#like....no. i do not feel cleansed. i do not feel good. I don't understand why you would ever feel good about that.

[six-of-ravens]

honestly I'm mainly mad that this is the week I've managed to actually keep my apartment completely clean *and* somehow I got food poisoning. usually by the end of the week the kitchen is so full of dirty dishes and mess that I'm barely able to find space to make lunch, and I'd understand if I got food poisoning bc I fkn contaminated my salad with last night's chicken, but this week it was completely clean! what the hell!

maybe I need the bacteria from cross-contamination and my new and supposedly healthier living habits are denying me that. maybe my body Craves That Listeria.

[bluemoon-fever]

The First Time

pairing: ari levinson x fem!reader

summary: it's your first time with ari.

word count: 1.87k

prompt: ari levinson + "Tell me your favorite way to cum so I can satisfy you the way you deserve."

warnings: fluff, light angst(?), allusions to anxiety/low self-esteem, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation kink, D/s undertones, soft!dom!ari, size kink, aftercare, pet names, creampie, choking, MINORS DNI

a/n: this is my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 for their Cum Together: Community Revival Extravaganza. this is my first work in a minute (i have WIPs, but i'm still trying to figure out how i want things to go). i'm exciting to see what everyone thinks and i hope you enjoy! (also this isn't edited and don't steal or repost this)

You feel utterly ridiculous. You’ve washed your hands for what felt like ten minutes, trying to hide the clamminess of your hands. After your fifteenth cleanse, you dry your hands and resign to the fact that your nervousness would not subside until you got this over it. Ugh, fine, you muttered under your breath as you succumb to your nerves.

Before you go out, you give yourself a once-over in the mirror. You had your hair perfectly curled for your date tonight. The cute blouse and jeans that fit your hips and ass perfectly was in the hamper. You wore a short, pink silk nightie with matching lacy panties. You recently bought them for tonight and hoped they would work in your favor. You looked beautiful, but why did that not calm your nerves? Why was it not enough?

You felt bad for leaving Ari waiting, and he was so understanding. When you told him you needed to freshen up a bit, he softly kissed your forehead and lips before telling you to do whatever you need to do. It helped quell your anxieties a little, but as you got closer to the impending moment, your anxiety heightened.

You whispered to yourself in the mirror.

You got this! It’s just sex. If it doesn’t work out, it won’t be in the end of the world. You tried to rationalize despite every cell in your brain feeding into irrationality and fear. You hadn’t been this nervous to have sex since your first time, so for you to be an adult and panicking over doing it with your new boyfriend felt extra silly.

It had been a while since your last encounter… a long while. After the end of your only serious relationship, it had been hard to let anyone new in until Ari Levinson waltzed into your life. Even though he was patient, he was persistent. You wanted him, and he wanted you. But you were so scared of being hurt and alone again. 

He worked to prove to you that he wouldn’t do that. He showed you that he wanted you, wanted to cherish and take care of you. Pretty soon, you were falling for him and he claimed himself for you. He was waiting for you to do the same, and for Ari, he would wait however long he needed. You were worth it to him.

And so you let Ari Levinson into your life, and you’ve been the happiest you’ve ever been. For the duration of your time together, you and Ari had only made out and cuddled. He spent the night at your place and you at his, but there was no sex. He never pressured you, which you were grateful for, but you were scared to begin. You weren’t the most experienced. The sex you had with your ex was decent, but you didn’t want that. You had desires, some you were scared of sharing with Ari, but you knew you could trust him. He wouldn’t judge you for that, but you were worried. What if you weren’t good enough? What if it was so bad he left you?

Ari didn’t seem like the type to leave you because the sex sucked, but looking at him, you couldn’t help but feel out of his league. He was sex on legs, undeniably handsome. You’ve seen the way women and men alike look at him, hell you look at him the same way. Could you even keep up?

Before you could go further in your spiral, a soft knock brought you back to reality. “Babe, is everything alright in there?”

“Yeah! I’m about to come out!” Holy shit. It was now or never. You fluffed up your hair, quickly gargled some mouthwash, and gave yourself a last minute pep talk. You are a goddess. You got this! If you can survive half the things you have, you can have sex with your boyfriend.

You walked out of bathroom, but instead of inching towards Ari, you leaned against the doorframe, trying to look like the gorgeous actresses from the movies. Ari was laying across your bed, still fully dressed. He licked his lips as he eyed your form, looking like a predator about to devour his prey. Your body warmed under his gaze and a wetness begin to pool in your panties. 

“You like?” you ask in a sultry tone. Ari nodded and rose up. He towered over you, and though you hadn’t said it, you loved that his body was bigger than his. His arms traveled up your body before he grabbed your head in his hands and pulled your mouth into his. Immediately, he began to dominate you with his mouth. Your tongue attempted to fight for dominance, but Ari easily overpowered you. You could feel him guide you away from the bed and towards the mirror hanging above your dresser. Before you know it, he abruptly pulls away from you and spins you around to where your back is pressed firmly against his chest and growing bulge.

In the mirror, you see how swollen your lips are. Your face was red with passion and so was Ari’s. He wrapped his arms around your center and began caressing your body. “Honey,” he begins. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

“Nothing,” you stutter, failing to hide your true feelings. Despite experiencing the most amazing kiss of your life, your mind was still running a mile a minute. Ari shakes his head, and you immediately tense. “I’m sorry!”

“Baby, your mind has been running a mile a minute since we got back to your place. There’s no need to apologize, but just tell me what’s going on,” he says as he begins to pepper kisses on your shoulder and up your neck. Your eyes roll back slightly as he begins his light assault, but when you’re quiet longer than he cares for, he stops. You whine, and he gives a stern look.

“I’m just… nervous. That’s it,” you tell him. You look down at your freshly pedicured feet. “I just want to be good for you.”

At that moment, Ari grabs your chin and pulls his lips into yours. The kiss is passionate like the one previously, but there’s a tenderness in this. It’s intimate like the ones you have during your late night cuddle sessions, but there’s an underlying hint of desire when you feel him nip at the bottom lip. Your toes curl, and the wetness in between your thighs grows.

“You are always good for me. You’re perfect for me.” He parts from you, turning your chin back to your reflection. “Look at you. I am so lucky you’re my girl.”

Before you can retort his statement, you gives a light slap to your ass, making you jump. “And don’t question it.”

“Ari,” you begin, locking eyes with him in the mirror. “It’s been a while-“

“I know, baby.”

“I wasn’t done.” He smiles at the little fire building inside of you. “And I’m worried about tonight. But if we can, I do want to try some things.” Your timidness returns, and something in Ari blooms. 

“We can do whatever you want tonight, baby. Can I you do something for me?” he asks. You nod fervently. “Tell me your favorite way to cum so I can satisfy you the way you deserve.”

The sounds of your and Ari’s blended moans fill the air. You lost track of how many times Ari made you come, but all you know is that you were thoroughly fucked out. He had made you cum with his hands, mouth, and cock so many times. You begged to let him suck you off, but he refused. Tonight was all about you.

“Alright, baby. Can you give me one more?” he asks softly as if he hadn’t tore you apart and used your body all night. He kisses his way up your torso, pressing open mouth kisses on your breasts and neck.

“No, I can’t,” you pant. Ari chuckles at your whines. They were the prettiest sounds he ever heard. “Please, no more.”

“Are you sure, sweetness?” he asks as he strokes his cock. His fingers slip between your folds and tease your entrance. He watches as they attempt to clamp down around nothing. “Because she wants some more.”

Ari lines himself up and slides into your channel. He bottoms you out but freezes, wanting you to feel him everywhere. You squeeze around him and cry out. You knew he was big, but you were shocked that he was able to work himself in. He fit deliciously around you. Ari wraps his arm around your neck, something you had asked excitedly him to do. You learned (and prayed for) that Ari was more dominate in the bedroom. And while he had been able to pull the sweetest sounds from your body and take control, you knew he was holding back from his true form.

“Just cum for me one last time, baby. I know you can do it. Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asks giving you a sly smile. While you had disclosed you wanted to try this with a partner, Ari more than obliged at feeding into your desires. He was more excited than you expected. Despite your pleas, you give a small nod.

He begins working into a steady rhythm, starting slow. Before you know it, his pace quickens. He pulls all the way out before he slams back into you. You cry, nearly yell, out as he begins his brutal, relentless pace. His hold around your neck tightens, and you feel yourself growing slicker.

“My pretty girl,” he says. You preen at his words, loving his praises especially when he has so much control over you. “You have no idea how addicted I am to you. Everything about you.”

