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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years

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happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

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arlertwifey · 3 years

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snk cast x gn!reader + cute summertime romance

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, PLEASE!

☼ — ft. Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Levi, Hanji, & Erwin (all characters are 18+)

☼ — genre: pure fluff + gn!reader x character, warnings: mentions of vandalism/petty crime, alcohol mentions

☼ — a/n: please enjoy my first snk x reader content :)

E R E N

Fills his time with a weird mix of volunteering around the city and committing blatant acts of vandalism

He spends his days helping out at the youth shelter and nights scribbling graffiti anywhere he can find a spot. Takes you to spray-paint every underpass you come across

Unnaturally good at arcade games and wins you lots of little random plushies from the claw machines. Your favorite is an angry-looking brown bear that you can’t help but think resembles him

Loves to stay up late and discover new parts of the city with you. Has a bad habit of falling asleep on your shoulder wherever you are though, when he finally runs out of energy

Even though he tries to play it off like he’s too cool for them, insists that you two take cute photobooth pictures together and keeps his favorite of them in his wallet

A R M I N

Practically lives at the beach during the summer. The two of you plan out your days there in advance so your able to visit the different tide pools and see various sea creatures.

Has a strong sweet tooth. He’s a huge fan of any type of frozen treat, but is extremely partial to slushies. In at least half the pictures you get of your summertime adventures, his mouth is stained teal from the blue-raspberry flavor he always buys.

Gets surprisingly tan during the summer, due to the fact that he’s outside whenever possible. Even when studying, he prefers to do so at parks around where he lives rather than indoors. His hair bleaches out a little further as well.

Willing to go to parties with you when the two of you are invited by mutual friends, but tends to slip outside to the porch after the first hour. More often than not, the two of you wind up ditching all together and heading off to find someplace to get late night food.

He brings you to visit his grandfather during the summertime and the two of you help him out with repairs around the house. Being around the two people he loves the most brings out Armin’s talkative side and the three of you spend your vacation days swapping stories over glasses of iced tea.

M I K A S A

Busy during the summer, so you can’t meet as much as would like

Part of her gym’s regional kickboxing team and helps teach part time. You go to all her matches and cheer till your voice gives out. She tells you that you don’t have to come, but secretly is so, so grateful that you do

On days when you’re both free, you try out all the best brunch places in the city. Mikasa prefers small family-owned businesses. The two of you quickly become regulars at your favorite spots

Sends you voice messages when you are apart ever since you said that you liked to hear her voice. She’s adorably awkward in them, usually just telling you about whatever she’s doing at the time and how much she misses you

Gets misty-eyed when you show up at the airport with flowers for her when she gets back home. Squeezes you till your out of breath and lifts off the ground a little bit when you hug again after your time apart.

J E A N

The actual best at planning a fun day full of activities

Busts his ass working at a couple part time jobs most days, but makes up for how busy is by making sure you two have the best possible time and do the most when you’re together

The type to have a bucket list for all the different activities he thinks you guys should do together. He puts a lot of effort into creating it with you. The two of you decorate two matching posters so that each of you has a copy.

A little bit of a sucker for cliches: ice cream dates and visiting waterparks. He’s a romantic at heart and with you he feels like he can finally participate in all the classic lovey-dovey activities couples do.

One of those people who acts like an influencer despite the fact that he’s only followed by family and friends. Takes super high quality pics of you so he can brag about how great his s/o is. Took a few photography classes in college and it shows. Every photo he takes of you looks amazing because you can tell just how enamored he is with you.

King of matching couple fits. Loves when the two of you wear coordinating colors or even just similar accessories.

L E V I

Not a fan of hot weather, so prefers to hang out in the evenings or early mornings when it’s cooler (which works well with the fact that he has to work most days).

Has no clue what to do during the summer, besides what you two always do, but does his best

You two go for early morning runs at his suggestion and then get breakfast afterwards. There’s a smoothie place down the block from the park that you frequent, with different local fruit specials each week.

He brings you to his favorite tea shop and you two slowly drink your way through their summer refresher menu throughout the season. You learn

Is willing to go to the beach, but be prepared to cover the man with sunscreen, because he burns. Since he knows that he won’t encounter anyone from work, he sometimes wears a large sunhat for extra UV protection.

When your vacation time finally lines up, the two of you get out of the city and head to the charming town where his mother lives. You get to help Kuchel in her garden and listen to her stories about adorable young Levi.

While he’s not extremely enthusiastic about summer as a season, he does find it far more enjoyable when he gets to spend it with you

H A N J I

Lives for traveling during the summer months, half for fun and half for their work as part of an anthropological research team. Whenever they can’t bring you along, expect lots of silly, cheesy postcards and many late night phone calls.

Thinks that camping is an absolute must. You two go on hikes together to find the best places to camp. Teaches you all sorts of cool facts about the different areas you are in. Likes when the two of you get “lost” and have to navigate back with a compass (and a park map as backup).

Makes their own homemade juice blends (some better than others) and freezes them into popsicles. Brings you them and other snacks when you’re working.

Stays up late with you and points out different constellations while you drink hot cocoa on the rooftop of their apartment building. While you don’t understand everything they are explaining to you, you love to watch their excited expression and enthusiasm as they tell you all about the world.

E R W I N

Glamorous cultural events are Erwin’s favorite part of the summertime  Expect to to be brought to opening ceremonies, christenings of cruise ships, and wine tastings

Despite the fancy events, Erwin makes sure you don’t feel too out of place by spending the evenings shit talking the other guests with you, and trying to guess who is sleeping with who and who is going to get drunk and ruin the evening

Insists that you get out of the city as often as possible, so expect a lot of weekend getaways

As much as he likes to do things with you, he can also appreciate an afternoon spent drinking sangria and reading by the poolside (a private pool, of course. He can’t resist asking you to put sunblock on his back (half because he actually needs the help, half just to see you blush at the request).

Owns a sleek vintage convertible that he’s only able to drive in the warmer months. Likes to pick you up from work in it while still dressed in his impeccably sharp suit from the office, just to see the looks on your coworkers faces

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perfume-knives · 2 years

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Love Letter to the Fandom

I did not expect Season 4 to be good.

Season 3 had already lost my trust in the handling of the plot and characters, and especially Villaneve. I had a sick, odd feeling in my stomach last June when they started filming, and I stopped posting on this Tumblr and unfollowed a lot of accounts. Partly this was to avoid spoilers and BTS, but it was also because I knew that listening to the hopes and speculations about this season would drive me mad.

The thing is that the hiatus was too long. As a fandom, we had two years to dream and create the type of journey that we wanted our protagonists to have. I wrote a fanfiction that was in response to my dissatisfaction with Season 3, that defied the notion that Eve and Villanelle couldn't be the protagonists of a show, on screen, in the same room. These characters became part of my personal identity, as I know is the case for a lot of other artists out there.

At the finale, I cried not because they killed Villanelle, but because I was insulted at the laziness and the cliche, the rush and the lack of imagination. They badly mishandled something that we held very close to our hearts.

When I wrote my fic, I put an incredible amount of effort into doing justice to the characters. I set values - that it would be canon to a tee, that it would honor character habits and behaviors while pushing them to grow, that it would address plot holes. I made room for action, romance, terror, joy, sex, violence and mystery. I put a lot of research into everything I wrote.

It feels entirely unjust that as an amateur writer who had never even written a fanfiction before, I took greater care with the story and the characters than the show itself did. I'm sure a lot of fic writers feel that way. It's insulting to both the fandom's intelligence and dedication to end the series the way they did. I don't think I need to comment on the quality of the writing.

So here we are, folks: what happened, happened. We have been gravely insulted. But we have too much love for Eve and Villanelle for Season 4, as crushing as it was, to erase that. We have created something really beautiful in all the stories that have been told and the justice that has been done to these characters offscreen. Nothing that happened on that screen can take away what we hold in our hearts. The art, the photography, the writing, the jokes and memes, and the friendships that we have made are so much deeper, so much richer than anything that we were just shown.

I sincerely believe that we will all heal from this and learn to find strength in rejecting that which doesn't serve us. So take your time to grieve, to be angry, and to heal. And when you're ready, stand up with me and embrace the love.

