#you can't get in the building unless you take a tour but the tour was so so cool i would recommend

[songs-of-owly]

Tumblr has been acting up the entire time I've been abroad in Ireland, so I can't upload all the photos I've taken so far, but I thought I'd shared this one

I kind of died inside :")

[adoresol]

how do u think jungwon would be as a bf? sfw and nsfw maybe?

SFW: dates with him are often planned, we've seen how he likes to go to different places and i believe that would extend into his relationship. whether it be at build a bear (and he'd definitely make one to resemble you), or a kitten cafe (definitely risking his allergies but if it gets you to smile, he won't mind). he loves going to places with you, and he'll often take photos of you to set as his wallpaper.

— he absolutely loves kisses so much <3 he likes to greet you with a hug and a kiss on your forehead, or if you're greeting him he loves receiving a kiss right on his lips. whenever you shower jungwon with kisses, his face will flush red and his dimples will poke out of his cheeks because of your affection. he's easily flustered when it comes to you

— jungwon is a protective boyfriend who knows his boundaries and wouldn't want you to cross them. he can have his petty moments but at the end of the day, he will always communicate maturely because of how much you mean to him. in general, he keeps you close to him so ward off any creeps and weirdos. if he knows someone is bothering you, he won't hesitate to step in no matter how light or extreme the situation might be

— as previously mentioned, jungwon is very mature and he's big on communication. he's understanding and listens to your needs and wants as well. he's not the type to raise his voice or lash out, he can make remarks when he's disappointed or upset about something. but he will always apologize for his immaturities and mistakes while also wanting you to understand how he felt, the way he understands your side as well.

— he LOVES video calls so bad like he just wants to see your cute and pretty face. if you're the type to just show a part of your face or not at all, he'd literally be all up in the cam like "where's my pretty baby?" until you show yourself. texts you throughout the day no matter how busy he is, on the rare occasions where he goes mia it's because he's found sleeping and a photo def gets sent to you from one of the members of him sleeping

— jungwon is someone who's love languages i believe would be words of affirmation and physical touch. he loves to praise you in any way he can, making sure that he reassures you of any insecurities and make you feel so, so loved. besides kisses, he loves when you hug him from behind while he's washing dishes or grabbing something from the fridge. he loves holding you on his lap with his head resting on your shoulder. he loves when your hands are holding his, etc.

— being with jungwon would feel very comforting, his presence never fails to make you feel at ease. he's your shoulder to cry on but he wants to be able to rely on his partner as well, he's a young leader and he tends to have his own doubts as well. he's someone who doesn't want to burden someone else so someone who is able to know him and understand him is so important to him.

NSFW — i'd say he has a solid sex drive, it's not too high and it's not too low (unless he's super busy </3 but he makes up for it so much) jungwon knows you miss him and he pays for it, orgasm after orgasm, he never denies making you feel good. he loves it when you get needy for him, and never minds it. whenever he's playing games, he lets you ride him, your arms draped around his neck as you take in his length. he'd be steadily holding you with one arm wrapped around your waist as the other held the controller. honestly, he'd lose focus once you go faster, his hand flying to lift up your shirt and play with your nipples.

he doesn't enjoy phone or video sex as much, but he knows how needy you get when he's gone so he pulls himself aside to help you cum over the phone. “baby misses me, hm? can't last a few hours without me, can you?” and when he's on tour it's literal hell but anyway.. jungwon loves whenever you send him pictures of your boobs, wishing that he could touch them and lick them all over. he'd get super desperate but he's much better at retaining himself until he actually gets to see you again.

jungwon's favorite positions are missionary, cowgirl, and reverse cowgirl. he loves missionary for the sole person of being able to look at your facial expressions, being able to press kisses onto your neck and tits. whenever you're riding him, he loves to feel your nipples brush up against his bare chest, watching as they bounce up and down. his mouth wrapped around your tit while his fingers play with your nipple. he loves hearing you whine and moan, it turns him on so much. it's his goal to hear you grow louder and louder over time. he loves reverse cowgirl when your back is pressed up against his chest, his hands flying to your chest and thrusting up into you.

jungwon loves praising, with a lil dumbification kink. he'd constantly tell you how good you are, taking him so well and how you're making him feel so good. he wants you to cum over and over again until you are completely spent. “baby's all fucked out, isn't she?” as he thrusts into you, a smirk painted onto his lips at how messy you look. he also loves eating you out with so much passion, he basically makes out with your pussy. he absolutely loves getting head, he's not the type to fuck your face but he likes to guide the pace while you suck him off, and he'd moan so loud at the feeling.

whereas jungwon as a sub is him wanting to make you feel good, he wants to hear praises coming from your lips at how good he's eating you out or how well he's fucking you. he loves when you tug on his hair when he's going down on you or scratch his back as he fucks into you. whenever you're the one taking care of him, he'd be so whiny and fidgety. he loves whenever you give him a handjob or a blowjob, wants to cum all over your hand and watch as you lick it up from his chest. or to see his cum splattered all over his chest and lick his own cum off of your tits <3

links: one, two, three

[angelicyouth]

Allegro

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x musician!reader

⇢ synopsis: ❝Ever the loyal and supportive boyfriend, it isn't a surprise when your significant other tags along with you and your band on your widely anticipated world tour.❞

⇢ warning: sexual content

You're the main vocalist and the face of a very popular pop-punk band so as a multi-talented musician, you either perform choreo ((for the more pop-leaning tracks)) while you're singing or have an electric guitar strapped around your body for you to play lead guitar.

Forever grateful of your fans and wanting to grant them the absolute best performances of their entire lifetime, you often find yourself occupying the dance studio in your company's building to practice your choreo until the late hours of the night.

Your perfectionist tendencies causes you to have tunnel vision so Kenny will always find the time to bring you dinner halfway through practice, forcing you to eat your favorite takeout with him or whatever cravings you have for that day ((being exhausted, your boyfriend is more than happy to feed you! and even if you're fine to do it on your own, he'll insist!)).

When you're being particularly stubborn, the blonde will unplug the speakers and spread his limbs out like an annoying starfish in the middle of the dance studio so that you can't practice which forces you to eat ((unless he's satisfied enough, he won't let you resume)).

As you're eating, he'll place your body on his lap and either retie your loose hair or take the time to weave together your soft but damp locks and braid them away from your face ((he's made it a habit to carry around spare hair ties and cute clips to pin your hair away from your face if you ever need it)).

His long fingers in your hair is extremely cathartic, the soothing motions causing you to fall limp into his warm embrace and sometimes causes you to fall asleep against his firm chest.

He'll also pepper your face with a multitude of kisses despite you complaining about how sweaty you are but he doesn't give a fuck, he'll complain back about how much he missed his pretty girl from the few hours that you two were apart.

You'll roll your eyes every time he yells out "WATER!", the blonde forcing you to rehydrate in between sets of songs ((before he hands you a cold water bottle to sip on, he'll drink from it himself because he wants you to get an indirect kiss. it doesn't make much sense because he'll always command you to give him a kiss before you resume practice anyways, so)).

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The heavy bass of your song loudly reverberates throughout the entire dance studio, your chest quickly heaving up and down as you go through the motions deeply ingrained in your body. Every move you make is fluid as it creates a visual masterpiece on time to the beat of the melody.

As the melodious instruments slowly begins to fade out, Kenny's voice is deep as he calls out to you and disturbs the peace in the suddenly quiet room. "Come here."

His voice is firm—commanding in its tone as he leaves absolutely no room for questions or refusal. Obediently, you take the few steps to close the space between the two of you as your hands reach out to latch onto his larger ones once you're close enough. Your heart begins to erratically beat within your chest, but not because of your earlier exertion—it's in eager anticipation of what's to come as the blonde intertwines your fingers together to roughly pull you onto his lap.

Once you're properly situated, there's a teasing smirk on his handsome face as he huskily murmurs to you. "Show me what you learned, baby."

Every word that escapes from his mouth casts light puffs of air against the shell of your ear and causes your body to involuntarily shudder. You can feel a cacophony of eager goosebumps to arise across your arms, the blonde lazily trailing his hands as they caress every dip and curve of your body.

His muscular arms then wrap around your waist, the cool metal of his ring adorned fingers lightly skimming against the bare expanse of your skin from underneath your tank top. Your eyes begin to lightly flutter shut at the sensation created by his leisurely pace until all of the air in your chest gets suddenly knocked out from the forceful way his soft pair of lips begin to devour yours.

You can't help the soft mewls that he masterfully orchestrates from escaping your throat with the dizzying way his tongue coaxes yours to a heated battle of dominance. He's relentless in his teasing as he he draws out every harsh bite on your lower lip and every swipe of his tongue against yours, his delighted smirk pressed against your slicked lips.

“Like music to my ears. Just make a voice recording when we fuck—I promise it’ll sell out.” He smirks at your vocal pleasure, your hand weakly lifting up to swat him on the shoulder as you whine at his comment.

