#this is so bloody mary challenge

[iamjoesleftnut]

Wow guys I’m so funny please laugh

[arsenicflame]

if they wouldnt make out over the bloody corspe of someone they just killed whats even the point

[therizinotfuckingthere]

i enjoy seeing someone reblogging my post where it’s just a photo i took of a search that has the top result being “peppino spaghetti trans” and when i go to look at their blog for a moment, all of the latest posts are related to peppino being trans

[sanjoongie]

𝔽𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝔽𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕙 𝔽𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝟚𝟜

🥀These prompts are hosted by @thelargefrye and myself, masterlist can be seen here

🥀The following is a month full of Ateez smut. Minors, please do not interact. Various tropes and aus will be utilized as I see fit. This is both a challenge and treat for me as a writing, so I hope you can enjoy it with me!

🥀divider made by @cafekitsune on masterlist and all subsequent posts

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

🥀Day One: Deepthroating- Wooyoung

🥀Summary: when yunho leaves wooyoung to work on assembling the ship himself, you're left to relieve the stress wooyoung has built up

🥀Day Two: Cheating / Creampie- Jongho

🥀Summary: in which you're assigned the alias as Jongho's wife and he takes that pretty fucking seriously

🥀Day Three: Mirror Sex- Hongjoong

🥀Summary: When you chant Bloody Mary in the mirror to get a glimpse of your future husband, you see the Grim Reaper instead, but those aren't mutually exclusive

🥀Day Four: Public Sex- San

🥀Summary: When San comes to you, the local wise woman (read rumored witch), to get a bullet wound dressed, he's also looking to convince you to let him under your skirts, and your heart

🥀Day Five: Dacryphilia- Yunho

🥀Summary: you guide your golden retriever hybrid boyfriend through his first time and you discover you have an affinity for his pretty face when he cries

🥀Day Six: Auralism / Sensory Deprivation - Mingi

🥀Summary: one the full moon, you play a game of Find and Fuck, where you hunt down Mingi with only the sound of his noises as he masturbates

🥀Day Seven: Voyeurism- Seonghwa

🥀Summary: Seonghwa, in pursuit of knowing your body better for breeding techniques, asks if you could show him how you pleasure yourself. The alien soon learns he likes watching you, like all the aliens do

🥀Day Eight: Experimental / Nipple Play- Yeosang

🥀Summary: after an unfortunate accident with your shears, you visit the doctor, only to be surprised by his magic. fate throws you into a blind date with the doctor and then your curiosity gets the better of you when the blind date develops.

🥀Day Nine: Praise / Long Distance Sex- Yunho

🥀Summary: when Yunho calls you one day, drunk and missing you, you let him guide you through some stress releasing phone sex

🥀Day Ten: Hate Fucking - Yeosang

🥀Summary: when you claim that Yeosang was a man of no emotions and Yeosang demanded you prove yourself right, a passionate and hot sex session follows

🥀Day Eleven: Somnophilia- Mingi 

🥀Summary: you make an agreement with your incubus friend that he can feed on you, if only while you’re sleeping

🥀Day Twelve: Mommy Kink - Wooyoung

🥀Summary: wooyoung is just a loser guy in the 2000’s and you’re the hot 2000’s girl that’s considering letting him go down on you… at a cost, of course

🥀Day Thirteen: Uniform - Seonghwa

🥀Summary: When your first mate successfully enacts a mutiny, you’re left with one simple task… to be his cum bucket

🥀Day Fourteen: Threesome / Ritual - San/ Hongjoong

🥀Summary: when San and Hongjoong decide to join your valentine’s day ritual, you get the surprise of a lifetime: a threesome!

🥀Day Fifteen: Femdom / Degradation - Jongho

🥀Summary: as the advisor to a strong lord, and the true power behind the powerful man, you often put Jongho in his place. He adores it, including summoning a certain knight to help, among other degrading acts

🥀Day Sixteen: Cockwarming - Mingi

🥀Summary: when you crave some time with one of your busy boyfriends, the compromise turns out to be everything you need with an unexpected surprise

🥀Day Seventeen: Body Worship - San

🥀Summary: San shows that you deserve to be spoiled like the queen you are, and why exactly he was the one chosen to be your first consort

🥀Day Eighteen: Size Kink - Jongho 

🥀Summary: When a particular mission causes you to almost tip over the edge from hero to villain, Jongho is the soothing balm to take your stress away

🥀Day Nineteen: Masturbation / Edging - Yunho

🥀Summary: Yunho decides the best way to stop you from beating him in a race to create the best app in a technology contest is to distract you... with his body

🥀Day Twenty: Soft Dom-Sub / Roleplay - Wooyoung

🥀Summary: when you decide the healthy outlet to a rumored lifestyle with your younger lover is in fact to play out a scenario of a woman cheating on her husband with the pool boy

🥀Day Twenty-One: Aphrodisiacs / Overstim - Hongjoong

🥀Summary: Hongjoong accidentally scratches you with his poisonous tail, and the results because of your mating and Seonghwa’s genetically-spiced saliva, are pleasurable for the both of you

🥀Day Twenty-Two: Double Penetration - Seonghwa/Yeosang

🥀Summary: Yeosang is in love with his best friend AND his best friend’s girlfriend. What he doesn’t know is you have a grand Master plan to bring you all together

🥀Day Twenty-Three: Breeding Kink - Wooyoung

🥀Summary: when you took Wooyoung in as a stray hybrid, you didn’t think about triggering his rut

🥀Day Twenty-Four: Pegging / Feminization - Mingi

🥀Summary: Mingi got all dressed up for you to fuck him with your strap-on

🥀Day Twenty-Five: Free Use / Spit Play - San/Seonghwa

🥀Summary: a new club is opened in the Choi’s territory, your newly required husbands, in your honor and you arrive with Seonghwa and San in order to christen it properly

🥀Day Twenty-Six: Tentacle sex - Yunho

🥀Summary: an incubus thinks you’re a tasty witch snack as a widow, and it’s about to turn your day around

🥀Day Twenty-Seven: Cuckolding - Yeosang/Jongho

🥀Summary: not every couple purchases an android just for the purpose of cuckolding your husband, but it was well worth it’s weight in crypto credits

🥀Day Twenty-Eight: Predator-Prey / Strength Kink - Hongjoong

🥀Summary: when you and your gaming friend learn about a glitch in one of your favorite games, you exploit it on an erotic level

🥀Day Twenty-Nine: Gangbang - ot8

🥀Summary: as the office pet, your duties after hours are completely different

[monakisu]

I want you to know that I came across a random post of your Death Note art, went "Awww, oh my gosh, with the way this person draws Light I think Akechi would look fantastic in the same style!", clicked onto your profile, and then saw your newest artwork was Akechi. I'm still kind of cackling over it and thought maybe you'd find it funny too. Your art is SO cute, I'm very happy I found it <333

HAHA THAT’S AMAZING (<< was an akechi artist wayyyy before i fell head over heels for light)

but rlly… theyre so similar:

- brunet

- asshole

- pretty boy

- mass murderer

- black-haired homoerotic rival

at the end of the day, the key difference is one is a top and the other is a bottom.

ok but seriously, they’re vastly different characters on a fundamental level:

- light was handed everything him on a silver platter: family, friends, looks, intellect, a comfortable life… as a bastard child of a sex worker and now an orphan, goro had to fight his way to his current position and will always harbor a terrible sense of inferiority (light is completely confident in his absolute superiority, Always (that’s why the challenge of L sent him off the deep end of obsession lol))

- light genuinely sees himself as a hero, while goro would like to feel the same but is nonetheless depressingly aware of his villain’s journey (his undesirable position as the detective vs the underdog phantom thieves, his string of assassinations, his ultimate dirty bloody goal, etc.).

