#take care and remember to love yourself<3

[moonstruckme]

hi !! i saw that your requests were open and i'd really love if you wrote something with james (or poly!m !!) with a gn!reader taking up literature in uni who tends to get back pains from being hunched over reading and writing almost all hours of the day (definitely not projecting, hehe!)

i love the stuff you write and everythings just so sweetly written and portrayed so lovely !! thank you for keeping the marauders fandom alive lol

Thank you ml <3

modern au

poly!marauders x gn!reader ♡ 709 words

James plops down beside you on the couch, and when he pokes your spine you straighten reflexively. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, only half in the room as the rest of your brain continues working on your essay. 

“Are you really not done yet?” Sirius asks, putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave. You start typing faster. They’re going to want to start the movie soon, and then your laptop is going to be wrested away from you whether you’ve reached a stopping point or not. “I can’t remember the last time I spent more than a couple hours on an essay. You’ve been laboring over that thing all day.” 

“It’s a long one,” you admit, “but it’s hardly labor.” 

“Sure looks like it, when your back is hunched worse than a coal miner’s.” 

You give him a deadpan look. Sirius glances down at your fingers, still typing rapidly, and shudders. 

“Fucked how you can do that.” 

“Literature students might be the new coal miners,” says James.

You hum dubiously, looking back to your work. “Not sure that’s a super fair comparison.” 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t quite say that,” Remus agrees with you, “but it’s not like you’re not doing yourself any harm when you write all day like this, love. Your back is already hurting you—” 

“You’ll probably get carpal tunnel,” James adds. 

“—and I know looking at your laptop for this long gives you headaches.” Remus’ slow strides into the living room feel like a countdown clock. You manage to hammer out the end of your sentence just before he pulls your laptop out from under your fingers. “If you’re not careful, it’s gonna fuck up your sleep. That’s enough for tonight.” 

You sigh but don’t complain, rolling back your shoulders to ease some of the tautness there. Your spine crackles, quicker and louder than the popcorn popping in the kitchen, and James flinches away from you. 

“God, make it stop,” he pleads. 

You ignore him and roll your neck to the side, eliciting a series of cracks from there too. James makes a dramatically horrified sound and squeezes his eyes shut, and Remus grabs your head in both hands, restraining you. 

“Don’t,” he tells you severely. “We’ve been over this.” 

“Freak,” Sirius says lovingly as he pulls the bag of popcorn from the microwave. 

“It hurts,” you complain. 

“Sounds like it, fuck,” James agrees emphatically. Now the danger has passed, he leans towards you again, splaying a protective palm over your mid back. “Sirius, could you grab my icy hot from the fridge? Here, lovie, lie down.” 

Remus lets go of your face somewhat reluctantly, letting James help you lay across his lap. His hand smooths up and down your spine, pressing down lightly upon muscles rigid with tension. You sort of wish he’d just crush you. You’re sure he could, he doesn’t spend all that time at the gym for nothing. 

“I’m gonna get you a back brace,” Remus mutters, fondness under the veneer of resentment in his tone. 

“That'd be kind of hot.” Sirius lifts your feet, dropping down onto the couch before passing James the tube of cream. “Those are the strappy looking things, right? I’m for it.” 

“I do not consent,” you say clearly, then hiss as James applies the cool balm to your lower back. 

He and Sirius laugh. Remus reaches over to press your shoulders back down. 

“Easy, angel,” says James. “It’ll help.” 

“I didn’t know it’d be this cold,” you defend yourself, a little laugh tripping out of you as well. “You do this voluntarily?” 

“You’ll see why in a bit.”

“If I were spending all of my Saturday hunched over my laptop and a bunch of books,” Sirius says, “I think I’d at least use the right ‘your.’ What are they teaching you, babe?” 

You suppress a groan. You’d sent Sirius a grammatically incorrect text two days ago, and he’s yet to stop lording it over you. 

“That was autocorrect,” you tell him again. 

He hums noncommittally, tracing a path up your calf with his forefinger. “I’m just saying, can it really be worth it if we’re making those sorts of mistakes? Will they even still give you your degree?” 

“Sirius, their back is getting tense again. Knock it off.”

[samandcolbyownme]

more zach justice smut pleaseeee

As you WISH! I’m excited to write this one!

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language/swearing, sneaking around, Bridgerton setting/themed, unprotected sex, kissing, biting, hair pulling, secret sex, almost getting caught, lots of proper language/actions, and lots of fluff and nasty filth

This is inspired by Bridgerton. There will be no spoilers for part 1 of season 3! But, if you have seen the show, you know they’re all british.. so.. read this as if everyone has an accent.

Word Count: 3.5k | not edited

I genuinely thought this song was bridgerton coded for this specifically?? (also, I added this at the end, so instead of daddy it will be mother - when you read, it’ll make sense, hopefully, k love you all bye!)

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You’ve been tossing and turning for hours into the late night.

Your mind bouncing back and forth between Duke Zachary, or as he likes only you to call him, Zach, and the Queen’s ball.

You loved Zach, you’ve come to love him with your full being, you just didn’t know if he knew that, but you didn’t think he was that foolish.

