#lost society imagines

[ifidiedinadream]

Since you take Samy requests 💜

*gently places this in your ask box*

What if Samy's partner is a little taller than him, and so were all of their ex lovers, and although Samy knows reader loves him nevertheless, he can't help but feel insecure about it. When he finally opens up, his partner would not only reassure him but also take him shopping to buy a pair of platform boots for him to wear, so they are both the same height, at least.

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You and Samy are out on a simple date, just strolling around and talking. 

You're walking arm in arm to keep each other warm. You don't mind the cold, you love how it's an excuse for your sides to touch and his cologne smells amazing, so distinctly like him. It would be perfect, perfect, if it wasn't for the way Samy's gaze darkens from time to time. 

You can't help but notice. 

The mood of your chat is cheerful but sometimes he misses a beat, not answering right away, taking a while to understand your joke and laugh at it. It would be almost imperceptible if you didn't know him by now - if you didn't know it's when something bothers him that he acts like this.   

You catch him looking at himself briefly in the shop window you're passing by, lowering his eyes immediately after, suppressing a sigh it seems. He doesn't react to your joke. It's time to do something. 

You point to a store on the other side of the street. "Let's go to that coffee shop over there. I'm hungry. And cold." 

Samy doesn't protest. You sit at a table inside, and the shop has a cozy atmosphere that warms you up from the inside. Samy is back at smiling and being in a lighthearted mood, but you can't help but feel that it's a bit forced. 

"What's wrong, baby?" you ask, taking his hand in yours on the table. 

"Nothing's wrong," Samy says, furrowing his eyebrows. "I love being here with you." 

Your thumb caresses the back of his hand. "You look pensive." 

"No, it's just - " He shakes his head, pressing his lips together. You can tell he's pondering whether he should tell you what's on his mind or play it cool. "It's stupid, don't worry about it." 

"It can't be stupid if it's bothering you." 

Samy looks away. The waiter comes with your fuming cups and he takes advantage of this moment to collect his thoughts. 

"Trust me, it is. It's just me being insecure is all." 

"Insecure? Why would you be? You're the coolest, hottest looking person in this damn coffee shop." 

His silver tooth catches the dim light of the cozy room for the brief moment Samy smiles. He keeps playing with his coffee, turning the teaspoon in his cup and observing the twirls that appear on top. 

"Promise me you won't laugh?" 

"You know I would never laugh at you." 

"But it's so damn stupid I couldn't even blame you if you did." 

You throw him a look. One that says that he should just stop with this bullshit already. 

"Alright, alright." Samy raises his hands. "It's... it's that you're taller than me. My ex was taller than me. My ex before that was taller than me. I'm always the short one. And I know you don't care, I know you love me anyway, but I can't help but feel... what's the word for it? Emasculated." 

"Emasculated?" 

"I would like to feel manly for once: tall, strong, big. But..." He wraps the fingers of his right hand around his left wrist to prove his point. "My bones are tiny." 

"But babe. You sing in a metal band. You're covered in tattoos. I assure you you look pretty tough." 

He sighs. "I know," he says, his attention back on the cup, which isn't fuming as much anymore. "Just a few more centimeters wouldn't hurt is all I'm saying." 

He finally takes a sip of his coffee. You look at him fondly and then an idea takes shape in your head. 

"You have the centimeters in all the right places if you ask me." 

Samy almost chokes on his coffee, but his laugh is genuine and you love the sound of it. 

"Let's finish our coffees," you say then, "and then we'll see if we can do something about it." 

"About me being short? How?" 

"I just think our date doesn't have to be over yet is all. Can you take some more walking?" 

"Of course." 

"Then trust me." 

*** 

"Where are we going?" Samy asks when you drag him out of the coffee shop and down the street, yanking him by the wrist as he's still in the process of putting his beanie back on. 

"To the thrift store." 

"Why?" 

You stop in your tracks and look at him. "Thought you liked thrifting?" 

"I do, I just - " 

"It's time for new shoes." 

You resume walking right away but don't miss how Samy's face softens after a moment of brief confusion. He intertwines his hand in yours and you feel no urge to be in a hurry anymore. 

Samy took you to this specific thrift store on one of your first dates, saying it's one of his favorites in town. His eyes start glowing as soon as you enter, and a leather jacket immediately catches his attention, but you're quick to guide him to the shoes aisle, telling him the jacket can wait. 

"What about... those?" 

You point to a pair of Demonia (or Demonia-like) platform boots, shiny black, with huge buckles on the sides. They fit Samy's style perfectly and he rushes to grab them from the shelf, searching for the size tag. 

"These are perfect." Samy turns one of the shoes over in his hand, inspecting carefully. "They look like they've hardly been worn." 

"How tall are they?" 