- light’s motive is about the world’s salvation, cleansing, the birth of his ideal reality (very messianic of him with the slightest loving tinge of mary cradling her lamb hahaha) while goro is laser-focused on ruining this one asshole’s life in particular, vengeance and revenge at once! one’s focused on rebirth, and the other gunning straight for death! they both use murder to get what they want but light probably floats around thinking himself so clean and divine as mother of the world (ignorance is bliss) while goro is constantly desperately trying to cover up his suspiciously red hands with his gloves hehehe… they’re both constantly striving for perfection, just with varying levels of self-awareness!!

- goro is a canonical loner; light has a horde of friends; this is probably due to a difference in public persona! goro is an untouchable idea of what he thinks a human should be and is completely out of the loop when it comes to normal social interactions (believes opening with hegel will instantly endear himself to the average person (luckily he inflicted that upon akira who is decidedly not average in the slightest)), light is implied to be more down-to-earth and even slightly goofy (he’s gaming decorum like an advanced speedrunner)! it’s probably good how distant goro is, because getting any closer to him will allow you to see how off-putting and uncanny he is, sorta like an AI-generated image—seams in the wrong places and far too much teeth LOL. meanwhile light has this whole shebang so thoroughly figured out that he’s BORED with it all! he’d like to move on to the next game (with L), thank you!! light definitely still exudes uncanny creepiness (it’s his natural state of being) especially when he zones out or starts hysterically cackling out of nowhere at his own thoughts, but he’s a hundred times better at masking compared to goro due to a better upbringing. goro is starved for the adoring friends he sees akira easily picking up one after another; light couldn’t give less of a shit because he’s always had those trivial luxuries! he’d much rather prefer an adoring WORLD!!

- then there’s the difference in how they die… one started out surrounded with company but ultimately died alone, while it’s the opposite for the other (if you count the de-realization of maruki’s reality as goro’s “death” (which i don’t)).

- in conclusion, light and goro are like funhouse mirror reflections of each other!!! one is a pampered lapdog getting a taste of rabies and letting loose, while the other is a starving wolf trying to domesticate itself for treats and headpats!! and i <3 them both!!!!!

anyways i may be wrong about light because im going purely off of fics, tumblr shitposts, and my own imagination :] feel free to school me in a way that won’t destroy my delusions!

[sidemenxyn]

Pub crawl, (chips video)

Tw: alcohol use, language, drunk people, throwing up and I believe that’s it!

Ik when you read this it will be different to the one video I based it on, but it will have the same concept.

Harry (w2s) Lewis x Y/n (w3s) Willows, (afab reader)

–—–

“Welcome to another pub crawl! Today we have teams of two!” The camera panned to you and the others as Chip finished speaking. You smiled brightly as you saw the camera turned your way. Chip continued “the teams are, Reev and George!” “Me and ArthurTv!” “Chris and Theo, and then Bonnie and Clyde! Aka Y/n and Harry!” You all laughed loudly at the small joke.

You looked at Harry to see him pulling you in for a small hug as Chip was giving out costumes. Then he and the camera man stopped in front of you and Harry and joked “we all know Harry has done some illegal substances” you all laughed as you watched Chip hand Harry a prisoner costume “so I believe it’s time you should pay the price and be a felon and your lovely missus will be the prison warden!” The group all laughed as you were handed the police costume. You giggled at the costumes. Chip and Arthur were golfers, George and Reev were ketchup and mustard, Chris and Theo are the chicken and the egg then you and Harry were a prisoner and policewoman.

So the game has began, the group had showed up at the first pub. You all sat outside the pub, waiting for the mystery pint or shot. Chip and Arthur walked out with some glasses, you heard Harry asked “is that a Bloody Mary?!” You looked over to Chip and to which he nodded. Chip presented “so first up a Bloody Mary each! No challenges on the first hole but there are more to come.” You watched as Chip and Arthur downed their drinks. Then Reev and George, as George almost finished his glass he tipped his head forward. And being the competitive people Harry and yourself were, you two were the first to point out “he tipped his head back, that’s one!” Chip and the rest agreed. George joked “gosh you take your drinking very seriously, wouldn’t suspect you pair were alcoholics.” You all burst out with laughter knowing you and Harry can drink well and hold it well.

It was now your turn to down the Bloody Mary, you hear Theo joke “watch now she’ll wolf that down her!” You side-eyes Theo and began to down the drink with ease. You and Harry high-fived as you place the empty drink down on the table. You looked at Harry and encouraged “right, your turn now, you can do it Haz.” You all watch him as he too down his drink with ease. You all clapped and Chris laughed “the alcoholic couple everyone.” To which you jokingly bowed to.

You all grabbed your things and moved onto the next pub. As you were you walked with Reev and Harry as you three were in a conversation.

Now as you arrived at the next stop, Chip got the groups attention “right! Second hole so that means there is a challenge! And that is your partner has to pour your drink while you drink it, so basically you can’t hold the glass your partner does.” Chris said “oh I got him to pour my drink?!” As he points at Theo, Theo gives a shocked facial expression as he defends “I’ll be good I swear.” You laughed at the pair.

The drink were out and you and Harry decided to go first. Harry told you “give me your hand, if you need me to stop squeeze my hand, ok?” You nodded as your fingers intertwined with his. You downed the drink while Harry kept tilting the pint glass up. Once you were done Harry gave you a hug as you didn’t back down once. Is that a coincidence? Not really.

It was now Chip and Arthur’s go, Chip held Arthur’s glass as he began to drink. As Arthur was drinking, he squeezed Chip’s hand. Chip stopped which caused them a point, Arthur then moved his mouth away from the glass causing a spill which added another point to their chart.

As you were walking to your next pub, you were slightly more tipsy now. So being the funny troublemaker you are, you ran over to Harry and jumped onto his back. You all were laughing loudly, so what Harry did was sling you over his shoulder and carried you.

Once you had got to the third pub, Chip declared the second challenge “in this pub you will have to be blindfolded and your partner has to guide you with their voice!” So you were handed the blindfold. Tying it at the back of your head, you turned your head and heard Harry say “right, love, you need to go forward.” You took a few steps and then he said “ok! Now go right” you turned your body and started to feel dizzy then you tripped but felt hand grab your waist. Knowing it was Harry you thanked him as you and the boys laughed. He said “right the table is two steps in front of you.” You took those two steps and felt the table against your thigh. So felt around the table then felt a cold glass. “Is this one mine?” Harry replied “yeah, go for it!” You picked up the glass and chugged it like there was no tomorrow. Finishing the glass you felt for the table and placed the glass back down.

