#right?” Charlie is reading a book on how to raise a good person in a bad place.

[damntheyare]

Oooh love your art so much. Its literally the wallpaper on my phone right now. Lol.

I was hoping maybe I could request a really cute scene of Charlie telling Alastor she's pregnant...? The idea of him being a dad is so cute, like, between her parents and grandparents... that's the safest kid in hell. Lol

none of them were ready

[lumiheartszz]

Could you do dark wolf (from sorry boys we started a cult) /Cultbur x fem read please?

could I possibly also be 💜🤍✨ anon?

YES !! :3 Also i didnt know if you wanted it to be fluff or smut so i added both (nsfw is marked)

Welcome 💜 ANON!! :3

WARNINGS: Somnophilia / Sex (obviously)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !

Wilbur's finger traced over his hatchet's sharp edge, admiring the way the light shone upon it. "I don't get why women don't like hatchets... they're such a fascinating object, a beautiful creation of mankind..." Tommy, in the corner, laughed. "Maybe it's not the hatchet they dislike, eh, master?" He giggled as he playfully elbowed Ranboo before they started speaking. "I mean... Tommy's not wrong, Wilbur. You're kinda... uhm... how do I say this--" "fuckin' insane, that's what." Tommy chimed in, flashing Wilbur a dirty grin.

"I wouldn't say that," Wilbur huffed. "I'd say  I'm a rather compassionate person... maybe it's just... their problem." He looked to the side in irritation, later burying his face within the depths of his large hands. The silence was deafeningly loud for the trio, before Ranboo spoke up once again, hoping to crack the tension atleast a tiny bit.

"Say, now that we're on the topic of women, I actually remember this girl picking up the book I left out temporarily. You know the rules, once you open the book, you have to join!" They cheerily explained. "No fuckin' way you made up a dumb rule on the spot." Tommy raised an eyebrow at them, a laugh threatening to escape from his lips. "Hey, it's not just made up, we did the same for Charlie!" Ranboo held his hands up. "Well look what happened! You never know..."

The two's banter started to fade out as Wilbur's mind begun to filter it out and pushed it away, away from his thoughts. His sharp senses heard a snap of a branch outside. The two didn't quite hear as they were busy with banter.

He stood up, stepping out of the cabin, scanning his surroundings for any intruders. Then, that's when he saw her. The first woman he had ever seen in ages. She was holding a camera, sneaking around the broken down shack. She heard somewhere that an individual went out here to investigate, and never came back, let alone were they seen again.

Her knuckles turned white from gripping the camera out of absolute fear of what might happen to her. She forced herself to swallow her fear, right before...

"You." Her head snapped back at the deep voice that came from behind her. She let out a shaky gasp. "H-hey...? What are... what are you doing here? Who exactly... are you?"

Wilbur was... silenced, at the very least. In no world had he seen such a perfect, ethereal woman. He couldn't even say a single syllable as he eyed her in awe. "... you good?" His thoughts were ripped from him as her words brought him back to reality. "Me? Yes, yes I am!"  He managed to stutter out. "Uh... see, i'm here to investigate. I found a book nearby yesterday and I decided to investigate this area. The book kinda had... er... creepy incantations written on them."

Wilbur's pupils dilated as he took in her words. The book, the prophecy within it... could it be? Was she... The Chosen One? "Fuck, He chose you..." he mumbled out as he stated right into her eyes. "... me? Who did? What'd I get chosen for...?" She questioned in confusion, obviously not familiar with what was happening at the moment. In that very second, he fell to his knees before her. "The Dark Lord chose you... you, you. No wonder you're so... perfect, so... breathtaking..." he breathily mumbled as he took her hands in his.

"Fuck, you're the chosen one, aren't you? The Dark Lord chose a beautiful angel to join us..." He looked at her and she swore she saw hearts in his eyes. She couldn't lie, he was so pretty. His dark, fluffy hair falling over his eyes, the way he eyed her, the way he spoke to her, it all messed up the clogs spinning in her head. "Please, say you'll join us in worship of Him." He pleaded, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. With a sigh, she looked at him, trying to decide on what she should do. As if all her instincts had disappeared magically, she decided to actually join.

It had been a few months since she joined, but too long since she noticed his efforts with trying to impress her, as if it wasn't already obvious enough from the first day. He always reminded her how absolutely beautiful and ethereal she was, giving her any flower he can find in the woods, constantly ranting to her about his hatchet (which was rather cute to her, actually), he gave her attention 24/7. She knew that he was head over heels in love, and didn't know what to do. She didn't even notice that her own heart was starting to cling to him.

She was reading a book Ranboo had given to her, reading the incantations and prophecies as she sipped on a cup of coffee, before the familiar scent of petrichor and metal (a rather odd combination) entered her nostrils. He buried his head within the confines of her warm neck, hands scrambling to find her waist. "Why didn't you attend to the incantation reading today...?" He mumbled into her hair. "Sorry about that. I'm making up for it by reading the copy Master Ranboo gave me." He clung onto her tighter, as if she'd disappear into the floor if he let go. "I was waiting for you, waiting to hear your voice, Y/N..." as much as he tried to not do so, it sounded like a whine more than anything. "I had things to do, Wil. I promise I'll attend next time, yeah?"

She started combing through his brunette hair with her fingers.

He turned her around, placing a flower on top of her ear. "You're so pretty..." he whispered as he tilted her chin up with his index finger. "You are, too." She tilted her head, a warm smile finding it's way onto her face. "... can we cuddle? Please?" He pleaded, placing her hand on his cheek. That was all it took for her to give in. "Alright, alright, we can." With that, he led her to a bed in one of the other sheds.

!! NSFW INCOMING !!

She instantly blacked out two minutes after she was laid onto the comfy sheets. Her eyes fluttered open to the sound of Wilbur's muffled whines as he used her hand to stroke himself. He was leaking so much precum, and she felt it. "Mmf-- p-please-- a-ah~!" He obviously tried to keep his volume down in an attempt to not wake her up. "Wilbur...?" She groggily spoke, obviously alerting the man. "Y/N-! Shit, i--"

He immediately let go of her hand. "I'm so sorry, I... I just couldn't help myself and--" his eyes were starting to water due to guilt and shame. Y/N reassured him, however. "Hey, it's fine, I promise! I don't... really mind..." she looked down, eyeing his painfully hard looking cock. It was leaking so much precum. "... I... I didn't know you felt that way about me." She started, grabbing at his sensitive cock and stroking it very slowly and gently. "Ack--! Y-Y/N-- fuck~!" He covered his mouth as quickly as he could. "Don't cover your mouth, pretty boy. Let me hear you, yeah?" She tilted her head, kissing Wilbur's neck.

"Fuck, fuck--! Please, please..." with a chuckle, she pressed a kiss to his lips, a moan involuntarily escaping him. Her hand moved to stroke him more, and he let out whimpers and moans, thrusting into her hand needily. "Please-- please give me more-- hah~! Nghh, please~!" She pulled her hand away, which elicited a whine from him due to the loss of pleasure. "Y/N...! C'mon...!" Y/n chuckled, entertained by his neediness. "Just a little more, sweet boy." With that, her lips parted to take his leaking cock into her wet mouth, warmth engulfing him fully. She gagged due to how unusually large he was, but was able to get used to it. Her head bobbed up and down his pretty dick as he moaned out in pleasure. It only took 2 minutes to get him to the edge. "I-I'm cum-cumming~! Hah-- a-a-ahh~!" His sentence was cut off as she pulled away from him. "Y/N, PLEASEEE~!" He pleaded, legs shaking as he sobbed for his orgasm. "Please-- I've been so, so good... I've been a good boy for you-- l-let me cum, please..." He whined, sobs escaping his sweet lips.

She hummed as she stripped her clothes off one by one, eventually shutting Wilbur up as he ogled her perfect body. He felt his cock twitch at the wonderful sight. Anticipation pooled in his stomach as she straddled him, her tits bouncing as she did. He let out a gasp as she started grinding on his sensitive arousal, hands hastily grabbing at her breasts. Y/N then decided to take him all in. She lifted herself up, slowly setting herself down as pain was registered by her senses. It disappeared, however, the feeling of being full replacing it as if it was never there. Wilbur moaned loudly, desperately trying to get deeper into her walls. "Stop." It only took that word for him to stop, despite the whine that escaped him. She lifted herself up before slamming all the way back down. This elicited loud moans and whimpers from the taller man, and it only took four thrusts for him to absolutely be on the edge. "I-I'm cumming~! F-Fuck-- shit, I'm--"

Gradually, she bounced quicker and quicker, causing him to cum already. This caught Y/N off guard, confusion painting itself on her face. "No... no! I'm so sorry, i--" Tears started forming in his eyes. "No, don't be! It's fine, reall--" he thrusted into her, trying to get her to cum. "Please-- please I can, I can make you cum! I'm a g'boy, p-please..." his deep thrusts started to make her groan and whimper slightly. "B-baby-- fuck..." she breathily moaned before he hit a certain spot that made her scream. "HOLY SHIT~! RIGHT THERE, WIL~!" she screamed out. As he hit the spot repeatedly, she could've sworn she saw stars before she squirted. This made him cum again, hot white painting her once velvet ones. They both panted during the aftermath of the event.

"Th-thank you..." he shakily whispered.

[femmedefandom]

so aside from Bill and Charlie, I don’t actually like any of the Weasleys (talking book canon, not fanon or movies). most share a naive binary « you’re with me or against me » mentality in which they are always in the right/have the moral high ground and can be prejudiced or outright cruel to those who oppose it. from major ideological disputes to differing opinions and interests, if you don’t agree, then you’re not worth their time or affection. or they’re just not wonderful people.

Arthur: this is a man who is so grossly incompetent that after years working in an office specializing in muggle artifacts, he still has no idea how muggle life works or even how to pronounce basic words. treats muggles like fascinating creatures to be studied, not humans, despite having vague ideologies about supporting their existence. operates as a supporting act to his wife, not as a united front. had more children than he can afford to support on his salary. raised those children to believe all Slytherin are evil.

Molly: majorly judgmental and passive aggressive woman who wields her love and approval like a bait and switch for her children. so smothering that every single one of her adult children got out ASAP. claimed a literal 14/15 year girl was a harlot based off rumors and completely discarding years of friendly relations. despised her first son’s fiancée for having the audacity to be beautiful, French, and disagree with her opinions. cut all contact with Percy when he joined the ranks of the ministry/not wanting to die for Dumbledore’s cause that seemed under manned and outmatched, despite him giving no indication that he was involved with DE. had too many children to give appropriate attention, care, and support to, leaving them to feel neglected and not worthy.

Percy: stuck up snob yes, but I don’t think his ambition is necessarily a bad thing considering he grew up without a lot and wants différent for himself. What he is is sort of tunnel minded in thinking that just because he doesn’t outright support DE, that his work in the clearly corrupt ministry was doing any good. Following the law is right in theory but not all laws are fair. He swung too far in the other direction when he could have used his position to warn people about policies set up to hurt them.

Fred & George: for those who like them, they’re wonderful and brilliant pranksters down for a good time any time. But they turned their brother’s teddy bear into a spider in his arms giving him lifelong trauma. Relentlessly terrorized Percy in the name of a joke (that he was the butt of and never enjoyed). stuck that Slytherin kid Montague in such a life threatening situation that he had to risk untested apparition to get out and survive and laughed about it. Boo-d literal children who got sorted into Slytherin and set the tone that a sorting out of their control was enough reason to be mocked and degraded.

Ron: wants everything but doesn’t work to get it. He complains when he’s not the best but you don’t see his efforts to improve. Loves being Harry’s friend but hates being « Harry Potter’s » friend and takes that frustration out on him. Always willing to assign everyone the worst motivations from outsiders like Viktor to any Slytherin to his best friends Harry and Hermione. He’s just really petty.

Ginny: has a celebrity crush on a kid at age 10 and holds onto that for years despite very limited interaction with the person in question, which is super creepy. like her mother, she hates on Fleur for having the audacity to be beautiful, French, and receive Bill’s love (apparently it is also her fault that guys in general are smitten with her). we’re told she received support and advice from Hermione about Harry and then when Hermione expressed concern that Harry didn’t agree with, Ginny immediately cut her down and invalidated that. not too much to go off with Ginny but with the little I read it’s not good.

[myfictionalboyfriendsandme]

Wuthering Heights

Pairing(s): Chavez y Chavez x Reader

Prompt(s): A cowboy being secretly fond of you… they share a book with you even though they can’t read

Word Count: Around 2,900

Warning(s): nothing super crazy, talk of malnourishment, talk of traumatic experiences but nothing specific

Rating: T

Author’s Note(s): There isn’t nearly enough content for this man, so enjoy!

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It was after dinner when they all relocated for reading and writing time.

The boys who had already been living at the Tunstall farmstead all moved to their regular spots. John took his place in the rocking chair near the fireplace. Doc remained at the dining room table across from Richard, his writing book and his pencil in front of him. Steven sat in the wooden chair that was situated against the brick to the left of the fireplace while Charlie settled down directly in front of him on a bench.

(Y/N) smiled at the routine of it all. Whenever they gained a new person on the ranch, she could see the confusion on their face as John explained to them they would learn to read and write if they expected to stay. 'They are tools that will help you survive in the new world.' John would say. She thought it was amazing that he wanted to help these young men become more successful than any of them ever thought they would be.

They all had different experiences and backgrounds, some more educational than others. She and Richard were taught how to read and write by their mother and their grandmother back in Vermont. Doc knew how to read, he just had to work on his writing skills. He was quite a fast learner, already making leaps and bounds towards being able to write on his own. Steven and Charlie never learned how to read or write, but these sessions were good for them. Both of them had only been around for a few months and she could tell they were also improving. She couldn't tell if that came down to the fact that they were also fast learners or if they just had a really good teacher.

Probably the latter.

She was about to move to her designated spot, to the right of the fireplace on a cushion on a raised section of brick (she liked it because she could lean against the wall while also leaning into the warmth of the fire), when she noticed Chavez hadn't moved. He stood against the wall that divided the dining room from the parlor, probably observing everyone's actions, not really knowing what to do. (Y/N) knew it was hard being the new person around, but she was determined to make sure he felt welcome.

Chavez had been with them for about a week now and he had barely said two words to anyone, excluding herself and John. Today was the first day that he had left his room during working hours and tonight was the first night that he was able to join them for dinner and reading time. For the last week, either John or (Y/N) had taken dinner to him so he could eat while he remained comfortable in bed. He was still malnourished, but not nearly as bad as when he first arrived. (Y/N) could tell he had seen things that were probably extremely traumatizing for him. Most of the time when she would sit with him in his room he would just stare off into the distance, as if he was deep in thought. John had explained that it seemed like he was in a bad place and ultimately he just wanted to help him find his way back to a better one, but to do that they had to work slowly.

As everyone was settling in, (Y/N) made her way to Chavez and looked up at him. He had a good eight inch height difference when compared to her. "You can sit next to me." She put on her friendliest face without making it seem like she was trying too hard. "It's the best seat in the house and I'll let you sit next to the fire, make sure you stay warm."