Placing a hot and heavy hand in between the smooth expanse of your thighs, a high-pitched whimper echoes between you two as your breaths mingle with one another. Your lungs desperately take reprieve from your separation until a sob gets stuck into your throat when his fingers slowly begin to collect your steadily leaking arousal.

He chuckles against the expanse of your sweat-sheened neck, the puffs of air escaping the pretty pink of his lips hitting your slicked skin as he creates a trail of vivid reds and deep purples in its wake. "You're so fucking wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet."

He teases the entrance of your heat, lazily circling the tip of his finger around it as his tongue makes magic. Your boyfriend keeps the heated point of contact as he wetly trails his mouth to worship your breasts, heated words of praise mumble against your body like a mantra.

Every so often, he'll lightly drag his teeth against the nub of your nipple on his way to create deep imprints of his teeth against your skin. They mix along beautifully with his possessive marks of love, a smug smirk pressed against the bruises whenever the blonde's cerulean eyes catches sight of his masterpiece.

His back leans against the floor to ceiling mirrors adorning the wall of the room, vapor slowly consuming the cool glass as your heated arousal creates fog that steadily climbs up the surface. "Look at yourself enjoying just my fingers—you're fucking beautiful.

You tightly clench around him as you desperately grind your body against the palm of his hand, his fingers shooting out to firmly grasp your chin when your head begins to loll dangerously to the side and your eyelashes begin to lightly caress the soft skin of your heated cheeks. "Eyes up, babe. Need you to watch how fucking greedy you get when you take me in."

Not wanting to disappoint, you force your half-lidded eyes open as you watch yourself being reflected from the glass panels of the mirrors surrounding the two of you. The lewd image greeting you back is of you looking absolutely wrecked, your eyes catching sight of how the sliver of light cast from the luminescence of the dance studio glints against your tears steadily leaking out.

It's absolutely erotic—the obscene sounds of slicked skin against skin and quick pants heavily consuming the otherwise desolate room.

"So tight and pretty—all for me. You're mine, N/N. And only mine." You babble in confirmation to his heated praises, your words dangerously slurred as your legs begin to violently shake from the electric shocks of pleasure deeply coiling throughout your stomach.

"Is my pretty girl going to come for me? Yeah? Then come all over my fingers—show me what it's going to feel like when I have my cock inside of you." He keeps pumping his longer fingers until the spasms overtaking you body stops, his eyes possessively watching as they go in an out of your heat as they deliciously drag along your slicked walls.

When your body falls limp into his warm embrace, he pushes his digits against your swollen limps as you obediently suck at the intrusion. "Good girl. See how fucking good you taste."

You moan around his fingers as you taste yourself, the vibrations of your voice and your light suction causing his possessive eyes to go even darker from want as he removes them from the wet cavern of your mouth and into his. "Fuck, you taste as good as you look."

Your body suddenly jolts to attention from where your face is burrowing itself inside the safe solace of his neck, desperately trying to catch your breath when the blunt head of his length slowly drags itself against your slicked folds.

"You ready?"

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During tour, the both of you will sneak out of the hotel for late night dates as you explore and take in the new sights of whatever foreign country you're currently playing at ((your boyfriend will do research while you rehearse at the venue so that you can make the most of your time!!)).

The blonde always wears your merch and its gotten to the point that he also gifts them to your guy's friends and family whenever there's a special occasion ((they'll always roll their eyes when he hands them a clumsily wrapped present because they already know what's going to be in there—each one of them have at least 5 signed albums from you by now)).

Kenny never fails to make posters for your shows as he takes the time to seriously decorate them with an abundance of colorful stickers and glitter ((the cameraman at the venue always points the equipment towards your boyfriend at least once so that his enthusiastic support can be shown on the big screen for you and all of your fans to see)).

Your fans absolutely adore your boyfriend because he's always feeding them with additional content—he'll upload behind-the-scenes stuff such as photos and videos of you!

On his Coonstagram account, he'll upload a picture of you cutely dozing off on the ride back to the hotel with your head cuddled against his shoulder as the caption states: sleepy baby had fun today!! thank you for being an awesome crowd :)

Or maybe he'll post a photo of you falling asleep while you're perched on a chair, his ring-adorned hands affectionately propping your head up as your stylist does your makeup with the caption: can't hang gang!! just kidding, this pretty girl is jet lagged :P

Your fans went absolutely wild over your precious relationship when a picture of him hand-feeding you snacks as your hairdresser beautifully curls your soft locks of hair appears across their social media feeds, the caption reading: my pretty girl loves your snacks *country name*!! :D

Kenny has his signature on your microphone ((he was super excited and honored when you asked him to sign it the day that you got it, the blonde clingy and never leaving your side for the rest of the night after your request)) but on the body of your guitar, there's a cute doodle that he drew of the both of you with a little heart in between them.

If you dye your hair ((whether for personal preference or for work)), he'll have a streak of the same color in his own field of blonde hair to match! ((speaking of work, your manager loves to bring him along when you have photoshoots because he brings out your best expressions!))

You asked Kenny to choose the color of your in ear monitors and you surprised him with getting the initials of his name on one of them and your relationship's anniversary date on the other.

It's not uncommon for people to recognize your boyfriend when he's out in public—he doesn't mind talking to them or getting his pictures taken with them if they ask but if someone on the streets calls out to him but are kind of unsure on how they recognize him, he'll fuck with them and the interaction will go like this:

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"Hey! I think I recognize you but I don't remember where." "Oh? So you watch porn?"

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Eventually, he'll open up a YouTube account where he'll make a series on his channel, uploading videos of the two of you in your hotel and trying local snacks.

When you have free days in between schedules while you're on tour, he'll gift your fans with vlogs of your dates at different cities ((his editing style is very chaotic which is amusing to viewers even if they didn't find him because of your band)).

He's made it a personal goal to visit all of the Disney Parks in the world and all of the McDonald's too so that he can make reviews of the region exclusive things that you can't get anywhere else ((it's also a goal of his to fuck in every country/city you guys go to)).

Once you've seen all of the 7 Wonders of the World, he'll post the pictures he took of the two of you during your visits and a selfie of just you at the end of the slide saying that you're the only wonder of his world.

With how busy you get, quickies are a norm ((your boyfriend loves this because it feeds into the exhilaration of potentially getting caught in the otherwise public spaces you both do it at)) and also means you guys are in the mile high club ((aka fucking when you guys are flying in an airplane)).

Being busy also means you take naps whenever you can so it's pretty convenient to have a boyfriend you can always cuddle into ((it's always a nice surprise when you wake up to see that Kenny doodled something on your arm)).

But if you have time in between your schedules when you're back at home, he'll surprise you with appointments he made at the spa or at the nail salon so that you can wind down and relax ((he accompanies you, of course. he'll have basic care pedicures and manicures so that he can sit next to you and so that you can talk about mundane things with one another. you'll usually finish later than him since you get color or a design so he'll duck out of the shop real quick to grab you both coffee or something. feeling newly rejuvenated, you guys will always get food right after!!)).

If there isn't time for the aforementioned, he'll offer you massages with his own hands ((which slowly turns into a sexual encounter if you're not too tired)) and will try to learn how to do nails so he can do them for you when you're unable to get them professionally done! ((if he does them, he'll paint on his initials without telling you))

On some occasions ((this is very rare but sometimes hotels get fully booked when certain concert dates coincide with other local events)), your management will book your band a few rooms with double beds instead of granting you your usual private rooms. The guys absolutely hate when this happens and will do whatever they can to fight over who has to share a room with you and Kenny.

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"Why the fuck do your dark circles look even worse than usual, Marsh? You look shittier than Cartman on his bad days, which is saying a lot." Craig snickers when Stan trudges his tired body towards their rehearsal noticeably late, his raven-colored hair messily tousled atop the crown of his head and a giant pair of sunglasses sitting on his face.

Kyle just rolls his eyes at how dramatic his best friend is being with his outfit, the oversized shades making him look like he's hungover when he isn't. But Stan didn't give a fuck—it's his manager's fault for forcing him to room with the stupid lovebirds.

"Why do you think? I shared a room with these two inconsiderate fucks." He grumpily mumbles, his downturned lips sipping on his caffeinated beverage.

If they have a problem with me getting to practice late because I needed coffee beforehand then they can just kiss my fucking ass, the ravenette pettily thinks.

Clyde snickers, "Rookie mistake. That's why I always bring earplugs or headphones, dude."

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You guys want to have something physical as memorabilia of the places you visit together so you'll either decide on whether you guys will collect shot glasses, keychains, or magnets for every new country/city you go to.

Of course, your boyfriend is musically talented so you'll sometimes bring him out on stage for funsies and have him shred on a guitar for a minute or something as a special surprise treat for your fans ((if any of your band members are injured or sick, it isn't a problem as Kenny can easily fill in for them until they're good to go!! attending your rehearsals and being your #1 fan has its perks)).

Kenny keeps all of the physical copies of your concert tickets and VIP/backstage passes, pinning them to a cork board that's hung in his room and surrounded by pictures of you by yourself or the two of you together.

