#it’s going to be horrible for me but i’ve already accepted that and i won’t be taking about it with any of you <3

[livvyofthelake]

predictions for barbie 2023

ryan gosling will interact with one man and you all will write hundreds of gay fanfictions about it

barbie and america ferrera will textually fall in love and you guys will all go omg best friends <3

there will be a 15k note tumblr post about how it’s slightly misogynistic to care so much about ken in this movie and everyone will reblog it and then continue talking about ken instead of barbie

the sex education men being in this will absolutely make what i’ve just described five times worse

also all the classic greta gerwig movie discourse will be happening until october

[leahsgirl]

“yes you idiot.”

— in which leah has planned on proposing to you for a long time - except when that time does come; it all goes awry.

pairings - leah williamson x reader (female)

warnings - none, just minor swearing.

a/n - this is my first shot at writing so it may be horrible i apologise

—

“so once i’ve finished setting everything up I’ll text you and let you know i’m on my wa-“ Leah was mid conversation with Beth and Viv; until you interrupted of course, slotting yourself next to the blonde and matching strides with her as you make your way off the training pitch.

“what are you guys talking about?” you questioned as you observed beth and viv give each other a quick glance.

“nothing baby, I was just asking how myles was adjusting.” Leah replied, reaching out for your hand.

You and Leah have been dating for two and a half years, having officially met playing for the England squad a year prior. While Leah wasn’t your biggest fan to begin with - that soon changed when you made the transfer from manchester united to arsenal, allowing you and the blonde to get closer which then resulted in the two of you starting dating.

“oh my god, you have no idea how excited i’ve been to see him again.”

“i still want to know how you taught him to sit the first time meeting him - he won’t do it for me and Viv.” Beth bewildered.

“what can i say? i’m just the chosen one.” you smirked. “are you sure you can’t come Lee?” Now diverting your attention back to your girlfriend who was sorting out clothes to change into. You and a few of the other girls were going to Beth and Viv’s for a little girls/catch up night, unaware it was actually a set up to keep you out the house while Leah put her plan into action.

“i’ve got to go and help Jacob move stuff out of his apartment y/n or you know i’d be there.” She kissed your cheek.

“definitely just a sore loser because ya’ lost the game last time we went.” Katie piped up, appearing next to the taller girl who in turn gave her a petty slap on the arm.

—

“you’re beautiful.” a voice spoke from the other end of the room, slowly getting closer and wrapping their arms around you from behind as you looked at yourself in the mirror, peppering a few light kisses near your ear.

“and you’re late, weren’t you meant to meet Jacob twenty mins ago?”

Leah shrugged it off. “and miss the chance of admiring my girl. no way.” She planted a quick kiss on your lips, knowing you’d just finished applying your makeup. “besides, he changed the time to seven, i’ve got a good half an hour.”

She plonked herself down on the bed, fiddling with the rings she wore on her fingers. “what you thinking about in that pretty head of yours?” throughout your relationship with leah, you’ve got to know her pretty much inside and out, and if theres one thing you do know; she only messes with her rings when something is bothering her. “hm..nothing, just thinking about us i guess.”

“us?” you pushed, now joining her on the bed. “just like how we’ve ended up here and how thankful i am for you and everything.” the blue-eyed girl turned to look at you, as if she was studying your whole face. “well, i’m very thankful for you too, even if you are a pain in the arse most of the time.” the twenty-six year old faked hurt and annoyance. “but i love you.” you said more sincerely, placing a tender kiss on Leah’s forehead.

“i love you too.”

__

Leah kindly offered to drop you off at Beth and Viv’s which you accepted of course. All of the other girls were already there; Alessia and Lottie were fussing over myles, Katie, Caitlin and Steph was in what seemed like a very intense conversion, Jenn and Lia was messing with different filters on TikTok and Beth & Viv were playing host.

“there she is! y/n come in.” Viv ushered you inside and offered you a drink. You immediately making a beeline for the man of the hour, crouching down preparing to be bombarded by a very excited puppy.

Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Leah had began decorating. Her plan was for you to come home to a nice romantic homemade dinner, where after you share some nice conversation and food - she would pop the question, asking you to be her wife.

She’s had this planned for a good couple of months, having gone out with some of your teammates to acquire the goods and then going ring shopping on one of her few days off. To be honest, she was quite proud of herself she’s managed to keep this a secret from you for all this time.

The blonde started by blowing up some heart shaped balloons, followed by scattering rose petals from the front door all the way to the dining table which had been covered with a white table cloth and taper candles. She was making your favourite dishes for the meal of course; pasta with pesto and finishing with churros.

easier said than done however. “how do i make pasta?” the defender flipped the camera so her mum who was now on facetime can see the ingredients. It was times like this where she wishes she helped with the cooking more around the house. After practically what turned out to be a cooking lesson, Leah took the opportunity to change into something nicer, and less covered in flour.

Making her way around the bedroom, she opened her nightstand drawer, sifting a few things around until she pulled out a small black velvet box. She opened it briefly, checking the ring was okay and preyed to god you would like it.

Taking one final look at her work around the house, she pulled out her phone to text the fellow forward.

to: meado

just finished up back here, i’m gonna start heading to yours now.

As the night died down, your teammates and yourself had all congregated in the living room, spread across the sofa and the floor with some kind of cheesy sitcom that Lia put on playing in the background. Different conversations were going on, you finding yourself in a deep conversation with Jenn and Caitlin.

“Well well, look who finally decided to show her face.” Katie announced, pointing at all too familiar blonde locks. “Hey guys.” You got up and walked over to her planting a kiss on her cheek.

“i thought you had to help your brother?” You ask while absentmindedly rubbing her back. “oh..i did, we just finished so I thought i’d come pick you up.”

“Do you want a drink Leah?” Steph offered, holding up a beer in each hand. “No thanks, we have to get back to the apartment.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Do we?”

“Yes we do, now come on.” She took your hand and tried to pull you to the door. “What’s with the rush? You’re being weird Lee.”

“I’m not - i’m just tired that’s all, i’m ready for bed.” She fake yawned. You sighed, “okay grumpy, just let me say bye to everyone.”

It’s safe to say the car ride home was no better. Leah’s leg was bouncing up and down which isn’t exactly ideal when you’re driving, she was cursing out everyone on the roads and kept messing with her bangs if they moved in the slightest. “Are you sure you’re okay love?”

The blonde turned to look and you and gave a weary smile, lifting your hand to her lips and giving it a gentle peck. “I’m fine I promise.”

Walking up the steps to your shared home, Leah stopped you before opening the door. “Okay I need you to close your eyes and only open them when I tell you.”

Complying, you shut your eyes. “Suspicious Miss Williamson.” You stated as you could hear your girlfriend fiddling with her keys in the door. she wrapped her arm around yours and guided you inside. “Okay you can open them now.” You followed her advice and took in your surroundings, suddenly getting an overwhelming sense of love surge over you. “Surprise.” Leah pulled you over to the candlelit table and pulled out a chair for you, waiting for you to sit down to then tuck you in. “Lee..i’m speechless. What’s all this for?”

“Just doing my girlfriend duties and treating you.” The blonde brought over two dishes to the table and sat herself down opposite you. “Shut up! you made my favourite meal?!” Taking a bite off your fork, your mouth practically waters with how good it tastes. “Oh my god, babe this is incredible.” Deciding to be more romantic, you twirl some of the pasta onto your fork and hold it out for Leah to take which she does.

it was all going really well; it had been long overdue since you and leah had a ‘date’ so to speak. While you loved your job and wouldn’t trade it for the world, it often meant romantic gestures like these were far and few in between.

“Is something burning?” The smell of smoke filling your nostrils as you look at the kitchen.

“Shit shit shit!” Leah was quick to her feet, opening the oven where a surge of grey smoke escaped and pulled out a tray with what were now very burnt churros. “For fuck sake.” The defender whined “Well there goes dessert.”

Joining her behind the kitchen island, you looked at the baking tray. “well..you tried.” half-heartedly joking, you looked at the older girl who now had a pout on her face. “It’s okay Leah, you made a lovely pasta. Besides, i’m sure we have some ice cream or something in the freezer.”

“No you don’t understand, tonight was meant to be perfect.” She ran her hands through her hair in frustration. You knitted your eyebrows together “Okay out with it.” sternly said, crossing your arms.

“Hm?”

“You’ve been on edge all day..you change the conversation when i caught up to you, meado and Viv. You couldn’t come to girls night which you never miss; i know you said you had to help your brother but then he suddenly changes times, you was angsty all the way home and now you’re practically arguing with the oven. So tell me what’s going on.”

Leah motioned for you to sit on the sofa. “Okay this isn’t how I wanted it to go down but-“ She took a deep breath. “Y/n, as you know i’m not really big on talking about my feelings, but the past three years have been the happiest of my life. you make me excited for the next day to come, you always push me, you stuck with me during my lowest, especially during my acl recovery, you just make me a better person.”

She takes your hand in hers, caressing your skin with her thumb and looks you directly in the eyes which at this point were working hard to not well up. “I guess what i’m trying to say is-“ She reaches into her pants pocket pulling out the familiar black velvet box. “-Will you marry me?”

As she says those four words, she opens the box and looks down at it, doing a double take as she sees its empty - the ring no where to be seen. “What the fuck, where’s the pissing ring.” Colour is draining from her face at this point as she stands up and frantically starts pacing. “You’ve got to be shitting me, the one day i need things to go smoothly.”

“Do you mean this ring?” You held up a ring with an oval diamond at the centre of it. Leah looked dumbfounded “How-how did you-“ The blonde was at a loss for words.

“Lee you dropped it twice during dinner - i even passed it to you once.” You giggled as you passed her the ring back “Did you?”

“See, you’ve been so uptight you didn’t even realise.” Standing up, you wrapped your arms around her neck, moving closer so that your faces were inches apart. “But my answer is yes.” you say barely above a whisper.

“yes?” at this point you thought you’d broke your poor girlfriend. “Yes i’ll marry you idiot.” Pressing your lips onto hers, you emerged yourselves into a deep kiss filled with passion.

Your now fiancé slipped the ring into your finger, admiring the ring and then you. She picked you up, twirling you around out of pure happiness and relief.

“Now how about dessert?” You winked and tugged her towards the bedroom.

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[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

Had to split the last chapter into 2 separate ones bc i got a bit overzealous with this one... so here’s chapter 3! may be a longer bit before 4′s ready, but  Enjoy! [tw: blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts/ death/ survivors guilt]

Ch1 Ch2

Tsunade: Enter. Kks: Mornin’. Tsunade: Kakashi. I got your message. So, Gai made it out of the coma, huh. I’ll go see how his condition is when I’m done here. Kks: I’m sure he’ll love that, but that’s not why I’m here. Tsunade: Are you looking for work? I can assign you-. Kks: More of a discussion. About the hokage thing.