She knew he had been perpetually cold since he had arrived. The first night he slept directly in front of the fire, unwilling and quite possibly unable to even think about moving away from the warmth it provided. She could understand why, his skin had felt like ice. It was only after she gathered almost every blanket in the house and draped them around him that he had stopped shivering. After that night, they had moved him to a bedroom on the second level of the house so he could sleep in a real bed, but she knew he still longed for the fireplace.

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The third night, after the other boys and John had already gone to bed, (Y/N) stood perusing the book shelf that was situated in a little alcove to the right of the stairs. It wasn't uncommon for her to be found downstairs reading in front of the fire. She had always been a night owl, especially when compared to the other men of the house, so she was almost always left to her own devices after the sun went down. Occasionally Doc would join her if he couldn't sleep or if he felt like talking before he went out to the bunk house, but anyone else was unexpected, which was probably why she was so surprised to hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

They were very faint. Honestly, they were so faint that she almost thought she was imagining them. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw Chavez appear at the bottom of the stairs, his body wrapped in a buffalo hide blanket. He looked around before quietly maneuvering his way to sit on the floor in front of the fire. He hadn't seen her. Not that she assumed that would be a problem. Since she was the one to take care of him that first night, she was one of the only people in the house that had gained his attention. He didn't seem to fully trust anybody just yet, and who could blame him with what he'd been through, but (Y/N) was set on making sure he felt comfortable.

At that moment, she decided she wasn't going to let him sit alone.

She quickly grabbed the book she had been looking for - Wuthering Heights - and cautiously made her way to the fireplace into his peripheral vision. He was just sitting there with his legs crossed, the blanket wrapped tightly around him, and his eyes glued on the flames. In the light of the fire, the dark circles under his eyes became even more prominent than they were before.

"Hi." She moved to the floor and sat down beside him, setting the book down on the bench behind them. "Can't sleep?"

She watched as he took a long, shuddering breath. After a moment of silence, she thought he might not answer her but he wrapped the blanket tighter around himself before whispering. "Tengo frío." His voice was hoarse and scratchy from lack of use.

(Y/N) nodded in understanding. "Let me get you a cup of tea. It'll help." She stood up and walked to the kitchen. Lucky for her, she had already been preparing her favorite tea so she could enjoy a drink while she read. She grabbed two ceramic mugs out of the cupboard and poured the steaming liquid into each before making her way back to the fireplace. "I like to drink tea while I read." She carefully sat down and put the mugs on the floor in front of them. "John introduced me to this one. He calls it English Evening."

"Thank you." Chavez whispered.

"You're welcome." She smiled and picked up her mug, lightly blowing over the top of it.

All was silent except the crackle of the flames, but it wasn't uncomfortable. The atmosphere in the room just felt... content. She turned around and grabbed Wuthering Heights. "I was going to read." She looked at him, the firelight dancing across his tanned skin. "I could read to you if you like. I read to the other boys all the time."

After a few more moments of silence, he did something she wasn't expecting. He looked at her and gave her a small, one sided smile.

"It's called Wuthering Heights." She smiled back at him before opening it to the first chapter and reading out loud. "1801. I just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with..."

Every once in a while Chavez would reach down and take a sip of his tea before gently placing it back on the ground. She was glad he liked it. With how sick he had been when he arrived, it was good for him to drink something soothing. She also noticed that he started to look over at the book in her hands, a slight hint of curiosity in his eyes. He shifted his body closer to hers so he could look over her shoulder. She positioned the book so that it was in-between them, giving Chavez a better opportunity to follow along with her as she read on.

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After that night, (Y/N) and Chavez meeting downstairs to read together became the new normal. The boys would go to bed, (Y/N) would grab Wuthering Heights from the bookshelf before making them two cups of tea, and Chavez would silently make his way down the stairs to sit in front of the fireplace. (Y/N) would start a conversation about something random before she started reading (to try to get him to talk to her - it was working!), they would each take a couple sips of their tea, and then they would read until each of them got tired.

(Y/N) was excited to have Chavez finally join them for reading and writing after dinner. She realized it hadn't been long since he arrived at the Tunstall farmstead and she knew he needed to recuperate, but it was nice having everyone together. It was their family time, and he was a part of their family now.

She grabbed the newspaper from the counter in the kitchen and made her way towards John, Chavez trailing behind her. She handed the paper off to John and motioned to the spot next to the fire. Chavez sat down and immediately leaned against the brick of the fireplace, still looking around and making observations about everyone else in the room. (Y/N) grinned to herself as she watched him. He looked much more alert now that his health was recovering, and it wasn't just the mental changes that seemed to be improving, but the physical ones, too. His skin had retained a healthy glow and there was a new light found in his eyes.

It was very refreshing.

She leaned towards him and started whispering. "John will start reading first before handing the paper off to someone else, then we all take turns."

He looked at her and nodded.

"Lincoln County New Years Dance." John began as he straightened out the paper in his hands. "A dance will be the big social feature for Lincoln on New Year's Eve..."

(Y/N) smiled as John continued to read. As she told Chavez before, she always read to the boys in the house. They always told her she had a beautiful voice. According to Doc, her soprano sound was like a delicate set of silver bells in the winter wind (he was forever the poet of the house). She loved reading to the boys because she knew it made them happy, but there was a part of her that loved switching roles every now and then. She cherished the time after dinner when the boys would take turns reading to each other because it was a chance for her to just sit and listen. It was one of her favorite ways to relax at the end of the day.

John had finished reading his section of the newspaper and looked up at the boys, trying to decide who to hand it off to. He leaned forward in his rocking chair and stood up, making his way to Steven. He handed the paper to the young man and showed him where to pick up. Out of all the boys, Steven was the one who knew the least. He was making excellent progress, but he still required quite a bit of help. John would kneel down next to him and use his finger to lead Steven's eyes across the page. They had to stop on every word to sound it out, but (Y/N) didn't mind. She loved witnessing someone learn.

Once Steven had finished, the process repeated for Charlie. John knelt down next to the bench Charlie perched on and moved his finger across the page. Charlie didn't need to pause on every single word, it was more like every third or fourth. His reading was still choppy, but there were certain smooth passages that (Y/N) was really happy to hear.

Eventually, John made his way back to his rocking chair and held the newspaper towards (Y/N) and Chavez. "Chavez, I believe it's your turn."

(Y/N) saw Chavez' head look up and over towards John, eyes slightly wide. She smiled at him, trying to be as encouraging as possible. She was excited to finally hear him read. She had thought about asking him to do it during their nightly reading sessions when he'd follow along over her shoulder, but she didn't want to scare him off. Just from listening to his one word responses throughout the week she knew she was going to love the sound of his voice. It took everything in her not to beg him to speak more just so she could listen to him talk.

After her shining smile of inspiration, she expected him to take the paper and read aloud to his heart's content. What she wasn't expecting was his response.

"I don't know how to read." He whispered.

Her eyes widened in faint surprise. She had no idea. When they read at night, he seemed so invested in 'Wuthering Heights' that she didn't even question his reading ability. She'd even seen his eyes moving across the pages.

John nodded. "Then we shall teach you. You happen to be sitting next to the second best teacher in the house." He winked and smirked at (Y/N).

She snapped her attention to him and started laughing, along with the rest of the boys in the room. Rolling her eyes, she looked back at Chavez. "I would be honored to teach you, Chavez. We can start tomorrow."

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That night after the rest of the boys had gone to bed, (Y/N) was in front of the fireplace on the floor with their book and two cups of tea. She heard his footsteps move down the stairs and towards her before he sat down next to her, immediately grabbing his mug of English Evening.

"I had no idea." She spoke, looking at him sip his tea. "Why didn't you say anything? I could've started teaching you days ago."

Chavez stared into the fire. She wasn't expecting a long response.

"I just can't believe I wasn't considerate enough to even ask you." She continued. "It's just that I saw your eyes move across the pages and I-"

"You have a beautiful voice."

She paused. She hadn't been expecting that. Though, that seemed to be a common theme for her in the last week.

She tilted her head at him, a slight blush highlighting her cheeks. "Thank you."

He continued watching the flames lick the sides of the bricks. "I didn't say anything because I enjoyed listening. Your voice is very soothing." He moved his eyes from the fire to her.

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile at him. She was surrounded by boys who always treated her with the utmost respect. They gave her compliments, they helped her around the house when they could, and they protected her to the best of their ability. She knew everything they did was genuine, but for some reason, her heart skipped a beat when Chavez spoke to her. It wasn't like that with the other boys. This feeling was different.

She had always been described as an incredibly honest person (mostly by her older brother, Richard), therefore, she didn't hold back when it came to expressing her feelings to others. This moment with Chavez was no exception. "You make me feel so..." She trailed off, not really knowing how to finish the sentence. Would he think she's crazy?

"Different?" He asked.

She let out a sigh of relief. "Yes." She nodded. "But different in a good way."

He smiled softly. "Me, too."

As they spoke, she suddenly noticed they had drifted closer to one another. In fact, they were so close that she could feel his shoulder length hair tickling the side of her neck. What was happening to her? It was like she had been hypnotized.

"I like spending time with you." Chavez said, his dark eyes bright from the glow of the fire.

She didn't think her blush could get any deeper. "I like spending time with you, too."

She suddenly couldn't take it anymore and looked away from him, her eyes fixed on the fire. She did not normally act like this. She had never encountered something, or someone, that made her feel anything less than confident, but with Chavez she was second guessing everything. Her hand moved to the floor in-between them so she could lean her upper body weight against it, but before she could do anything, she felt something else on the ground. Quickly looking down, she realized she was touching his hand.

He didn't pull away.

He did the exact opposite actually.

She left her hand where it was, and ever so gently, he moved his hand so it was on top of hers before giving it a gentle squeeze.

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Translations

Tengo frío - I’m cold

[ma-lark-ey]

I feel like challenging GOD so in my first ever read of Harry Potter I will be listing all of my headcanons in one big master post and sending it into the void space of tumblr thank you goodbye. I have no concept over which of these are hottakes, which of these are widely accepted, and which of them are just me being batshit crazy because as I write this I have never once looked at the Harry Potter fandom proper and my only knowledge of it is My Immortal and the fact that TikTok thinks Harry's dad and Sirius' little brother should makeout. 1. Ron Weasley is autistic.

2. Neville Longbottom is half-Korean on his mother's side, and also probably wears goofy little frog overalls.

3. Ron is tall, Harry is Short

4. Harry's scar is smattered across his face like a lightning storm and not just one little bolt, that's pussy shit. Make that shit dramatic

5. Ron and Luna probably had a fling at one point. Autism for autism

6. No way this isn't fanon, but Luna Lovegood is autistic.

7. Ginny Weasley is the HOTTEST bitch in Hogwarts and she is AWARE.

8. In Goblet of Fire the entire little Ron and Harry arc happening there was that they had a summer fling and then broke up when Ron had his little pissboy arc and they were both babies about it and then went back to having their regularly scheduled bromance thank you goodnight

9. Harry is actually dating a new person each book, no matter how short-lived it is. Why? Comedy. It's FUNNY.

10. I think Harry and Ginny have a shotgun wedding at like, nineteen.

11. All I know is that in my brief dive into AO3 (re: I looked up this exact tag out of morbid curiosity of it was A Thing), Sirius/Snape were apparently one of the smallest ships with like only 2k fics which is wild to me, because that enemies to lovers??? Thought bitches would eat that shit up. I don't ship it, but it still was wild.

12. Sirius and Remus are in love. (post mortum: I have now dived just slightly in the fic of Harry Potter and realize this is widely accepted fanon.)

13. Hermione wears fun frilly dresses outside of school and actually really loves dressing up and being girly fuck this 'not like other girls' agenda going on with her. Put her in a pretty dress and let her frolic in a field with flowers.

14. Luna is a seer. She goes on to teach divination

15. I was gonna say something about in my little noggin Ginny raised her and Harry's kid as a single mom or whatever and it's a fic I'm gonna work on and also his name is Remus Weasley and he's a Slytherin but APPARENTLY that's just the entire plot of the Cursed Child as my HP special interest having bestie informed me. I just added in a Gryffindor pretty boy for my Slytherin Potter boy to make out with when JKR was too much of a coward to make him gay.

16. RON SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN HUFFLEPUFF.

17. Cedric Diggory lived a very long and happy life and had a lovely spouse - guy who got really attached to this dorky little dude, knowing full well how he died.

18. It takes Harry at LEAST two marriages to women to realize he's gay. The egg takes a very long time to crack.

19. Ron is straight. He's just. He's got such bi wife energy.

20. Ginny Weasley is a raging bisexual, and so are the twins, and so is Bill. And Charlie? I know in my soul that's a nonbinary.

21. Luna Lovegood? NOT a lesbian, sorry lesbians. I'm claiming her for the aromantics. That's right. She belongs to us.

22. Fleur Delacour was a lesbian. LESBIAN.

23. Harry and Dudley reconnect in their like, thirties/forties and actually become good friends I think.

24. Harry often does diy piercings in the bathrooms during fifth and sixth year, Luna helps.

25. Fred and Lee Jordan are boyfriends god bless.

26. Out of spite for JKR, here's a list of trans woman in Harry Potter according to ME: Ginny Weasley, McGonagall, Hermione, Luna, Lily Potter (her and James are t4t), Tonks (that bitch is nonbinary transfemme),

27. I will live, breathe, and die by my personal headcannon that Tonks and Remus are comphet and in a lavender marriage but they lovingly coparent their child together and regularly at parties Tonks goes "where's my husband? Oh, he's making out with his boyfriend okay cool." and moves on.

28. Draco Malfoy's patronus is that white ferret Moody Crouch turned him into in book four.

29. In my perfect world James Potter is alive and I love him most than anything, I'm holding him like a wet cat. i literally bought three stag plushes over the month I was reading this series just because I couldn't stop thinking about him.

30. I am ignoring the implications in the epilogue that Harry did not raise Teddy Lupin, because he did, actually. That was the last promise he made to his beloved Remus Lupin and if Deathly Hallows taught us anything it's that Harry Potter keeps a fucking promise <<3

31. Molly and Arthur heavily assisted Harry in his 'I'm gonna raise this god damn orphan to good y'all won't know what hit him. I'm gonna be such a good dad.'

32. I am literally IGNORING all these implications of the Cursed Child. Draco Malfoy is also a banger dad. i think he goes to counseling and sorts out his issues and tries very hard to not put such high expectations on his own kids. I think he tries very hard to undo the damage Lucius did to him, and the bad choices he made in trying to make his parents proud of him. I think he makes sure his kids know better than anything else, that all he wants for them is joy. He wants them to be good, happy people.

33. Just Lovers - Zerrazapriel says that Sirius' patronus is Moony and that's so fucking real and true of that fucking fic and I live by that now.