He picks up the pace, and his hands move to pick up your legs and change your position. You feel him reaching into you deeper and you know you don’t have much longer until you’re about cum.

“Ari, Ari, Ari!” you cry out. “I’m about to c-cum!”

“Cum for me, baby,” he orders. Your toes curl into the sheets, and you let out a scream as your earth-shattering orgasm washes over you. As Ari fucks you through your high, you feel his pace slow and pretty soon he’s roaring as he cums into you. 

When Ari comes down from his high, he sees he fucked you to sleep. He looks down at the mixing of your juices together and smiles. He could never get enough of this. He pulls out softly, missing the feel of you around him. He grabs a towel and cleans you up softly, careful not to wake you even though you whine from the feel through your sleep. Then, he climbs into bed, pulling your smaller body into his chest before pressing a soft kiss to your head and joining you to sleep. You sleep entwined with him, the sounds of your soft breaths lulling him to sleep with a smile on his face that you were his and he was yours.

feedback is much appreciated!

[cpericardium]

So! I've gotten a host of messages and asks regarding recent disk horse and I wanted to address them as a collective. I know I have anon asks off, I won't share your URLs, but I do want to thank you for asking and clarifying some of the frankly vile things people have been saying about me, my girlfriend, and friends. I value those of you who offered your words of support, and didn't jump to believe screenshots taken out of context and lies written with the utmost confidence and none of the facts. I am a little tired of having my morals questioned and my views conflated with every single person I associate with, but there it goes.

Some questions and answers under the cut. Feel free to continue asking and I'll do my best to answer.

tumblr user cpericardium suspiciously silent on the subject of Gaza: does this mean you support ethnic cleansing???

My reticence when it comes to posting about topics like I/P is because:

-This is a fandom blog intended for lighter topics, except maybe the occasional vent about life stuff, which I usually hide under a cut. I don't have sideblogs. They seem tough to maintain and I don't post nearly enough to justify it. If I were to make one it would be for another fandom or maybe just the freakier bugs. I simply prefer my social media experience to be stress-free.

-Anti-slacktivism. It's a documented thing: posting about an issue makes you feel like you're doing something, you get that little shot of dopamine, so you don't actually go out and do something that effects meaningful change. I'm trying to do less of that. I'm good with the friends and people I follow who choose to post about it and this is a strictly personal belief, but when I engage in activism, it is offline or it is a donation. You're not going to hear about it.

But don't you reblog lgbt and women's rights posts?

Yeah, and that's usually when I want to save a post for one reason or another (e.g. to talk about with someone on discord later). The bottom line is that the main purpose of my blog is not to post political takes or to spread awareness of anything. It is just a collection of my interests (fan stuff, bugs) and hopefully a way to share those interests with like-minded people.

I will state my views clearly for the record: I support Palestine. The ongoing genocide is heartbreaking and so is the violence against protestors. Additionally, I am against antisemitism and the harassment of Jewish people in the name of supporting Palestine. This shouldn't even need to be said.

Is your girlfriend a Zionist?

No.

Does she support Zionists?

No.

Wasn't she in the military?

Yes, years ago.

But the military is evil?

It is. She's extremely hardcore anti-war, does not believe the US should even have an army, and actively PMs strangers on reddit to try to convince them to not make the same mistake. If they're dead set anyway, she gives them detailed advice on how to survive. Because she actually cares about the human cost of war, not the social clout gained from shunning or sneering at people who make wrongheaded choices. I have seen her doing this, seen her seeking to understand their reasons for joining so she can systematically explain—from personal experience!—why they're not going to get any of that out of the army. It is a hell of a lot more effective than bitching them out or writing callout posts or starting whisper campaigns about them. She cannot delete those years of her life no matter how much she regrets them. There is only forward. I think we can all agree on that.

But what about all those things she said. "I regret nothing, I have no qualms, VA nipple money etc."

Well you have to understand that while of generally upright character, she is a bit of a scamp. She believes she fundamentally should not have to explain herself to randos who do not know her, who have never, not once, interacted with her, who are clearly digging for dirt and will twist anything she says no matter how banal. People see what they want to see and they look for evidence to reinforce their preconceptions; they'll go so far as to make alts to join servers, cherry-pick screencaps, crop them, and conveniently fill in the rest of the narrative for curious onlookers. So she decided to exaggerate and amplify and twirl her mustache like a supervillain. Give them a show, as it were.

To be clear, I'm not sold on this strat because it makes her look cartoonishly evil to people who can't understand sarcasm and hyperbole. But her friends and I are aware of her actual beliefs and also that she did not in fact do those things people imagine she did. And isn't that what matters? Real-life harm? Do you even care?

Re: screenshots/so-called proof from shakertwelve & lakesbian's "callouts"

Girlfriend addresses them here.

[somnambulic-thing]

I want to talk about something in regards to Flight of Icarus.

disclaimer: I fully read the book, slept two nights over it and enjoyed it a lot. There is a possibility of finding content on my blog from now on that contains lore from the story. My Eddie characterisations won't change much in their essence though since I pretty much head cannoned him like he's pictured in the book the whole time.

Okay. Let's go. No detailed spoilers ahead. Feeling jealous in the light of the romantic arch in the book or the mentiones of Eddie's experiences with intimacy is okay.

It's not a great experience I bet, but you're not being a bad or silly person simply for feeling that way. Many of us have built a deep emotional connection to this fictional character for all kinds of reasons. While I personally don't think that the fact that the book is coming from the creators of ST makes a difference to canon, I do understand that for some people the book has a different weight than fanfic. And that is ok too.

So right now, many people can't help but feel heartache or jealousy over the story. Emotions are not rational. And I am deeply sorry that some of you feel bad about something that used to be your escape and save space. That sucks.

However, we all have control over how we act upon those feelings. And being hateful or mean towards others (including the author) ain't it. No exceptions. I don't care for your personal reasons why you feel that way, I'm not your therapist, that is your business to deal with, but lashing out about your personal, very subjective feelings is just not the way to deal with them.

Slipping up can happen to everybody, and that is human, but there is a line when a slip-up stops being that. And accept the fact that nobody owes you to listen to your opinion. Accept that people might find your opinion a reason to stop interacting with you, even if you voice it in a civil way.

Find a friend who gets it and let out all of those feelings in a closed safe-space with curse words and shit. Get it out, cleanse yourself from that pressure. That's cool. Writing a fix-it fic that will get your emotions out? Ask an author who is comfortable with that to write something like that? Cool. Journal. Skip rocks. Work out. Angry clean your house. Throw darts at a copy of the book. Get creative without getting other real people into the crossfire. And then, maybe step away for a few days to let the dust settle and then come back and see how it feels. Oftentimes it's just like poking at a wasp's nest to keep leaning into those feelings and the pain and get all heated up again and again.

Give yourself some time. Be kind to yourself. But also be kind to others!!!

I believe with my whole being that kindness is the best fucking thing we as a fandom can practice right now. And nuance. Always nuance.

That book isn't a bad thing just because it makes you feel uncomfortable or because it didn't fulfil your wishes or expectations. You have the right to have your opinion but opinions do not exist in a vacuum.

Opinions can be hurtful and harmful.

They are not neutral - that's the whole point - so giving it a few moments of thought on how and where to voice them is imperative. Or if it's even necessary to voice them at all. It's ok to fuck up but own that and say sorry. Be kind.

Criticism of the book is valid, not liking the thing is valid, it's not about that. (Fucking hell I love discourse and meta and analysis.) It's about being mindful and responsible for what energy you put out into the world and how you treat real human beings. When in doubt, step back, give it time to cool. Making posts in the heat of anger is rarely a good decision.

We're all here to have a good time. Why do we keep tearing each other down about something we all claim to love?

It's not worth it.

[sidewalkchemistry]

simple skincare tips!

🌼eat the foods that love you back. your skin is a direct mirror of your internal situation. if your digestive system is being bombarded often by foods that create a lot of wastes and residues, that does more harm than good. and so, the struggle to eliminate them will be reflected in your skin. your diet constitutes the vast majority of your skin health. change your meals to be whole food plant based (still delicious, satisfying, and exciting) & watch your skin glow and your skincare routine simplify.

🌼be conscious of what's going on your skin. the skin layers can be over-cleansed, imbalanced, and aggravated when the skin microbiome and pH are disrupted. if you wipe out the beneficial bacterial populations with harshly formulated products, you may find that you break out (i.e. harmful bacterial populations begin to thrive). use gentle, simple skin formulas such as castile soaps, natural oils & butters (i recommend jojoba oil for mostly everyone), natural soap bars, and clays. most commercial skin care products disturb the skin cells (introduce too much foreign material to the body, unsuitable pH ranges, imbalance the microbiome, etc). they sell because it's convention to buy them, the brands are well-known, and their sales pitches are enticing. but really, no cream or serum will ever be the magic potion your skin was asking for. it will only be a band-aid, at best. truly healthy skin comes from diet, and the products are just for any other necessary maintenance. if you get a pimple, you should look first to why the pimple emerged, not what treatment will remove it.

