#we don't talk enough how pretty earnest and adorable she is

[cyberparadis]

[dollypopup]

i don't talk nearly enough about how great Colin is

-excellent fencer, clearly dedicated to it. great taste in puffy shirts 10/10

-brave af!!!! idk about you, but the very idea of being out at sea for several months pretty much w/ no one who knows me scares the soul out of me. bruh is out here on a ship headed to a completely unfamiliar place w/ not one shred of fear

-he's such a good brother? the way he supported Benny was so sweet? and all his little quips with Eloise? they are the sarcastic siblings for SURE. boxing with Greg? playing hoops w/ Hyacinthe? his 'I'm clearly Daphne's favorite'? i adore him

-calling Anthony an ass in defense of Marina was ICONIC

-let's be honest, he was a real one w/ Marina all around. boi was out here defending her left right and center. and that scene where they go 'That's a. . .rather long engagement. . .' 'Or simply romantic! :D ' was adorable. then his 'Why does anyone, marry, Brother? For love.' line? so earnest! heart in his hands!!! and even after it all went kaboom he didn't say a bad word about her. told her he would still have married her if she just told him and he meant it. said that with his whole chest, too. got a reality check from her when he visited and then when asked STILL said 'we could have done more for her' KING 👏 SHIT. may we all have an ex that respects us this much

-canonically the best dancer out of the Bridgerbunch

-loves his mum with all his heart and soul. that scene where he's walking her up the stairs and they're joking around is so wholesome. that scene where Violet is looking for someone to escort her and A and B all flee the scene but Colin steps up? our boy is so sweet

-his scene w/ Jack where he's all puffed up and imposing and tall af going 'how dare you take advantage of them??? fix this shit, NOW' and then turning around and bashfully going 'i rehearsed that speech for hours' when he and Pen could talk privately again WAS ADORABLE, don't even TRY to deny it

-multitalented! our boy can do it all: he sings! he dances! he writes! he drinks his respect women juice on the daily! he fences! he's fluent in sarcasm! he rides horseback! he has anxiety! he's a flirt! he can't stop snacking! are you not entertained?

-also his scene w/ Will where he's like 'no, i fucked up, i insulted you and i messed with your business. i'm sorry and i'm making it right' was sexy as hell. he didn't have to, he could have totally just let it slide under the rug, but he took accountability and made amends

-speaking of sexy: our little rule breaker! holds Penelope's hands in front of everybodyyyy! no glove no love, who? writes her (love) letters while he travels! doesn't give a fuck about propriety! does drugs! I LOVE HIM

-so much integrity. when he messes up he takes full responsibility for it. he's nice as hell to Phillip, encourages his interests, nerds out with him. Stuck his whole neck out for Pen the Featheringtons. 'Do you think I would care that she loved someone else before? That would make me a hypocrite' apologizing to Pen before leaving for his tour. telling her she inspires him. is always there to escort his mum. everything good.

-lost and aimless, my beloved. he's just a dweeb putting on a front and it's so wonderfully relatable

-i love his hero complex. yeah, i said it!!! Dancing with Pen after Cressida spills the drink? HOT. Getting Marina away from the old dude clearly making her uncomfortable? HOT. Standing up to Jack? HOT. Getting Kate and Anthony to trudge along after that Pal Mall game? HOT. Daphne coming to him in the middle of the night demanding to know about the duel and him getting on a horse and heading out with her? HOT.

-he's sarcastic as hell. 'She likes me MUCH better than you, Benedict' 'Maybe he's still at the altar waiting for Miss Edwina' 'Of course not, you are *clearly* sober', Anthony: 'I wish to apologize' 'Are there locusts in the streets??? Blood in the Thames? Is the end of days upon us already?????' 'our host looks a bit fussy. do you think if he goes to bed we all have to leave?' and, of course 'Have you ever visited a farm?'

-he's just a lil shit w/ a heart of gold, how can you not love him?

[illmetkismet]

I'm so sorry if you've talked about this before, but if not, i wanted to ask you what's your opinion on 4make Leon? Do you think he's still a bit like that 21 yr old rookie he was in Racoon City?

:)

Eeeeeee thank you for the ask!! I talked about the ways Leon changes between 2 and 4 a bit in this post (and specifically the second part in the reblog), but more in a general sense. To get more specific, I think re4r Leon still has the same core values he did when he was a baby boy rookie - he's kind, he's selfless, he wants to help people so badly - but Raccoon City made an open wound out of him, and the intervening years between then and when we meet him again in 4 have scabbed the wound over and then mangled him with emotional scar tissue.

Let's start with some good: re2r Leon had kind of a naive trust in authority figures that led him to do some shitty stuff. I'm thinking specifically not letting the reporter out of the holding cell, insisting he has to talk to Irons first, because there must be a reason he's in there, right? Even in the face of a zombie apocalypse, Rookie Leon was like, "The carceral system makes sense, actually." And I'm sure him helping Ada, and being so difficult to dissuade from doing so in the end, had to do not just with his crush on her, but also with her telling him she was FBI. The one time his easy trust of authority figures pays off is with Marvin, but let's not talk about that 🥺

Re4r, on the other hand, opens with Leon basically monologuing about how much he hates the government and then having an uneasy car ride with two cops. You get the distinct impression that he's trying to be civil but he finds the implication that they don't want to be there or help him kinda distasteful. He sees them for what they are: lazy country cops who don't take their duties seriously, and that ticks him off. So right off the bat we see a Leon who's kinda withdrawn (he spends most of the cutscene staring out the car window) and who hasn't retained that blind adoration of a police uniform.

Him meeting Luis and immediately clocking him as 'fishy' is another great character beat. In the OG he just takes Luis at his word about being a cop, but in the remake he asks Hunnigan to look into him, which not only shows us he's not as naive anymore, but actually helps advance their story and relationship in a way the OG never did. They get to have that confrontation later about Luis working for Umbrella, and then Leon has to work his way towards trusting Luis enough to rely on him for the medicine and for help getting to Ashley.

So he's less naive, which is the good, but the bad.... Oh man, the bad... Along with his naivete in 2, he was also kind of an optimist. That's been almost thoroughly beaten out of him by 4 - he's withdrawn, quiet, depressed, and traumatized. We see it so clearly because it stands in such stark contrast to his central motivation in the game: that this time it can be different. He hasn't fully given up on optimism; there's a tiny spark of it in his heart still, and all throughout 4 he's desperate to keep it alive by trying to save Ashley, to connect with Ada, to trust Luis, even in trying to talk Krauser down while they fight.

