#but also come on
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To me you're like if Jerma was a girl. Idk how to explain
i know you mean well but please do not say this to me lol
#i love jerma#but also come on#i am my own person and i literally always talk/joke about how much i dislike when people say i am just a female version of my peers
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I can’t believe Josh is gatekeeping the barricade and shirtless pics.
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A Walk in the Park
Relationship: Single Father!Corinthian x reader
Warnings: brief mention of losing a child, absent parents, flirty Corinthian, pining, and sensual undertones towards the end if you squint.
Summary: It all starts when you see a single father in the park playing with his kid. Alas, there’s more than meets the eye, for you find yourself drawn to the blonde stranger in dark shades and the child he has. What happens when his child just so happens to be the cause of a meet cute? Will something blossom? Or will you refuse the offer of his charming, albeit, handsome father?
All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)
Word Count: 1.6k+
A/N: When @novaracer and I get together, we tend to have crazy ideas this was one of the ones that came out of a brainstorm session. I have never created an OC child before, but I can’t wait for you all to meet Levi! Needless to say I dedicate this fic to them because hehe I definitely made them a sucker for some single father Corinthian. I hope you all enjoy. Graphic by @firefly-graphics. As always, comments and reblogs are most appreciated!
You watch them from your bench in the park where you have a baguette next to you, your warm drink cold when you bring it to your lips, infatuated by the sight before you.
The blonde stranger’s lips form into a subtle smirk while he watched the child before him tumbling through the grass, his blond curls wild are carefree, eyes a brilliant shade of blue.
You smiled to yourself infatuated by the sight; you never were one to pay attention to children but the intelligence, the life, the joy pouring from the tiny human was enough to make you feel warm inside, a joy you thought had been long extinguished with the passing of your beloved Sam.
You sigh, finishing off your sandwich before walking over to the trash to deposit the leftovers of your lunch, inhaling the fresh air, that is until you feel small arms wrap around your lower legs and you see him, the cute kid from before peering up at you with his beautiful baby blue eyes, blinking hopefully.
“Hey there little fella, where’d you go?” A smooth southern accent breaks you from your thoughts and you see the tall blonde fellow in front of you, a smile forming on your face as you meet his gaze from beneath his dark sunglasses.
“Are you looking for someone?” You ask, your heart racing and you wink down at the kid conspiratorially. He blinks up at you, giggling quietly.
The stranger shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “Nah, just my son. He likes to get up and play hide and seek when I turn my back you see. You haven’t happened to come across him, now?”
The grip around your leg tightens and you fight off a smile. “Nope, don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting the little fellow.”
“You sure now? I did promise him ice cream if he didn’t get himself into trouble and all…”
You can only imagine how wide the boy’s eyes grow at the mention of a treat and he squeals from behind you as he wiggles between the space between you and his father.
"We can get ice cream?"
“Ahhh there you are!”
You can’t help but smile at the exchange, the soft smile along the strangers lips widening a fraction. You can't help the warmth that spreads through you at the affection. “That did the trick, now didn’t it?”
The man chuckles, pulling up the child in his arms, setting him promptly on his shoulders, the child squeeling happily.
“The pretty person knew where I was the whole time!”
“Well good thing she did, cause now I’ve got you back where you belong, son,” the southern accent drawls, his sunglasses meeting your gaze once again. You wonder briefly if you overstayed your welcome. You surely don't want to intrude but something about this man and his kid well you want to know more.
“Why don't you join us?” He inquires, inclining his head toward you. From this angle you can see his jaw catch in the light, its sharp edges cutting through the sunlight like glass. Something about this man felt otherworldly, but you can’t pinpoint why, or this draw you feel to him.
You blink and shake your head, trying to pull yourself from your stupor.. "No please I couldn't possibly interrupt the rest of your day. I've already caused far too much trouble."
"Nonsense, I insist."
"But-" your mind blanks. Why shouldn't you go with him? You'd only met minutes before after observing his son but for some reason you find yourself saying 'yes' and the man smiles at you.
"Well alright then, let's go!"
