious for a few second, my S/O was looking at me worriedly, but surprisingly, it didn't even take me a minute to adjust, it felt all so natural and I wasn't scared.

I didn't even feel emotional, at all, and didn't hug my S/O with tears in my eyes, I straight up asked to be served breakfast, incase anyone was wondering.

So that's it.

Although i have much to say, I'm tired of writing, but I'm more than willing to answer each and every one of your questions, although I only have 7 hours left till I permashift, I'll remain mostly active till then.

And no, I'm not rereading this to fix my grammar, so just ask if anything confused you.

Ask away.

I'm still not sure if this'll reach anyone or not.

[alchemiclee]

4 and 20 for the Artist Ask Game! 👀

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

not sure about character...but subject? probably poses/anatomy in general. still bad at it. brain can't quite comprehend shapes lol all the anatomy tutorials just go in one ear/eye and out the other. no brain process in between 😅 same with lighting/shadows. basic art things make me trip and fall

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

eyes?? do people think eyes are hard? I always enjoyed doing eyes. maybe hair. hair is fun but i've seen many people say it's hard

[teaboot]

TOP 10 PERSONAL FAVE MOVIES TO WATCH WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE ASS

I don't like movies that stress me out because life is already stressful but I DO love catharsis comedy found family friendship fantasy and violence so here are my top 10 movies and series to have a good time watching

Numbered for convenience but not in any particular order

John Wick 1 and 2: An ordinary man grieving the loss of his wife gets dragged back into his past as a shadowy, invisible world of international killers for hire is slowly revealed to be living among us. A love note to set design, lighting, and choreography. My favourite part is fixating on the symbolism. DO NOT WATCH 3. 4 is okay. DO NOT WATCH 3. There is a dog death in 1 that will make you cry so skip that part if you have to. DO NOT WATCH 3.

The lord of the Rings, all 3, extended edition best watched if you're on the couch with the flu and expect to fall asleep OR if it's your day off and it's raining outside OR if you have like 5 people lounging around in pajamas

Six Underground: Essentially an hour and a half long car commercial music video with found family and a fresher take on acommon plot. Ryan Reynolds essentially writes and directs a Michael Bay movie where 6 independant criminals gather together to overthrow a violent foreign dictatorship. You show up for a dumb heist and walk out ready to build a guillotine. TW for violence, car crashes, chemical warfare, and genocide. A very cathartic ending. Does unfortunately do the whole "vague, impoverished middle-eastern country" thing but the citizens are actually show as human beings which is a nice change of pace and oh wow that's depressing isn't it

The Princess Diaries 1 and 2: A sort-of-a-loser teenage girl, played by a 2001 Annie Hathaway, learns that her late father was a king of a foreign nation and must become a confident and responsible leader for his people. There is a scene in the rain where you will experience emotions. Best watched with snacks. 2 features an enemies-to-lovers type deal with Chris Pine.

Ella Enchanted: A shrek-style semi-musical fantasy romance in which a young woman is cursed at birth to do everything anyone tells her to do. Features several Queen songs and dance numbers sung by Annie Hathaway and that guy who plays the sad dog guy in Hannibal.

Stardust: A huge loser travels from 1800s England (?) to a magical world in order to fetch a fallen star for the insufferable love of his life before she marries a massive douchebag. The huge loser? Charlie Cox. The star? A living person. Also a whole bunch of princes are ALSO looking for them as a race for the throne while discreetly killing each other off. And also a bunch of witches want to eat her so they can be young and sexy. 11/10. I used to watch this 10 minutes at a time on a YouTube channel that posted it in chunks filmed on a digital camera in their living room

The Last Holiday: Queen Latifah, playing someone played by Queen Latifah, has been working an underappreciated minimum wage job for years, living a safe and conservative life trying to lose weight and save money. Then she finds out she has months to live, and decides to finally quit her job and blow it all on one massive luxury holiday vacation complete with five-star dining, making friends and finding love and confidence along the way. It's definitely corny but it makes me so happy thank you Queen Latifah

Zathura: It's the plot to the original Jumanji but in space instead of the rainforest. But listen to me: There's a twist reveal at the end that you need to pretend isn't there. It is vitally important when you get to that part- and you will know what part when it happens- that you pretend it didn't. Otherwise, a fresh and enjoyable adventure for any age!

Redacted cause I haven't seen it in a long time and it may be worse than I remember, gotta rewatch

Bullet Train. You go in expecting a ham-fisted find-the-mcguffin style action comedy and are blindsided by excellent narrative symmetry and genuinely likeable characters. Fresh takes on old themes and creative action sequences. My little brother said "It's good", and he's a man who once sincerely argued that Lord of the Rings could have been better. It's fun and punchy violence with just enough smart stuff to not let your brain get bored

[honeytonedhottie]

beauty and brains⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀☕️

in this post we'll talk about how to implement continual learning into ur life and how to nurture ur intellect and ur beauty, like elle woods for example…💬🎀

MINDSET ;

first off lets take a look at ur mindset. you need to be willing to learn and if ur stubborn then ur not gonna allow urself to learn and become smarter so for that reason mindset is the perfect place to start when ur starting ur beauty and brains journey.

perspective is EVERYTHING when it comes to learning. if u have the belief that "i hate math so much, im so not good at it etc etc" you're already setting urself up for failure. remember that we are in charge of our own learning.

figure out the sources of ur limiting beliefs about urself and challenge them. ask urself "why do i think im bad at math (or any other subject)" and the answers that u give urself, CHALLENGE them.

UNDERSTAND THAT ;

before we go any further understand that no subject is too complicated to learn and if ur experiencing that then ur learning it the wrong way…💬🎀

if ur having a hard time understanding a subject in school because of the way ur teacher explains it, ask another teacher at ur school and if that doesn't work turn to online resources OR just ask chat gpt. i ask chat gpt to help me break down math problems and explain how to do them and it works rly good for me.

READING ;

from my own experience i feel like reading is so so important. bcuz reading helps u to expand ur vocabulary and improves comprehension and so much more. personally i love to read so this isnt hard for me to do but if u originally dont like to read here are some ways to romanticize reading.

