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romaine2424 · 11 months

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Daily Blog June 26, 2023

Daughter was off work today so we went to lunch, the grocery store (Trader Joes), and then the to our local nursery to pick up some annuals...I'm a month or so late in doing so. The pickings were slim. She's now upstairs taking a nap. Ha ha ha.

What I'm reading:

Oops nothing today. This morning I was busy trying to figure out how to write myself out of a box I put myself into. I sent off the dilemma to my Alpha, @m0srael, looking for advice. If you've read her stories you know she can methodically plot!

I hope if you missed yesterday's blog that you take a look for the Drarry rec I made.

Tumblr posts of interest:

Oh this is a good one. Just came across my feed. It's a post from @givereadersahug, who I just followed. In HPRECS community on Dreamwidth they are starting a weekly post called "What have I been reading?". Take a look at the post for details and then go over to Dreamwidth and check out even more posts they want to do on a weekly basis like a self-rec day. Building a community to share love of fic and art is terrific.

Okay, this link isn't on Tumblr but it's dead useful for those posting on AO3. Its the AO3 Work Skins/Tutorial. Ever come across a fic that has a newspaper article posted in it that looks very cool, or invisible writing that has to be highlighted, stickynotes, etc... Go take a look and you can see what all is offered.

One last item of Interest. Wondering what hp fests are going on or about to go? To this day, I think Potterfests' HP Fest News Round-up on LJ is the best. Seriously, take a look at that 2nd link for last week's roundup! Amazing.

Musings or Old idea but don't know how to implement it.

When I came back to fandom, I saw a topic that is as old as posting fanfic on whatever site and that is complaining about the same authors and stories being recced. It was a common complaint 20 years ago, too. Whether it's true or not, I'm not going to get into that kerfuffle, but I will say, it's much harder to get a fic seen these days. On LJ and Dreamwidth there was and I assume still are communities that anyone could post a fic or art to and everyone that subscribed to that community would see it. For Drarry on LJ harrydraco and on Dreamwidth (okay can't find the hd community there. I'll fill in the link when I can).

On Tumblr, you are at the mercy of your tags or the fest you might have joined. Also, thankfully @drarryspecificrecsdaily helps out too. In Discord, depending on the server, there's usually a channel for self-rec. Also the fabulous reccers (a topic for another day) do help immensely.

This discussion happened on Discord 2 years ago and I proposed that somehow we have a place where every author could post a link to what they considered to be their best Drarry story already posted on AO3. I was hoping to do this on AO3 and even came up with the corny name of "My Drarry Best". I also bid in @fandomtrumpshate for @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm to create a banner. However, after reading what's allowed for posting on AO3, I don't think it's possible to do it there.

I still think it's a good idea for both authors (to be showcased) and readers (to find quality fics and authors they weren't aware of) but I haven't a clue how to implement it and where. Any ideas? BTW I selfishly stopped @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm from working on it and instead I'll be having a Christmas fic with some illustrations once I finish the final chapter. :D

That's all for today.

Have a good week! Rom

#romaine2424 daily blog #june 2023

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potionpeddlerpatchy · 1 year

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congratsss on 600!! your blog is so creative you deserve it!!

too shy to come off anon so can i purchase a bewitching brew of captivation with your fav f/o in exchange for this mini list of fics i read recently and absolutely adored and i think u would 2!

The Mighty Passion by @kaidabakugou

Feeling Alive by @katsukiizmoon

Art Lover by @meggsngrits

Save Your Tears by @vampyrsm

Pheromone by @kweenkatsuki

hope you enjoy!

Well hello, kind Traveler, how wonderful it is to meet you despite your shroud of anonymity - I do appreciate your kind words and you want to join in my celebrations; hopefully one day I may be able to befriend the person behind the anon-mask.