You find yourself giggling, chasing around the little boy, his father smiling proudly at the two of you. Cori doesn’t want to admit it to himself either, but he’s enjoyed your company immensely and the way you took to his son was uncanny.
“Haha! I got ya, little tyke,” you grin, the boy clinging to you profusely laughing as you tickle his sides, before he takes off running behind a tree while you follow swiftly behind.
“Sir? I believe you forgot these?” The man at the icecream trolley rolls his eyes, huffing as he hands off the cones to Cori and he makes a mental note for his next target. What a shame to let him go to waste, he thinks. Truly a shame. “Ice cream is going to melt if you don’t get here faster!” His voice grabs his son’s attention and he smiles, making a beeline away from you over to him.
You’re gasping for breath by the time you make it to the picnic table, and you hate to think of the state you’re in now while the man flashes a smile before his tongue swirls out to lick a stray drip of ice cream on his cone before handing one to you. “Hope you don’t mind I took the liberty of getting us all vanilla.”
“That works fine for me,” you grin, and take a lick, the perfect balance of cold and sweetness hitting your tongue. You groan softly. This was much needed.
“Good, right?”
“Oh my gosh, yes.”
“Yummy!” The kid pipes up, a messy smear of vanilla along his chin, makes you laugh as the man wipes it up.
“Gotta be careful there, son.”
“You and your boy are really close.”
“Little Levi and I have had lots of adventures together in recent years. His parents aren’t quite in the picture anymore so I stand in for them now.” He shrugs and takes a bite of the ice cream and your gaze falls on Levi. Little Levi, his father’s voce was full of affection, some deeper meaning than he was letting on beyond the surface. You don’t have any right to prod further and the stranger seemed content enough to share what little he did with you.
“He’s lucky to have you, not many children get a chance for so attentive of a guardian.” your finger brushes along the top of his hand before you can stop yourself, his gaze locking on to it, burning and searing through your skin. You swallow the lump in your throat. What are you thinking? you barely know this man, hell, he could be trying to garner your sympathy for money for all you know.
He huffs a laugh as if he doesn’t believe the sincerity of your words. Why should you feel so empathetic towards him? You know what loss is, though you dare not think about it, the familiar pain deepening inside you, a past you thought was long forgotten.
“Well, it looks like it’s time for us to go, Levi,” the man’s accent lays on thick this time, you swear it’s to startle you from your darkening thoughts, but your heart twinges at Levi’s boyish grin the last of his ice cream gone, dripping from his little hands as he pouts. His father smiles gently, wiping off the sticky mess with a napkin.
“No! Wanna stay with pretty person!” Levi retorts, crossing his arms, the pout deepening.
“We can come back tomorrow, perhaps, but you can play a little longer. We’ll be right at that bench, alright Levi?” the man smiles, pushing up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose as he offers you his hand which you find yourself taking and sit next to him on the bench a few paces away under the welcoming shade of an old oak tree.
The silence passes comfortably between you both while watching Levi chase around butterflies and picking up wildflowers, giggling happily, carefree joy radiating through his very being. You find yourself wishing to return to a day where you could find joy in the simplest of things, but you supposed today provided more than you found in the previous months you’ve been alone.
He finally ends the silence. “You’ll come back tomorrow, won’t you?” He sounds so hopeful, gosh and you still can’t deny the inexplicable draw you feel to him. You want to say yes, but you knew how the ritual goes, how it only ends in pain. One question to make it or break it. You didn’t want to break again. It’s why you kept yourself alone, locked away but for a few friends and acquaintances in the world.
“I’m not sure,” you find yourself responding. You’re surprised how sincere you sound. “Perhaps if there’s good reason to. I might have made plans.”
“Darlin’ if you had plans your phone wouldn’t be so void of calls and text messages.”
“Well if I did, then would you still be so presumptuous?” You snip back, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.
“Perhaps I wouldn’t but it was unfair of me to make such an assumption. Would you perhaps think about it?” His demeanor is quiet, the confidence protruding from him undeniable, but under all that, the softening of his face you can tell he means well, is sincere. You reach out between the space between you where his hand is resting on his leg and you trace the top of his hand with your index finger gently.