#killing eve #season 4 #spoilers #villaneve #letter #fandom #love you guys #fanfiction

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silverkoushi · 3 years

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haikyuu!! headcanons

⇢ scenario: how you’d spend the holidays with them!! pt.2 | read pt. 1 here! ⇢ feat. : tsukki (karasuno), bokuto (fukurodani) & kuroo (nekoma) x gn!reader ⇢ wc & warnings: 3.3k, slightly suggestive for kuroo

ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ not @ me having the phattest crush on kuroo as you can probably tell here... dear god that man is something edit: omo for some reason the paragraphs got messed up n i just checked it after hours of posting... i fixed it now so hopefully it makes more sense ahh my apologies!! ><

tsukishima kei

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ idk about you but i think tsukki secretly enjoys the holidays? like he’d think the music is overbearing, the movies are disgustingly cliche, and the amount of people gathering in places is one of his worst nightmares— those aren’t the things that he looks forward to. i think tsukki loves winter, maybe because i see him as a softie who collects sweaters, hoodies, and sweatpants that keep him comfy and cozy during cold nights and chilly mornings! WITH THAT BEING SAID, tsukki dies inside when he sees you wearing any of those following outfits of his. he might get annoyed at first that you don’t ask because he was planning on wearing them that day, but when you show up at his dorm clad in his night blue sweater with a little moon stitched on the side, there are no words coming out of his mouth. he will try to look menacing, eyes in a deadpan expression but you know he’s lying, and just stare at him with a doe-like face and put his hands in yours, swinging it back and forth as you drag him out of his room and into the snowy field. you don’t even think twice about getting matching sweaters because the boy will hate you for the rest of his life, but at least you got him to wear a reindeer headband for 2 seconds in the photobooth!! most of the time, you basically just bring him to anywhere you want to go. you guys look at the humongous christmas tree they placed in the center of the plaza, and you ask someone walking by if you can get a picture of the two of you in front of him. this way, tsukki can’t complain and will be semi-forced to pose with you hehe. you thought he’d just be standing there, arms to his side with a nonchalant expression but you actually feel him put his arm around your waist and lean his head down on top of yours.

you can’t help the cheeky smile show on your face as you tiptoe just enough to reach his cheek, and once the guy said, “ok one more!” you steal a kiss on the side of tsukki’s small smile. “hey, what was—” “thanks, mister!! happy holidays!!” you avoid his stare, and get your phone back from the guy as you scroll through the pics he took (thank god only a few were blurry). tsukki keeps glaring at you, and you understand he’s not big into pda but uh, he started it with holding you close to him like that >:( “what?? you look so cute here, though!!” you whine to him, hoping he doesn’t ask that you delete it :( tsukki gives it a once over, a warm feeling creeping on his cheeks as he studies the picture: damn, is he whipped for you. he dismisses the overreaction on his part (for once), and takes your hand in his once more, asking where it is you wanted to go next. you’re surprised he left it like that, but you’re taking advantage of this situation and drag him to more festive stuff around the plaza <3

with your parents spending the holidays abroad and working overtime, tsukki’s mom invited you to their place instead and you’re!! more than happy and oh so grateful!! tsukki doesn’t show it but he’s actually extremely nervous,, what if you don’t like his family?? what if his brother is too annoying for you, what if this isn’t the kind of in-laws you were expecting— wait, he’s thinking too far ahead and you’re looking at him with raised eyebrows. quick! he turns away from your gaze, biting his lip at getting caught with his overthinking. “tsukki, you okay?” you ask gently, looping your arm around his as you guys near his house. “yeah…” he responds lamely, and you’re not sure if he wanted you at his house for the holidays or what… but you shake the negativity away and tell yourself that this is an opportunity to show your own personality to his family!! you’re greeted by a boisterous even taller guy at the door, and his also really tall mom waving at you from the kitchen, finishing up the grand dinner. “mom and i thought you were just pretending about your relationship, tsukki~” akiteru nudges him, and you chuckle at your boyfriend’s helpless look on his face, as if telling you this is what i dealt with during my childhood. but the holiday celebration with his family went super smooth!! his mom cooked amazing homemade dishes, and tsukki was actually smiling and laughing along the poor jokes akiteru made, it was so endearing to watch. you asked to help with the clean up as tsukki and his brother play volleyball outside in the cold.

“i’m so glad he has you,” his mom comforts you, and you nod your head in thanks while you wipe the plates clean. “i’ve never seen him so… cheerful like this, you know?” what a heartwarming thing to say :(( and yet you thought he was just finally letting loose because he’s at home!! his mom turns in early that eve of christmas, and his brother goes out to have a nightly beer sesh with his hometown friends before christmas morning tomorrow. you and tsukki are left alone in his room as you marvel at the many dinosaur related merch, posters, and even stuffies he has in his childhood room!! “don’t say it,” he threatens you lightly, even though you’ve been well-aware of his fascination for the species. a little tired from the trip earlier and ngl you’re both full from the food, you lay down on the floor, pillows supporting your sleepy heads as tsukki shares the other side of his earphones. you listen to calming, lofi music for the night and at some point, he finds your fingers in his again. “thank you for having me, tsukki,” you whisper with a yawn, remembering the night days ago where you cried into his shoulder about missing your own family during this season. tsukki doesn’t respond as he hears your light snoring, and instead turns his body towards you as he caresses the side of your face, smiling at the beauty before him. “you’re always welcome here, dummy. you’ll always have me.”

bokuto koutarou

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ oof!! so many holiday parties!! gift giving exchanges!! dancing and singing, drinking and having the time of your lives! of course, bokuto asks first and foremost if you’re okay going to all of these celebrations with him as he has gathered a lot of friends from different majors, clubs, and such. you didn’t expect to come with him to all of them, tbh, but since he seems so excited to bring you along you found yourself nodding along! OOPS, what a wild ride it was to meet friends you didn’t even know he had. first, bokuto asked you to help him find some gifts for the exchange parties and you comply— you love thinking up presents for diff kinds of people! “would akaashi want this?” he points at a set of compression socks for sports “you’d want that more, bo” “oh oh!! how about this for kuroo?!” he leads you to the beauty section, hairspray littering the aisle “i think that’s more of an insult than a gift…” he’ll pout at his failure to think of the best gifts for his friends, but you cling to him with your linked arms and tell him not to worry— you kinda figured the kind of people his best friends are, so you suggest things off the bat: film roll for akaashi the photography minor, a mug with a pun-ny chem joke for kuroo, and a new case for kenma’s switch lite!! “wah! you know them better than i do,” he exclaims, eyes shining in excitement as you bring the gifts and other extra stuff to his apartment to help him wrap them. with this, bokuto came up with an idea to wrap the presents in the most creative way possible, and you just stare at him in awe as he tries to disguise the mug as.. a gingerbread man?? you don’t even know how he did it! as you tape up the finishing touches with the others, you eye a small gift wrapped box on the island counter along with a card next to it, all glittery and a name scribbled on top that you can’t make out where you were seated.

“hey, bo, who’s that for?” you point at the suspecting box, and almost immediately bokuto body slams you on the ground, obstructing your view of the gift. “bokuto i can’t breathe—” you wheeze, laughing at the way he scrambles to get up from the position but his feet slips against the unused wrapping paper on the floor. “sorry, sorry i just— STOP LOOKING” he pleads, caging you with his arms either side your figure. the both of you pause, realizing the predicament you’re in until bokuto unleashes a sly smirk, eyes pointed at you with a mischievous glint. you know that look, so you start wiggling out of his way until he plops down on you again (mind you, he’s MANY inches taller than you and his built...whew, but that’s part of the problem right now!!) and blows raspberries on your neck, the audacity!! “tell me,” he whispers against your ear after a while, voice suddenly low in tone and your senses perk up. “have you been naughty or nice recently?” he continues hoarsely, and it doesn’t take long until you burst out laughing at his attempt of being flirty right now. he finally releases you, feigns hurt from your reaction but he knows what a goofball he is.

anyway, you put all the gifts in the car and head to the many parties he was invited to!! and honestly, you enjoyed yourself albeit it got really tiring to show up with much enthusiasm compared to the last. but bokuto on the other hand never runs out of energy for some reason!! he’s still winning the games, singing his heart out with his friends, and trying all the foods in the potluck, even shamelessly!! feeding you too! it’s embarrassing >< but in a way your heart swells with the thought of bokuto being very openly proud of his relationship with you, and how his friends seem to like you as well! pictures were taken, holiday spirits and gifts were exchanged and finally, he’s free for the night <3 you’ve been waiting for the right moment to give him your personal gift to your boyf (it’s an edited picture of the two of you at one of his winning games!! you can’t draw for sht but you are the best at adding lil stickers and cute petnames all around the photo hehe) you had it inserted in a picture frame too so the gift was relatively medium sized and rectangular. when you crash at his place, you ready yourself to give it to him, having second thoughts with how corny it must seem like… as you psych yourself up on the couch, you feel his arms suddenly wrap themselves around you as he starts peppering your neck with lazy kisses. your chest tightens, eyes closed at the warmth of his lips on your skin but— you can’t get distracted!! “bo, i have something for you—” “i saved the best gift for last—” o, you say it at the same time and so you look at each other with blank stares, and then laugh at your awkwardness!!

he lets you go first, your nerves slowly dissipating at the excited gleam in his irises, he’s so cute!! as he unwraps it, he hitches a breath, looks at you then the picture and you again and— let’s say your face was just full on bokuto territory only ;-) as much as you were enjoying his attention all on you, his gift wasn’t opened yet!! bokuto went from confident to shy mode again, hiding his face with only one eye peeking out to watch you…. for some reason, since it was a tiny box you blurted out, “don’t tell me it’s a ring, bo.” as a joke but bokuto suddenly freezes at your words. and you had to stop unboxing to make sure he doesn’t go all pale on you, but also??? was he really???? GOING TO???-- “DID YOU WANT ME TO GET YOU A RING?? I CAN RETURN THE EARRINGS TODAY, I THINK I STILL HAVE THE RECEIPT—” “bo, it’s okay!!! omg no T_T” you take his hands off his face to look at him lovingly, a kiss on his pouty lips as you reassure him his presence is all that you can ever want, but whatever it was he gave you, you’ll cherish just the same!! so finally, once you take the lid off the box you see an adorable pair of owl earrings!! it’s so cute and it reminds you of him and thats probably why he got that for you :’)))) “i also wrote you a letter but please read it when i’m asleep or something…” aww shy bokuto!! >< you never thought you’d see the day :’)

kuroo tetsurou

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ man.. i just know this guy wouldn’t want to let leave… the bed… with him… on christmas day. imagine something like having to stay until he can for his duties at work which ended up til late christmas eve :( you were looking forward to spending time with him back at his hometown since you don’t necessarily celebrate the specific holiday, but being with tetsurou for almost a year now and knowing he does— you wanted it to be special and memorable for him! he felt really bad making you stay at his apartment until he finishes up work, really zooming through all the documents and stuff he needed to complete just so he can spend at least a few hours of christmas eve with you. when he got home, his heart dropped to his stomach at the sight of you falling asleep on the couch, right next to the lit up christmas tree you two decorated a week ago (thats how busy he has been! you opted to fix the tree yourself, but tetsu insisted on doing it together since it’s your first holiday with him!). your favorite blanket was wrapped around you but your feet were dangling midway with no socks on and he just >:( had to carry you to bed and tuck you in— all of you!!