34. On a similar note, Molly and Arthur have matching patronus'

35. Fuck this 'hermione minister of magic' nonsense that girl is a leftist and would never join politics did jkr forget her own fucking canon of harry and hermione doing their absolute best to fuck the government over for the last half of the series? whatever the fuck. HERMIONE TEACHES CHARMS AT HOGWARTS.

36. I'm sorry I got so heated on that last one. I had thoughts. Anyways, Draco also goes on to become head of Slytherin and teaches DADA.

37. I was so anti-Draco for the entire first five books and then the last two books Happened and so now I'm just holding him so close to my chest. He needs therapy. And i think it takes him until their mid-twenties or so, but I think he does make amends with Harry and the crew and actively tries to come back from the actions of his youth, and obviously the Golden Trio and co are sympathetic because Harry himself in the books clearly could recognize Draco was acting on the instruction of his trusted adults, trusting they knew better than him.

38. this is not a headcanon but the wandlore of Draco having a unicorn hair in his wand and the unicorn hair wizards being the most difficult to turn evil and his wand ultimately being the one to defeat voldemort is sooooooo. He's such a product of grooming and I think about him. I want to study him.

39. YOU KNOW WHAT. what if I said harry trans woman who unpacks her gender after the war is over and has time to contemplate who she is as a person and her and Draco become a very cute and in love little couple in their early thirties??? what then???? (does this fic exist and if it does give me links)

40. I think the funniest mental image ever is if Harry just shows up to a party or whatever with everyone when they're like, 26 with Draco fucking Malfoy in his arm and is like "this is my boyfriend" with no further explanation or nothing and half of the group is like "no yeah this is an expected development" and the other half is like "THE BITCHBOY????" and yeah.

I will most definitely have more Harry Potter thoughts as time goes on but this is all I'll put into the world. Good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight.

[xxlea-nardoxx]

Tmnt Au incorrect quotes "Pride and Love Edition", featuring my two AU ships and my OC's.

Charlie and Max are my OCs and May is the AUs April. :>

Leo: How the hell did you crash the Shellraiser?!

Raphie: So I was just driving today, right? And my navigation told me to go straight.

Raphie: I was like „woah, that’s homophobic“. Instead, I went gay. And, THAT’S when I got into an accident.

Leo: …

Max, with a proud smile: And THAT’S who I’m in love with, ladies and gentlemen.

---

Lee: Yeah I’m LGBT.

Lee: cuLt leader.

Lee: God hates me personally.

Lee: douBle katana wielder.

Lee: *sniffles* Trying my best.

---

Raphie: It’s Pride Month, you know what that means!

Mike: I get to eat as many Skittles as I want?

Raphie: What? No! What has Lee been telling you?

Lee, walking in, pouring Skittles into his mouth: Taste the rainbow, bitch.

---

Charlie: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight?

May: *raises hand*

Lee: *puts his hand down*

---

Mike: What do you want for breakfast, Lee?

Lee: Gay Cheerios.

Mike: I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING FRUIT LOOPS THAT!!

---

Max: You look good in that hoodie.

Raphie: You know where else I’d look good?

Max, zero hesitation: My bed.

Raphie, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

---

Lee: I want a bf.

Don: Do you mean best friend, boyfriend or bread feast? Because you’re being really vague here.

---

Raph: What are you drinking?

Lee: Vodka.

Raph: Straight?

Lee: No, gay. Why?

---

Lee: And now for a gay update with Raphie and Max.

Raphie: Getting gayer.

Lee: Thank you, Raphie.

---

May: I have feelings for you.

Don: Why? What’s wrong with you? Are you sure you’re okay?

---

Don: So, what’s it like dating Max?

Raphie: He once referred to sand as „heterosexual glitter.“

Don: …

Raphie: I love him so much.

---

Lee: Look, do I consider myself attractive? Yes. But would I have sex with my clone? Also yes.

---

Mike: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Dons and May’s convo?

Lee: Me. I’m in the laundry basket.

Charlie: I’m in the washing machine.

Raphie: I’m in the closet.

Charlie: We accept you Raphie. <3

Raphie: No I’m literally in the closet.

Charlie: Love is love. <3

---

Lee: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am.

Leo: I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!

---

May: I’m so happy, I could kiss you!

Don: Um…Neat.

*later*

Don, lying face down on his bed: I said „Neat,“ Raphie. Who the fuck says neat these days? It’s not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I’m fucking stupid.

Raphie reading a book: Don’t beat yourself up too much, Don. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Max confessed his love to me?

Don: Didn’t you thank him?

Raphie: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked him.

---

Don: Your smile? It makes my day.

May: Your happiness? I live for that.

Raphie: A room? Get one.

Lee: Hotel? Trivago.

---

Raphie: Sometimes I get so caught up on being gay that I forget I’m actually bi.

---

May: Don is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?

Charlie: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Raphie: Tackle him!

Lee: Slap him.

Mike: Kick him in the shin!

Don: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!

---

Lee: I never tell people off the bat that I’m gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like „you know I’m gay right?“ and watch the look of terror on their face.

Leo:

Leo: I like you.

---

Raphie: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.

Lee: Did Max say ‚I love you‘ and you said ‚Thanks‘?

Raphie: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

---

Max: Did Raphie just tell me he loves me for the first time?

Lee: Yeah, he did.

Max: And did I just do finger guns back?

Lee: Yeah, you did.

---

Raphie: Two bros!

Max: Chillin‘ in a hot tub!

Raphie and Max, in unison: Zero feet apart ‚cause we’re GAY AS FUCK!

---

Mike: What do rainbows mean to you?

Lee: Gay rights.

Mikey: There’s money!

Raphie: They look awesome.

Donnie: It is an optical phenomenon that separates sunlight into ist continuous spectrum when the sun shines on raindrops.

---

Mike: You use emoji’s like a straight person.

Lee: That’s literally the worst thing anyone has ever said about me.

---

Raphie: The only straight I am is a straight-up badass.

[penig]

When I first read Dracula, lo these many years agone (40 or so; I wonder who lives in that house now, where in the winter the cold was cupped inside like something precious and I read curled up in bed at night or in a chair in the sunroom?), I came away astonished at how good it was, yet a bit disappointed by the climax. It seemed anticlimactic to me, raised with cinematic climaxes even in my books; so many pages, so much tension, dissipating on the turn of two sentences into dust and Quincy’s blood on the snow and the minions and wolves sensibly fleeing into darkness as the sunset falls on Mina’s stainless forehead, and Mina didn’t get to use her gun.

Today, I feel very differently about it.

Today I have been crammed full of long, drawn-out, cinematic climaxes. I revolt against them; I begin to think about the lines in the restroom and will the mid-credit scene be worth the sitting? (It won’t.)

Also, today I have participated in Boss Fights many times; and this is how they go.

I played D&D back then, but it was a very different flavor of D&D, all dungeon crawls and party composition shifting randomly depending on who showed up, no continuity to speak of, no goal but to fight the next monster, solve the next puzzle, loot the next treasure, pile up the experience points for that next hard-earned level. It was fun but it had no pay-off, no plot, very little strategy because next session would be entirely different, or even teamwork, because next week Charlie’s parents would be visiting and he wouldn’t be able to come and the DM would have a research paper due so you’d be in a different dungeon with the person currently playing the 12th level monk behind the screen, running a dungeon he’d generated to test a computer program he’d written for his Trash-80. Whether you were fighting a horde of orcs or a Huge Ancient Red Dragon or even the actual BBEG at the bottommost level of the dungeon, you and your ragtag group of adventuring buddies would have at most a patchwork history with the enemy or the rest of the party or the dungeon itself. The thief would listen at the door and check for traps, you’d go in, and you’d do the best you could. And that’s not a boss fight.

No, for a Boss Fight, you have known for some time that you’d be coming up against the BBEG whose evil machinations have been making you tear your hair out since Level 1, whom you loathe with every fiber of your being even if you haven’t ever laid eyes on them before - you, and your seasoned party of close comrades. You know what they can do and you know what each and every one of you can do and you have discussed to death every countermeasure, every contingency. You have poured out your treasure like water to have the right equipment, the right buffs, the right protections in place. You have bribed and intimidated and persuaded and scryed and spied and burned the midnight oil to have every scrap of intelligence it is possible to glean. You have deployed your forces to maximize their effectiveness. Your game mechanic and your rules lawyer have found the exploitable loopholes and closed the loopholes the DM was hoping to exploit. You’re all of one mind. You’re ready.

You go in. You roll initiatives. You move, in deadly unity of purpose, you each do your job, you strike, and some of you miss and some of you hit and the BBEG’s minions try to distract you but you will not be distracted and They Are Gone, The Evil is Defeated and most of the time? If you did it right? If the dice aren’t cursed and the game mechanic and the rules lawyer are any shakes at all? The party is unscathed, the BBEG never got off a single attack. Anybody who did take damage probably got it from a trap or a minion, and it was probably a sacrifice move on the PC’s part to enable a bigger gun to get their hit in or to make sure that the PC’s own attack lands with full force on the actual target, denying them any chance of escape, recovery, or retaliation.

And Team Get Dracula did it letter-perfect.

The only reason Quincey died was because the mechanics of the system in use didn’t allow for massive HP accumulation or magical healing. Jonathan straight-up critted his Intimidation rolls so he didn’t have to deal with minions at all; one minion critted on Quincey and got through his parrying rolls and Quincey either didn’t have a mulligan left or decided to use it in a way that ensured he’d reach the coffin, when according to the mechanics evading the crit would have cost him either a precious round of movement or the to-hit bonus he was counting on to make the heart-strike.

 And Mina didn’t get to use her gun but that’s okay, because she knows, and they all know, but no one will say out loud, that if the plan didn’t work, if it came down to her using the gun, it would have been part of failing, or at best of Pyrrhic victory. In the circumstances of this combat, Mina was the weakest link. If the sun had gone down on Dracula, odds are good that his first act would have been to exert (or try to exert) control of her. She was inside the protection of the holy circle which might or might not have worked to protect her. She was bait, and distraction, and part of a Hail Mary play, and she knew all about that. She was the game mechanic and Van Helsing was the rules lawyer. Probably she had a Charisma-based feature that allowed her presence to provide bonuses to die rolls. She had done her bit in the planning and organizing and information-gathering stages. I have been in the Mina position and let me tell you, the satisfaction isn’t any the less for not having had to roll a single attack.

This time around, I am satisfied.

[yourenothingbutnottome]

what the actual heck

Soooo I was just going through old fanfics I wrote for myself, looking for anything good, and I found this monstrosity of a beginning of a Twilight fanfiction LMAO I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS GOING ON BC IN MY DESCRIPTION / NOTES TO MYSELF I SAID IT WAS A PAUL FIC???? BUT SHE OUT HERE THRUSTING HER B00BS @ DOC CULLEN?? Anyways, if you want to be embarrassed with me and read whatever this is, here you go

Summary: 1st person POV, Bella's sister meets Carlisle for the first time and absolutely makes a fool of herself

T/W: Second hand embarrassment so hard that you will want to burn your phone

I didn’t think there was such a person in the world who could be any clumsier than me. But, enter my sister, Bella Swan, back home to Forks, Washington, and within a week, she’s already managed to get herself almost killed in a car accident. Not entirely her fault, I suppose, but still. The girl can really make an impression.

I hadn’t seen her in literal years before her moving here. Face to face, that is. We of course kept in touch through Facetime. Technology is a wonderful thing. Despite being my twin, she is the exact opposite of me in just about every way. Where she is introverted and quiet, I am obnoxiously peppy and I admittedly demand attention. Which is probably why I ended up staying with dad after the divorce. I’m more my mom, and two aggressively dominant personalities together? Bella would have suffered. So, old Charlie was blessed with raising the loud, rambunctious one. Though, honestly, Bella has turned out to be more work than she puts off. Girl is in the hospital already, refusing to call mom. 

“Come on Bells,” our dad pleads with her.

“You shouldn’t have told her.”

“Bella,” I groan. “Spare us the dramatics. Call her before she books the next flight out.”

“Yea, you’re right,” she mumbles, looking down at her phone. I assume she’s starting a text to our mother, while our father threatens to take Tyler’s license away. Tyler. He’s always been in my friend group. Good guy. He really is good people, and I know damn well that it wasn’t his intention to hurt Bella. Although, the guy has been driving in Forks for long enough to know how to drive in the rain and the snow, so who knows what really happened behind that wheel. 

Just as I had pulled my own phone out to start scrolling through Instagram, the double doors open. I unscrew the cap to my water bottle and take a drink. Because hydration.

“I heard the Chief’s daughter was in.” I glance up to meet the eyes of the one Dr. Carlisle Cullen. And in typical clumsy Swan girl fashion, I choke on my water at the sight of him. As I cough, it spills onto my shirt.

“Jesus, Y/N,” Bella laughs. “Wrong hole?” I blush. Wrong hole indeed. 

“Yea, something like that.” I look back to Dr. Cullen, completely embarrassed. I clearly knew his kids were attractive, but the man that stood before me? I would probably die for him. I’ve seen my fair share of attractive men - yes men, we don’t stan inexperienced boys ‘round here - but no one has ever called for more than a glance of my attention. The way he was looking at me through his lashes - oh, those gorgeous eyes. Gold? Strange, but it fits him in a way that no other would be able to flaunt. His hair was just begging for me to run my fingers through it. And, maybe a bit weird, but he’s got a really wonderfully shaped nose. The nose can make or break the face, and I was a puddle before Dr. Cullen. As if everything that is good in this world has been embodied in this one man, and to save him would be to save mankind entirely. Yup. I would definitely die for him.

Dr. Cullen stands stiffly, obviously making an attempt at avoiding my eyes. Am I paying too much attention to him? Most definitely. Am I going to stop? Definitely not. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. Want to, that is. I’d been living in Forks my whole life and this is the first time I’ve encountered this Adonis of men, there’s no way that I’m going to let this moment go without even attempting to remember every inch of his face. Who knows when, or if, I’d ever seen him again.

“Uh, yea. Bella,” my sister says, distracting me from my admiration. I do take this moment to blush, again, and look down. What kind of crazy, obsessed, stalker, psycho weirdo, whatever other creepy name you can think of, am I? I hate people that do exactly what I’m doing right now. I feel like such a child. So immature. What do they call that? Oh. A schoolgirl crush, that’s right. How validating.

Bella elbows me and I realize that everyone was staring at me expectantly. “Oh!” I seriously want to disappear. How much more childish and oblivious can a person get? “Bella.” I point. And then deadpan. Bella is Bella’s name. Not my name. “Handsome.” I cringe. Why am I so flustered right now? What is talking? “Not me handsome. You handsome. No, I mean” I cover my face with my hand as if it would hide me from the shame of this moment. “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

My dad looks absolutely confused, whereas Bella is having no trouble laughing at me. Dr. Cullen only nods, the muscles in his jaw twitching ever slightly. He’s annoyed. He thinks I’m dumb. He can’t wait to leave. Oh my god, talk about the embarrassing underage crush on a grown man. Gross. I hate myself right now. Have I mentioned that I want to disappear yet?