Tsunade: Are you finallt giving me an answer? Kks: Yup. I’m saying no. I’m not interested. However, if there is truly no one else, I have a compromise if you’re interested.

Tsunade:It’d better be a good deal, brat. The council won’t be happy with this. You were about to accept months ago. Why say no now? Kks: Alot’s changed since then.

Gai: Papa

[gai sighs] [window sliding]

Kks: Yo. Gai: Rival!! Happy to see you! Kks: I see you’ve had visitors

Gai: Yes! I am so lucky and moved! Especially from our students! Kks: How are you feeling? Gai: Sore. Stiff. But much better than this morning. [kks hums] Kks: Sorry I took so long. Got caught up. Gai: Nonsense! I was honored to wake up to see both of your beautiful eyes first thing. You look so youthful! You left in such a hurry, you left your shoes. Kks: Yeah, had a soggy walk to my apartment. Can’t return those slippers now. Gai: How are /you/ feeling?

Gai: You seemed so overwhelmed and I couldn’t move. I feel like i’ve missed so much. Kks: I’m ok now. Just needed some air. Plus, sorted some things I’d been neglecting. I knew you’d be flooded with visitors. So, I stayed out of the way. Gai: Pretty cool response per usual. Kks: I think you’re pretty cool

Kks: How long are you stuck here? Did they say? Gai: A few weeks. Most of it depends on the physical therapy progress. My chakra network is fried. It’ll be slow to heal if at all. They’ve never treated my condition before, so the doctors are not sure what’ll happen

Kks: Did Tenten tell you about her plans? Kankuro even offered his experience building a prosthetic. Gai: Yes. She was very excited. Kks: /You/ don’t seem as enthused. What’s bugging you? you’re usually delighted by your team’s passion or whatever. Gai: I am truly touched because I know she’ll give it her all, but...

Gai: It won’t make a difference. Kks: What did the doctor say? Gai: Even if I can stand or walk, I’ll have lasting damage and pain. I’ll need a wheelchair the rest of my life. My time as an active duty shinobi is done.

Kks: You’ll get through this. Gai: What am I going to do, ‘Kashi? Kks: You’re stubborn enough. I’m sure you’ll find a way to prove them wrong. Like walking on your hands or something. You’ll be a menace in a wheelchair in no- Gai: I do not want you or my students burdened by my injury

Kks: That’s what you’re worried about? You think mourning you would have been any easier on anyone? You’re more to them than just a teacher. If you could have Dai back right now, wouldn’t you want that? Gai: Of course I would. Kks: Then see it from their perspectives. Don’t just lie down and accept this is how your life ends. That’s not how Dai raised you.

Kks: This is terrifying to deal with, Gai, It’s ok to feel overwhelmed. But please don’t give up. I won’t let you. Gai: I was prepared to die Kks: ...I’ve understood wanting to be dead for a long time. I get it. Gai: I do not regretn my decision at all. Regardless, I’ve hurt you the most. I know you’re angry.

Kks: I won’t lie to you. I am angry. Extremely. But I’ve wasted so much time pushing you away already. I don’t want to waste anymore time we have left. The only consistent thing in my life has always been you. I’ve said horrible things to you, and you never abandoned me. I think all the time about how I would have turned out if you didn’t keep me human. Self sacrifice seems to be something we have in common. Neither of us were meant to be without the other apparently... We’ve both been brought back from death. So maybe it’s...

Baby gai: You’re my eternal rival... My man of- Kks: Destiny

Kks: Strongesttaijutsu master who ever lived. My eternal rival. My man of destiny. I’m so happy you’re alive

[gai crying]

[Gai sobbing/crying]

[meraki24601]

Power

Hero had seen Villain’s power. They had seen what came of the people they used them on. Some were left mutilated, and others had their minds twisted past the point of no return. It was such a horrible, dangerous power; Hero always did everything they could to keep their sidekicks from getting in Villain’s way. 

They knew all of this, but for some reason, Hero never believed Villain would use their power on them.

Because of this, when Villain offered Hero water after a short but violent battle, which ended in a draw, Hero accepted it—an honest mistake from someone who rarely faced the consequences of trusting the wrong person. A foolish, simple-minded, honest mistake.

“You fought well today, Hero.” Villain had chattered absently as Hero nearly drowned themselves, guzzling down the water. “There’s no chance I could convince you to work with me? To switch sides?”

Hero chuckled, “You’ve gotten stronger. Any chance you would switch to my side?”

“No. I’m afraid you won’t be seeing me again for a while. If you survive, you’re going to have a rather long recovery.”

“Ha! You’re stronger, but not that strong.” Hero stood and stretched, showing off their flexibility. 

Villain slid out of their chair to kneel in front of Hero. Hero was bent over, touching their toes, and Villain had come so close that their fingertips nearly brushed Villain’s knees. “How is your back, Hero? Feeling tense?”

The question rattled Hero. They knew what had happened, what they had done when they suddenly couldn’t stand upright. It only took one drop of Villain’s power for them to control a victim, and Hero drank their water without questioning why the bottle’s seal had already been broken. 

“Did you know my power manifests as a liquid?” Villain gestured for Hero to lie on the ground at their feet, and Hero’s body obeyed. “It is completely clear and has no scent. It does, however, have a uniquely sweet taste when undiluted. Or, so I’ve been told. Would you like to test if that is true?” 

Villain rubbed their thumb over Hero’s lips. Gentle but determined, the thumb forced it’s way into Hero’s mouth and pressed against their tongue. Several tiny drops of power condensed on Hero’s tongue, and Villain forced them to swallow. “Very good. So well behaved.”

Though no sound escaped, Hero was screaming. They trembled under Villain’s touch. If Villain had asked them to jump off the roof of the building they were on, Hero wouldn’t have been able to stop it from happening. The power had complete control over their body.

“I think we understand each other a little better now. Do you agree?” Villain moved Hero so they were leaning against the parapet. “I’ve learned a new trick recently. I’d like to show you if you have time.”

Hero regained control of their voice, “Don’t. Let me go.”

“Ah, good. I appreciate your willingness. I definitely need the practice.” Villain’s grip tightened on Hero’s vocal cords, strangling their protests. “I heard period cramps can be painful enough to compare to a heart attack. The question I wanted to test was a comparison. Would stripping the lining of another organ be worse? It took some experimentation, but I’ve improved my ability to isolate specific organs and order them or the muscles around them to expand or contract in such a way that the lining breaks apart. It goes something like this…”

Villain kept Hero quiet as they let their power work. They didn’t let Hero rest. It took some doing, but they soon had Hero on their feet, walking beside them as Hero’s stomach began to rip and tear. As they moved through the city, Villain leaned in close to whisper each thing they were going to do to Hero before following through. 

If Hero was honest, those quick warnings were the only thing that kept them sane. Each time their body was ready to give out, Villain commanded their cells to knit back together. Hero’s only hope was the large, dark building they seemed to be heading for. 

“This is it, my dear. We’re home.” Villain sighed into the empty entryway. “Welcome to your new home.”

Villain allowed Hero to scream. 

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Valentine’s Day grandma! There’re too many amazing options, so dealer’s choice?

Spock has an older brother.

He’s a teenager when Spock is born and by the time he’s taking his first cautious steps, he no longer lives at home. Sybok graduates the head of his class and flies through the Science Academy with similar ease and for almost as long as Spock has had memories, Sybok has been talking about his thesis.

It’s topic changes often enough that Spock’s stopped keeping track.

When he’s younger, it would be inaccurate to say that Sybok is around often, but he is around. His brother visits home to pilfer texts from the family library and to have short, tense conversations with their father but he will ask Spock about his studies and always inclines his head to Spock’s mother, something that many Vulcans will not do, so he thinks that means that Sybok loves them.

After he gets into a fight at school, Sybok doesn’t visit anymore.

Spock accepts it as something else that his emotional outburst has cost him and refuses to let the tears fall no matter the pressure building behind his eyes.

Books still disappear and reappear from the library, so he knows that Sybok is still coming over, it’s only when Spock isn’t home. Eventually he starts appearing again, and he still has those horrible tense conversations with their father and nods at his mother, but he no longer lingers to ask Spock about his studies.

The fact that it hurts so much is just a sign that he needs to focus on his control.

When Spock is fifteen, Sybok leaves Vulcan.

He tells himself he doesn’t see his brother often enough for it to matter. It s the truth and yet it feels like a lie.

Spock doesn’t mean to overhear a conversation that isn’t meant for him. But it his mother speaking, and Sybok, and he’s never observed them to exchange anything but greetings and farewells.

“-don’t have to do this. I know you want distance, but-”

“I’ve already tried the other side of the planet,” he says dryly, speaking with an oddly Terran cadence to his words. “The problem is he can still comm me and send his friends to look at me disapprovingly.”

“He’s concerned,” she says.

Sybok laughs. Spock startles, nearly giving himself away, but forces stillness and silence.

“I don’t want to overstep,” his mother says softly, “I know it’s not my place-”

“Amanda, please,” he scoffs. “This is your home, you’re my father’s wife, and you’re my brother’s mother. How can you overstep? You can’t speak freely anywhere else on this planet, of course you can speak freely with me.”

There’s a long silence. Spock wants so badly to peek around the corner, but if he does then they’ll know he’s there.

“He wants you to be happy,” his mother says. “I do too.”

Sybok sighs, but it sounds a lot nicer than his laugh had. “He wants me quiet. It’s bad enough that he’d decided I’m a bad influence on Spock, at this rate he’s doing to decided I’m a bad influence for all of Vulcan and kick me off the planet myself. I’m just speeding up the process.”

Father thinks that Sybok is a bad influence? Why would he –

“That incident was not your fault,” his mother says sharply.

Oh.

“Father was probably right, actually,” he admits. “If I’d been allowed to talk to Spock after, I would have told him it was a job well done. There’s fire in our blood, Amanda. Rage is the most Vulcan emotion there is.”

Spock blinks. That’s nothing he’s heard before.

“It’s things like this that make your father worried,” she sighs.

He laughs again, gentler this time. “It’s fine. I’m going to go to a nice remote planet with all my books and work on my thesis and this one is far enough that even Father won’t be able to bother me.”

“But Tarsus IV?” she asks. “It’s barely colonized, and it has terrible ion storms, and their agriculture is still developing! It’ll be difficult for you to keep to a Vulcan diet!”

There’s another silence, then Sybok says, “My mother never worried over me. She did not find it logical to waste the energy and mental capabilities on events she could not control.” Another pause. “It’s nice that you do, Amanda.”

“Oh, Sybok.” His mother sniffs. “You’re my husband’s son and my son’s brother. You’re my family too. Please be careful and let me know if you need anything at all. We’ll be waiting for you to come home.”

“I believe you will, at least,” he says, and then before his mother can respond, continues, “Live long and prosper, Amanda.”

