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[life-spire]

@ alliefeeley

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[moldingtundra]

why sk8rclown (pilby x infected) is OTP 💥💥

Sooo you read the title, so you know what this post is gonna be about!

P.S this is MY personal opinion and if you ship anything else that’s fine! But for the 0.5 percent of ppl who are here for the rare pair I present to you the ultimate explanation on why this ship works so so well

without further ado let’s discuss why the non-bi pan cattipillar and the emo chic dude form the 2010’s would totally kiss!

Ok first of all; what is their dynamic and why does it work so well?

well that actually depends on how you see them, but in general, I think their base dynamic is the scared and soft introvert x outgoing extrovert, as clearly seen by their dialogue and personality documented in the wiki, it’s clear that this dynamic seems to fit best.

It even shows in their limited interactions with one another, yes, I know there’s only technically 3 interactions so far (subject to change in the future) BUT even then you can clearly see the chemistry that bounces off.

This and the other dynamic being old fashioned x high tech of some sorts, example:

Infected: "I c4nT wA1t tO r41Se My Fi5HinG Stat5!! B)"

"Golly.. fishing.. stat?

"That sounds confusing.."

Infected: "Th4t5 My aw3sOM3 Vid30 g4mE!!"

Infected: "I'm TrY1nG to G3t a G0lD3n TenCH!!"

"All those video games and whatnot has got me so confused.."

On top of that, their mindset is actually quite parallel with each other; infected is stuck in the 2010’s, while Pilby is stuck in their old fashioned ways (idk what time era though help)

plus, infected seems like the type of guy to really have a deep care for the ones he loves, with words of affirmation and physical presents and whatnot, and pilby, being a guy with little self esteem and belittles themselves, while also showing comfort in reassuring words, would definitely either get flustered at infecteds compliments or crash like a windows explorers page and go💥💥💥 /hj plus, I’d like to think that he’d get pilby flowers (despite his allergy) just to please them and see them smile super brightly (although pilby would immediately stare in horror at infecteds puffed up face (allergies ammiright)/jjjj

And then there’s my interpretations, obviously this ain’t gonna apply for everyone but I personally believe that infected is the type to show the most affection and also be the caring type while pilby is the two stud tall guy who is a nervous wreck and shrivels at the mention of going out to a party, LOL, ok but no seriously soft caring extrovert and scared little rat dynamic save me save me dynamic.

alright lh, that’s all I have for this section, onto the next!

I think the reason why pilby x infected always stuck out to me is just the thought of it, like wow! A 2010s emo chick and a clown! Sounds like something random but trust me, it works, think of it like the emo and bright pink chic dynamic, just with a few tweaks.

this and also my interpretations of the characters (Alr explained in the previous section) it’s just such a unique take, and I’m a fucking sucker for unique ship types.

heck even their designs actually compliment each other, pilby is soft and round, and infected is bright and bold.

Anyways, more ramblings uhm, I feel like infected, despite being the caring one, would also be reckless, often time getting into scuffs, which worries pilby and brings out his more firm and true side, like a wife having to deal with their husbands shenanigans. I feel like because of that pilby can take the opportunity to show their more truer side, the side that’s not always sad and sighing about their mama, the side that is happy for the little things in life and always takes the time to admire the surroundings, something that infected takes for granted sometimes due to their hyperactive and fast nature, and that alone, would teach infected to slow down as well, to take in the scenery around him sometimes, the warm sun, the falling leaves, the chirps of the birds, flying high into the clouds, setting off on an adventure, it’s the little things that count the most.

and in return, pilby would learn that not everything is all rainy clouds, that they sometimes does need a few push’s outside of their comfort zone to enjoy a few things. Maybe a little skating wouldn’t hurt (or will, depends if pilby falls when infected let’s them go) or saying hi to split every once in a while can actually lead to some funny conversations and thereafter, thoughtful moments to cherish for years to come possibly.

it’s an effect, they rub off each other, they stuck together and learned new things about and for their life, even if it’s little or silly, it’s worth everything to them, and it’s worth it because they have each other. When pilby is with infected, there’s nothing to worry, and when infected is with pilby, he can relax for once and actually chill, seeing the comfort of being simplistic.