“I’ll think about it, then.” You find a smile tugging on the corner of your lips.
Without another word he brings your hand to his lips, kissing the top of it, lips soft and warm along your skin before he pulls back, smiling as he slides a card into your palm. “Well, we try to drop by once a week, Same time, day and place. You’re always welcome to join us.�� He scoots closer on the bench the heat between you thickening his, lips brushing the shell of your ear, “and if you ever get bored, I’m only a call away, sweetheart.”
“But I-” You sigh, there’s no sign of them you would’ve believed you dreamt the whole thing. You didn’t even know his name, the card in your hand was real, though, your fingers brushed along the typography, the numbers spelling out your future or perhaps your eternal doom.
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@bakerstreethound @lilythemadqueen @frostandflamesfanfic @novaracer @starks-hero @azu21 @strangelockd @roguelov @dearly-dreaming @starstruck-loner
#the corinthian#corinthian x reader#the corinthian x reader#the corinthian x you#the corinthian imagine#the sandman imagine#look I like a serial killer#but what did i do#I gave him a kid#that he cares for#he did care for daniel in the comics#but also come on#how can you not like levi
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I've been trying not to say this for awhile, but mooglyblog coming out with a new pattern that requires 2 skeins of 12-dollar yarn to make one thing that you could easily design with less yarn has officially chapped my ass.
The yarnspirations website lists her as a Stitch Ambassador. Which means they give her free yarn. Which Tamara never discloses when singing the praises of some new yarn she's working with. I just checked her insta and her blog, and neither of them mention that she's a "stitch ambassador."
And here's the thing: As I have recently learned, there's a real fucking problem with the big yarn companies thinking they can just hand artists free yarn and get them to sign a contract promising to make X projects in Y time and NOT BE PAID FOR LABOR. And now yarn companies are mad that people who know their labor is worth something are refusing to make that deal.
So, yeah, Moogly is probably working for free with that yarn. Which is shitty. But what's also shitty is acting like she's choosing these yarns and singing their praises because she just decided they're the best fit for the project. When, in fact, she's a fucking brand ambassador.
And the fact that this is the second Halloween in a row where she's designed something that requires just a bit more than a single skein is fucking sketch to me.
I can't say if the other Stitch Ambassadors also pretend like they're using the yarn of their own decision rather than actually having contractual obligations, but if you've ever watched The Crochet Crowd and tried a Bernat or other yarnspirations yarn they recommended and thought it didn't match their review in the least, note that they're also a brand ambassador.
#ugh#crochet#crochetblr#i think maybe this skirts ftc ad rules by being given out free#but also come on
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Me: Tithonus would you be ok if i also started working with Hypnos?
Tithonus: you won't.. forgot me will you?
Me: WHAT?? NO OF COURSE NOT IM DEVOTED TO YOU I DONT PLAN ON JUST RANDOMLY DROPPING YOU??
Tithonus: really? :D then absolutely i think you should work with him :D !
Me: Hypnos what do you think?
Hypnos: yeah sure let's make it official
Me: yippee!! i'll do a more in depth spread when i get back from my night routine
Me, later trying to opening his candle, it's literally locked shut: sigh, yeah i should be in bed sorry
#🧿🌸practice#witch#witchcraft#pagan#paganism#deity work#deity worship#🪲tithonus#tithonus deity#tithonus devotion#tithonus devotee#💤hypnos#hypnos worship#hypnos deity#guess who's now working officially with hypnos!!#yippeee#but also come on#i was gonna do a tarot spread!!#and then i come back and you won't even let me light your candle!!#i know it's 3am but still!!!#him probably: SLEEP NOW TALK LATER
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ok but honestly, the thing that turns me most into a baby boomer dad watching sports is looking at @poetrysmackdown
me, sitting in the office, eating lunch, looking at round two and absolutely screaming WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS FUCKING WEBSITE, HOW'D YOU MESS THAT ONE UP, I WILL FUCKING KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF US
like. the orange?? THE ORANGE?? the fucking orange beat the tenor of your yes?? how to be a dog beat scheherazade???? how to be a dog beat richard fucking silken?? i'm OUTRAGED, i am incandescent with fury and literally yelling at my computer.