She sighs again. “Live long and prosper, Sybok.”

Spock forces his racing heart calm. He hopes his brother returns home soon.

[good4olivia]

solutions

pairing: aemond targaryen x maid!reader summary: aemond disagree's over what his lover should be doing this evening

Aemond smiled too himself as he closed the door to his chambers seeing you already there, folding his sheets over the bed. “My love, good news.” He announced. 

You looked up at the prince, your lover in secret. You worked as his maid, well you were placed to Aegon’s chambers but Aemond quickly saw to remedy that. “Pray tell.” You answered, walking to meet him in the centre of the room. 

Aemond quickly met your lips in a kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. “The lords from the Reach are running a day late behind in their travels so dinner has been moved a few evenings. Which means, I will be free to the spend the evening with you, much to my pleasure.”  

“And you assume I have no plans this evening?” You said, a teasing glint in your eyes. In truth you had made arrangements for the evening, seeing as Aemond was preoccupied and the septa had granted you a rare night off. 

Aemond only tensed, not one for jests when it came to his time with you. “And what pray tell, are your plans this night, [name].” 

You sensed the tension flowing off of him, he only ever used your name when he was crossed. “The court’s singer is a friend of mine and he is performing a number of songs in one of the taverns in Flea Bottom.” You told him, a slight smile finding your face at the thought of hearing some music. “He lets me in for free as I always slip him a lemon cake from the kitchen.” 

“Hmm.” Aemond dropped his hands from your waist and walked past you to his fireplace. You sighed and followed him there. 

“Aemond, darling, you’re not upset right? I only accepted the offer as I thought you to be preoccupied tonight.” You told him earnestly, though in the back of your mind, the idea of having a night to yourself away from the prince was comforting. The attention he gave you was like nothing you had ever experienced but at times it could be overwhelming and easy to get lost it in it. 

“You shouldn’t have accepted at all.” He didn’t look at you, “You are not going to the performance.” He spoke it as a statement that you had no way of refusing. 

“My prince,” You reached for his hand, “I’ve been looking forward to this night. I don’t get to hear music very often, it is quite a treat.” 

“You look forward to a night away from me?” He scoffed, finally looking you in the eyes. “Do I not always tell you; I’ll give you anything you want? Yet you have never mentioned your love for songs.” 

“I feel weird asking you for things, Aemond. You already do so much for me.” His eye softened at that but you could tell he was still no where close to letting this go. 

“If you wish to hear the court singer play, I will have him perform in my chambers.” Aemond suggested. 

You could feel the frustration growing inside of you like a vine, “I wish to go the taverns and see my friend perform to a crowd, I wish to-“ You cut yourself off. You knew Aemond would only twist your words. 

Thankfully, he skipped past your slip up, “I will escort you to the show, if it’s this important to you.” 

“Aemond-“ 

“Flea Bottom is dirty, dangerous and full of horrible men and women. Anything could happen to you there, how do you expect me to sleep knowing my princess is in that sewage city and not here, in my bed?” He questioned. Aemond often referred to you as his princess, when you brought up you’re only a maid - he would simply say one day you would be his wife so you were already a princess in his eyes. 

“If Flea Bottom is so repulsive to you, why do you think you would have a good time in the tavern?” 

“I’m not going there to have a good time, I’m only going to protect you. I don’t understand, I am only offering a solution.” 

“Saying you won’t let me go unless you escort me is not a solution.” 

“It’s the only way you’re going so take it or leave it.” 

You had nothing left to say so you stood up and finished the work you had left in his room. Aemond sighed, ran his hands down his face. He did not mean to upset you or be difficult but how could you not see how horrible Flea Bottom is? How could you want to spend your time there? If he was being honest, he also knew it was because you did not grow up in royalty like him. You were used to dirty streets and loud taverns, he was not. It was only another thing that reminded him that you from different worlds. How he wished that you were born in a higher place in the world, so you could love each other without objection. 

“My beautiful, please. I don’t want us to fight. I promise that I won’t make complaints during our time there, I will be on my best behaviour.” He said, wrapping his arms around you from behind resting his head on your shoulder. 

You were still silent, so he started to kiss the side of your face which only made you melt in his arms. “Promise me?” You gave in. 

“Yes, my heart. I just.” He paused trying to find the words,”I would burn down the seven kingdoms if I was ever to be without you.” The statement made your breath catch in your throat. Just as much as you had your reservations about his intense love for you, you loved it as well. You grew up knowing you were nothing, a nobody servant girl but now the prince of the seven kingdoms is madly devoted to you. It was like nothing you had ever experienced and you knew you never wanted to be without it. 

“Very well, then.” You turned around to face him, kissing him as well. “I love you.” It was the first time you ever said it. You felt the nerves martliaze in your belly awaiting his response. 

Aemond was silent for a moment, his mind was racing. He knew he loved you for long but he hadn’t though you to be the first to say it. He was overjoyed. Aemond removed his eye patch and let it fall to the ground. He wanted you to see all of him. You gently ran your thumb down the scar. “It’s beautiful.” 

He kissed your thumb, then held your hand in his. “I love you more than I have ever thought possible.” 

You smiled at him, he returned it. The feeling he always he carried in his chest when his eye patch was on was gone when you looked at him not as he was a monster but a whole man worthy of your love. 

“I should go get ready for tonight.” You squeaked with excitement, “I have one evening dress, I only save it for special occasions.” 

You squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek but before you could get two feet away he reached out for your wrist again. He had the mind to offer you one of his sister gowns but just before he spoke he figured that was not the right attire for Flea Bottom. 

Instead he only said, “Meet me back here in an hour.” 

“An hour? He doesn’t start singing an hour before the 24th bell.” You told him. Aemond only nodded and you were off, skipping away to get ready for the night. 

Aemond sighed, this was going to be a long night. It was worth it to him though, he would do anything to spend time with you and protect you.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Waiting For Shanks To Return To Tell Him Surprising News

Shanks X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes and a dagger is involved

Word Count: 1.7k

(A/N:) Hello readers! I should finally start getting back into the swing of things now that Christmas is here! I’ve missed writing so much and I have ideas I’ve been wanting to write especially about One Piece. Back in November I had went to see Red and to made me fall in love with the story. So now I have started reading and watching One Piece and Shanks and Zoro are my faves. So I’m starting out with Shanks but I have an idea for Zoro and an idea for Sanji so just keep an eye out hopefully I can write those soon! But I am still learning about this universe so mostly these imagines are just for funsies so don’t take them too seriously! X3 But it feels good to write again and I look forward to posting more! So until next time happy reading! ~Countess

You stood upon the shore of Foosha Village’s port watching the horizon as you did every evening as the sun began to set in the sky. The salty waves crashing the shore sent droplets of water to spatter against the hem of your flowing gown as the breeze billowed your hair behind you tangling it just enough that you would have to brush it when you got home. Nobody of the village would bother you at these moments, as you were waiting and hoping for Shanks to return and soon. Usually you were on the boat with him just another piece of his large crew. But the last time he docked at Foosha you were ill and couldn’t get well in time for him and the crew to set sail. So he left you with a house upon a private cove overlooking the ocean to see when he sailed in and in the care of Makino as he knew that she would take the best of care of you until you were well again.

“You won’t be long,” you had asked him weakly.

  He gave a gentle smile with a hint of sadness, “I’ll try my best. Wait for me to return upon that far horizon.”

“Okay,” you whispered falling back to sleep to escape another bout of nausea.

That had been six months ago and now you stood upon the sand watching and waiting with a protective hand over your swollen belly. Makino had fetched the village doctor when you hadn’t improved in several days and that’s when your pregnancy was revealed. Wedded to the notorious red haired pirate and now mother to said pirate’s child. You were nervous about how Shanks would take the news when he finally returned, yes he already had an adopted daughter in Uta, but having a baby while he was so busy was something you were afraid he wouldn’t accept. You also feared he’d leave you behind once more, only to never return leaving you alone to raise the child that he helped create. 

You kicked at the sand in frustration as the familiar ship didn’t part the horizon like you hoped. As the temperature began to drop as the sun sank lower you shivered, you decided to go back home. Your older more comfortable clothes no longer fit thanks to your large stomach so you had to make do with the flowing gowns Makino dredged up for you. With soup bubbling in the pot above the fire you dished some out and ate before deciding to just go ahead and sleep. You hadn’t been able to sleep much lately as the baby was beginning to grow more restless and keeping you awake for majority of the night with their squirming and moving. It didn’t take long for you to slip into dreamless sleep as the exhaustion was starting to get too much to bear.

Shanks knew that you wouldn’t be awake at this hour but he had pushed his crew to make it back to you tonight. He had been gone a lot longer than he intended, and while he knew you would understand he couldn’t help but still feel that pang of guilt deep inside. Since getting to know each other you both hadn’t left each other’s sides in so long. So leaving you alone without anyone there at all times of the day was a horrible feeling he never wanted to repeat. His bed in his captains' quarters had never been colder since he had to leave you behind. Now as his crew were about ready to drop he had them rush through docking the ship and making preparations to stay for at least a few days. He had much catching up to do with you and preparing you and all the supplies for an extra person tagging along once more.

 With the familiar boat docked in the bay he searched for you, it was late but he was sure that you would still be up looking for his return. When you didn’t show up rushing towards him with open arms Shanks gave his men free rein to do whatever they pleased (as he knew they wouldn’t take advantage of the good people of Foosha) he made his way towards the place he had bought you to stay. Upon the top of the cove he saw your place all dark and lifeless. He couldn’t stop the panic welling in his chest as horrible thoughts came to his mind. Surely you were okay? Shanks rushed in catching the door with his one hand before it could bang against the wall, while he was losing his mind he knew that there could still be the possibility that you were just sleeping. His worries eased as he saw the freshly dirty dishes and the smoldering fire in the hearth, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he saw you. So to the bedroom he went where the sight that he beheld made him suck in a breath. There you laid, sleeping peacefully, warm blankets pulled to your chin. Though covered he could tell the difference in your form. Gone was the shape of the woman who was used to fighting, sailing, and climbing. Now you were round and soft and Shanks knew that the feelings that were rolling under the surface wasn’t just from seeing you for the first time in forever. 

It didn’t take a genius to realize that you were pregnant and heavily so. He sat on the edge of the bed not really wanting to wake you but having a hard time controlling his self. Reaching out with a calloused hand he brushed hair from your open mouth. Your face scrunched and you mumbled something he couldn’t make out, it made him chuckle. You immediately went into action, hand rushing to underneath your pillow, you pulled a dagger out holding it to his throat in a threatening motion.

“Who are you,” you snarled ready to slit your intruder’s throat.

“Hello to you too beautiful,” Shanks chuckled again and the dagger was dropped immediately.

“Shanks??”

“Yeah,” he sighed gathering you in his arm, “it’s me sweetheart.”