🌼keep your lymph flowing. simple ways to do this are through good lifestyle habits. things like doing exercise & sports you find fun, breathwork, dry brushing, eating lots of fruit, avoiding wearing bras & other tight clothing items, lymphatic massage/gua sha can all be helpful.

🌼focus on hydration via fresh fruits and veggies. the water within plant foods is more useable to your cells, and your skin will cease being overly oily or dry overtime (especially if you reduce/eliminate your salt & oil intake). it will also help to encourage lymphatic flow, so you can see problems like blemishes, cellulite, old scars diminish after great consistency.

🌼allow your skin to breathe. this is especially good if you spend time in stuffy (poorly ventilated) indoor environments, like offices, hospitals, planes, etc. one great way is via herbal facial steaming (i recommend it 3x a week or so). make a hot infusion of an aromatic tea, cover it and allow it to cool a few minutes, and, with closed eyes, allow the pores to open and receive the herbal medicine (this is a great time to meditate, manifest, and just feel pampered). getting more fresh air, working up a sweat, and going to a sauna are also ways to allow your skin to breathe.

🌼avoid steroid prescriptions creams at all costs. they are very deleterious to health in the long term, and they can be very painful to come off of. it's not a real fix. it's not worth hurting your kidneys & adrenals for. evaluate your diet instead. do you eat dairy? choose plant-based dairy options instead (they're simple to make yourself too). do you eat a lot of fats? try oil-free cooking methods instead (opt for sautéing with a bit of water, baking, steaming, air frying, etc). avoiding eating out as much.

🌼be aware of what you're putting in your hair as well. your shampoos, conditioner, leave-ins, gels, moisturizers, oils, serums, etc all tend to touch your face too, when your hair touches your face. if they wouldn't be good enough to put on your face, don't put them in your hair. a lot of the best skin cleansers are also suitable as shampoos. a lot of oils and butters can be used for both. plant-based gels like aloe vera or flax seed are simple to DIY, and are dual-use once again. basically, this will simplify your life.

🌼understand the water that runs through your pipes. if your shower and tap water are like most people's around the world, they aren't optimal for our skin. for example, they contain added chemicals to sanitize the water but that can prevent the proper microbiomes from developing on your skin. a weak skin microbiome is prone to skin issues. so, try to use distilled water on your face (if you're not able to get a water filter, a gallon jug at a store is affordable. they're about $1.30 USD in my area).

[anonymergremlin]

Jealous for the first time

Really smol one shot for this series. I… don't like it too much, but hey. it was approved by a fellow LoP, so here you go.

WARNING: Certain profanity & slight mention of sexual acts

"Our part of the deal is done," they said, tapping the ground with the heels of their boots. "We have cleared the southern area of the puppets, as we agreed. The north area is yours and yours alone". There was a serious, almost impolite tone in their voices. [Name] has never been fond of working with other Stalkers, and especially not with his group. A guy with a gryphon mask on his head and a huge zweihander on his back, the leader of a group of stalkers who thought very highly of themselves. "Oh, are you already leaving us, [stalker name]? But it was so nice to see you again. I was just wondering... didn't you once say you don't like working with others?", he asked in a taunting voice before he turned his head towards P, who was standing slightly away. "But here you are with a little puppet boy following you." "He's NOT a little boy." [Name] furrowed his brows and snarled at the stalker. P had been keeping an eye on them the whole time. At first, he couldn't understand why his beloved [Name] didn't want to join the others in cleansing the area of the puppets to make it easier for them to move on. But now he was beginning to understand what [Name] was feeling. P really didn't like the way the man acted. "Oh, isn't he? I guess you just like... the pretty type of man? Listen, you could do better. My group and I have all the resources we need to continue our work and still have a decent life. Not to mention the respect and honour we receive," he added with a slight grin hidden by his mask, "I could also demonstrate to you what a true man is. One who could probably do a much better job than that little... boy toy of yours." The man reached out his hand and grabbed [Name]'s wrist tightly, pulling them closer to his body, too close.

His words were loud enough to reach P's ears, to cause the springs in his body to work faster. He couldn't understand all of his words, nor the meanings behind them, but the entire situation made him feel uneasy. In fact it made him angry, or so he thought. Or is there a different name for it? Without any hesitation, he stepped forward, a hand touching the stalker's shoulder before shoving him away from [Name]. [Name] glanced over in surprise before quickly grabbing P's Legion arm. "Hey hey, love. I'm fine." "Shit, I guess your toy isn't just for show," the man muttered in response to the puppet man's actions. "I suppose he's easy to handle like this. You can tell him what to do... sounds pretty good to me, doesn't it? You get to have your own little fu-...", before he could continue to insult him, a fist crashed into his face. The force of the blow sent him falling backwards. Much to his surprise, it wasn't the puppet that had punched him, it was them. [Name]. 

"Don't you dare say that. I swear, one more word and I will make it clear what I think about you and your group'," they yelled at him, grabbing P's hand and walking away. 

As they walked away, [Name] started to talk with P. "You know, love... you looked pretty handsome protecting me like this," [Name] mentioned with a cheeky smile before it turned gentle. "Please... don't worry. No one could ever be your replacement. No one will ever be able to be what you are to me."

[grumpusha]

Skin care routine (James March x fem!reader)

i've been thinking about this idea for a while, so here we are... hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it (it was pretty fun) 🫶

Warnings: one mention of blood, fluff. that's all, i guess?

Word count: 1091

James liked to watch you during your skin care routine when he had space in his full schedule or when he just wanted to extend the time when there were just two of you and no one else could break into your little world. At these precious moments he was getting sentimental, thinking that he was the luckiest man on earth. It was truly happiness to have you with him, side by side, day by day.

James didn't hide the fact that he enjoyed your routine as much as you do. He could hug you from behind or massage your shoulders, looking at you through a mirror, admiring your beauty, making you blush.

You loved these comforting moments too. You even suggested James do a face mask or eye patches, but he always refused. "I'm sure it's pointless, darling. I'm a ghost, remember?" He always said with a tender smile.

Tonight wasn't an exception. You were wearing your headband and silk robe — James's present. You weren't sure where he got it, most likely he asked Liz to order something elegant for you. It's been a while since there was free Wi-Fi at the hotel, but James still wasn't good at using the Internet.

James was sitting imposingly in a chair with a book, but he wasn’t reading. You noticed he was glancing at you from time to time, and it made you smile.

"Want to join me?" You asked it more as a joke, knowing he'll refuse, but, to your astonishment, he agreed.

"I want to spend some quality time with my queen, so I don't see any reason why not to do that," he said, putting down the book and entering your bathroom.

You tried to hide your pleasant surprise so as not to scare away his determination. Sure, it was not a big deal for him, but doing your skin care routine was mentally relaxing for you, and maybe it would have had thе same effect on James. And like he said, it was nice to spend some time together, especially because he was extremely busy lately.

James took off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his perfectly ironed shirt. He seemed excited. "Where shall we start?"

"Let’s do something easy for the first time. How does that sound?" You asked, looking around your skincare products.

"Sounds perfect," he said enthusiastically and stepped closer to you.

You grabbed one of your bottles. "First of all you need to wash your face."

"What? Do I have blood on my face again? Why didn't you tell me that earlier, Y/n?" James looked confused. He raised his hand to his face, and you suppressed a giggle.

"No. It's just-" you paused, thinking how to explain how facial cleansers work in a quick and understandable way to the man who lived in the 1920s and knew nothing about that. "You need to clear your face after a long day before using something else. It's important to remove unwanted matters like dust particles or dirt, for example. Am I making any sense?"

He nodded, absorbed in your words.

You took a cleanse mousse. "Here", you squeezed out a required amount of the product in his hands. "Rub it in your palms until it foams and massage your face gently. Be careful with your eyes."

He sniffed the substance and asked in a startled voice: "Does it hurt?"

"Well, if it gets into your eyes, it'll be unpleasant. But that's fine," you added quickly when James widened his eyes. "You'll just wash it off."

"Good."

He did what you told, examining his reflection in the mirror appreciatively.

You leaned against the sink, thinking how unreal this scene was. Who would believe that James March himself would willingly follow your instruction in self-care? You watched how patiently he was massaging his forehead, and your heart melted.