he changes to a sweater and pjs before readying himself to carry you against his chest. his own body is exhausted from working non-stop, but he doesn’t let it get to him as he passes by the hallway and plops you gently on your side of the bed. you stir groggily, eyes refusing to open but you notice your surroundings are different. the room is dimly lit but the figure walking around the place isn’t amiss; with his hair sticking up and his wide shoulders, you know it’s your tired boyfriend finally home for the holidays. you smile, still sleep-induced but you try to reach over for him. “tetsu… come to bed, please,” you mumble but he hears you, and his back is against you but he smiles at your half-awake tone. “i’ll be right there,” he lets you know softly, and true to his word you feel the dip in the mattress with his warmth slowly exuding onto your own body, his hands easily finding themselves over you. you wiggle into his grasp, head against his chest and hands holding onto his waist. he feels warm, he feels like home, and you press a kiss where his neck meets his collarbones. “mm, merry christm…” you mutter, losing consciousness but he doesn’t mind. he lets you snore your way into dreamland, watching your eyelashes tickle the surface of your skin, lips partly open as you breathe in and out. suddenly, his tense muscles relax with your presence oh so close to you, and he sleeps soundly after a few minutes of admiring your face.

as the sunlight filters thru the windows, kuroo wakes up first but knowing it’s his day off (finally), he relaxes into the bed and just observes the tiny details of your face, same as the night before but with some of the brightly shining rays of the sun hitting the right spots— you’re breathtaking to him. he feels you stir in his embrace so he pretends to snore because he knows you like to get up as soon as you feel awake. “tetsu…” you mumble, popping out your head from his grasp to peer your eyes at him pretending to not hear you. “you’re a lousy liar, i know you’re up,” you tell him, rubbing your nose against him as a form of an eskimo kiss. it takes so much out of his restraint to bite his lip in pure love for you, so he gives in and kisses you on the lips.

you are taken aback for a split second until you comply to his request, and you spend your first christmas morning with him in bed just like that <3 he still asks if you guys can spend the whole day just tangled into each other’s embrace but you lecture him playfully, knowing that he had a christmas party to attend to in the afternoon with his closest friends (bokuto, akaashi, kenma, and others) and you have a lovely dinner planned in the evening. he wiggles his eyebrows, fingertips tracing the exposed skin on your chest, “what if we skip all of that and i just have you for dinner instead?” “KUROO TETSUROU IT IS TOO EARLY FOR YOU TO SAY THAT RIGHT NOW—” you swear to god, it is his teasing and malicious intent that will kill you one day. but the blush on your face doesn’t go unnoticed, and yet kuroo complies with your light nagging, getting up and getting ready for the day. you’re happy that he finally has the day off, and being with his friends during the party truly lightened up his mood. afterwards, he then asks where you got a reservation during the busiest time of the year, and you just winked at him and zipped your mouth.

since you ate a bit at the party, you knew you had some time to finish prepping the food you had prepared the night before, it all just needed to bake or be cooked on the pan. and bec of his exhaustion last night, he didn’t even open the fridge at all so there were zero suspicious at your surprise dinner. urging him to take a long, hot bath, he drags you with him. “you seriously want me to take a bath by myself?” he says in shock horror, and normally you would join him hah but you tell him that your parents are calling, just wanting to say hello. a little sad, kuroo nods in understanding and so he goes about his way while you cook the food with haste. he likes to take his time in there but you know you won’t finish beforehand, so once he’s out of the bathroom, you immediately go right in front of him to hide the view of the kitchen. you played yourself, seeing kuroo only in his bathrobe with his chest exposed, you slap him right at the center to ignore the sensation in the pit of your stomach. “what?? what’d i do???” “existing right in front of me like that!!” kuroo laughs at your embarrassment, but kisses you on the forehead nonetheless. he ignores the obvious smell of pasta and chicken in the apartment, ignores the messy apron you forgot to take off because he thinks you really wanted to surprise him. so he goes to the room to change, thinking about how lucky he is to have you in his life. the rest of the night ends up with the both of you having a romantic dinner in the dining room, talking about everything you already know about each other—but it never feels repetitive. he always feels so renewed with you, falling in love every day.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu au #tsukishima kei imagines #tsukishima kei scenarios #kuroo tetsuro imagines #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #bokuto imagines #bokuto scenarios #tsukishima au #bokuto au #kuroo tetsuro au #haikyuu headcanons #tsukki:hc #bokuto:hc #kuroo:hc #hqf.jiae

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thelastchair · 3 years

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Powder Magazine

(Written by Sam Cox - December 28, 2020)

Growing up in Montana, my winter free time was consumed by skiing. Big Sky was the destination when I was barely old enough to walk. Eventually we made the move to Bozeman and Bridger Bowl became my second home. During the early years, my family made the trek to a handful of Warren Miller movies when they were on tour in the fall and Snow Country was the magazine subscription that landed on the coffee table. I was vaguely aware of Jackson Hole, Snowbird and Squaw Valley and my father would occasionally regale me with tales of skiing (read Après) in Germany when he was in the Army. At some level, I already understood that there was something special about Bridger, but realistically, my sphere of outside influence was quite small. Christmas of 1989 turned my entire world upside down. My aunt and uncle are longtime Salt Lake City residents and Brighton skiers. Typically they would send a package each year with the customary cookies, toffee and a card. However, this year they sent two VHS tapes and a magazine - Ski Time, Blizzard of Aahhh’s and a copy of Powder. Things would never be the same for me. Scot Schmidt became my hero, Greg Stump was taking skiing into uncharted territory and above it all, Powder created an eloquent voice for our sport and was the fabric that held things together. Even at my young age, everything that I’d intuitively sensed before was distilled into a potent desire to devote myself to the simple pursuit of being a skier.

Johan Jonsson, Engelberg, Switzerland - Photo: Mattias Fredriksson/POWDER

Powder was founded in Sun Valley by the Moe brothers in 1972 as an annual portfolio of The Other Ski Experience. After several years of running the magazine, Jake and David Moe sold Powder to the owner of Surfer Magazine. A repurposed aircraft hangar in San Juan Capistrano became the new home of skiing’s most prestigious publication. Over time, there was an ebb and flow to the size of staff and cast of characters, each person leaving their unique mark. For decades Powder weathered corporate acquisitions, office relocations and the constant metamorphosis of the ski industry - never losing its voice, Powder remained the benchmark. It was a source of creativity, inspiration and a defacto annal of history. For many it was also a shining beacon, a glimpse into a world filled with deep turns and iconic destinations - even if this world could only be inhabited inside the constructs of your imagination.

My story and the impact Powder had on the direction I would take is hardly unique. The magazine left an indelible impression on countless skiers. When the news broke this fall that operations were being suspended indefinitely, a heartbroken community took to social media to pay homage to the magazine and how it changed their lives and in some cases, careers. This is my version of a tribute and it’s definitely not perfect. In order to gain some perspective, I reached out to former staff members - a collective I admire and respect. It’s an attempt to articulate the essence of Powder, capture its influence on the skiing landscape and give credit to the people who made it come to life.

Bernie Rosow, Mammoth Mountain, CA - Photo: Christian Pondella/POWDER

HANS LUDWIG - The Jaded Local

“Skiing has always been really tribal and one of the last vestiges of having an oral history. Powder was a unique concept, because they weren’t really concerned with the family market. They were just concerned about being really into skiing. Growing up in Colorado and skiing moguls, my coaches Robert and Roger were featured in the early Greg Stump films. Being in their orbit, I knew a little bit about skiing culture and what was going on out there, but didn’t have the whole picture. The Stump films resonated with me, but Ski/Skiing Magazines didn’t really do it for me. Powder was the door that opened things culturally, it was the only entry point before Blizzard of Aahhh’s.”

“Something that nobody gives Powder credit for, is sponsoring the Greg Stump, TGR and MSP movies and giving them full support right from their inception. It legitimized those companies and helped them become one of the catalysts for change and evolution in skiing. Ultimately this change would have happened, but at a much slower pace without the support of Powder. Getting support from Powder meant they’d weeded out the posers and kooks and what they were backing wasn’t something or someone that was “aspiring” they were a cut above.”

“Powder brought a lot of things into the mainstream, raised awareness and helped to legitimize them: Jean-Marc Boivin, Patrick Vallencant, Pierre Tardivel, telemarking, monoskiing, snowboarding, the JHAF, Chamonix, La Grave, Mikaela Shiffrin, fat skis pre McConkey, skiing in South America….the list goes on.”

“I had some rowdy trips with Powder. Writing “Lost In America,” I went Utah-Montana-Fernie-Banff-Revelstoke via pickup truck, only backcountry skiing and camping in the mud. It was a month plus. I did another month plus in Nevada, which was after back to back Jackson and Silverton. Total time was two plus months. That was fucked up, I was super loose after that whole thing. So many sketchy days with total strangers”

“People forget that Powder was around long before the advent of the fucking pro skier. Starting in 1996, the magazine was in the impact zone of the ski industrial complex. There is limited space for content each season. It was a challenge to balance the pressure coming from the athletes and brands to cover something that was going to make them money vs. staying true to the Moe brothers original intent and profiling an eccentric skier, a unique location or even fucking ski racing.”