“Sorry that your first greeting back was a blade to your throat.”

“Not the worst greeting I’ve ever received,” he smiled cupping your cheek. “It’s good to know that you never lost those reflexes that you honed all those years sailing with me.”

“Well,” you pinched his cheek, “I can’t spoil my husband’s good name by being weak.”

“You’ve never been mistaken for weak and never will be. I’m the idiot who left you though in this condition.”

You hung your head ashamed, “We didn’t know. I’m sorry I didn’t send word to you. I was afraid you wouldn’t be happy.”

“How could I not be happy?! This is amazing and such a surprise. Who knew your sickness was just symptoms from being pregnant?”

“I’m sure the rocking boat didn’t help with the puking and bouts of nausea.”

“Yeah we rocked the boat ourselves on several occasions that’s what got you into this state in the first place,” the mischievousness in his gaze was not lost on you.

“Shaaaaaanks,” you whined punching his shoulder.

“Kidding,” he kissed you softly. “But not really, cause it is the truth.”

Moments passed by quietly as you just held one another basking in the presence that you both missed greatly. The sound of the ocean outside your little home bringing back so many memories over the years you both had spent on the high seas together. It was just a perfect moment that Shanks knew he had to interrupt, though he didn’t want to.

“Want to go see the crew,” he asked breaking the peace. “They’ve missed you almost as much as I have.”

Though your body was exhausted and you were embarrassed about how big you have grown, you couldn’t deny your red haired pirate or his lovable crew. “I need to change into something warmer and can you help me get there? The walk has been getting more difficult in my state.”

“You don’t even need to ask.”

Shanks held your hand tightly as he helped you down some of the steep slopes to the sandy beach below. While your little cove away had seemed so cold and lonely the last few months, this was the first time in awhile you enjoyed the walk with the warm hand squeezing yours with gentle pressure. Life without Shanks around was boring but mostly it was lonely. His warming presence was something you never really thought about until it wasn’t around. And whatever fear that had been pressing upon you, keeping you from enjoying watching your baby grow within you dissipated with his contagious grin. His ship came into view and you could see the guys buzzing back and forth taking care of the ship’s needs before theirs. You glared at your sheepish husband at seeing how exhausted his men were.

“I couldn’t help it,” he defended himself. “I was desperate to see you and so were they.”

“Treat them to a good meal tomorrow and some good ale,” you elbowed him.

“Yes ma’am,” he agreed wanting to stay in your good graces. As soon as the hard working crew spotted you with their captain a roaring cheer lifted into the night sky. You could have sworn the ship rocked even harder than the waves crashing against it with the excited men. You laughed using Shanks as a sturdy crutch as you waddled across the shifting sand. They tossed themselves overboard stampeding toward you and Shanks. Shanks pulled you protectively into his side bracing you behind him just in case his rambunctious men got out of control. But as soon as they saw your condition they skidded to a stop in awe. “Surprise,” you teased sheepishly. Silence passed before a loud roar sounded out and several sharp slaps to Shanks back left him staggering and his back stinging. Some of the men softly asked if they could touch their stomach, as they were remembering pregnant wives at one point in their lives. You agreed tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as they accepted you and the little one inside. It felt so good to have your husband and friends back and you couldn’t wait to get back onto the seas sailing with your family with a new addition in tow.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

yes i already sent make me write but then i saw the theories and i need this with haste /j

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Damn! 168 for time loop:

Tagging @steadfastsaturnsrings

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Eddie goes stiff. He doesn’t say anything for over a minute. Buck thinks he must be searching for excuses. Lies. A way out. If he tries it, Buck thinks he might scream. 

He doesn’t.

“Yes,” Eddie whispers eventually. 

Buck takes a deep breath. 

“Okay,” he replies shakily. He doesn’t turn to look at him.

“Buck, I’m sorry,” Eddie tugs on his shoulder. 

Well… Buck is sure Eddie is sorry Buck keeps dying. But he’s not so sure he’s sorry about the lying. 

“Why?” Buck asks. “Why make me think you and Chris were dead, too?”

“I needed you to take it seriously,” Eddie says. “Buck, I needed… You know how you get, I…”

“Needed me to do what you wanted me to do?” Buck asks, finally turning to look at him. 

“No. No. Buck, you have to believe me,” Eddie begs. “That’s not… No.”

“Do I have to believe you?” Buck asks. 

Eddie looks as though he’s been slapped. 

“Buck, please.”

Buck shakes his head. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like I’m being unreasonable.”

“You’re not. You’re not.” Eddie promises. “You just… You don’t understand.”

“Oh, I know,” Buck replies. “That’s fucking obvious.”

“Buck, nothing else is different.” Eddie insists. “It’s still the same situation. We’re still stuck here, and I don’t know why or how. I still tried everything to save you, Buck. I-I swear I tried. I-I avoided kayaking. When that didn’t work, I took you to the hospital right away. Begged them to scan your head… They thought I was crazy. You said you felt fine. I-I couldn’t explain-”

“Wait…” Buck frowns. “You know why I die?”

“Oh, uh… Sorry. Thought you figured that out, too.” Eddie mutters. “I mean, I don’t know for sure. But I’m pretty certain.”

“And?” Buck demands.

“Epidural hematoma,” Eddie says. “A brain bleed.”

“Talk and Die Syndrome,” Buck replies. “Like Natasha Richardson.”

Eddie nods.

“Fuck,” Buck says. 

“I’ve tried avoiding the injury. I’ve tried addressing the injury. I’ve tried driving us home. I’ve tried locking us in our hotel room and not moving. It doesn’t matter. You die every time.”

There’s something a little frantic in his tone. A little unsteady. 

“And you really don’t know why you’re stuck?” Buck asks.

“Why we’re stuck?” Eddie corrects.

“No, Eddie. Why you’re stuck. You and Chris.”

Eddie looks sick. “Don’t say that.”

“Why?” Buck asks. “You said it yourself. No matter what, I’m dead.”

“No,” Eddie replies. “No, because it starts over again. You’re here talking to me. You’re not dead.”

“And that’s why you won’t try? You won’t try to solve the loop?” Buck asks.

“Not without saving you,” Eddie replies. 

“Maybe that’s why the loop isn’t ending, Eddie. You won’t accept that you can’t.”

“No.” Eddie says firmly. “I won’t accept that. You’re right.”

Buck feels his eyes burning. He doesn’t want to die. He really doesn’t. Especially not now, when life is so damn good. But… But this is futile, isn’t it? This is horrible. Eddie has been torturing himself. And now… Well, now it feels like he’s torturing Buck a little, too. 

“Eddie, this can’t go on for… For eternity. It just can’t.”

“Why the hell not?” Eddie demands. “We’re in literal paradise. We’re together. It… It was happy.” 

“Eddie, I know you don’t want to lose another-”

“Stop,” Eddie begs. “Stop, Buck. It’s not that I don’t want to. I won’t. I will not lose you, after everything, to a fucking kayak rack malfunction.”

Yeah. Yeah, it is a pretty stupid way to die. After all the other things he’s survived. Like, dying in a tsunami? Expected. Not recovering from being struck by lightning? Reasonable. Dying after being blown up in a fire engine? What a story. Dying from a delayed reaction to a brain injury after being hit in the head by a kayak on a family vacation? Just sort of sad. 

Buck swallows. “I’m sorry it happened this way, Eddie.”

“It’s not over, Buck,” Eddie insists. 

“It has to be,” Buck says. “You have to get Chris out of this. He needs to grow up. He has a whole life ahead of him.”

Eddie’s eyes well up. He’s almost trembling.

“Buck, you don’t understand. “He’s happy every day. We were all finally happy. Together.”

“I know, but-”

“No, you don’t know!” Eddie snaps. “You don’t know. He’s lost his mother already. We… I… I almost lost him last summer, because I couldn’t… I’ve thought it through. You think I haven’t? We can’t lose you. We won’t… We just can’t. I can’t. He can’t.”

Fuck.

“Eddie, as long as he has you-”

“No! That has not been true. We have always needed you. He cannot lose another parent, Buck!”

Yeah, it would… It would fuck up Chris. For sure. Buck can see that. But more than Chris losing another parental figure, Buck thinks this is really about Eddie not being able to lose another spouse.

[jerzwriter]

It's their fourth third Valentine's Day together, and it looks a little different than the rest. Still, all is going well until Tobias drops a little bombshell.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Tobias x Casey Carrick (F!MC) Words: 1,500 Rating: Teen A/N: @choicesholidays Valentine's Day @choicesfebruary2024 Eros/Philia/Storge/Pragma

Darkness had already settled over the City of Boston, but the Carrick family’s kitchen was still full of life. Casey was tableside, desperately trying to convince Samantha to finish her dinner, while Tobias finished off the dishes from their meal that ended a half-hour before. In the midst of it, Pietro chased a ball around the kitchen floor, repeatedly skidding into a wall. Tobias shook his head with a chuckle.

“You know I’m going to have to pad the wall, or Pietro’s going to end up with brain damage.”

He peered over his shoulder when Casey didn’t reply, only to find her twirling around the kitchen, to their daughter's delight.   While Sammy happily babbled and clapped, the one thing she wasn’t doing was eating.

“Babe...” he said, bringing Casey's chaotic dancing to a halt.

“Uh.. yeah,��� she stammered, slipping on her socked feet. “What did you say?”

“I said I need to pad the wall so Pietro doesn't keep slamming into it. But I think it might help you, too. What are you trying to do over there?”

“I’m trying to get our daughter to eat,” she sighed. “Bedtime’s in a half hour, and you know she won’t sleep long if she’s hungry.”

“True, and heaven knows we don't want any interruption tonight... but how is that Irish jig supposed to make her eat?”

Casey’s eyes met his, narrowing with both amusement and scorn. “It wasn’t an Irish jig! I was attempting to dance like Angelina Ballerina... I thought if I pirouetted these peas into her mouth, she just might take them.”

Tobias wordlessly turned off the faucet and dried his hands with a half smile. Walking over to the table, he took the spoon from Casey’s hand.

“Let me help.”

“I don’t know what you can do. It's been 30 minutes, and she hasn't eaten a thing. You're not going to..."

Casey’s jaw hung open as her husband began serenading their daughter, and the moment he started, she gleefully accepted her bits of chicken and strained peas.

“I’ve got sunshine... on a cloudy day... when it’s cold outside... I’ve got the month of May...” he crooned as his wife stood flabbergasted at his side.

“But... I don’t... how?”

“I don’t know, baby... I just have the magic touch. Ooh! Maybe I should sing The Platter’s instead.”

“You do that,” she huffed. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”

The thought of his beautiful wife stepping into their shower filled his head with less pure thoughts, and why not? It was Valentine’s Day, after all.   

“Nice,” he grinned. “Then, after I get this adorable little gremlin to sleep, Mommy and Daddy can celebrate grown-up style.”