It feels like in 4 he's mourning the rookie he used to be. He's not as trusting or earnest or open. Instead, he's closed off and brooding, and he uses humour as a crutch, as a way to distance himself from the horror of the situation he's in. So he's clearly developed some unhealthy coping mechanisms to deal with his trauma.

I know you didn't ask about 6, but I think what they do with a 6 remake could be really interesting in how things go for Leon from here! 6, as it is now, and the way it segues into Vendetta, follows a through line of a Leon whose little flame of optimism pretty much gets extinguished. In re4 OG we don't get the ending cutscene of him and Ashley looking hopefully at the sunrise, and I think that could be the crux of things going differently for him. The 'things could be different' premise gets resolved in the remake - things ARE different this time! I really hope they carry that over to the rest of the remakes and don't take Leon down the same road of depression and alcoholism... That's a lot to hope for, since it seems like they intend for Vendetta to remain canon, but that's what I want to see, personally.

I want Leon to reclaim the positive aspects of the rookie he used to be, now that he's shed the negatives, and to fan that little flame of hope in his heart until he fucking burns with it!! Resi in general could use some hope, I think!! I'm just not a fan of where they left Leon at the end of Death Island, as this flippant, resigned guy who, ok, is not an alcoholic anymore, but now he's just a toy soldier. Same with Chris in 8, kinda, but that's a whole other can of worms!

Thank u for the ask again - I hope my Leon rambling answered your question 😅

[good-girl-gen]

frozen

(diary entry written 2024-03-15) 

This'll be a long one because Miss Amber and I had the chance to talk multiple times! I want to focus on one particular interaction, but there are a few things worth mentioning otherwise. 

We played a group game together a couple nights in a row and it had been long enough since we'd talked that I started to doubt the trigger she implanted in me in the last call would still work. The memory of it was becoming weaker, and when I looked it up out of curiosity two weeks seemed to be a good ballpark figure for an unreinforced one. 

Then immediately before we were supposed to hop on call with a couple other people, she called me "to show me something," (sigh, I'm dumb) and tested it. It worked. She bailed to join the call with the larger group, leaving me stubbornly waiting to be released and sending her irritated/pouty messages until she relented and we got on with playing.

*Of course* that wasn't the end of it and she kept messing with me the rest of the evening. She most notably quieted me in front of a mutual friend of ours (who is aware of our dynamic). Fun night overall and not even close to the meanest thing I'll be writing about. 

A few days later we had intended to try a couple other hypnosis things, but we ended up just chatting because... well, it was late before we were able to start and I had fallen asleep, honestly. I woke up in time to catch her a bit, and I'm glad I did because the call was lovely. 

Since Miss Amber learned the trigger still worked I spent a lot of the time as a silent pet, sitting at her command and nodding or shaking my head at her prompting. She was talkative in my stead, and... sometimes she just had this look of... I don't know how to put it. I got this sense of complete untouchable confidence from her that made me feel extremely comfortable to be submissive, I think. I was just flatly pleased that she was the one in charge, adoring - she even asked me at some point whether I wanted my words back and *I shook my head no*. 

I'll be driving out to meet with Miss Amber soon, and that call was the first time we'd spoken privately since setting a date. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous but that interaction really helped relieve it for me. She said some very kind things about me and although I don't think I can bring myself to repeat them she had me agreeing at the time. 

The call the night after was the one where we got into more hypnosis experimentation. I was very quickly nude and kneeling for her; I don't know what it was but I felt it particularly that time, just... more naked than naked, somehow. Very aware of my body. Not in a negative way, just feeling sensitive. 

 She then gave me *exactly one sentence* to beg to see her body too, and allowed me some time to think about what I was going to say. I expressed my earnest desire to worship her as well as I could and Miss Amber was happy with it. 🥰

Eventually she had me get comfortable to induce me into hypnosis. I'd made some improvements to my environment from lessons learned the previous time, not to get too into the weeds - but it did feel just that little bit smoother. She walked me through a visualization of being clutched in her hands like a doll, held against her body and carried slowly down a spiral staircase until I was gone. 

(As an aside, I was wearing my heart monitor at the time and I can point out on the history when this happened because my heart rate dropped notably below my normal resting rate! Science.)

This time the goal was to implement a trigger that would freeze my body below the neck, something we'd worked out the desired mechanics for earlier in what is among the most surreal conversations I've had in my life. It was a similar prompting to the previous one with the voice, to manifest the ability of autonomy as a physical thing that she could take from me. This one I imagined as being jammed into the base of my skull and wriggled out like a loose brick.

It worked pretty well too, and for the trigger she assigned a gesture rather than a voice command, something she told me this makes her feel more divine and I'm more than happy to oblige. (The release is of course vocal for safety and logistics.) She toyed with me just a bit before moving on, but checked in that I wasn't too anxious about it - the initial feeling of helplessness was a little extreme, although I had some familiarity already from the voice trigger. The body sensation was similar too. I thought it might feel like an outside force, but it didn't: there was a wire snipped somewhere between my brain and my body.

We moved into an attempt at memory manipulation around this point as well, but long story short it wasn't initially effective. I have more thoughts on it that I may write out separately to avoid bogging this down.

After that I had been taken a bit out of the play mindset. Miss Amber quickly had me back to kneeling, locked me there (mildly uncomfortably), took my voice, gave it back for fifteen seconds to beg to cum that evening and counted down the whole time. So. That fixed it.

I was in a surprised panic and didn't beg well. This earned me a dressing-down that left me cringing, bad girl, bad pet, bad puppy... she had me repeat that I was a bad girl, something I desperately did not want to do, but the tone she commanded with left me completely compliant. It was the only thing I was allowed to say. This is also not the meanest thing I'll be writing about. 

It gets fuzzy here for me. At some point I was allowed to change position from kneeling and I saw redness beginning to develop from the hard floor. I sincerely can't remember much immediately prior to it, but later I was allowed to move again to the couch (... leaving behind a wet spot on the blanket I was kneeling on...) so I could touch myself and this part *is* the meanest thing I'll be writing about.

Unsurprisingly she gave the freeze gesture while I had my hand between my legs. Honestly, if she hadn't I would've suspected she'd been replaced by a bodysnatcher.