♡ start with topics/genres that u love

♡ set small goals (like reading for 5-10 minutes a day) and then building upon those goals

♡ experiment with physical books, e-books etc to figure out what u like best

WHAT U WATCH ;

i watch a lot of discussion based youtube videos, and video essays, documentaries etc and i have learned so much from them and they're actually one of my favorite ways to learn things. so i highly recommend watching some. watching things like this is so important because they provide a deeper understanding of real-world issues, cultures, and events that we might not encounter in our daily lives.

HOW TO UNDERSTAND ;

understanding what u read and what u learn is so so important. the way i make sure that i understand what im learning is through writing papers. writing papers about things that interest me or things that i learn has helped me to retain what i learn instead of forgetting it all.

another key thing to remember is PRACTICE. if u dont practice what u learn you'll literally forget it. use everything that u learn and if u can't physically use it, imagine urself using it.

MAKE IT A GAME ;

this is where the beauty aspect of the phrase "beauty and brains" comes into play. make learning like a GAME. i think thats how u get smart the best. just implement it into ur daily life.

for example if u have a habit of watching an episode of ur favorite show a day (or multiple) between episodes read for x amount of time. if u go for a run everyday listen to an audio book whilst running. think of that scene in the movie legally blonde where elle was reading her textbook while working out.

[xoxolaw]

+ DISCOVER YOUR SECRETS

in which seong-je happens to discover secrets about his school's student council president who happens to have a spotless personality.

Geum Seong-je x reader

secret 4 :- punches and bruises

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 final

Y/N didn’t tell anyone where she was going.

The self-study session after lunch was optional, and most students took it as an excuse to doze off in the library or sneak onto the rooftop. She, on the other hand, took a sharp turn down the empty hallway, passed the trophy cases, and descended the stairs to the school gym.

The air changed the moment she stepped in—cooler, denser, tinged with the metallic scent of sweat and rubber. She exhaled quietly, her sneakers squeaking faintly against the polished floor as she crossed to the far corner, where the punching bag hung in near silence.

It wasn’t supposed to matter. Not the alley. Not the way her breath had caught in her throat that night, or the flicker of fear she had buried deep down after that shadowed threat. She had told herself it was over.

But her hands still remembered trembling.

She headed straight for the punching bag tucked in the back corner. It wasn’t the newest, patched in places, but it hung sturdy. Waiting. Like it understood.

Her hands trembled slightly as she wrapped the bandages over her knuckles. She wasn’t sure if she was doing it right—YouTube could only teach so much—but the point wasn’t perfection. The point was release.

Because even after all this time, the memory of that alley wouldn’t leave her.

The way her legs had frozen.

The way her voice had caught.

The way she had felt—small. Breakable.

The bag rocked from the force of another strike. Her knuckles were beginning to ache, but it felt right—like maybe she could knock the memory out of her head if she hit hard enough.

“Didn’t take you for the violent type, President.”

She froze mid-swing.

There it was.

That voice.

Low, amused. Just a little rough around the edges. Her stomach flipped before she even turned around.

Seong-je stood at the doorway to the gym like he owned the air. His school shirt hung open at the collar, his sleeves rolled carelessly to his elbows. His expression was a mix of curiosity and smug delight, as if he’d stumbled upon a secret that belonged only to him.

“You stalking me now?” Y/N asked, trying to keep her voice steady, her hand still clenched from the last punch.

His smirk deepened. “You wound me. Can’t a guy take a peaceful walk through enemy territory?”

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Says the girl punching ghosts in the corner.”

She sighed and turned back to the bag. “Go away, Seong-je.”

He didn’t. Of course he didn’t.

Instead, his steps echoed closer, deliberately slow. She kept her back to him, hands raised again. Her next punch landed just as he reached her side.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I could ask you the same thing.” His gaze dropped to her red knuckles. “You don’t usually look like you’re trying to start a fight.”

She looked down too, flexing her fingers slightly. “I’m just… learning. For myself.”

Seong-je took a step closer, eyes never leaving hers. “You’re doing it wrong.”

“Excuse me?”

He nodded at her stance. “Your form. It’s off. Your weight’s on the wrong foot, and you’re gonna wreck your wrist if you keep hitting like that.”

She narrowed her eyes. “And suddenly you’re a boxing expert?”

He grinned, cocky and effortless. “I know how to throw a punch. Want help or not?”

Y/N hesitated.

Everything about him screamed danger. Not in the threatening way—but in the way of unsaid things, of moments that hung too long in the air. In the way her pulse reacted to his nearness.

But still, she nodded once.

“Fine,” she said. “But if you make one stupid joke—”

“I’ll behave,” he said, already closing the distance. “Scout’s honor.”

“You were never a scout.”

He laughed. “Exactly.”

He stepped behind her, gently circling like a predator might circle prey—though this predator’s eyes held something softer. Curious.

“Alright, first,” he said, voice lower now, “move your feet. Here.”

He nudged her right foot back with his own, and she startled slightly at the contact—his sneaker brushing hers, warm and precise. Then his hand was on her waist, firm but not rough, guiding her hips to angle slightly.

“Weight on the balls of your feet. Like this.”

His palm lingered a second too long before slipping away.

Her chest tightened.

She didn’t look at him.

Then, he stepped closer, crowding into her space without apology. His body was just behind hers, not quite touching—but close enough that she could feel the heat of him at her back. The shape of his breath at her neck.

“Now, fists up,” he murmured, reaching around.

His hand enclosed hers, positioning it properly. His fingers brushed against her wrist as he adjusted her grip, the skin contact so light it burned. Their hands tangled for a second, too intimate for a gym, too quiet for rivals.

“There,” he said. “Try now.”

She swung again—this time cleaner, sharper.

“Better,” he praised.

She glanced up, and they locked eyes. For a second, neither of them spoke. Their breathing synced, quick and shallow. She was very aware of how close he was. Of the line she wasn’t supposed to cross. And how easy it would be to cross it.

“Want to try the ring?” he asked suddenly.

She blinked. “What?”

“Come on. You’re learning. Might as well learn properly.”

She hesitated. “Fine. But if you go easy on me, I’ll punch you for real.”

Seong-je’s grin widened. “Now you’re speaking my language.”

---

The boxing ring creaked as they stepped inside, ropes bending with their weight.