You were named, what the gossip letter in your town - Lady Felicity calls, the Diamond of the season. Mainly because you gained a lot more looks than any of the other girls who are also looking for a suitor along side yourself.

You wanted a husband, of course, but you want Zach to be the one to take your hand in marriage. He’s never said about if he wanted to or not, but you just wanted him so bad you didn’t care what you had to do or say.

You were wrapped around his finger, but he couldn’t deny it no matter how hard he tried - He was wrapped around yours, too.

You rolled over, staring up at the ceiling as you remember the first time you saw him.

- Your mother reaches over, tapping your knee gently, “Y/n, sweetheart.” You remove your stare from the window and place it onto her with a soft smile, “Yes Mother?”

“You look beautiful tonight, darling.” She smiles, placing the edge of her fan to her lips as her eyes grow watery, “oh.” She shakes her head, “I just knew you would be this seasons diamond.”

You shake your head as you look down, “I don’t recall you ever taking a liking to Lady Felicity, now Mother, I-..” The carriage jolts forward and you laugh slightly, “I will find a husband on my own terms. Lady Felicty can speak about whatever they must.”

The door opens and your mother steps out first, followed by your brother and sister, and then you. You look around, nodding your head at the man who helped you step down.

“Alright.” Your mother says as she links her arm with yours, “Come along, my dear. I hear there’s a Duke looking for a lady to wed.” You raise your eyebrows, “A Duke you say? Is he handsome?” You laugh slightly, eyes glancing around at the beautifully decorated ballroom.

“From what I’ve come to know, he is the most beloved suitor by all the young ladies.” Your mother nudges your side, “But just remember, you need to keep your options open.”

You walk up to Queen Darcie and the person closest to her, Lady Caswel. You both do a small curtsy as you bow your heads. “Your Majesty.” Your mother smiles, looking over to Lady Caswel, “Lady Caswel.”

They both nod and then their eyes turn to you. You give them both a smile, “You both look magnificent tonight.”

“Mm.” Queen Darcie nods, “I must say, agreeing with town gossip is not my strongest moment, but you my dear, are the diamond of the season, if I do say so myself.” She points to you and you manage to keep your composure, “Oh my, thank you, your majesty.”

You curtsy to her again and your mother thanks her quickly before walking away with you. You look up at her and you both can’t help but giggle happily as you walk further away. As you rounded the corner, you were bumped into, kind of roughly, by some man walking by.

“Excuse yourself, mister.” You say as you turn, giving him a glaring look, which quickly broke as soon as his eyes met yours, “Please, accept my apologies, um..”

You instantly finish his sentence, “Y/n y/l/n.”

“Please.” He repeats as he moves closer, his hand, his grip just hovering over the skin on your bicep, “My apologies, Miss Y/n.”

His hand moves down to take your hand in his. His lips press against your glove covered knuckles, and even thought his isn’t touching your skin, his touch still sets you on fire.

Giving you a feeling you have never felt for someone before, “Duke Zachary.” —

You let out a sigh before finally giving in to just being awake.

A yawn slips out as you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, reaching forward to grab your satin robe off of the arm of the chair by your bedside stand.

You slip your feet into your matching slippers before standing up. The back of the robe falling to cover the back of your legs as you tie it closed in the front.

You pause, your fingers coming up to cover your lips as your eyes meet the man you shouldn’t be seeing, like this at least.

You glance over your shoulder before you move to unlock your window and push it open. You lean forward, shaking your head as you fight back laughter as you watch the man scale the walls of your home to get to you.

He’s finally face to face with you and you can’t help but smile and lunge in to kiss him.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pushing you backwards as he climbs in and closes the window, “Have you missed me, sweetheart?” He whispers against your lips as his hands move to undo the bow resting on your torso.

“More than you can ever imagine.” You smile as you pull him back to your bed, “We have to be qu-“

He kisses you mid sentence, mumbling a quiet, “I know” before pushing you back to lay on the bed, his body moving up over yours, kissing the skin that isn’t being covered by your robe or nightgown.

“Please.” You beg as you lace your fingers through his hair, “Touch me. It has been far..” His hand drags your nightgown up your thigh.

“Too..” you breathe out as you feel his hand dip between your, now parting thighs, “Long, my darling.”

You lay your hand on his neck, biting down on your lip as your feel his lips press against your skin, his fingers moving to lay on your clit and he looks up at you with a smirk, “Mm, no panties, sweetheart?”

You bite your lip, giving him a shrug, “Couldn’t sleep.”

He licks his lips, parting them as he watches your face twist with pleasure as he starts to slowly rub circles on your clit.

Your nails dig into his neck and you let out a semi loud moan. Zach kisses your parted lips, your panting breathes brushing against his, “Shh.”

He slides two fingers down and pushes them into your soaked cunt, “Did you succeed with pleasuring yourself?”

You whimper as Zach’s question makes a rose colored tint appear a top your cheeks, “N-no.” He tilts his head, “No? Did you do it like I showed you, darling?”

You nod, rolling your hips as you desperately chase your release that’s building up rather quickly, “I-I tried, Zachary.”