Ignoring me completely, he focuses solely on Bella. “Well, Bella, looks like you took quite a spill. How do you feel?” I’d never been jealous of Bella before in my life, but, what I would give to be the girl who almost got hit by the car, sitting on that hospital bed with Dr. Cullen shining his flashlight into my face.

“Good,” she replies, still giggling under her breath. Traitor.

He continues, still ignoring us. I notice he still remains frigid, stiff, tense. It actually seems like he wasn’t breathing. Like he had stopped inhaling the moment he entered the room. “You might experience some post-traumatic stress, or disorientation. But your vitals are good. No signs of any head trauma. I think you’ll be just fine.” He flashes a million dollar smile at her, though it was only a slight lifting of the corners of his mouth. He is beyond dazzling. Still. I’m ready to die for him. Smile at me. Look at me. Breathe. Something. Please. As if sensing my longing, he briefly settles his eyes on me, only to rip them away just as fast, muscles tensing even more, if that was even possible.

Bella being Bella uses this opportunity to talk about his son, attempting to get some kind of reaction out of him, she says, “You know, it would have been a lot worse if Edward wasn’t there. He knocked me out of the way.” I look at Bella like she’s got a screw loose. I know damn well that Edward was across the lot with the rest of his family this morning, nowhere near her. She gives me an exasperated look as if to say ‘I know’. “It was amazing. I mean, he got to me so fast. He was nowhere near me.”

Clever girl. She’s baiting him. He gives nothing away, ever composed. “Sounds like you were very lucky. Charlie.” he nods his head to him as a goodbye. “Bella,” he does the same nod for her. Waiting to hear my name roll from his tongue, he simply turns and leaves the room without a word, not even a glance in my direction. I feel everything inside of me sink and shrivel into nothing at his cool brush of rejection. I don’t know what I expected. I don’t know what I was waiting for. But it wasn’t that. 

My dad rolls his eyes at me, helping Bella out of bed. 

“I’ve got to go sign some paperwork,” he clears his throat awkwardly. “Make sure you call your mom.” He walks off, leaving me alone with Bella.

I quickly look away, just as she lets out the laugh I know she had been holding in the entire time. “Handsome,” she mimics me, raising her voice an octave, “Not me. You handsome. Dr. Cullen you’re so pretty. Dr. Cullen you’re so handsome. Oh, Dr. Cullen, you can check me out. Look at me. Notice me.”

“Oh shove off,” I laugh, lightly pushing her shoulder, walking away from her.

“Oh come on, no way! You always make fun of me. And finally Miss. Perfect Composure falters? You get all giddy and can’t talk? No way I’m letting you live this down.”

“Oh my god, Bella,” I bury my face in both my hands, groaning. I peek out again, brushing my hair back, then glance at her, my face in a grimace. “Was I that obvious?”

“Y/N. Seriously. That obvious? You made the poor man practically run from the room.”

We look at each other for a second and then both proceed to laugh together. We round the corner, still laughing, when we overhear the Cullens bickering amongst each other.

“What was I supposed to do? Let her die?” Edward asks his family. Bella and I look at each other, simultaneously quieting our laughter and tiptoeing back behind the corner, as if we’re one being. I love our twin power. Reading minds without reading minds. Oh, I forgot. Just in case anyone is reading my mind right now, I scream as loud as I can in my head. At that exact moment, I swear Edward visibly flinches and looks right at me. My eyes widen and I quickly move to stare at Bella. We’re caught. 

“Maybe we should continue this in my office.” I don’t need to look to know that was the angelic voice of one Dr. Carlisle Cullen. He thought he could run from me. Little does he know of the persistence that is Y/N.  If he wants to play a game, boy can I play. You’ve got no idea what you’re in for Dr. Cullen. Before walking to them, I look to Bella, look down at her chest really quick, and then back to her eyes - our code for “Do I look like I could stop traffic? I.E. Are my boobs okay?”. She winks at me, meaning, yes. I pull my shoulders back, flip my hair back, and push them out just the tiniest bit, paying extra attention to my walk. I wink back at Bella, a “I’ll see you at home.” 

I swear, as I start towards the Cullen family, Edward is trying his best to hold in a laugh. “Dr. Cullen!” I greet. “Before my sister and I leave, I was hoping I could ask you a few questions. I’m actually hoping to be a surgeon one day, and, well, the guidance of reputable mentors in the medicinal field in Forks seems to be a bit lacking.”

“Oh, you’re interested in medicine?” He asks, forcefully.  Don’t worry, Dr. Cullen. I’ll break you.

“Passionately.” Lie. I don’t even know what those headphone things he wears around his neck are called. But if he’s medicine, then I’m interested. Really, I’m into literature, who isn’t nowadays?

[bookwyrminspiration]

I Need Bookrecs but I can’t Just look any up cause all I get is booktok stuff :/

please help

Well I can recommend some things I/people I know personally enjoy! I don't know what you like, so I can't tailor them specifically to you, but hopefully it's still a helpful start :)

(and if anyone would like to reblog with their own additions, that's welcome to!)

A Chorus of Dragons by Jenn Lyons: A series I've talked about a lot recently. High Fantasy with incredibly complex and thorough worldbuilding, following Kihrin, a thief raised in a brothel as he discovers an unwanted royal heritage and the knowledge that he is destined to destroy the world. With an entire cast of engaging, unique characters (several queer in various ways) that drive the story, follow along as past lives are uncovered and these people who want nothing more than to live in peace are forced to fight for that right and figure out how to save humanity from the jealous hubris of people who have lost sight of what horrors can be justified for the greater good.

The Memoirs of Lady Trent by Marie Brennan: A series written like memoirs by Isabella Trent, the most famous and accomplished dragon naturalist ever who redefined the world and how dragons are understood with her accomplishments. But before she can be recognized, she had to establish herself in the field as a young woman in a time when women can't even vote--but she refuses to give up and travels the world for her passion, recounting the places she's been, people she's met, cultures she's glimpsed, and dragons she's studied. Very engaging and grounded, realistic in its depictions, isn't afraid to tackle topics like how harmful the "not like other women" idea is and how gender roles are detrimental to everyone.

I Keep My Exoskeletons to Myself by Marisa Crane: I haven't read it, but my partner loves it. In this world, you gain a second shadow when you commit a crime, and Kris has one. And when her wife dies in childbirth, their new baby gains a shadow, too. Told as though Kris is talking to her dead wife, it examines grief, resistance, surveillance and prejudice, and is undoubtedly much better than I'm making it out to be with my vaguely informed knowledge.

The Bone Houses by Emily Lloyd Jones: A standalone about a girl trying to provide for her siblings as a gravedigger, one of the only ones left in her small village who's still cautious of the supposed undead magic on its outskirts. But when a map-maker with an unclear past shows up offering money in exchange for guidance to the fabled locations, she can't turn it down. Explores death and grief and learning to live on without the people you care about, very sweet and introspective.

Ordinary Monsters by J.M. Miro: The beginning of a new series, following two boys, Marlowe and Charlie, as they're discovered and taken to a mysterious institution for their magical gifts that allow them to access--in their unique ways--the space between life and death. But there are secrets at this institution and misguided ideas of how best to save everyone from the shadowed figure hunting down little Marlowe, driving their new small band of friends to action to try and keep everyone safe. This book is slow and deliberate, but charming; the kids all act their age and there's no romance, but plenty of finding and choosing your family.

The Expanse by James S.A. Corey: Phenomenal sci-fi set hundreds of years in the future; people are colonizing Mars and a marginalized, oppressed class of people live in the Belt. Tensions run high between all of them, but James Holden is just getting by as an ice hauler before his ship is blown up and he and a few others find themselves at the center of a conspiracy. An important woman's gone missing and when she's found, the very foundations of their world are shaken as a physically impossible biohazard rewrites history and science, taking the story to places beyond where the characters ever saw themselves going. I haven't read it myself, but my dad has and I've seen the show (which is incredible) and I really want to read it myself. Cast of distinct characters and the show is one of the most scientifically realistic out there

Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto: A short, bittersweet standalone about grief. Following Mikage as she processes the death of her grandmother, she becomes close with one of her grandmother's friends from a flower shop and his mother, finding herself again and learning to live with it. Notable for its casual depiction of a trans character (that mother) in this book from the 1980s. It's a lovely read, introspective and thoughtful.

The Black Witch Chronicles by Laurie Forest: I'm not caught up with this one, but it starts following Elloren Gardner, granddaughter of the last prophesied Black Witch--but she doesn't have a single spark of magic in her blood. So she's starting at a new University to become an apothecary, but there finds her beliefs about the world--and her people's superiority--challenged as she's forced to room with two winged icarals, who she doesn't think even deserve to be here. The world turns out to be much more complicated than she thought and she needs to figure out where she actually stands. A high fantasy with a more in-depth world building, but I've only read the first 2 books so far. And in the first Elloren has a lot to unlearn, so prepare to cringe at her actions and thoughts for a hot minute--but the magic and politics of the world I remember being quite interesting.

Babel by R.F. Kuang: I've spoken about this frequently; a standalone about colonialism and language. About the literal power of words and necessity of violence. Follow young Robin Swift, taken from China as a child and given a new name so England can send him to Oxford, where his language can be used to power magical silver bars and strengthen the empire. But this exploitation of him and the people he's come to think of as family rests heavy on him, and a series of experiences drive his thoughts towards revolution and pain. Warning, this is a heavier book, especially for those who have personal experience with language/culture loss and disconnect, with the effects colonialism.

The Martian by Andy Weir: A standalone about an astronaut who gets stuck as the only person on mars when his crew has to flee the planet when a storm hits. Trying his best to survive alone until someone can hopefully come get him, the story is told through his Log entries--and he is quite the little shit of a narrator. Surviving on humor and fuck it we ball mentality, he's either going to survive and be famous for it, or die on mars and also be famous for that. An incredibly fun read that touches on the bonds of humanity and what we'll do to help others, and how hard people will fight to survive and keep their hope alive. This was also turned into a movie, and not a bad one!

[charliethomascoxuniverse]

Interview with Charlie Cox and Wes Bentley

by Nobuhiro Hosoki - 01 February 2012 (X)

Story : London-based investigative journalist Robert Torres (Dougray Scott) visits Spain to research a book about Josemaría Escrivá (Cox), the controversial founder of Opus Dei. But Robert hits a wall, both professionally and personally, when his most promising source—his own father, Manolo Torres (Bentley), turns out to be his least cooperative one.

(Q): We were asking them before a little bit about your background and experience to the characters and what kind of research you did. (Q): I heard that your father is the minister, right? So you had the background that you had some of that relationship with your parents. Wes Bentley: Both my parents are Methodist preachers. In fact, in my extended family are quite a few preachers. My mother is remarried to a former Catholic priest, my brother's a preacher, my grandfather's an Evangelist; so I'm surrounded. Charlie Cox: They've got you cornered. Wes Bentley: Yeah, I'm cornered. (Q): Here you are a heathen. Wes Bentley: Obviously I've not just had them to fall back on and to ask questions, but I knew a lot just from my youth and growing up in church. My mom actually when they offered it to me she read the script as well. My parents are great because they're not only preachers they're both historians of everything they study, including the church, so they know a lot about it and have a lot to say. Charlie Cox: I was raised Catholic. (Q): So then you really have roots in this. What did this show you or enlighten you or not? Charlie Cox: Yeah, I was raised Catholic and I spent the best part of my school years trying to find ways and means of getting out of going to services, as all of us did. I've had kind of a funny journey since then. I've always been curious. I have a lot friends who kind of finished school and then never went to church ever again, and that wasn't quite my experience. I always kind of went back. I've also been very interested and read a lot about other religions as well and found that fascinating.

And my journey, of which the making of this movie has been a massive part of, has been revealing in many ways. It's a hard thing to talk about because it is so personal, and also because it's one of those things that you're so aware of how much it changes and has changed in the course of a week, let alone a year or a month. So it's something that I don't feel incredibly comfortable talking about because I know that that then goes into print and suddenly that's your opinion and view, and a week down the line I have a very different opinion and view. (Q): How'd you both get cast in the film? What was it about your character that made you say yes? Charlie Cox: I needed a job. I'll be honest with you. I really needed a job at the time. (Q): You weren't on the street begging. Charlie Cox: I wasn't on the street begging, no. I said yes primarily because of Roland. I had met with him, "The Mission" was one of my favorite films, and I loved "The Killing Fields" as well. I met with him, the audition process was to this day the greatest audition experience I've had. I remember ringing up my agent and saying "Okay, the script is currently a bit iffy and a bit all over the place, and I'm not sure what it wants to be, but I'll go wherever he is if he wants me to." (Q): And yourself? Wes Bentley: Basically the same thing verbatim. Same thing; I needed a job and I needed a good job. Or I needed a job and I wanted it to be a good job, please god. And then I get this script and to meet with Roland and I thought that can't be right, but I went and it was Roland.

And "The Mission" was huge for me as a kid too. It took a while because they were getting their money together, so I thought it may have disappeared, and then I was just so thankful when I got the phone call. And it was at a time when nobody was really working, so to have not only a film that you're in and getting to work, but a film with a good budget like this, it felt like a miracle. Charlie Cox: It really did actually, it really did. I'd forgotten that, but that's exactly right, it was at that time when no one was working. That was the only kind of redeeming factor of that period of that year was that no one was working. (Q): Did either of you feel a little bit cautious or intimidated by the fact that there was a faith component to this film, that the Catholic church is a big part of the theme, that perhaps that was something that would be a turn off to somebody?

Wes Bentley: Yeah, naturally. The thing about it is you can't please everybody, that's the nature of anything, including film. The fact that Josemaria was so controversial, and I don't know much about that. I only know now what I learned from the film about the beginnings of Opus Dei and a bit about stuff after that. Since it didn't affect my life personally I don't know it in detail.

But the film's not really like that. Like I said, the film is really just about the beginnings of Opus Dei. I think some people were actually frustrated by that; they wanted to see more about the controversy, when in fact the focus isn't even there. It's more about Josemaria's passion and calling as far as this aspect of the film goes, and how he maintained that passion and calling through a way, a very violent war. (Q): The whole work ethic, what Opus Dei stands for; is that something that you got something from? Did you take something from the movie that you're able to apply to your own life or that maybe reminded you of something that you've already done in your life? Or did it reinforce something or not? Charlie Cox: Yeah, I think that's true of most jobs. You learn something, whether it be a skill or something. But yeah, learning about Josemaria and the reading I did around his life and the little things he would do. Not the major events in his life that he's known for, but the little ticks that are most interesting for an actor who's preparing to play the role have taught me a huge amount, a great deal, and some of them have stayed with me today. (Q): Can you give me an example? Wes Bentley : One of the things is this idea, he had a word for it, but it was this idea, and it sounds quite abstract, and it was explained to me in a way by an Opus Dei priest, who was on the set with us who's to this day the most open minded man I've ever met in my entire life, which is ironic, considering he's an Opus Dei priest. We would sit down and tell him dirty jokes and try and shock him and he would howl with laughter. (Q): He probably could drink you under the table. Charlie Cox: I don't know if he could do that. We traveled through Spain together on this retreat when I was preparing for the role, and we had a few nights where we'd stay up late talking. Josemaria used to do this thing where he would offer up, it wasn't penance, but he would offer up discomfort or forms of discomfort and offer it up to god. But when it was explained to me he would do it not just for god, but he would do it to condition and to help himself wean himself off the grips of desire. And it's a practice, so for example every Thursday night he wouldn't sleep in his bed. In fact, every Thursday night he wouldn't sleep.