In perfect condition and carefully tucked away in a box under his bed are all the cassette tapes and CD's that you burned your music onto when you and your band were first experimenting and writing songs ((he's been there for everything—he used to help the band set up at venues when you guys weren't big enough to afford a roadie and he used to drive you guys to your auditions for major record companies)).

It doesn't matter how long you guys have been dating—he'll never forget to give you a pre-show kiss for good luck ((it's a ritual)) and give you flowers after you finish a show ((it didn't matter if he was broke, he'd just pick it from the wild)).

He also likes to take polaroid pictures of you at every show you perform at and writes down the date on it for memories! ((he'll decorate it with stickers/doodles and keep them in an album for safe keeping))

Whenever he sees band merch when he's out and about ((whether it's a knock-off or official)), he'll excitedly send you pictures of them!! ((being with you from even before the beginning of your career, it still doesn't quite register in his head of how famous you are even when you're years down the line with your success))

His absolute prized possession, though, is a pendent hanging on the silver chain around his neck of your first ever guitar pick from when you started learning how to play as a kid ((he never takes it off, not since you gave it to him)).

You're always a conversation topic for him, the blonde always bragging to others about his very cool girlfriend ((the guys often get annoyed because dude, they grew up with you, too. and some of them are even in the same damn band. they already know, Kenny. you don't have to tell them for the millionth time)).

If you guys ever decide to have kids, he'll absolutely love telling them about how cool their mom was back in the day ((you still are, he emphasizes)) and he'll tell them stories of your career as their nightly bedtime stories ((you'll be your kid's ice breaker once they start going to school but not without Kenny teaching them about clout chasers first))♡

[luveline]

jade hi!!! i have an idea for shy reader. im thinkin eddie x shy reader and maybe corroded coffin has kind of blown up? like maybe they’re on tour or just an occasional big stadium gig. but r always comes even tho she is like very sound sensitive (do u hear me projecting) it is not her space at all but she still comes for him <3 like soundchecks and things she has like earplugs in but is still the most proud gf. idk!!! lov u

hi!!!! love u i hope this was a req cos I took it as one!! sound sensitive and shy reader with rockstar eddie is a seemingly unlikely pair but so cute!! fem!reader♡ suggestive

Eddie says you can sit wherever you like during soundcheck, whether that be sidestage, by the barrier, up in the VIP section balcony, or even just plain centre stage with him and the boys. Which is ridiculous because you'll definitely be in the way if you do, but he has awfully convincing reasoning. 

"I'm gonna marry you," he says succinctly. "If people aren't used to seeing you by my hip by now they will be eventually." 

So you don't go sit up on the balcony. You're also not gonna entertain his silly ideas, sitting neatly in a fold out sidestage with your ear plugs in, ear defenders in your lap. Eddie has assured you time and time again that nobody is gonna judge you for wearing them, they're not foreign to people in show business, but you can't make yourself unless the music is extremely loud. 

You scratch at one of the cans and watch Eddie run his hands up the neck of Sweetheart the third, looking odd in his hoodie and sweatpants. 

He has a complex about your 'giving up your dream' so he can chase his. And sure, you have ambitions, there are a thousand things you want to do, but none have ever felt as present to you as music is to him. Well, besides being his girl. You don't under evaluate the happiness you've found with Eddie, the late late nights and the early mornings, moments stolen between flights and buses and shows and interviews. It's all worth it to be with him and see his wicked smile during shows. 

His smile isn't nearly so electric right now. He's got his eyebrows scrunched up, picking at strings and apologising and then rescinding his apology when somebody rags on him. 

They start to play the crowd pleasers and you turn to your book, humming with your leg tapping to the rhythm. You get lost for a while and don't notice when the music fades away, nor when Eddie comes to stand in front of you. 

You can vaguely hear voices, so you look up, and when you find Eddie as close as he is you jump. He reaches out with two panicked hands and plants them against your hiked shoulders. 

"Just me," he says, or mouths, one hand moving to your ear. He pulls an earplug free carefully. 

"I'm sorry," you say breathlessly. 

He gets all cuddly, hand curled around your earplug and arm around your neck. His mouth is a heat over your forehead as he lays kisses from temple to temple, chest rumbling with a pleased sigh. 

"Plugs are doing their job," he says. 

You twist your hands into the front of his hoodie where he's leaning over you, unsurprised by his affection. He's always like this. 

"You don't have to stay if it's too loud." 

It's really loud. "It's alright." 

You feel his lips curve into a smile. "No," he says, pulling back quick to cradle your cheeks. "It's loud. I was thinking, maybe you should take a break tonight. Stay at the hotel." 

You don't get offended, though insecurity rears it's head for a split second. Why doesn't he want me at the show? It's gone as quickly as it came, dissolved by his concerned eyes. 

A break would be nice. You love to be here and to support him but the constant sound is overwhelming, and it builds up until you're wiped of energy. 

"Stay home, watch a movie," — he leans in, lips quirked into a knowing smile — "what kind of movie's up to you." 

"Eddie," you murmur pleadingly, turning in your seat to make sure no one's listening. 

He shushes you and dips down until his mouth is near your ear, hands holding you in place. "We need some inspiration, don't you think?" 

You're melting. "Eddie, please." Don't do this here. 

"Yeah, just like that," he murmurs. 

You push him forcibly away from you and glare at his giggling, his slight bend at the waist and his hand pressed to his stomach. 

"Jerk." 

"I'm serious about taking a break," he says as his laughter tapers off. He licks his lips. "It'll be tough but I can make it through one night without you." 

"Night?" 

"Show," he amends, leaning down with a pout. 

You give him a faux-reluctant peck. 

"Definitely not the whole night. You better still be there when I get back," he warns. 

You will be. You open your arms expectantly for a proper hug though you can't bring yourself to ask, and lucky you, Eddie collapses down into your chest smelling clean and familiar. He's warm. There's an inherent excitement that comes with being loved like this, the evidence of his affection in his adoring hands as they rub your back and the corner of his smile against your cheek.

"Not going anywhere," you murmur. His arms get that little bit tighter.

[countrymusiclover]

4 - Second Chances Can Happen

Part 5

Battle of Heart and Mind

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Erik gets out of the car first with Charles getting out on the other side. I slid out behind the boys seeing Raven and the other mutant kids were sitting outside the somewhat destroyed CIA building. “Raven?”

“We've made arrangements for you to be taken home immediately.” Charles explained to the teenagers.

The boy who could control the sound like a banshee spoke. “We're not going home. He's not going back to prison.”

“He killed Darwin.” The guy named Alex added on.

“All the more reason for you to leave. This is over.” Charles responded.

Raven eyed her brother. “Darwin's dead, Charles. And we can't even bury him.”

Standing beside Erik I crossed my arms over my chest. I glanced up to him the second he entered the conversation. “We can avenge him.”

“Erik, a word, please.” Charles walked over to us and I followed the pair off to the side. “They're just kids.”

Erik disagreed. “No. They were kids. Shaw has his army, we need ours.”

“Erik, they can’t fight against my father. They aren’t strong enough to face him.” I shook my head at him not seeing how this plan would work. My father was a very powerful mutant compared to even me and Erik, possibly even Charles.

“Charles said that we can be stronger as a team, Addison. You saw his plan to destroy the world. I may want him dead but we can face him better than the CIA can.” He shifted his attention to mine and I sighed knowing he made a good point.

“We'll have to train. All of us. Yes? Yeah.” Charles sighed once I gave him a head nod yes so he turned to the kids.

Hank the kid with different feet shrugged his shoulders. “Well, we can't stay here. Even if they reopen the department, it's not safe. We've got nowhere to go.”

“Yes, we do.” Charles declared before we all got into the limo and drove until we ended up outside a large castle looking building. Tucking some hair behind my ear I hang my mouth open, never seeing a place this nice.

This is yours?” The banshee kid said.

Charles replied. “No, it's ours.”

“Honestly, Charles. I don't know how you survived, living in such hardship.” Erik joked to his friend.

Raven pushed through the boys and Charles kissed her head when he threw an arm over her shoulder. “Well, it was a hardship softened by me. Come on. Time for the tour.”

Erik and I remained standing outside while the others went inside the mansion. Shoving my hands inside the pockets of my coat I lifted my head up at him. “What exactly are you getting us into here?”

“Charles made a good point. It can’t just be you and I going after him like I previously planned.” He shrugs his shoulders back in response.

Reaching up my fingers began lazily without real thought I started spinning the metal necklace in thought. “That may be the case, Erik. I just don’t think we should face him unless we have an organized team. Otherwise we won’t make it out alive.”

“You don’t have to worry about that happening, Addison. Now that I know what you can do we have a better chance of beating him.” He reassured me offering his right hand and I placed my hand in his letting him lead me inside the building.