Until then, I shall enjoy your company and even more so the lovely gifts you have bestowed upon me; I have truly been spoiled by you! And even more so as you wish for me to use your newfound potion on myself - to gush upon romance that I hold so dearly; truly you are a very sweet traveler indeed 💛

I have two loves, so please allow me to indulge in both as I make a captivating brew, hm? 🔮

Sero Hanta

A headcanon I have for him, that I always say no matter what, is that he loves to dance - and he's quite good at it too; always impresses people at Hero Galas with how precise and smooth his movements are, no matter the song. But, his favorite dance is when he's alone with you, pulling you away from whatever it is you're doing into a slow, soft, sway as he hums a ballad. It's corny, but cute and endearing, and it always ends with him gently dipping you before giving you a kiss

Another is that, he loves to match in terms of the small things; like accessories or nail colour. Always choosing to paint his nails in a colour that matches as closely to yours as possible (or his usual black, but his ring fingers are the same as your nails). And because I don't/can't wear earrings he uses that to his advantage when buying accessory sets (the good, expensive kinds) so he can wear the earrings and I can wear the matching bracelets or necklaces. - usually subtle but he loves knowing that a part of him is with you and vice versa.

At least once a week he will try and do the Spiderman kiss - wanting to recreate something he's been obsessed with as a child. At first, he's constantly rejected in doing that, being pushed aside each time with a playful eye roll. The day I finally give in though? i find he asks even more.

Bokuto Koutaro

This man always has to be touching his partner in some way, she, or form. Not in a possessive way of course, but rather he just gets so overwhelmed and loves knowing you are right there. Sometimes it helps when he's anxious, but he mainly does it because he is so excited to have his partner there with him that he can't believe its true; so he holds their hand, wraps his arm around their waist, something to prove that they are.

Man loves to match as well - but in terms of jerseys. This man will give me (you) unreleased jerseys/MSBY/Team Japan merch with his number on it for you to wear at games because he loves knowing you're out there with his number on. EXTRA loves it if you just wearing around the house or (especially) when you go out. You never have to steal his hoodies, he's practically throwing them at you.

Man wants to get married within the first few months of the relationship - and will express this sentiment when he asks to marry me (you) when you first move in. And will continue to ask every other month after being politely rejected due to the length of the relationship - not in a disrespectful way, more in a 'he knows you're the one and wants to call you his wife/husband ASAP'

Absolutely has stars in his eyes, and goes hyper-mode happy, when I do the bit where I introduce him to new people as my husband/order food for him and say 'and my husband will have...' will gush and vibrate with excitement as he agrees and calls me his wife - a few days after it happens a ring and proper proposal will appear.

A potion for a potion, I hope this pleases you 🔮

#thank you so much anon for letting me gush #cause OOF did I ever #and thank you so much for wanting to play #and enjoying my work!#may you have a blessed day #🔮.the peddler answers #🔮.sweet anon #🔮.a peculiar 600 follower event

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ramoth13 · 2 years

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Top Ten Standalone Films

(I've done these as individuals on here already and thought I might put them all together)

1. Master and Commander

This is it. The best one. Historically, thematically, emotionally... this movie tells a story about a captain, a doctor, and the crew of a ship very far from home. Adventure and glory, sorrow and heartache, the beautiful scenery is perfectly juxtaposed with the intensity of naval warfare happening on the other side of the world. The characters are compelling and the drama feels real. I have not found a better film to watch yet. This movie has more than one Surprise waiting for you.

2. In Bruges

The funniest, saddest, most relatable and unrelatable movie I have ever seen. Excellent movie dialogue that will have you quoting it for months, gorgeous views, sex, guns, and rock & roll. This movie delves into depression without leaving us too heavy and asks if we are worth redemption. I don't know the answer, but I love the way this movie asks that question.

3. The Rum Diary

This recommendation seems a bit in bad taste considering the recent circumstances (the very high profile, publicly volatile divorce of the two movie leads), but don't let that detract from the ambiance, camaraderie, and humor this film produces. Based on the Book by Hunter S. Thompson, this movie is funny, intriguing, and more than a little revealing. No matter what paradise you live in, there's always a dark side, and sometimes the good guys just don't win. But that doesn't mean you can't enjoy the memories of friends, lovers, and the good times.

4. Cast Away

Never in my life have I felt loss like I did the first time I watched this movie. But neither have I ever felt such hope. The ups, the downs, everything in between. This movie made me believe in myself and in humanity. I can't say much more than this, if you haven't seen it, I cannot recommend it enough. Though, much like Brad Pitt (in a different movie), I can't stop asking myself "What's in the box?"