It was dustier than she expected, but functional. Seong-je pulled on a pair of light gloves from a crate in the corner, tossing a spare pair to Y/N. She caught them with a soft thud, tugging them on.

“Okay, show me what you’ve got,” he said, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.

She lunged. Not her best punch, but she caught his shoulder.

He let out a laugh. “Feisty.”

They circled. The ring felt too small. Or maybe it was just the way his eyes didn’t leave her. The way he moved like water, smooth and chaotic at once.

She swung again—he blocked it and caught her wrist in one swift motion.

Their bodies collided gently, and suddenly she was against the ropes, his arm braced above her, his chest too close.

“You left yourself open,” he said softly.

Her breath caught.

The ring ropes pressed into her back, but it was his body in front of her she felt most. His gloved hand still holding her wrist. His chest rising and falling just inches from hers. His scent, his warmth—too much, too overwhelming.

He didn’t move. Neither did she.

“I see you’ve been practicing,” he murmured, voice low. “But you’re not supposed to get distracted mid-fight.”

She swallowed. “I’m not distracted.”

“You’re blushing.”

“You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?”

His hand dropped slowly, brushing her arm on the way down. Goosebumps bloomed in its wake.

She pushed him gently back into the ring. “Again.”

He raised a brow but obeyed. “Yes, ma’am.”

They sparred again. This time he didn’t hold back as much. Their gloves met in fast motions, sweat building, breaths growing heavier. He caught her waist once to stop a misstep. She shoved his shoulder in retaliation.

Then he swept behind her in one smooth pivot, catching her from behind and locking his arms lightly around her frame.

“Gotcha,” he whispered, breath grazing her ear.

She tried to wriggle out, but his grip tightened—not painfully, just… secure. His chin brushed the curve of her temple. Her back against his chest. His arms across her stomach. Every point of contact burned.

She stilled.

Time slowed.

He didn’t move either.

“Not bad for a council president,” he said, voice quieter now. “You’re stronger than you look.”

“Let go,” she breathed.

“You sure?”

No. Not even a little.

She twisted and managed to break free. Barely.

They stood facing each other again. His chest rising, hers mirroring. The air between them heavy with unspoken things.

He glanced at her knuckles again, noticing a thin smudge of red near the wrap.

“Sit,” he said softly.

“I’m fine.”

He didn’t argue. Just reached for her hand and pulled her down onto the edge of the ring. She followed. Of course she did.

He unwound the bandages carefully, his fingers gentle, reverent. Like she was made of something fragile. His thumb grazed over a small scrape.

“Stubborn,” he muttered.

“I said I was fine.”

“You’re not.”

His voice held no amusement now. Just a strange tenderness. He rewrapped her hands with his own set of wraps, his movements precise. When he tied the knot, his hands didn’t pull away.

Their fingers stayed tangled.

Y/N looked up at him.

He was already looking.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked.

He didn’t pretend not to understand.

“Because you don’t deserve to feel scared,” he said. “Not in alleys. Not in gyms. Not anywhere.”

She stared at him. Her chest felt too tight.

He leaned in slightly—just enough for her to feel the brush of his breath. His thumb rested at the edge of her wrist, pulse to pulse.

Neither of them moved.

Neither of them kissed.

But the space between them screamed.

“Next time,” he whispered, “you don’t fight alone.”

Y/N’s throat bobbed. “And you?”

He tilted his head. “What about me?”

“Who fights for you?”

He blinked.

Then—quietly, with that signature smile, smaller than usual—he said, “Maybe you.”

And suddenly, the ring wasn’t just a boxing space. It was a confession booth. A battlefield. A line drawn in sweat and breath and almosts.

They didn’t cross it.

But gods, they wanted to.

---

They walked out of the gym together, side by side, hands brushing occasionally but never holding. The sun was setting again, casting shadows across the hallway. The world looked softer in that light. Less cruel.

Seong-je glanced at her, grin tugging at his lips.

“Same time tomorrow?”

Y/N didn’t look at him. “Maybe.”

His smile widened. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

---

AUTHOR'S NOTE + MASTERLIST

Hope you enjoyed this!! One more chapter and this mini series ends! Do let me know in the comments if you liked it or not ^-^

[astrow1zar6]

Sun + Moon Hot takes- part 3

Sag sun Aries moon: this combo seems loud asf lol. No seriously though you definitely are one of the loudest people in the room normally. This gives big class clown energy. This gives those kids in class that always did the most to make everyone laugh and sometimes it’d work well but other times it can be obnoxious. Also if not balanced with any earth placements I can see these people being extremely impulsive and immature you tend to jump into things fast and get burned along the lines. But because of your impulsive nature you have a lot of fun stories to tell others and also tend to have a lot more fun than most in general because of how spontaneous you are. This is a combo that is always doing something wild. Usually big extroverts that love meeting new people and seeing new places. Doesn’t like to be in one place too long. Lives life in the fast lane. They usually live life in a very rockstar kinda way (drugs, sex, rock and roll) vibe. Which is something I admire a lot on how they make life look so fun. Usually go by the motto “I’d rather die young than live a long boring life”.

Libra Sun Virgo moon: giving princess energy. I can imagine these people to be very feminine (even the men). These are probably the most well kept people when it comes to hygiene. They usually always look put together and are normally really pretty people. This puts a more introverted twist to the regular social lite Libra sun energy. Usually big perfectionists and can get anxiety when they don’t look their best or are giving the best impressions on others. These people’s anxiety can be CRIPPLING. Your anxiety is your Achilles heel. You tend to worry about anything & everything. Your anxiousness can make you come off as almost “too perfect “ to others. You may come off as the type of person that people get shocked that you fart kinda thing lol. Although you prefer to come off this way it’s okay to be imperfect sometimes. You should learn to find more humor in flaws instead of taking them like it’s the end of the world. People will still like you even if you aren’t perfect 🫶🏽

Aquarius sun Leo moon: this combo is so cool to me. The people I’ve met with this combo are one of the funniest people ever. I’m usually not a fan of Leo moons but with an Aquarius sun I feel it balances the melodramatic attitude of Leo making them more cool like. They are really creative and usually can make a lot of $$ with anything social media related (highly recommended to get into YouTube, tik tok, podcasts) these people are so entertaining so normally they can get a big following. However many can have a difficult time forming relationships because they are very demanding and distant at times. Probably the most authentic person you’ve ever met. Their authenticity and rebellious streak is usually their golden ticket into getting such big followings and being so popular. These people are the definition of “idgaf” it’s so admirable.