IT WAS AN EASY SHOT. JUST TAKE THE SHOT. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU. THIS IS THE GAY YEARNING WEBSITE, PULL YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME ugh i am so MAD
#my poor wife has been listening to me yell about poetry smackdown for a good fifteen minutes now#but also come ON#what is having a coke with you even doing in that bracket??#it's like a fourth-string player on its very best day#anyhow i also have a lot of opinions about round two and how THAT is going but i'm saving them until it's over i guess#but i'm NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT#poetry smackdown#poetry
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love it when you let a man (Stede Bonnet) make you lose your mind (let go of a red square of fabric that was literally the only piece of your mother you still had)
#ofmd#our flag means death#stede bonnet#edward teach#blackbonnet#gentlebeard#stedeward#like okay maybe he has something else#but we never get to see it#that scene has me yelling at the TV every time I see it#like god I love the heartbreak of it#and I get the whole ‘it’s his heart’ and ‘it’s connected to you wear fine things Well’#I completely understand where Ed is coming from#but also COME ON
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Liz Shaw made it somehow into the @who-do-i-know-this-man‘s Obscure Blorbo Competition, and it seriously bugs me. One, I would have thought that being a Doctor Who companion would automatically disqualify her. But it is true that she IS a very underappreciated companion.
Liz was a scientist. She worked for UNIT for a bit, but left after a season to follow her own carrier, and because she was done playing an assistant to the Doctor. She is exactly the kind of strong female role model we are still looking for today.
#is this how it works can I just... tag you in stuff?#Ultimate Obscure Blorbo#Barbie Meme#doctor who#Liz Shaw#I can see how there is probably not that much content with her#but also COME ON#classic who
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every time i search for a themed playlist on spotify this is what happens
expectation: unholy screams of anguish and well put together lyrics expressing exactly what i feel
reality: some fucking marina song
every. single. time.
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please can I go one (1) week without Experiencing. we have moved beyond the need to Experience.
#coats chats#y'all we had another fucking earthquake. again.#we're fine the cats have so many ghosts in their blood and are busy producing cocaine about it#but also come ON#also like other life stuff continues to continue#but the 1am 4 point something earthquake was really the 'are you SERIOUS' moment
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GUYS I KNOW THAT I GOT THE SCIENTIFIC NAME FOR GRACKLES WRONG ITS BEEN A YEAR CAN WE PLEASE STOP TALKING ABOUT IT ???
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“Re-reading things that I said in the past feels weird.”
“Did I actually SAY that? Those words came out of MY mouth?”
#alvin seville#alvinnn and the chipmunks#alvin 2.0#alvin and the chipmunks#alternate universe#reading#quotes#I don’t wanna say that past me was stupid he was just misguided#but also COME ON
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biggest scam in this planet earth is left hand guitars costing more
#Like HUH?????#I just want to play comfortably bro#I mean ofc I can use both my hands bc being left handed & poor is impossible#But also COME ON#Like literally getting a customized guitar costs the same as an actually good left hand one#anyways I have a mosh pit(is this what it’s called?) tonight wish me luck 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽
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sometimes someone you know will post something on their story and you will understand them on a deeper level. This is not always a good thing
#girl blogging#girlboss behavior#girl interrupted#girl interrupted syndrome#female rage#feminine urge#hyper feminine#just girly thoughts#vintage americana#lana unreleased#someone I know just posted a rupi kaur poem and tagged her ?#babe she is not your friend#i know this is so bitchy of me#but also come on
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Tumblr is having a really normal one so far today huh… Not even noon and I've seen:
•Baeddel discourse
•Trans*ndro discourse
•"Christian oppression" bullshit
And new stuff I don't even know how to categorize! Super cool, everyone
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but it's not just 'I want to feel romantic love and desired and I'm sad that I don't have that' its always 'I'm 20 and I've never even been kissed I guess there's something wrong with me it's never going to happen I'm unlovable' blah blah rip to you but I'm 25 and I'm fine
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