5. Wake of the Red Witch

Sailing, thieving, sunken ships, love stories, and giant squids. I love this movie. An old John Wayne film that isn't a western or a war film, this movie stands outside of most at the time. The story is old (and sometimes suffers from antiquated prejudices and morals), but this movie speaks of loves lost and new and the things we do for the memories we carry.

6. Midnight in Paris

A film by Woody Allen, this film is magical and timeless. I think as a writer it's very easy to mythologize prior authors as being greats. Most writers I know do have an appreciation for old things. Yet, while this movie does glorify the past, it makes certain to recognize that there is no real golden age. I love the story, the acting, and the vibes this movie gives off, but more than anything else, I love the message. People before you will always be better at whatever it is you are doing, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't do it anyway. Who knows? Maybe you'll be the next Neil Gaiman or Stephen King.

7. Darjeeling Limited

Having two brothers, this Wes Anderson film was me. It hit every aspect of being a brother and having brothers that feels important. It also is just a fun story. Religion, truth, soul searching, and the complexities of being a family, this film highlights the fact that being a family isn't always easy and that just because you love someone does not mean that you like them. I cannot tell you how much this movie affected me and how much watching it improved my relationships. It sounds corny, but for me at least, its true. Family is tough, but sometimes its easy too.

8. 1408

1408 is not new. It isn't ultra scary or particularly novel (haunted place that traps you inside). Yet, what makes this film so great to me is that it does 3 unique things. First, it speaks to me as the skeptic. I don't believe in the boogeyman or ghosts or spirits, but this movie acknowledges my skepticism and yet doesn't try to convince me otherwise. It places you inside of the least scary place I can think of, a heavily populated building in the middle of New York city. It doesn't ask whether you believe because it just doesn't care. Second, it tells a real story. Not like a story that actually happened, but a story with a real person at the heart of it. Real emotions, and consequences. Third, it haunts me. I saw this movie when it first came out and I still think about it. I don't believe in ghosts and while this movie did not make me believe otherwise, it did something far more meaningful. It made me- even if only for a moment, doubt.

9. The Princess Bride

What to say about this film? It needs no introduction. Adventure, comedy, romance, swordfighting, and shrieking eels, this movie has it all. This film has had me laughing, crying, and quoting lines from its impeccable dialogue since I was a child. The writing, acting, and swordplay makes this film iconic in nearly every way. There are very few movies that I could watch a hundred times and still be willing to watch again, but if someone asked me to watch it right here and now? It is inconceivable that I'd reply with anything other than "as you wish"

10. The Man in the Hat

This movie was the most relaxing, endearing, and beautiful takes on grief and our relationship with it that I have ever seen. Ciaran Hinds is always a wonderful actor, but this has to be my favorite of his (Persuasion is a close second). The soundtrack was charming and makes this traveling adventure something unforgettable. The lack of dialogue makes the film more (not less) approachable and the delightful way in which grief is neither praised nor vilified allows the story to gently pull us along without fuss. Whether the french countryside or the human capacity to explore our inner emotions, The Man in the Hat ensures a journey that you'll remember.

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Stewart Z (AKA Ramoth13)'s Recommendations

#ramoth13 #film #top ten #movie #movies #fandom #master and commander #aubreyad #in bruges #cast away #the rum diary #the darjeeling limited #wake of the red witch #midnight in paris #1408 #the princess bride #the man in the hat #all these movies have issues #but these were the ones that spoke to me

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ctrlemis · 2 years

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𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ⁀ awaken and find out what happens after like word count. 0.6k. warnings. none.

“3, 2, 1, ACTION!”

The cameras flash, signaling that the recording has started. Y/N, Asta, and Sebastian stand on the side of stge, out of cameras view. Next to them are Yujin, Liz, and Wonyoung. In front of the cameras are Hades, Nadia, Jungwn and Riki. They all look fantastic, and by the way Nadia rolls on the balls of her feet in her flats, they can tell she’s excited.

“Oh my, do you guys hear that?” Nadia asks her three co-hosts, feigning confusion. The other three, look around innocently, before looking at Nadia.