Taking off the blind fold, you and Harry cheered as you did it. You watched as the rest of the boys did it, then you helped Harry get another victory.

–—–

Some time later…

–—–

It was now getting dark and you all had made it to the last bar. You asked Chip if you could go to the toilet, just in case it would’ve deducted any points. He aloud you, so you went to the bathroom. You went into the stall and did your business. Once you got out you saw two random girls fighting right there and then. Your face grew shocked, so not trying to get involved you walked around the two fighting on the floor and went back over to the boys.

Once you sat down Theo laughed “Y/n, looks like you’ve seen a fucking ghost!” You said “well I just went the toilet and I walked out to see two girls fighting!” The boys were shocked and Chip looked at the camera “that’s what you get in British pubs!” You said “they were going for it too!” As you said that you saw them getting kicked out “over there!” “That’s them?” “Yeah.” You all had calmed down now as you rested your head against Harry’s shoulder.

Chip said “right, the last one! No challenges just down the ping and we’ll see who wins!” You looked at your Guinness, looking back up you watched as George finished his drink off. Then it was Harry’s turn and as expected, he downed it in one. Then you did the same, Arthur downed his in two and the it was Chip’s turn. He did it in two as well, but as you were talking to Chris you heard “Shit” you looked over to see Chip has thrown his Guinness back up and into his cup. You automatically handed Harry’s and your cups to him so he wouldn’t be sick on the pub’s table. He paused and then threw up into the two glasses. Theo spoke “Josh! Josh drink some water!” You went over to the counter and asked “could I get two bottles of water please.” You handed the money as the placed the bottles on the counter.

Walking over, you handed Chip the bottles of water and said “drink them I have some paracetamol in my bag if you want any?” He nodded. You watched as Harry handed you the paracetamol and then you grabbed two of the tablets and handed them to him.

After the video was down, you all called it a day and headed home.

You were now cuddling with Harry on your sheared bed, playing with his hair he smiled as he slowly drifted off. You then too started to fall asleep. At least you knew that you and the boys enjoyed themselves and Chip has a great video to put out.

[darksilvania]

Fakemon Challenge #6 - REFLECTERROR (Bug/Ghost) The Haunted Mirror pokemon

It is based on the Mirror Spider, Haunted Mirrors and the urban legend of Bloody Mary

The mirrorr in the abdomen of REFLECTERROR works as a portal between the world of the living and the dead, allowing the pokemon to call fort spirits that it can control.

It usually inhabits old abandoned buildings, waiting for humans to come close and look into it, so they an be attacked by the spirit.

[lillygamine]

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓌

♡ Warning:Female!Reader x Male!Yandere, Male!Demon, Mention of non-consensual relationship, Mention of Ritual, Mention of non-con body touches, Being Haunted, Threats, Mention of non-relationship, Short Imagine. ♡ Note: I tried to write something about it, but I admit it was night and I ended up getting a little scared because I imagined too much, but I hope you like it ^^' ♡ Note 2: I don't speak English so I'm sorry for any mistakes in writing.

You shouldn't have gone to that party, you should have accepted that stupid challenge…

You were always afraid of messing with the supernatural, Ouija board, Bloody Mary or anything like that didn't seem like a good idea, but you still accepted the challenge of doing a supposed ritual to summon demons! Where were you thinking?!

The environment was all prepared, just like horror movies, the supposed ritual written on a folded sheet of paper with weird drawings, that would certainly lead to nothing, right?

Big mistake, things started the next day… Voices, Bizarre dreams, you no longer had a single second of peace.

You started to become paranoid, feeling like you were being watched all the time, you tried to convince yourself that it was nothing, but you couldn't ignore it anymore after bruise marks started to appear on your body after your bizarre dreams.

You can't deny it anymore, that challenge really summoned something…

You tried going to a psychic, but he was just a conman trying to take every penny from you.

You tried turning to religion, seeking some kind of exorcism or some protection, but that seems to have made everything worse!

Before, the supernatural phenomena seemed distant from you, but now the voices seemed to be whispered in your ear, making it possible to feel a kind of heat on your neck, and the entity that previously only watched you from afar are now always extremely close to you, enough to reach out and touch you!

In a desperate attempt, you try to contact this being, you redo the ritual and ask who is here, and what they want from you, deep down you didn't believe it would work and it really didn't seem to have any effect…

But, when you lay down on your bed, overwhelmed by the accumulated tiredness, you felt your bed sink next to you, but your body didn't seem to respond to your commands! Then a hand turned you over, leaving you face to face with completely red eyes, which were fixed on you. Your body had goose bumps and your breathing faltered, you were terrified.

-You're a silly little creature, aren't you?

The entity said in a sarcastic tone, his voice seemed distorted and deep, full of amusement, which did nothing to improve your panicked state.

-You summoned me to a pact, and when you got one you're trying to get rid of me? That's very audacious!

You feel a hand grab your neck, squeezing it, and you feel your breathing become more difficult.

-Too audacious… But

The hand loosens, and you take a deep breath, trying to fill your lungs as much as possible.

-I admit that your soul interests me now, I have already accepted your request and we have a pact now, so don't try to get rid of me…

The entity approaches your ear, speaking in a dark tone

-You are mine now, forever!Your soul is mine now! And if I have to kill everyone you love for you to understand that you belong to me, I will do it.

[gwenllian-in-the-abbey]

hi! so i started reading when christ and his saints slept (your recommendation, it's great btw) and wow george really dropped the ball on the dance cause what is this going on. like older sister against brother?? why would that work George??

i've seen tb make arguments that the usurpation set women's rights back for centuries, and that seems kind of silly cause the rule of (bloody) mary i still led to the rule of elizabeth i. personally, i think the issue of women's rights has more to do with the lack of queen dowagers and regents which are more common in real history but less in asoiaf who use their power of being mothers of the king to advocate for women, and lay the groundwork (e.g. margaret beaufort, nurbanu sultan, anne of austria, etc)

but, also what are the greens meant to do because if viserys did not settle inheritance for his sons (through heiresses) whilst he lived there's no reason why rhaenyra would do it when she's queen.

for me the greens have three options : take the throne through conquest, ask for a great council (they have vhagar they can make demands), or three literally die.

like as much as i am green supporter if i was rhaenyra and i peacefully ascended to the throne and my half-siblings who are brothers with sons of their own well, they just have to die ottoman style, because allowing them cadet branches undermines her own and in the end you get a house bourbon supplanting house valois situation (something catherine de medici committed war crimes to prevent); you can't let them leave because well 6 dragons outside of targaryen control — you might as well be asking for trouble ; send them to the citadel —well two are married to each other, one has vhagar with clear anger issues, the other has tessarion and can just leave when he wants and, not even talking about the kids with their own dragons.

the truth is the greens can't just sit and do nothing. if viserys doesn't want the trouble of his sons ,and wants rhaenyra has queen then simply don't remarry or do you your duty to the sons that you have sired.

reading christ and when his saints slepts its actually comical how house targaryen don't have mistresses and they began to have them when the dragons are dead

this was a long rant but the greens don't have much options especailly cause their living in an environment where sons inherit before daughters. i would ask how would you make the story more compelling and logical causing reading penman the dance is not.

also, big can of your writing ofcir and akab are holding me down since hotd has been feeding us crap.