With a chuckle, she stopped at the door. “Valentine’s Day sure is different in the parenting era... isn’t it?”

“Sure is,” he said, scooping the last bit of food off Sammy’s plate. “But it’s still amazing.”

“Of course it is,” Casey teased. “You’ve got me and Sammy... and she obviously likes you much more than me.”

“That’s not true,” he insisted. “And if it is, it means our daughter has horrible taste.”

“Well, she does like those peas,” Casey shrugged, then she was on her way.

~~~~~

Sometime later, Casey trotted down the stairs to find their rose bedecked living room looking like a scene from a movie. Awash in a soft, golden glow. Tobias had scattered meticulously selected candles all around; only Casey's absolute favorites would do. After lighting the last one, he turned his attention to her, eyes full of desire.

“You like?” He smiled as she sunk into the plush cushions of their sofa.

“What’s not to like,” she beamed. “Everything is beautiful! I sure am a lucky woman.”

With a gentle growl, he crossed the room and bridged the space between them, his hands sliding over the soft curves he so adored. Casey held him close, quietly giggling as he peppered her with kisses. The sound of her laughter, combined with the warm vanilla-jasmine scent that was hers and hers alone, left him lightheaded; Casey made the man drunker than wine ever could.

"What are you doing?" She laughed.

"What do you think? Any objections?"

"No, Dr. Carrick,” she swooned. “Not a single one."

He pulled back slightly with a smile, mesmerized as he ran a hand through her hair. "You know, you're the best wife I’ve ever had."

"Oh, really," she raised a brow. "I was under the assumption I was your only wife unless you have a whopper of a secret you need to divulge."

"Well, now that you mention it...I sort of do."

“You do?” she asked, eyes widened. “Do you have another wife... of a big secret?”

“Only the latter,” he chuckled deeply, his lips descending just under her ear. “But we can talk about that later.”

But later, it came much quicker than he had expected when Casey sat upright and turned on the lamp beside her.

“What are you doing?” he gasped.

“Tobias, you may be married to one of the most incredible women in Boston, but I’m still a woman... and there is no woman on earth that’s just going to carry on like nothing has happened after her husband announces he has a big secret. So... if you want to get back to our previously scheduled activities... I suggest you spill... and spill fast.”

“Case,” he whispered, the seductively playful gaze that usually got him out of anything firmly in place. “I’m just teasing. Now, why don’t we....”

“... have a conversation about this secret, Dr. Carrick.” She crossed her arms defiantly. “What happened to you? You used to be so smooth.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess I’m off my game.”

“Sleep deprivation will do that,” she smirked. “Now... your secret?”

Tobias shifted uncomfortably, finally settling, he took Casey’s hand in his.

“It’s not a secret, really. It's just something I’ve wanted to discuss.”

Her eyes silently urged him to continue.

“I just... I’ve been thinking. I’d really like us to have another baby.”

Casey sighed with relief. “Well, duh! That’s not a secret, Tobias! You’ve made it very clear you’d like enough children to start your own softball team.  And while you’re not getting that many out of me, we’ve always said we’d have more someday.”

“Yeah,” he turned to her with puppy dog eyes. “What if that someday were, say... now.”

Casey pulled away. “Now? Now, as in... you want to try... now?”

“Why not,” she asked, scooting closer to her. "It would be a great story to tell our kid... you were conceived on Valentine’s Day.”

“Iww. First, no... no kid wants to hear that... and you mean, now?”

“Yeah. I mean, think about it.  Even if we got lucky right away, we’d have to wait nine months for her to get here...”

“Wow, you know that? Looks like that Hopkins Med School degree really paid off...”

"Very funny," he smirked. "What I'm saying is we'd be looking at the end of the year. Sammy would almost be two...”

“She’d be a year and a half...”

“True, but... wouldn’t it be nice if our girls were close in age.”

“Girls?”

“Yeah, I'm pretty confident I don't make boys.”

"Babe," Casey laughed. "Are you being serious?”

“Do you think I’d interrupt Valentine’s Day sex if I wasn’t?”

“I don’t know,” she wondered. “It’s unlike you to interrupt any sex, so I guess you are serious.”

“And I take it you're not in agreement."

“Tobias,” she sighed, gently caressing his cheek. "You know I want to have another baby, but... now?"

“Sure... I mean it... I don't want the girls far apart in age. My brother and I had such a big age difference, and I'm not sure I want that for them. Besides, it’s not like money is an issue, and...”

Casey could tell there was more, so she gently pushed him along. “And?”

“And I’m going to be forty in five days.”

“Are you saying your bio clock is ticking.?”

“Wiseass," he grinned. "So, you're not on board."

“I’m... not... not right now. Sammy isn’t even a year old yet, and while I love being her mom and parenting with you... it’s not easy, Tobias. We’re both exhausted most of the time.”

“So, we can get more help. I’ll even let Ma come over more often.”

“Oh great! So then I can institutionalize you and have to raise two kids on my own? No, thank you.”

Taking in his small frown, Casey pulled him into a hug, gently kissing the top of his head as she caressed him.

“I know you’re going to be forty, but I’m only thirty-one... and if we’re honest, Sammy was a surprise. A wonderful surprise, but a surprise nevertheless.  I figured we were a couple years away from considering having our first, and I’m not so sure I’m ready to be the mom of two just yet.”

“Yeah, and it would really be the mom of three if you count me.”

“Hey," she said, raising her hands. "You said it, not me! I’m not saying we have to wait forever... Sammy turns one in April, why don’t we revisit this conversation at the end of summer... and not right before we’re about to get busy.”

With an impish grin, he grabbed his phone from the coffee table.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

“Scheduling our conversation for Labor Day weekend... that's kind of appropriate if you think about it.”

Casey gently shoved him, falling back onto his lap in a fit of laughter. "You are too much.”

"I am, aren't I?" He smiled, leaning over to give her a soft kiss.

"OK. So we're not making a baby tonight... but we can still get in some practice?" Animatedly wagging his brows.

"Sure," Casey laughed. "I'm always down to practice... where would you like me?"

Tobias bit his lower lip and eagerly flipped on top of her.

"Right here... I'm not waiting. Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

"Happy Valentine's Day," she replied. "But no baby yet, sir!"

~~~~~

I hope you enjoyed the silliness. I figured this is where they'd be in their relationship right now. Thanks so much for reading!

[jenyifer]

Only Friends in Brain Soup

If you have seen my posts before you’ll probably recognize I use the term brain soup a lot. To me they are posts about my random questions I have while thinking about only friends. And I hope they feed your brain with new ideas about things. I’ve compared contrasted every character to Boston because he lives in my heart uwu. But I’ve realized something from making many many brain soups.

All of the Only Friends characters are alone. In their own minds each one is lonely this drives each of them to the point of desperation and moral grey.

Mew the intellectual desire to be in a relationship with Top. I think it was really telling when Mew said he should like ray he’s always been there. Very objective. Mew tried to think about Top in this way when they got together. Mew feels disconnected from his friends above them. He thinks he knows everything about them and they can’t understand him. He’s not gullible like he told Boston. He was always fearing the worst. Because he’s alone in his own mind on his pedestal and when he met Top join him there Mew can’t let go.

Top is the definition of an obsessed with aliens kid due to parental neglect. He is extremely self dependent. Arrogance that he can charm any person into dancing for him. But no one cares about who Top is and before Mew he kept the real Top who likes art hidden away. He can call Boeing or Boston to have relations with them because they don’t mean anything to Top so why would Mew care.

Sand’s conversation with Nick about talking to himself because he was lonely was very telling. I’m sure Sand did have people who considered Sand their friend but because of his emotional parentification he felt like no one could or should be there for Sand. He’s shocked when Nick wants to live with him because I bet he didn’t consider Nick someone who would help him out. He’s selfless to Ray because he is already expecting to be treated that way. Pushed aside not a priority and he feels like shit when he lets himself believe ray could challenge his place in life.

Ray 🥲 do I need to talk about him again. He has abandonment and depression issues from his mothers death that has lead to a mask. Shallow friendships. Shallow life. Ray is only a visitor. He can let go of Mew and Boston so easily because they didn’t really know ray anyway in his mind. Even Sand Ray held him so far away because he couldn’t believe sand wants to be patient loving to him. He’s afraid of the rejection the pain that can come with Sand being too close. But Sand keeps pushing his way in.

Boston someone who never received love before and thinks that is normal so he never gives it. Boston does feel love for his friends and Nick but showing it impossible. To protect himself he has meaningless flings never letting someone expect love from him. He keeps the reins of control because love scares him after his life of upheaval and neglect. He’s just a liability a temporary problem. He is going to leave soon. Internally Boston feels horribly alone because no one loves who he is because it’s so locked away there is no road of love in. But Nick sees it.

Nick doesn’t believe anyone could love him. Nick is extremely insecure about himself. He would rather people look at his outward appearance and ignore what he really is. The stalking is just a performance so Nick can be the one with all the knowledge in the relationship so Boston won’t see the horrible person Nick is. Nick can’t even let Sand really love him in a friendly way. He tricks himself into thinking it might be lust just because he has positive fuzzies for Sand. He can’t accept sand might just enjoy being about Nick for Nick.

Loneliness that binds them and keeps them separate. The great push and pull. Only. Friends. Lonely Friends.

[living-lucid-dream]

Blind Pico AU (part 10/10, aka: the end)

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We pick up right where we left off, with Pico and Boyfriend restrained and at the mercy of Daddy Dearest. Dearest approaches Boyfriend and holds up a syringe filled with an amber-colored liquid. He asks Boyfriend if he knows what it is. Boyfriend says he doesn’t. He also tells Dearest he can do whatever he wants to him but to let Pico go. Pico yells at Boyfriend to shut up, that he’s not leaving him.

Dearest rolls his eyes and mutters, “How touching.” Then he nods toward the henchmen holding Pico, leading one of them to give him a jab in the gut, right over his incision. Pico howls with pain and Boyfriend screams at them to stop hurting him.

Dearest laughs and pretends to wipe tears of mirth from his eyes. He says that was a satisfying diversion, but now it’s time to get back to business. Waving the syringe, he tells Boyfriend that it’s heroin—more than twice a lethal dose of heroin, to be precise. He nods to the henchmen holding Boyfriend. One of them produces a belt and tightens it around Boyfriend’s arm. Seeing Dearest approaching with the syringe, Boyfriend struggles against the henchmen holding him and yells, “What are you doing? You—you said you were going to make me a star!”

“And we are!” Dearest crows. “You see, the only thing the public loves more than a Cinderella success story is a tragedy. A young, up-and-coming rapper with a bright career ahead of him sadly succumbs to his hidden addiction…your single will go triple platinum at a minimum. I daresay you’ll be nominated for a Grammy—posthumously, of course.”