“No, what are you talking about, Nadia?” Riki bites, and as soon as he does, a sweet melody plays through the studio. Hades and Jungwon sway to the beat of it, before it stops.

“That’s the sound of music! Welcome to Sound of Music, with your MC’s, Nadia, Riki, Jungwon, and myself, Hades!” Hades says smiling.

“It’s our first day as MCs. Are you all nervous too?” Jungwon recites his script perfectly. Y/N can’t help but chuckle softly at how corny it is, because it’s almost somewhat cute. Wonyoung seems to think the same, because a soft giggle comes from her. Y/N glances at her, and when the tall girl looks back they look forward, heat rushing to their face. They ignore the way Asta elbows them, watching the four mcs.

“Now, we welcome our guests, three members of two groups here to promote their new comebacks! Are you all ready to AWAKEN and find out what happens AFTER LIKE?” Nadia questions, and Y/N’s mouth curls inward in order not to burst out laughing. “Please welcome our guests, Asta, Sebastian, and Y/N of ETERNIA, as well as Yujin, Wonyoung, and Liz of IVE!” That’s their queue. With the inhale of a deep breath, they follow their older members onto the stage.

“So, Liz, could you tell us a bit about what After Like is about? This is your third single album, correct?” Riki asks.

“Right, and you guys sampled ‘I will survive’ Right?” Hades adds. ‘They’re really good at MC-ing.’ Y/N thinks as Liz answers the question. In fact, they don't realize they’ve spaced out until Asta nips them on their elbow. He has good timing too, because Jungwon looks at them, ready to ask them a question.

“Now Y/N, in your words, what does this new album AWAKEN mean to you?” Jungwon asks them, staring at them intently. They falter for a second, his hard gaze burning a hole into their head. They remain professional though, smiling dazzlingly.

“Well Jungwon, in my personal opinion, AWAKEN is about waking up and realizing and accepting who you truly are, and being that person in whatever way feels right to you. To stay true to yourself, no matter right or wrong is what it means to AWAKEN. To choose yourself in the face of adversity is what AWAKEN means to me. I hope it can mean the same to our fans.” Jungwon mods, turning to Wonyoung as Nadia asks her another question about AFTER LIKE. As they mentally pat themself on the back for that answer, they don't seem to notice or realize that seconds before, Wonyoung was ogling them.

A/N. GUESS WHOS BACK, BACK AGAIN?? its crazy so many mfs ik are coming back and updsting today like damn am i the blueprint or what😁 jk but anyways i hope you all enjoyed this!! i had alot of fun writing this so yeah(btw its not proofread and im seriously sleep deprived i woke up at four am so please understand thanks you love)

SYNOPSIS. Wonyoung & Jungwon are more alike then people think. Besides the basics, like being the same age and both being idols, they both enough the same types of music, stan the same groups, and they both have a crush on ETERNIA’s maknae. Only two problems. The world is convinced they’re secretly dating and they both know that the other likes Y/N L/N

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6irlpet · 1 year

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Mm im a virgin and im nervous about my first time can u give me some tips

hmmmmmm ok ok ok ill try

first of all its normal to be shy/nervous but anyone who's worthy as a partner isnt gonna make u feel weird or bad about that. if they do they r not the one!

be safe 😑 similarly anyone who doesnt respect your wishes for things like... condoms, lube, or what u dont want to do, etc etc is not the one!!! never Ever not just for first times!!!! it is OK to not be comfortable with certain things!!!! i know this sounds like elementary advice but a lot of people think they know it, then freeze up in the actual situation :(

wear s/t that makes u feel cute and confident (doesnt have to be crazy lingerie just like. favorite pair of underwear ukno!) and i like to Always shower day of + wash downstairs like 5 mins before sex bc its (1) clean (2) less anxiety on my part

tbh dont build it up in ur head as something that HAS to be perfect and romantic or whatever....... maybe i'm just not a very romantic person (yes) but virginity is not a big deal imo? u wouldnt expect to be good at any hobby with your first attempt, your goal should just be to have fun. and its practice! u get better lol. like unless its the only time you're planning on having sex ever in your whole life it's ok if the planets didn't align or whatever, just learn what worked/what didnt and carry it with u for a better next time!