What surprised me was when she cut off my whining by also taking my voice and then proceeded to leave me like that for nearly ten minutes. And I wasn't *just* left there: she openly ignored me and fooled around on her phone, only giving me the occasional glance and telling me that I was allowed to finish *if I could*. 

Fucking of course I couldn't! Frustration and desperation alternated and built precipitously. I watched her, watched the clock, gasped and panted to the point I parched myself while trying to either move or speak. But what was my will next to hers? Nothing.

Eventually she rolled her eyes (help) and allowed me to speak again and I don't even remember entirely what I said but I do remember it flooded out like reservoir water past a broken dam and no shame or self-consciousness could stay the flow even a little and FUCK I needed to cum SO FUCKING BADLY AND - well. I hardly had to touch myself more when she gave me permission. 

Afterwards I was stiff, sore from holding (being held in?) a few awkward or difficult positions. It persisted the day after as a pleasant little reminder. I can't believe I'll be seeing her in less than a week.

[returntosaturn271995]

Monday, March 18th: On the Run

Last week? From my feelings, therapy, cooking

This week: To all that good future stuff/enjoying the present

That's actually a little harsh. While being home almost always throws me off my game and has me crying at least once, there's still so much beauty about the Bay Area. The ways the trees smell, walking the Mary Stutz path with Dad and George, and sneaking some cigarettes with Mom to talk shit on the rest of the family to name a few. I also got quality time with Rosie (I sang her "Over the Rainbow" and fed her treats, and she had a massive diaper blowout and then tried to give me kisses and cuddles. That's how I know I love her tbh.)

I went to work and got an epic massage and a lot of sushi. All in all a girl could do worse with her life.

Today, I re-entered the stratasphere of self-improvement/general adult behavior and I feel vibrant. Is there a word for returning from vacation with renewed appreciation for your life? There should be. I bet there's a French word for it.

Seriously. It's just been a good day. I got back into running with a 555 Nike Club guide (my mile time has survived a week or so off). Wore an adorable skort and cropped polo set from Beyond Yoga along with my "Yes, Chef" hat and simple necklace.

At work we had an IAT meeting for Froot Loops and one of the benefits of shilling a sugary cereal is the advertising is pretty fun. Chelsea Sams at one point did a physical back bend during the presentation. And the group chat pops off! Not for nothing but I always get a ton of likes. We are currently creating briefs based off of Love is Blind Season 6 and the popularity of "Let's Gooooo".

Yes, this is my actual job.

I also got back on my reading game by re-opening the Spy rom-com book, The Blonde Identity, about a girl who is also on the run with amnesia trying to find her spy twin whom she's been mistaken for. It's very silly and fun, but after all of the heavier stuff I've been reading lately, it was almost too sweet. I found myself embarrassed to read it, of the lady who wrote, of the women who like it. But after a while, I let myself just enjoy something for what it is: something fun and cute and corny.

I don't want to be someone who can't enjoy silly, fun things. Those people suck. And oddly enough, the overpaid researcher for Froot Loops found evidence that silliness is good for people.

So, fucking, there. Enjoy. If you get pink in the cheeks over earnest love interests but not over HBO murdering people every two minutes then maybe rethink some things.

I still have skincare and yoga and cooking to get to. I'm cleaning and organizing the house. Right now? It's good to be in a pretty home, enjoying the girlier things in life. Sometimes it isn't about fixing what's broken, but rediscovering what isn't. I don't have to pretend to be more badass than I am.

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Most Likely (high school reunion Stucky fic)

Six:

"Daddy, I miss you!"

Hearing little Alice, his little Alice, say that while being over three thousand miles away broke Steve's heart. Almost as much as how hard it was to see her sad. All he wanted to do was hug her close and never let her go.

"You'll be home soon enough," Steve assured her even as he held back tears. This was the longest that the kids had ever been away from him. But Steve found comfort in how quickly the days passed.

"Besides," Steve forced a smile to his face, "I'm sure you're having tons of fun."

"Not as much as when we're with you!" Alice insisted, holding Ribbit close to her frame, resting her forehead on top of the plush frog head. "All Grandpa Harry wants to do is play crotch-k!"

"Crotch-k?"

Alice nodded, "Where you hit a ball through the little hoop in the ground."

Understanding crossed Steve's face as he chuckled, "Croquet!"

"That's what I said!"

Steve held his hands up, still chuckling. Then, he asked, "What about mommy? What's she been doing?"

"She's on the phone a lot," Alice admitted, squeezing Ribbit tighter to her little frame.

Steve nodded, he figured she'd still find a way to work, even on her vacation. Then again, her job had always been her first love. And Steve had known that going in. But he still hated that their kids came in at a close second whenever they spent more than a weekend together.

Instead of getting upset about it, he asked, "Where're your brothers and sister?"

"Waiting our turn," Harrison told him, peeking out from around the corner.

Rolling his eyes at the computer screen, Steve said, "You guys don't have to take turns. C'mon, enlighten me on your days. Have you seen anything cool? Done anything fun?"

And just like that, the four Rogers kids pulled up kitchen chairs and crowded around the computer as they all animatedly talked over each other. Steve missed them all so much that it physically hurt. But there were only one week left. He could handle one more week. After all, the other had managed to fly by. Once he distracted himself, of course.

"Daniel took us to see Shakespeare in the Park!" Maggie-Mae grinned, "That was pretty fun!"

"What have you been drinkin'?" Harrison quirked a brow as he looked at his younger sister. Telling Steve, "It was so lame!"

"Maggie-Mae only liked it because she thought one of the actors was cute," Mikey teased, causing the fourteen year old's naturally white cheeks to redden.

"I DID NOT!" Maggie-Mae protested even as her face grew redder.

"Yeah! She didn't!" Alice defended her older sister and idol.

Maggie-Mae, the poor girl, covered her face and folded into herself as though she was trying to shrink her way out of existence. Steve could feel her pain. Sure, he was an only child, but he had Bu–

Shaking his head, Steve tried to change the subject, "What else have you guys been doing besides plays and croquet?"

"We went to the movies with Cousin Sharon and her new fiancée!" Mikey informed.

Pleasantly surprised, he hadn't realized that his niece had anyone special in her life. So, he asked, "Oh yeah? Are they nice?"

"She's really nice!" Alice smiled, returning to the Alice that Steve was used to seeing.