Anon I've had this reply sitting in my drafts and should have answered ages ago, so my apologies for the late reply!

I'm so glad you're reading When Christ and His Saints Slept. It's my go-to recommendation for historical fiction about the Anarchy, and Penman in general is just my absolute favorite historical fiction writer. I hope you continue the series that follows Matilda's son, Henry II, his wife Eleanor of Aquitaine, and their brood of children.

You're right that the greens didn't have many options if they wanted to stay alive. The show has downplayed that aspect this season but Alicent's sons and grandsons would always be a challenge to Rhaenyra and Jace's rule. You only need a basic understanding of the world to see that they were in an impossible position. Ultimately, Viserys is the one who destabilized his succession and deserves a lot more blame than the show is willing to give him.

As for the matter of powerful women, queens regnant, and women's rights, irl history is full of powerful queen consorts like Eleanor who exercised power, defended garrisons, negotiated peace, and sometimes, as in Eleanor's case, even rebelled against their own husbands. In the Anarchy, Stephen's wife, Matilda of Boulogne, was a force to be reckoned with, besieging Dover castle and making a treaty for Stephen with the king of Scotland. When he was captured in battle, Matilda raised an army, and when her army captured Empress Matilda's half-brother, Robert of Gloucester, who was one of her biggest supporters, Matilda of Boulogne negotiated a hostage exchange and secured Stephen's release. And this isn't even a Westeros problem because we see politically powerful women who are not queens regnant in-world-- Cersei as regent for her children, Catelyn, who was basically running the war effort before Robb set her aside, and even book!Alicent, who exercised a good deal of power. In fact, somewhat ironically, show!Alicent was well set up to exercise even more power than her book counterpart. It's clear Aegon actually listened to her and valued her counsel, even seeking out her advice and guidance. Having the ear of the king is no small thing, and if she'd done anything other than belittle him she could have ended up as his most trusted advisor. Look how easily Larys moved in! But the show instead had Alicent alienate Aegon and then treated her disempowerment as if it were a function of her gender rather than a result of her inability to provide useful counsel.

So no, a lack of queens regnant is not keeping Westerosi women out of powerful positions, and you're right anon, in that HotD seems to have decided that powerful women didn't exist as consorts, dowagers, and regents even though that's not true irl or in Westeros. As for women's rights, unfortunately having a queen regnant historically has done very little for women as a whole. Royal women tended to align their interests with other royals or nobles rather than with women as a whole, that is, solidarity is formed along class lines more often than it is formed along gendered lines. We see this even in our world today, where companies with women as CEOs in fact tend to hire fewer women in lower management positions. Rhaenyra being denied the throne doesn't mean much for the average Westerosi woman, but civil wars caused by an unstable succession can make everyone's lives demonstrably worse.

[writtenicarus]

What the marauders era would order from the chippy as a classified Brit

Remus = large cod and chips. And eats every bloody bite. His parents would get it for him every Friday from ages infant to all the way when he goes round for dinner in his adulthood

James = sausage in batter. Loves it so much and eats the batter first then the sausage

Peter = cod bites. Like the smaller pieces of cod and a large chips but never finishes it

Sirius = savaloy and chips because he grew up not having it and wanted to be different when they all get it. He also likes the snap when you bite into it.

Regulus = chicken and mushroom pie and chips. He eats it with a knife and fork.

Marlene = chicken and chips. Most likely strips but no spice cause she can't take it

Lily = fish cake and chips. Remus refuses to eat next to her because he thinks if you're gonna eat fish eat it properly

Mary = the same as Marlene but gets spicy chicken strips and spicy spuds instead of chips and washes it all down with a Rubicon mango

Dorcas = cod and chips like Remus and challenges him to who can eat it all first

Evan = chips. Just a fuck ton of chips

Barty = nuggets and chips cause he's a lil baby

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Just Keep Breathing - Garfield Logan X Female Reader

Title: Just Keep Breathing

Garfield Logan X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Cyborg (Mentioned), and the other Teen Titans (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 2,491

Warnings: Panic attacks, thoughts and mentions of home invasions, nicknames, brief mentions of blood, brief mentions of knives, violence briefly mentioned, crying, mini angst, and fluff

You had been having such a good dream, something involving unicorns, amusement parks, and cheese for some reason, but a lovely dream nevertheless. You didn't want to get up from your bed, the many blankets and your favorite comforter were perfectly wrapped around your body, engulfing you in your own personal cocoon of warmth and happiness. You sighed, shutting your eyes briefly, snuggling yourself further, deeper, into your blankets. Yeah, this was heaven. It was nice to be able to huddle up in your warm blankets - especially during the harsh winter months in Jump City. You could stay in bed forever...

But you really needed to go to the bathroom.

You huffed, slightly annoyed, you really just wanted to get back to sleep; maybe try and get back into that dream of yours. But, the bathroom was calling your name. Reluctantly, you pushed the blankets off of yourself, immediately shivering as the cold air hit you. Quickly, you shuffled on the green bunny slippers that your boyfriend, Garfield, had gifted you, so as to not let the cold hard floors bite your bare feet. 

Slipping out of your room, you shuffle down the hallway, still a bit groggy as you rubbed an eyelid with the palm of your hand. Thankfully, the short trip to the bathroom was easily done, ever since you installed auto-sensing lights near the floor; no more stubbing your toes on the corners of the walls anymore. Thank you, Target.

You began to hum some song that was stuck in your head - some song that you heard on the radio a couple of times, but never really got around to Shazaming - as you washed your hands; rinsing off all the soap before turning off the faucet. Drying your hands, you paused. Outside the door, you thought you heard something. Turning your head, you stared at the bathroom door - which was thankfully locked - trying to stay as quiet as possible to try and see if you could hear that sound again. Maybe it was just your imagination? Probably not the best night to have watched a horror movie… But you really wanted to watch 'IT' from the late eighties.

Anyway, you knew that sometimes, at night, your brain could play tricks on you; when it's bored. You tried it once, staring at your own reflection in the mirror with the bathroom light off. Your face morphed and shifted into something disturbing... It was spooky, you'd give it that, and you never did it since then. And you've heard of the 'Bloody Mary' challenge, you were never trying that.

Though, this time, you felt a shiver run down your spine. You continued to listen, your ears straining, until you heard something again. You let out the breath that you were holding, your hands beginning to fiddle with each other as you continued to stare at the door.

Your mind raced, not knowing what to do. You doubted that you could face whatever or whoever was out there. You didn't know what they wanted, why they were in your apartment, or if they had some sort of weapon. For all you knew, they were looking for you... Maybe... You didn't want your mind to wander and freak you out even further, but it was sort of too late for that. After a moment, you grabbed the door handle, unlocking it with a twist. Slowly twisting the door handle further - so that you could easily open the door if needed - you pressed the side of your face against the door, listening. 