He groans at his full first name coming from your lips, “We shall work on it another time, my love.” He leans in, moving his lips with yours and your hands pull him closer to you, whimpering against his lips as his fingers are dragging you over the edge.

He pushes his bicep under your head and curls his arm around to lay his hand over your mouth.

Your walls squeeze his fingers as they work you through your high, his other hand keeping your moans from getting the two of you caught.

That would be a nightmare, people knowing that you have been, as they say, defiled before marriage.

“I have missed this.” Zach whispers, “I have missed you.” He plants a few kisses to your cheek as he withdrawals his fingers from you.

He brings them up to rest upon your bottom lip and they part like they already knew what to do.

He gasps as he watches your lips wrap around them, humming as your tongue works up and down, licking off the taste of yourself, “If anyone knew.. just how devious you truly are..”

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes scan over your face and you smirk, bringing your finger up drag along his jawline, “And just what would they say?”

You hum lowly as your eyes meet his, “Do tell me, my darling.”

He rolls over, pinning your hands down by your head, “I think they would go on a ravenous tangent about how I defiled your pureness and ruined such a beautiful..” he kisses your chest, “young woman.”

He groans into your neck as his tongue drags up your skin, “But they wouldn’t be saying those things if they knew just how radiant you look beneath the touch of my own hand.”

You moan out at his words and his kiss cuts it short. While your lips move in a heated passion, his hand moves down to drag your nightgown up your legs and hold it at your waist while he grinds against you.

Your hand that isn’t still pinned down, moves down to undo the button on his trousers. Zach smirks and shakes his head, “Getting so much quicker at that.”

You smile and slip your hand in, both of you gasping quietly when your hand slides against his cock.

Zach reaches down, laying a hand over yours, “I need to be inside of you.”

You move to take off your panties as quick as you can, all while he’s pushing his trousers down his thighs, “so beautiful.” He leans forward, eyes locked onto yours as your legs fall over your waist.

You feel the tip of his cock rub against your opening and you feel your heart beating faster, “P-please.” You whisper, hips practically moving on their own, begging for the feeling of his cock inside of you.

Zach’s head falls, resting against your forehead as your moans from him sliding into you, mix together, “Oh, my god.” He sighs, shaking his head slightly, “It always feels like I’m taking you for the very first time again.”

You whimper as he crashes his lips onto yours, his hand sliding up to gently wrap around your neck, “I love you.”

You part your lips, adoring those words like you haven’t heard them over and over again.

You’d marry Zach now, but your mother thinks it’s best to give it a little while, make sure you truly feel happy with him, and not just because of his title.

Your mother would turn into an absolute lunatic if she knew just how often you see Duke Zachary and also, what you do with him when no one is watching.

“I love you.” You whisper, nodding up at him as you lay a hand on his cheek, “I love you.”

He pulls you close to him, rolling over onto his back. He grips your hips, getting you to keep moving. He moves the nightgown that fell down to block his view, “You take me so incredibly well, darling.”

You look down at him, biting into your lip to muffle your moans as your hands push his crumpled dress shirt up.

He reaches up, pulling down the low cut neckline so it’s under your breasts. His eyes focus on his hands moving to knead and squeeze, earning whimpers from you.

You gasp loudly and Zach pulls you down onto his chest, his arms wrap around your back before he begins to thrust upward.

You bury your face into his chest, gasping and clawing at his chest as you feel suddenly feel nothing but pleasure radiate all through your body.

It wasn’t long after, Zach’s hips come to a slow stop, his arms loosen around your body and his chest heaves you up and down with each quick breath he takes.

It’s silent, nothing but the faint pants coming from your bodies, which lay motionless together on your bed.

“The Queen’s Ball is tonight.” You say as your eyes glance over at the clock on your nightstand that reads 04:26 AM, “I’m going with Mother in a few hours to fetch my dress from the Modiste.”

You sit up, fixing your nightgown before standing, “Mother thinks I should explore more options.”

Zach furrows his brows, sitting up as soon as the words leave your lips, “Hang on, that doesn’t make any sense, I thought she loved me?”

You laugh slightly, “She does, darling. She does. And I do, too.” You lean down to kiss his lips, “I think the Queen wants to watch the men fall for this seasons diamond.”

“Mm.” Zach nods, pursing his lips, “I’m going to have to put up a harder fight out there, huh?”

You cover your mouth as you giggle, crawling back into his lap, “I think it’s quite..” you scrunch your nose and smirk, “Sexy.”

He straights his posture and smiles, “Well, thank you m’lady.” You laugh and press kisses to his neck. He pulls his neck away and turns his face into hours, “I don’t believe we have time to go again, my love.”

You sigh, still attempting to kiss him, “Are you certain?”

He chuckles quietly and lifts his hand and grabs you by the neck. You gasp at the sudden move and he pushes you back, biting his lip at how much control he has over you, what you and Duke Zachary have is once in a lifetime.

“My mind isn’t going to be able to focus on the Queen’s Ball tonight.” He shakes his head, eyes moving from his hand to your eyes, “Not when I have the imagine of my hand wrapped around this beautiful little throat in there, as well.”