He would stay up all night on a Thursday night. And again, I know I'm not going to be able to explain it in the way it was explained to me, and it can sound a bit wacky, but little things, tiny things. If you're making a meal for you and your friend or you and your girlfriend and you can't help but notice one of them has more than the other plate, it's just worked out that way, and you know for damn sure which one you're getting.

Just a little thing like that. And what I'll do now is I'll notice that in the moment and I'll flip it, and I won't say anything. It's a tiny thing, but if you practice that all through your day it becomes other things like when you go to the loo in a club and the loo is gross, and so you think well why should I do anything about it because it was gross when I came in. And you think you know what, I'll do my bit. It's little things like that that you don't necessarily talk about except in press apparently. (Q): So you've been cleaning up the loos. Charlie Cox: Charlie Cox enjoys cleaning loos in New York clubs. (Q): Could you talk about how you guys tapped into the accent and how you played an old man? Wes Bentley: The accent was very tricky and much discussed because we had so many different actors from all over the world; Argentinean, Spanish, English, American. I can't count Olga because she was doing a Hungarian accent, but Rodrigo, Brazilian. We were all trying to match up a Spanish accent that was somewhat similar and it was very tricky. We had one dialect coach between all of us for her to run around and try to keep us all together. We debated whether there would be an accent or not and finally decided there would be one, but it was a lot of work. Charlie Cox: We're also not doing an accent that exists, which is tricky. If an English person speaks Spanish they stumble over words, but we're speaking English in a Spanish accent as if we're speaking in our native tongue. And it's been done before; famously they did it recently in "Valkyrie," and they did it in "Schindler's List."

But interesting enough they didn't do it in "The Mission." I was against it actually early on. The problem was with the Argentinean and Spanish actors, because they can't do an English or an American accent, and if you've got them sounding Spanish. In many ways why "Valkyrie" didn't work for me was because the accents were all over the place.

Wes Bentley: And the makeup was very difficult, a lot of work, a lot of physical work, a lot of emotional work. And I stayed in it all day and I don't do that as an actor, I don't stay in character in all day, but for this old man I had to. It was the most difficult thing I've ever done.

(Q): Did you two figure out a way of working together? In other words, some people keep themselves separate, some people work together, some people discuss their character, some people don't in terms of developing your parts that are complementing each other and interacting with each other at different points.

Wes Bentley: Did we rehearse with each other? (Q): Yeah I mean how did you talk to each other about your characters? Did you discuss it, did you keep it separate? Charlie Cox: We just became friends really. I know what you mean. I don't really buy into that thing as an actor where there's certain information you shouldn’t have because the character wouldn't have it. That's not acting to me really. I respect people who do that, it's fine, but often you'll find it's people who haven't done much theater work.

I've worked with actors who don't like to rehearse, they want to turn up and they want to just say it, and often you'll get a really good performance. But the trick with acting is to be able to do that and then do it again and then do it again, and do it twice a day on a Wednesday and twice a day on a Saturday, and it 250 times over the course of four months and keep it fresh each time. That's the real trick. (Q): What's next for both of you? Wes Bentley: We worked intensely together with Roland in fact. And Roland was great because we had a lot of childhood history that we had to build and it's difficult in a week and a half, but Roland was great because he had a lot in stock and he would kind of feed it to us in these sessions where we'd turn the lights off and turn on music and just start talking about history between us, and that worked.

And then we worked on scenes intensely. And I agree with Charlie, everything he said about acting. I think you have to kind of be open and talk about the whole thing. It's not just you and your character, it's the whole project. The movie's called "Gone" and it's with Amanda Seyfried. And then I'm doing something else I don't know if I can say yet. (Q): Who directed "Gone"?

Wes Bentley: A Brazilian director named Heitor Dhalia. Charlie Cox: I'm currently doing "Boardwalk Empire." It's great fun and it's interesting because I've only ever done theater and film before, so you get a script, you know what scenes you're in, you know what's required of you, I can tear up the script and make an arc and choose which moments I'm going to lose it. You can construct a performance. But on this show I got given two audition scenes and I had a brief conversation with one of the writers and he was like "This is what we're thinking."

And then as the show's gone on just every two weeks I'll get sides for the next episode and I'll be like "Oh okay, so this is what my character's like." I'm having to piece it together as we film it and it's actually in some ways very freeing, but in other ways it's like "Ooh, well if I'd have known that when I filmed episode two I wonder if I'd have done the same."

~End.

[blitzendoggo]

Headcanons and Canon Update

This is info update from Godforce ep6-7 and Breakpoints 3: A Standard Quest

B.B.

Headcanon:

-has braids in his beard

Charlie

Canon:

-has an axe guitar

Specks

Canon:

-is the Leader of the Rangers

Reylias

Canon:

-is a Warlock patron??

-has a team of Godcursed

Headcanon:

-When he first transformed he thought he was going to die because of how bad it hurt.

-Since being transformed he has had chronic pain constantly. 

Sky Skimmer 

Canon:

-has a heartbeat?

-is a Lady

Headcanon:

-Mercury’s mother’s soul resides in the ship and is why she’s alive.

Markos (Legs)

Canon:

-is Mercury’s father

-Bad person/father

-Smuggler/Pirate

Headcanon:

-Is a wife-beater and child abuser

-Alcoholic

Mercury

Canon:

-is the God of Travel

-His mom’s dying wish was for him to get Sky Skimmer & get the hell away from Markos

-is scared of Aragdus

Headcanon:

-used to want to be a pirate like his dad until he realized what his dad was actually like

-Calls his dad Markos but his mom mother/mom/ma/etc. 

-Very Superstitious

-Extreme Daddy Issues

Goodbid

Canon:

-has the law version of a spidey-sense

-is rich

-lives in Riftreach

-is 5’10

-has very bad impulse control

Doc 

Canon:

-made Djared

Headcanon:

-is a short King

Djared

Canon:

-Is an acronym

-DJARED: Doc Johansen’s Alternate Reality Entanglement Device

-is ⅓ of a time machine

Prohis

Canon:

-his eyes are ever-shifting with the chaos colors

Callisto

Canon:

-his eyes are grey

Glib

Canon:

-is homeless

Headcanon:

-Is very sympathetic to werewolves/other transforming creatures

-Does not understand why S.G. Shapeshifts so often

S.G.

Canon:

-moves around a lot (so no home)

-has healer’s feat (took one first-aid class)

-has hold monster

Skeezvol Shrakks XIX

Canon:

-Wasn’t supposed to be king (was his brother) was told that he can’t die, and then fought his brother. He scooped out his eyes to intimidate him.

Ezekiel

Canon:

-Head of religion in Aragdus

-Made the gold golems

-Very tired

-Old

-Magic users

-Sarcastic

-pauses a lot while speaking

-will match people’s energy

-is not a gambling man

Dayv

Canon:

-is a bard-barian

-is a human woman

-is here for a good time

-Smart Valley-girl

-5’5”

-has no armor

-is wearing a nice dress

-has a glave and a whistle stick

-has heat metal

-when entering a rage she takes out earrings and pulls her hair up into a scrunchy 

-Davy’s mom: “You’re being a lot right now”

Volath Clanslaughter 

Canon:

-is a goliath (8’6”)

-a heavy European accent

-“pacifist”

-a cleric

-just wants to keep people alive

-has killed a couple hundred something

-is really smart

-has a lot of gold

-can change his eye's color

-has contagion as a spell

-Reading Volath’s rules for alive is like looking into the eyes of Cthulu 

-got melted

Headcanon:

-Is really sensitive to sound now

Laurel 

Canon:

-Teifling

-Has a cursed (sentient) book

-Wizard? Warlock? Spellcaster. 

-wears glasses

-nerd with bad social skills

-wears a cloak

-has wings

-stutters

-is immune to spell spells

-can summon demons

-“The Book is Fine”

-is Kraken’s favorite child

-is constantly being pulled by the book

-book is slimy and wet

-high intelligence and low wisdom

-bound to a Kraken god unwillingly

-book tries to protect him but acts independently

Tris Beark

Canon:

-BugBear

-druid

-raspy voice

-on a self-fulfillment mission

-wants to do good

-family is very bad

-trained from birth to kill many things

-sprays poison when he gets anxious

-was raised to be a villain

-7’0”

-can speak to animals

-can cast “blight” which drains the life/water out of people

-can heal

Sons of Discorso:

-Members wear metal masks that restrict jaw movement 

-vow of silence 

-speak through their instruments

- people have mixed feelings about them. 

Members:

-Legato is a bard and speaks through a flute

-Mordendo the First Chorus (God) wears a mask but has a giant mouth in his stomach; is very confident and calm; has a normal voice despite the stomach mouth (which is talking); has a scream attack

-Andante is a swashbuckling pirate

Aragdus:

-is very wealthy

-difficult to get to

-is the Chaos area

-accessible through (Ruins of) Inanus

-King and Queen are hella wealthy

-King Romulus (himbo) and Queen Ramira (brain cell) Ragdon

-King and Queen title is passed from generation to generation.

-Royals are figureheads

-Looks like the Emerald City

-Everyone (except Ezekiel) is a golden golem construct and thinks they are the only one

-If they are touched by the black goo (thick like honey but nearly as sticky) then they go berzerk

-Their “Religion” is secrecy (worship the Absence)

-The Absence is lonely

-Higher levels are unaware of what happens in the lower levels

-When you tell a secret the lights go out, there are footsteps, and whatever it was gets taken. 

-When they go berserk, they still have consciousness. 

Voctan quote: “A being who denies wisdom, denies all peace”

Extra:

-It’s spelled Dramatticus

-Standard Quest takes place 297 years 6 months and 3 days before the main campaign

-Pied Piper is canon

-Hellen (Prince of Hell) is real?

[jaywritesrps]

As much as I love Sophia I have to say that this isn't the first time that she's performative or acts like a hypocrite with her activism. She often chooses what to advocate for based on what's convenient for her.

I had to take a moment before answering this because it's a subject I have really strong opinions, cause I am very left wing and Sophia is pretty much a centrist/progressist, that sells herself as moderate left wing, as most of US celebrities, who thinks democratic party is left wing when in fact it's center with inclinations towards right.

With that being said, it's a critic I don't necessarily agree with but I can understand the place where it comes from and it's a very pertinent criticism, cause she is very vocal when it's about a minority she isn't part of or something related to US women, that might affect her directly/indirectly, but when it's something bad related to what Biden's administration/Democratic Party or that might put her businesses in danger, she conveniently forgets it exists or just do a very plain approach of the subject so she doesn't hurt her brand.

Don't get me wrong, I admire the work she does, it would be amazing that more celebrities were engaged in real activism like she is, she really go that extra mile that lacks many people when it comes to activism online on daily basis and she is of a few celebrities that knows how to use her platform, I said so many times that we can see that she actually cares for the stuff she defends, however, she is also a business woman, she works in the entertainment business and she is very close to the Democratic Party's currently directory (Main leaders of the party,), so yeah, she is going to use whatever she can to sell the image of progressist person, cause it's also good to her brand and it's how politics and Hollywood works.

However for someone that is part of a minority, that doesn't have a platform or any form of power, it's annoying to see a white cis person speaking about racism and transphobia, as if being a woman and a member of LGBT community it's enough to give her free pass to advocate about a pain, that she doesn't know what it is like, cause she is a white cis woman that presents herself as her gender she was asigned on her birth and she will never know what is like to be treated as potential threat just because of the color of your skin or having to deal with people conveniently wronging your pronoums just to invalidate your identity. This is pretty much as if a cis guy was picket to represent a group of women in a women's right event. People criticized her for her Tulsa Riot's theming wedding, and they were totally right, I know she had the best intentions, but whenever I see pictures of it, I can't help but to think this is something Ms. Morello from "Everybody Hates Chris" would do, cause this can be read as a white person trying to hijack a serious event from a black community to promote herself.

And it's amazing how she is able to create a moral vaccum that makes her capable of passionately defend stuff in her podcasts, such as the WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes, and not even care enough to go into 1 single picket line during the nearly 200 days of those strikes and even joked about having a lot of free time to read books and enjoying a vacation. Like, my dude, Charlie Hunnam, he is an immigrant, he is a white dude that doesn't get involved in politics, cause he fears that he can be deported, he has no social media, he was still recovering from a back injury from Rebel Moon's set, he had every single excuse to avoid this issue that people were going to understand, but once he came back from England in the first weeks of the strike, he was in every single fucking picket line until the end of both strikes. She keeps asking for a ceasefire, she signed the artists for ceasefire letter, and posted a thing or two on social media about it, but she is in every single dem funding raise and WH's partie's like the one last night, while Biden's administration is actively beating the crap out of students in pacific protests requesting Biden and Kamala stop funding Palestine's genocide (To me, everyone who was there last night is a fucking hypocritical, including people I admire such as Sophia, Chris Pine and Lynda Carter).

And again, I get that she doesn't want to risk her relationships, her own livinghood and the brand she created cause she helps a lot of people with her business, but you also can't be defensive when the argument of being a performative activist is used against you.

[birdwholanded]

First person singular is written by Haruki Murakami in 2020. I chose this story to read because his writing is odd and philosophical and makes me think about different world perspectives and viewpoints and ideas. He writes for a particular audience that likes to read his absurdities and surrealness and philosophical writing. On the cover of the book there is a Japanese monkey peeking over a tree.. The monkey is called a Japanese macaque. It is known as a snow monkey. I think the cover of the book and the title page of the book has snow monkeys on them to represent that people could turn into monkeys. Monkeys have a human-like quality. Monkeys are intelligent,cunning,conniving and devious.  

     The text is divided into the sections Cream, On a Stone Pillow, Charlie Parker plays Bossa Nova, With The Beatles, Confessions of a Shinagawa Monkey, Carnaval, The Yakut Swallows Poetry Collection, and First Person Singular. The stories don’t seem to relate to each other. The book is about different short stories that are written together. The first story called Cream is odd because it talks about finding the cream in life. Crème de la crème persay. The places mentioned are Kobe and Tokyo. The text talks about train and subway stations around Japan. It talks about getting off at different train stops in Japan. In the story confessions of a Shinagawa monkey, the monkey has human characteristics and stays at an inn and works there. Murakami’s writing is philosophical because it is supposed to be. His writing is supposed to make you think about things in a different way and from a different perspective. That’s what makes his writing style interesting. I don’t notice a lot of allegories in his writing, but there may be some however. An allegory is a story, poem or picture that can be interpreted to reveal a hidden meaning, typically a moral or political one.The stories do not tie together very well. They all have different themes and plots. I do not know if he intentionally didn’t want to make the stories connect.  I think that First Person Singular is like Kafka on the Shore in a sense because they both talk about human characteristics in animals.