You then froze, pure terror filling you and bubbling in the pit of your stomach as the door handle twisted slightly in your grip. You didn't know if that was just you - your grip slipping slightly - or if there was actually someone... Right, outside your door. Immediately, you locked the door, your heart racing a million miles per second as you ran a hand through your hair. Glancing around the room, you tried to look for anything that you could possibly use for protection - as a weapon - but it was hard to fully think, or fully understand your thoughts. 

You were scared. You were scared that whoever was in your apartment was going to get you. If there was someone out there, they probably would search all the rooms before finding the bathroom door locked. They would surely try and get in. They would punch, kick, and slam against the door until they brutally forced it open. And, there was no escape. Your bathroom was small. Just a toilet, sink, and tub tightly placed together in a tiny room that you were convinced used to be a closet of some kind. There wasn't even a window. 

You weren't like the supers of the world. You were just a regular human being. You had a regular job, and had a regular life. You paid your bills and you went out to hang with your friends sometimes. You weren't like Garfield. Garfield. Your eyes widened as you raised your arm up. On your wrist was a communicator that Garfield gave to you; Cy had created it for him to give to you. It was in case anything bad were to happen or if there was an emergency, Garfield was just one push of a button away. All you had to do was call him, and he'd be right there. 

Regret swirled within you. You had wished you did take Garfield's - and the team's - invitation on having a slumber party at the Tower. But, you weren't really feeling up to socializing, you had a long day of work before meeting up with Garfield and his friends. You just wanted to go home, eat, and rest. But now, you were really regretting not staying at the Tower. You could've been watching some movie, eating popcorn with everyone, before cuddling up with Garfield for the night, right about now. 

Right now, you really wished to be anywhere else.

Staring down at your communicator, you pressed the center button, only then did you feel that your heart was racing a million miles a second. With one tap, the small screen lit up, a tired-looking Garfield appearing in it. "Y/N?" He mumbled groggily through the communication system, rubbing his eyes with a curled fist. "It's four in the morning. What's up?" He yawned, and the moment you heard his voice, you felt the tears well up in your eyes; just hearing his voice made you feel so much better, but you were still scared. When he noticed the distraught look on your face, he became more awake, concern clear in his expression. "Hey... Hey, Y/N. You okay, babe? Why are you crying?" You tried to calm down, you tried to speak, but no words were coming out; your panic only rising. Becoming more worried at your worsening condition, he continued, albeit somewhat frantic, "Hey, okay, babe. I'm coming right over, uh, stay right there." As quickly as he said those words, he hung up the call. 

You dropped your arm, but not before trying to rub the racing salty tears from your cheeks. Stepping back, you tried to calm your racing heart. Blinking, you looked up at the ceiling light; blurred from your watery vision. Your heart felt as if it was pounding against your ribcage, threatening to break out of your chest and escape - or explode, or implode. Your body began to feel extremely cold as you stepped into the dry tub behind you. You clenched your clammy hands, your fingers tingling. Sliding down against the tiled wall, you raised your knees to your chest, curling your arms around them. 

And though you felt cold, you also felt incredibly warm. The panic crashed down on you like a rough ocean wave, crashing down on you so strong that you couldn't breathe. It felt as if you were drowning. Tears kept flowing freely from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and onto the tub below you. Your body shook violently, and your breathing grew irregular. You began to hyperventilate as the images flashed through your mind. A mysterious figure lurking in your apartment. Hiding in your closet, waiting to pounce. The blood on his knife as he slashed. The cold, hard floor as you bled out. Your mind was racing with so many horrible 'what ifs and maybes' that you didn't hear the apartment door opening, and closing. 

Garfield carefully entered the quiet and dark apartment - in his cheetah form. A bit much? No. He didn't know what he was going to be facing. He needed to be prepared for anything. He surveyed the room, his green eyes narrowed as he searched room after room. A dreadful thought scratched in the back of his head; what if some villain found out about you? As he searched your apartment for anyone, he prayed not. After checking each room, under the bed, in the closets, behind curtains, everything... He walked up to the bathroom door. Shifting back, turned on the hallway light, absentmindedly adjusting the string of his purple hoodie before he gentle knocked on the door.

"Babe... You in there?" He juggled the doorknob, it was locked. He knew you were in there,he could hear your muffled crying. With no sound of you opening the door, he pursed his lips before getting an idea. Shifting down into an ant, he crawled under the door. Upon reaching the other side, he shifted back, his green, worried eyes immediately finding your huddled figure in the bathtub. Crouching down, he placed his hands on the tub's rim, his heart feeling as if it was physically breaking upon seeing you so distressed. "Oh, baby, what happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Garfield asked softly, yet quickly - though his voice was slightly muffled from the ringing in your ears as he reached out with a hand to run his fingers through your damp hair; brushing it away from your face and behind your ear. You sniffled loudly as you attempted to answer.

"I-" A sob escaped your throat and you tried speaking more clearly. You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, "I-I'm not hurt." You then spoke, your voice was shaky and uneven. 

Garfield nodded, his hand falling from brushing through your hair to cup your wet cheek, brushing the tears away with the pad of his thumb. "Alright, that's great. Uh, can you tell me why you’re crying?" He then asked, watching as your eyes flickered around the bathroom before landing on him.

You shook your head quickly, "No," Your soft voice cut him off, "Please-" You sucked in some air, but for some reason your lungs felt extremely dry; they seemed to burn. "I- I can't breathe."

Garfield's eyes widened as he nodded, mind scrambling slightly as he went straight into action. He knew the moment he saw you that you were suffering through a panic attack; he had them sometimes too. "Okay, uh, here," He paused, standing to slip into the empty bathtub beside you, Immediately as he did that, you latched onto him, your fingers gripping onto the soft material of his purple hoodie. "Okay, I know that this is scary. But you can get through this, babe." He spoke as reassuring as he could, his arms wrapping around you, "Here," He took one of your hands, placing it on his chest, right above his heart. "Can you feel how my heart is beating?" He asked softly, smiling gently down at you. You blinked, nodding silently. "We're gonna try and match its rhythm, okay?" Garfield asked, still holding your trembling hand in place. You nodded again, and he nodded back. "Okay, babe, breathe in," Garfield slowly started to inhale and exhale as you watched, following his example as best as possible. 

After a few minutes of just breathing and sitting silently, you pulled away from Garfield, wiping your eyes and attempting to compose yourself once more. "I'm sorry, Gar." You whispered, your eyes focused downward. "I thought someone broke in… I-I was freaking out over nothing."

Garfield almost pouted, his green eyes softening as he reached out to cup your cheek once more, lifting your eyes to meet his. "You have nothing to apologize for, babe," He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Everything is fine. You're okay." His emerald eyes were filled with so much love and concern that it made you melt inside. "Do you need anything else? Do you want water? Like, dude, I know that when I have my attacks, I always want water after. The same with ice cream. Do you want me to go get you some? Or stay here?-" Garfield asked, but you cut him off, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek softly.