Seeing Dearest get nearer, Boyfriend frantically replies, “I don’t know what ‘posthumously’ means but I do know I won’t be able to accept the award if I’m dead!”

Dearest shakes his head, stating that he can’t believe Boyfriend can be that stupid and wondering what his daughter could possibly see in him. Then he plunges the needle into Boyfriend’s arm.

From across the room, Pico screams for Boyfriend to talk to him, tell him what’s going on. Boyfriend shakily tells him that Dearest just “got” him and then he moans as the high starts to hit him all at once. Pico begs Boyfriend to stay awake and keep talking. Boyfriend tries but his consciousness is already deteriorating. Within minutes, he is completely unresponsive, even when Dearest slaps him across the face. Dearest tells the henchmen “That’s it; he’s done” and to “drop him” before proceeding toward Pico.

Hearing Dearest coming, Pico yells a litany of threats and curses his way. Dearest tsks and says, “Now, now. Don’t think I’ve forgotten you. You see, in situations such as these, there must be somebody who supplied the poor, pathetic artist with the drugs. In this case, we’ll say it was his mentally unstable friend who was known to run with a rough crowd.” He stoops down to pick up Pico’s gun from the floor and places the barrel against Pico’s temple. “Sadly, between his mental illness, his recently acquired disability, and the horrible guilt, it was all too much to bear, and his friend chose to kill himself with his own gun….”

Meanwhile, Nene and Darnell arrive at Coast2Coast Records. Hearing a commotion in the lobby, they crack open the door to see Boyfriend unmoving on the floor and Dearest approaching a restrained Pico, who is swearing at him furiously. As Dearest’s intentions become clear, Darnell whispers to Nene, “Can you make the shot?”

Nene rolls her eyes and says, “Watch me.” Then she whips out her throwing star (the one Pico gave to her) and throws it, hitting Dearest’s hand and making him drop the gun. Instead of recovering the gun, Dearest turns around to see where the weapon came from. This gives Nene and Darnell all the time they need to wreak havoc: Nene starts throwing knives at the henchmen holding Pico while Darnell uses his lighter to spit fire at them. The henchmen retreat, kicking Pico’s gun out of Dearest’s reach as they go.

Dearest screams at the henchmen to “Come back; get back here you goddamn useless idiots!” but the henchmen are like a herd of startled zebra, unable to comprehend anything Dearest is yelling as they stampede away. Darnell tackles Dearest as he’s trying to restore some semblance of order and Nene hurries over to Pico, who is now curled up in shaking a ball on the ground. She scoops up his gun on the way and hands it to him while saying, “It’s us. You’re safe.”

She is surprised to see that Pico is crying. Frowning, she says, “Hey…are you OK?”

Pico says that he’s fine, but Boyfriend isn’t and tells her about the heroin. As he finishes, Darnell shouts, “Yo, Nene! A little help over here?” Nene hurries over to help Darnell keep Dearest restrained. She quickly tells him about Boyfriend. Darnell asks Dearest if this is true and Dearest affirms that it is. Darnell makes sure to twist his arm extra-painfully before saying, “Hey, Pico? Get over here and blam this motherfucker already.”

Pico gropes his way over to them and Nene helps him put the gun to Dearest’s head. Dearest’s tone suddenly becomes beseeching as he says, “Hey, now. You don’t really want to do that, do you?”

Pico says, “You killed Boyfriend. You tried to kill me. So yeah, I really, really want to do this.”

And that’s when Girlfriend arrives on the scene. Darnell and Nene both let out surprised shouts at her still-demonic appearance. She hurriedly switches back to her normal appearance as she cries, “Daddy! Pico! What’s going on?” Then she sees Boyfriend and everything else in the room seems to stop existing. She runs to him, crashing to her knees beside him and shakes him, desperately trying to wake him up. When it becomes clear that that isn’t going to happen, she lets out a heart-wrenching scream before absolutely roaring at Dearest, Pico, Darnell, and Nene: “WHAT HAPPENED?”

While Dearest (unsuccessfully) tries to free himself from Nene and Darnell, Pico tells her what has happened. Girlfriend turns to Dearest and all the fire has left her eyes. On the verge of tears, she says, “Daddy, how could you?”

Dearest tries to say that Pico is lying, but Girlfriend isn’t having it. She says, “Mom told me everything, Daddy. I saw the video she sent you!”

This seems to stop Dearest in his tracks. While he is fumbling for a response, Pico asks Girlfriend what she wants him to do. (“Do you want me to blam him or…? I mean, I know he’s your dad and all….”)

Girlfriend thinks for a moment. She looks down at Boyfriend, at his blue lips and his still body. Then, echoing Mearest’s words, she says, “Do whatever you want. And when you’re done, we’ll throw him in the trash with all the other garbage.”

Dearest blanches. He sputters, “Sweetheart, you can’t mean that.” Girlfriend closes her eyes and looks away. As Pico is about to pull the trigger, he finally shouts, “I can save him; I have Narcan!”

Pico asks him what that is and Darnell explains that it’s a medicine that can reverse opioid overdose and that there’s a good chance it can save Boyfriend. Nene warily asks Dearest: “Where do you have it?”

Dearest says he’ll tell them if they let him go. Darnell and Nene defer to Pico, who says, “We’ll let you go…if you’re telling the truth.”

Dearest tells them that he has it in his jacket pocket. Pico asks Girlfriend to come and check Dearest’s pockets. As she approaches, Dearest tries to say something like “See, pumpkin? Everything is going to be fine” but Girlfriend won’t look him in the eye. She digs through his pocket and finds that he does have a box of Narcan there. She takes it and Pico (reluctantly) tells Darnell and Nene, “OK; let him go.”

While Dearest dusts himself off and casually strolls out the door, Girlfriend is busy panicking. She exclaims that she doesn’t know how to use the Narcan. Darnell takes the box from her and pats her on the shoulder. He tells her, “Don’t worry. Nene and I have got this.” Then he steers her over to wait with Pico while he gives Boyfriend the Narcan and Nene calls for an ambulance.

Girlfriend is beside herself as Pico holds her in his arms. She becomes even more distraught when she realizes that Pico is bleeding (the gut punch caused his incision to partially dehisce). She keeps repeating, “I’m so sorry; I’m so, so sorry….” Pico tells her not to apologize, that none of this is her fault. She sobs, “But…but you—you’re hurt! A-and Boyfriend…he…he’s…” she trails off, crying in earnest now. Pico gives her a firm hug and tells her that he is OK, that Boyfriend will be alright, and most important of all, that he loves her. Just a few seconds later, they hear Darnell exclaim, “Hell yeah; welcome back to the land of the living, brother!”

Pico and Girlfriend hurry over to find that Boyfriend has woken up. Boyfriend is confused, asking what happened—where Dearest went, when Girlfriend got there, when Darnell and Nene got there…. Girlfriend interrupts his questions with a deep kiss while Pico holds him so tightly it’s as though he’ll never let go. Then they fill him in on what he missed.

As they finish, the ambulance arrives. Boyfriend says that he feels fine and that he doesn’t think he needs it, but Nene and Darnell urge him to go because the Narcan might wear off before his body clears out the heroin. One of the EMTs notes the blood on Pico's shirt as he escorts him to the waiting ambulance with Boyfriend and Girlfriend. Pico insists that it’s nothing but agrees to let them check him out.

It turns out to not be “nothing”, though it isn’t life-threatening: he needs stitches to re-close the incision. He’s not happy to be separated from Girlfriend and Boyfriend to get the stitches (and even more unhappy to hear that his lifting and activity restrictions have been pushed back another two weeks), but eventually he gets to re-join them in Boyfriend’s hospital room.

They are delighted to see him and he is relieved that Boyfriend still seems to be doing well. Boyfriend reiterates that he feels fine and that the doctor said he could leave a few hours after his IV finishes. Then they tell him that they have something important to discuss with him.

Pico says he hopes that they are more forthcoming than they were the last time they had something important to tell him. They laugh and tell him not to worry. Then they tell him that Girlfriend isn’t planning to return home and ask if it’s OK with Pico if she moves in with them as well—that they want to officially start living together, all three of them. Pico is surprised and asks Girlfriend if she’s sure she’s ready to take that step. Girlfriend tells him that she needs time away from her parents after everything they did (“and mom told me not to come back if I left, so…yeah.”) With no further hesitation, Pico tells her that of course she’s welcome to live with them. He also mentions that they might be cramped in his small apartment but that he’s sure they can make it work.

Girlfriend and Boyfriend exchange a sly glance at this. Noticing the shift in their demeanor, Pico asks them what they’re thinking. Boyfriend says that Darnell and Nene visited for a bit while Pico was getting his stitches and that they helped him make a few calls to the record label. First, Boyfriend told the label that Dearest wasn’t going to be his agent anymore due to “artistic differences.” Then, with Nene and Darnell’s coaching, he negotiated the beginnings of a new recording contract. The advance he’ll be getting will be more than enough for them to buy their own house!

Pico is stunned by this revelation and makes a note to get hold of Darnell and Nene and thank them both profusely for their help (not just for the contract, but for EVERYTHING they have done). Once he recovers from his surprise, he says that he also has something to tell Boyfriend and Girlfriend. It’s not as exciting as their news, but it’s something he’s been wrestling with a lot lately. They ask him what it is and he tells them he’s ready to try the Orientation and Mobility classes. They both give him their encouragement and ask him why he changed his mind. He tells them that for one, he hated feeling so helpless when Dearest’s goons jumped him and Boyfriend. Even though the classes probably won’t make him able to fight the way he used to, they WILL help him to not feel so lost without either of them around to guide him. More importantly, he realized on the day of the interview that his life could still be happy and good without his sight and that he feels like he’s ready to accept that his vision isn’t going to come back.

The three of them exchange sweet hugs and kisses, excited to be on the verge of a new chapter in their lives and in their relationship with one another.

~

And there you have it: the entirety of this monster of an AU in summary and semi-prose form! I've been toying with the idea of turning all of this into a proper fic to be posted on AO3 but it would take a lot of work to bring it up to my standards for that. (Basically, the tumblr posts are equivalent to the FNF base game release, while the AO3 version would be more like the full-ass game.) If you've stuck with me this far, I give my sincere thanks and I hope you enjoyed the Blind Pico AU!