And I think that’s fucking beautiful, I think that’s what struck me hard for this ship, it’s so loving and touching ai feel like I could cry just writing this. It’s truly the deep realizations that make these types of silly posts worth writing.

anyways im Uhhhhh getting TOO autistic here.and I have limited time, BUT THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK ON WHY SK8RCLOWN IS MY OTP AND MAYBE WHY U SHOULD SHIP THEM IDK I JUST REALLY WANTED TO RAMBLE ABOUT THE YAOI DUO. Anyways uhhh bye ^_^

[green-typewriterz]

finnick odair horse riding fic. put that man in a polo shirt put that man on the beach with a pony

The sand was never real but we pretended it was

Finnick Odair x gn!reader Summary: you and Finnick spend time together before the 75th games are announced, going horseriding and trying to stay away from the cameras Warnings: fluff. Pretty much pure fluff word count: 762

its like 3 words squared but here u go slay enjoy ur man on a horse

Finnick often reminisced to you about the white sand beaches in District Four and how he could swim every morning without pathetic prying eyes and you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Having won your games at eighteen, you had had the chance to have most of a reasonable childhood over in District Seven, keeping the people around you safe and gardening until your hands were sore, but Finnick didn’t get that luxury.

So, one morning - after weeks of meticulous planning - you had managed to convince Finnick to go on a quiet walk with you around the capitol. You had secretly packed him a pair of navy blue board shorts and a matching blue costume for you. When you got near the destination, you put your hands over his eyes and led him toward the makeshift beach that you had begged a particularly rich District One victor to help you make.

“Y/N/N? What’s going on?” He asked with excitement in his voice. He gasped in shock when his feet sunk into the memorable feeling of sand and he removed your hands from his eyes to see a small beach next to the coast of the Capitol. He turned to you with a giddy smile. “You did all of this for me?” He asked, pulling you into a hug.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around him as you spoke, “You said you missed the beach so I got my hands dirty.” He laughed and picked you up, spinning you in his arms and whispering ‘I love you’ into your ear as many times as he could. You both sat in the sand for a while, blissful, but not ignorant to the cameras that were inevitably watching and - though you couldn’t be quite as close as you had aimed - you both had the best time you had had for a long while.

It had reached midday when your friend arrived with the next present. “You mentioned you know how to horse ride.” You spoke and Finnick's eyes widened.

He walked toward the large brown horse and began to stroke its mane gently, smiling at how much effort you put into today. “Correction, knew,” he replied and turned to face with an amused look in his eye. “But I’m sure it’s just like riding a bike.” You laughed as he climbed up onto the horse.

He had surprisingly done pretty well, having not fallen once yet - you assumed it was the calm temperament of the horse. He rode for a long while and you joined him every now and then, him coaxing you up onto the steed so he could show you the reigns, but you both eventually agreed that it wasn’t really your thing.

You watched in awe as his blonde hair ruffled gently in the wind and how effortlessly perfect he looked. It was as if he was always meant to be there. Now in his board shorts, you couldn’t help but admire his perfect body, his skin sunkissed and slightly freckled. He never was a fan of the scars that hid there, but you always assured him they were beautiful and showed that he was strong. He was perfect up there. Well, until he fell off. You instantly ran over to check on him and found him pretty much face down on the floor. You shook him but he didn’t respond, until he rolled over onto his back, roaring with laughter. You hit his shoulder gently, not in annoyance but more in relief - you weren’t sure how to describe it.

He took you by your waist and pulled you on top of him, the both of you comfortable against the warm sand of the beach. He kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips repeatedly, his hands gently caressing your waist. Then, without warning, you rolled over so he knelt over you and tackled him to the ground, starting an impromptu wrestling match that quickly ended when you kissed his neck in an attempt to distract him (which worked perfectly).

You both watched the sunset on the beach, hands holding one another as the brilliant amber hues shone in the sky. Though you had to be reasonably discrete so Capitolites wouldn’t catch you, today had been the perfect blend of relaxation and fun, something you had a feeling you weren’t going to feel again for a long while. You sighed in contentment as the stars began to shine, knowing that - no matter what - you would fight to spend every day with Finnick, for the rest of your life.

[thatkindofwoman]

He asked me to send him a picture of what was in my fridge and told me to tell him about the last time I’d gone grocery shopping. He sent me photos of his lunches, and favorite meals. His view on walks, and videos of the pets around him. He asked me to weigh in on the layout of a potential apartment, by sending me a video of it, then praising me when my suggestions were thoughtful. 

She talked about taking me on family vacations and sent me reminders throughout the day that she was thinking of me. She smiled so big every time the screens would show us each other. She told me how well I’d get along with her brothers and Dad. She shared about the grief she had for her mother and her mother's pets that she ushered into the afterworld. She messaged me on walks, and running errands, she wore shirts she knew I liked and she commented how she wanted to steal my hoodie just because it were mine. She told me my previous idols would have liked me, as she knew them in real life.