Leo sun Capricorn moon: probably one of the most serious Leo combinations. I notice this combo is more anxious to shine than normal Leo suns. These people can surprisingly get embarrassed pretty easily. DO NOT clown these people or pick on them jokingly they will really crash out lmao. They hate when their character is diminished in any type of way. This gives big CEO energy, these people were the bosses of their family and friend groups. When they are immature this energy can cause a lot of issues in their relationships because of how bossy they can be. They can get carried away with controlling what people do and how they act which can be overwhelming for others. Allow others to be themselves you don’t have to control everything I know you like things to be a certain way but the world doesn’t go when you go. These people usually make really good managers and bosses. Are able to control any organization or business they have flawlessly with little effort.

Gemini sun Leo moon: I apologize in advance to anyone with this combo but this gives ANNOYING😭 I can tell these were those bad ass kids growing up with the silver caps in their mouths (iykyk 🤣). Theres a very child like energy to this combo that can either come off as very sweet and refreshing or these people are little devils lmao. This gives Micheal Scott energy from the office. I can see these people being so fun in non serious activities such as partying and drinking and karaoke night but things like working with them can be like babysitting. This is probably the employee that pisses you off all the time but is lit asf to bring out to do fun stuff. I can imagine these people to be really good humored as well, could’ve also been a class clown or hung around a popular crowd. Usually is pretty loud about their opinions and can have a very dramatic flair with the way they talk. Usually are very animated which can be very entertaining to those around them. This people can make great entertainers and talk show hosts. Are AMAZING story tellers even if you can tell if some of what they say is exaggerated it’s still so interesting to hear.

Pisces sun Sag moon: this is a very interesting combo, both Jupiter ruled but with such opposite energies. This gives a light heartedness to the normally deep spiritual neptunian. These people also have a crazy good intuition. This can make some pretty intelligent people (Albert Einstein has this combo) their mind tends to be very theoretical, spiritual and philosophical. However with all this mutable energy it can be hard for them to organize their thoughts properly you have a tendency to drift from reality when things get too much. Definitely a big picture person over details, too much details can stress you out a lot. If you learn how to implement all your fresh ideas you can earn a lot of $$ in your lifetime ! I’ve also seen it can be very difficult for these people to process their emotions. Neptune has a tendency of blurring emotions along with the sags tendency to avoid them it can cause them to act irrationally at times. When their feelings aren’t in check they can completely fuck themselves over with little consciousness of them doing it. When under pressure they can be really impulsive and naive. Can have a very out of the box sense of humor as well.

Taurus sun Scorpio Moon: talk about stubborn. No seriously it’ll take the hands of god himself to make these people move or change ways. They don’t budge until they want to (which usually takes awhile or never happens) they usually take a really long time to trust someone but once they do you’re theirs for life. They can be really possessive of the people they love and can struggle with jealousy if their person is close to others (even family at times if they are really insecure). They tend to come off as very chill and laid back but they’re usually hiding a strong intensity behind that down to earth personality. They have a tendency of suffocating those around them because of their fear of abandonment. I see people with this combo have a big thing with abandonment. They tend to fall for people that feel like home and allow them to be comfortable being themselves (cuz they struggle with this normally). Overall though very loyal and sensual people they will go to the moon and back for you if they love you.

Pisces sun Aquarius moon: these people are the real life ETs of the zodiac sun moon combos. Really though they vibe at such a different wavelength than the rest of the world. One word use to describe these people are “Woke”. Its was estimated that Jesus Christ actually had this sun/moon combination. (Surprise for all the people that thought Jesus was born in December). They have this deep inner desire usually to help humanity in some way, usually by using spiritual means. These people can excel in pursuits like reiki healing, crystal work, yoga/meditation instructor, music therapist, priest ect. Works good with healing the subconscious of others. Growing up however they could’ve been outcasted a lot for being “weird” or “off putting”. This rejection allowed them to grow such a strong wisdom when it comes to human nature. When they grow to be confident in their unique natures they are really able to heal themselves and those around them.

Pisces sun Pisces moon: one word DELUSIONAL😭 these people are never really in the now they are elsewhere in their minds floating off you can just see it in their face lol. This isn’t the most ambitious of combos and can usually sabotage a lot of good career opportunities by procrastinating and escaping their responsibilities. If not balanced with any earth placements you should learn techniques on grounding! If not you can neglect a lot of your responsibilities. Breath work practice and meditation usually help these people (anything spiritual really). Because of their imaginative tendencies they can be amazing artists and musicians (they especially love music). Big romantics at heart and is main goal in life is to find their soulmate, can sabotage their goals for love a lot. Usually ends up attracting toxic people sadly but this is usually a muse for their art.

i apologize for taking so long to make a part three. I did not forget your requests 🫶🏽♥️

[wandering-pirate]

Mouthwashing Characters Headcanon

Christmas Day with You

Captain Curly

You and him baking sugar cookies in matching aprons? Peak domestic fluff His apron said "Sugar Daddy," and yours? "Daddy’s Sugary Snacc"

Yeah, that was all his idea. He couldn’t stop showing them off, grinning ear to ear, parading them around Walmart like it was a fashion show.

Meanwhile, you were just trying to hunt down all the ingredients in peace, but nope, he had to follow you around, flaunting those aprons.