  A poem in the book is called Right Fielder and it talks about baseball. “On that May Afternoon You’re holding down right field at Jingu Stadium. The right fielder for the Sankei Atoms. That’s your profession. I’m seated in the back of the right fielder’s seats, Drinking slightly lukewarm beer. Like Always. The opposing team’s batter lofts a fly to right field. A simple pop fly. It arcs high up a lazy fly ball. The wind has stopped. And the sun isn't an issue. Its a piece of cake. You raise both hands a bit And step forward about three yards You got this I take a sip of beer Waiting for the ball to drop. As straight as a ruler the ball falls Precisely three yards behind you Like a mallet lightly tapping the edge of the universe There’s a slight plunk It makes me wonder Why in the world do I cheer on a team like this? This itself is a kind of Riddle as huge as the universe.” (210-211) On a Stone Pillow is definitely philosophical. Other tankas in the book are “The present moment if it is the present moment can only be taken as the inescapable present In the mountain wind a head cut off without a word June water at the roots of a hydrangea..”(44-45) “As I consider that we’ll never meet again I also consider how there’s no reason that we cannot Will we meet or will it simply end like this drawn by the light trampled by shadows”(46) “Lost in the incessant afternoon downpour a nameless ax decapitates the twilight.”(47) That has spectacular imagery in that sentence because it is a good comparison. I think a theme of his writing is being a total aadukt and having to make every decision for yourself whether its the right or wrong decision to move you forward as a person and to grow and to completely change into a new being. A theme of his writing is to let your guard down and be accepting of differences in culture, beliefs. “You and I are we really so far apart? Should I maybe have changed trains at Jupiter? When I press my ear against the stone pillow The sound of blood flowing is absent, absent.” (32-33) The text is thoughtful and inquisitive. I like his writing because it takes me to another world where there is everything to learn again with a fresh mind.

[emilysshortstories]

Paul Lahote Part One

trigger warnings: ??? Nothing yet but not promises that will keep in later parts

words: 1543

It’s in those moments of deep desperation that you find hope. Or it seems to find you. When I left home to live with my uncle, miles away from my home, desperation was the only thing on my mind. Desperately running away, I didn’t want to face that part of my life that I already felt as though I was behind. I wanted to start fresh. I still do, so why does the reason I came here matter? My uncle, Charlie, agreed that he wouldn’t tell a soul about the events that lead me to his home, not even his own daughter. Who never really dropped the subject of course, but knew it wasn’t any of her business. I wasn’t naive enough to actually believe that I wouldn’t have to face problems here, but I think that’s what drew me here. Different problems, and that’s what I got. 

When I first moved here my cousin, Bella, had a boyfriend who she spent most of her time with. She still introduced me to everyone and showed me around, but when he moved things shifted. Bella completely shut down, she was always quiet and reserved, but this was different. She was numb. It took her a really long time to talk to anyone, and when she did, it was only me, Charlie, and her friend Jacob. They were always working on these two motorcycles together, sometimes I would join them. Jacob was nice, clearly had a massive crush on Bella even though she always denied it. 

One day when I tagged along I met Quil and Embry, they also seemed nice but I didn’t talk to them much. I didn’t talk to anyone that lived on the reservation actually, not until I had to stop Bella from doing something stupid. Feels like I’ve been doing that a lot lately. 

She was pissed. I’ve never seen her this angry before. I was a little scared to get in the car with her, but the fear of what she was going to do with this anger overpowered me. I stayed in the car when she stormed into Jacob’s house, but practically leaped out as I saw her approaching “Sam’s cult”. I was too far behind her and couldn’t reach her until she had already slapped one of the boys. “ALRIGHT” I yelled at Bella, getting in between them and seeing the boy start to shake in anger. “What you’re NOT gonna do is pick a fight with Mr. Mc steroids over here.” I continued while looking the boy up and down. We made eye contact. I didn’t want to but I froze and felt something turn in my gut while he immediately stopped shaking. I quickly shook it off and turned back to my crazy cousin. “Lets leave. Get in the fucking car John Cena”, pointing to her truck. I heard a bit of laughter as we walked away, but didn’t turn around. I didn’t even dare look in the rear view mirror as I drove off.

After Bella calmed down she admitted that slapping a 7 foot Greek sculpture wasn’t the smartest move. “They did something to him, I know it. Jacob’s too scared to tell me what’s going on but I’m gonna figure it out.” Bella said with gritted teeth. “Listen, you know Jacob better than I do so it’s your call, but maybe consider the idea that it’s none of your business? You and him have been friends since preschool. I feel like if it was necessary for you to know, he would have told you”. By the time I finished my speech Bella had already shut down. Just like she was before. Broke my heart seeing her like this. Maybe I should talk to Jacob or the “cult”, just be civil about it. 

So that’s what I did. The next day I drove to Jacob’s house, but Billy said he wasn’t home and to try Sam’s place. Well, he said Jacob wasn’t home and I begged him to tell me where he might be. For some reason he caved and told me where to find him and not Bella. I tried not to think about it too much or let my anxiety get the best of me while driving. 

When I knocked on the door, I didn’t expect a small, sweet woman with a huge scar across her face to answer the door. “Hi, can I help you?”

“Yes, I was looking for Jacob?”

“Are you Bella?”

“No, I’m Y/N, Bella’s cousin.”

“Oh. OH!” She seemed really surprised to find out this information. “Jacob it out with Paul right now. Working. They will be back soon though if you would like to come in, the rest of the crowd is here. I’m Emily, Sam’s fiance.”

“Oh I can come back another time, I don’t want to intrude.”

“Don’t be silly, we are all friendly and we are dying to get to know you.”

What does that mean? I walked in and saw everyone I saw yesterday but Jacob and the boy Bella slapped. Paul. “Hey Embry, how have you been?” I asked, seeming he was the only person I recognized. “Good, You?”

“I’m ok, just worried about Bella. Wanted to give Jacob a bit of grief for leaving her high and dry. She’s taking it a bit hard, but I also wanted to apologize for how she acted yesterday. Slapping who I assume is Paul wasn’t cool at all. I’m sure she feels really awful about it.”

“It’s not Jacob’s fault for leaving Bella. You don’t have to apologize for Bella, I think we have all wanted to slap Paul at some point in time.” Sam said.

“Got it, but is there anything I can do to get Jacob to talk to Bella again?”

“Jump in line, we all want him to talk about it so we don’t have to hear him monologuing all the time about it.” Embry said, before the third and last boy elbowed him really hard. 

“So none of this is your doing?” I asked all the boys.

“Not exactly, no.” Said Sam. 

“Ok. That’s some clarity at least.” I said with a smile.

“Why don’t you sit down, muffin, before the beasts attack them?” Emily offered a bowl full of muffins the size of Ohio to me.

“Thank you, that’s really sweet of you.” I said while taking a muffin and sitting next to Embry. Emily was right that the boys would attack the food, holy shit. “So why don’t you tell us about yourself?” Emily said, seeming excited and sitting across from me. “What do you want to know? I’m pretty much an open book.” 

“What brings you to Forks?” The ONE question I hate.

“Running away from my problems, if i’m being honest. I’ve always loved the rain, needed a change, and my uncle, Charlie, offered me a room. So I took it.”

“I like that, where are you from?”

“Austin.”

“Texas?” said the only boy who I didn’t know.

“No, actually it’s a small secret base on Mars. I’m an alien.” This made everyone laugh, especially the strange boy. “Sorry, I never caught your name?”

“Jared, you always that sarcastic?”

“Yes, humor is my only likable personality trait.”

“I hear that” said Jared while raising his muffin. “What do you like to do for fun?”

“I write, read, and love watching movies and TV shows. I'm a big music lover but I think that’s just a side effect of being born and raised in Austin. Since moving here I’ve really taken up hiking though, it’s so beautiful here. Not just flat desert like in Texas.”

“The only TV show I watch is New Girl, nobody here seems to watch it.” Said Jared and before I even thought it through my favorite Schmit quote fell out of my mouth.

“You would have been my nightmare. We were on very strict instructions from Rabbi Schmolli not to say anything until the very last christian kid found out about Santa Claus. Ruining Christmas? Very bad for our brand.”

Everyone seemed to like me after that and conversation flowed freely. I really liked spending time with everyone and lost track of time until I saw that the sun was going down. “Oh shit, I gotta get going, I’m not used to driving on ice yet and don’t want to drive on these roads when it's dark. Thank you so much for being so nice to me Emily, it was really nice talking to everyone.”

“Oh but Paul isn’t back yet” Emily said quickly. “And Jacob.”

“I can give Jacob shit anytime and I’m sure Paul isn’t my biggest fan after what Bella did so I think it’s a good idea to head out now. Thanks again though.” I said and started making my way to the door. 

“Of course! No problem, please come by again. I liked talking to you too and I’d love you to properly meet Paul.” 

We walked out just as Jacob and Paul emerged from the trees, but as soon as Paul made eye contact with me, that same flip happened in my gut again before he took off running back into the woods. Guess that answers my question on if he’s mad at me. 

[jadedxrealityw]

-Meeting The Family- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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     Request: hi darling, how you doing? can i request a draco x reader where is draco going to her house on christmas break to meet her parents? maybe she has a younger brother who is quite jealous of her and draco together? just something very fluff and funny !! thank you, i love your work btw ❤️

     Kody: YESS. I’ve been waiting for something like this for the sole purpose that i’m going to make the reader a Weasley!

     Year: 7th

    House: Gryffindor

    Possible Triggers/Warnings: Fred and George being the best siblings, Molly being Molly, Draco being literally terrified of the Weasley’s, a little bit of the spice spice at the end. 

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   “will you stop pacing? Your making me nervous” you grumble, watching as the platinum blond hair boy walked back and forth in your dorm room “Your nervous? Your not the one meeting your girlfriends whole bloody family today” he snaps at you. 

    he walks over to the edge of your bed and sits down, putting his face in his hands “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you” he sighs deeply. You crack a smile and walked over to stand in front of him and take his hands into yours “It’s alright, but i’ll be there so there’s nothing to worry about. They’ll love you”

   Draco scoffs, leaning his head against your stomach “They have every right to hate me, my father is a horrible person to them and they’ll think i’m just the same as him” he spoke. You had never seen him so worked up over anything before, except for maybe when you got injured by a werewolf in the woods. 

    you purse your lips before sitting comfortably on his lap “Draco. You are nothing like your father and you will show them that. So stop moping okay?” you watch his eyes for a moment as he nods his head “Okay darling. I won’t mope. I just hope your right about this”

   “I’m always right”

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    today was the day, you had put on a blue, burnt orange, and brown striped sweater with blue jeans. The Weasley aesthetic really while Draco wore a emerald green sweater with black jeans (ik hawt). You stood in front of the burrow, holding his hand “Here we go” you spoke.

   you reach up to knock a couple times and the door swings open. It was Fred with a candy cane in his mouth. He looks at the both of you and nods once “Hey Y/n and Malfoy. I’m Fred by the way, not George. Just so you know” he sticks out his hand and Draco takes it. They shake hands. That’s a good start.

   he takes the candy cane out of his mouth and points behind him “Let’s head in shall we?” he says and you smile. As you both step in, you could hear everyone talking “Is Charlie here yet?” you turn and face your brother. Fred’s face drops and he shakes his head “He said he got busy with work.”

   you nod slowly, your expression dropping “Oh, okay” you shrug. “Y/n!” you hear a familiar shout and watch as Molly and Arthur come from around the corner. You let go of Draco’s hand and walk up to them. They both embrace you tightly. You pull away from them and walk back to Draco.

   you could tell how tense he was when he saw your parents. “Mum, Dad. This is Draco” you say and slowly brought him up to them. Draco cleared his throat before speaking “Hello Mrs. and Mr. Weasley. Thank you so much for inviting me” he spoke. So polite. 

   your mother smiled warmly at him as well as your father “Well, were glad you came. Seems like our girls like Slytherins” Molly let out a laugh. You raise a brow “What do you mean?” “Hey Draco” you both turn to the right and see Pansy Parkinson come out of the hallway. Oh right, Ginny’s girlfriend.

   Draco smiled kindly, she was his friend after all. “hey Pans” he replies. Pansy waves before disappearing into the living area. “Now, you two join your siblings in the living room while we finish dinner” Molly spoke and leant down to kiss your forehead before leaning with Arthur “I think that went well”

    Draco nods “Me too”

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    “Percy, don’t be such a buzzkill and take the candy cane” George sat next to Percy, jabbing him in the side with the peppermint treat. Percy just rolled his eyes and continued to read the book we was holding. You chuckle as you sat on the sofa with Draco, his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

   It was certainly a full house tonight. Molly, Arthur, George, Luna, Fred, Percy, Ginny, Pansy, Bill, Fleur, Ron, Hermione, you, and Draco. You wondered where you would all eat considering your family table could barely fit the kids who already lived in the house. “Your family is much different than mine” Draco whispers to you.

   you turn your head to face him with a smile. “Yeah, we’re definitely stranger then other families” you laugh quietly, a grin forming on his face. “I like it. I’m so used to the quiet that i forgot that actual families talk and hang out with each other” he spoke, his eyes glossing over a bit as he looks at the tall christmas tree.

   you reach into his lap and grab his hand, bringing it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles. “I hope i don’t make you feel as alone anymore” you spoke with a small frown on your face. Draco shook his head and with the arm wrapped around your shoulders, he grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss.

   it was sweet and loving. To bad you had shit for brian brothers. “Hey hands off Malfoy! No snogging my sister while i’m here!” Ron shouts, causing you to pull away from the kiss. Hermione seemed annoyed with her boyfriend and pushes his shoulder “Y/n can do whatever Y/n want’s get over yourself Ron”

   George and Fred both choked back laughter then actually choked on candy canes. Idiots. Ron grumbled something and crossed his arms. What a child. After more talking you had the urge to go to the bathroom and laid your head in the crook of Draco’s neck “I’ll be right back. I have to use the bathroom. Okay?”

   Draco nods and places a hand on your thigh to squeeze it gently before unwrapping his limbs from yours “I’ll be back. Be nice. All of you” you gaze at all your brothers because Ginny at least knew how to be nice to Draco. You give a sharp glare to Ron before you leave the living room.