"Stay with me?" You asked, and Garfield couldn't help but sigh; he practically had hearts in his eyes - smitten by your touch.

"Of course, babe," He leaned over to kiss you one last time before pulling away, “Anything for you.” You leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. He kissed the top of your head before resting his chin there. You both sat there for a good minute or so, before Garfield began to feel uncomfortable; his side oddly pressed against the tub’s wall. "Well, I don't know about you, babe, but I think sleeping in your bed might be more comfortable."

You let out a laugh, "Are you judging the comfortability of my tub?" 

“I wouldn’t dream of demeaning your lovely bathtub, my dear.” He chuckled, standing, and offering his hand out to you; you took it, "My lady," He made you laugh once more with the terrible attempt he had of a posh accent.

"Why, thank you," You curtsied before you both stepped out of the empty tub and out of the bathroom.

Hand in hand, you and Garfield headed to your bedroom, where he helped you climb into bed, crawling under the blankets after you; wrapping his arms around you, he dugged his head in your neck. "I love you, Gar," You spoke softly, only for Garfield to pull away from you slightly, just enough to let his eyes meet yours.

"I love you more, babe," He jokingly argued, unable to look away from you, he felt his cheeks burn slightly just by being in your presence. “Incredibly more.”

"Yeah, yeah, I know, you're a big sap," You giggled, resting your head on his chest -  you could hear his heart beating - "But, I love you more."

The room then fell quiet, Garfield listened as your breathing slowed, and evened out. “Impossible..,” Carding his fingers softly through your hair, he turned to press his lips to the top of your head, a small smile growing on his face. "I love you more." He muttered softly before he drifted off to sleep, hoping to see your smile when he woke up.

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[mj0702]

For the anon that asked so nicely for a Tooney sneak peek... I hope you're happy with this ❤️ (if not you can hit @valewosomtb with a newspaper roll - she chose Tooney over Less 😉😉)

You entered the room which was officially dubbed the “common get together”-room finding Lucy, Keira, Mary, Less, Tooney, Niamh, Meado and LJ (who you honestly could do without) chilling around. Some of them were lounging on the couch while Tooney, Less and Niamh were placed at the table playing with some Legos. You made a beeline for your two bestest friends as Keira looked up from her book

“No” the blonde just said knowing letting you sit with them would end up in a Lego fight and you'd throw pieces at each other until one got either hurt or cried

“Keira cooooome ooooon” you whined which caused Tooney and Less to look up

“Yeah Keira... cooooome ooooon” Tooney whined too

“Come here Bubs” Lucy said from her place on the couch stretched her hand towards you trying to get you to come over to her “Wanna show you something”

“You can always show it to LJ” you pulled a face and your voice was laced with venom

“Huh?” your sister looked at you confused as you turned around now marching towards Toonie like you were on a mission

“Bitsy” Keira warned you raising her eyebrow in challenge

“I'm just gonna sit here” you said annoyed and the blonde noticed your grumpy mood

“No Lego fights!” the blonde looked at you threating

“Okay mom” the three of you answered simultaneously grinning

Soon after Less got called away by the media team for some... whatever, you didn't pay attention. Tooney and you continued to build on your Lego castle but as usual after like 30 minutes you both got bored

You just looked at each other communicating without words – like always. You both stood up at the same time looking around until your eyes fell on the dart board that was hung up on the other side of the room. Tooney and you tried to be as sneaky as possible as you slandered over to said piece of fun without noticing Keira watching every step you took. Just as you were about to pull the third dart out of the board so Toons and you could play a hand reached over your shoulder taking all darts away

“I told you... no sharp objects” you immediately reconized the voice of one Keira Walsh

“They're not sharp...” you pouted as you turned around to look at her with your best puppy eye look

“No pointy objects either” Keira smiled sweetly and you knew it was fake as fuck

“But... Tooney and I wanted to play” you pouted

“Tooney is banned from pointy objects too” the blonde just said hoping to end this topic

“Tooney is what?” Ella said confused

“The last time you whined for a WEEK that your finger nearly fell off” Keira rolled her eyes “So no darts for you either... find something else”

“Oh yeah.. I forgot about that... it was really close for me finger to fall off” Tooney said as she remembered her last interaction with darts

“Your bloody finger was fine” you exclaimed

“Bloody... that's the word you should emphasize... so much blood” Ella sighed

“Less nearly broke my nose.... THAT was bloody... your finger was just... trickling blood” you said upset

“If you don't stop to one up each other immediately I'm going to put you in different corners of the room” Keira interrupted your “fight”

“Sorry mom” both of you said

“Gosh... can't you two play nicely with each other for once?” the blonde rolled her eyes

“We tried... you wouldn't allow it” you tried to reason with her

“No sharp or pointy objects” Keira said again “Find something else”

You looked over at Tooney who just shrugged her shoulders

“Uh... there's a bowling thing in the basement... can we go bowling? Nothing sharp, nothing pointy” you said excited as Tooney started to beam

“Not without a responsible adult around” Keira said “And I'm not going down there with you”

“Millie and Rach are down there... I think” you said as you tried to convince Kei

“Lucy?” the blonde turned around to your sister

“Yeah?” Lucy looked up from her phone where she (most likely) texted with Ona

“I just spoke english did I?” Keira asked her ex

“Ehrm... yes? Why?” your sister asked confused

“Good... I just thought I switched to spanish without noticing it when I said them two nobbheads won't go bowling in the basement without a responsible adult and Bitsys answer was Millie and Rachel... I just wanted to double check that I in fact did use the english language” the blonde said and you groaned behind her knowing she just shut down your idea

“Oh no... you definitely spoke english” Lucy smirked

“Mary??” you asked hopefully looking at the keeper

“Yeah okay...” the tall brunette rolled her eyes but smiled noneless “I'll take you bowling”

“YES!!” you high fived Tooney “Mary counts as responsible, right?” you checked with Keira

“Yes... Mary counts as responsible” the blonde sighed actually hoping you'd find no body who would go with you so she could keep an eye on you

“Woohoo...” you cheered chasing after Tooney who already was sprinting towards the door

“No running” Mary yelled after you but it was no use as she stood up following the two of you

“I'll give them 20 Minutes” Keira said plopping down next to Lucy on the couch

“Naah... Mearps is good... Bubs respects Mearps.... 30” your sister grinned as she started a timer

32 Minutes later the door of the common room got kicked open and Mary carried you bridal style inside to cross the room with quick strides. Tooney was following after you apologizing profusely while you whined into Marys neck

“32 Minutes and 17 seconds” Lucy looked down on her phone grinning stopping the timer showing it to Keira

“Should we follow or just ignore that something went horribly wrong... as always when these two are left to their own?” the blonde sighed looking expectantly at Lucy

“Naah... she has Mearps with her...” your sister waved off smirking knowing you'll throw an absolute fit once one of the physios wants to touch whatever limp is hurting at the moment.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

"Ok but hurry up, Marlene, I don't want to be late for practice"

Marlene stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"Alright mate, where's your stupid friend, though?"