Full Circle - Photo: MJ Carroll

KEITH CARLSEN - Editor

“When I was young, Ski/Skiing didn’t do anything for my spirit, but Powder lit me up. It ignited a passion in diehard skiers and gave them a voice and community. It was focused on the counter culture - the type of people who rearrange their lives to ski. This was in direct opposition to other magazines that were targeting rich people, trying to explain technique, sell condos or highlight the amenities at a ski area.”

“Skiing has always been my outlet and mechanism to get away from things in life. My two talents are writing and photography, so I enrolled at Western State with the direct goal of landing an internship at Powder. Even at 19, I had complete focus on the direction I wanted to take. If it didn’t work out, my backup plan was to be a ski bum. 48 hours after graduating, I was headed to southern California to live in my van and start my position at Powder. When the decision was made to close the magazine, it was really personal for me. Powder had provided me direction in life for the last 30 years and I needed some time to process it. In a way, it was almost like going to a funeral for a good friend - even though it’s gone, the magazine lives on in all of us and can never be taken away.”

“It was, and will always remain, one of my life’s greatest honors to serve as the editor-in-chief for Powder Magazine. It was literally a dream that came true. I’m so grateful for everyone who came before me and everyone who served after me. That opportunity opened literally hundreds of doors for me and continues to do so today. I owe the magazine a massive debt of gratitude. Every single editor was a warrior and fought for the title with their lives. They were doing double duty - not only from competition with other publications, but the internal struggle of budget cuts, staff reductions and trying to do more with less. Powder never belonged in the hands of a corporation. The magazine spoke to an impassioned community and never made sense to an accountant or on a ledger.”

Trevor Petersen, Mt. Serratus, BC - Photo: Scott Markewitz/POWDER

SIERRA SHAFER - Editor In Chief

“Powder celebrated everything that is good and pure in skiing. It highlighted the old school, the new and the irreverent. The magazine also called bullshit when they saw it. It was a checkpoint, a cultural barometer and an honest reflection on where skiing has been and where it’s going.”

“My involvement with Powder came completely out of left field. I was never an intern or established in the ski industry. My background was strictly in journalism, I was a skier living in Southern California and editing a newspaper. I knew that I wanted to get the fuck out of LA and Powder was that opportunity. It was a huge shift going from my job and life being completely separate to work becoming my life. Literally overnight, Powder became everything - friends, connections and part of my identity. It derailed my trajectory in the best possible way.”

Brad Holmes, Donner Pass, CA - Photo: Dave Norehad/POWDER

MATT HANSEN - Executive Editor

“Keith Carlsen was a man of ideas, he had tremendous vision and influence. He came up with the ideas for Powder Week and the Powder Awards in 2001. In some respects those two events saved the magazine.”

“Powder was the soul of skiing and kept the vibe, it changed people’s lives and inspired them to move to a ski town. As a writer I always wanted to think it was the stories that did that, but in truth it was the photography. Images of skiing truly became an art form, 100% thanks to Powder Magazine and Dave Reddick. Dave cultivated and mentored photographers, he was always searching for the unpredictable image from around the world and pressed the photographers to look at things from a different angle.”

“It sounds cliche, but writing a feature about Chamonix was the highlight for me. Sitting on the plane, things were absolutely unreal. I linked up with Nate Wallace and the whole experience from start to finish was out of my comfort zone. Ducking ropes to ski overhead pow on the Pas De Chèvre, walking out of the ice tunnel on a deserted Aiguille du Midi right as the clouds parted, late nights in town that were too fuzzy to recall. The energy of the place taught me a lot. I didn’t have a smartphone and there was no Instagram - I had time to write, observe, take notes and be present with who I was and with the experience. As a writer it didn’t get any better.”

“The true gift of working for Powder, was the once in a lifetime adventures that I wish I could have shared with my family, I was so lucky to have had those opportunities. It almost brought tears to me eyes.”

Peter Romaine, Jackson Hole, WY - Photo: Wade McKoy/POWDER

DAVE REDDICK - Director of Photography

“Just ski down there and take a photo of something, for cryin’ out loud!” “I’ve found that channeling McConkey has been keeping it in perspective. Powder’s been shuttered. That sucks. What doesn’t suck is the good times and the people that have shared the ride thus far and I’m just thankful to be one of them. There’s been some really kind sentiments from friends and colleagues, but this must be said - Every editor (especially the editors), every art director (I’ve driven them nuts), every publisher and sales associate, every photographer, writer, and intern, and all the others behind the scenes who’ve ever contributed their talents get equal share of acknowledgment for carrying the torch that is Powder Mag. There’s hundreds of us! No decision has ever been made in a vacuum. Always a collective. At our best, we’ve been a reflection of skiers everywhere and of one of the greatest experiences in the world. It’s that community, and that feeling, that is Powder. I’m not sure what’s next and I’m not afraid of change but” “There’s something really cool about being scared. I don’t know what!”

Scot Schmidt, Alaska - Photo: Chris Noble/POWDER

DEREK TAYLOR - Editor

“Powder was the first magazine dedicated to the experience and not trying to teach people how to ski. It was enthusiast media focused on the soul and culture. It’s also important to highlight the impact Powder had outside of skiing - today you have the Surfer’s Journal effect where every sport wants that type of publication. However, prior to their inception, everybody wanted a version of Powder.”

“Neil Stebbins and Steve Casimiro deserve a lot of credit for the magazine retaining its voice and staying true to the core group of skiers it represented.”

“Keith Carlsen is responsible for the idea behind Super Park. This was a time when skiing had just gone through a stale phase. There was a newfound energy in park skiing and younger generations, this event helped to rebrand Powder and solidify its goal of being all inclusive. Racing, powder, park, touring - it’s all just skiing.”

Joe Sagona, Mt. Baldy, CA - Photo: Dave Reddick/POWDER

JOHNNY STIFTER - Editor In Chief

“What did Powder mean to me... Well, everything. As a reader and staffer, it inspired me and made me laugh. I learned about local cultures that felt far away and learned about far away cultures that didn’t feel foreign, if that makes sense.”

“But I cherished those late nights the most, making magazines with the small staff. Despite the deadline stress, I always felt so grateful to be working for this sacred institution and writing and editing for true skiers. We all just had so much damn fun. And it didn’t hurt meeting such passionate locals at hallowed places, like Aspen and Austria, that I once dreamed of visiting and skiing. The Powder culture is so inclusive and so fun, I never felt more alive.”

Doug Coombs, All Hail The King - Photo: Ace Kvale/POWDER

HEATHER HANSMAN - Online Editor

“Powder is a lifestyle and an interconnected circle of people. It’s about getting a job offer at Alta, opening your home to random strangers, locking your keys in your car and getting rescued by a friend you made on a trip years ago. Through the selfish activity of skiing, you can create a community of people you cherish and can depend on through highs and lows.”

Ashley Otte, Mike Wiegele Heli, BC - Photo: Dave Reddick/POWDER

The contributions of so many talented individuals made the magazine possible. I would like to express my sincere gratitude to everyone who shared their experience at Powder with me. Also, I want to thank Porter Fox and David Page for crafting inspiring feature stories that I enjoyed immensely over the years.

After the reality set in that the final issue had arrived, a void was created for generations of skiers. I’ve been focused on being thankful for what we had, rather than sad it’s gone. It’s a challenging time for print media and I wholeheartedly advocate supporting the remaining titles in anyway you can. In a culture driven by a voracious appetite for mass media consumption and instant gratification - I cherish the ritual of waiting for a magazine to arrive, appreciating the effort that went into creating the content and being able to have that physical substance in my hand. Thanks for everything Powder, you are missed, but your spirit lives on.

Captain Powder - Photo: Gary Bigham/POWDER

#skiing #powder #last chair #powder magazine #the other ski experience #the skiers magazine

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inclineto · 3 years

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In memory of Jacob Tewxbury 3rd son of Mr. Jacob & Mrs. Rebecca Tewxbury who died July 16, 1801, Aged 5 years. The grave is near the cradle seen / The moment swiftly past between.

1661 Cemetery, Manchester-by-the-Sea

(anyway, never tell me that canard that grieving a child’s death is a purely modern phenomenon)

#i have no tag for mortality #'oh phooey to Death!'#adventures in the 18th century #god bless the 19th century #seasonal photography cliches #insiders outside #...those are ghost children aren't they?#et in arcadia ego

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wordlessbabbling · 4 years

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Gun metal and daisies (Thomas Shelby)

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Dorothy Monroe is a petite woman with a heart too big for her chest. She's pure, kind, she looked at the world and determined all the colours of nature were miracles and needed to be remembered.

She's loved photography ever since her father brought a camera home and even had a gift with the newly designed lenses ever since she could wrap her small hands around the clunks of metal.

Thomas Shelby: gangster; and war hero; he reads the devils script as if it were the morning newspaper - the list will go on. I don't need to say much more, you already know him.

The Shelby family, as part of Tommy's expansion plan, bought a large area of the woods on the outskirts of Small Heath, far away from the Birmingham smog, there they built safe houses and kept heavy machinery; maybe even once they kept a large crate of stolen guns, supposedly belonging to the Government.

Unbeknownst to Dorothy, who stumbled around the woods (a bulky camera in hand), she had explored the woods many times, taking photos of all the things that shined bright enough, but had never come across the peculiar buildings that held many dangers.

That is, of course, until she knocks upon one of the doors, ready to give an earful to whoever had built over this precious patch of land, only to come face to face with one Thomas Shelby.