Your breath hitches at his words and he can’t help but smirk, “I’ll see you tonight.” He pulls you in, pecking your lips before moving to fix himself as he walks over to your window.

“Be safe.” You stand up, watching as he climbs out the open window. He looks up at you and gives you a wink, “Always.”

And with that, he’s gone, but you knew you were definitely seeing him way before the Queen’s Ball.

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Your secret romance with Duke Zachary has been going on since the night he ran into you, even after the nights you spent dancing and flirting with other men, mainly just to make your other and the Queen happy.

You and Zach both knew that it didn’t mean anything. You saved everything for him, especially when you got him alone afterwards.

You were certain, as soon as you laid eyes on him, that he was the one, and just like you told Zach, you were the diamond of the season.

You had more suitors coming to your home to try and swoon you in a day than you really thought was unnecessary.

Zach, of course. Showed up everyday and stayed until they all left. He intimidated them, which you couldn’t help but snicker secretly at when you seen the look on the losing suitors face.

You can never bring yourself to ask Zach about it, you just convince yourself that it’ll happen, but it’s almost the end of the season and you haven’t had a ring slipped on your finger yet.

You took a deep breath, smoothing your hands over the fabric of the beautiful dress beneath your bare hands, “Anastasia did a marvelous job.”

You look over at your mother in the mirror, “Don’t you think, mother?”

Your mother looks up, “Oh yes. Yes. I believe she did do a very-“

“What is it?” You cut her off, turning to face her. The housemaid glances up at you and you sigh slightly, trying to compose yourself, “Sorry.”

You look up at your mother and she tilts her head, “The Queen wants you engaged by tonight.”

“Tonight? Why so soon? What has changed, mother?”

She tilts her head, “You are drawing.. too much attention away from the other girls. The Queen thinks it is best you accept one of the engagements you already have extended out to you.

You feel a dull ache in your chest.

The engagements.

You were actually dreading this, but you can only blame yourself in this situation. You were too caught up with sneaking around and lying to everyone around you that you’re forced to pick one of the options given and the one you one isn’t there.

“Talia. Please give my mother and I a moment.” You glance down at your housemaid and she instantly leaves the room.

“I love Duke Zachary, mother.” You shift towards her, moving the loose skirt of your gown with your hands, “He loves me. I know he’ll propose, I just..”

“He’s..” she steps close, leaning in, “Your brother told me that he’s what they call.. a rake.. I believe.”

You shake your head, “If Duke Zachary spent his time at that underground drunken gambling ring, he would know about the three engagement offers.”

Your mother raises her brows, “And you know this how, sweetheart?”

“He would have spoken to me about it, of course.” You swallow, “On our afternoon walks, he would have asked me what I was going to do because he is still an eligible suitor to me, mother.”

She nods, “Very well then.” She takes a deep breathe, “If Duke Zachary does not propose before midnight tonight. You will accept another suitors proposal. Right.”

“No.” You shake your head, “I won’t, mother. You cannot make me marry someone I do not love and I promise you I will not love anyone like I love Zachary.”

You step down off of the platform, “I will marry him. I will have him children.”

Your mother’s eyes grow wide and she lays a hand on her chest, “Have yo-

You bite down on your lip, “I’m not, but you should see your face.” You raise your brows, laughing at the fact that Zach has rubbed off on you in more ways that. One.

Your mother scoffs, “Y/n. You will not disgrace the name of this family by not obeying the queens order. You will be engaged by to-“

“I’ll tell you something right now, mother. I would rather burn my whole life down than to do something that will not bring me joy for the rest of my life.”

She stares at you for a few moments, “Is there a reason he hasn’t proposed yet, darling? Has that thought crossed your thoughts at all?”

You shake your head, “Have you not heard the rumors? What lady Felicity has said about Duke Zachary and I?” You walk over, ”He is poetry, and I am his poet.. Please, mother. Give him time.”

She shakes her head, “We must do what the Queen has asked of us.”

You take a few steps back, bunching up your dress as you shake your head, “No.” You run towards the door, dress unbuttoned and ruffling behind you as you run down the hall.

Your mother running out the door after you, “No! Y/n, come back here!”

“Mother no.” Your eldest brother grabs her and holds her back.

You make your way out the front doors, a small crowd following you, unsure of what’s happening, they’re just trying to ensure your safety.

“Y/n!”

You freeze, tear soaked face looking up at Zach, “Zach?” You whisper, barely audible, “What.. what are-“

You stop walking when Zach drops down to one knee, “Y/n..” he starts, reaching out for your hands, “My love.”

You walk up to him immediately, placing your hands into his, not even bothering to wipe away your tears.

“I love you. The other day you asked me why I love you and I told you the truth. You feel like home to me. You have bewitched me. Your mind, your body. Your soul. You complex me in the best ways and I just have this fire within me that only your kiss can put out.” He pulls you down to his level and you sit on your knees, hands moving to cup his cheeks as his do the same to you.

“The most beautiful part about all of this, is that I wasn’t even looking when I found you. If you hadn’t snapped at me for bumping into you, I would have kept moving right along.”