James shrugged "Probably snogging his girlfriend somewhere"

Marlene scoffed "Like that's excuse to miss practice"

James didn't mind. He was sulking. He wished he could have the excuse to miss stuff to snog a girlfriend like Sirius. He kind of missed Mary in that sense.

James had sworn that what he felt for her had been love. She had been his first girlfriend, his first time. They had shared stuff, they had seen each other naked. They had fun. And not only because of the sex.

Now James was heartbroken. But he wasn't sure if he was like that because he had loved Mary or because it had been great to have a girlfriend at all.

"You don't love me, James" she had said when she broke up with him like a month ago.

"But I do!" James had said with tears in his eyes.

Mary had laughed at that "You care for me and you are just a horny teenage boy that adores anyone who gives him good sex"

James twisted his mouth. She might've had a point.

Then Mary had grabbed his hands and lean in with a smile.

"You need to find a girl who is a romantic fool, who wants to marry, have children and all that shit. And when you do, it will all make sense. And you will realize what love actually feels like"

So maybe James was sulking because he had thought he had found the love of his life. But perhaps not.

"Just hurry up, Marly!" he said now, with an irritated tone.

"I just have to change... Want to come up with me?"

"Is... Is she... Do you think..."

Marlene smiled sympathetically "Yeah, Mary is probably up there"

James sighed hands on his pockets "Then, I'll wait for you here, I guess...." sulking again "But hurry up!"

Marlene put a supporting hand on his shoulder but immediately ran away up the stairs.

James took a seat on the nearest armchair in the Common Room, when he heard someone saying: "Oh hi Marly", and Marlene responded as she climbed the stairs: "Hi Lily".

Lily bloody Evans. She had always woke a strange curiosity inside of James. She had been the insufferable girl in Gryffindor. She had been Snivellus friend. She had been the teacher's pet.

It had been fun watching her lose her temper. Sirius and James had loved teasing her and tormenting her until she lost her shit.

Then suddenly, boom! Lily Evans stopped having bracelets, and stopped wearing braids, and her body developed and grew. And Lily Evans became very very pretty.

James remembered how he had commented that to his friends. They had teased him so badly, saying that Evans would never give him a chance, that James took the challenge.

He spent the majority of his fourth year trying to swoon her to prove something to his friends. But she was a difficult one. She always ended up insulting him. And the boys laughed.

That was before Mary. That was before James grew up and got into a real relationship. He felt more mature now.

The girl in question was now walking around the Common Room, lifting up cushions, kneeling to take a peek underneath sofas, searching through shelves, not even caring about the students around.

James found that situation amusing. He found entertainment in watching her curse under her breath and mumur things to herself as she searched through every corner of the Common Room.

When she reached to the corner where he was currently seating in and practically ignored him as she kneeled down and searched around James's feet, James couldn't avoid smiling.

"Looking for something, Evans?"

"Amm... Yeah..." she said from the floor "Can you lift your feet, perhaps?"

James did so as he put his feet on the table in front of him.

"So what is it?"

"Ha?" Lily, now defeated, was biting her nails in worry "Amm... Just a book"

"A book?"

"Yeah, a book! Do you know what a book is, Potter?" Lily snapped, she sighed as she settled on the floor, lying her head next to James's legs.

"Ok, you don't have to yell at me"

"Sorry" Lily groaned, covering her face in frustration.

"How is this book in question?" James asked as he leaned in to face her.

"What?" Lily was even distracted in worry.

"You know, size, color, is it thick or thin, maybe the title and author, the edition... Usually book characteristics"

Lily twisted her mouth "I didn't know you were interested in reading, Potter. I was sure all books looked the same to you"

"How rude!" James gasped.

Lily didn't seem content with her insult. All of her was worry.

"It is the Physics book from our year!" She began complaining "I was studying with it just here like an hour ago and now I can't find it! Bloody hell, exams have me like a mental person and I feel like I am going insane because how can a stupid book disappear like that! I mean as if magic exists and things vanish out of nowhere... And it is not even my book! I borrowed from the library because it is really expensive to buy, you know? Of course you don't know because it might be nothing to your stupid rich ass"

"And I keep getting insuled" James murmured.

"I'm sorry. It is just reflex" Lily pouted. "I am really stressed about GSCEs. We only have two weeks left to study... Two!"

James waved her off "Easy peacey. I've heard those exams are not as bad as they seem"

Lily crossed her arms "Easy for you to say, Potter. They are nothing else than the most important evaluation of our education years"

"Are they?" James raised an eyebrow "The most important?"

Lily looked at him as if he was crazy. She took a seat next to him.

"Only if you get good grades, it might be a door to the best Universities in the world!"

"What about the next two years?"

Lily shook her head "That's only to chose what kind of career we want. But we won't be able to choose anything if we fail"

James smiled "I think you are overreacting"

Lily sighed "This is important to me, you know? I need to get a scholarship... I don't have the money that..." and she gave him a nasty look "Some others have to pay for Uni"

Poor girl. She really seemed scared and stressed. It had been a general thing amongst fifth years upcoming the exams but this was another level. She wasn't using any makeup. Wearing kind of a messy ponytail over her head. She had bags under her eyes and she looked liked she had been crying.

James kind of felt sorry for her.

"You'll nail them, Evans" he said "The exams"

Lily turned to look at him with puppy eyes.

"You think?"

James swallowed "You've been top of our class since first year. Teachers praise you. You always have the best grades"

Lily twisted her mouth, like she didn't believe him.

"But these are for real"

"What were the other exams, fake and made up?"

That surprisingly made Lily laugh. It was new to be able to do that, specially for James.

"Maybe you shouldn't think about it much and try to relax"

James almost involuntarily put an arm around her, but he contained himself. Lily Evans was like a tickling bomb.

"And fail everything?"

"Or..." James raised a finger "Do everything exactly right because you'll be relaxed and confident"

Lily smiled at him "It that your life motto? Not to worry at all?"

James smirked "Precisely! Look at all the things I've managed thinking like that"

Lily scoffed and shook her head.

"You are an idiot, Potter"

She was pretty, James thought, she was beautiful just like that. Rosy cheeks and nose. Watery eyes. Messy ponytail and no makeup. Wearing just a hoodie and jeans. She was breathtaking just like that.

James never had been this close to notice each freckle on her nose. And how her eyebrows were ginger as well. And the lines of yellow, her green eyes had.

"I mean it, Evans. You'll want to be alive to get to the test in the first place, not die by a stress peak"

Lily narrowed her eyes.

"Who is exaggerating now?" Lily teased.

James smiled. There was a strange feeling around his chest. But good. Something good.

Lily took a deep breath. When she palmed his leg before getting up, James froze for a second the linger of the touch right on his thigh.

"I better keep looking for that book anyway"

James rubbed his hair and cleared his throat involuntarily.

"I can lend you mine so you can keep studying"

James was going to say more but Lily had lifted her arms exposing her soft belly and her red bright hair fell gracefully around her shoulders before she picked it up in a better ponytail once more.

"I... I don't think I'll need it much..."

James found himself watching with a half opened mouth.