-loosely follows the plot of season 1-

*disclaimer* I do not own the Peaky Blinders or any of Steven Knights characters, only the story of Dorothy and her own plot line.

This trope is cliche and overused, but idc, I like it.

#thomas #thomasshelby #tommy #tommy shelby #tommyshelby #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby x oc #thomasshelbyfluff #thomas shelby fluff #fluff #photography #baking #peakyblinders #peaky blinders #peaky blinders story #romance

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tropicanamotel · 4 years

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Tagged by @loveofmylifes 🌙🌵💕🔮

Name: madeline

Nickname(s): maddie

Zodiac: aquarius (which I take great pride in because it's my favorite sign)

Height: 5'2

Languages: English

Nationality: American

Favorite season: summer forever

Favorite flowers: lilacs, bridal wreath spirea (tho technically it's a shrub but idc), and hydrangea

Favorite scent: clean laundry, the smell of the bathroom after a long shower, all the scents of summer

Favorite fictional character: Tommy from The Man Who Fell to Earth, Tony and Elvira from Scarface, and everyone in Twin Peaks. I also forever love Wendy from The Shining.

Coffee, Hot Tea, Hot Chocolate: COFFEE but I have a soft spot for tea too

Average sleep: never enough. I'm a night owl and I'm always up late doing weird stuff

Dog or cat person: cat person, for sure, but I love dogs too (as long as they aren't scary lolol)

Number of blankets: a lot

Dream trip: this is cliche but I want to do a road trip across the states so badly

Blog established: 2015

Random fact: I'm currently infatuated with this one boy and this is the first crush I've had where the other person isn't way older than me & it actually has a chance of working out and not being completely doomed like my previous ~romantic interests~. this has turned me into a dumb, lovesick mess and it's got me fucked up

Gender: female

Current time: 12:45 pm

Favorite artists: bowie, the stones, blondie, lana, alice cooper, elton john, fleetwood mac, joni mitchell... the list could go on forever

Song stuck in my head: I'll Haunt You by Tennis. this song and the entire album it's from are amazing & I highly, highly recommend it if you like 70s/80s easy listening and want good music to bop to while driving

Last movie I saw: Encounter With The Unknown

Last thing I googled: NYS fair 2020

Other blogs: yep, my photography blog @julyheatwaves

Do I get asks: rarely, and when I do, they're weird as fuck

Reasons for URL: the real life tropicana motel in California where all the cool kids were chilling in the 70s. here is a link detailing how perfect it is

Lucky number: I don't have one but I wish I did

Currently wearing: bell bottoms and a sweater

Dream job: being able to survive financially as an artist

Favorite foods: Italian food is the best

Instruments: I used to play piano but I don't play anything these days 💔

Favorite song: Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis by Tom Waits, Blackstar by Bowie, Terrence Loves You by Lana, Rapture by Blondie, Sara by Fleetwood Mac, and tons more that could fill an entire book.

I tag @laurelcanyon1969 @paisley-baby @freakscircus @bresblog @sleepwalkmotel and idk who else so I tag everyone who sees this 🌞

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manycoloureddays · 4 years

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1. When you were little, what did you think you’d be when you grew up? Did your reality (or your future plans) come close to that?

There were So Many Things I wanted to be when I was little. I wanted to work with horses, be a marine biologist, an astronaut, an archaeologist, a museum curator, a cat burglar, an artist, an actor. But mostly I scribbled pages and pages in notebooks and made people ‘books’ for their birthdays and dictated my first ever picture book to my mother to write for me when I was four, so I think attempting to publish now means that I’m fairly close!

2. Do you think of yourself as an urban, suburban, or rural person?

For most of my life I’ve thought of myself as an urban person, I suppose. I’ve always lived in the inner suburbs of Melbourne, spent loads of time in the city. I always thought I felt most comfortable there. But the older I get, the more I realise that might now be true for my whole life. We shall see...

3. Do you decorate with carefully matched pieces, or are you eclectic?

It very eclectic. No planning, just gut feeling and happenstance. Lots of books, lots of colour, lots of photos of the people and places I love, lots of art. Everything thrown together.

4. Are you the photographer of your group/family, or do you always want to be in the photos?

I don’t enjoy having my photo taken necessarily, but I do like having photos to look back on. Whether it’s of big events or just hanging out with friends. I think it’s pretty well balanced though. My parents both took photography at uni when they met, so we grew up having our photos taken and being taught how to properly frame an image.

5. Do your thoughts come to you in words (like conversations with yourself) or pictures (abstract, ideas, visions)?

Both. I have conversations with myself, just have the voice in my head going on and on about who knows what, and I see things like a movie in my head too. I associate memories with particular colours too, so it’s a big old mish mash in there.

6. Do you have changing weather seasons where you live, or a relatively continuous climate? Do you wish you lived in the opposite?

Melbourne is very seasonal, and there’s a cliche about Melbourne having four seasons in a day that often turns out to be largely true. It’s very changeable here. You just have to remember to take your umbrella and sunscreen with you everywhere.

7. When you don’t have obligations, what is your ideal, natural time to get up? To go to bed?

Ideally, I’d like to be sleeping around midnight, up around 8. But with the insomnia and anxiety it’s more like sleeping around 4, up around 11.

8. Do you cook? Bake? Or do you prefer to have someone else to that?

I do both. I think I prefer cooking. There’s something about going off book that appeals. I tend to make things up most of the time anyway. I love having other people cook for me, but I also love to cook for people.

9. Which way do you put your toilet paper? Up and over so it hangs in front? Or dangling below? Does it bother you if it’s done the other way?

I always change it so it hangs over the front. I don’t complain about it if other people don’t, but I do passive aggressively change it until they learn!

10. If you had a lot of money, what would be the first selfish, frivolous thing you would do with it? (Not for other people, not for practical purposes, but fun and just because you want to.)

A house by the ocean, somewhere far away from responsibilities, with a garden where I can grow veggies and herbs and have at least one dog, and a room with huge windows that I can look out of a see the sea, with wall to wall bookshelves and a big desk with a comfy chair that I can sit in with my legs crossed and write. I know it says not for practical purposes, and this isn’t. This is for fantastical purposes!

This was fun! I was tagged by the always lovely @peacefulboo , and I’ll tag @pantsaretherealheroes, @broromini, @leiaorganathegeneral , @tavia-blake, @colourfulchandelier and @softbrobarnes, with zero pressure, and anyone else who wants in!!

#about me #that meme thing #kinda

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cactiem · 4 years

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rules: answer ten 10 questions, ask 10, and tag 10 people

I was tagged by @lotsoffandomimagines and @moonlit-imagines

What’s your favourite thing about yourself? Why? - I like me smiling because I just like smiling and making people's day brighter

Do you prefer tea, coffee, or hot chocolate? - so I’m actually not much of a hot drinks person but I prefer hot chocolate. I like the white chocolate one with a splash of milk

Where do you live? If you could live anywhere else where would it be? - I live in England. If I could I’d either live in Canada or New Zealand or maybe Norway (I’ve not been so I’d probably have to check it out soon)

What are your top 5 celebrity crushes? - I really cannot think of any right now

If you won a million dollars what would you do with it? - it’s probably cliche but I’d give some to my mum, maybe take her on holiday

What’s your favourite type of snack food? - chocolate. I’m such a snack person so I’ve got loads but that’s probably my favourite. I love white chocolate and I’m partial to milk.

If you could live in any fictional universe which one would it be? - probably marvel but I’d prefer the tv series instead of the movies

Do you have three book recommendations? - I don’t read much but I enjoyed letters to the lost by brigid kemmerer. That’s one of my favourites I’ve read.

Put your playlist on shuffle and tell us the first five songs that play - Chanel slides, heartless, district, cash shit, swerve

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be and why? - my feet. They’re big so I can’t get good shoes in sales xD

What is your dream job? - I’m hoping to go to uni to study accounting so something with that.

What was the first fandom you were in, how old were you, and who introduced you to it? - it was PLL. I got into it because the first season dvd was cheap on amazon and I think I was about 12?

What fictional character do you wish you could be friends with and why? - Peter Parker. I think he’s kinda weird like me so we’d get along and have fun

Do you like clowns? - Nope.

What music genre do you enjoy the most? - I listen to a lot of rap/r&b but I like pop as well.

Describe your style - comfy and funky bi

Someone gave you a real, working lightsaber. what’s the plan now? - call my friend up who loves Star Wars and take cool pics.

Do you like taking/being in photos? - I love taking pics (a shameless shoutout but here’s my photography side blog @cactiemphotos). Don’t really like being in them though as I’m awkward

Be honest, how many stuffed animals do you have? - a lot

Water, fire, earth, or air? - earth

My questions:

Do you have any pets? If so what do you have? If not would you like any?

What’s your go to song to listen to that makes you happy?

Have you travelled anywhere? If not where’d you like to go?

If you could speak any languages, what three would you choose (on top of the ones you can speak now)?

If you could have a superpower what would you choose and why?

If you could only save three things what would you save (in this scenario your family/friends/pets are already out)?

What’s your favourite decade and why?

What’s your favourite season and why?

Do you prefer going to the cinema or watching films at home?

What’s your favourite meal?

Tagging: @myriadimagines @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @biscottibitch @lilhemmo @playbucky @lotsoflovefromlea @connerkennt @clarkimagines @imaginesbymk (sorry if you’ve already been tagged!)