Have Fun!!!! even when i have someone tied up i love talking/teasing, laughing with them, etc etc... esp since i'm not very dominant and just top 4 friends, i try not to get frozen in my head about what i ~should~ be acting like. i'll go with what feels natural (it all comes easier than you'd think in the moment honestly) and try to channel a bit of what i know they like. but if ur sexy character breaks or whatever , its ok... have fun with it... just be urself fr... i know that sounds corny but its true!! just have fun and anyone who is worth it is gonna giggle along with u. sex is FUN its a connection with someone, an interaction between bodies, making e/o feel good, let it be natural.

dont be afraid to mention if something doesnt feel good? so many of my friends have told me like, "i didnt like when my parter did this / it turned me off or hurt" and i was appalled, like... tell them??? u can move someones hand elsewhere, u can Communicate. when im topping i like to ask 'is that ok? that feel good? can i touch u here?' etc. u can make it sexy by saying it teasingly, but it gives a real window for someone to say if its not.

this isnt possible for every situation but i think it is worth it to have your first experiences b with someone you trust. it doesn't have to be romantic but i think you're a lot more relaxed if you are comfortable with the person. a lot of my firsts were forced/not rly fun, my first Sex was while intoxicated w/ a guy i'd only known a few days + first kink experiences were also random rushed unsafe stuff. i dont exactly regret but i do feel weird about it sometimes and so i've only recently started to be ok with hooking up with people again. via doing so with FWBs i trust and it's been a vastly different experience!!! idk how to describe it, but like knowing we're good and that it's ok and safe and fun and that they're not judging body or whatever, it's given me more confidence in playing + communicating. i used to freeze up if anyone touched me and now im getting open enough to where im considering letting myself sub again, and ok with more physical contact. ofc not everyone has friends who are dtf but no matter who it is, being comfortable with them is everything!!

nothing should hurt or bleed and i'll die on that hill. with plenty of foreplay/arousal and lube and slowly working up a stretch (if ur being penetrated) it shouldn't hurt. example: i hadn't been penetrated with more than 2-3 fingers for months, when i got home recently i tried dildo and couldn't get it in, i just relaxed + worked up with a smaller toy + knew i could go for lube if i needed (i didnt bc i have a faucet pussy but it does make it easier) similarly with anal, u just gotta work up and relax

in line with #7..... theres nothing wrong with using lube. and foreplay IS essential bc when you get aroused your muscles will relax and you'll feel better and more receptive to every aspect of sex not just penetration. i also don't think there's anything wrong with using toys????? a straight girl im friends with said her boyf can't get her off and i told her to tell him to use a vibe and she was like "i don't think we're close enough for that" like girl what the fuck he's had his tongue in your vagina i think it's okay to use a toy 😭 people historically would have gone nuts for the availability of sex toys we have now fuckin shake it up and have some fun!! it's not weird!!!! god straight people and their sex hangups. anyway.

i hope that helps????? tbh i think a lot of these are aimed @ cishet men being awful in bed for the most part but! they can still apply to keep in mind! summary: dont let anyone make u feel weird or bad for wanting things / not wanting things and u should feel comfortable and good and dont be afraid to communicate what u like (give encouragement vocalize that u feel good!) + what ur not feeling (share if s/t hurts or if u want them to go faster/harder or move up a bit or whatever)! literally HAVE FUN AND BE YOURSELF

#sorry this got long i am passionate about sex ed and communication and consent #fr talk to ur partner!!!! the stories i hear bc (1) all my friends r comfortable talking about sex to me & (2) straight people r insane omf #ask