"Is that enough?" He pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Mm-hmm. Now you need to rinse it off with warm water."

While he was doing it, you took your time to put on your night cream.

"Wow. I feel freshened up already," he said, wiping his face with a towel.

You met his eyes and smiled. "See? We should’ve done that a long time ago."

"Now I understand why you do it everyday, darling." James smiled at you too. "What are we doing next?" He asked, putting his hands on his hips.

You took your favorite moisturizing face serum. James looked over your shoulder, reading the product label.

"Hyaluronic mineral serum? Is that even safe?" He looked concerned, taking the vial out of your hands.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't use it if it wasn't safe," you gave him a cheering smile. "It'll moisturize your skin. And it's also refreshing."

"Alright," he gave you the bottle back, looking more relaxed.

"Sit down. I'll take care of you."

James sat on the edge of the bathtub, looking up at you curiously. You opened the bottle, squeezed out several drops of nice smelling liquid and started to rub it in your palms.

"I'll warm it a little and put it on your face, okay?"

He simply nodded, not taking your eyes off you.

You stand between his legs, leaning your knee against the bathtub for support. When you put your hands on James's cheekbones softly, he drew a deep breath and closed his eyes. You caressed his face features slowly, enjoying his tranquility, trying to hold on to this moment as long as possible.

"All done," you said finally.

James blinked and looked at you drowsily.

"Thank you," he kissed the outer side of your palm.

This intimate act took your breath away, leaving a pleasant warmth all over your body. James always took you aback with small things like this, and you never got used to it.

He approached the mirror, watching his reflection.

"I'm glowing!" He turned to you with a big smile.

You chuckled and washed your hands. "How do you feel?"

"Like I'm a brand new man", he said seriously. "It really feels nice."

You snuggled up to him, satisfied that he experienced your routine himself and moreover, he enjoyed it. James grabbed your waist, pulling you closer, resting his chin on your head.

"I think we should do it more often. I'll be the best looking gentleman at Devil's Night."

You laughed and said playfully: "You are already."

James smiled shyly, but swiftly made a dignified face expression. He bent over you and almost whispered into your lips: "Oh dearest, you are indulging me."

[kairitai]

❤ TAMAKI AMAJIKI WITH AN S/O WHO DOES WITCHCRAFT ❤

I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR WEEKS AND I HAVE BEEN LOSING SLEEP OVER IT AND I NEED AN OUTLET OTHER THAN BITING MY PLUSHES TY. warnings: Witchcraft, other than that its really just a silly little thing i wrote :))

Tamaki, I'd imagine, is a septic and at first thinks all of this is bullshit.

He one day finds you in the dorm kitchen; angrily scribbling on a bay leaf, burn it and throw it out the window grumbling on how it's been "too long since the dorm wi-fi went out".

Seeing you stomp over to the couch to pull your phone out to excitedly scream "ITS BACK" has him blink for a few seconds.

When Tamaki enters your room for the first time, he's so confused as to why there are so many shiny rocks and candles everywhere. He just assumes you really like rocks and scented candles.

There was this one time you gave him an anti-anxiety spell jar before his presentation, he genuinely thought you gave him a herbal tea blend. It took a few tries to explain what it was meant for to him.

Tamaki wouldn't understand at first why a tiny bottle filled to the rim would help him calm down but accepts it anyway to not upset you.

Post presentation, he's looking at the bottle quizzically. How did he not even manage to slip up once? how did he fight the urge to smash is head against the wall that was right there? was it the jar? no, it was a coincidence, it had to be. right?

He'd just keep looking at it in complete awe and confusion until you show up and tap him out of his train of thought, he just looks at you and the bottle back and forth, wide eyed.

Thats when you tell him you're a witch and doing witchcraft just makes things easier for you, he would be pretty mesmerised by the concept of it.

He'd be asking all sort of questions, if it actually worked, if the leaf you burned was a spell, CAN YOU SEE INTO THE FUTURE?

"THEORETICALLY, i could make Avada Kedavra a thing." "Please don't."

Deffo would ask for hand readings as an excuse to feel you hold his hands.

I feel like he would adore having little tarot readings done, you'd even teach him some basics! his favourite would definitely be the pendulum.

"Y/N, , I nauseous...can't think straight..." "Oh i got a spell for that :)" 👏on👏a👏daily👏basis👏

He would be obsessed with making sigils for himself and you, draws them on your hand and kisses it to activate it :((

He would be so grateful if you gave him a protection spell bottle for his missions, he'd try to return the favour by making one for you but it's just filled with rosemary bc he didn't have the herbs to use 💀 You're not even sure if he cleansed it, bless his soul.

Would go feral once he found out one-word spells were a thing, would whisper them before kissing your cheek for an extra boost of whatever you needed, whether it be good luck or a good nights sleep.

He would hear you talk abt witch stuffs for HOURS on end, the whole evening would have gone by and he'd just be listening lovingly. The spells you tell him stick better than the ones he would find online.

Date nights while making moon water and watching Hocus Pocus?? Yes please??

SPELL RECIPIES BRAINSTORMING WHILE SNUGGLING SPELL RECIPIES BRAINSTORMING WHILE SNUGGLIN SPELL RECIPIES BRAINSTORMING WHILE SNUGGLIN-

You once made him a spray which you affectionately labelled "Bullshit Repellent", he was not above spraying it at people who pissed him off that day. A glorious sight seeing him spray magick water at assholes.

"I saw the moon exploded in my dream. Is that a sign?" "No not really, sometimes a stick is just a stick Tami. But i could give you something to prevent nightmares if you want?" "Yes please"

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THE GODS GIVE HIM PLUSHIES ENCHANTED WITH SLEEP SIGILS HE WILL ADORE YOU FOR IT.

You guys would laugh at overly religious people who claim witched kiss the devil's anus to gain magickal knowledge.

Tamaki wouldn't DARE fuck around with spirits, and if you do decide to contact one for your spells he's just there with a big ass bag of salt ready to throw it at the spirit. It would probably piss the spirit off so you had to refrain the boy from chucking it when you made a concerned face.

kjhgfd this was so fun to make, this was just purely self-indulgent :)) PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK, REBLOGS ARE APRECIATED ♥

[wylanslcve]

So if you've been following me on Instagram you would have seen me say recently that I've decided to take a step back from posting/sharing/creating Grishaverse content due to what Leigh Bardugo said (or rather what she didn't say) about the situation in Palestine. For context, during the press tour for The Familiar, an audience member asked Leigh about the justification for non-BIPOC authors profiting off BIPOC stories yet not advocating for real-life BIPOC people (since Leigh has been silent on Palestine since October, despite having expressed solidarity with Palestine in the past).

The video (which you can watch here) has been circulating the internet for a while, and I've already spoken about this on Instagram. I just forgot I had Tumblr for a second there, hence why I'm only addressing this now despite having already spoken about this. However, as someone who has an entire online presence dedicated to Leigh's work, it would be wrong and rather hypocritical of me to not address this.

Disclaimer: This is not a conversation about whether or not white/white-passing authors should be allowed to write BIPOC stories, as many people both in the comments of the original video and online generally have taken it. The issue isn't that Leigh is writing BIPOC stories - it's that she's writing them and choosing not to advocate for real BIPOC people.

The audience member asked a confronting but necessary question, and isn't harassing Leigh as many people online have interpreted it. Holding your favourite people accountable isn't "harassment", especially when that person is a successful author profiting off stories that reflect issues in the real world. Art is inherently political whether or not you want to acknowledge it. This also isn't about specifically asking Leigh this question because she's Jewish - it's because she profits off these stories and yet when these exact same issues are prevalent in the real world, suddenly they're "too political" for her to speak up about despite having expressed solidarity in the past. It has nothing to do with her being Jewish.

However, what's going on in Palestine isn't a political issue. It's basic human rights. It's about humanity, and acting as if posting about this issue is "performative" is ridiculous. I don't know what she's doing behind the scenes, so I'm not going to act as if she isn't doing anything outside of social media because I simply don't know, but when you have an online presence as big as Leigh's you should be using that platform to raise awareness and express solidarity. I understand that it's very easy to come across as "performing activism", especially on social media, but Palestinians have asked us time and time again to use our platforms to help raise awareness and amplify their voices. When you're someone like Leigh who profits off stories of the trials and tribulations of BIPOC people, the very least you can do is talk about the atrocities being committed against BIPOC people in real life.