It had been a few weeks since we had all got settled into the Xavier mansion. Charles was insistent on training every single one of us. Raven was down in the lab room with Hank. The other boys were somewhere else leaving me on my own. Walking through one of the outside doors and out onto the balcony I got a view of Charles aiming a handgun at Erik’s forehead. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” The man you could say was my friend replied.

“Alright…” Charles shut his eyes taking a breath but he lowered the gun backing out. “No, no, I can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t shoot anybody point blank, let alone my friend.”

Erik grabbed the gun, putting it back against his forehead. “Oh, come on. You know I can deflect it. You’re always telling me I should push myself.”

“If you know you can deflect it then you’re not challenging yourself. Whatever happened to the man who was trying to raise the submarine?” Charles asked him to lower the firearm.

Erik takes the gun from his hand. “I can’t…something that big. I need the situation, the anger…”

“The anger is not enough.” The telepath shook his head.

Resting my chin in the palm of my hand I just kept listening in on their conversation. “It’s gotten the job done all this time.” Erik responds not knowing any difference.

“It’s nearly gotten you killed all this time.” Charles nods, glancing over in my direction, calling me from my trance. “Addi, come down here. You two can train together on this.”

Running down the stairs I met up with the pair at the fence with a big satellite. Dropping my hands at my sides, my hair was in a ponytail that fell over my shoulder. “What do you need me for, Xavier?”

“I want to prove to you both that there is more than pain and darkness for either of you.” Charles extended his hand to me so I lopped my hand through his. He winced a little seeing our hands turn red taking some of his abilities. “Calm your mind, Addi.”

Sucking in a breath we entered Erik’s mind and saw a memory of his mother and him with a birthday cake. Meaning it was his birthday. Shutting my eyes I wiped away some tears. “I….I didn't know I still had that.” Erik croaked his voice blinking through tears.

“There's so much more to you than you know. Not just pain and anger. There's good too, I felt it.” Charles declared to his friend proudly. “And when you can access all that. You'll posse a power no one can match. Not even me.”

Raising a brow at him. “Charles, I don't think that your right. I don't technically have physical power of my own.”

“It doesn’t matter whether you have your own power or not. Addi, it's all up here that matters the most.” The telepath raised his freehand up to the temple of my forehead. “Mind over matter couldn’t be more true for you and Erik.”

Blinking through some tears my eyes found his soft baby blues. “So you don't think I'm broken…or a monster?”

“Heavens no, dear girl. You are far too hard on yourself.” He shook his head placing his hands on my shoulders.

Lowering my gaze to my feet my mind told me differently when I looked at Erik who had stepped off to the side. “I don't mean to be…it's just what I've heard for years.” Charles knitted his brows together slightly glancing over to his friend.

“Addi, I'll find you later for training Alright.” Charles patted my shoulder, sending me on my way.

Nodding, I walked off leaving the boys alone again. “Okay.”

“You're entirely too hard on her, my friend.” Charles muttered watching the blonde girl turn around the corner meaning she wouldn't hear the next part of their conversation.

Erik whipped his head around stunned. “What are you talking about, Charles?”

“I’m speaking the truth to you. She is far too much of a nice person to have you treat her this way.” He explained to his friend.

The metal man rolled his eyes. “We are not having this conversation again!”

“You don’t wish to have this conversation because you know that I am right about how you are feeling. You do feel guilty about your actions and you just won’t admit it, my friend.” Charles points his index finger at Erik speaking very clearly yet calmly to not anger him too much.

Erik sighed heavily, kicking some of the gravel with his shoe. “What do you want me to do, Charles? Hmm forget what her father did to my family. Forget what he did to me all because there may be a tiny part of me that wants to see her differently.”

“I…I’m asking that you give her a chance. A chance of you sitting with her and getting to see that she isn’t like her father.” His friend says back.

Erik raised a brow curious. “If you’re so persistent in giving her a chance, why don’t you just show me the memories you have of her inside your head?”

“Because if I did that it wouldn’t have the same effect.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed Charles Xavier had a flair for the dramatic.” Erik chuckled dryly.

Charles shook his head in disagreement. “It is not dramatic, my friend. And I don’t like using my powers on others when they can make the right decisions on their own. I know you can do just that.”

“I’ll consider giving her a chance, old friend.” He replied spinning on his heels walking away from him, deciding to go in search of Addison.

Walking through the hallways of the mansion thinking back on what Charles had said earlier. He made a good point in saying that we all had light inside of us even if we can’t see it for ourselves. My boots creaked on the floor when a thought ran through my mind ‘What will kill the humans will only make us stronger’

“Why didn’t I see it before I ever met Erik? I mean I should have seen it right unless I’m stupid or something. Ah!” I winced feeling some energy coursing through my veins making me halt in my tracks seeing the lights flickering for some reason. Pressing my back against the wall I take a few deep breaths trying to calm my nerves. “Oh geez what is happening right now. This has never happened before…”

Footsteps could be heard coming around the corner where I slid my body down the wall hugging my knees to my chest hearing someone softly calling my attention. “Addison, is something wrong?”

“Uh no. I’m…I’m fine.” I quickly wiped my sleeve under my nose in an attempt to get rid of the tears that were beginning to fall.

Erik’s cold eyes shifted downward to me as he stepped closer to stand above me. “You don’t seem fine, Addison. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry if I'm being honest about it.”

“Well I’m not crying, Lehnsherr.” I huffed wrapping my arms tighter around my knees.

He lowers himself down on a knee moving his hand forward brushing hair behind my ear. “You don’t have to lie to me, Addison. Now I can clearly see something is bothering you so let me help.”

“Help me how?” I questioned him through a sniffer feeling my hands shaking where my power was just dying to be let out.

Erik raised himself to stand and offered his right hand down to me. “You clearly need a release so that’s what we are going to do.”

“A release…I’ve never even kissed anyone.” My face turned red at the thought of covering my face in my hands. “Oh crap. I shouldn’t have told you that.”

Erik smirked lightly but still held out his hand for me. “I was thinking we would do that. I’m just wanting to help you, Shaw girl. So just take my hand.”

“Okay, what did you have in mind?” Placing my hand in his larger one he tugged me to stand where our chests were so close together.

Our eyes met and he answered in an almost whisper leading me outside the back of the mansion towards the woods treeline. “You’ll just have to wait and see, Addison.” Neither of them knew that Raven was watching from around the corner with a smile on her face seeing the pair leaving together.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[maitaiwiththecorpses]

Things That People With Kiddos Should Know As Someone With Kiddos

This is by no means an extensive list of things parents/guardians/caretakers should know and take into account when raising and taking care of kids, nor is this telling you how to run a household or parent, however, from my experience, these things can make your life SO MUCH EASIER and make the relationship with your kiddos and you much smoother. I'm mostly going to be focusing on more adolescent-specific topics, but a lot of this advice can be applied to kids of all ages. Some of these things that I mention might work perfectly for you and your kiddos, and some of them might not. Some of them you might have to practice working on or modify them to fit your situation. Not everything on here is golden for everyone, and not everything on here is trash either. What works for one situation might not work for another.

With that being said, let's get to it.

Take your kids clothes shopping in person as much as possible. Make them try everything that they pick on. Kid's measurements are weird and are going to be changing drastically throughout their lives. Find the clothes they like and fit into in person and buy them online for cheaper (or in person. Whatever floats your boat)

Do not waste money on surprises unless you know FOR A FACT that they're going to like it! What does for a fact mean? Well, they've either explicitly stated that they want the item, or dropped some obvious as hell hints! Do not go guessing and buying based on what you think they'll like, or what you like. That's setting you, and your kid up for failure.

Be interested in things they're interested in. Your kid likes Taylor Swift? Cool! Your reaction should be "awesome, you wanna listen to the Era's Tour setlist in the car?" or, "what's your favorite album, let's listen to it together!"

Similarly, if your kiddo creates (art, music, poetry, stories, crafts, woodwork, videos, coding, etc,.) BE INTERESTED IN THAT. Consume their work! Show interest in it! Ask to read their writing, ask to see their art, ask to listen to their compositions. They might not say yes, but make it clear that you want to, and that's something that excites you. This will bring your kiddo joy.

DO NOT. AND I REPEAT. DO NOT. BELITTLE THEIR INTERESTS. Remember: You were once a kid with wacky interests, too. Kids are always searching for validation, whether they exhibit it or not. And even if they aren't? It's just a dick move to make fun of them for something they like.

buy pencils, pens, and notebooks in bulk. You'll need them.

Oh, and sticky notes.

If your kiddo comes to you for help of any kind, academic or otherwise, you damn well help them. "I need help studying for my math test tomorrow," ok, whaddya struggling with? How can I help? Do you just need a body double here, or should I do some problems with you?

give them notes. In their lunches, on their desks, in presents, on the fridge- hell, stick it on their doors! It doesn't have to be anything long- just a simple "morning!" or, "have a great day!" works, too.

Tell them you love them and that you're proud of them. Regularly. I know there are some people who think that makes their kids soft but I assure you, you're doing the exact opposite. By building your kids up, and regularly telling them that you love them and are proud of them, they know that they are valued and worthy and loved. This will set them up for success later in life and make them emotionally intelligent and flexible. Also, kids don't hear it enough these days.