"That's good," Steve encouraged, adoring the smiles on his children's faces.

All energy and earnestness that only a child seemed to have, Alice continued, "And pretty! She's really pretty! Like a Disney Princess!"

Steve chuckled at that, "So, you like her?"

The kids all nodded, and Maggie-Mae smiled, "Very much."

"Good!" Steve beamed at the computer screen. Noticing the time, he said, "You guys should probably get ready for bed. Make sure to brush your teeth and when I'm done talking to mom, she'll come tuck you in."

"Okay," Harrison reluctantly agreed. Standing from his chair, he said, "Night, dad. Love you."

"Love you too, sweetie," Steve softly smiled. Wishing each of the kids a sweet dream and reminding them again and again that he loved them.

Not long after Peggy took the seat in front of the computer. Steve crossed his arms, but didn't say anything at first. Knowing that he needed to keep a level head. After all, this wasn't anything new.

"I know what you're going to say," Peggy started, calm and cool like always. "And don't worry, I just had to iron out a wrinkle and I'll be on holiday for the rest of their visit."

It wasn't the first time that she had told him that and he knew that it wouldn't be the last. Nevertheless, Steve nodded. Hoping that she really would take a break from work. Not just because it wasn't healthy for someone to work that much without some mandatory relaxation but because they were there to help her mom after her stroke.

"How's Amanda?" Steve asked instead of arguing with her.

"Better," Peggy assured, the sweet smile that Harrison inherited from her, "Thanks."

"Of course," Steve good-naturedly dismissed. Just because he and Peggy weren't together anymore didn't mean that he just stopped caring about his former in-laws. Not only were they their kids' grandparents, but they had welcomed Steve wholeheartedly.

Plus, Harry and Amanda got along well with Joe and Sarah. And that had meant so much to Steve. It meant even more knowing that their parents still cared about each other and were sure to exchange holiday cards every year. Hell, Sarah and Joe had even stayed with Harry and Amanda when they went through Europe for their anniversary.

Sitting there, staring at Peggy through the computer screen, that old twinge of love for her throbbed in his heart. It also mourned how far they had drifted from who they had once been. If Steve was being honest with himself, he knew that he shouldn't have jumped all-in all those years ago. He had just been so dumb and in love with the first girl to ever pay any romantic attention to him that he couldn't help himself.

But with hindsight being 20/20, he should've seen the signs.

Still, they would be tied together for the rest of their lives. And even though they had outgrown that young relationship and had outgrown who they had once been, Steve was okay to be tied to Peggy.

"The, uh," Steve started, awkwardly. "The kids told me that Sharon is engaged. That's gotta be fun."

"Oh, yeah," Peggy nodded. "Michael and Judy love her! She's a cute girl too! Polite and didn't ignore the kids. Of course, she is going for her doctorate for child psychology. So, she's probably studying them."

Hearing Peggy's giggles made Steve chuckle. It was always nice hearing her finally relax. And while there were a lot of things that could've – and, no doubt, should've – been said, he knew that he couldn't keep her any longer. Their kids were waiting for her, and it was getting late as it was for them.

"Well," Steve stretched, "I should probably let you go. The kids are waiting for you."

"Yes," Peggy nodded, giving him a soft smile. "Goodnight Steven."

"Goodnight, Pegs."

[themoonmunchkin]

Don't look!

Pairing : Bakugo katsuki x gn!reader, Midoriya Izuku x gn!reader, Todoroki Shoto x gn!reader.

Genre : fluff

Warnings : insecure reader, cussing, savage deku?, kinda angsty but overall super fluffy ^3^

Synopsis : you're insecure about your side profile but they're having none of it.

Not gonna lie, he probably wouldn't even have known that this was an insecurity that people had.

So when you first start dating he wouldn't think much of it when you cover your nose while laughing or when you contour your jawline extra hard.

Until one day you start letting your thoughts get to you again, you think about how everyone around you have such a beautiful side profile.

You start wondering why Katsuki even bothers to be with someone as "ugly" as yourself, I mean has he seen his face.

But anyways you start distancing yourself from the world again, start hiding your face with your hair, have mental break downs in the night, refuse to take pictures and completely shut him out while thinking you're being subtle.

But no, no, no- my mans noticed...and he's currently having a full blown panic attack on the inside.

He's really worried at this point and starts thinking about what he's done wrong, he tries to talk to you but you're always making excuses and running away from him.

Now, he's had enough and so he quite literally barges into your dorm room and demands an explanation as he keeps shouting at you until....

.....he takes in your tear stained face with fresh tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

You were seated on the floor with a hand mirror clutched to your chest, the same one that you use to point out all your insecurities in, your phone is on the ground next to you with a picture of a model, her perfect side profile on display...the same one that you always compare yourself to.

Cue in a confused, angry and sad boom boom boy 😔.

Who the fuck had the audacity to make his baby cry hmm 🤬.

But then his anger vanishes just as it comes and before you knew it, he's shut the door behind him, quickly walks upto you, swoops you into his arms and cradles you in his lap.

"Ssshhh....its ok baby, I'm right here". Bakugo softly coos in your ear while running his fingers through your hair and letting his other hand rub your back. "Talk to me honey, what's wrong?"

You pull back a little and look up at him into his pain filled eyes that still hold so much love for you and that's when you tell him everything.

You tell him about how you've always hated your nose, how you've always wished you'd had a more chiseled jawline, how you've been bullied about your side profile by your peers and how you've never felt good enough.

He still doesn't get it because you're genuinely the most stunning person he's ever laid his eyes on, but understands how this is something that seriously bothers you and so he's gonna do everything in his powers to yeet those insecurities out.

Now Bakugo isn't one to lie or sugarcoat something, but he's also not someone who'll let you sit and hurt yourself like that.

He takes a deep breath, cups your cheeks in his hands and looks at you with the most earnest look on his face.

"Listen here baby, you're right maybe you don't have the most chiseled jawline or the sharpest nose out there-"

You winced at that a little but he was quick to speak again.

"I'm not done yet-" he closes his eyes and thinks for a second, words have never been his thing as he's someone who prefers actions instead but right now you needed more than just a kiss or a hug, you needed security and reassurance, so he takes in another deep breath and opens his eyes to look at you again.