No one is expecting you to be an expert on what's going on. If you've previously posted misinformation, why not learn from it and actually educate yourself and do better? You're literally an author who profits off stories of colonialism, oppression, dissemination, apartheid, segregation and genocide and suddenly that happening in real life is "too political"? And the amount of privilege you have to not want to get involved in talking about a real-life genocide because you "stopped being political on Instagram" is laughable. Just feeling sad about it isn't going to do anything. It doesn't erase the fact that an entire people are being ethnically cleansed in a genocide you refuse to talk about.

The Grishaverse means so much to me, it's gotten me through some extremely tough periods of my life, but I cannot in good conscience continue to support an author who chooses silence over her own humanity. All she had to say in response to that question was "free Palestine", but she instead said something akin to "I know about what's going on and I know silence and feeling sad about it probably isn't enough, but I'm just not going to do anything about it". Again, I know she's advocated for Palestine in the past, but why not continue doing so? No one is stopping her - she's actively chosen to stop.

As for my accounts? I'm still deciding what to do with them. I won't be deleting them, I'm not going anywhere, but I won't be posting edits or sharing analyses or general posts about the Grishaverse until Leigh decides to do better. This blog will probably turn into a multifandom blog, but who knows at this point. All I know is that I won't be promoting Leigh's work.

[spacelazarwolf]

Hey, I'm asking this in good faith because I feel like I don't get it. Why does it matter if someone celebrates Jewish holidays privately if they aren't Jewish? Why does someone else get to decide that's appropriate or not appropriate, when it's just a person continuing to follow traditions that they followed with a member of their family previously?

I know this must sound silly to someone who is Jewish coming from someone who isn't, I'm just curious and hoping to understand because I've seen a lot of similar posts circulating regarding who can and can't practice traditions

this is why:

we have been persecuted for refusing to assimilate for hundreds if not thousands of years. it’s literally why the jewish people still exists today, because we refuse to let go of our culture, our history, our traditions. we’ve endured oppression, ethnic cleansing, and genocide over and over, and yet still we choose to put a menorah in our window and light it for passers by to see, because it tells them: we are still here. and we’re not going anywhere.

i could rant for days about the significance of each jewish holiday, but since it’s hanukkah i’ll stick to one. hanukkah is a holiday that celebrates a time where the jews won. for many it us, hanukkah is a holiday about fighting assimilation. so you understand why it’s very different for someone to celebrate hanukkah with a loved one for fun, as opposed to someone celebrating hanukkah as an act of anti-assimilation and preservation of peoplehood. i said in that ask that i understand their situation is different than a random non jew deciding on a whim to celebrate, but the fact remains that our traditions are closed. we as a people are the ones that get to decide that, even if non jews don’t like it.

at the end of the day, we can’t stop non jews from doing whatever they’re going to do in their own homes, but let’s not pretend it’s a petty argument about lighting candles.

[crystalsenergy]

MOON Placements - achieving emotional self-satisfaction ✨🌱

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Moon in Aries - Emotional autonomy for you is something very important. Independence helps you emotionally, so always practice doing certain things independently, your emotional satisfaction will increase. Spend time alone to understand your inner issues. Don't try to dominate your emotions, let them flow, but deal with any emotional issue in a healthy way, don't let emotions dominate you, and don't dominate them either. No one needs to dominate anyone.

Moon in Taurus - Take care of yourself, pamper yourself, feel good when planning something for yourself. Tips: do something for yourself, like buying something, make inner pleasure possible, plan something that involves the idea of stability, even in the future.

Moon in Gemini - Emotional self-knowledge helps a lot. The "exit" for your emotions will be through the mind. Seek to understand what you feel on a mental level, practicing self-awareness, then verbalize what you feel. It can be difficult to organize your feelings on a mental level, but going through the knowledge path can help you not to over-intellect your emotions, validating them, and at the same time, understanding them mentally.

Moon in Cancer - Embrace your emotions and "stay" with them for a while. Feeling is extremely important to you, value your emotional and understand it. At the same time, take care of emotions, nourish yourself with caring gestures. What would you like to be done for you when you are down? Do it for yourself.

Moon in Leo - practice expressing your emotional side (where can people be positively influenced by you?), practice self-worth, start by valuing yourself in a healthy way. Use your creativity and willingness to change your emotional landscape.

Moon in Virgo - Practice emotional cleansing! What feelings no longer serve you? What patterns of feeling are no longer good for you? Clean your surroundings, especially a place of intimacy and inner contact (bedroom, for example), cleaning intimate places can bring emotional satisfaction. Beware of exterior mess, it can affect the interior life.

Moon in Libra - Be in harmony, seek something that brings you such harmony. Practice expression, externalize your emotions in something that involves the other (where people can listen you? remembering that it is important to look for others, but without cultivating dependence, ok?). Practice artistic expression (through body, for example). Reflect: What brings you the feeling that you are in balance?

Moon in Scorpio - Practice deeper inner contact, don't run away from your emotions, embrace them. Seek to understand the deepest reasons why you feel what you feel. Connect with your spirituality side. Understand how deep things work. Don't control your emotional, but know it. Don't let them control you, but get to know others. Seek the depth within you. Practice writing what you feel, look for ways to validate your feelings, recognizing that your depth is part of who you are, but always taking care not to fall into the extremes of feelings.

Moon in Sagittarius - As you have a great tendency to want satisfaction through expansion, perhaps seeking meaning in your emotions will help you, understanding why you feel what you feel within a larger context. Does that make sense? How can you use this "sense" for the greater good (yours or others)? In addition, certainly seek to go out, expand through fun, as long as it is healthy, it can help a lot.

Moon in Capricorn - To feel emotional satisfaction, plan for the future by thinking about an inner problem. Look at what can be done within your current moment, but aiming for the future. Can the current feeling of dissatisfaction be remedied by planning something? Plan to leave an environment to feel good, even in the future. And within this planning, think: "what should I do to reach this final objective?". Strive to change certain inner realities, which will certainly exist, through planning. Plan something to lessen a discomfort, pain, or simply to increase your inner satisfaction, your inner happiness.

Moon in Aquarius - Practice understanding your emotions through open reflection, without pruning the sentimental believing that it is something ugly or useless. Openly reflect on why you feel what you feel, for everything has a reason. Not denying feelings is ideal, and for inner satisfaction to arrive, you must reflect, use your mind to understand your emotional states. Criticize, reflect: "Does this feeling make sense?" "having or not having meaning, can I validate its existence?". Remembering that as a Moon in Aquarius, dealing with your emotions can be somewhat difficult for you, but it is not an impossible task. Your emotional is ruled by Uranus, which has everything to do with unpredictability, sudden changes, transformations that are unexpected, and it is also ruled by Saturn, which has everything to do with structure, stability, seriousness. You may have difficulty dealing with emotions as they will change as life flows, and at the same time that you want to transform, you want to structure. The issue is finding the balance.

Moon in Pisces - Practice transmuting your negative feelings through music, writing or art in general. Listen to something that resembles what you feel, connect with it. It is important to know how to get in touch with environments and people who vibrate in harmony with good things, with empathy. When you're feeling down, make use mainly of music to feel that you are understood by someone. Use your feelings as a way to gain knowledge about human emotions. Seek knowledge about human mind and emotions.

[katiifaetarot]

THE READING TODAY IS: Message(s) From My Cat Blu ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

-I ended up NOT going with the topic I picked yesterday because it didn't seem right today, but I hope this one still brings peace and clarity or just something you need to hear right now!

-I basically meditated with him on my lap and my cards to bring his energy into the cards to provide the messages💙🐈‍⬛️

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✨️🧚🏽‍♀️please choose your pile and may your intuition and inner knowing guide you to the pile with the energy most suited for you and most suited to help you along your path at this current point in time, no matter what that looks like🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

PILE 1- Blu underneath Xmas tree 🎄

PILE 2- Blu inside hamper

PILE 3- Blu being a distinguished gentleman

PILE 4- Blu falling asleep 😴

** sometimes ( most of the time ) i will pick up on multiple energies that need attention or want to be expressed during the reading so i ASK YOU TO UNDERSTAND THIS DURING MY READINGS:

depending on how the reader(YOU) chooses to look at the situation or however the situation resonates for the reader(YOU) and because this is a general reading;

⚠️you HAVE to be able to use your better discernment + better judgement skills to fully absorb the message and be able to do the necessary work to keep you on track for the future you WANT for yourself⚠️

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OKAY PILE 1:

Relax pile 1. It's time to tune into your emotions and give yourself some time and space to figure out what you need right now in this moment of time. Do not care about challenges that come your way because it will all work out the way it needs to and the way it DESERVES too.