   Fred watches as you walk out of the room and like a pack of dogs, every single Weasley sibling crowded Draco. He thought he was going to be murdered on the spot as his grey eyes widened. Bill smiles lightly and holds out his hand to shake “Hi, i’m Bill. Anyway as you probably know were missing a Weasley tonight”

   Draco grabs his hand and shakes it “Charlie, right?” he says and all there heads nod. Oh this is so creepy. “Right. Well you see Y/n is really close to Charlie, but she hasn’t been able to see him for almost three years and such, so Fred told her he’s not coming, but we plan on surprising her when we open gifts”

   a small smile graces the Slytherins face- wait. “Why are you telling me this?” he questions and Percy speaks up surprisingly “Because you make our sister happy and considering you both are graduating next year, we figure your  going to be around more often and- so welcome to the family Malfoy”

   Draco was in complete shock as Percy spoke, considering he thought Percy hated him the most. Y/n was right. “Thank you. I also want to apologize for my fathers behaviour towards your family as well as mine in the past. It took me awhile to see you guys the way Y/n does”

   the twins shake their heads “Don’t worry about it. Your dad’s a real piece of work. Y/n tells us your mum’s nice enough though” they spoke in unison. Draco nods “yeah, she’s not judgemental” he reassures. “Anyway, we hope your having a nice night though. Right Ron?” Bill turns to face the younger Weasley.

   Ron looks at Bill and shakes his head, but Bill hits his shoulder “Yeah yeah whatever. We hope your having a blast” Ron then tore away from the group and went back to sitting with Hermione on the other sofa, mumbling something along the lines of ‘snogging his sister’ 

   a couple minutes later you came back into the living room and were pleasantly surprised to see Bill, George, and Fred chatting with Draco who seemed to be smiling brightly. What a sight. You lean against the doorway and watch as he interacted with your brothers. 

   you watch as they all went to sit on the floor so Percy, Ginny, Hermione, Luna, and Pansy could sit down and chat as well. Who would thought the Slytherin prince would get along so well with your family. “You guys seem to be having fun” you say as they turn to look at you. 

   you look to your left to see Ron sitting alone on the loveseat with a scowl on his face. You wave the group off before going to sit with your brother. He looks at you then the floor “Y/n” he spoke and you smiled lightly “Ron” you say in the same manner. “Why aren’t you sitting with the rest of them?”

   Ron scoffs under his breath “Why should i? Malfoy will never be friends” he comments and you reach up to lift his face, making him look at the group laughing and talking. “Look at Percy. He’s the most stuck up person i know and he is having a blast talking to Draco and Pansy. Why do you have a problem?”

   Ron sighs and pushes your hand away “Because your my sister. Yes, i know Ginny is to, but we’re the same age you and i. I can talk to you about anything, but ever since you and Draco got together. It hasn’t been you and i. It’s been you and him. What’s gonna happen when your married? I’ll never see you”

   you frown. You didn’t know Ron felt this way at all. It wasn’t as surprising though to be honest “Ron. Your my brother and i love you dearly. I’ll never forget about you or George, Fred, Percy, Ginny, Bill, and Charlie. Your my family. If your ever feeling alone. Just talk to me, okay?”

   your words seemed to cheer Ron up. He nods and looks over at the group once more “Let’s do this.” he said and stood up.

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    after dinner the whole family including the lovers were in the living room again, passing out gifts. You watch as a square shaped box decorated with orange wrapping paper and a red bow floated from out a room and into each and every ones laps “oh wow, i wonder what these could be” 

    George spoke sarcastically before getting wacked on the head by Molly. You chuckle and look over at Draco who stared at aw in the christmas gift in his lap “Are you alright my boy?” Arthur spoke up. Draco looks up and nods eagerly “I’ve never gotten a real christmas gift before. My mother snuck me sweets and such, but never anything like this”

    Molly gave Draco a look of solace before smiling “Well, i hope you enjoy this one! Now kids open them up!” she shouts and you all start to rip open the wrapping paper and you saw a deep red sweater with your first initial on it. Every year. The Weasley kids slip on there sweaters “Thanks mum!”

   after slipping yours on, you look over at Draco who had a emerald green sweater in his hands with the letter ‘D’ on it. He looked excited as he takes off his quidditch sweater to put on Molly’s. “Do you like it Draco?” you spoke “i absolutely love it” he a wide smile spreads across his face.

    Luna got a baby blue sweater

   Hermione got a deep red one as well

   Fleur got a white sweater

   Pansy got a emerald green sweater as well as Draco.

   Pansy slipped hers on and nods smugly “i look awesome. I’m never taking it off. You’ll have to kill me first!” she exclaims as Ginny laughs beside her “She’s not joking either” Luna pulls the sweater over her head and wraps her arms around herself “So warm” she mumbles in her soft voice. 

   George smiles brightly and wraps his arms around her “Your so cute” he says before kissing the side of her face. Fleur looked down at the sweater on her and smiles warmly “I adore it” she spoke in her thick accent and Bill nods before grabbing her hand to kiss her knuckles.

   Molly clapped happily “I’m so glad you all like it. Now me and Arthur are going to get the christmas cookies from the kitchen. We’ll be right back out!” she announces before leaving the room. Everyone began to talk amongst each other and while you were distracted Draco snuck off into the kitchen.

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   “Um hello” he spoke up. Molly turns around and places the icing bag she was holding on the counter. “Ah Draco! Did you need something?” she asked, waving her hand for him to step closer. Draco walks over and immediately felt a cold shiver run up his spine. He was nervous.

   “I wanted to ask you both something?” he says, gulping. Arthur and Molly look at each other before smiling “Sure, go ahead” Arthur spoke. Draco takes a deep breath to calm his nerves “Me and Y/n have been dating for three years now and i know we only just turned 18, but i wanted to ask for your blessing to marry her when the time is right”

   Molly gasped loudly, before covering her mouth “Oh Draco! We would be more than happy to give you our blessing. She talks about you all the time and you had been nothing but kind to her and our family. I know you are much different then your father. you’ve learn to accept and adapt”

   Draco felt as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he smiles “Thank you so much. Uh- can i help ice those? If you’ll teach me how?” he laughs nervously and Molly nods.

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   ten minutes later Draco came out holding a tray of cookies with your parents. You smile lightly at the sight. How cute. He places the tray down on the floor where the group sat and everyone began to much on cookies, except for Fred and George. Where had they gone off too? Draco takes a seat next to you.

   he hands you a cookie and you smile, taking a bite “You snuck away to ice cookies with my parents?” you ask, laughing a little. He nods with a smile and pecks your lips quickly, “Seemed fun” he replied nonchalantly. You roll your eyes and continue to eat your cookie in piece.

   after everyone ate one Molly shot up from the sofa and gasped “Godric! We forgot Y/n’s present outside!” she exclaims, causing everyone to look at her. You tilt your head “What present?” you ask. “We all pitched in and got you a present. It’s so big we have to show you outside” Arthur spoke.

   you were now thoroughly confused as everybody made there way to the front door and walking out. Draco grabs your hand and lifts you up from the ground. You both walk outside and see George and Fred on both sides of a tall present, wrapped in orange paper with your name written in red ink.

   you laugh nervously. What was going on? “Um- do i open it?” you ask and Ginny nods, pushing you forward “Go on! Open it!” she shouts. You watch as George and Fred walk away from the present and behind you. “we suggest to pull the red ribbon then step back” George points out.

   you chuckle with a confused expression before taking the end of the ribbon and tug it once. You hear a couple clicks and step back quickly as the box falls apart. A tall male with orange hair and a red sweater with a ‘C’ smiles at you. Charlie. You watch as he steps out the box and opens his arms.

   “Hello my little dragon” he smile brightly as you ran up and tackled him into a hug. He lifts you off the ground and spins you around as you cling onto him. After a couple seconds he lets go and eyes you up and down “You’ve gotten so tall! and your hair is different. I also hear you have a boyfriend” he teases.

   you smile widely and nod “Yeah. He’s hear. Um- Draco!” you turn around and call for your boyfriend who steps towards you, holding out his hand “I’m Draco Malfoy” he says politely as they both shake hands “I’m Charlie! I hope my little sister hasn’t annoyed you too much. She’s mental this one”

   you huff and wack your older brothers arm “Hey! Don’t scare him off!” you shout, making Charlie laugh. He shrugs his shoulders “I don’t think he’s going anywhere. Your in for the long hall Malfoy. Welcome to the Weasley’s!” he exclaims and Draco smiles as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

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   the party came to an end and everyone made there way to there perspective rooms. There was surprisingly enough room for everyone, to be fair your pretty sure that your father used a spell to add some extra rooms of some sort. You put on black and white flannel pants with a black crop top, as well as a dark grey jacket.

   Draco had on a black t-shirt and his boxers. You yawn as you began to fold up your sweater and place it in your trunk. You feel hands wrap around your waist and pull you close to his chest. “I had fun tonight” Draco mumbles against the skin of your shoulder since your jacket had slipped down your arms a bit. 

   you smile and lean your head back to look at him “You did? I’m happy. I’m also happy i got to see my brother” you spoke with a warm smile. Draco hums in response and slowly begins to pull the jacket off of your arms “I promised my mum no funny business while were here Draco”

   he smirks and begins to place sweet kisses on your neck “You may have promised that, but i didn’t darling” he rasps. You feel one of his hands run across the exposed skin of your stomach as his thumb traces the hem of your pants. “Why are you always horny?” you asked.

   “I don’t know? Have you seen yourself?” he chuckles as he spins you around to face him “Come on darling~” he coos and dips down to kiss your collar bone. “I-” “-Goodnight Y/n. Goodnight Draco!” you heard Charlie, Percy, and Fred shout. Oh those little shits.

   you flush in embarrassment and sputter out a goodnight back as Draco growls in frustration. “Cockblockers” he snarls, making you laugh. “Don’t worry, there going to do it to every couple in here. Didn’t expect Percy too though, just listen” you say and Draco keep quiet to listen.

   “Night Ginny. Night Pansy!” 

   “Go away were busy!” Ginny shouts

   “Sleep tight Fleur and Bill!”

   “You all are insufferable!” Bill yells making you snicker a bit

   “We don’t have to worry about Ron and Hermione. Ron has got like zero game” Fred speaks and they all laugh.

   “Hey i heard that!” Ron shrieks in offense.

   “Sleep well George! Sleep well Luna!”

   “You guys can’t pull this shit on me! Shove off!” George shouts and you hear a door slam.

   “Goodnight” Luna says. What a sweet girl

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   Kody: I hope you enjoyed this one. I really liked writing it! Anyways peace.

[headheartbellarke]

EIGHTEEN | Charlie Gillespie

PAIRING(s): Charlie Gillespie x sister’s best friend!fem reader

WARNING(s): mentions of abuse, trauma, fluff

WORDS: 3.9k

SUMMARY: “So kiss me where I lay down

My hands pressed to your cheeks

A long way from the playground

I have loved you since we were 18

Long before we both thought the same thing

To be loved and to be in love

All I can do is say that these arms

Are made for holding you.”

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    Charlie smiles, watching the sunlight dance on Y/N’s face, almost like little splashes of golden paint. She hums to whatever song is playing through her earphones, a faint smile teasing the corners of her lips. Her eyes are closed, and Charlie marvels at how peaceful and serene she looks. Her h/c hair surrounds her head like a halo, and he is tempted to reach forward and press a kiss to her temple.

  He doesn’t do that, of course. Instead, he gets up from his couch and joins Y/N on the floor, lying beside her. Her eyelashes flutter at his movement and quaint, kind e/c eyes hold his stare, eyebrows raised in question.

  “I thought you said that you were too mighty for the floor.” She teases, biting her lower lip to hide a smile. Charlie almost melts at that.

  “I never said that. Is everything okay up there?” He points his index finger at her head.

  The young woman of nineteen laughs mockingly. “Why, afraid you’re rubbing off your crazy on me?”

  Charlie rolls his eyes, and shifts closer to her, their arms touching slightly – and even that slight touch makes him feels butterflies in his stomach. It’s not uncommon, of course. Ever since he realized that he is indeed in love with her, anything that she does gives him butterflies. He doesn’t mind, of course – but he hates the fact that he is unable to tell her what effect she has on him. So, he resorts to ignoring or suppressing everything he feels for his little sister’s best friend instead.

  She pulls out an ear pod from her left ear and shoves it into Charlie’s ear. Eastside. She’s had this song on repeat, ever since she came to visit him in Vancouver, where he’s filming for the first season of Julie and The Phantoms.

  “I love this song. Reminds me of my first boyfriend. Remember him?” She says, softly.

  “Aaron. How could I forget? You begged me to cover for you at home so you could hang out with him.” He says, smiling softly at the memory. They were so young, Y/N just fourteen, and him sixteen. He remembers Y/N sitting beside him on the couch while he was watching a movie, all flushed and bothered, eyes continuously flitting to Charlie. He remembers saying, “I know you’re dying to tell me something.”

  She had nodded, looking around the Gillespies’ living room where they were currently seated in, apprehensively. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone.”

  He had jutted out his pinky finger and wrapped it around hers. “Never.”

  “I think I really, really, super-duper like Aaron.”

  “Aaron as in your next-door neighbor?”

  “Yep.”

  Charlie had smirked. “He’s such a dork. I can’t believe that you like him.”

  “Shut up, Char. He’s the sweetest.”

  He chuckled. “His hobby is taking pictures of trees… if that doesn’t scream ‘dork’, then I don’t know what does.”

  She had glared at him while Megan had entered the room, plopping down on the couch beside Charlie. “What’s up?”

  “I’m telling him about Aaron, and he thinks that he’s a dork.”

  Megan shrugged. “What’s wrong with that? He’s really cute. Also, he was asking about you today.”

  “Really?” Y/N’s eyes brightened. Charlie laughed, shaking his head. “You girls are weird. But I approve. He’s a nice kid.”

  “I wasn’t looking for your approval?”

  “Yes, you were.”

  The girls had rolled their eyes at him and he had wrapped his arms around the two.

  Y/N’s voice brings him back to the present. “Simple times.”

  Charlie faces her. “Everyone after him were horrible.”

  She narrows her eyes at the boy beside her. “No, you were just too overprotective.”

  “Nope. They were all horrible.”

  They weren’t. Charlie just hated anyone who showed an interest in Y/N. At first, he thought that it was probably because he had literally watched her grow up. But a couple of months later, when he watched her kiss Levitt from the swim team, he had felt a smoldering rage rise in his stomach, along with his heart clenching. That day, he had realized that maybe there was more to it than watching her grow up. A couple more months later, on his eighteenth birthday, when she had kissed him on his cheek and handed him a present wrapped in shiny, blue paper, he had felt butterflies in his stomach. He also could feel the ghost of her delicate lips against his skin for days after, like the remnants of a fire brushing against his cheek.

  When he unwrapped the present, he found a vintage, hardbound copy of his favorite book, Les Misérables, along with a note, saying: ‘I might’ve read your journal. Only the part about how much you loved hardcovers and the part about how much you hated the fact that no bookstores nearby sold it. Well, I also might’ve read the part about how frustrated you are with microwave timers. I feel you, dude. But, yeah, remember when I said that I was going to visit my sister in Montoc? I lied, LOL. I went to a vintage bookstore in Fredericton. I’m sorry for lying, but ‘twas for a good reason, huh? Hope you like this. Also, you’re my second favorite person, after Meg. Happy 18th, Charles. Love, Y/N.’

  That moment he had realized that he was completely, utterly, truly, madly, deeply in love with his little sister’s best friend.

  It’s been about three years since that, and he still hasn’t told her how he feels.

  Now, Y/N looks at him, and rolls her eyes. “Sheesh.”