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 4

surviving is a choice. make yours.

you can’t be afraid to kill. you understand?

i’m not afraid to kill. i’m just… afraid.

i was trying to save lives. i had to try. somebody had to.

if they slaughtered everyone once, what the hell makes this any different?

this sounds like a suicide mission.

we did terrible things in its name.

my honest advice would be that if you’re that miserable, you should break up with them and be with me instead.

you are remarkably resistant. it must be exhausting. 

how is it possible that this is the most scared i’ve been all day?

you don’t have to like what i did. i don’t. but just accept it.

we’ve all done the worst kinds of things just to stay alive. but we can still come back, we’re not too far gone.

this is why i like you. you just want to hold my hand.

when are you two going to make out already?

have you ever had to work for anything? 

bad things happened because i was scared. they didn’t need to. i didn’t need to be afraid.

i don’t have to be tough. i can run. i’m good at that.

my mom used to say, “everything works out the way it’s supposed to.”

have you been in love with me this whole time?

you start breathing, i’ll start you a shower, and we’ll go from there.

maybe we could catch our breath here for a while.

life isn’t a race. you taught me that. 

the whole world’s haunted now. there’s no getting out of that - not until we’re dead.

we’re supposed to be working together. 

this year would have been painful without you.

you were so self-obsessed, you never noticed your best friend needed you.

i don’t feel challenged. 

if this is where you want to be, then stay.

i need to know if you mean what i think you mean. do you still love me?

i’m with you. ’til the world explodes. 

if we’re going to do this, you need to be all in.

it’s funny how you don’t even notice the time go by. horrible shit just stacks up day after day.

you are not safe, no matter how many people are around.

we’re strong enough that we can still help people.

this is the nightmare, but nightmares end.

we ain’t dead. whatever happened, happened. let’s start over.

there’s nothing left in the world that isn’t hidden.

we’re friends. we have each other’s backs, that’s it. that’s how it works.

growing up is getting used to the world.

we do what we need to do, and then we get to live.

we don’t have to be friends. it just doesn’t have to be quiet.

people always die. you know that.

you don’t know yourself. that’s the big ah-ha for me here. i get you more than you get you.

i know that i love you, and i need you, and maybe you could love me too. and that’s okay.

all you do is hurt me.

oh, please, like you haven’t been waiting for me to screw up.

you’re no sheep. you’re a wolf. 

i actually thought you wanted to be my friend.

asshole, i don’t go to the gym every day. 

so, you’re leaving to fight ghosts? that’s the plan?

i don’t think any one place can be someone’s everything.

all i have is pain.

there are very few people in this world that make me feel the way you do.

can we just forget this ever happened, please?

you’re doing great. i promise.

it’s you and me against the world, okay?

friendship doesn’t matter. love doesn’t matter.

i’m superhuman, right? made of steel.

people will say almost anything to save their own life.

what if i hadn’t come home in time?

they think we’re guilty, so we are.

i’m grieving the loss of what we could have made this place.

tonight, even though we are in hell, i feel like i have another chance with you.

you and me are the way out.

i won’t let anything pull us apart again. you hear me?

i should've just skipped class, partied, had sex, have fun.

you smell like shit.

we need to get the fuck out of here now.

you are not defined by what happened to you. you are what you do.

fuck it. i’m dying tonight one way or another.

maybe you’re right. maybe shit is doomed. 

the reality is, i’m dying. i am dying. you have to face that. 

what happened to “me and you against the world, you’re all i need”?

stop crying where everyone can see you. it’s embarrassing.

all my days are bad.

tonight’s been the first time i’ve felt like myself in months. it’s been so long. i forgot what that felt like. 

you make me feel like… me.

you drive me crazy sometimes but we're in this together. you're not alone.

[skylarstark4826]

“How did you end up with the Suli family?” Rotxo asks one quiet evening. He’s sitting with Spider, helping him make nets while the others rush around elsewhere, probably readying dinner for their large patchwork of a family. In some ways they are still separate. Tsireya, and Rotxo are still more likely to listen to Ao’nung rather than Neteyam and he himself only listens to Neteyam, Kiri and the adults but they are coming together.

“What do you mean?” He asks, lying it out simple for the other to explain himself with. He knows how Spider ended up a Suli, officially, and it’s not a pleasant story. His healed leg aches on bad days, his hands tremble always, and it’s not easy, but it;’s the world he lives in now and he’s long accepted his place as a Suli instead of a Socorro. “I mean were you close with them before you were brought in?” There isn’t a Na’vi word for taken forcibly and Rotxo wouldn’t say that, if only because he doesn’t want to earn Neytiri and Neteyam’s ire. He himself can understand that, and his leg twinges, just a little bit. He also doesn’t know how to answer the question. Yes he was close with some of the Suli family but he and Neytiri didn't belong to each other for a very long time. 

The truth of the matter is that it’s complicated and Spider says so to Rotxo. He looks sad almost, like a kicked baby ilu. The mean part of Spider, the part he is always tampering down says let him be sad, let him feel hurt for he never soothed Spider’s hurt, never helped him run.This part is growing quiter by the day and the part that says look at this family you have been provided grows louder. He listens to the kinder part and asks, “Is there something you’re looking to achieve?” Rotxo squirms, and won’t look at him. He recognizes this behavior from Kiri when she really wants something but doesn’t have the words. It’s okay. He waits calmly and patiently for Rotxo to be ready to speak. He is used to hours of this, minutes do not phase him. Eventually Rotxo says, face flushed, “I want to belong to my family as you do your own.” Oh for all the things someone to ask him, it's this. Why is it this

 “Do they not love you enough?” He asks gently, very fucking confused because he knows that Ao’nung adores his younger best friend and that Reya loves him like a brother. Instantly Rotxo is shaking his head, gesturing wildly as his tail starts to flick in irritation. Spider’s pretty sure that he learned several of the ruder ones from Lo’ak but he isn’t going to tell. “I mean do they treat you like my family treats me?” Rotxo stops making horribl;e gestures that he probably doesn’t know the meaning of and shakes his head. Problem established, and now he can fix it, or maybe make it worse, depending on what he’s feeling at the moment. 

First thing’s first, establish what Rotxo actually wants and go from there. “What do you want from our family?” He says, and makes it as blunt as possible. Rotxo flushes and murmurs something quick under his breath. He waits, continuing to work on his net top, similar to what Reya wears only more tightly knit. “I want to be a brother to them, not like a brother, I want them to adopt me as they did you.” Surprisingly he doesn’t sound jealous or resentful, he sounds calm and at ease. “Our family,” he says, emphasizing the our , “took me in because I belong to Neteyam, always have. For a long time I got away with being a little shit but when I well you know, Neteyam snapped I guess. If you wanted to, you could try the same tactics.” 

Rotxo smiles sadly, “I’ve already tried acting out for attention. Once, only a few moons before the suli family arrived, I left for three days without telling Ao’nung where I went. He yelled at me but he didn’t do anything to stop me, you know?”  That’s fucking insane. Spider even during his skxawang years, never ever left Neteyam for longer than a day, mostly because he wanted to be with the Na’vi as often as possible but now he recognizes that some part of him knew, even then that it wouldn't go well. 

“That was really fucking stupid,” he says, wonder lacing his tone. Rotxo nods, “I know, and it didn’t even work. I spent three days feeling horrible and I didn’t even get what I want.” He pats his friend (brother?) on the hand. “I can tell you a little bit about my past with Teyem and Kiri if you want, see if that helps somehow.” Rotxo nods eagerly, so he starts with the first time he met Neteyam, also known as the time his entire life changed. 

“Well it all started with a tree…”

“What are you doing?” He startles, falling right down on his butt. He hisses, a sound that the science-men make when they’re upset, a sound that they only make when they’re in their avatars. He likes the sound, like he likes the Na’vi language. The science men taught it to him before they tried to teach him english . He doesn’t like english so he never speaks it, even when people as him questions in it. He’d rather speak Na’vi cause it’s sense and sounds like home. He suddenly remembers that someone asked him a question  so he turns round, smiling at the blue boy and girl who are lots taller then he is. He hears the boy wondering if he’s a boy or a girl so he decides the answer the question. “Imma boy,” he says simply, “and I’m trying to climb tree.” The two Na’vi stare at him for a moment before the boy smiles. “I teach you,” he offers. The girl comes closer, staring at him before ruffling his hair with a gentle hand. 

He likes these two people, they are kind and make him feel good. “You put your hands on the knobby things.” the boy says politely, so he turns around and does so. He finds this much easier and suddenly after a few more instructions he’s up in the trees, swinging from branch to branch. “Spider,” the boy calls, so he looks down to ask what a Spider is. “You’re Spider. That’s your new name.” He thinks about this and decides that being Spider is much better then being Miles, a name that the science-men say and look upset afterwards. He decides that he’s going to be Spider from now on. “ 

There’s a beat of silence, and then Roxto asks, “How old were you?” He shrugs, “I think I was about four or so.” He’s hit with the impression that if Rotxo had eyebrows they’d be raised to sky right now. “Why were you out alone that young. I know Neteyam and Kiri are older then you so that makes a little more sense but why were you left alone.” He makes a vague noise of ‘I don’t know’ , “The science-men were really busy so I kinda escaped a lot.” Rotxo looks pained. He sighs very softly and says,” In our clan children are never left alone until they prove they can survive without too much help. Actually, why were Kiri and Neteyam allowed to be alone in the forest?” He shrugs,” Teyam was a very violent child, and Jake trusted him to protect Kiri.” He remembers the many times that Neteyam hunted down other children and left them bloody for daring to hurt him or Lo’ak. In hindsight he really should have seen the whole force adoption thing coming. 

As he’s musing on this, Ao’nung and Neteyam enter the pod, chatting about something or other, obviously enjoying each other's company. Suddenly Spider sees a way to fix Rotxo’s problem and get himself some extra privileges at the same time.  “Hey Teyam, Ao’nung can you come over here?” The two look at each other, shrug and walk over. Rotxo hisses, “what do you think you’re doing?” but Spider ignores him. “Rotxo thinks you don’t love him as your brother because you’ve never stopped him from doing anything nor has anyone in your family punished him for messing up.” He tattles quickly, making sure everything gets out before Rotxo claps a hand over his mouth. Neteyam yanks him into his arms, freeing him from Rotxo. Ao’nung however is staring at Rotxo, mouth agape. “So you’re telling,” Ao’nung starts slowly, “that every single one of your stupid, pointless stunts, like running away for three days was to get my attention?” Rotxo starts to wither, shrinking into himself at the sharp anger in Ao’nung’s voice. “You know, I thought that listening to my father would be for the best, that it would be completely logical to let you remain only as your parent’s son but I think I was wrong.” 

Netayam laughs, says, “I’ve told you before that parents really shouldn’t get to make the decisions when you know better than they do. Also you should have asked Ronal.” Ao’nung does an imitation of flipping Neteyam off and turns back to Rotxo who’s curled in on himself, obviously afraid. “You are mine,” He says, gently but firmly. “You are mine, ma apre’ano, have been since the day we took you in.” Rotxo smiles, flinging himself into Ao’nung who catches him and hugs him tightly. They stay like that even when Tsireya and Kiri walk into the pod, stopping at the doorway when they notice how the four of them are tightly clustered together. “Did something happen?” Kiri asks, and Neteyam laughs, the sound filling up the hut. “Rotxo and Ao’nung are finally getting their shittogether.” Reya and Kiri both laugh, coming to join them in the little circle. It takes a while for Ao’nung and Rotxo to come apart but the second they do, Reya’s tackling Rotxo, murmuring to him. 