You carry the capacity to feel and absorb the emotions of yourself and other people VERY deeply, so make sure your boundaries stay firm when people try to take advantage of that ability of yours.

Ride the waves, Find your groove, and Move in the direction that feels most suited for you! Don't feel bad for going ghost if you are trying to heal and work on yourselves, being a little selfish sometimes can help you own who are authentically and separate others energies from yours!

A lil cleansing would do you good pile 1! You dont need tools either! Taking an intentional shower or bath could work WONDERS for your energy field.

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OKAY PILE 2:

Let go and Move on Pile 2. Give yourself a break from people for a bit, even if that means taking a couple of minutes to yourself and going back to your busy schedule after.

You are strong, but with strength you must also realize its strong of you to show emotion too! Dont become a victim of circumstance. Cry that good cry, Scream that ear-piercing scream, Walk that road less traveled--Feel w/e you have too, so you can fully and wholeheartedly leave your past behind you.

You have been in tough situations all your life, but that does NOT have to be your Norm always. You can change the present day feelings by changing how you view your past.

Dont be afraid of change, dont be afraid of yourself, dont be afraid of what will happen once you accept your reality for what it is, and dont let other people make you feel small just because you can chase your dreams positively and stand in your own confidence and authenticity!

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OKAY PILE 3:

Soooo, Pile 3, theres two separate groups here. Please use YOUR discernment when absorbing this message so you can choose the correct one:

First Group: the future you want is achievable but you have to be willing to go through the slow days and rest, as well as, be excited for whatever life will hand you between these achievements!!!! IT IS OKAY to just be right now and float towards the future, obviously stay proactive but also find time for joy and silly things!

Second Group: Ok so the future you want is achievable BUT you are being complacent and stagnant right now. Its okay to build rest into your routine and "Do-Nothing-Days" too....but you must balance that out with planned, clear, honest action days too!! Happiness is coming, so start preparing before missing those opportunities or moments of joy !!

Both Piles: Get excited about slowness and work in those periods to keep you grounded and stable!

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OKAY PILE 4:

You could be feeling lack luster or bored lately Pile 4, and thats okay!! Life is trying to get you to create from this frustration and slow you down to see the bigger picture!

Theres no harm in being still and listening to what you need or want right now, but there is harm in wallowing and staying in an energy that keeps you stuck or wanting more.

What is it that you truly want? Reevaluate your attitude to match the circumstances you want to be brought in for you.

Boredem and Discontentment could be plaguing your life, DONT LET IT! Balance out your actions, thoughts, and emotions to figure out the best way forward for yourself!!

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I sincerely hope you received what you needed and released what you don't !! See you again soon!! Take it easyyy and just breathe and fllooowwww!!! you got this! byyeee~🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

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[goemon-fan]

This is just a friendly reminder not to post about non-Palestine related interests from the 7th to ideally the 9th. I would love to go back to Goemon posting, but there are more important things.

This goes beyond this upcoming strike, but I would like to remind everyone, including myself, that

Educating others on Palestine is important, if not essential, and

There is a right and wrong way to do it

Spring Break, Easter, and the like are approaching, and these breaks would make great opportunities to protest and advocate for a ceasefire, as well as educate family and friends since many of us will visit with them.

However, it is important to remember that not everyone is "chronically online" as the kids say. Unfortunately, some of those closest to you are completely unaware of what is happening in Palestine, or are completely misinformed by the rampant misinformation being spread. So, in order to effectively communicate why we are calling for a ceasefire, why we are boycotting, why this is a genocide, you yourself need to 1) understand why and 2) assume good faith in others.

Yes, it is horribly racist when someone assumes all Palestinians are terrorists, but this is what popular media is feeding them; assume good faith, though feel free to disengage with anyone not willing to listen to common sense. Yes, this is a genocide, but throwing around buzzwords like "settler colonialism," "ethnic cleansing," and the like mean absolutely nothing if you do not know what these words mean and what they have to do with Palestine (this isn't to say that you shouldn't use them, as they are accurate, but you shouldn't use them if you yourself don't know what they mean). Now is the time to pick up a book or read a reputable news source. You aren't going to get far with anyone if you immediately jump to statements we, the internet, understand and have context for, but your family and friends unfortunately don't.

Please, during this strike or in preparation for these upcoming holidays, take the time to learn the facts and develop the ability to explain why we're pro-Palestine:

30,000+ Palestinians are dead, in comparison to the 1,139 dead Israeli citizens (both group's lives matter, but this has gone on for far too long; this is no longer a war or about defense, this is outright genocidal)

72,000+ Palestinians have been wounded in the attacks, and medical aid is unavailable

20 Palestinians have starved to death already, and this is only the beginning

Jewish Voices for Peace, the United Nations, the World Food Programme, Doctors without Borders, Save the Children, and many other charities and human-rights organizations have called for a ceasefire

Read into the BDS movement and why certain brands were chosen to be boycotted

Read The Question of Palestine, The Hundred Year's War on Palestine: A History of Settler Colonialism and Resistance, and The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine in particular, alongside other Palestine-related books (many of these are provided as free PDFs online if you simply search them, and I would link to these free sources, but unfortunately it would make you automatically download the PDF instead of redirecting you to a website so I have left them out)

Keep speaking out and standing up for Palestine. Thank you.

[blinkpen]

anyway, the white house comment line is now open, 11 am to 3 pm EST tuesday, wednesday, and thursday

the number is 202-456-111

overwhelm the line every hour it is open. you will likely get a voice saying all operators are busy, and the wait time is whatever number of minutes. just let it sit until you get through. muzak is a bearable genre. give your quick comment.

mine was along the lines of "tell the president he simply will not get my vote no matter what else he promises if he continues to be complicit in the genocide/ethnic cleansing of palestine. if he will only continue to enable genocide while in power, i will refuse to be the person signing the paper granting that power to him, no matter what safety or benefits i personally could gain, because i think this should stop. i refuse a status quo that decides the less a group of people are directly connected to my own life, the less concern their lives are worth at all. as someone whose vote you want, i DEMAND that it stop, or you will not get that vote" or something of that nature

(inb4 someone tries to argue with me on this sentiment. say it even if you don't mean it, if Blue No Matter Who means that much to you, but you need to understand the importance of why a position of authority needs to be feel his position and ability to do whatever the fuck he wants is threatened if he does nothing, think, ok, think, what reason, is joe gonna have to listen, what motivation, is he gonna have, to do anything, if you still vocally priddy prommy to give him what he wants still??? begging you to use your brain)

if you don't get the voice telling you about the options and wait times, and get the busy tone, good, that means the line IS flooded as is, but keep calling so it stays that way and until you get a spot in there or the window literally closes.

[garnetea]

why do birds suddenly appear...

who husband! nanami kento x fem black! reader. length 2.7k words! warnings all sfw fluff! reader knows some french. picnic anniversary date. love experts yuji and gojo. bakers nobara, yuji and megumi.

leman's letter! he might be a little ooc, i tried! and it's pretty old so i don't have the energy to fix up anything that could be written better ☠️ p.s. the end of the title would be "...every time you are near?"

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Other than the sweet petrichor sweeping through the May wind, there wasn't a single indication that it had rained a mere few hours ago. The spring sun was nothing to bat an eye at; it's heat was harsh enough to dry away every droplet. As subtle as it was, you loved the scent; the taste of the wind as it rushed through your ajar window made you feel oddly nostalgic. It uplifted you in a way; almost like cleansing away any peccant thoughts vexing you. Contrarily, your husband didn't have the privilege of ever understanding what you adored so much about the spring weather.

"It's.. annoying, dear. Just listen to the birds." Kento commented, an intrusion to your ongoing and aloud rumination. The two of you sat there in the car for a moment, slightly slowing down to hear the delicate blue jays over the intruding wind. Their high pitched and scattered little chirps greeted you happily, and your lips found it necessary to curl up cheerily in response.

"Don't be so stiff, darling." You responded kindly, your brown glossed lips still painted into that heart warming smile. Your small dimples leaving subtle indents on the soft, brown skin of your cheeks. A smile Nanami knew he'd always adore, even if he didn't always understand it. "It's how they communicate, I'm pretty sure. I know they're glad you don't speak 'bird'." You added in a teasing voice, insinuating an insult.

Unexpectedly, Nanami sped back up the pace of the car after you leaned your face back towards the window, and the wind was quick to resume its harsh tantrum. In slight surprise, you snapped your eyes shut and leaned back at the sudden force- blinking repeatedly to make sure you hadn't gotten anything in your eyes. It seemed inevitable that he'd chuckle in response to your dramatic reaction, but of course he also rolled up your window a bit to prevent a reoccurrence. "You don't think they'd want me to speak 'bird'?" Kento responds in a prying tone. It was easier to speak now that he could hear himself over the harsh gusts of wind. "Would I not be a good neighbor?"