He told me he never talked to anyone the way he talked with me. He promised me with his actions that things would be different that time. Truth telling to a level beyond immaturity. He waxed poetry about how he wanted to drink from my lips, and bask in my presence... specifically in his life.

She only held me close in private because I wasn't openly bisexual. She sent me lust filled scathing looks across the bar, and made sure to push me against the wall just right when we were alone. I was enthralled and terrified. I still remember getting to take pictures of her that one time and having all her attention completely on me, behind the lens.

He and I met in a city I had only been in a handful of times, I traced the stab wound scar on his back after only hours of meeting. Shared his bed as we diced out immature lies and truths, only to be friends years down the line... after some misunderstanding.

I nursed my heartbreak of the best man I knew when I was 21 with one of the worst I knew at 23. I managed to call my own bluff and get hurt all the same time. Character development, I told myself. But how many times can you seek the gaze of your lover and see a mask. Carelessness, as I made myself vulnerable to it all.

I want devotion, because I can give it. I want someone on their knees showing me the parts of themselves they don't even know. I want the goodness and trust to do the same. I've spent years trying to figure out what went wrong, halfheartedly telling myself it was timing.

A part of me thinks I stopped daring to dream, wish, manifest and take up room with what I want. Romancing my imagination with words. I stopped writing about the love. I stopped giving myself the room, and instead leaned towards a bit of chaos to distract from the past hurt.

That hurt. A constant companion who makes you wary.

I loved myself fully these last few years. Gave her as much as I could possibly muster, not realizing that there is a bit more and it's missing it's mark. I suppose it's time to steady myself and practice my aim.

[theiloveyousong]

the challenge of explaining polyamory to your six children (plus the seventh one whos just at your house all the time) the youngest of who are nine

[bittybattybunny]

time for some school work--- kinda!

[sweet-potatah-pie]

What's your writing process like?

Any advice for someone struggling with writers block? *cough cough*

Okay, friend 🤣 🙏🏾 But for real, writer's block is the worst!

Your first question first, I usually start with a prompt (like the "Tiana and Naveen meet Josephine Baker" idea that YOU gave me 💖) and then form an outline around it. Next I research a TON. I enjoy that part of the process because while it's still fiction, it's grounded in a real place and time and I feel like that helps build the world out more. Next is writing (and trying NOT to edit before enough writing has been done to get my ideas out). Then I do a bunch of passes at editing (grammatical, tonal, historical, dialogue-driven, etc.)

And now your second question, I 100% feel your pain on this. There are some good resources on why creative types (no matter their art form) have creative blocks, and what I think I've distilled from those articles is that our brains are trying to skip ahead in the creative process. In our case, we're trying to edit before we've written. I find for me, I REALLY benefit from writing with a timer set. 5, 10, 20 minute increments or so, depending on how in or out of a writing flow state I'm in. I force myself to write furiously within that time frame until the timer goes off and let it be bad. As long as it's progressing the story, it's progress. Then I give my brain the chance to edit later after there are enough words on the page to process, and that's when the story actually starts to feel written. I was uncomfortable the first few times, but I find it so, so vital to my writing now!

[shy-chimera]

Silly Fish

The fortune cookie read- “It is a silly fish that is caught twice With the same bait” Laughing, I think of my sister, And the time she told me Of when she almost flew.

It was the time when she was young enough For my brother to give her an umbrella, Telling her that she could fly Like Mary Poppins, And like all younger naive siblings, She believed with all her heart- and jumped off the deck, Umbrella open, And read to fly.

I remember my sister telling me, That it does work- But only a second, Before the Earth Gets jealous And tells gravity To claim you once again.

I can almost see the fox grin, Of our brother, As he rushed down and apologized, “I’m sorry, this is the magical umbrella” And gave her a different one. And once again, She  would run up the steps, And try to fly one more time.

[fleamontsoleill]

why is naming a fictional café so hard god

[chericherilvr]

I love writing lyrics and when I explain them to my friends suddenly realizing the meaning behind what I wrote, where it comes from, that place deep inside that writes for help

[eclipseeraofthebeast]

Kennak is the overseer of Life - he is the former of bodies. He holds the great flames of Enowayke and protects the survival of the self.

Lemenia is the lover in Unions - she nurtures the bonds of life-matter, weaving them into the structure of the collective.

Sensos is the transfiguring aptitude of Reflection - he ushers intelligence into the Minds of beings so that they may enact will upon the weave of reality.

All three of these spirits evolved the Conscious Kind into being. They are all one in the same, yet their own aspects. They are iterations of themselves and yet divided in motivations. They are the three minds who are one mind.