After a war of flours, you successfully conjured up a decent batch

You had to use actual physical restraint to stop him from adding Vegemite to the cookies. The audacity. And when he ate one, took a full spoonful of it, and moaned?? Yeah, a monster

He’s obsessed with ski or any snow sport video game and always teases you for being a noob. But it’s all in good fun—he’s learned his lesson after the Mario Kart Incident that shall never be mentioned again

"Sweetheart, you’re gonna twist your joint with that posture—"

"Hush! You just wanna win gold again. Stop tempting me, you tall, handsome, bulky-ass demon"

Naturally, your competitive streak kicked in and, somehow, you ended up twisting your ankle

He played the role of nurse, cold compress in hand, sneaking kisses to your ankle because “it speeds up healing” (and also because he’s a shameless flirt who’ll use any excuse to be touchy)

You both gave up on the active stuff and just settled in for a holiday romcom. Of course, you both passed out halfway through

Nurse Anya

You made sure the fireplace was stacked to the brim with firewood because Anya + cozy fire = Christmas must

Your tradition? Her reading a book with her legs propped up on your thighs while you either watch your favorite YouTube videos or game

She’d be all serious about the book, but every now and then, she’d peek over at your screen, giggling at your reactions, but pretending like she was still super into the book

"What did he even trip on? Hell no, he deserved more than just getting skinned alive"

“Y/N, sweetie, natural selection. The weak always get eliminated”

"Mmm, makes sense"

When the clock hit a certain hour, it was handwritten letter time. Instead of gifts, you both wrote love letters to each other. This started when she told you how she re-read your first love letter whenever she got stuck on months long of hauls as a crew nurse

"Yeah, sorry, Anya. No letter this year"

"What? Bu—"

"Because you’re not getting back on that claustrophobic flying submarine this time"

Knowing how much she wanted to enter med school, you gave her the ultimate gift: fully paid tuition for a six-month medicine review center. You’d worked all year for it, and seeing her reaction made every second of it worth it

It was the first time you saw her cry. Anya, who’s always calm and composed, was sobbing in your arms, and it just wrecked you with love. You hugged her tighter, not sure who was more emotional at that point

"Y/N, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me"

Intern Daisuke

He planned the perfect Christmas adventure, complete with bullet points, timestamps, and color-coded charts. You had to give him credit for actually being organized for once—he really took his Christmas plans seriously

But, of course, the Christmas spirit was clearly not on his side this time. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong:

Alarm didn’t go off

There was a traffic jam due to a fender bender

Your favorite thrift store? Closed for maintenance

Even the skating rink shut down after some bizarre oil spill caused a dogpile (like, how does that even happen?)

By the end of the day, you weren’t mad at all, just hungry. And somehow, Daisuke turned every misfortune into something you both would be giggling about

You both bought GIGANTIC mugs at Walmart that read, “The Grinch pales at my naughtiness.” They were immediately used to create the world’s sickest hot chocolate, piled with as equally large marshmallows and a diabetes-inducing amount of whipped cream.

Meanwhile, Daisuke was relentless in roasting the Grinch—he couldn’t stop hating on that movie.

“Who even hates Christmas? It’s the grand finale of the year! Absolute loser behavior.”

Mechanic Swansea

Christmas in the garage, for short, his sanctuary. The man thought of everything: fully insulated it, brought in a heater, all just to make sure you were warm and comfy while you both worked

Both of you had this wordless agreement to work on woodcrafts for Christmas. He taught you the basics of woodworking and you proved yourself to be a modern abstract Picasso. You improved throughout the years, tho. Your pieces? From abstract Picasso to expressionism Picasso

He loves carving because it gives him the perfect excuse to sit right behind you, guiding your hands with his. His big teddy bear frame is all around you, and something about that just hits him deeply. Like when he knows you’re safe and protected in his arms. And your eagerness to learn and follow his moves. He melts.

Naturally, you got a splinter, triggering his fierce Tsundere side

“What did I tell you about not rubbing fresh-cut wood? Keep this up, and I’ll just have you sit on my lap while I do your work for you.”

But underneath all that scolding, you could see his silent panic. He just hides behind transparent glass

"Stop smiling at me like that, you clumsy goof"

After crafting a spoon with a thirty-degree angled handle and an awkward head (he still called it perfect, of course), he whipped up his signature paella

Somehow, despite having eaten a thousand spoonfuls of it over the years, you still weren’t tired of it

Co-pilot Jimmy

Jimmy’s not really one for celebrating Christmas. Not bitter about it or anything, but he just treated it like any normal day. That all changed, though, when he realized that Christmas was your thing.

“Babe, why Christmas?”

“Honestly? I’m not really sure. But you know how, when we were kids, there’s that feeling of excitement, like when Christmas is coming and you can’t stop smiling? It just brings all that back, and suddenly, you feel like a kid again. So I guess, it’s just nostalgia, huh?”

He never really thought about it that way before. After all, his goal as a kid was always to grow up faster than everyone else.

So, you took it upon yourself to share all your favorite Christmas traditions with him, hoping to bring a little of that magic into his world:

Decorating your tree? He suggested replacing the star with an angel figurine... with your printed face glued on it. (Naturally, he followed through after you both went to bed, sneaking up to do it.)

Making a gingerbread house? He blocked the chimney, and when you asked why… well, he said it best:

“I don’t want some fat bastard breaking in, he’d eat the entire damn house”

By Christmas Eve, looking around his once-bare apartment, now filled with colors he didn’t even know existed, he couldn’t stop that tugging in his heart. He didn’t even realize how much of his childhood was missing until now.

You were patching up his unhealed wounds with your bandaids, and he didn’t even notice until it was too late. He's down bad

a/n: I know it's late T.T, but here's the crew having some holiday break... future angst coming up with curly and you (sorry)

also p.s. english ain't my first language, so i kinda felt like my whole headcanon writing abilities were crap... but these somehow are the top liked posts soooo... future HCs comin' down your way

[bullet-prooflove]

Fishtail: Jack Abbot x Reader

Tagged: @kmc1989 @dizzybee03 @noxytopy @flyinglama @yousigned-upforthis

Companion piece to:

The Asshole King - Jack discovers you have an unusual technique for dealing with patients.

Bob Dylan - You help Jack to relax after an incident at the hospital leaves him temporarily blind.

Because Of You - Jack realises he's starting to heal in more ways than one after you spend the day taking care of him.

Boston - You reflect on the past after your ex-husband makes an appearance on a trying day.

This God Damn Fucking Day - Jack steps into the fray with things get messy between you and you ex-husband.

Misdemeanour - Jack's forced to step in when you get arrested because of your ex-husband.

It takes Jack three hours to resolve your jail predicament with the security footage of Myrna destroying Richard’s Mercades. In that time he accomplishes two things. Getting the vandalism charges dropped and implicating your ex-husband in a crime because that asshole, he filed a false report by saying he saw you trash his car and the cops they don’t take that shit lightly.