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wayfarer-orca · 10 months

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not my 2 am ass waxing philosophical about the vgm jazz/remix scene (source: I’ve been a cellist and pianist for 10+ years and i like vgm. next slide)

when i was in high school it was nigh impossible to imagine video game music meaning much more than “silly haha chiptune” or “Brahms or Dvorak wannabe” (aka cinematic orchestra--think Halo, Uncharted, AssCreed, etc). chiptune i should mention has its own merits and real ppl not only being good composers but also working to find suitable leads or balance sound channels for that good ear-feel (Mega Man 2, Metal Gear 2, Chrono Trigger, OutRun, Street Fighter 2, this list has no end). I see a lot of parallels w/ how classical music “pros” in the mid 2000s/early 2010s treated old school vgm + how the bigwigs of warner bros view animators--the medium they accompany downplays their value to those “on top” who assign a niche’s value for all us peons on the bottom. thankfully for us, some stuffy old violin maestro telling us that Hades’s music "is derivative” wont stop Darren Korb from setting the room on fire (musically. though he might moonlight as an arsonist idk the guy)

but now in the 2020s there’s a full-blown out and proud community of video game rearrangers working to just melt minds with their breakdowns and solos. I’ve been listening to ocremix since middle school so we’ve been around, but with insaneintherain now working on original music for games, he joins the ranks of folks like Chipzel, Danger, + Lena Raine who have been avowed game fans and now work from that inspiration. almost giving back, in a way. Pat Bartley, Adam Neely, the Consouls, and the 8-Bit Big Band are a few of the names spearheading an increasing awareness for the goldmine of a source that is vgm, to the point where the 8-bit big band’s cover of Taking Over the Halberd won a fucking Grammy. you can no longer hold orchestra elitism (”true musicians dont play kiddie music!!”) over me because everyone can hear how good these guys sound. theyre skilled, driven, and by God do they love video game music. + if ppl insist that the Grammys are how we must measure musical worth, well, best of both worlds. they garner a reputation and the gamers get one! your awards shows don’t lie, do they...?!

like i know this makes me a corny ass fucker but passion has kept this scene alive, kept ppl championing for its representation in the wider media. I wouldn’t canoodle over 02′s theme from Kirby 64 if I didn’t love the source track, and insaneintherain wouldn’t make so much of his identity Pokemon jazz if he didn’t want to devote his heart + soul to what he grew up playing. from what I can tell this passion is insular--from and for fans. no head honchos telling us what racks up views or is truly meaningful, no. if we remix Snake Eater in this house it’s bc the original track makes me feel things, not bc my director says it’s valid for using a full orchestra or whatever (which it does, plus Cynthia Harrell’s voice makes me tap dance, but that’s not the point. the point is emotional attachment, something that a purely technical discussion about tone or timbre falls short of covering. nostalgia and passion, hand in hand)

anyway thanks for reading this love letter to the one true flame that’s kept me from throwing myself off this mortal coil. have this funk version of Corridors of Time. vibe with the breakdowns and pat’s face-melting solo. maybe do a little triumphant, cathartic crying? i know i might

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#please please talk to me about video game music im begging you #especially chiptune and jazz remixes #and if youre going to magwest god DAMN i wish i could go with #misc #blabs #personal #vgm

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tiniestjellifish · 2 years

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Fresh (2022) | hulu

Okay, so this is a film I would recommend to anyone trying to have a deep dive into Sebastian Stan’s filmography outside of his work on Marvel films or any of his involvement in the MCU. I think in all honesty this might’ve been the first film of his I watched or acting in general that wasn’t his portrayal as Bucky Barnes.

And it was excellent. He has such an addicting trait about the performance he puts on. And I will be honest in saying that carried a lot of the film.

The movie follows Noa, who from the jump is experiencing dating problems. She’s on the dating apps and having a horrid time. I think this set up was a little force fed but i can also see it as them getting straight to the point. I just feel like there could’ve been maybe 2 mins of fluff and then you’re like ‘okay what’s wrong with her life?’ for you to then find out that it’s about her lack of a love life.

regardless, this is true, and you see her lose hope in said apps. she then meets “Steve” (Sebastian Stan), seemingly organically at the grocery store. and he seems like the perfect guy on paper. so they go on a few dates, and honestly not more than what I would believe to be 2 weeks into the timeline of the movie, he invites her on a getaway weekend. as you can imagine, this does not go well for her and she ends up being abducted by “Steve”.