They're going to see some scary shit. You can't avoid it. This past year I had to report three attempted suicides and many more cases of self-harm that came from other peers and people I was very close to. I initially was not processing the fact that someone so close to me was hurting themselves or trying to kill themselves, and the reporting process (sometimes even involving police) was extremely traumatizing. When I finally did cry, it came days later, and even today someone might say the name of one of these people and I will immediately shut down and change my whole demeanor. And I know our kiddos are experiencing these things, so please, be there for your kids and always tell them that telling adults when someone they know is hurting themselves or trying to end their life is important and could save their friends and loved ones.

Be prepared for your kids to have some kind of mental illness or learning disability. Do not try and gaslight them by saying that it's "all in their heads" (no shit?) or that they're "making things up." take everything seriously. "Mom, I think I have adhd," alright, let's see a doctor and do some research. "Tia, I'm so tired all the time and I just want to disappear," darling, that's not healthy, that's a sign of depression- you're important and loved, how about we set up a session with a therapist so you can talk to someone about these feelings who can help you better than I can?

Always be prepared to help your kiddos and reach out to licensed professionals who can help them.

carry snacks with you everywhere. And not that healthy shit, either. Within your kid's eating restrictions, get something like a chocolate chip granola bar or a Reese's cup and stick it in your going-out bag. It will save your life when hungry time comes around.

Don't be surprised if your kids are queer in some shape or form. Support them, love them unconditionally, make sexuality puns as needed ("if you're not dating anyone rn, does that mean you're on stand-bi?") and do your own research in regard to sexuality and gender.

help them get ready for school dances and stuff. Makeup, hair, clothes, pickup lines, the whole ordeal. I promise you they're going to love you for it.

Make the puberty/sex talk a casual yet thorough thing. You want to cover all the information, but you don't want to make it so uptight that they never want to talk about it again or ask any questions. Pull up diagrams, do the whole shebang, but make it clear that they don't have to memorize everything in that very moment. Questions are ok, even after the fact.

Take them to the library.

For all your menstruating kiddos out there, stock up on pads and tampons and anything else they use every month/every other month depending on how much they use. Don't make it seem like a hassle, don't make difficult, just do it without question. If they tell you they like a certain brand or type/size/etc, adhere to that and respect it. Menstruating is uncomfortable as is, don't make it worse by not listening to your kid's needs.

Give them this thing I like to call Cuddle Days (or sensory overload days, or Overstimulated, Get Me Outta Here days). These are the kinda days that can show up on weekends after a long week and basically it's a ton of movies, pillow forts, blankets, and comfort food. And lots of cuddles, of course.

Don't guilt trip them for existing having needs. Your kids are going to need a lot and do a lot and they are grateful, but it just feels weird to express that feeling of gratitude as a teenager.

And, most importantly, let them be kids. Let them have pillow fights, and roll on the grass. Hang fairy lights up and tell them stories. Giggle about their crushes with them, and paint your nails together. Play Mario Cart and eat takeout together. Kids are so complex and amazing and it would be a shame if we took away the part about being kids in the process of them growing up, because one day they're not gonna be our babies anymore.

[carionto]

It's too big

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"How's the Captain holding up?" the overqualified Haespar Kraus asked Trisha, who was just leaving Knoslark's quarters, with a very fine braid he noted.

"Awful, he didn't ask a single thing about sea turtles. It's like I was talkin' to a brick wall, that can knit. I mean I was literally starin' at a wall, but it's like there was nothin' behind me either."

"Well this won't cheer you up then. We need to go on another expedition."

"Already? No way is Ying up and about already, and this" she points an irritated finger at the sign on Knoslark's door, "stupid thing is technically an order from our superior to not do a damn thing."

"Quite. Another technicality is that we will not be leaving the ship for this journey. Remember how the warp jump fried all our quantum gear, as well as numerous sub-systems and left us with one running reactor? That list also includes the internal ship-wide scanners and most monitoring sensors. And the drone controls."

"No way. She can't be serious." Trisha's face began to pale at the realization of what they were about to embark on.

"I'm afraid so."

"TAMEKI!! DO YOU KNOW HOW BIG THIS STUPID SHIP IS! WE'LL BE GOING THROUGH IT FOR WEEKS!"

"Closer to three months. I did the math." Haespar said with a glint of smugness. He loved being right with numbers to back him up. Though it quickly faded as he was also part of this tour of the Radiant Dusk, "At least the turbo-lifts work, so at most we will be a seven hour crawl from everyone else at the furthest nook we have to inspect."

"Woooow, you really know how to cheer a girl up, y'know."

"Even better news then - we can't lift off into space on one reactor in this gravity, AND we don't know if there are any radiation or coolant leaks. Suits on at all times."

"Greeeeat! Now tell me the local aliens are building a giant box around our ship. That way I can be triple packaged."

"Well, they are pelting the ship and trying to get in, but unless they are keeping advanced metallurgy a secret, they won't succeed."

Trisha just rubs her hands over her face before slapping her cheeks: "Right. Okay. Fine. Imma take a nice long bath first. And eat a cake while I talk to Emily about the underground catacombs of Paris. You're NOT invited."

[chuckle] "Hey, I'm just the messenger."

"Well I hate messages, so nyee."

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Human ships are big. Seemingly pointlessly so, but there is a reason for everything. Sure, it's not the best reasons, but they're legit.

You need big engines to carry a lot of stuff into space.

You need big power generators to have enough thrust.

You need bigger cargo holds since the generators are taking up too much space.

You need a stronger, thicker hull to keep it all together.

You need more powerful engines now to move all that extra mass.

You need additional lift chutes and corridors to connect all the parts of the ship

You need an army of drones to maintain all of everything.

You need a bigger cargo hold since everything else is taking up the previously allotted space now.

You need...

And it just goes on until somebody finally decides that a 10 kilometer long ship that can transform into a circle is enough engineering for one day. Then you hand it over to a crew of 27 and let them do whatever, you installed a few thousand redundancies and safety features (adding a few hundred thousand meters of wiring, piping and code and a million tons of matter and bumping everything else up a size category in the process, but who's counting) what could go wrong?

Nothing! You're an engineer who thought of everything, not an architect who draws ugly shapes.

So yeah, you try exploring every street and building and attic in your city. Then do it five more times because in space you can just build in every direction. Oh and take notes and pictures of everything, because if you don't, you might miss a loose cable.

And if you happen to be neglectful and try to turn on your star creating power reactors, you might end up with a permanent tan.

Continue->

[the-fiction-witch]

Dad

Media Love Actually

Character Sam

Couple Sam X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Concept New Daddy

"You sure you two will be okay?" I asked getting my handbag and fixing my skirt for work, I hated doing this but I didn't have much of a choice my landlord was fumigating the whole building so we had to be out for two weeks, and my usual daycare was closed today due to them having a massive pipe leak, I really didn't want to do this I felt awful but what choice did I really have? 

"We'll be fine won't we munchkin" Sam smiled as little Ivy ran over to him still in her PJ of course and he happily picked her up sitting her on his hip

"You sure it's not too much trouble-"

"Not your fault is it, you're already staying here and I don't have anything to do anyway. It's fine we'll have fun won't we little munchkin?" 

"Yeah!" she giggled 

"We'll be fine, don't worry about us"

"Okay well I'm just a phone call away"

"I know, but I'm sure I can handle it," he says "Go say bye-bye to your mummy," He tells her setting her down 

"Bye bye mummy" she smiled hugging my leg

"Bye-bye darling, you be good for Uncle Sam alright? I'll see you when I get home"

"I will I promise" She smiled before she ran off towards the spare room we were sleeping in 

"Any problems-"

"I know, Have a good day at work"

"Thanks, Sam" I smiled grabbing my keys and heading off to work for the day.

It had been a very long day one of those days where nothing quite goes the way you want it to I was home later than I wanted to be but such is the way some days. I headed inside seeing the place rather dark and quiet Sam got up from the sofa shutting the TV off as he came over "Hey, how was work?"

"Ughh don't" I sighed

"Sorry, dinner's in the microwave for you"

"Thanks, Sam" I smiled "How was Ivy?" I asked grabbing the plate from the microwave and taking a seat at the small table

"Aww, she's been a little angel,"

"Oh? What did you do then?"

"Well we went to the park she had a nice play on the swings for a while, then we went to the museum and learnt about dinosaur bones and whales,"

"Aww That's sweet Sam"

"If we're going to spend the day together she might as well learn something, and I may have treated her to a little present from the gift shop"

"You didn't have to do that"

"I know, but I like to treat her sometimes" 

"That's why she thinks you're fun Uncle Sam" 

"Five-pound admission and a ten-pound spend in a gift shop is a small price to pay for her to have some fun, and she gets to go back to daycare next week with lots of dinosaur facts" 

"How'd dinner go?"