You’re exhausted by the time he gets you back home, quiet, despondent. You head straight into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind you and the shower turns on almost immediately. Jack understands the need for space after the day you’ve had, you’ve spent the best part of 16 hours in loud chaotic environments, you’re about due for a little peace.

He asks Alexa to play Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Rumours’ album on low as he takes out his Bob Dylan t-shirt and a pair of boxers for you to relax in. He lays them on your side of the bed before changing into sweatpants and settling himself against the headboard to read the med journal he hadn’t finished last night.

It’s an half an hour later you come out, wrapped in his robe, your damp hair falling across your features. You look so small in that moment, almost timid. This is what your ex-husband does to you, he off foots you, makes you unsure of yourself, of your value.

“Will you braid my hair for me?” You ask softly and he sets the journal back down on the nightstand.

“Of course.” He responds before he raises to his feet and the hair brush and hair ties off the dresser.

You’re already dressed in his clothes when he turns around, sitting in the middle of the bed, waiting patiently. He assumes the position behind you, using the brush to gently comb the tangles from your hair as you close your eyes and listen to the music.

“What are we thinking here?” He asks you, focusing on his task. “French, Fishtail, Dutch?”

“You choose.” You tell him because you’re too mentally fatigued to make any decision right now. Jack considers the pros and cons of each one before be begins sectioning off your hair for a fishtail braid because his niece Ella tells him it’s the most comfortable to sleep in.

The braiding started seven years ago before you were ever on the scene. He’d come home from his last tour to discover his brother wasn’t coping with life as a single parent. His wife had died whilst Jack was away and everything had fallen apart in the months after, he started drinking, kept drinking.

At the age of eleven Ella was trying to keep the house running and get herself to school while the bills stacked up on the kitchen table because her dad was too depressed to get himself out of bed.

Instead of renewing his contract with the military, Jack had retired to take care of his family because they were in crisis. He had picked up the job at The Pitt so he could be available for Ella during the day time, doing the school run, helping with dinner and her homework until his shift started at seven.  

He’d picked up being  a girl dad quickly, throwing himself into it the same way he did everything else. He attended her swim meets, cheering her on from the sidelines, watched countless Youtube videos to perfect his braiding skills and learned the lyrics to every Taylor Swift song because that’s what Ella liked to listen to. It’s him who ended up shopping for sanitary products, explaining each one to her so she knew her options when she got her first period.

It stays that way for a year before his brother Callum got himself squared away and started to stand on his own two feet again. Jack had spent hours showing him how to braid so he continue his handiwork when he was well enough.

Braiding time is when she tells you her secrets, he had told his brother, anything that’s bothering her, it all comes out then.

It’s the same with you, he’s learned over the years. Braiding, it’s an act of love, a way of showing he cares without words, that he’s here when you’re ready to talk.

“I’m going to report him.” You say quietly as he weaves the strands together. “If he did it to me, if he did it to Abby…”

You trail off but he understands the implication. There’s probably more out there, others that have been too cowed by Richard’s influence to come forward. That’s how men like him work, they fuck with your head, twist you up inside until you break.

“That’s not on you Faye.” He tells you as he ties off the end of your braid. “He married you, why wouldn’t you think it was love?”

He hates that man for what he did to you, for manipulating you into a relationship, for coercing you into a marriage. He and your mother forged an empire on your hard work, his with his celebrity rehab clinic, her with the reputation management of said celebrities. It was never about you, it was about what they could get from you, how they could use you up to further their agenda.

“Jack I need you to love me tonight.” You whisper. “I need you to show me…”

You need to know that his love is unconditional, that it doesn’t come with caveats.

“Food first.” He pressing a kiss to the back of your head, his hands lightly squeezing your shoulders. “Then I’ll spend the whole day showing you how loved you really are.”

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Youtuber!Danny AU

Don't think I have the creative energy to expand this brainworm into an actual fic so ya'll just have to read a wall of text instead.

After a few close encounters where Danny's halfa identity almost gets revealed, Sam suggests the trio start a Youtube channel where they go about investigating all the so called "Ghostly Encounters" around Amity Park. Their goal would be to debunk as many ghost sightings as possible and establish themselves as well-known ghost deniers. After a bit of debate they eventually settle on naming the channel Chasing Phantoms.

Tucker really gets into it and eventually becomes the face of the channel. With Sam's coaching he learns how to play devil's advocate extremely well and figures out exactly how to craft his questions to manipulate people's responses. This way they can make these supposed "witnesses" discredit themselves within just a few minutes; Tucker will make them get worked up, angry, and confused about what they saw and trick the witnesses into making contradicting statements. This way they can throw out the witness statements as shoddy evidence because they're nothing more than a stress-induced hallucinations brought about by a gas leak. (They accidentally lean into the gas leak story a little too much in their early days - Danny uses his ghost powers to safely break piping in the places they're investigate to create evidence to back up their claims - thus triggering a mild panic in the citizens of Amity Park because one town should really not be suffering from this many gas line breaks.)

Sam is the director and editor, and has them film everything like it's in the style of found footage (she got the idea after watching The Blair Witch Project). They’re constantly making the "Looks directly into the camera like they're on The Office" joke whenever they interview someone who claims to have been attacked by a ghost.

Danny is the cameraman for the channel, but never shows his face because every time they tried to filmed him, his eyes would flash green in the lens flare and cause them to have to scrap the footage. He's still pretty chatty and viewers latch onto his sassy and sarcastic nature. They love his one-liners and the top comments of each video are usually just a repost of something witty he said (Sam leans into it and start naming the videos after lines that Danny drops while filming). Fans of the channel are constantly asking him for a face-reveal in the comments section. In fact, there's a whole subset of viewers that are dedicated to figuring out what he looks like. They have a poor quality jpeg file that's passed around and updated whenever a glimpse of Danny's appearance is reflected in a puddle of water or broken glass (which means Sam has to comb over the videos about ten times before they post them to make sure she didn't miss anything while editing).