You smiled and crossed your legs in the seat, brushing your well manicured hands over the floral lace dress. A dress chosen specifically for this day, May 9th; your anniversary. "What do you think?" You retorted softly, a question to a question. Your eyes flickered from your florid, white clothed lap, to your husbands side eye.

It wasn't the look he gave you when he was incensed or irritated, but the one he owned when his eyes were pondering. Behind those serious, slanted dark eyes was a head full of complex gears. Usually those gears were used for things like work, taxes- you know, things of importance. Yet, what are they doing now? Simply trying to think outside the box, just trying to answer a taunting question. To use more than his logic and reason, and figure out the meaning of your semi joke. Although he was giving it his all.. he was inevitably struggling.

"Well.... I.. don't get it." He admitted honestly, flattening his vision back on the stale, empty road stretching ahead. His expression showed no embarrassment, but you've been married for two years now. You were analytic enough to know when he wasn't calm, cool and collected; simply because his middle finger was slowly tapping the leather wheel. Little fidgets were all you needed to decide when something was bothering him; tapping his foot, bouncing his leg, it was the little things you noticed. As his wife, it was your obligation to, wasn't it?

"I just mean you'd be a lot like... Satoru, if that makes sense." You explained to him briefly, planting your elbow on the stiff door handle. Your vision found more interest in the flowery, green scenery rushing past the Cadillac Eldorado rather than Nanami's displeased expression.

Kento pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, tying back his urge to retort with something offensive. Today wasn't the day to hurt your feelings, it was your anniversary and there were lovely events planned for the afternoon. He didn't plan all of today's activities for a simple joke to ravage it all. "Dear, I'm nothing like Gojo." He rejected plainly, turning down a particularly rocky dirt road. It was directly through a colorful, flower field; green grass and little tips of pink and yellow flowers stretching as far as you could see. By now you'd lost any interest in the current conversation, you wanted to know where exactly you were going. It seems you'd neglected to ask before you left the house, being so caught up in other topics and such.

"Honey, where are we?" You inquired, rolling your window back down now that Kento was driving at a slower pace. Slow enough to open your door and step out really, but you knew Nanami would have a fit. Saying "you could've tripped" or "what if you hit your head?". So, rather than have him worried with a migraine, you simply sat up on your knees and stuck your head out the window. The light breeze soothes the prickling heat of your forehead and cheeks, such a harsh sun in spring it was. Though, it was sweet.. welcoming. Surely better than an ongoing downpour on such a wonderful day, that was for sure.

"Well, it looks like a field, doesn't it?" Nanami responded sarcastically, bringing the small car to a soft halt on the narrow path. You opted to ignore his smart remark with an eye roll, continuing to breathe in the refreshing, warm air. He put the car in park and turned the key, popping the trunk once he'd turned off the engine. Without the low rumbling of the cars motor you were held still on the seat, and you could hear the sounds of nature surrounding you much clearer. The hums of nearby bees and the high, frequent chirps of the neighboring blue jays held your attention all too well, fascinating you like a narrow minded child. Meanwhile, your husband was having quite a time at the back of the car.

Nanami's voice ringing out through the primarily serene expanse is what caught your attention, deciding to step out rather than day dream blindly from the open window. "Could you give me a hand?" He asked gruffly, reliving his annoyance with how much Gojo and Itadori had packed for him. The regret of excitedly mouthing off about his upcoming anniversary was beginning to seep in; he should've known better, dealing with those two.

"Yeah, lemme- Oh wow!" You were more than surprised to see what he was struggling with, such a beautiful assortment of flowers and balloons. An ample bamboo knitted basket with a silk, pink ribbon clinging to the handle. It was closed in, so you weren't sure what was inside, but upon picking it up you were sure it wasn't anything as light as a feather.

"Let me get that." Kento assured quickly before you let it slip, accepting the grand basket from your grasp and handing you the balloon strings instead. They were a cute bunch too, six of them floating overhead to be exact. Cute little hearts, kiss marks and flowers adorned the shiny shapes of the balloons, some being round while others matched that of a heart.

You watched as he balanced the bouquet of white roses and pink peonies atop of the basket, carefully handling them to not damage the dramatic bow wrapping the handle. No, this definitely wasn't anything like your husband; you were beyond positive he had some kind of influence or assistance. More than likely, it was Yuji and Gojo meddling again; similar to last year's eventful celebration. And, although this wasn't all Kento's idea, you still found it sweet that he could put away his stiff and logical disposition for your sake. To set aside his attitudes and etiquette to give you his raw affection and attention was more than enough, that alone would've been enough for an anniversary. So, you can imagine the smile that took over your cheery expression as he lead the way ahead of you to an open spot in the colorful field.

Seeing as his hands were full, you closed the trunk for him and followed his figure to the spacious meadow. "This's beautiful, mon amour!" You complimented, as if he grew the flowers and such himself. "You picked this place yourself? And the bouquet is charming, too, you remembered how I love peonies!"

The tall blond chuckled lightly as he stopped somewhat far into the area, now being surrounded by the dozens of yellow dandelions and wild roses. Kento sat down the large basket gently and accepted the balloons from your hand, your fingers brushing against one another before he wrapped them around the baskets handle. "I found this place a few weeks ago and kept it in mind." He replied, a nonchalant tone poorly concealing his hubris attitude. It was more transparently obvious that he was beyond satisfied with the outcome of his efforts, he'd really outdone himself. "Yes, well the balloons were Gojo's idea, and this," He flipped open the basket's lid as he spoke. "was Yuji's idea."

You gasped in delight at the sight of the silky material pouring from the top of the basket, beginning to mentally put all of the pieces together. It seems they- Gojo, Nanami, and Itadori- had planned an adorable little picnic, and you could only imagine what cute treats were neatly packed away under the white sheet. "Oh my.." You managed to mumble, smoothing down your dress and crouching down as well. "So those two were in on your planning, dear? You'd better have thanked them, these balloons are just too cute." You added with appreciation while fully pulling out the sheet and handing it to Nanami.

He only managed to hum in agreement at your reminder, concealing an eye roll as he stood up properly with the blanket. "Would you mind unloading the snacks?" He requested, stepping away slightly with the sheet. You watched with glee as he pulled it up in the air, fanning it out a few times before lifting it gracefully over the prickly grass.

It was futile to hold back your excited giggles as you rummaged through the basket, pulling out a large container of pretzel salad. The strawberries were neatly caked over the top with whipped cream separating it from the granola base; you could tell from its slight imperfections and cute butterfly tupperware that it was homemade.

Other than this, there were neatly cut sandwiches, rosemary bread, cheesecake, and chocolate covered pretzels all neatly packed away in their respective containers. A few water bottles and a bottle of white wine were tucked away as well, the wine being swaddled in a towel for protection. Surely you'd have leftovers, this was much more than you'd expected. Though nonetheless, your excitement prior to leaving had clouded your sense of hunger- neglecting to acknowledge the growl in the pit of your stomach. Therefore, the sight before you was more than enough to bring the fact to your attention.

"Oh mon.." You mumbled, your french once again making itself known without your realization. And although you paid it no mind, Kento found it more attractive- or maybe simply adorable- than you were aware. You arranged all of the containers neatly in the center of the blanket, having only the basket and your heels laying on standby in the grass."This looks wonderful, how did-," Nanami's hand then slipped down to intertwine with yours; lifting you up softly from the sheet, now standing before his lean figure.

"Y/n," He began softly, his airy tone wafting around your tender heart. Both standing there against the wind; his slanted eyes held so much love and adoration for you. Two lovers, surrounded by hundreds of lovely, delicate flowers to compliment your beauty. What a memory this will be, of such an endearing day.. May ninth. "Two years is nothing compared to how long I'll be with you, yet I still want to celebrate the time that passes. Every day with you is wonderful, even the annoying ones."

You quirked your brow jokingly, entangling your other hand with his as you spoke. "What do you mean annoying? We don't have-," He chuckled gruffly, which is what interrupted your false claim. How could one never have bad days? Though he knew you were kidding, thus decided to not comment on it.

"Moving on," Kento moved a hand from intertwining with yours, cupping your cheek to look up at him. That soft smile, the one he kept in his pocket for days such as this, enlightened his ivory toned and stern front. His co-worker’s didn't get this smile, nor did his friends. No, this one was solely yours, and you knew by the way the corners of his eyes crinkled up. By the way his lips curled a bit higher than usual, any higher and surely he'd show his teeth. It was your smile, a smile of love- love only for you. "Happy anniversary.. and may many come after this."