You laugh slightly and sniffle. Zach wipes away your tears and looks into your eyes, “Will you choose me to be the one to spend the rest of your life with?”

“You know about the other engagements?” You squint your eyes and Zach nods, “Well, when you’re running down the street trying to get to you while listening to your sister scream that you need to be engaged by tonight, I got the rest myself.”

“My sis-“ you look over at your sister and she smiles, giving you a small wave. You laugh, “Unbelievable.” You look at Zach, “So what are you asking Duke Zachary?”

He smiles, “I believe, I’m asking if you will do me the honor in marrying me, Miss Y/n.”

He pulls out a ring from his suit pocket and you gasp, “Oh my gosh.” You look up at him, nodding, “Yes, over and over. Yes.”

You pull him in for a kiss and everyone around you cheers as he brings you to your feet, slipping the ring in before he lifts you up, lips on yours as he spins you around, “I love you.”

“I love you.”

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Let me know what you thought of this! As always, I love you all and thank you for reading!! 🖤🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!!

[kaizynofsickness]

I'm still mad about how I lost my progress on my phone for that Wolf Sukuna and bunny reader series, and I had a small heart breaking idea and now it's your problem.

Picture this.

Living a loving life with your knockout boyfriend, Yuji Itadori, how much he loved to dote and pamper you, kisses on your face for no reason, hickeys, hugs, so much praising you could get sick off of it. Yet even when to him you were so cute, you always thought you were scary with all your scars from fights, not wanting to make someone fear you.

Oh, how can you even think that? You were his pretty girl, he seen nothing wrong with you, physically or mentally. You're just a cutie pie that he devotes his whole day to and loves on. You never needed to doubt yourself. Ever.

Not even when you became a curse.

Something got you in the Shibuya incident, something took over your body and slowly corrupted you until you couldn't remember anything but you boyfriend. Like a parasite. You forgot human morals, forgot the taste of food, forgot hunger pain, all you remembered was "I have a boyfriend..."

You looked terrifying. Like creepy core. Out of a horror show. Eyes on your neck, abnormally long limbs and teeth like knives, able to eat a fork. And you did one day, confused on why he handed you such an item unless it was to eat.

The highers ups wanted you dead; you were a freak of nature now, something of a curse no one has even seen. The face of a human girl with the body of a monster. You knew something was wrong with you. Not even other half human half curses looked this morbid—were you even half human?

Yuji had to hide you away... you tried to harm any human you could, bloodlust inside your body naturally and pain taking every vein in you as the transformation settled.

It was like having a pet. He'd go out and do what he does, come him, feed you and maybe cuddle you—who cares what you look like right now? He knows deep inside was the person he loved. You always wanted to be friendly and look friendly, and you jinxed yourself so bad. He'll still kiss you, even if your fangs pierce him. He knew you needed him more than ever.

So, so, so bad. You hated how you looked, you hated how you wanted to hurt anything near you, including Yuji. It was hard to fight it, that's even if you tried. You felt so different.

It hurt to see you like that as he tried to hide you away. He couldn't loose you. Even if you had to eat a human or something cruel, he'd be near you. He knows it's not you... you would never do such.

Yet until you killed him, until you burned down the whole world, even after then, you'll still be his pretty girl.

Have a good day and get lots of sleep :3

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[thatbitchery]

Good morning, following what has been the laziest, least productive most chaotic month of my life yet I'm so excited for the end of whatever in hell May was and the beginning of the end of the first half of the year.

Quick question- how far are you with your new year new me goals? Hm? Louder? Thought so. Right, so the first half is nearly gone, nothing we can do about that, but the second half is HERE, ladies, and I will gladly police you if I have to on the condition you police me back. Yes you heard that right we are about to be accountability partners yay! Your goals- I'll force you into them if I have to, besties. If I have to be in your inbox at 3 am I will I have lots of time now it's no stress.

Join my accountability group by filling this form ;).

Now, darlings, here's the thing- over the YEARS I've had accountability partners to keep me on toes, I've learned a great deal of lessons, tons of which I will be implementing here.

You can't be accountability partners with someone you're friends or friendly with. Remember when you and your BFF/ sister decided you'll work out together? How long did that last?? Why? Because familiarity breeds disrespect, and accountability requires some level of respect and authority - that's why if your coach tells you to bench four you will but you can't make yourself. You lack authority over yourself. Which is to say for this to work- weeeeee caaaaaant be friends. We can't be friendly we can't be sisters we can't joke around it's office formality 101 that's the only way it works. Once you cross that line, log off, it loses its effect. Don't try make friends and stuff, it will ruin it for you.

Competition is a huge part of achievement. Healthy competition. You have to see X completed 6 of their daily goals and think lol I can beat that tomorrow I'll hit 7. Competition is healthy when it's personal. We don't need to know you're competing with us keepnit to yourself- but I suggest finding that one high performer and thinking lol nah I can wipe floor with you.