"-just because you don't have those doesn't mean you're any less beautiful." He said with a smile as you curiously looked at him. You looked so damn cute to him all he wanted to do was pounce on you right then and there, but he held himself back for your sake and the next things he said made you fall in love with him even more.

"What you have suits your gorgeous fucking face, you don't have to change for any stupid extra and no one's opinion, not even yours is going to make me view you any differently or make me love you any less." He leaned in and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips that pretty much took your breath away and then he pulled back with a cute blush on his face.

"So from now on only listen to me okay and no matter what-" he kisses you again and pulls back a second time "-I will make you look at yourself the way I and so many other people look at you".

Now he's had his fair share of insecurities and he's had a lot of people call him "plain looking" (which I still don't understand how when he's got some of the rarest and most beautiful features) even then those words about his looks have never really got to him.

But when it comes to you, he immediately knows something's up with all those self-deprecating jokes you apparently find to be funny.

Doesn't question you cause he doesn't want to scare you away, also because he trusts you to come to him if something is wrong.

But alas you and your stubborn ass refused to seek help from anyone and instead you chose to cope with yourself by putting yourself down in the form of those awful "jokes".

You've always tried to get yourself to stop this, but it soon became more than a coping mechanism, it was the only way you could hold yourself up without wanting breaking into peices.

That was dangerous.

But it's ok! It's still all fine and dandy until one day everything changes and you realise that all that self-deprecation didn't do shit.

Its Sunday today and you and your boyfriend Izuku have been walking around the shopping plaza for a while now.

The two of you were on a date, but you were also on a hunt for the new all might merch that your boyfriend has been fangirling about since forever. So far there was no luck on your end but y'all weren't about to give up just yet.

"OMG! I think I see it in there!" Izuku squeals cutely while pointing at what looks like a moderately big comic store that had an emo cyber punk looking aesthetic to it.

*Gasp*..."OMG! I think I see it too!! Let's go!!" and with that you grabbed his hand and were dragging your blushy stuttering mess of a boyfriend towards the store. It was adorable how easily he got flustered even after how the two of you were almost half a year into dating.

The two of you finally reached the store and stepped in, there it was the brand new neon tinted holographic Allmight figuring with working layers. Izuku's eyes sparkled as he ran towards it and immediately snatched it off the shelf.

"Yay we finally got it!" You cheered as you walked over to him and gave him a high five. The two of you had bright smiles on your faces as you talked about the figuring and walked towards the counter to pay for it.

You looked towards the counter where a young girl who looked about your age was working as a cashier, she had this bored expression on her face until she saw your boyfriend and it immediately changed into something you could only call as a flirty expression.

"Hey there handsome~ what can I help you with today~" she said in a sultry tone and gave him a wink. You and izuku were both puzzled at the fact that she not only just openly flirted with your boyfriend but also completely ignored your existence.

"U-um....er....we just need this figuring please". Izuku placed the box covered figuring on the counter and was about to pull his hands back when she quickly grabbed them and cupped them with her own hands.

"You sure, how about I give you my number and we ditch this place to go get coffee."

"Um -uh no thank you, I have a s/o!"

"Hmm...I don't see them."

"Well I'm right here and maybe you'd have seen me if you'd stop flirting with your customers and did your job properly." You said and at this point you were seething because even though she knew you were right there, she hadn't spared you a glance and pretend like you were completely invisible.

"Oh, so that's who you are....I was wondering why such an ugly person would be hanging out with someone like him-" she pauses and looks into Izuku's eyes with a bored expression "-you need to raise your standards, I mean have you looked at how hideous their nose is or how ugly their face is."

The two of you froze. Sure You've always made fun of yourself before but this was the exact reason why. You've always told yourself that if you'd make fun of yourself, you'd be desensitized to what others say to you but it's only now you realize that no amount of preparation would ever be enough to handle the real thing.

Shame. Humiliation. Pain. Fear.....This is what you felt at the momen-

"How. Dare. You." You turned towards Izuku and for the first time ever you were met with the most terrifying expression on his face. His eyes were dark and he looked...mad....like really really mad and you froze, the cashier looked like she was about to cry with the look he was giving her.

"I don't know who you think you are but you had no need to say whatever you just said and you are wrong because they have the most gorgeous facial features ever." at this he turned to you and softened his eyes a bit, he reached for your hand and gave you a gentle squeeze.

"I promise you sweetheart, you will always be the most beautiful person in my life and no one can tell you otherwise-" he looked at the slack jawed cashier with disgust and pointed towards her "-not stupid people like her-" he looked back into your eyes like you were the only two people in the store and pointed towards himself "-not me and lastly never will you ever tell yourself those kinds of words again even as a joke, got it."

Always openly staring at you in the most respectful way ✨.

Even before y'all started dating he would always stare at you in secret, but hey! it's not his fault you were so irresistibly attractive all the time.

Uhm...so moving on, he is observant as heck especially when it comes to you but unfortunately he's just as oblivious T_T.

He's always noticed how you'd get shy and walk away whenever he'd stare at you for too long and genuinely thinks it's adorable at how bashful you get.

But truthfully.....you're mortified, paranoid even at how much he stares at you.

I mean yeah it's adorable to see him so whipped for you but you're always wondering if he's secretly bashing your side profile in his head and the thought makes you wince ever single time.

But you always tell yourself to not let your insecurities define Shoto or effect your relationship and besides Shoto isn't a cruel person, he'd never think of you that way.....right...?

Oh God, he's doing it again, he's staring at you and this time it truly is terrible because he is seated right beside you. The two of you are seated wooden chairs, side by side in the U.A. library.

Your textbooks and notebooks are spread out on the table in front of you. You're in a more secluded part of the library opting to study in a more private area and boy oh boy did Shoto take advantage of that.

"Shoto, could you please stop staring at me like that". You held your textbook upto your face and looked the other way.

"But I want to look at you". Shoto pouted slightly and furrowed his brows at your actions, he reached for your wrists and tried to pull them down and to much to your inconvenience, he succeeded.

You see, while you still had a bunch of work left to do, Shoto had finished about 15 minutes ago. You told him to go back to the dorms but instead of listening to you, he denied your offer and has been staring at you with the most unreadable expression on his face.

"Why can't I admire the one that I love the most". He slightly tilted his head towards the side and flashed you the most genuine smile. Damn him for being so adorable but that's not enough for your insecurities to go away.