And you find out, the reason for him abducting her isn’t something like sex trafficking but he’s selling body parts of women to the 1% as gourmet meals and also has hints of it being a fetish thing.

at this point of the film, I will say that it becomes a bit much for a person to watch if you have a problem with gore. because I know I do, and while the exterior “body parts” looked more on the fake side, they did use real meat for chopping scenes and just about anything else that would need to pertain to pretending to sell body parts of women.

And another kicker, is these women aren’t killed the second they get there. they are kept alive, and eventually sold off piece by piece. so they can be “fresh”,,, hah ha,, thats so funny? yeah, idk a little stupid but whatever. they do name drop the title in that corny way, which I always feels takes a bit of credibility away from a film.

anyhow, there are definitely some things I didn’t care for in the movie. aside from the gore, which is personal, they fell into a nasty trope/cliche. they have a black female eccentric and loud outspoken bestfriend come save the day. and honestly, they doubled down on the brownie points by having her be queer. and for what this film is trying to do, I find it a little bothersome.

While I haven't seen the movie Men, from the understanding I have of it, its a film that fell flat while trying to get across the point of feminism and just overall almost satirical approach to the idea that men alone, are horrifying.

I think this movie could rival it and do a much better job, its never the center focus of the movie, but in little ways they allude to the roles women often take on in relationships. whether it be out of societal expectation, influence or assigned place.

they show this incredibly well with “Steve” (Brendan, you find out this is his real name)’s wife, Ann. She was a previous victim of his that he took a liking to, which you figure out by her leg being amputated as well as a note she presumably wrote in a magazine Steve allows Noa to read. And the note insinuates, if he's letting you read the magazine, he’s fond of you. and to use it to your advantage. but even having been in the same place as Noa. She has a false sense of security, she’s in on the whole scheme. she’d rather be an accessory to the downfall of these other women because she was “picked” than to do something about it. she has kids with this man. and towards the end of the film (SPOILER) Brendan is murdered by Noa, her bestfriend, and a girl she befriended while being held captive. and after this event, Ann still fully intends to run this business that is built off the suffering of women, and actually tries to kill Noa, because she's so in deep that she’s blinded to the fact that she’s been lost in the fog of the whole business.

This film doesn’t accomplish anything grand, but it’s different. very different. it doesn’t follow very many tropes in comparison to other thriller movies. while I think it lacks rewatch value, it was a spectacle to watch the first time around. I think its starting to scratch the surface of what new ideas can be brought to thrillers/horror. something based a little more in reality but still dystopian, sort of like Jordan Peele films.

Rating: 6.8/10

#movie review #film critic #film recommendations #hot take #fresh hulu #sebastian stan

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ghaffari · 2 months

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An Aesthetic Reality (Mar 2)

Have I ever lived an aesthetic reality? Is there such a thing, or is it all about perspective?

I think if I was surrounded by the visually distinct, my senses would know. I appreciate the beauty of nature, the beauty of human development, the way they struggle against each other, feigning coexistence (nature always wins). I have moments of being overwhelmed when a moment is swelling with visual splendor, wanderlust is fulfilled, nostalgia is born.

But I'm also very much aware of the unsightliness: The chaos, the detritus, the mundanity. It's all suppressive, ubiquitous, maybe totally inescapable. And, yeah, it feels (fucking) unfair to unwillingly oscillate between the height and abyss of aesthetic experience. For anyone who can be overwhelmed by the opulent, moved to tears, even -- the ugly can be debilitating, stupefying.

I'm thinking about the disaffect present (that is and has been present) in most successful art/fashion blogs on tumblr. In most celebrity personas. In books. Like, everywhere. I'm thinking about Bret Easton Ellis's characters who sob for no apparent reason, and this is all that's needed to give otherwise intentionally one dimensional characters an unfathomable depth. I'm thinking about these things because sadness is so fucking cheap and maybe disgusting when it's paired with spiky, chrome, lowkey camp graphics; juxtaposed by sincere messages of hope, of love, of apathy; is goth or cute or whatever-core; and, especially, when it's such a mood.

Pain is black, it's austere, it's timeless -- and maybe using it as an aesthetic is kind of a cop out for the individualism/vulnerability required to express the experience of joy. Everyone likes black (or at least is comfortable with its familiar presence in the world), and it does embody, augments, our internal capacity to endure, to hurt, to be desensitized. Black is the urban environment and the urban environment is cool because its citizens have seen it all, have been through it all, and they don't give a fuck. Badass. Hell yeah. But also: Why is no one challenging it and why is everyone like "this is SO me"?