It takes roughly 28- around 56 days to implement a habit besties, you only need 2 months, so after two months it's bye bye. Haha. Love you, but we need to make space for others since its-

- since it's limited. A huge part of how these groups work is everyone needs to feel seen and heard, which is why I can only have 15 people on for starters (hence why the form). Dw after two months I'll see if it works and rerun it besties. The problem with large groups is the quieter, shyer people get overlooked when THEY are the ones that need celebrating the most. It only works when everyone , EVERY single ONE feels seen, heard and appreciated , that's the whole point, which leads to point 5-

You only get maximum 6 messages a day, thats it. You can only send 6 messages into the group. Why? So that a) it doesn't turn to a chat room, that's not what it's for we aren't there to male friends and share memes and b) important stuff don't get buried in the masses of junk and d) you learn to be mindful with your words and you intent. 2 of those have to be 1. Your daily goals when you wake up and 2. A reply to your daily goals to see how many you've hit. Those 4 extra , choose wisely how you want to use them.

Respect is the backbone of literally every single social setting. Like I said it's not a chat room , we don't care for your political or social views or literally anything that's not related to your goals. We don't. Mystery and silence are great reinforces of respect- just stick to the agenda okay? Okay.

Can't wait to see you there!!!

Fill the form here

[ethereal-cleanse]

Gemini Season Pick-A-Card Spread

As May comes to an end, we have finally reached Gemini season. Being ruled by Mercury, Gemini encourages both spoken and internal truths as well as using our voices for our community. This pick-a-card spread is about what truths you are called to speak during this time and what this season will open for you! Thank you guys for all the love from my first one, and your encouragement means everything.

(Answers are below choices)

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Pile 1: [Text Transcript]

Cards: 8 of Swords, Queen of Cups, 4 of swords (+ 4 of wands), Queen of Swords (+9 of Swords), The Sun

In this group, Gemini season is here to teach you that you are not stuck or trapped despite what your mind might try to convince you. You can free yourself from whatever is holding you back, even if that is yourself.

A truth you can speak this season is admitting how you truly feel in a calm, steady manner, and you can call on the energy of introspection (getting to the core of your feelings) and understanding yourself more through talking it out with others. This honesty will help with your anxiety, deepen your connection with yourself, and bring you closer to those around you! If you heed this, Gemini season will grant you optimism, peace of mind, and joy.

Manifestation oracle card(s): Practice Gratitude

(Nature) Spirit Guide: Charity “Time out. Take nothing personally. Patience and compassion are needed all around at this time.”

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PIle 2:

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Cards: 7 of cups (+ 4 of wands), 8 of pentacles (+ nine of wands), The Hermit, Page of cups (+10 of pentacles), 10 of cups

If you were drawn to pile 2, Gemini season will teach you to discern and take care with your decisions. Many options are or will be presented to you soon, and while it’s exciting, we must remember that all that glitters isn’t gold.

If you’ve been putting in continuous effort on something, a truth you should speak is admitting if you’re feeling fatigued and overwhelmed or asking for assistance, and an energy you should call on is giving yourself alone time and finding ways to decompress. You can connect with yourself through creative endeavors that may lead you to prosperity and spread a sense of contentment, abundance, and connection in your family life or relationships. Gemini season could open up a time of fulfillment, blessings, and your happily-ever-after. Manifestation oracle card(s): Know you are loved (Higher Self) Spirit Guide: Change “Stay calm. Adapt. Accept change. Things will work out in surprisingly beautiful ways.”

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Pile 3:

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Cards: Ace of Cups (+ Queen of Pentacles), Ace of Pentacles (+ five of Pentacles), 3 of Wands (+ 7 of Pentacles), 3 of Pentacles (+ The Fool), Kings of Swords (+ Temperance)

For our third group, Gemini season is here on two sides: A) a new emotional/romantic beginning that will be stable and grounded, or B) a time of emotional healing and financial stability.

A truth you are being called to express is being open about needing help, whether that’s seeking emotional or financial support from your support system or seeking help from external resources in times of need, and you can draw energy by having patience with yourself and stepping back to see just how far you’ve come even if there’s still work to do. To deepen your connection with yourself and others, you are encouraged to step out of your comfort zone, interact/collaborate with others, and embrace the unknown! If done so, Gemini season can grant you a balance between your mind and heart and a quiet confidence you didn’t know you had in you. Manifestation oracle card(s): Detoxify

(Nature) Spirit Guide: Forgiveness “Live, love, and learn.”

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PIle 4:

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Cards: 4 of pentacles (+ 5 of pentacles), The Moon, 3 of swords (+ Strength), 2 of pentacles (+ 6 of pentacles), The Lovers (+ 4 of swords)

For our final group, Gemini season is here to teach you to not hold on to things so tightly, be that people, our past issues, and especially money out of fear, as it may prevent you from experiencing new opportunities. A truth you are being called to speak is respecting your inner wisdom, intuition, and emotional intelligence. You may be getting messages, dreams, or hunches you’re dismissing, but they’re trying to guide you, and you can call on the energy of your inner strength despite the loss you may experience by releasing control. To deepen your connection to yourself and others, you must find. balance of protecting your heart and trusting others, especially through sharing your “abundance”, be that money, kindness, gratitude, or support. By doing so, your love of self or any new relationship will quell your fear of closeness.