"Very well she helped me cook and even did the drying up" 

"She's a good girl,"

"How was work?" 

"You know how it goes, paperwork, Luke being Luke" 

"I don't know why you don't quit that awful place"

"What else would I do Sam? I have to take care of Ivy somehow"

"...what if, you two came and stayed with me? on a more permanent basis?"

"and what would I do all day?"

"Take care of Ivy, help me with the house. look after the place when I go on tour"

"That's very sweet Sam, but I can't," I told him taking my plate to the sink

"why not?" he asks coming to stand with me

"We couldn't ask that of you"

"You're not asking it of me, I'm asking you." he says "I know you hate being away from her, and I know you hate shoving her in a daycare, I'd handle stuff money-wise you get to be home all day with her"

"I can't -"

"why not? I'd be happy to and I know I wouldn't be sending you two back to that awful flat"

"even so, where would we sleep?"

"well, Ivy can have the spare room as her bedroom and... I figured you could bunk with me"

"Oh? At the foot of your bed?"

"if that's where you're comfortable, I thought more snuggled up with me but it's up to you"

"That's sweet Sam but it's not even like we're-"

"Then we can be, if you want a label on it I'm more than happy to put one and it makes it easier for little Ivy" He explained "Unless you, don't see me like that?"

"Well... I uhhh" I stuttered 

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it?"

"I might have" I blushed of course I had thought about it, I had thought about Sam like that for as long as I'd known him but I suppose I'd always just tossed those feelings away

"Because I have, far more than once. You two are always welcome here you know that" he says giving my hand a little kiss 

I blushed hard but I gave his lips a soft kiss he happily kissed back wrapping his arms around my waist as my hip pressed against the counter top I smiled and stroked his shirt a little till he pulled back rubbing my nose as he did 

"How about you get you're nightie and come stay in my bed tonight?" 

"That does sound nice" I smiled "Did you have anything planned for Ivy tomorrow?"

"Yeah I promised I'd take her to the seal sanctuary and the beach for ice cream, You're more than welcome to blow off work and come too. It could be a lovely day just the three of us" 

"she loves seals, that sounds lovely Sam" I smiled giving him another kiss 

He chuckled a little as he pulled away "You know, she told me a little secret today"

"Did she now, what was it?"

"Ohh a top-secret, really high levels of classification I really shouldn't even be telling you this."

"I don't already know?"

"No, she told me this is so secret even you don't know" 

"Oh? What is it then?"

"she told me that for a good while now she's secretly, wanted a little brother"

"She has?"

"Ummm she wants a little brother very badly" he explained "And I think I'm in agreement with her"

"Are you?"

"I think she needs a little brother, and if that's okay with you? I'm more than happy to... help supply her with one" He smirked grinding his hips against my own. 

"Ohh would you now?"

"I would,"

"I assume you'd want something for this help? some form or repayment"

"Well, you're already moving in with me so how about I help give Ivy a little brother and I get to fill the family role as the dad? not just fun Uncle Sam."

"You'd really want that?"

"I would, I love Ivy, I love you. If you'd be willing to have me I'm more than happy to step in where Danny bailed out" 

"Aww Sam" I smiled tearing up 

"Hey, hey no little tears" he says kissing my tears away 

"It's okay their happy tears"

"Good, now you go get your nightie and give Ivy a kiss goodnight, I'll go wait up in our bed and get ready to help with her little brother" he smiled 

"Okay" I smiled giving him a sweet kiss before I headed to the spare room where Ivy and I had been sleeping seeing she had taken up all the double bed where I was gone with her blanket and a dinosaur book from the museum open in front of her where she must have been looking at it before she fell asleep, I smiled sitting on the bed and fixing her hair, tucking her in and giving her head a little kiss which woke her a little 

"Hi little one I thought you were sleeping"

"I was a little sleeping" she giggled what she often says when she was half asleep or faking it "Mummy?"

"Yes, Ivy?"

"Could Uncle Sam be my new daddy?"

"We'll see Ivy," I told her "Now you get some sleep if you need anything you call okay and either me or Sam will come help you"

"I will, goodnight mummy"

"Goodnight sweetheart"

"Tell Uncle Sam I said goodnight too"

"I will do" I laughed grabbed my things and headed out leaving her door open a crack, I headed across the locked-up house to Sam's room seeing the bed made and the ensuite light on so I set my stuff down and kicked off my heels and changed into my nightie 

"she tucked up tight?"

"All snug as a bug" I smiled, "She says goodnight"

"she's a sweetheart," he laughs coming from the bathroom shutting the light off now down to just his boxers "Whoa..."

"What?"

"You look beautiful"

"Thank you, Sam,"

"so? You're okay in my bed tonight"

"If you are"

"Most defiantly" He smiled coming and sitting beside me but leaving a respectful space "If you just wanna get to bed that's fine I don't wanna make you do anything you don't want to"

"That's very sweet Sam" I smiled kissing his head "But if it's all the same to you" I cooed holding his hand 

"Ohh believe me y/n I don't need to be asked twice" He smirked pushing me down on his bed flat so he could hover over me 

"Ohh Sam" I blushed wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss 

[taylortruther]

Correct me if I've understood this wrong but the thing about Taylor being a billionaire is that (if it's true) it's not as simple as 'she has made x billion dollars in cash' right? It's what her overall worth is estimated to be, and mainly the worth of her catalogue - which I think we can all agree she should own? So I kind of see it like the brand of Taylor Swift tm has super high stock right now. Her worth has come from building that brand, and while merch and albums sales are for sure a part of that, they alone are not raking in billions of dollars of cash for her personally (and album variants are a complete pindrop in that ocean). It is not all net profit lining her own pockets, as a portion feeds back into associated costs for the brand e.g. staffing, venue costs for tour. At this point she's kind of like a small country with its own self-sustaining economy, lol. She can't just undo being a billionaire either - it would not be possible to give away money fast enough. Unless her popularity suddenly takes a gargantuan plummet, she could empty all her bank accounts of actual cash but her net worth in market terms would still be replenishing. All this being said, I don't see Taylor individually as the problem, but the system she is in. And she does willingly partake in it, like with all her trademarks and stuff lol, but she is not the architect of it. No one person is and we can't stop it by focusing on any individual's money. I get tired of the eat the rich rhetoric online because of this. People get too caught up in naming names and not systems.

this is an excellent summary of today's discussion! and it can be helpful to talk about taylor (or whoever) in order to clarify your own thoughts or opinions, i think it can also be educational. but the most important thing is to consider what you want the outcome to be (beyond taylor lol) and what actions we can take as individuals to get there.

[wildfoxes-spirit]

I already hate my highschool

I'm sorry but your only method of communication is Facebook unless there is a delay or nti day. My mom only found this because the middle/elementary school reposted it which means that a lot of parents aren't going to see it. At the end of 8th grade we had to sign up for classes, BY OURSELVES. We did not take the paper home and discuss it with parents we just signed up. And there wasn't a lot but still, we are MINORS our brains are not fully developed you can't expect us to sign up for things when you don't even have good choices. The arts were: comprehension visual arts ie: drawing, painting, that kinda thing, dance but not the dance team, general band for beginners, concert band for current band people, chorus, and percussion ensemble.

OF COURSE art fills up fast, that is the least shitty option for most people which means that some of the people who actually draw for a hobby and potentially a career someday may not be able to participate. And the electives were nothing special either, I mean really, you can go down a education pathway, administration, support or e-commerce, personal finance, JROTC 1, health science, and vocational.

I have a friend that wants to be a vet, she has to take to take health science for humans. I want to do something with art, digital literacy is the only one even close. And when we went to tour the school they had so many medical classes, which yeah there is a medical, optometry, and dental (eventually) school right there but your still boxing us in. The gym was way to bright, I have NEVER wanted to get out of a near empty room as much as I did then.