Any time Danny ends up fighting a ghost and there's a witness, the trio will break into the site of the fight the next day (using Danny's ghost powers off-camera of course) so they can do an overnight stakeout. It always just amounts to the three of them goofing off and finding no evidence whatsoever. They do all the standard ghost hunting stuff but have to fib the data because Danny’s presence alone triggers the EMF reader and if they try and take the room temp anywhere near Danny it’s always like 10 degrees colder.

As time goes on, the channel starts to really kick off as people latch onto their goofy energy and start to get invested. However, they've also made themselves a lot of enemies within the student body at school, as most of their classmates have become discredited witnesses on their channel (with a few unfortunately souls even becoming trending memes for a few days). This also means Jazz learns about it and keeps volunteering to tag along or help out. She even gets Mr. Lancer to recognize the four of them as an official school club (she took initiative and made herself a part of the club AND club president without asking them), which he gladly approves since he doesn't believe in any of this ghost nonsense either.

Jazz is just really happy that there’s finally someone else in the family that is willing to stand up to their crazy parents' belief about ghosts, so she wants to be the supportive older sibling. However, she literally will not give the trio any space to deal with the ACTUAL ghost stuff. There are several pieces of unedited footage that lives on Sam's computer of Jazz showing up unannounced to an overnight stakeout asking Tucker and Sam “Where’s Danny?” and the camera would catch a glimpse of local menace Inviso-Bill getting his butt kicked by Skulker in the distance.

To get her off their back, Danny ends up publishing an hour long video essay about how ghosts ARE real, but that everything happening in Amity Park is just people making up bullshit for attention. He has to really commit to the act at home, but Jazz will eventually drop it and leave the trio to their own devices. This backfires however, as Danny's parents now believe he’s interested in ghost hunting and try to join him as well. Thankfully Danny is able to deter them by suggesting that they should all do their own research and compare notes later. You know, the more data the better, right? However, this means that in addition to his chores, homework, ghost fighting as Danny Phantom, and ghost hunting as Chasing Phantoms, he also now has to peer review his parents work so he's constantly exhausted. Tucker and Sam will usually let him copy their homework when the time crunch becomes really bad, and they will let Danny conk out for a much needed nap whenever the group gets together to brainstorm channel content or edit footage.

Following one of his encounters with Plasmius, Danny decided they should follow up the "Ghosts ARE real" video with a clickbait video titled “Top 10 places in Wisconsin that are ACTUALLY haunted!!!” They make Vlad’s Castle is #1 on the list and offer a reward to anyone that can bring them proof of a ghost haunting. They include a photo of Plasmius (that's been edited to look like bigfoot photos) so that people know what to look for. This means Vlad now has to hire extra security because the video triggers a mass influx of people that are constantly trying to break into his house and find evidence of this ghost for the reward.

Eventually Valerie and her dad end up on Chasing Phantoms as well, but as some of the discredited witnesses. It pisses her off so much that she starts up her own ghost hunting channel, Ghost Hunter Grey. She's constantly discrediting Chasing Phantoms in her videos and is very vocal on social media about how they give actual ghost hunters a bad name. Every time Chasing Phantoms uploads a new video, she stakes out the same place they did and uploads a video of her own a week later that includes all the evidence they clearly missed and a genuine, uncut interview with witnesses. She doesn't reveal her face (because of the reputation Chasing Phantoms has within the school) and uses a voice modifier when she edits her content.

Grey's videos aren’t nearly as popular as Chasing Phantoms content because Valarie tries to keep her videos more grounded in facts and backs everything up with proven science (unlike the trio’s videos which are just a constant barrage of ghost-themed brain-rotting jokes and funny reactions). It only frustrates her more and so she leans into the Popular Kids clique in order to low-key bully them as an act of revenge. 

When the trio catches wind about Ghost Hunter Grey's channel, they will film a fake video and wait the next day to see if someone shows up. Sure enough, Valerie makes an appearance shocking all of them. Sam holds the braincell and say that since they know, they can just be careful and the group shouldn't try and provoke her anymore. Tucker agrees, but Danny has other ideas and starts greifing her as Phantom. At first he will purposefully reveal himself to her when he knows she doesn't have a camera on her, but once he starts getting a little more bold he will start to photo bomb her with the dumbest expressions and just being an overall annoyance. It basically boils down to him doing shit like saying "Nobody will ever believe you." or "It's been five years, you have to let me go." before slowly turning invisible and flying away.

[godricgryffinsnore]

Harry and YN building up their dream home.

[a random 4 am request]

Blueprints, Blunders, and Butterbeer ♡ : A Harry Potter Fan Fiction.

pairing : Harry Potter x fem!reader

summary : A whimsical and heartwarming tale of Harry and his love building their dream home from scratch—complete with laughter, mishaps, and magic—proving that the best kind of home is one built together.

warnings : Pure fluff and domestic chaos, Light comedic injury (hammer vs. thumb), Excessive use of charm, puns, and enchanted vegetables, May cause uncontrollable smiling and the urge to redecorate with your partner 🧱💫. Please let me know if I missed any.

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You’d always thought building your dream home with Harry Potter would be a romantic whirlwind of soft music, shared paintbrushes, and spontaneous kisses under newly installed doorframes.

It was not.

It was chaos.

“I thought you said you knew how to use a hammer,” you muttered, arms crossed, staring down at your boyfriend, who was currently sprawled on the floor with a bruised thumb and a look of betrayal.

“I do!” Harry insisted, looking deeply offended. “Just… not when the nails are acting like Slytherins.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What does that even mean?”

“They keep dodging my strikes and judging me.”

You snorted. “Pretty sure the nails aren’t judging you, sweetheart.”

He looked up at you mournfully. “They definitely are.”

🧱

It all started with an ancient cottage on the edge of Ottery St. Catchpole—ramshackle and vine-choked, with more personality than practicality. You and Harry had fallen in love with it immediately. It needed “a bit of work,” which you now understood to mean: it needed everything.

Day one had been about demolition.

“I don’t know if this wall is load-bearing,” you’d said.

Harry, wand in hand, beamed. “There’s one way to find out.”

Three loud cracks, a puff of plaster, and a very angry gnome later, you had discovered it was, in fact, load-bearing.

“We’ll fix it,” he’d promised sheepishly, brushing dust off your head and kissing your temple.

Day five was the plumbing disaster.