"Because I'm ugly". You finally said softly with your head hung low and tears threatening to fall. You wanted to shrivel up in a corner and fade away for sounding so vulnerable but at the same time it felt so good to let your thoughts out.

"You're....what..." His eyes were wide and his jaw was set a slack. Now this took him by surprise, he had expected a lot of things but never once had he expected....that. He gently grabbed your chin and tilted your face to meet his. "Love, you're the most beautiful person I've ever met, why would you ever say that."

"Because I'm not beautiful, everyone has such a gorgeous face especially from their side. I don't and you don't have to lie to me to make feel better about myself. I know I'm ugly and I'll always be that....just let me accept that and be Shoto." You said with your voice slightly raised and shaky from the lump in your throat.

Shoto's eyes darkened a little and his grip on you tightened a little but not enough to hurt you. To even think that someone as precious as yourself could ever have such awful thoughts about yourself- how long have you been silently suffering like this all by yourself.

He cupped your cheeks with his hands and met your eyes with the most determined look on his face. "Darling, I don't know who said that to you or even if that's an inside voice but, I will absolutely never let you accept yourself this way."

"Everything about you is perfect, from those gorgeous eyes that i always get lost in," he kisses your eyes.

"-to that perfect nose that helps you breath so you could live by my side another," he kisses your nose.

"-to those delicate beckoning lips that I wish to kiss forever." he finally captures your lips in a breath taking kiss just to slowly release them and look at you.

"And besides, you know better than to call me a liar baby, you know that I would never lie when it comes to you so let's pack up for today and let me show you how much I love you and how utterly enticing you are."

[sakinotfound]

I would like to request a modern-setting AU with Hinata Hyuuga x Male! Reader. Reader’s is Tsunade’s son and Hinata is invited to meet Reader’s mother : Tsunade. Needless to say : Tsunade will have a Polaroid camera to take photos of Hinata : her son girlfriend

Meeting your mom

Pairing: Hinata Hyuuga x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: In the request

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

"Oh c'mon mom! Seriously?" You laughed as you saw her holding the old Polaroid camera.

"Can't help it. I am a mother, you should have seen this coming." Tsunade Senju shrugged.

"Hina? Babe? Are you okay with clicking a few pictures?" You turned around to ask your girlfriend.

"Oh yeah, sure…" The ravenette replied, giving you a shy smile.

Unbeknownst to you, your mother had already taken a few candid shots of you two during your meeting at the Senju house. She knew these would come in handy someday. Nevertheless she smiled at you two, innocently.

Standing behind her, you wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her towards your chest. Placing a small kiss on her hair you looked up towards your mother. 

Pretty pink dusted the cheeks of the Hyuuga as she smiled towards the lens, placing her soft hands over yours.

Hinata seemed much more at ease and comfortable than she was (which she wasn't at all) when you two first entered the house.

You knew her being anxious was for nothing, you knew her "what-ifs" and self-doubting thoughts were meaningless, you knew her fussing about what outfit to wear to fit the occasion was hilarious. 

Your mom was the chillest, most relaxed and bullshit-free person you had ever met.  She didn't care about all these things. She trusted you enough to know that your partner would obviously be someone you really liked and were compatible with. So there was no point in questioning. She and you both knew she was going to love Hina.

And she did! You were very delighted that both the women you loved so much were getting along just fine. Your mom adored Hinata and she felt very comfortable around the blonde surgeon.

Hinata was a smart girl, hard working and earnest in her job, very caring and compassionate towards everyone and a now confident woman. She had outgrown her shy, timid and meek self and developed into a phenomenal young woman.

You really did admire her, you were really proud of her.

The two sat at the kitchen chairs. And you followed behind. Tsunade offered her a glass of wine which she politely agreed to. The two ladies sat at the stools, chatting away. You didn't fail to notice how your mom was trying her best to get herself to become more comfortable and welcomed.

Hinata looked ethereal. She always did. Long black hair cascaded down her back and bright lavender eyes shone like pearls. Her silver earrings dangled from her earlobe, sparkling in the lights. She wore a black turtleneck which fit her form perfectly followed by faded blue denim jeans and black boots. 

Involuntarily a smile crept up your face as you thanked the Gods up above for gifting you with such an amazing girlfriend. You loved her so much. You were really happy to have found someone like her. 

"Oh Y/N would you like to have some wine and come sit with us? Sure mom, thanks for asking." You acted as you deadpanned at your mother for leaving you alone.

Tsunade just rolled her eyes whilst Hinata let out a chuckle. "Hush child, don't interrupt. Yeah so where was I-"

"Mom!"

"Children shouldn't have alcohol."

"I am not a child. I am grown adu-"

"You sure aren't acting like one." She retorted. 

Hinata was a bit concerned at this point. She looked at you, "I-Is everything alright?"

"Huh? Oh yeah yeah!" You laughed. "Everything is fine love, we just always talk like this. Nothing's wrong." You smiled at her.

"Growing up they used to be a very rebellious kid, not listening to me at all so I had to play along with their antics. Now we just banter all the time. It's nothing to worry about." She sent Hina a reassuring smile.

When you noticed her relaxing, you joined the two in their discussion. This meeting up was successful. You were happy to introduce Hina to your family. 

[a-little-slice-of-fandom]

In response to the Jane ask, I totally agree! Her song, as vague as it might be in the newer versions, is very much about emotional abuse and her realizing/reflecting on it. In the other versions this is arguably even clearer! Besides the list in the first verse, there’s a line in the student run version that always get me, in the second verse after “with out my son your love will disappear”. Usually in the lastest version it’s “I know it isn't fair, but I don't care”, which can be a sign of even tho she knows that he has hurt her at this point, her love will still be there for her son. But the student run it’s something like “you’ll let us fall apart, try to break my heart” which I think is much more powerful in showing more of her self awareness at what would happen to her. Also that opening monologue before about if she was really loved or just checked all the boxes on a list before she could make him angry, she knew that he would be willing to destroy her if she didn’t do as he wanted (Cause Anne wasn’t some death that would never happen again and that only happened cause Jane was there, he was to said to have threaten Jane with the same fate cause of the pilgrimage of grace incident (also well it did happened gain two queens later). Also just a slight unrelated thing, I can sorta understand why people blame Jane for Anne’s death but also not really. It was a whole campaign against Anne, and we only know that Jane was yeah trying to be queen due to influence from her family and others trying make sure she was but I don’t think it’s her fault Henry (and others) decided the best course of action would be to kill Anne. Though I am not a big Tudor researcher, this is only from multiple weeks and hours of searching and learning cause of curiosity and someone could fact check me but that’s what i interpreted the history as. Random rant over) Also the fact (and I’m pretty sure this is true in the newest version), she says “loved” most of the time. The past tense is important there, cause yeah maybe she did truly think she “loved” him. And he may have been the only one she ever “loved” but that cause she probably didn’t get a chance to love someone else (when Henry says it’s you, it’s you after all). This is just speculation though, I can’t assume what a 500 year old historical figure was truly feeling but a character in a show is different and ready for analysis. For that I say that maybe she did “love” him but it easily could have been out of fear or wanting to just deal with the cards dealt to her. But at the end she realizes where she wants her love to be directed towards, and that’s her son and in “Six” her new found family.