Manifestation oracle card(s): Attend to The Details (Nature) Spirit Guide: Deprivation “Tap into the abundance of the Universe by sharing your heart.”

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And that's the end of our readings! I hope at least one of these messages resonates and can help you transverse this season more easily! Until next time, meet yourself with love and grace.

[harley-sunday]

Renaissance

Renaissance [noun]

re·​nais·​sance ˌren-ə-ˈsän(t)s  -ˈzän(t)s 

1. capitalized : the period of European history between the 14th and 17th centuries marked by a flourishing of art and literature inspired by ancient times and by the beginnings of modern science 2. often capitalized : a movement or period of great activity (as in literature, science, and the arts) 3. literal translation from French : re-birth

Summary: Charles wins the Monaco Grand Prix.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

Warnings: None.

Word count: 765 (a short one, I know)

AN: You know I had to come out of retirement after Charles winning his home Grand Prix. Hope you enjoy this little drabble. Please come yell at me in the comments ♥

Part of Rituals

Charles Leclerc, in 2021, when asked if he has any race rituals: “At every start of the season, until F2, my grandmother used to take my race suits, remove one of the sponsor logos and sew a little cross instead of it. Now grandma is gone, I can’t sew and the ritual is over. I was thinking about keeping a lucky charm in my pocket but then I thought to myself: if you need an object [to feel better], then you are missing something on the mental aspect, so I let it go.”

[Angel of God, my guardian dear,]

The ritual is not over.

You can sew and the ritual is not over. 

Charles took pole today, you can sew, and the ritual is not over.

[To whom God's love commits me here,]

It’s late. It’s late and with the rest of the world asleep you are wide awake, hunched over in a chair, with the red of the Ferrari race suit draped across your legs, and the floor lamp casting a golden glow over your lone figure. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the window earlier, the scene eerily reminiscent of a renaissance painting you saw in the Musée des Beaux-Arts in Nice last year. 

Freddy is sleeping at your feet, tired after spending yet another day barking at race cars from the safety of the balcony. The gray hairs around his nose are becoming more and more prominent, a cruel reminder of his upcoming sixth birthday next month. Except for Freddy’s soft snores, the house is quiet, and it almost feels like a sanctuary. 

[Ever this day, be at my side,]

Modern Formula One suits don’t have sponsor patches, everything is printed on, and so instead of having to decide which patch to remove, you try to find a piece of thread that matches the yellow of the Ferrari logo. There’s no exact match, everything you have is a slightly different shade, and after a few minutes you give up and take out a bobbin with black thread instead. 

It’s been years since you’ve last sewn something but your muscle memory makes feeding the thread through the eye of the needle easy. You pick up the fabric and set to work, using a simple back stitch to sew a cross in the black of the Ferrari horse. No one will even know it’s there, not unless they look closely, and people hardly ever do. It only takes a couple of minutes to finish and once you’re done you run your fingers over the stitches, while you say a quiet prayer. 

Careful not to disturb Freddy, you get up then and drape the suit back over the chair, making sure it looks untouched. You leave the light on, it’s almost morning anyway, and make your way back to the bedroom. 

Charles stirs when you lay down next to him and when you settle into him you can feel him press a kiss to your forehead, “Lucie is back to sleep?” 

For a moment you’re confused, not sure what he means, but then you remember you told him you’d go check on your daughter earlier. You nod and tilt your head back so he can let his lips ghost over yours, “She is. You should be as well, chéri. You’ve got a race to win tomorrow.” 

[To light and guard, Rule and guide.]

Charles takes it all in from the top step of the podium, lets his eyes wander over the sea of people below him, the water in Port Hercule glistening in the distance. He can feel his smile growing wider when he finds his family in the cheering crowd - his mom and his brothers looking at him with watery eyes and soft smiles, and her, with their daughter perched on her hip, biting her lip to keep from crying. He wants nothing more than to hug them, hold them close, and celebrate with them, but he knows that will come later, in the quiet hours after the public celebrations, back in the sanctity of their home.

It’s time for the national anthem and so Charles takes his cap off and places his hand over his heart. When his fingers graze over what he quickly realizes is a cross, embroidered onto the Ferrari horse, he has to swallow back tears. He didn’t see it before the race, doubt anyone has, but now that he knows it’s there he never wants to race without it ever again. 

The ritual is not over and Charles Leclerc is a Monaco Grand Prix race winner.

[forbidden-sunlight]

Thank you for witing yandere!ceo with villainess!reader part 3, but for goodness sake please remember to look after yourself.

It's an easy trap to fall into of not taking care of yourself. Anyway your writing is fantastic, and I hope that this is not to akward of a first time message from a new follower.

Thank you for your kind words! :)

As a medic, the importance of prioritizing my health is drilled into me, thought it was my fault for being sleepy yesterday and wound up taking a three hour nap. That’s where the boost of energy came from to finish the edits. I did drink a lot of water throughout the day plus the coffee, though tonight I need to go to bed super early so I am not so tired 😅

Have a lovely day!