Eventually the adults come back, and they all sit down to eat. Halfway through dinner Ao’nung speaks up for the first time “Rotxo, if you ever try running away again, I will break both of your legs. Tonowari stares at his children in concern and Ronal says, “Finally.” Neytiri pats her on the arm and dinner continues on. 

[seeinginthedark]

What is written in this blog is the same as what I say in this 7 minute video .

The topic is the benefits of transmuting actual demons .

I want to say something based on my experience with demons . I think it’s a bit controversial what I’m about to say … they are sort of like a part of us … when we go through a horrible trauma , especially as children … sometimes a demon attaches itself to us as part of our darkness. They attach and become part of that darkness . As a way of protecting us. But sometimes it takes over and causes us harm or pushes people away. Makes us do dark things. What I’ve learned is that You can actually tell your demon that you don’t need it anymore to step in because u aren’t a young child anymore needing protection. Healing from your trauma will intergrate the demon to work with you and not against you . That’s how I managed my trauma demons , I transmuted them into my whole entire self so they work for me now and don’t haunt me or push others away . To heal from my trauma I did quite a few different healing methods . I won’t list them in this video. Different methods of healing work for different people. You can try a few different things to see what works for you I did a lot of screaming . It helped me . I learned to accept my darkness, I realised its value and potential . Accepting it means you need to release any guilt , shame or doubt that you have . When you get depressed or anxious or low vibe, don’t try to numb it away with things. Let it pass through you .

I found with demons , true ones, you can make them submit and work for you for your benefit.

Some Demons are enamoured with us, I feel. They want to like merge with us and assist us but they act out like a disobedient child in need of authority . We show them authority , they submit . I’m learning more and more that this is true . If it doesn’t work this way for you , showing authority and they Lee doing evil things , then maybe what we are dealing with, isn’t a demon or an earth bound spirit . It’s something else more evil . But what is more evil than a demon, you might ask. Well,

An inter dimensional “ being “or “entity “ or a collective group of entities from another dimension. That are here to torment us AND our demons . Suppress our powers . Or disrupt the connection between us and our “helpful” demons.

I believe reptilians and most of the aliens are worse than demons , but they are sometimes referred to AS demons. So the whole terminology is confusing at times . Organised institutional religion really confused it for us.

I’ve been trying to categorising these entities, beings and demons for some time now.

And if we are dealing with reptilians or other nasty inter dimensional beings , than there is a that they have done one of these three things :

1/ they have made alliances with demons and are like “contracting” them out to do fucked up shit to certain humans . Such as the “chosen ones” or I refer to them as the “spiritual warriors” in my other videos .

Secondly

2/ they are maybe blackmailing demons into doing evil things to us or tricking them into doing it

Or

3/ they are using advanced technology which is out of our current understanding , to do evil shit to you. And it isn’t a demon attack .

Another point I want to address is this:

They potentially are able to give us false visions and false prophecies to get us off track of our true missions. And I have to maybe face the fact that they have done this to me , and this “ancestor mission” that im on is false and a waste of time for me.

I want my demons to make an alliance with others , to make us strong. I’m prepared to go to the Underworld to muster up an army of them if I have to. In some ways , I think I may already have done that . I’ve come to the conclusion now that my ancestors aren’t around me anymore . But they’ve left spirit minders around me and my family . Like Djinns. For protection during the spiritual war. We need all the help we can get in this war against these interdimensionals . Perhaps, reptilians . Who I suspect have upgraded themselves to be semi robotic now.

So how I see it in this war we have humans and spirits and demons on one side and on the other we have interdimensional beings with advanced technological weaponry, that may or may not be in control of some demons .

I believe they are the ones that gave King Solomon his “magic ring” that could control Djinn. It wasn’t a magic ring , it was advanced technology . And they weren’t all evil Djinn. They were spirits of Earth, some of them.

So it’s a battle for Earth and humans of Earth .

[seattlesellie]

this is super random (also this is my first msg to u hi <3) and i’m honestly asking this generally to anyone else who also happens to read this, but recently i’ve realized my sexual orientation and come to the conclusion that i’m like REALLY attracted to women (as a woman myself ofc). so obv this made me also think abt how someday i’m gonna have to tell ppl close to me abt this but i’m literally losing my mind cause i’m NAWT vulnerable especially w/ my parents 😭 and also i just now was watching a tiktok live that was full of homophobic ppl and whenever i see that on the internet, it makes me wanna go deeper in the shell (or closet lmao) that i already am in. like it makes me realize how many horrible ppl there are that won’t accept smth so simple (i’m also very emotional as u can see 😍) so like tbh i’m not sure what i’m seeking here but ig i’m just curious if u or anyone else has felt like this/what helped u come out? like it’s so hard for me to be open and as someone who recently graduated and is going to uni, in a completely diff country alone, i’m gonna have more freedom and if i were to date another girl, it’d feel unfair to my parents if i didnt say anything prior abt my identity. ik they’re also very supportive, which i’m thankful for, but i just HATEEE vulnerability. idk man :( it’s also very weird finally realizing more abt myself. it makes me SO happy yet so so so scared? aarrghh idk sorry abt this long message, u seem like the nicest person and this place feels safe, so i just felt like i could ask/find some kind of relatability. 💗 sorry again for this long ass rant LOLS 🌟

okokok im gonna tell u my coming out story because i can awfully relate to this ?? n adding a read more cos this is so long sorry <333 🤧

literally knew i liked girls my entire life and like suppressed the shit out of it. would try and date guys all throughout highschool and would feel so terrible afterwards… but like you, i was super uncomfortable with that type of vulnerability and also barely had any gay friends, let alone any gay female friends. so i spent my life just thinking im gonna be in the closet forever !! until i met my now ex gf, she would constantly be sleeping over— but i did the classic thing of telling my parents she was just my new best friend, until one day my dad was like… be so fr rn are you two dating. like you said, my parents are also very liberal and supportive (especially my dad), but still— it made me panic and drop a mug and deny deny deny !! then, after being together for like 6 months it was incredibly hard to hide it, and obvs she felt super uncomfortable bc i was super closeted and she was super out. so i kind of had to come out to my parents (i hid under a blanket and told them i have an important thing to say n then they already somehow knew). my parents and i literally never talked about these things like my mom didn’t even know about my first kiss or literally NOTHING about me, we didn’t have that type or relationship at all so i can relate to u so hard !!but like here’s the thing— i don’t think it would be unfair to your parents, this is your story to tell and you should do it when you feel comfortable enough, and if it takes you dating a girl for that then so be it. you shouldn’t worry about other peoples feelings about this, as this is yours to tell and not theirs! as long as you’re in a safe environment, coming out can truly be such a big fucking relief !! like that absolute weight that drops out of your chest is so so freeing. if the people who are close to you love you— they will accept you. if they won’t? truthfully, they don’t deserve u and never have. about the homophobia, its always going to be here, unfortunately for us hateful and bigoted people will always exist, and that can be extremely stressful and painful, which is why surrounding yourself with people from your own community is so so important and necessary. uni is such a good place to do that !! so many new people to meet and especially queer people to surround yourself with !! i super understand your fears but the good things that happen after you come out— that feeling of no longer needing to hide yourself is so so worth it 💗💗💗💗

[pattybbee]

Sunday

11:43 am

I have been in a roller coaster. The other day I was at the peak but yesterday I woke up in the pit. It was the feeling of misery again. Fear. Insecurity. Emotional Trauma. And I really, really just don’t want to be here anymore. In this place, in this neighborhood. I fought this feeling hard as I tried to fall asleep. I fought with what I knew I was worth. Repeating to myself over and over that I am above this suffering. I succeeded for the night. But I woke up as the same, demotivated girl that I have been while I was in the said state I’ve been trying to escape. The sun is bright outside. It’s a beautiful Sun-day. Yet I’ve been refusing to wake up since 7:25 am. I have abandoned my morning workout. Abandoned my Sunday morning freedom, to stroll this neighborhood. It was already 11 when I finally decided to have a beautiful day—on the outside. Because we all know that most days, I can make things aesthetically pleasing.

I made my refrigerator stock of rice, some green beans for lunch, coffee and warmed up a pastry to start my day.

Which person should I be today? Which personality am I deploying?

A very tricky feature that’s built in me is my multiple personalities. The struggle is…they’re not friends. They have different interests and different methods to go around things. This feature isn’t bad because it allows me to understand people who are different than me, very deeply. My mind is open, and nonjudgmental…to others. But to myself? Very judgmental. One personality won’t let the other be. It’s an episode of Split every time and the personalities are fighting for their turn for the spotlight in this body.

I just want to finally come undone, have a mental breakdown and cry. I’m pretty sure it’s the Pisces in me. Having my Venus in Pisces, the love, romance and financial department of my life is a wreck. Exalted in theory but a wreck in execution. I just want to process a heartbreak sometimes but my Moon in Leo, and Sun in Capricorn are judging my Venus in Pisces for that need. Leo asks why? “Have you seen you? Why would you be sad over insignificant people? You are the loss.” Capricorn says, “It’s not even worth it. Not worth the time. Not worth the thought. If you pull up to the receipts, you can see that you’ve been at a disadvantage. So just cut the losses because really, the only thing that you’ve lost was money for spending time with people who didn’t see your value. You will be ricer if you invest in yourself instead." By the way, I have my Mars in Cancer, and she will eventually want to wish people a horrible outcome. She probably even caused this nostalgia in the first place! But for now, she’s retreated in her shell, sleeping sadly with my kitty cat babies, after wreaking havoc in my head.  My Sagittarius Rising just wants to get out of here honestly. Just let karma run its course. Just want to go to the gym, do sunset yoga by the river and be productive. And maybe that’s the only comfort my Venus in Pisces can seek solace from. Do Venusian things to escape. Maybe start writing again, start cooking, make videos or watch slow living vlogs to calm myself with the daydream that that’s me if I had it my way—my Piscean way.

Most of my personality is tough. And they usually take the wheel. And because of it, I couldn’t feel things as it happens. It’s very delayed because my pride won’t let me. In certain matters of the heart, my mind could never accept what has been done to me. My heart could get all beaten and blue, and my brain will still say no one broke it. It’s not heartbreaking, rather it’s just disappointing.

 What most of my friends say is... “You are in your head too much”. And that’s true. I predominantly operate in my head and not in my feelings. That personality doesn’t get to be in the spotlight too much. And when it does, it gets judged. I don’t hate my other personality traits however, because they’re not wrong. They are all for me. To back me up and to soothe me. Yet the irony of it all is that it’s always Me against Me. But even if sometimes they don’t sync, that’s okay because by the end of the day all I have is me and my multiple versions. At some point they will all have to agree.