And fun fact about her part in “Six” (I kinda learned from something on tumblr but can’t remember who but either way here it is.) it’s 200% about the queens as her family, with her pun at the end being the main signifier of this. “You could perhaps call us the Tudor Von Trapps” is a reference to the Trapp Family Singers, an Austrian singing family (if you see the wiki for them, they are apparently the inspiration for sound of music, Neat!). So from that you would think “oh she’s talking about Henry and her kids with him having a band” but then she says “Just kidding! We’re called the Royalling Stones!”. A Rolling Stones references and they were made by friends forming a band, so that can be associated that the queens are said friends in this case but also part of family that has grown! Also Rolling Stones have a song called heart of stone, seriously this is the most clever joke Jane had during the show and it makes me, a pun/joke lover, very happy to see this be such a character trait that it’s in the damn description for her character for an auditioning sheet (check out Citadle Theather and Six the Musical in google, i think you’ll find it.)

Anyway sorry about this long ramble, it’s just that even though I totally can see how people view Jane as “weaker” in terms of some writing choices made, I still think there’s a lot to talk about with not just her current incarnation but also the other ones as well. I wish some changes werent made to her song, but she is a still strong character about the effects of emotional abuse and maternity. There’s nothing bad about talking about those things, your right that it doesn’t make her any less feminist. Anyway ramble over and I hope you have a lovely day :)

Hello hun!

Please don’t apologise for rambling! I’m always so interested in hearing other opinions on the queens and I love the opportunity to discuss any queen at any time! Frankly, I’m just impressed you got the whole essay into one message! Have they gotten rid of the character limit? Sorry, not relevant to the question.

(Also sorry for how long this took to answer! Uni happened sort of happened and I didn’t want to half ass my response to such a well thought out ask)

I adore the older versions of Heart of Stone, especially the student run version! I completely agree that Seymour feels so much more aware of her place in Henry’s life in the older versions. In the older version she knows she wasn’t Henry’s true love (even though she loved him) and she knows her worth is completely dependent on her ability to give Henry a son. She literally says “nothing lasts forever, I’ll fade away”. That is such a powerful statement and I wish that line was still in the song! I still think these themes are in the new version, but they’re nowhere near as explicit. Plus the character development in the student run feels much more explicit, with Seymour saying “soon I’ll have to go, I’ll never see you grow” instead of “him grow” in the new versions. She’s clearly speaking to Edward in the older version, so the last half of HOS in the old versions (at least in my eyes) is actually directly speaking to Edward and not Henry as many people think. I still think this is true for the new versions, illustrating Seymour’s character development as she breaks away from Henry and rather concentrates on her son, but again I don’t think it’s obvious in the new version. The older version just felt so much more powerful and I think it presented Seymour as much more as a victim than the newer version...which I argue is true! Seymour was as much of a victim as any other character in the show and I think she deserves more sympathy than the show gives her, and for as much as I love the newer versions of six, you can’t deny that Seymour is reduced to a joke for half of the show. The student version is such a genuine and earnest version of Seymour, and I can’t help but love her. It’s definitely a testament to the actresses from the student run that their characters are still on parr with professional versions of the show!

(Im so sorry I don’t feel like I’m adding anything to your analysis, but you’ve really summed up my feelings perfectly! )

Weirdly, I think that the student run and studio run play with the idea of having a “heart of stone” better than the modern version. I love the contrast between the material things that Henry can buy versus the natural world. Material things can fade, but the natural world (and Seymour’s love) transcends that. It’s a really nice use of juxtapostion in that song and I just don’t feel like the newer versions play with those images as much as the older version.

I do sort of get why they changed it (I think Seymour spends upwards of 10 just listing different objects, which is powerful in its own way but I do think audience members could get bored of those verses) but I wished they had still somehow managed to keep the theme that Seymour as explicit. I still think it’s there in the newer version of the song, but I don’t think it’s anywhere near as obvious as the older version. It would make HOS more like AYWD in a way, and that would be brilliant. Six shouldn’t be afraid to tackle different forms of abuse.

I personally can’t comment on the whole Anne Boleyn vs Jane Seymour thing because I just don’t know enough about the situation. However I don’t think any of the wives should be burdened with the blame of what happened to their predecessors. It wasn’t their fault.

Also I’d never thought of the tudor von trapps vs the royalling stones indicating that it was a found family rather than a blood family, but it’s actually such a neat little detail and I think it makes complete sense! I have always maintained that Seymour’s “family” doesn’t have to be related by blood. Found family is just as meanigful and as important as a bloof family, and Seymour finding her place with the other queens and calling them her family rather than Henry is very powerful in my opinion. I just don’t think the “my family’s grown” lime has to be as literal as people take it. Thanks for bringing that line to my attention though!

Seymour isn’t a “weak” character, both in term of the writing and in terms of character development. As much as I love the older versions of Seymour, I still like the new versions and appreciate that Toby and Lucy decided to allow Seymour to be a motherly character and have that be treated as an equally empowering thing as the other queens. Some women want to be mothers and that’s okay!

Anyway thank you so much for this ask my love! I really enjoyed thinking about Seymour (since she’s not a character I talk about a lot). Sorry again for taking so long to respond ❤️❤️❤️

[hailqiqi]

ooh can i get either 'reading a book together' for shallura or 'fixing/adjust jewelry/clothing' (i don't remember the exact wording) for plance??

Ahahaha what is a timely response?  Here’s ‘fixing/adjust clothing’ for plance A direct continuation of this prompt and on AO3 here.