[genderfluid-info-blog]

How do you think someone would overcome genderfluid guilt? Sometimes I feel bad for being trans and genderfluid, I don't know why but I do. I'm proud of my identity but I can't help the feeling some days. Anyone maybe have tips to overcome that guilt?

Hey there! Being genderfluid in this world can be draining sometimes. We live in a system that is actively working against people like us, and society conditions us to believe that being trans is somehow a shameful and disgusting thing that needs to be "fixed" or "hidden". So I totally understand where your guilt is coming from.

I think a lot of us can relate, because even if we don't want to, our society and our environment shapes the way we see things whether we want to or not. It's not your fault you feel this way, we are taught to believe that being trans is a bad thing, it's no surprise that we sometimes feel like we disappointed people or let them down by being trans/genderfluid.

But the truth is, that's bullshit. You don't need permission from anyone to exist the way you do. Your existence automatically grants you the right to exist. You're important and you're loved. <3

But of course that doesn't change the fact that guilt can creep up on you. Here are some tips on how to deal with it:

Address the root of the issue. Genderfluid guilt most often stems from internalized transphobia. Until you address this, you will keep feeling guilty. Unlearning internalized transphobia can be a long and difficult process, but you can do it, I promise.

Seek out trans safe spaces, specifically genderfluid ones. Talk to other trans people, bask in their community, it doesn't matter, but spend time with your community and see for your own eyes that there are others just like you out there.

Affirm yourself! Put on some gender-affirming clothes, listen to music that makes you feel good, consume uplifting trans media- whatever makes you feel best! All that matters is that you affirm your genderfluid identity :)

Talk to someone. Dealing with guilt can be really difficult, but you don't have to go through this alone. Whether it's a friends, family, a trusted person, a therapist, another trans person- talk to someone and don't bottle it up.

As uncomfortable as it is, let yourself feel without getting stuck. Let yourself feel and process the guilt at your own pace, but let it go when it is time to do so. Don't get stuck in a loop of self-hatred, instead reach out to your support system. Surround yourself with things and people that make you happy.

You're amazing and you can get through this! Take care of yourself and remember that you're worthy of love and happiness. Being genderfluid is an amazing part of you, and even if I don't know who you are anon, I'm glad to have you in the community. You matter🩷🤍💜🖤💙

[loumoonz]

not an ask, but a friendly reminder that you are worthy of life. you are a very sweet, very kind and cool person who is worthy of love and respect from those around you! if you are going through anything, know that you are not alone, and never will be. you will get through whatever is bothering you and see it to the other side, i assure you that you are more than strong enough to do so. just a little care package, take care lovely! :)

Awwgh what that's so sweet!!!! Thank you so much, the same goes for you!<33333

Gaahhh i appreciate it seriously so much

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[your-enby-antihero]

🕯️🌱💛🌱🕯️

Remember that you are truly alive even despite your wiring and your circuits. Remember that you are loved and have been loved. Remember you are important to so many people. Remember that you not who made you, you are who you want to be. Remember you are in control of the path that you walk how ever infinite. Remember to have a smiley fucking day. Forever grateful for such a lovely character (hoping blindly to get them back somehow)

[charlie-rulerofhell]

bbceurovision: Say hello to all our incredible Grand Finalists!

"The reason why we showed a pride flag in that scene [instead of our national flag] is very simple: Waving the German flag is a sign that only partially stands for solidarity, tolerance and acceptance, because sadly there are still way too many people in Germany who do not uphold these values — as you can see currently in our comment sections. So we rather wanted to show a flag that does advocate exactly these values, and say: This is way more important than our national borders."

- Lord of the Lost, Shop Takeover Q&A

[z0mbie2b0y]

Uhhh so like I really really love the idea of full shift wolves, so here's how I imagine the Hale pack den would look like when they are in full shift!!

OK, first off, it would definitely be in like a cool groove(?) That has little hole tunnels that lead to the main house!! I can imagine little secret doors in the house that lead to the den so that the pack has access to it anytime, I can also imagine that it looks wild on the outside but very comfy and has blankets, pillows and maybe some mattresses inside! I can also definitely see Jackson just cuddling up with Lydia (or Ethan for my Jethan shippers!!) On one of the mattresses after a long run lol, I can also see Stiles play fighting with Scott (that ends up with a pillow being ripped), I can also imagine a hidden room in the den where it's for Stiles and Derek like just for them but I can imagine them not really using it because puppy piles :3

(Did this while listening to wolves of the revolution, and here's photos that inspired me!!)

[beesofwisdom]

:)

[nonbinary-niki-bog]

Hi Nikiiii!! :3

Color thing!

Green

Mauve

Honeydew

Chartreuse

Tangerine! :D

aw, thanks Teddy for all those lovely words. and you could most definitely go for it if you want to. but, um, what's exactly a "homie"? sorry, but i don't think i've heard that word before.

('keep reading' is for reference :D)

GREEN = I think you’re cute.

MAUVE = You are really talented.

HONEYDEW = I want to call you by a nickname.

CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie. T

ANGERINE = I love your aesthetic.

[everymlmhybrid]

This is awesome just remembered I get to write the frottage scene soon assuming I actually write more than 4 words this week.