#tagged

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macquillian · 4 years

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is that LIZ GILLIES? no, that’s just CRYSTAL 'CHRIS' MACQUILLIAN. SHE is TWENTY-FOUR years old and is a PHOTOGRAPHER & WAITRESS AT SUNSHINE DINER. rumor has it they’ve been in town for TWO MONTHS. on a good day, they’re LAIDBACK & ADAPTABLE. but watch out! they can also be FLIGHTY & SCATTERBRAINED. ON THE WAY BY MARC SCIBILIA plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill! @shstarters

THE STORY

crystal macquillian unlike the prestigious tone of her name was born quite literally on the open road – and maybe that’s exactly where the tone for her entire life was set.

she grew up in vancouver, bc, skating by on charm and minimal effort. you’d be more likely seeing her having a good time on the trails, on the streets, out at night, than doing schoolwork. being confined wasn’t something she took kindly to.

after high school, she took a gap year to backpack through new zealand and visit sweden and norway and all those cliches to “find herself” and well… she never was quite the same after that. she fell in love with ceaseless movement, not knowing what was coming next, and having the freedom to chose what came next. much to her parents’ disappointment but begrudging support at the same time, she took her college allowance, refurbished the inside of a van with the help of some friends, and picked up a nomadic lifestyle.

she criss-crossed north america for almost another two years in her van, taking photos, blogging, crashing on couches in friends’ houses and cashing in favors when she needed. she lived on a minimal budget, but eventually the money in her account got low and at age twenty-one, she realized maybe she should start figuring out what the hell she was going to do with her life. or at least, what she was going to do next.

it was more luck and the weird turn of the earth that pointed her in a direction. she ended up in prince albert on a friend’s couch. it was a couple nights watching their friend’s younger brother playing for the raiders, a few good shots on her canon, and she had a new path to follow.

she spent time learning the game, learning to anticipate what was next, the next shot, the next greatest THING. it was breathtaking, in some ways — just the energy of it all : not knowing quite what was coming NEXT.

life is ALL about connections, and while chris hadn’t gone to school, didn’t have academic connections persay ; what she did have was a network of friends spread around the entire globe. and so, somehow, with talent pushed forward with a few nudges from friends and choice conversations. she lucked her way into photography passes at NHL games, and finally, finally landed a position with the new york rangers photography team at the beginning of the 17-18 season.

she only ended up with the rangers one season, however. she enjoyed the work but decided to move on. ( actually i wouldn’t be surprised if she slept with a player, and the org found out and fired her... )

however, she stayed in touch with a lot of WAGs she befriended in her time as a ranger photog and they provided some lucrative connections. she got a gig shooting for some magazine in new york and got the opportunity to shoot some a-list celebs. it’s the kind of opportunity you probably don’t turn down, and she was making pretty good money ( saving enough since she shared an apartment with five other girls ), but she ended up quitting after a year and a half. she wasn’t happy doing it, and chris values her happiness over everything.

so she moved again, out of new york to springhill because obviously THAT wasn’t working. honestly she probably picked springhill bc she visited once and liked that vibe and that was good enough. she still doesn’t make all that much between waitressing and freelance, but she never needed a lot and she’s far more content now.

moving from her van to her OWN small apartment was a shock to say the least, but she’s finally getting accustomed to it. having a more permanent place is WEIRD but she’s finding she doesn’t hate it. she still has her van, of course ; she’s been saving to fix replace the brakes on it.

MISC

in pretty much all facets of her life, she goes by chris mac. she thinks that crystal macquillian sounds like the posh daughter of a millionaire and honestly,,, that’s so not her. she’s also relatively entertained when she’s hired for freelance work and they expect a guy to show up.

laissez-faire honestly describes chris to a t. if it’s not broke, don’t fix it. she is the epitome of chill, laidback, and adaptable ; doesn’t let much phase her at all. a true neutral, she also goes wherever and does whatever she feels like in the moment and has a very ‘hands-off’ attitude. because of how laidback she is, she can come across as if she doesn’t care or isn’t trying and it’s gotten her fired from a few jobs.

candids are her favorite photos to take --- she thinks people get too stiff and fake when they know a photo is coming.

during her time travelling she kept a pretty extensive blog. she still has it but it’s definitely not as well updated now that she’s “settled down.”

she’s the kinda person that’s flightly ; the type where you’re friends but you might not hear from her in three months and then get a postcard in the mail because she has all her friends’ addresses memorized.

she’s been in a few relationships but nothing’s that’s ever lasted because they’ve all yearned for some sort of long term commitment or grew tired of her nomadic ways ; definitely more the one night stand kinda gal. while she was still on the move she would sent her ex’s postcards too ( probably ended them all ‘wish you were here xoxoxo’ ).

she can sing ( duh ). on the move she would probably pick up gigs in cafes and bars that would have her to make a little extra cash on the spot.

dual american-canadian citizenship

CONNECTIONS

she has literally been everywhere so i’d love her to have some ppl she’s run into before, esp around north american in general… you know like those weird, oh i remember you were that weird girl back in x doing that thing.

she’s pretty friendly ; people she chats to at the diner, regulars, co-workers, and such

someone who like… really wants her to pursue singing for some reason??

maybe an unlikely friendship with someone who challenges her to have more structure in her life — because honestly gal has so little structure it’s a miracle she shows up to work

idk guys i’m so bad at wc

#springhillintro #( so i decided to do it lmao #we'll see how long she lasts )#( spoiler: she still once was a hockey photog but not anymore lmao )

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ddaeng-angmoh · 5 years

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Your Den or Mine?

When Yoongi was abandoned by his creator, he lost himself in the darkness. He had never had any hope for love or even his own humanity. When a human stumbled into his forest he thought that maybe that could change, but he forgot that humans have a mind of their own, and his woman might not like being pulled into his world.

Date: March 1st

Word Count: 5,660

Genre: Angst, Fluff

@yeontanismypresident

As science changed so did the world and its laws of morality. Society had finally found a way to mix the DNA of humans and animals to produce organs for surgeries. Humans no longer had to wait in long lines in order to get the body parts they needed, instead, their own DNA could be used to incubate the needed organs inside of the bodies of animals. The situation was revolutionary and changed the medical field forever. This meant that the race for organ transplants was still large, but suddenly it was so much more manageable. But with this realization the rich started funding projects to make a proper chimera, they wanted to have their own pets. Humans with the features of animals that they could keep and own, something that would be interesting and only draw more attention to their wealth. So it happened, scientists were able to use the medical developments of the organ growing chimeras to make human hybrids. Suddenly the anime cliches of girls with the ears and tails of cats existed, the world was changing and people were frantically trying to see how they could change the dynamics of their lives. Instead of miscarriages, scientists worked to incubate the abandoned eggs and sought to modify them so they could grow into these hybrids. Creatures of every kind were being tested for compatibility. There were canines, amphibians, fish, felines, everything was being tested, but some became more attractive than others. In both looks, and mannerisms.

The hybrids that were grown were seen not seen as humans, after all, they had the DNA of animals coursing through them. They were tagged and told that they were not to be seen on the tier of humans and told they existed for the temporary excitement of their owners. In their race to ignore the possible humanity of their creatures scientists only examined their emotional intelligence. This was because if they tested any further they might have to admit that these hybrids were just as human as the people working on the hybrids. Instead, the focus was on whether the traits of their animal side was dangerous or too odd. If their quirks were too unfamiliar then scientists would attempt to take it from them. If it was too dangerous, they were locked away. They couldn’t be sold, after all, they could harm the people around them without the understanding that their actions were improper.

That was why Yoongi was sitting by a lake, waiting in a damp forest. He had been abandoned long ago, he had been a disaster from the start. He had the honour of being a snake hybrid, not only was he not cute and fluffy, but his sharp teeth and scaled skin intimidated the strongest of buyers. He had lived his life alone in a containment facility. His creator had been enamoured with snakes and had found a breed that reminded him of home. When he produced Yoongi, he had hoped he had made a hybrid that would be as beautiful as its origin and as docile as a common pet. But that was not what happened. Yoongi produced venom much like the mamushi snake he had been derived from, and his attitude was dark and hostile. He was friendly enough, but he had little patience for things that bored him, and he was quick to send away all those that annoyed him. He never had the hope of being adopted, of being a sullen owned half-breed. Though he supposed that was not such a bad thing. Despite that, Yoongi still felt insufferably alone. When the scientist had realized that Yoongi had no hope of being adopted, no chance of being loved, he let him go. He released Yoongi into a forest in a reclusive part of their country and left the hybrid to fend for himself.

Yoongi had hated the scientist for a long time, he had been fearful of going mad, or of dropping into the instinctual mood of his predatory side. But Yoongi had survived, he had managed to make a home in the lonely forest. He had found a cave that was humid in the summer. He had taken to curling up in the heat and relaxing in the warm weather, but when the cold came he would scurry to the back and drop into a hibernate like state. As much as the scientists wished that he was more like the creature he was modelled after, he truly wasn’t. His body was not made to live off of only a few months of food then lie in wait for the warmth. So every season when the heat came back he would pull himself from the cave taunt and malnourished and try to keep going. The strain on his body left him feeling useless, there was nobody and nothing by his side. He felt as though there was little he could do. He wished he could move in the cold, he wished he could go out into society. But he knew the scales that speckled around his eyes, and the sharp point of his teeth made his origins obvious. He could never last in the cold without becoming lethargic, and he could never get adopted with his sullied origins. Yoongi had become well aware that his life was simply to remain in such a strained state. Never warm enough, never full enough, and never content. It was the life he was due simply because a man had played god with his DNA. There was no way for him to escape, at least, that was what he had always thought.