Quick shout-out to @mistyhollowpro for insisting that ice-skating had to happen and that a sequel was necessary. Quick apology to the same for not actually including ice-skating in this sequel.

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Pidge sat on abench near the entrance to the rink, waiting for Lance to come back with somecoats because her shorts and windbreaker were entirely insufficient forice-skating and Lance apparently thought anything below 80°F was sweater weather.

Normally Pidge would be annoyed at being left alone, but right now sheappreciated the chance to calm her racing thoughts. Telling Tysa they’d wantedto skate had been awkward, and actually lining up for the skates had beenweirder. Sitting here, though, surrounded by the beauty of Ayurla, wassoothing.

A lightning bug buzzed past her ear and zoomed off to hover over thesilver ice, leaving a contrail of pink sparkles in its wake. Pidge watched itwith idle curiosity, tilting her head back as it climbed higher and higher intothe sky before losing sight of it amongst the glittering stars. The stars herewere incredible, and the system’s densely-packed galaxies made it look like thesky was splattered with nebulae.

Pidge couldn’t help but smile. As far as first dates go, this place wasamazing.

“It’s pretty, huh?”

Lance stood behind her, a smile on his face as he gazed up at the starstoo.  “You’d think we’d get tired of it,but I still think it’s incredible.” He looked down at her and shrugged, thenheld out a shopping bag. “Here.”

“Thanks.” Pidge straightened up and opened the bag, pausing when she sawwhat was inside. “Black?”

Lance shrugged again. “A few weeks back you said you hated howeverything’s colour-coded, remember?” He sat down beside her on the bench,opening up his own bag and pulling out a coat which he showed off with aflourish. “Besides, mine’s white, so we kinda match!”

He pulled the puffy coat on over his hoodie, grinning as he did. “Theyhad some crazy bright ones covered in hearts, but I thought the fairies wouldbe more your style.”

True to his word, his white coat was polka-dotted with small splashes ofcolour, invoking the lightning bugs that were buzzing around the rink. Shewatched him zip it up, trying to decide if the effect was striking or adorable.Could a person be both?

Lance caught her gaze and grinned. “Put yours on! You’re gonna get cold.”

“Okay, okay,” she laughed, removing her coat from the bag and pulling iton. The puffy black material was covered in coloured splashes, just likeLance’s, and her eyes went wide as she zipped it up. “Hey, they sparkle!”

“That they do,” he agreed, sounding pleased with himself. “And hey, youforgot something.”

“Hm?” Pidge looked up just as Lance looped a green scarf over her head,making sure it was wrapped snugly around her neck before carefully tucking itdown the front of her jacket.

She froze, her cheeks on fire. He was so close. His expression wasfocused, like when he was lining up a shot, but when he leaned back she couldsee red in his dark cheeks, too.

What in the quiznaking universe were they doing?

An awkward silence fell over them, and Pidge shifted nervously, her handscoming up to touch the scarf. “Thanks,” she mumbled.

He smiled and shrugged, offering her a strained ‘no problem’ as he turnedaway to start undoing his laces. Pidge copied him, tugging her orange bootsoff, mind racing a mile a minute again. This was weird.

She was on a date with Lance.

How had this even happened, anyway?

“Hey, Lance? Why did you ask me?”

The question had left her lips before she’d even realised she was askingit. Lance finished tightening his laces and looked at her, brows furrowed, andPidge looked away, berating herself for asking the stupid question in the firstplace. Maybe it was better not to know.

“What do you mean?” His voice was confused.

Pidge kept her eyes trained on her skates as she fiddled with the aglets,then took a deep breath, straightened up and looked him in the eye. “Why didyou ask me, and not Allura?”

“Oh,” Lance’s eyes widened. “I, uh…well…”

Pidge’s stomach sank. “Did she say no?”

“What? No!” He replied quickly, alarmed. “I didn’t ask her at all!”

Pidge blinked at him in surprise. Unexpected. But…that was a good thing,right? Though it still didn’t answer the question. “So why did you ask me?”

Shame crossed his face. “Look, I can see why you’d think I’d ask her butI don’t think I’ve liked her like that in a long time. Not really, anyway.” Hefrowned, then added as an afterthought: “Maybe I never did.”

“But you always—“

“No, no, no, it was just a crush!” Lance cut in, gesticulating wildly. “Imean, she’s gorgeous and amazing and fell into my arms and I just went ‘Oh hey,fairy tale!’ and decided in my head that that was it because that’s how itworks in the movies, y’know? But I uh…” He glanced away, one hand coming up toscratch his neck before shrugging. “I realised that it’s different. Like, I wasalways okay with Allura saying no, because there’s lots of other beautifulwomen in the universe, right?” He spread his arms wide to demonstrate hispoint. “But you? I really, really, really don’t want you to say no.”

He dropped his arms, cheeks red as he looked at her in earnest. “I likeyou, Pidge. As…more than friends. Like, a lot more.”

“Oh,” Pidge uttered blankly, the sound falling from her lips with a puffof condensation. He liked her? “Since when?”

Lance jumped, taken by surprise at the question, then scratched his headagain nervously. “Honestly? Um, I’m not sure. I think it started a long timeago.” He frowned again. “Maybe even as far back as Beta Traz? I only justfigured it out, though. It kinda…snuck up on me.”

Pidge’s eyes widened in surprise, and her gaze fell to her hands. He’dliked her for that long? How had she not noticed? And why had he not saidanything? How did he not notice, actually, because how was it evenpossible to like someone and not know it?

Denial, ahelpful voice at the back of her mind supplied. After all, hadn’t she talkedherself out of liking him a few times? It hadn’t really worked, but it had beenenough to push the feelings out of sight and out of mind. Maybe he’d been doingthe same thing? The thought made her pulse race.

A gentle elbow to the side brought her out of her reverie, and she lookedup. Lance had slid closer to sit puffy-shoulder to puffy-shoulder and waslooking down at her, worrying his lip between his teeth. It was endearing.

“So, do you like me too?”

She smiled, her heart suddenly giddy, and the words came more easily thanshe’d ever thought possible. “Yeah,” she gave a firm nod. “I do. I like you,too.”

The smile that lit his face was brighter than anyof the swirling stars above. He bounced to his feet and Pidge let him pull herup to stand next to him, both balancing precariously on their skates. “C’monthen. Let’s go on a date!”