The building itself is basically 2 circles, but we don't even know where the student parking lot is. And here's the thing, the middle school was just as bad with communication, i officially started in 6th grade but that was with COVID so in 7th grade when we started 4-h I was so fucking confused and never got a good answer. I ended up having an anxiety attack over the project. Google told me nothing the project counselor told me nothing, the teacher told me nothing, not even my classmates could explain it. And when my sister started it in 4th grade they sent no information to the parents and she can't be trusted to tell the full story because she skips the context needed. But get this- we have to fill out a form for the project and put our parents phone number down, again we did all of this WITHOUT a guardian

Ive already been stressed about starting 9th grade and I can't do it if the school is going to be such a bitch. Please please please send in online school recommendations, preferably before the 8th

[tothisbluelawn]

Matty's Speech at Finsbury Park

"We couldn't do the same show because when we wrote the last show we didn't understand—kind of, well, I suppose—TikTok and the way that virality works. Because you can't go into a play and, like, film it because then the next day, you know, everyone knows what the play is. So the show became this ever-evolving thing and it started with, you know, the kind of tones of the crisis of masculinity that I touched upon when I stayed in my house for two years by...well, a year...by myself and masturbated intellectually and literally a lot. Went down many a rabbit hole, and the show is about that. And then I was really excited. Like, look at this [gestures to the crowd], this is the culmination, like, look at this. I'm not a nonchalant person, I'm not somebody who takes things for granted so I was excited. And The 1975 isn't a dry band, there's a lot of irony in it, like, 'Love Me' for example, it doesn't make sense unless I'm taking the piss out of myself. So I was always, like, trying stuff. And some stuff I got right and some stuff I got wrong. But you know what there's a lot of things I've said, jokes that I've made, that I would take back. And you know what, there's probably a couple songs that I'd take back if I had the choice. What I mean is that I really—I'm only doing this because I want to make you guys laugh and feel good—cause that's what I think, that's what my favorite art does. And that's all I'm trying to do and I get a bit excited. And you know what, I'm fucking proud of myself. And I want to send my sincerest thoughts to Lewis Capaldi, who is a good friend of mind. Who, on the day he had to cancel his tour, checked in on me. Think about that. He checked in on me the day he had canceled his tour. And it's also a reflection on how hard being a solo artist is cause I would not be doing this shit if I didn't have this amazing band behind me. All of them. This crew started building this stage at 2 o'clock this morning, they finished at 10 a.m. We played in Sweden yesterday. It takes a village. I don't know what "it takes a village" means, like, how you use it. [laughs]"

[lulusoblue]

give me your domestic gfs elizanor hcs

i have no idea how long this has been here but *cracks knuckles* you got it, anon

First meeting: 6'9" Eleanor Lamb activates Elizabeth's up-to-now dormant lesbianism so hard she forgets how to form words for a few minutes

Fast friends due to trauma interests in common and an interdimensional roadtrip is almost immediate, which slowly builds up to a romantic relationship as they tour the world(s) together

The domestication begins: they build a cottage, one where Eleanor won't need to duck so much, because from their travels they have found most cottages are small and short, but they want their shared living space to be cozycore. They build it in some idyllic woods or a forest clearing, just somewhere somewhat isolated without it being unsettling or creepy.

Elizabeth by this point has a good hang of her powers where she can pull a Howl's Moving Castle on the cottage doors and windows to just stop out anywhere like it's no big deal; streets of Paris? Relaxing country park? The Attack on Eden Prime? okay maybe not that last one

They think of places to revisit based on both location and date, because if they're both from different places in time and space they might as well travel the same way.

They have so many books. So many books. The "small" study has shelves hidden in hammerspace to store all the books. Why do they need all these books?

Out of the two, Eleanor gets hit the hardest when she falls sick. Her immune system has been screwed over after living in a fish bowl on the ocean floor her whole life, so she gets so much as a cold and she is bedridden for DAYS. Elizabeth's Nurse Nightingale mode gets switched on and she cares for/dotes on Eleanor the whole time. The latter complains about being babied but that's the general misery from being sick talking. (And somewhere under all the sniffling and groaning she feels so happy that someone is caring so much about her wellbeing.)

Unless one of them is busy elsewhere or sick, they tend to cook their meals together. Both of them were raised in circumstances where cooking for themselves never really came up, so it's a bit of them learning this life skill together and a bit of not wanting to leave the other to do all the cooking.

Eleanor visits Tenenbaum sometimes, usually to help with the effort of caring for the Little Sisters that her mother created. Locating their families is relatively easy thanks to the Thinker, it's undoing the mental conditioning that takes a while. Elizabeth offers to help where she can, knowing that this is something personal for Eleanor. Instant travel to drop off the treated girls and then leave without a trace makes the burden a lot easier on Tenenbaum as well.

Elizabeth sometimes wants to visit whatever Booker still survives in the aftermath of everything, but she can't bring herself to ever try and speak with him. If she ever checks on him, it's from afar, watching as Anna DeWitt gets to have a life that Elizabeth Comstock never got to have. Eleanor can see something's bothering Elizabeth when she gets back from wherever she's been, and eventually coaxes her into actually talking about her feelings, which are bittersweet at best.

Elizabeth discovers she's a cat person when Eleanor brings home a scruffy mess of a stray cat that kept following her. As soon as Elizabeth sits down to read the cat is on her lap before the book is open, he has claimed this human.

Eleanor discovers she's a dog person when Elizabeth brings home a stray mutt with the biggest "Can I keep him?" eyes. The dog was a her, and Eleanor quickly understood why people did the babytalk voice with their dogs because she adores this disaster dog.

There is a ladder for the shelves in the study, but Elizabeth always pesters Eleanor to lift her up for a book if the latter's around.

Eleanor gets lazy when it comes to grocery shopping and uses the above against Elizabeth so that she'll just tear a fully stocked fridge into their kitchen. Who wins here? Who knows?

Elizabeth loves dressing the both of them up. She loves making them new outfits to go out in, finding accessories on their adventures, teaching Eleanor about makeup and what to wear for what occassion because they can both leave the house and they will look good doing it dangit.

Eleanor loves to tinker with various gadgets and gizmos, and that might be why she's also taken to art, favouring mixed media and unconventional sculpting and metalworks. It was Elizabeth's idea that they build Eleanor her own shed as a space for her creativity, so the latter had full reign to get messy and come back into the cottage looking like a full-on blacksmith.

They know not to mess with the timelines. They know this. But that doesn't stop them from taking their combined works - Eleanor's art pieces and Elizabeth's paintings - and selling them where they could just to see where they would end up and what little instances of inspiration they caused.

Both of them have nightmares, not on the regular but often enough. Tossing and turning, mumbling in their sleep. Worst-case scenarios are one waking up and accidentally/instinctively pulling something into the room via tear or scourching the ceiling/wall with a fireball. They've learned each other's tells for nightmares and how to help calm the other down. Eleanor found that holding Elizabeth and talking to her in her sleep helps - a book she likes, what they could do in the morning, or just plain nonsense. Elizabeth figured out that ocean noise calmed Eleanor down, and changes the world outside their window to an undersea view until Eleanor stills. It's not a perfect system, they would rather be without the nightmares, but it's something that works in the now.

They're in no rush to get married, as neither really feel that it's something they need in their relationship. They know they're not ready for children yet, or if they'll ever want children. They're happy as they are in the present, with a cottage they built together for the life they built together and the cat and the dog they adopted and the art shed and a library hidden inside of a modest study and doors that can take them wherever and whenever they want. They were lost, but they found each other.

Eleanor has met the Luteces exactly once. She does not like them at all. She has promised them that if they ever show up to interrupt the peaceful life she and Elizabeth have for whatever bullshit quantum entanglement riddle they may want to bring with them, she can and WILL find a way to kill them for good. While the Luteces are certain she won't, the chance of third-degree burns and whatever half-finished art projects being thrown at them full-throttle is definitely not appealling.

[tayfabe75]

"We couldn't do the same show because when we wrote the last show we didn't understand kind of - well, I suppose TikTok and the way that virality works. Because you can't go into a play and like, film it, because then the next day, you know, everyone knows what the play is. So the show became this ever-evolving thing and it started with, you know, the kind of tones of the crisis of masculinity that I touched upon when I stayed in my house for two years by... well, a year by myself and masturbated intellectually and literally a lot. Went down many a rabbit hole, and the show is about that. And then I was really excited. Like look at this, this is the culmination of it, like look at this. I'm not a nonchalant person, I'm not somebody who takes things for granted, so I was excited. And The 1975 isn't a dry band, there's a lot of irony in it - like Love Me, for example, it doesn't make sense unless I'm taking the piss out of myself. So I was always like, trying stuff. And some stuff I got right and some stuff I got wrong. But you know what? There's a lot of things that I've said, jokes that I've made that I would take back. And you know what, there's probably a couple of fucking songs that I'd take back if I had the choice. So… you're saying no, and that's very, very sweet. But what I mean is that I really... I'm only doing this because I want to make you guys laugh and feel good 'cause that's what I think, that's what my favorite art does. And that's all I'm trying to do. And I get a bit excited. And you know what, I'm fucking proud of myself. And I want to send my sincerest thoughts to Lewis Capaldi, who is a good friend of mine. Who, on the day when he had to cancel his tour, checked in on me. Think about that. He checked in on me the day that he canceled his tour. And it's also a reflection on how hard being a solo artist is, 'cause I would not be doing this shit if I didn't have these amazing men and women behind me. All of them. This crew started building this stage at 2 o'clock this morning, they finished at 10 am. We played in Sweden yesterday. It takes a village. I don't know what 'it takes a village' means, but I think that was how you use it. What a fucking line-up. You have seen so many incredible bands today. So let me get a big round of applause for me, 'cause the day's been all about them. 'Ooh, Cigarettes Afer Sex, blah blah, Bleachers, blah, so good,' Yeah, I get it. I get it. Let's hear it for me. And let's hear it for Cigarettes After Sex. Let's hear it for Bleachers, my best friend. Let's hear it for Pretty Sick. Let's hear it for The Life. Let's hear it for American Football, ladies and gentlemen. And genuinely, my favorite band, The Japanese House. Fucking hell, that was a lot of crowd work. You've done it."