Yoongi’s days of loneliness had ended when he heard giggles in the forest. His fingers had been skimming the cool water of the lake, the smell of rocks and insects had his tongue flicking in his mouth. It took all his control to block out the overwhelming scents of nature, it was then that he smelt something odd. Something man-made, he could smell chemicals in the air, it made his skin crawl and reminded him of his days in the clean room. With a sigh, he pushed himself up and walked along the damp foliage. His shoes were well worn and he could feel everything he stepped on through the thin bottoms, but he was well used to the wet weeds and moist dirt. It was warmest by the lake after all, so it was where he spent his time. The heat from summer would hit the lake and spin the air with such humidity that he could feel his scales shiver with pleasure. He wondered if the humans that were wandering around his forest were seeking the same respite from the cold. Even in the summer it could sneak along the wind and harass his sensitive skin. But it was his home so, with curiosity, he wandered along the trees so he could see the group. Two females were walking along his forest giggling amongst each other. He had no plan to watch them, at least until he saw you. His sharp gaze had landed on you and he watched with fascination. Something about you caught his gaze, he wasn’t sure if it was the way you watched your friend with amusement, laughing as much as you watched out for her. Or if it was because your hands were always ready to steady your friend, as much as you were excited to move along the small path.

"The campground isn’t far, right?“ Your voice was music to his ears, he hadn’t met many women in his time contained. The ones he did were cold and clinical, much like his creator. They prodded him and asked him questions, never speaking with the tender tone you did. He supposed it was your voice that caught him at the start because the chance to hear something so rare and delicate was intoxicating.

"Well, it isn’t much of a campground now.” Your friend spoke warily, with a sheepish look. Her voice was nice, he supposed, but it lacked the delightful lilt you had. So Yoongi tilted his head and watched the girls walk further away, not dwelling any further on your friend. He knew the place she spoke of, and he didn’t think it was good enough for you. The forest used to be a tourist area, but when the local mine shut down the people left the local area and it lost its interest. The campground still existed but much of it had grown over, there were only a few safe areas. So for you, it wouldn’t be comfortable.

"Of course, because when you said I was going to help with your photography project that obviously meant an abandoned campground.“ Your sarcasm was sharp and Yoongi felt his lips curl in amusement as he listened. His steps were silent against the plants as he followed you, he knew your words would disappear if you saw him. A monster like him was only made to create fear after all. So he licked his lips from his stress, and the simple action filled his senses with your scent. He knew the sweet smell was you, who else would smell so delicate?

"Hey, you voted for roughing it.” Your friend smiled at you, and Yoongi wondered if all women could smile as nicely as you did when you looked back at your friend. Yoongi brushed his hair out of his face to see you better, but as he did he saw the speckles of scales that littered his hand. He couldn’t forget his place, he wasn’t just a hybrid, after all, he was also a monster. The teeth that rested in his mouth contained toxic venom, which was most definitely dangerous for humans. The venom was nothing compared the brown and black scales that littered his skin, flowering on his pale skin. Even his looks were abhorrent.

"I didn’t vote for being alone in a forest, what if we die,“ you said your words with little fear. You didn’t believe that any harm could come to you, you had never encountered anything truly dangerous after all. So why would such a worry be on your mind? But Yoongi saw the danger, so your words scared him. He was going to leave you and your friend behind, he truly was. Or he had wanted to at least but what kind of person would he have to be to leave you alone? Your friend hadn’t brought anything to protect you, and you looked so delicate so he couldn’t let you be alone. It would be his fault if you got hurt, and he never wanted to see the pain on your face.

Which was why when you had gotten to the campground and found the clearest spot, Yoongi had sat down in the foliage and watched with a curious expression as you sent up the tent. The thin fabric perplexed him, it couldn’t protect you if the weather turned. He was no stranger to the rain and storms that flooded his forest, such a small thing would blow over leaving you and your friend cold and uncomfortable in the chill. His small cave would be much safer, he had filled it with things left by the other humans, it was safe and comfortable. You wouldn’t have the same worries about the weather, not if he was the one to provide for you. His den had taken him a long time to put together, it was perfect for him so wouldn’t that mean it was perfect for you? But your friend, he wasn’t sure he liked her yet and he would never open his den to a stranger. She was pretty, of course, he found women had a natural beauty about them, but beauty meant nothing to him. Beauty did not create trust after all, so if he were to choose a mate, someone to share his den with he would never use beauty as a measure. Somehow he knew that if he had to choose a mate, he would want you. He had heard the scientists bring it up many times, hybrids had a capability to mate with humans. It wasn’t abnormal, but he had always known he would never get a chance to. Not only was his bite deathly but he would never get adopted and thus never get a chance to find a woman he wanted. Yet there was the beautiful you, with the tender voice and soft eyes. He wanted to cherish the look on your innocent face, he wanted to protect you and provide for you as your mate. But he hadn’t even said a word to you yet. He was unsure how humans told their mates they wanted them, but all he knew was he wanted you with him and not your friend. So he leaned against the tree and waited, his eyes sliding closed as he basked in the heat of the summer day.

Yoongi was well acquainted with waiting, he spent half of the year doing so after all. He had become used to laying in the ripped blankets, waiting for winter to end. He had gotten used to the bone weary tiredness that overtook him by the time summer hit, and the wait for some food to come anywhere near him. He would wait, and wait, and rest until something came close enough for him to feed and gain even a miniscule amount of energy. So when the sun had fallen away, leaving the scent of night teasing at his nose, he had opened his eyes with a peaceful sigh. He wasn’t sure if he could hold in his excitement but he knew he had to try. His joints ached, and he had to stretch when he got up. His body was still malnourished, his life in the wilderness was harmful to his human side. Despite that, he had no wish to go back to the sheltered life he had lived before. He preferred the aches of his weary limbs over the crushing loneliness and judging glares he had garnered from the scientists. The thoughts made his eyes droop with his resentment, but he shoved it away so he could focus on the tent he was approaching. His fingers grasped with zipper, and he slowly pulled it up so he could look inside the tent. He saw your friend first, she was curled up in her sleeping bag with her fingers gripping the man-made fabric close. Dismissing her he looked past her form and smiled when he saw you laying as if in wait for him. Your hair was a mess, and your lips were parted just enough for him to see how plush they were. He bit his lip softly, ignoring the sharp pinch against his skin. You were so beautiful, he was unsure how he had never seen someone as gorgeous as you. But, he supposed that was because there may not be anyone else like you.

He pulled you into his arms with a soft sigh of exertion, Yoongi was strong enough to hold you but he wasn’t used to using his muscles. He had no real use for strength, he had what he needed without any real use of force. A simple bite could take down the things he feared, all he needed was the speed he used to maneuver from what he perceived as dangerous. He hummed the thoughts away as he slowly zipped the tent closed, carrying you towards his den. He didn’t like the feeling of the sleeping bag you were nestled in. The fabric was abrasive against his skin and lacked any real cloth, it felt more like a smooth plastic than anything he would enjoy. But you seemed to enjoy it, so he let you remain inside. His hold was gentle, and his steps were quiet as he moved. He was scared he would wake you, he didn’t want to disturb your rest. His mate deserved the best after all, and if you wanted to be in peace you should have it. Yoongi felt a stirring of guilt in his chest as he ducked under a branch, avoiding the trees as much as he could for you. He was terrified that you would hate him when you awoke and saw his scale speckled face. He was not a cat, he was not a dog, and he knew humans preferred such creatures. But he had chosen you, so that was that, mating was a choice after all. If he chose you then that was it, wasn’t it? Yoongi hadn’t learned much about love, he knew nothing about it just that it was an elusive thing connected to mating. So if he chose you as his mate, you must love him, and he must love you. Such thoughts set him at ease.

"I promise I’ll take care of you,” Yoongi said as he ducked into his cave. The stone face was low, but the inside was tall and deep. Its low entrance kept the wind and rain out, letting him curl in his blankets in peace whenever the cold took him over and kept any possible bears from coming upon him as he slept. He had problems with some other creatures, but it never lasted long before he made it out safely. His ability to keep his den safe, he hoped you would appreciate it, and that you would know he could keep you safe so you would never have to fear. He heaved out a sigh as he laid you down on his pile of blankets. The cloth was scavenged from when the humans had left the nearby town. Most places had been cleared out, but some places like the homeless shelters had things left behind. He had brought everything he thought he could use. There was a little table off to the side, he never used it but it held books warped from the humid air. There was a tarp along the ground that held all his blankets, keeping the cloth from getting wet, but the sharp scent of mould still hit his nose. He could do nothing for the moist air or its manner of destroying his things. The best he could do was to make a small cover for the entrance of his cave. It was a shabby thing made of planks and covered in tarp and it did nothing for the air but it did its job enough that he felt safe in his little den. Yoongi curled up beside you, relaxing as the scent of his den filled his nose. He could taste you beside him, and that alone helped his eyes slide shut and left his muscles loose. With you by his side, he knew he would never have to worry about sleep again.

Yoongi woke up to the sound of you shuffling in your sleeping bag, he could smell your scent turn sour as your confusion rose. It wasn’t a pleasant smell at all, in fact, he was quite sure it was a smell he would prefer to never smell again. He missed the sweet way you had smelt the day before when you had been laughing with your friend. “What’s wrong?” He opened his eyes, questioning you with a confused expression perched on his sharp face. Your face was beautiful up close, and he found it cute how you stared with eyes so wide with your own confusion. Your lips parted and he wondered why you weren’t saying anything, it was frustrating to him. You had been so kind with your friend, he had spent the whole day previous wondering what it would sound like for you to give him the beautiful words you had.