"Looks like five, six centimeters?" 

"Try them on." 

Samy sits down on a nearby stool, takes off his shoes and proceeds to put the platform boots on. He moves his ankles, assessing their wearability, then stands up, taking a few steps. 

"Comfortable," he remarks. 

You take his hand and guide him to the full length mirror by the band shirt stack. In the reflection you're standing close together, and Samy is about the same height as you, if not a bit taller. He's smiling and you kiss his cheek. 

"You look great in them." 

"Thank you," Samy says, and you're under the impression it isn't about the compliment. "I love you." 

You tilt his head towards you with a gentle finger and kiss his lips. "I love you too. Now let's find that jacket again and check out."

[saint-petah-the-good]

my biggest fear is being closed in a room with all of my fictional crushes

[sher-ee]

Does this statement represent all MAGA supporters? Is this the mindset of the Republican Party?

Read here ⬆️

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Our Lady Of Mysterious Ailments & The Mystery at Dunvegan Castle

books 2 & 3 in the Edinburgh Nights series

paranormal mystery set in a climate-ravaged future Scotland, plagued by ghosts and magic

follows a 15yo Black girl who’s finally gotten an in to learn scientific magic properly - but it turns out to be an unpaid internship, so she has to take more jobs delivering ghost messages and investigating mysteries to take care of her gran and little sister

in book 2 she’s investigating a strange illness centred on a magic school for boys

and in book 3 she’s attending a global magician conference held in a creepy castle - when someone’s murdered, and they’re locked in until she figures out the culprit

Zimbabwean magic, friendship, disabled characters, no romance (so far)

[kinneys]

jason and marie: touch

[hobgoblinbard]

"fuck that one up"

[mushkishoard]

Some asshat: ouwgh europeans brought the Indians technology and civilized life bwoulg

Shut up. You know what most native peoples have/had that settlers in the Americas STILL don't have?

No homelessness

What we would now call free healthcare

Equal rights and respect for male, female, and other genders.

Care for the elderly and disabled

No racism

Heart knowledge, or what we might call, mental healthcare

What we would now call free education

No one would starve cause of someone else's greed

Yeah, no society is perfect, and we have our faults. But whose society would you rather live in?

Now think about how all of that was stolen not only from natives, but the decendants of settlers too. You, settlers, could also have had better, had people in power been stopped. And it's still your responsibility, settlers, to stand by us and take away those evil people's power.

Land fuckin back.

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID: a digital illustration featuring Luz, Eda, King, and Papa Titan from the owl house. The image is set in the in-between realm. Papa Titan looms large in the background, winking at us with his claw outstretched into the foreground. The hooty in his eye socket also extends into the foreground, staring at Eda (who's in harpy form) menacingly. Her, King and Luz are floating in the space, Eda looking at the hooty unhappily, King faced away and turned back to look at us, one hand outstretched to Papa Titan, Luz looking at stringbean (surrounded by light spells) with tears in her eyes. Written overtop of the image is the lyrics "and here's to you, Mrs Robinson!". End ID]

💫🎶and here's to you, Miss Noceda! The Titan loves you more than you will know, wo oh oh!🪶✨

[samyelbanette]

Taz has such destructive hands. 😳

From his Instagram story. September 6th, 2024.

[tenkos-heart]

"horikoshi confirms my hero academia's epilogue ends in 5 chapters"

(rant thing in tags)

[jichanxo]

hitting them with the girl beam (+ pre-judgment era beam)

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

happy bomb in a tribble tuesday 

[sodorsteam]

SO @ohjeeztrains and i were talkin’ bout his monster engines and my teratomas and like… ‘WHAT IF WE SWITCHED BEASTS’ SO….

MAXIMUS TERATOFORM SKETCH HAPPENED!!

he’s like 40 feet tall and a shmillion tons of muscle and soft and he IS HERE TO PARTY RESPONSIBLY ON THE RAILS.

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

they just didn't have to write him as "a great philanthropist"; "a generous benefactor of the empire bay planetarium"; "frequent officer of the empire bay press guild"; "a frequent target of political slander and false arrest because of generosity towards the press"

and at the same time write him as the first of the others to organize drug trafficking; a man who tried to kill all his competitors; "a shady bastard, even for guys in this business"; "ruthless modernizer"; a man who secretly views his close friend as a liability; "the man who killed his own boss" to take his place

"few will moan moretti's passing" from the lost heaven's newspapers and there's nothing like that in the cut-out news reports about carlo's death

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

how do terfs grapple with the fact that they're white supremacist losers who think that women are weak essentially like adult babies but that they also bear the apparent brunt of all human pain... liiike ok which narrative are we going with

[kingdomoftyto]

WAIT, Smolder is Sunny's step-dad now??? 🥺