Harry had insisted on trying a Muggle method, “just to learn.”

You were still not over the geyser that had burst from the kitchen sink, soaking you both and leaving you looking like wet rats huddling over a how-to YouTube video. He handed you a cup of tea afterward, his hair still dripping. “I think we invented a new water feature.”

You almost hexed him.

But then he grinned, wide and hopeful, and you forgave him again.

🖌️

By week three, things started coming together.

You painted the bedroom a warm, golden hue, and Harry spelled the ceiling to look like the night sky, complete with a little enchanted shooting star that zoomed by every hour.

“I named that one after you,” he said one night, pointing at a sparkling star near the center.

You looked up at it, breath catching. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s the brightest. And slightly chaotic.”

You smacked him with a pillow, and he cackled.

🌱

The garden was your pride and joy. You planted wildflowers and grew your own vegetables (or tried to).

“Why are the carrots floating?” you asked, peering over the raised bed.

Harry scratched his head. “I may have used Wingardium Leviosa instead of fertilizer.”

“HARRY.”

He dropped the carrot mid-air. It bonked him on the head.

He pretended to die dramatically in your freshly planted dahlias.

“I’m not helping you up,” you said, but you were laughing too hard to sound convincing.

🎶

Then came furnishing day.

You discovered Harry had absolutely no taste in furniture. He wanted beanbags in the living room. Bright orange ones.

“Why orange?”

“They’re like the Chudley Cannons!”

“They also look like pumpkins that lost their will to live.”

After a passionate debate that may or may not have involved you threatening to transfigure them into literal pumpkins, you compromised: one sad orange beanbag in the corner—“The Timeout Chair”—and a proper sofa you picked together.

He sulked dramatically in the beanbag for an hour and only came out when you made hot cocoa and told him he was your favorite wizard, even if his interior design skills were suspicious at best.

🔥

The final touch was the fireplace.

Harry insisted on building it by hand.

“I want us to have a place we sit by in the winters,” he said. “Where I propose. Where our kids fall asleep with cocoa mustaches and Christmas jumpers too big for them.”

You blinked, trying not to cry.

That was how you found yourself handing him bricks and biting your tongue every time he placed one crookedly.

“Are you crying?” he asked one evening as you both sat in front of the finished (and slightly uneven) fireplace.

“No,” you sniffled, tucking your face into his jumper.

He pulled you into his lap, kissed your forehead. “You’re thinking about the cocoa mustaches, aren’t you?”

You nodded.

“I’m thinking about our kids stealing biscuits before dinner and blaming the dog.”

“We don’t have a dog.”

He looked very serious. “We’ll need one. For the blame, obviously.”

🎇

The first night you stayed in the cottage, it still smelled like paint and plaster, and half the wardrobe doors were missing. But you were curled in bed beside Harry, wrapped in a blanket, his arm tucked tight around your waist.

“Think it’s perfect,” he whispered, brushing a kiss against your shoulder.

You looked around your slightly crooked dream home—your scratched floorboards, your starry ceiling, your half-working plumbing—and smiled.

“It is.”

He grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Just wait ‘til I install the quidditch pitch in the backyard.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Too late, already drew the blueprints.”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him anyway.

After all, it was your dream home.

And it was filled with love, laughter, magic—and one very determined, hammer-incompetent Harry Potter.

[wheeloffortune-design]

re: latinoamerican/hispanic/south american discourse

out of nowhere but i see this often enough online and it bugs me

people fight because the terms latino, south-american, and hispanic, all mostly overlap but the definitions are slightly different and exclude slightly different people.

South-America: Countries from the South American continent. Does not include Mexico and Central America.

Hispanic: Countries and people that speak Spanish. Includes Spain, does not include Brazil.

Latino: This one is the trickiest because the definition is a bit vague, and that creates conflict. Mostly, latinoamerican countries mean the ones conquered by Spain and Portugal, so Mexico and everything south of it. No, I know French is a latin language but it does not include the French colonies (source: I'm from Québec. We do not consider ourselve latinos. Only pedantic people in Youtube comments use this as a gotcha.)

Mostly, it means a culture, but that's also tricky because even though there are similarities, of course Mexico and Chile won't have the same culture. And as I understand, the Carribean coutries are even more unique, but there's a history of racism in the latino community that tends to exclude them and that's not cool. And of course, Indigenous people can decide to call themselve latinos if they want to, or not, and that's alright.

So, you have this mass of countries, cultures, and people, that do have similar traits, but are also different enough to argue about everything. Just ask them what is the word for a drinking straw.

I think the problem is that the world tends to put us all in the same basket. Africa has to live with that too, but I'm starting to hear more and more "Ok but which African country, you can't just say someone is 'from Africa'". And I feel like people understand now that "the Orient" is not a thing and I do see people say that all Asian countries are not the same. Of course there's still a long way to go, but I don't even hear that when talked about Latinoamerica.

And! Mostly, what enrages me, is that we are not kind between ourselves, or with our diaspora! Every day I see comments saying you're not a real latino of you don't speak perfect Spanish, if you don't dance, if you can't recognize a bachata from a salsa, if this, if that.

Colonization, slavery, and then US imperialism fucked up most of our countries, installing dictators and fucking up the economy. Of course you will have a massive exile, and our people will be spread across the world. Of course you will have second generations immigrants that only have what their parents taught them for crumbs of the culture. Of course you will have children that will struggle to speak Spanish because they don't use it everyday, and calling abuelita once a month is not enough to keep a language.

These immigrants, these children, will be told all their lives that they don't belong to the country they now live in. Please don't tell them they don't belong in the culture they had to leave too.

What I mean with all this: The world brushes off too easily, and we deserve to be treated with more respect. But before we come to that, we need to respect each other, and celebrate our differences instead of using them to determine who is and who isn't part of the club.

There may be a lot of differences between me, a pale skinned, black haired, Chilean immigrant in Québec who speaks mostly French; and a Black Puerto Rican who lived in their country their whole life; and a white and blonde Mexican who now lives in the US but still grew up in Quintana Roo; and kids all over that don't really care for their parent's music or food because they got their own things going on; and people who struggle to learn and keep Spanish and Portugese.

But if we decide to all call ourselves latinos, then that's what we are, and that means we're family.