  She props herself on her elbow. “When are we going out today?”

  “Jeremy said that he made a reservation at 6. So, we’ll leave half an hour earlier.”

  “Okay. Is Owen going with us?”

  “Yeah. I don’t trust him to drive in Canada.”

  She grins. “He’s cool.”

  “Maybe sometimes.”

  “Savannah and Madi are the coolest, though.”

  “Definitely, yeah.”

  “You never told me that you had a cute roomie, though.”

  “Yeah – wait what?”

  Y/N flashes him a teasing smile and pushes herself upward with the palm of her hands. She brushes off her yoga pants and extends an arm to Charlie who is currently panicking inside.

  “Do you like Owen?”

  “What if I do?”

  Charlie must have looked as horrified as he had felt because she laughs and says, “I’m just messing with you.”

  “Thank god.”

***

  “Finally!” Y/N yells, kicking off her black, leather heels, which land near Charlie’s feet. He laughs, kicking them to the side.

  “You’re so dramatic.”

  “I dare you to wear heels like that for a day. See how you feel.”

  Owen pipes from behind them, closing the door to their apartment. “Oh, I did. My friend Dani made me wear them for a video. It was the most painful day of my life.”

  “See!” Y/N high fives his roommate as Charlie scrunches up his face. “How’d she find heels in your size, dude?”

  He laughs, and extends an arm toward the other two, who hand him their coats, muttering ‘thank you’ individually. He walks inside, yelling, “I’m fucking tired. Going to sleep.”

  “Don’t forget to check the stove!” Charlie yells back, hearing his roommate affirm his request.

  It’s just the two of them standing in the foyer now, and Charlie can’t stop staring at her. She’s wearing this beautiful red dress that compliments her skin perfectly, clinging to her body in all the right places – he had himself gifted her this dress on her nineteenth birthday. (Not really. His mother had picked the dress.)

  She hasn’t noticed him staring, though.

  “Ugh, I can’t wait to get out of this dress.” She walks inside.

  Charlie pauses and purses his lips, trying to stop himself from picturing him doing it. He breathes out raggedly and follows her inside – trying (and failing) to shove that mental picture away.

  Reaching the living room, he falls back onto the couch, which has been his bed for the past few days that Y/N has been here. She had protested, of course. But she already has so much trouble sleeping – she’s had it ever since she was a child.

  Y/N hadn’t had the best childhood. Charlie faintly remembers his mom pulling him and his sister into the kitchen one day when Y/N left their house after spending the whole day there.

  “Mom? What happened to Y/N?” Megan had asked, childlike innocence dripping off her tone.

  Charlie had nodded, saying, “How’d she fall down the stairs? That bruise looked nasty.”

  Their mother had sighed, and Charlie still remembers the pain in her eyes. “Honey. I want you to listen carefully, okay? And not tell anyone. You two think you can do that?”

  They nodded enthusiastically.

  “There are good people in this world – like Y/N. But there are also bad people, people who hurt the good people. And sometimes, sometimes, your parents can also be bad people.”

  “That’s not true!” Megan had protested, their mother smiling.

  “Maybe not for you. I hope so. But Y/N’s parents – they aren’t the best people, okay? They…uh… I’m not going to excuse their actions. They, uh, hurt Y/N.”

  “So, they pushed her down the stairs?” Charlie asked, his eyes widened. He could not understand how the people that loved you the most could do that to you, especially to someone like Y/N. He’s known her his entire life, ever since the Y/L/Ns moved next door when he was still in diapers.

  “I don’t know. Something happened. She was too shaken up to talk about it.”

  “But – but – she’s the best person ever! Why would her mom and dad do that to her?” Megan had protested, eyes welling with tears at the thought of her best friend getting hurt.

  “I don’t know, honey. I wish I did, I really do.” Their mother paused for a long moment. “I want you two to always be nice to her, alright? No matter what happens. Because, right now, she feels alone. I can see it in her eyes – she’s scared, confused, lonely. I know you two love her so much, and I want you guys to make sure that she knows it, okay? Make sure that she never feels lonely, all right? Make sure that she’s always safe and comfortable, as long as she’s with us, you.”

  They had nodded, their hearts welling up with love for their friend.

  After their mother hugged the two of them, Charlie’s twelve-year-old sister had run off to the other room, to call her best friend and tell her just how much she loves her.

  Charlie had lingered in the kitchen, too sad over what he’d just been told.

  “Maman?”

  “Yes, honey?”

  “Can’t we just keep her for ourselves?”

  “If we could, we would. I would like nothing more. But that’s absolutely not legal, mon chéri.”

  “Oh. That’s unfair.”

  His mother had flashed him a sad smile. He had taken both of his hands in his, and said sincerely, “I promise you, maman. I’m always gonna protect her. No matter what.”

  His mother had pressed a kiss into his tousled hair and whispered, “I expect nothing less.”

  It’s been more than seven years since, but Charlie still does everything in his power to make sure that she is always safe and happy.

  “Hey, Char?” Her voice brings him back from his childhood.

  “Yeah?”

  “That couch doesn’t look comfortable.” She shrugged one shoulder.

  “It is! I promise you.” He lied. It definitely wasn’t comfortable. The blinding pain in his neck is proof of that.

  “Don’t lie to me. Come on, sleep in your bed.”

  He shook his head.

  “You’re not gonna sleep on the couch, Y/N. Seriously. You’re right, it’s too uncomfortable.”

  “I wasn’t gonna. We’ll sleep together. That came out wrong. I mean, we can both sleep in the same bed, we’re both adults.”

  Charlie wanted to protest, but the hopeless romantic in him drowned all objections.

  “We’ll put pillows between us, okay? And it’s not like we haven’t slept in the same bed before. Remember my seventeenth? We were so drunk that we thought that the bed was a magnet, and we were screws.” She continued, looking away.

  Charlie smiled up at her, remembering the feeling he had the next morning when he had woken up to find Y/N curled up into him, her head tucked into the crook of his neck. “All right. If it’s okay with you.”

  She nods, walking into his bedroom, with Charlie following close behind. Both them wordlessly change and freshen up in the bathroom, and Charlie falls face first in his bed.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  Y/N laughs, sitting at the corner of his bed. “Knew it.”

  Charlie grins at her, feeling absolutely euphoric, especially with the buzz from all the drinks he’s had tonight still lingering in his head like a tattoo kiss. She slides under the covers, burrowing her face into the soft pillows. “I can’t function anymore. Bye.”

  He laughs softly, squeezing her shoulder, to which she softly smiles. He slides under the cover, resting on his side to face her, or rather a mess of h/c hair and soft, rhythmic breaths. He closes his eyes, switching off the light, but he knows that he will not be getting much sleep tonight, especially with the fuzzy citrus scent of her perfume everywhere and the heat from her body consuming him.

***

  It’s 1:20 AM and Charlie can’t sleep. Turns out that being in the same bed with the girl he’s been in love with since he was eighteen is a very, very bad idea. He’s put as much space between them as possible, yet he still feels vigilant and hot. His mind is betraying him: all he can think about is how beautiful she looks when the moonlight streaming through his window is casting shadows on her face, or how she’s sometimes saying things (really, really weird things, though – Charlie doesn’t understand anything), how much she looks like a little cat while she’s snuggled into the covers, or how she flails her arms while she’s asleep.

  He considers crashing in Owen’s room for the night. But as soon as Y/N starts moving around, still sleeping, he holds that thought and watches her instead.

  He can see her getting agitated, as she tosses and turns. She continues murmuring something, but it’s still all jumbled, and it hits Charlie.

  He props himself on his elbow and leans close to her face. “Y/N. Hey. Come back to me. Y/N. Honey. You’re safe. You’re safe.”

  She gasps, as consciousness floods in her system. She looks confused for a second, and Charlie sits up, right beside her. “Listen to me. You’re safe. I’m here. It’s okay. You’re okay. Everything is okay.”

  She exhales, eyes closing for a second.

  “Are you okay?” Charlie asks when her breathing has turned cadenced.

  Her eyes widen and lips part. “I’m so sorry.”

  “You don’t ever need to apologize for that. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. Yeah. I just – ever since I left home, I’ve been getting these nightmares.” She says, softly. Charlie lays next to her, turning to face her, while she mirrors his actions.

  “What do you see?” He asks.

  “Mostly my childhood. You know, my dad pushing me down the stairs. Or my mother telling me that I’m a horrible person and no one will ever love me, and she should have aborted me. Or my dad breaking the mirror the one time I got a B in math. Or my parents fighting. Or – you know, just a montage of my parents’ greatest hits.”

  She breathes out shakily.

  “Getting away didn’t stop the nightmares, huh?” He asks, resting a hand on her warm cheek.

  She scoots closer. “No. They still text me sometimes, mostly to remind me that I’m a terrible person and that I’m gonna go to hell for walking out on them and not going to Harvard.”

  “Y/N, don’t you dare –”

  “No. I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Walking out was the best decision that I’ve ever made.”

  He smiles softly at her.

  “You and Megan… god, you two saved my life. I would never have had the courage to get this far if it wasn’t for you guys.”

  “No, honey. It was all you. You’re the strongest person we know.”

  “Shush. Let me compliment you in peace. You guys are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know.”

  She smiles, reaching forward to tangle run her hands through Charlie’s hair. They were dangerously close now: Charlie could see the curve of her nose, the lingering red lipstick color on her lips and count the number of eyelashes she has.

  “You’re the best thing that’s happened to us, too.”

  Charlie can feel something in the space between them, something pulling them close. It is cold outside, but here, in the cocoon they’ve created, he feels warm and at home.

  “Like, thank you so much for pushing me to get into law school. Now, I’m learning how to help millions of little girls who are going through what I went through, and it makes everything worth it. I feel like I don’t say this enough, but Charlie. Thank you for everything.”

  He smiles, trying to retort something funny but her proximity has jumbled his mind.

  “I know you’re really busy with your life, but thanks for still thinking of me sometimes.”

  That breaks Charlie out of his daze. “What?”

  “You know. You’re in a Netflix show, working with Kenny freaking Ortega and all these incredible people – and I’m enormously proud of you, by the way – and… well, you’ll soon not have that much time for your little sister’s best friend, you know?”

  “You’re not just my little sister’s best friend, Y/N.”

  “Yeah, I’m your friend, alright. But soon you’ll be meeting celebrities and models and actors and then you wouldn’t have time for me anymore.”

  Charlie furrows his brows. “Where is this coming from, Y/N?”

  “I just had a lot of time to think today.” She turns on her back, facing the ceiling.

  He hates the fact that she is so unpredictable: he never knows what’s going on in her head or what she is feeling. That’s one of the reasons that he’s kept his feelings for her a secret for almost three years.

  “I saw you with that model today. At the bar. Uh. So, I thought that you’re probably gonna meet a lot of them in LA. Models and Hollywood girls and all that. So, you’ll probably not have any time for me anymore.”

  Charlie shakes his head, recalling the model he was talking to earlier today. Or rather, yesterday. Carol. She was really nice, sweet, and beautiful – and definitely interested in Charlie. But his focus had been on Y/N, who was having a dance off with Owen and Savannah, all evening – or rather, all the time. He had tried to focus on the Carol, he really did – but after an hour, she herself realized that he wasn’t into her and whispered a ‘good luck with her’ to him before leaving to go back to her friends.

  “Y/N, that’s not true –”

  “It’s okay, Charlie. It’s good. Your life shouldn’t be stuck in the same place. It should be getting better, and you should be meeting new people, you know? You’ve been alone for a weirdly long time and it’s freaking your mom out. So, I know you’re gonna fall in love with someone and then you’ll be too busy –”

  “God, Y/N, how are you so fucking oblivious?” Charlie snaps, annoyance coursing through his veins.

  Her eyes widen at his harsh tone of voice, and it shocks Charlie, too. He’s never, ever raised his voice at her.

  “What?”

  Maybe it’s having her so incredibly close that causes him to finally snap. “Y/N, I have been in love with you ever since I was eighteen. You’re the only person that I want, and you’re the reason that I’ve been alone for a weirdly long time.”

  He immediately regrets saying that. Y/N is sitting up, and she is looking around everywhere, trying to avert Charlie’s eyes. He hides his face behind his hands, sinking deeper into the covers and trying to create a hole and fall down to the center of the earth.

  “I think you’ve had too much to drink today.”

  He groans into his hands, glad that he’s under the covers and the girl can’t see his absolutely scarlet face. “Oh, for god’s sake. Dude. I wrote you an entire ballad when I was nineteen because I realized that this is exactly what’s gonna happen – that I’m always gonna be in love with you, and you’re always gonna think of me as your best friend’s older brother.”

  He feels the covers shift above his head, and is greeted with Y/N’s face, a vulnerable look in her eyes. “Do you really mean it?”

  “Of course, I do. You’re my family – do you really think that I’m gonna joke about something like this and ruin our friendship? The only reason I’m even telling you this is because I’m incredibly frustrated that you’re so oblivious and you’re so fucking pretty. And so close. See, this is exactly why I wanted to sleep on the couch. Because I knew that I would lose it.”

  There’s a sudden flurry of movement and her lips are on his’, and they’re kissing, kissing, kissing. Charlie is too shocked to do anything at first but as soon as the warmth courses through his system and the butterflies go wild in his gut, he pulls her closer, rising up. She sits in his lap, straddling him, their hands getting lost in each other’s hairs – both of them trying to be closer, closer, closer to make up for all the lost years and to keep feeling the contentment that they feel from just being close to each other. She tastes like Charlie’s mint toothpaste and his dreams – like everything he’s ever wanted.

  As they separate for air, Y/N rests her forehead on his. “I thought you knew.”

  “What?” He’s surprised to find his voice hoarse.

  “That I’m in love with you.”

  He can’t stop the grin on his face from escaping. “What?”

  “I thought Meg told you. Or your mum. Or anyone really. Everyone’s called me out on it. I’ve always had a crush on you but dating all those guys in high school made me realize that I was kind of, you know, in love with you.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Same reason as you. You’re my family, Charlie. I didn’t wanna lose what we have just because of… you know.”

  Y/N slides off his lap and lies on the bed, next to him and he mirrors her actions, and she rests her head on his chest, the frantic beating in his chest her background music. He drapes an arm around her shoulders, desperate to have her close.

  “We’re both cowards, eh?”

  She giggles.

  “Wait. Meg knew?”

  “Of course. She’s my best friend.”

  “You know, one day I got drunk and told her that ‘I’m 100% attracted to your best friend sexually and emotionally and everythingally.’ I kept wondering why she was laughing.”

  “I hate her.” She buries her face in Charlie’s chest, giggling.

  Charlie laughs and pulls her in for another kiss, desperate to hold her again, to feel the high he only feels around her. She smiles against his lips, before a thought occurs to him. “Wait. You were jealous of the bar girl, weren’t you?”

  “Shut up, you dork.”

  They’re only half aware of the snowstorm raging outside from the warm cocoon they’ve created in each other’s arms. Maybe miracles really do exist.

***

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