"Who are you?“ When you finally spoke it was with a tense body and clenched fingers. You could see only faintly in the cave, the entrance only let in a little bit of light after all. Yoongi’s face was only a shadow in the darkness, but that didn’t alleviate your fear at all. To wake up in a strange place, alone with a male you had never seen before was a terrifying experience. The only reason you had yet to run was that you were so just as scared as you were lost. To be in the presence of such a stranger who had managed to steal you away in the night meant that you had no idea if he would kill you with any move. Perhaps you were selfish, but you wanted to live, you didn’t want to lose your life, and so you stared at him through the darkness hoping that it was all some sick dream. But the sharp scent of decay and musk convinced you that your dream may just be the reality.

"Yoongi,” his voice was harsh to your ears. Yoongi was just as scared as you, after all, he was so used to humans running from him that he feared you would as well. “Are you hungry? I can find you something,” he was eager to please you, he wanted you to think that he was a viable mate. Yoongi didn’t want to let you think that he would ever leave you lacking, he had to prove himself after all. “Y/n?” His nose bumped your neck as he opened his mouth, tasting your scent again. The sour scent made him choke and back away, looking at you with growing annoyance.

"How do you know who I am,“ you shot back at his actions, your voice wavering as your hands slipped on the stone you had backed onto. Your body fell back and you hit the rock with a heavy gasp following as you stared up at the ceiling of the cave. Your vision was only clear for moments before he was hovering over you, his brown eyes focused with worry. Your heart stuttered with fear when you saw scales surrounding his eyes, like tears around his pale skin. A hybrid. You had never owned one, you never believed in the containment of humans. No matter what anyone said you knew they had intellect and that they were no more a pet than you were. But you weren’t ignorant, you knew that they were dangerous because as human as they were they had the instincts of an animal. You knew that even though they were made to be pets, most never made the cut, snakes included. The reptiles were not able to fit into society smoothly enough, the few that managed to get adopted were put down due to their lack of restraint. The snakes were volatile and had a habit of biting the people that got in their way, something that was dangerous when some had inherited the venom of their animal side.

"I saw you yesterday, I watched you,” Yoongi spoke quietly, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. It was a success that you hadn’t screamed or ran. You loved him too, he believed that completely. “I knew when I first saw you, you’re perfect. I couldn’t find anyone better than you.” He was ignorant to your shaking fingers that pressed against the ground as if that would steady you. He couldn’t see the way you flinched when he leaned in closer. All he could see was your beautiful eyes looking at him, and your delicate nose that sloped so gently that he wondered if you were sculpted instead of born. He could see the questions in your eyes, and his lips curled into a smile at how attractive you looked under him. Docile, but he could feel the spark of life in you. “You’re mine, Y/n. You’re my mate,” he said with wonder evident in his voice. His head ducked low again as he took in your scent. He could smell something else within the sour fear radiating from you, something that gave him hope.

"I have a boyfriend,“ the lie fell from your shaking lips as you tried to steady your breath. You were rightfully terrified, but there was a primal attraction when he spoke so definitively. You had never liked the thought of being owned, yet you had always felt arousal at the thought of being claimed. The idea that somebody could want you so much that they would do such a thing. It was a conflicting pleasure, something that gave you guilt as much as it did attraction. Your sins had finally caught up to you, your silent dreams had lead you into the den of a likely venomous hybrid. They had lead you right into his arms, and right under his lithe body.

"Not anymore,” Yoongi may have been a snake, but the growl that shook his at his vocal cords was worthy of any wild feline. The thought that you belonged to anyone else terrified him, he could feel his fangs ache with the venom that flowed through them. His creator had never removed the glands that produced his venom, he had planned to release Yoongi the whole time. But in the situation where he was hovering over his mate, he regretted such a thing. No matter how much safety it gave him, any moment where he could hurt his mate was petrifying. “You’re mine, I’m the one who will protect you, and I am the one who will provide for you.” He breathed out heavily through his nose, trying to repress his frustration. But it was impossible, knowing that his mate had another was enough to make him snap. He had finally made it out of the darkness, he had finally found a way to stop being alone and some stranger miles away risked it all being destroyed. You were terrified beneath him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to notice. Instead, his thoughts were focused on how he could replace your fictional boyfriend, he couldn’t be a good mate if he knew you had another on your mind after all.

Your breaths steadied slowly, and you matched him without a second thought. You felt suffocated under him, waiting in the silence for any reaction. His body above yours was encompassing, and every moment under him caused his eyes to darken until all you saw was black. What little light illuminated his face only made you notice the predatory look in his eyes and the stiff setting of his jaw. But he, he felt completely different from you. Yoongi felt empowered, he felt safe, and he felt insufferably warm. You felt like the sun to him, the heat of your gaze settled in his bones and left him with a relief he only felt after hours in the sun. Your fearful gaze only reminded him how delicate you were, and made him want to pull you deeper into his den and hold you close. It made him want to mark you, a dry bite wouldn’t harm you, and he was almost tempted to risk it. He wanted to smell himself off of you, he could almost imagine how you would smell with a bit of him curled within you. He imagined that nothing could smell better than such a thing and he didn’t want to risk a stranger marking you first. No man could have you, no, he would never let another man touch you. But his dreams meant nothing when you were settled beneath him so silently. “Say something,” Yoongi slammed his palm down by your head, desperate for your acknowledgment to his words. But you couldn’t find anything to say, what was there to say after all? You could see the feral look in his eyes, the reptile that was ready to strike, and you knew your life was something that could easily be lost if the wrong thing was said.

Yoongi was thirsty for your attention, he longed for you to reach up and take his face into his hands. He wanted to feel you pull him to your neck, he wanted you to surrender yourself to him and let him take over. His sheer want for you was filling him, he needed to claim you, he needed to prove that you were his and his alone. But the way you looked into his eyes told him that there was something else that needed attention. Because he knew you were scared of him, he could see the growing confusion, the hatred. “Pay attention to me!” His voice echoed off the stone, filling the den with the sound of his desperation. It couldn’t happen, you couldn’t say no, you couldn’t. You were his, you had to say yes, you loved him didn’t you? He loved you, after all, so you had to, you had to. That was how it worked he took you to his den and you said yes, that was it.

"I hate you,“ the words spilled from your lips. Your determination was so strong, but Yoongi only chuckled. His lips curled up and he leaned closer to you, his lips brushing against the tender skin of your jaw. With a flick of his tongue, he licked your tender skin, revelling in the taste of you. You couldn’t, you couldn’t hate him. That wasn’t how it worked. You were his, and only his. You had lied about a boyfriend because you didn’t know what he had for you, but he knew best. You would drop the facade and you would come to him with understanding.

"No, you don’t,” Yoongi said with a shaky laugh. His eyes were burning with his determination, you loved him too. His nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck as his hollowed fangs brushed against your skin, still stiff with venom. “You can’t hate me, because I love you.” His words were convincing enough for him, it was his own reality. But if you fought, there must have been a reason, there must have been a source of your agitation. He blinked slowly and moved off of you. His scrawny frame was still taller than yours, towering over you as he stood and looked down at you on the ground. “Is it the den? I thought you would like it, but humans. They like other things,” he tilted his head curiously, and the scales on his neck caught the light as he moved. He had seen how tightly the humans had clutched their possessions as they left their town behind. “You want your den,” his voice trailed off as he grasped your hand to pull you up. You had the audacity to push yourself up off of the ground, and that made his nose flare with frustration. But he had to be understanding, he needed to be. His mate was just confused, he must have moved too fast. You didn’t understand that you were supposed to lean on him. “We’ll go to your den then,” he brushed your jaw with his thumb and smiled. He had such hopes for his own den, he had dreamt of a night spent curled up in his own cave with you happy in his arms. But his love wanted her own home, and he could not fault you for that. He had to be the one to make the sacrifice.

"No!“ Your voice was sharp, piercing the cave with its pitch. Your words stirred the reptile within him, your reaction was unacceptable. Yoongi grasped your neck and pulled you close, the feeling of your chest hitting his was a small relief that gave him the strength to not act. He had been scared he would harm you, but he felt the restraint, and the need to coddle you. You were precious to him after all, and everything within him knew that.

"Yes,” his thumb gently stroked your neck, as if his hold wasn’t lethal. “I go where my mate goes, and my beautiful mate wants to go home. Doesn’t she?” He watched your eyes flicker, and he held onto to euphoria that you were looking right at him. Your attention was completely on him, and there was nothing else that was taking you from him. He felt as though he could watch you for years, your beauty was mesmerizing enough that he had forgiven your shout.

"Y-yes,“ you said. The stutter only drew a growing smile from his dried lips. Yoongi truly believed that even your fear was enticing. It was as though everything that you did was a mating call that begged him to bit into your delicate neck and mark you as his. Everything about you was enough to make him abandon his den which was the one place where he could ever feel safe. But you were worth it. So instead of responding, he let his grip on your neck loosen, and his palms ran down your body until his hands were on your waist. The silence in the cave was nothing to him, but he could feel your shaking under his pale skin.

"Then let’s go home.” Yoongi hummed as his grip on your waist tightened. He knew it was silly to fear you disappearing but it was all he knew. Your weary eyes and quivering lips were enough to make him want to pull you against him and into his blankets. It made him want to hold you tight and never let go, to sleep away even the summer if it meant that you stayed with him. But he knew that your refusal from before was over, you had finally realized what he wanted. You had realized that all he wanted was to love you. He wanted to keep you and let everyone know that you were his and that you would only mate with him, and him alone. He didn’t know what would happen in the future when he went home with you, but he knew that he would never take no for an answer. Wherever you went he would go as well, after all, that was what a lover did.

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