"Thanks Potter but I have to find that book or else Madam Pince will kill me herself"

"Alright" James laid back trying to act like he was cool and Lily Evans was provoking strange things inside of him. He even rubbed his hair once more.

It had been a historical weird interaction between them. They had lasted minutes (MINUTES) without bickering or fighting like before. They had actually talked like civil people, like somehow friends.

It was odd but nice. Very very nice.

Now as James stared at Lily with new eyes, she became awkward. She cleared her throat.

"Anyway... Bye..."

"Good luck in your exams, Evans!" James exclaimed desperately as she walked to the staircase once more.

She turned, eyeing at him suspiciously.

"You too, I guess..." she said "Even though you are a natural knowitall, aren't you?"

And she smirked to herself before climbing up the stairs, thing that made James's heart skip a beat. Holy shiit....

Where the hell was Marlene? Why did girls have to take that long?

[2rats1gogh]

Just watched a video essay about Lady Jane Grey and it got me thinking about Rhaenyra.

The people rallied behind Mary Tudor, she was the rightful queen whilst Jane was nothing more than a puppet for the Dudley usurpers. Sound familiar?

Although reluctant at first Mary was forced to execute Jane because her throne couldn’t be secure with such an obvious threat looming over her. Again any of this paralleling someone?

Mary then goes on to become a tyrannical ruler who executed thousands of people in a span of only four years. Maegor with Teats anyone? 

So would England have been better off with Queen Jane I rather than Bloody Mary? Likewise, would Westeros have been better off with Aegon II and the more grounded Hightowers rather than Queen Rhaenyra who worships at the alter of Targaryen absolute?

OMG ABSOLUTELY YES.

The story of lady Jane Grey is actually so sad because like? Who usurped who really?

If i’m not mistaken, Jane could’ve been considered the rightful heir, since the previous ruler, Edward VI, named her his heir. He hated his sister, Mary, because she was a catholic, while he, alongside Jane, were protestant.

But if you think about it, it doesn’t even matter. Because as long as there is a strong, and very power-hungry contender to the throne, who fully believes they are in the right, and just taking something that belongs to them (whether or not it actually does) they are willing to kill any other person with a claim, again, whether or not they are legitimate or an usurper. They know that their own claim could only get them the throne, if there is nobody else who challenges them.

Same thing goes for Rhaenyra. She is a great parallel to Bloody Mary, while Aegon could be considered a parallel to Edward VI.

After the deaths of their fathers, both older sisters were dismissed in favor of a younger son. So, just like Mary never accepted Jane as the heir to her brother, Rhaenyra tries to take down the entire green faction, and even puts a bounty on baby Maelor’s head. Both were eventually remembered as violent rulers who didn’t even rule for that long.

[gregorovitch-adler]

Heartfelt

Sherlock,

Where do I even begin? I suppose I should start with an apology.

I'm sorry. Sorry for blaming you for Mary's death. It was her decision and you couldn't have done anything about it.

Sorry for cutting you out of my life and abandoning you when you needed me the most. I was a bloody idiot for ignoring that arsehole Culverton Smith when he talked about taking you to his 'favourite room'. You shouldn't have ended up at that place at all. It was my fault.

Finally, I cannot apologise enough for beating you up and physically assaulting you relentlessly that day. You had done nothing to deserve that. Nothing.

Least of all from someone like me. Me - the guy who ended up having a text affair with some random woman when Mary was alive, and the same guy who can't take care of his own daughter and relapses into alcoholism at any inconvenience in his life? Absolutely not.

I'm a horrible, horrible person who once happened to fall in love with the best and the kindest and the wisest man I'd ever known - you.

Yeah, that's true. I know it would be hard to believe, almost impossible, but it's true.

It is damn time I admitted it. I fell in love with you as soon as we met. And I'm still in love with you. I would like to elaborate more on that in person, but I'll leave it here, right now.

It's unbelievable that you're still kind enough to continue being my friend after that day. Anyone else would have called the police on me, or would have cut me out of their life, and I would've bloody deserved that.

I don't deserve you, that's for sure.

I beg for you to forgive me for real. I don't deserve to be forgiven, but you sure as hell deserve to hear an apology. So, there.

I don't expect you to return my feelings. I just want to be with you in any way you'd have me. It's an honour being your friend. I leave the rest to you.

Your friend (still, I hope),

John.

--

That was the e-mail John had been composing the whole morning - with the interruptions of spilling tears here and there or pressing backspace to delete the draft altogether.

John went through the final one and decided this was good enough as a heartfelt apology. The tone was a bit informal for an e-mail, but he was not applying for a job. It was Sherlock - John hoped he would understand.

John bent over his study table in the sitting room to click on 'send' with his trembling hand and furrowed brows.

Sitting on a wooden chair, he shut the lid of the laptop and swallowed as he wrapped his arms around himself.

Was it good enough? He sincerely hoped it was, even though he knew what he did to Sherlock - the man he was supposedly in love with - was unforgiveable.

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Sherlock September Challenge.

Prompt: Heartfelt by @onesmallfamily

Tags: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @gaylilsherlock @lisbeth-kk @keirgreeneyes @missdeliadili @lookingforlifeoutthere @a-victorian-girl @peanitbear @calaisreno @curlyjohnlock @kettykika78 .

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Happy birthday Ben hopefully you'll get MORE CLOTHES

Some hcs for him <3

-He has a hard time shopping because of his size thats why he just has the same clothes :") It doesn't help that he...yk...doesn't really like shopping either 💀 (Ik this isn't the real reason but idc). He has a hard time finding shoes too 😔

-fastest writer in the gang because after his injury sometimes he would need to write to communicate and he needed to learn how to write quickly and efficiently.

-A little superstitious and got stressed af when Aiden would do those "ghost challenges" (like saying Bloody Mary in a mirror in the dark or Charlie Charlie or whatever) 😭

-He can fall asleep in like 5 seconds and he's a deep sleeper too. You better not bother him or I'll throw hands :) LET HIM SLEEP

-insect fan :) Just lil guys tryna do their thing...so misunderstood...just like him...Of course his favourites are ladybugs ;D He feels like he needs their good luck!

-he's tried writing before too besides drawing but he doesn't enjoy it as much. Also type of guy who doesn't care if people can see him sketching in his journal...the opposite of us LMAO

-good poker face since he's constantly repressing his emotions 🫠 if only he knew how to play...

-hes so fluffy. Lil soft guy. Say nice things to him pls. It makes him gooey. Marshmallow of a boy. He loves compliments 🥹

-Has a lot of scars from street fighting, mostly on his hands and arms.

-he has a counselor at school he goes to when he gets really upset. Usually Aiden goes with him as a...precaution.

-Ngl I think he'd be SOOO into Studio Ghibli movies and he'd cry watching all of them (kind of a romantic too)

-Likes blowing those lil party horns for birthdays and new years it enriches him.

-Mild phobia of fire that developed after he found that the gang had attacked and burned his house.

-His favourite food is sammiches :)

-When Lily was a baby, he used to sing her lullabies to help her sleep, and sometimes she would fall asleep under his arm if he was holding her.

I love him :D