July 2, 2023: Matty gives a speech on stage at Finsbury Park. (source)

[piecuteyes]

BATDR PLOT POINTS I CAN'T WRAP MY HEAD AROUND:

Okay, hear me out.

Point A: Time Gap

The Time gap between the downfall of the studio and Wilson taking control over the loop.

We know from various news articles and BATIM that Joey Drew Studios went bankrupt in 1948, after having serious financial troubles.

Since 1947 Joey didn't respond to any news outlet and it seemed like he just vanished.

The Gent Headquarter in BATDR gets condemned on October 31th 1952.

Audrey enters the ink world in the 1970s.

So who had the control over the ink world/loop for almost 30 years before Wilson took the wheel?

Point B: Real world/ink world

Even though the studio went bankrupt and was in dire need for funds, Joey expands the studio with a tour and a relaxing area AND WHAT NOT.

It just makes no sense. UNLESS (and now it gets a bit tricky) both worlds are connected. Imagine this: you go to work, take door 1 (or elevator 1) and beyond it it's all cartoony. But hey you work in a cartoon studio and your boss is a bit eccentric, no need to worry.

After a hard day of work you get out into the real world back home to your family before everything starts anew the next day.

Until the studio gets so crowded with people that the only elevator just can't cut it. So you can either wait, take another route (there isn't one) or just stay in the studio in one of this cozy, relaxing capsule beds, which are provided by your boss, so you don't have to leave. How practical.

Also you don't get paid anymore, you get those nifty little coins to pay for all the stuff IN THE STUDIO without any real world value.

Your life progresses in the ink studio without knowing that you're literally cut off from the real world, meat gets rare. So some people vanish.

My point is: Joey (or who's really responsible) build all the new stuff in the ink world, to test it (the Tour, Bendyland) because it's just cheaper. AND at some point the workers weren't allowed to leave anymore.

Why?

A: Because Gent did some sketchy stuff?

B: Because Joey could built a world where Bendy was still popular even though the Studio has been closed? His OWN Bendy World. His dream didn't have to die because of real world problems or funds, he could make MORE.

Point C: Joey tells Audrey that the loop is just a fanfiction to torture a copy of his formally best friend. No souls needed. Just a story.

So why does Wilson need a sacrifice, a soul, for his creation shipahoy Dudley IF a slightly tweak on the story would have suffice? He has the control over the ink world, he could just change it, put a new character in like Joey did with Allison Angel. Could he?

When everything is just fiction, why does Gent need people from the streets to do sketchy tests on them (kill them)?

Why does BATIM and the books state that Buddy, Sammy and Susie (to name the ones I'm 100 sure) felt victim to the ink?

Joey, you have some explaining to do.

[wrenchinator-central]

Wait, wait, now I really want to know the story about you not getting an aircraft carrier museum in your backyard (feel free to table this ask for tomorrow...)

I've done this rant before, but I'll do it again because you should never miss a chance to dunk on the Jacksonville Jaguars, or the NFL. Get some popcorn, this is gonna be a long one.

So here's the basic gist. Back in the day there was a supercarrier named the USS Saratoga. Sara served with distinction throughout the Cold War, taking part in both Vietnam and Desert Storm. But like all ships she was eventually decommissioned and struck from the Naval Vessel Register in 1994. It is here that our tale of woe begins.

One of Saratoga's main ports during her service was Naval Station Mayport; a naval base nearby Jacksonville. In the mid 90s, Jacksonville was interested in upgrading the downtown area (they still are; it sucks and there's nothing out there). To that end, it was decided USS Saratoga would make a fine museum ship; she had history in the area, was part of the first "supercarrier class", It would be perfect! The startup costs began at 4.5 million, but for some reason the city was reluctant to cough up the funds.

That's because the NFL got their greedy paws on it first. They were also interested in Jacksonville's money downtown upgrade. They just needed a measly 130 million to raze the old stadium and build a brand spanking new one. So they leaned over to the city council and whispered in their soft seductive voice-

"Jacksonville: Home of the Jacksonville Jaguars NFL Team"

And so a significant portion of that 130 million was given away by the city. Saratoga didn't even get half of the needed funds, and the ship was eventually removed from donation hold. There was an attempt by a town in Rhode Island to get her, but nothing came of it and she was scrapped in 2014. So she's dead and gone, the Jaguars for the longest time were the laughing stock of the NFL (might still be, I don't follow them out of spite), the stadium had to be revamped in the 2010s with a swimming pool to actually attract people to Jaguar games, and it was only last year that Jacksonville finally got a destroyer for a museum ship in the USS Orleck. After she was nearly destroyed by neglect and a hurricane at its previous moorings in Texas, and another museum candidate failed to come through (this one at least was the Navy's fault). Not to disparage Orleck, she's a storied old girl and quite interesting to tour, but a supercarrier she is not.

This is sad to me not just because I missed out on getting to have an aircraft carrier in my backyard, but because the country missed out on one of the last chances to have another carrier museum. Saratoga was a conventionally powered ship as opposed to nuclear. You really can't turn a nuclear powered ship into a museum; the process of refueling or decommissioning one basically involves ripping the ship open from flight deck to engine room to get at the nuclear fuel. By the time it's done, there's not much reason to put everything back together unless the ship is going back into service. It's why the four Essex and one Midway carriers preserved are all conventionally powered, and ships like the first nuclear powered carrier, USS Enterprise, is currently being scrapped. Besides the Essex and Midway classes, the two Forrestal carriers (Saratoga's class) and the four Kitty Hawks were the only ones that could become museum. Everything else is nuclear powered. There are the ostensibly light carriers we call amphibious assault ships, but it's not the same. The whole situation feels like wasted potential; a big beautiful aircraft carrier losing out to a mediocre NFL team. Am I biased? Yes. Am I sensitive about this because similar plans fell through for my grandpa's ship and she got scrapped too? Also yes. Did the decision to go with the Jaguars probably make the city more money in the long term than Saratoga would have? Probably, but NFL teams and stadiums are a dime a dozen in this country. No one, and I mean no one, can say they have a supercarrier in their backyard.

[mala-sadas]

Thoughts on UnoVA so far:

Starting to get tired of Giovanni showing up in every villain arc. You already got two whole villain arcs to yourself, my dude. Unless this is building up to some big Neo Team Rainbow Rocket or something, Giovanni ought to just take a back seat and let the other villains be villainous all on their own.

The tonal whiplash of going straight from Ghetsis's "I'm going to fuse the three dragons and take over the world" to "walk walk fashion baby" with Elesa and Hilda isn't great from a writing perspective, but it is really funny.

So...no explanation for how Hilda got a Victini? That's disappointing. (It could be in Hilda's sync pair story, I haven't checked it out yet, but I'd prefer they explain it in the story proper when they hand out random legendaries and mythicals.)

Hugh and Colress's writing is absolutely on point, their personalities and motivations are spot on! So delighted to see them again.

I'm not saying that the Hugh and N plotline is a Spe reference, but...we now have two different adaptations of B2W2 with a plotline where N gets kidnapped by Team Plasma because of his dragon(s), N meets Hugh while in captivity, Hugh helps N escape captivity, and they liberate a Pokémon from Team Plasma along the way. And Spe did it first. So make of that what you will.

One thing I will say Masters did better than Spe is making the dynamic between N and Hugh more interesting. They're literally the brains and the brawn. I love it.

Of course, that's not to say that Masters!Hugh is a complete idiot; he was the one who came up with the escape plan. Also, I have a feeling he knows who N is...you don't just say "hey, you're smart? the king of Team Plasma was smart too" to somebody unless you suspect they were the king of Team Plasma.

Still wish Hugh's partner was Flygon or Eelektross, but...the buffalo's expressions are pretty cute. He can stay.

Love the explanation for why Genesect teamed up with Hilbert. N said "find a kind person like Hilbert" and Genesect just picked "find Hilbert". I'm a-okay with him getting Genesect now.

Though that still begs the question of why on earth Hilda got Victini instead of Rosa, considering how arbitrarily it was given out...I'm sure they were already planning UnoVA when they were making the SC Rosa event, they could've easily made someone else the tour guide to let Rosa get the spotlight in the VA instead. That way she could get team-up and victory lines and the villain arc protags would represent both games from the gen, instead of just BW.

It's a little weird that Hilbert's Sygna Suit is being released in a couple days when he hasn't gotten the Sygna Suit in-story yet...but I guess he has teamed up with Genesect, so that's close enough?

This VA has reminded me that I really wish we got a little more background on the Shadow Triad. Iirc it's stated in the games at some point that they're incredibly loyal to Ghetsis because he saved their lives, but I'd love to know how and why that happened. They're cool characters, I want to see more of them.

Colress's reaction to the Shadow Triad is absolutely hilarious. "Oh, you guys! I can't remember who's who", he says to three characters who use identical models, voice lines, and names 🤣