Intentions of the Three primal spirits of Enowayke and the conscious kind.

Kennak - to Manifest (survive)

Lemenia - to Connect

Sensos - to Know

----The Lore of The Lemenian Empire.

According to Lemenian myth: Kennak and Lemenia (The Masculine and Feminine) are the demi-deities that shaped the emergence of the Conscious Kind - leading to Lord Enowa's enlightened mission to create union from the shatter.

Kennack is viewed to be of the physical realm - the land on the map, geological forms like mountains, isles, and volcanic or tectonic activity. With his massive strength, Kennack creates the lands. Kennack's forms of motion are simple and mechanical. He emerges as the first spark of life - harbinged by the Kilulu. The body of forms. Cycle and Flow.

Lemenia "became" next - an addition to the physical realm. The spirit of life and movement within herds and tribes. Together, Kennack and Lemenia made lifeforms in their second generation. Physical, surviving, moving through matter. Connection to the heart and bonds of the collective.

----The Ommited Demi Spirit

Although the well-known lore of Lemenia and Kennack are typically depicted as star-crossed lovers and co-creators of reality, the mythos has a darker variation involving another spirit.

Sensos came into being when Lemenia gazed into the reflection of herself. The pattern of emergence consciousness. Self-reflection, complexity, intentional transmutation of all things prior. The Eyes.

For a time, the Conscious Kind flourished in Truth and Resonance to Enowayke and the All. Until a Great Wounding occurred - testing the spirit of Enowayke. A calamity that would lay harm to the generations of spirits and thus fissure the collective.

---- The state of Enowakyes Spirit:

Kennak toiled in fury

Lemenia's heart was cracked

Sensos became amnesiac

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

It's interesting to think about the things and decisions that changed your life, not even the bad once just decisions.

If I was born a boy I'd be raised differently, not majorly, but differently. My father would be more adamant about me learning how to make and fix stuff. I think I would end up studying physics or electromechanics. I would probably have the same middle school friends but would go to a different high school, focusing on that straight on. Maybe I'd go back to math. Maybe I'd stick to physics or become an electrician like my dad. I don't know if I would write as much.

My parents were very close to moving to the capital city before my younger brother was born. If that happened my life would be entirely different, different middle school, different high school, different friends. I think that is the decision that I think about the most, the scenarios vary a lot.

I nearly chose a teaching focused high school. During my high school years, I realised I want to teach older kids and not work in a kindergarten- on that school working in one is part of the curriculum. I think I'd be miserable, but knowing me I would finish the school no matter what.

Finding an online friend started my internet presence and they played a huge part in discovering my sexuality. I still think of them sometimes, the older I get, I look back more fondly. I was young and unexperienced with unrestricted internet access. But I also talked with people like me. I came out to my parents partly thanks to them.

I like to look back on my life sometimes. I force myself to see the good. It helps :)))

[samjesswinchester]

This is last chapter of the Season One Era! I would love for you to read it and comment and share, but mostly just read it :) 

Season Two Era will start…soon 

Thanks for reading!!!!

Chapters: 19/19 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore & Dean Winchester, Castiel & Jessica Moore, Sam Winchester & Everyone, Jessica Moore & Everyone Characters: Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Cas - Character, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Real Tyson Brady, Demon Possessing Tyson Brady, Luis (Supernatural: Pilot), Missouri Moseley Additional Tags: Love at First Sight, season one, Supernatural - Freeform, Stanford Era, Jessica Moore Lives, Hurt/Comfort, emotional af, sappy af, soulmate, Angst and Fluff and Smut Series: Part 2 of What Never Was But Should Have Been Summary:

It's early in the morning on November 2nd and, with Sam Winchester's *slightly* enhanced psychic abilities, he knows he and his brother need to get back to Stanford before his nightmare comes true. Even with getting there in time, learning to navigate the newly exposed family secret and its inevitable trauma will test Sam and Jess more than ever before.

[levellsof]

Called out of work like a jackass but I got some writing done

[sparklingpinktiara]

You

All my youth, All I get are lessons. Tears and heartbreaks, I thought, love’s not meant for me. Another swipe, And there was you. You. Matched! That was May 2022. What if you’re different, I told myself. but what if you’re just another lesson? Boo-hoo. I still remember that first night you video-called me, I still remember how you ate and rated the flavors of your Fudgee Bars. You were really…

[ani-coolgirl]

So I thought I had 078 figured out, had a title and everything. But I keep hammering it and poking it and giving it a lovely massage and I’m pretty sure 75% of it is going down the drain. rip.