Your cheeks swelled with a tingling sensation of loving praise and adoration, oh how adorable he was when he was flustered. Even after years of knowing each other, he still had you blushing and giggling like a school girl in her first innocent affair. How embarrassing..

But what a lovely feeling it was. To have your love reciprocated by the one you love, the only one you could've been dreaming of. It was sweet.. and fulfilling. A wonderfully assuring feeling, really, and you wanted nothing more but to stay this way forever. "Yes my love, happy anniversary. For now and for always, of course." You agreed lovingly. Your soft yet excited tone of voice gently seeps into his cheeks and tints them a light pink, deepening a few rosy shades as you lean into his embrace. Your arms find comfort around his abdomen, softly pulling him closer as he wraps his arms over your shoulders. "Today is as lovely as waking up to you every morning."

Kento hums softly in acknowledgement, wondering how-- after years of being with you-- could you still bring a flock of butterflies onto the flower bed you've grown out of his stomach. Pulling away to plant a gentle kiss against your brown forehead; a forehead that with time, will grow wrinkled and old akin to his. One day, your hands and his will both be pruned and shriveled. Your hair will lose its ever-lively bounce, and his will fade into grey and white. Nanami can't wait for the day, although it sounds dreary, because he'll know he finally made it. That his seemingly meaningless life had a purpose, and it was to spend time making you happy, as you do for him. To spend time with the one he loves, growing old together and reminiscing on those young, colorful memories. Fragments of time born to be treated like porcelain artifacts. Like today, standing in this adoringly lively field of sweet flowers and clovers, eyes gleaming with clouds of apricot and honeydew romance. Something considered so valuable as of now, yet he couldn't have imagined such for himself merely six years ago.

The wind blows through your elegant, ironed dress as you crouch down to open a container of rosemary bread, looking up at your husband; that soft smile still resting in his typically stern features. "Don't be a statue dear, come eat. You alright?" You inquire, untucking a fork from the zip lock bag of plastic silverware.

Nanami clears his throat at your question, smoothing down his slacks and taking a seat beside you. Your scent is clearer once again, and he almost finds himself dazing off into more sentimental daydreams of your shared future. "I'm alright." He confirms, taking up his own fork and knife before shifting his attention to the pretzel salad. Apparently Gojo's students made it for him (Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara.)

'Sweet kids.'

Another warm feeling pepper kissed the center of his chest, prickling his cheeks next as he popped open the container. Your husband peeked over at your pleased and slightly dramatic disposition as you took a bite of the sweet bread, a little dance taking over your arms as you went in for a second bite.

He chuckles at your child-like reaction, and you can only side eye him in response because of your mouth being full. What a memory this would be years from now, telling and retelling the cute specifics of today. May ninth, the Nanami's sweet, floral anniversary.

★ garnetea productions. all rights reserved, do not plagiarize.

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People i want my babygirl Robin to be bullied by:

Billy: obvious option but not less delicious. He's the worst person you've ever met. He probably has no qualms hitting women. Gross disgusting bastard who probably finds Robin both pathetic and arousing. Wouldn't go out of his way to stalk her but he'd have fun cornering her and whispering some really sick comments into her ear while she's paralized by fear if he finds her. His violence is more psychological than physical most times, but if she ever tries to run or fight or do anything else than stay really still and hope he gets bored and leave, he'd grab her by the back of her neck and shake her like a dog. Possibly smelled her homosexuality from a mile away and decided he wanted to "fix her" in the way that's most personally entertaining for him, but he never gets that far. Doesn't make Robin less scared, tho.

Jason: Slightly less obvious option but arguably more compelling than Billy even. Satanic panic idiot, popular boy, respected by the community, dead girlfriend. WOULD get physically violent with Robin much faster than Billy if she and Chrissy were friends. Terrorizing Robin has less to do with his own pleasure and more with incontrollable rage and hatred. Possibly thinks Robin preyed on Chrissy. Has no interest in "fixing" her. He wants to cleanse Hawkins of all traces of her. He wants her in the bottom of the lake.

Nancy: now, don't get me wrong, Nancy loves Robin. She adores her. The way Robin makes Nancy feel is absolutely maddening. Nancy doesn't know what to do with all this feeling - it's dangerous and devastating and terrifying, and it means the final death of the girl she used to think she was. The end of her last tether to normalcy. And Robin is at fault. Because Robin is not normal. And becoming so close with such a freak had been risky. Oh, god, she liked women. How could a woman like women? What was there to like, other than their soft hair and delicate hands and sweet voice? It made no sense. It was inverse, it was - it didn't work like that. Of course, she never goes as far as Billy or Jason. She never yells or threatens or goes out of her way to hurt Robin. But she hurts her nonetheless. She avoids her, for one, and when she can't avoid her, she tells her to keep quiet. To let her do the talking. She ignores Robin when she tries to speak to her and replies to Steve instead - as if Robin were a kid and Steve was the responsible adult looking after her. Robin doesn't understand why her friend is suddenly treating her like this. It started when she told Nancy the truth about her, and she'd reacted awkwardly, sure, and the whole pulling away was something she half expected - no one wants to be friends with a lesbian - but the way she treated her otherwise... it didn't just seem like she was uncomfortable with her. It sounded like she was sick of her. Like she'd realized what a pathetic joke of a person Robin was and couldn't help but feel disgust and frustration whenever she saw her. Like she couldn't help but take it out on her. Suddenly Nancy was telling her to shut up while Robin tried to tell her about an important good idea, or about her feelings, or about anything, really. Suddenly Nancy was pulling her away from the group to secretly tell her she couldn't stay in her house, despite everyone else being there. She offers her an uncomfortable fake smile and lies to her and says something along the lines of her mother suspecting Robin is a queer, and Nancy not wanting her to find out. And Robin knows Nancy is a bad liar, but she feels a shiver run down her spine, scared of the hidden half-truth. She asks Nancy if she's serious. Nancy shrugs, and maybe she tells her she doesn't feel comfortable letting her sleep in the basement with the rest when Max and El are there. She knows Robin will understand. She knows Steve can drop her off at her house or something. But then Robin panics and her eyes water and she tries to talk to Nancy so hard and she just... grabs Nancy's hand, begging her to please, please look at her and listen to her, she doesn't want this. And then a hot pain hits her cheek, and it dawns on her that Nancy just slapped her. Let me go, she says, because Robin is still holding her hand, and Robin mumbles a soft Nance, before she slaps her again. She lets go. No one had ever hit her before. Steve drives her to her house and she stays quiet during the whole ride, eyes still watery, despite Steve's questioning. She absently looks out the window. She doesn't want to speak ever again.

Steve: bet you didn't expect this one. Well, neither did Robin, but a lot of things change after he gets back together with Nancy. Things were normal at first - best of friends, closer than siblings. Nancy wasn't even mad that he spent so much time with Robin. But everything fell apart when Robin confessed her second great secret to Steve, and she was an idiot, of course she was - you didn't say these things to your friend. What kind of person does that? She deserved everything that happened after. She deserved it when Steve looked at her with disgust. She deserved it when he got angry at her, when they fought, and she would later regret defending herself - it didn't matter if she felt like this long before he got back together with Nancy. It didn't matter that he'd told her he didn't love her anymore. None of that mattered because the rules were different for Robin, and for this, she couldn't be forgiven. Suddenly Steve was cold towards her. Suddenly he stopped insisting that they all hang out together, and when sharing a space became inevitable, he acted distant. Protective of Nancy. He observed Robin through the corner of his eye while holding Nancy close to his chest, and it made Robin feel like an animal. Like she should somehow be in jail. But if losing Nancy hurt, losing Steve destroyed her, and she tried to talk to him - always her and her stupid mouth - she talked and talked and he and Nancy just looked at her with so much contempt, that she couldn't help but start crying. And she tries to approach Nancy, tries to talk to her, and it happens so quickly - Nancy tenses up, Steve presses his hand against Robin's chest and roughly pushes her back, making her almost lose her balance. Robin desperately tries to step forward, but he pushes her back again, now he's coming forward, getting into her space in a way that makes Robin feel disgustingly mannish - who treats a woman like this? - when he shoves her back once more and tells her to quit being a creep around his girl. And Robin can't believe her ears, she can't believe this is Steve, her brother, talking to her like this, but his eyes are hard and cold, and Robin feels so inhuman under his gaze.

Now she has no one to help her if Billy or Jason get their hands on her.