And even on the other end of that spectrum we have the court jesters of urban life. The "main" characters, the clowns. It's still the same: "I've seen it all and I am numb to humanity, the experience of existence." It alternates the position of the humanizing heartfelt message and wears it outwardly, and the supposedly goth, pain-stricken underpinnings detach it sufficiently enough to fall in the same vein of universal acceptance. People love it because it reflects their own inability to deal with their "sourceless" (random sobs) loneliness right back at them.

An aesthetic revolution has to involve a community celebrating, accepting the personal role within universal joy. It has to be corny and lame and awkward. It can't care about color, it absolutely cannot hide behind black -- cribbing its mystery to mask the mundanity of their "tortured soul" which is experiencing a torture which has been experienced billions of times before it arrived at their doorstep and will be experienced countless times more when they're gone. We are flashes in the pan cloaking ourselves in the timelessness of black, clinging to it (ugh) creating the illusion that it says something about us when all it says is that we are adept at hiding within -- being swallowed by -- mass movements.

What does the lowkey homogeneity of the state of fashion and celebrity have to do with my desire to experience an aesthetic reality? Really, I just want to experience something other than fucking dread and depression and I'm pretty sure that starts with people lightening up, owning their true selves and naming their obsession with using sadness and jadedness for what it is: A crippling fear of what happens when you stand out for being happy, when you make it apparent that you have something precious to lose.

I'm missing color and colorful personalities and bizarre decor and the sky before night and naturally-occurring comedy and innocence and bohème. I'm tired of witnessing the abject horrors of pain and destitution and fear and apathy be warped into, celebrated as: fashion statements, aesthetics, popular archetypes, (cheap) depth-giving personality quirks. Like, I know it isn't going anywhere because of how safe and, I guess, therapeutic, it is, but I'm just personally tired of seeing it. I just want to be aesthetically inspired. To feel my chest heaving with gratitude because of a sensory experience that wasn't attached to some sort of pain. To feel free enough to be humorous, to see through a lens of humor. To feel my eyes welling with tears over the profound beauty and near perfection that life, nature, the human experience, has to offer. Like....... it's OUT there. It really is. But it's hard to find, maybe increasingly so, and it definitely isn't on fucking tumblr.

#Long reads #Fashion #Fashion week #Goth aesthetic #Nature #Happiness #rant #ramble #writers on tumblr #writeblr

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maurenislife · 8 months

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Just to let yall know i aint looking 4 love that shit all a facade that shit aint real like ur lover u gone have 2 rlly fake that shit and make that shit up, just have them be your lover ur solid lover like ur person that’s gone do what u say and walk where u walk, BUY shit when u say u need it, fuck u when u ask, basically indentured servant.

Ur lover will never be ur “LOVE” dont get it fucked up, pple in relationships i see it now i see why! They faking with eachother indentured servants…. Looking into everybody relationship niggas cheating bro, niggas beating on hoes, doing fucking anything. Niggas dont b in love with that bitch just how it look, they need eachother to provide certain things like a lil plug in board.

Niggas want a bitch to be a bulletin board for all the things he like and believes

But in reality a bitch wants that too but dont need it, its all mental you see

Bullentin boarding for women a mental thing

I dont need both ways for u to be who i want u to be. I dont need anything but this boy and situation then ill just have my way,

Niggas need you to be who they want and think physically historically mentally

Everything gotta add up, but thats not reality… unless a bitch get to lying which most bitches do! ON ME

Thats why pple get married and divorced

Bitches who spin stories who lie they know what information to disclose as for me i could rlly give a fuck less but i guess i should cause that interrupts a niggas feelings for u

Im not sum white girl they aint gone feel too bad 4 me lol and they tell me how much idc how much i rather be somewhere else how much i could do etc.

Niggas know idgaf by my history they get insecure which they should, im insecure to a point bout like shit, ik theres other bitches out there, ik my spot is never secure which always turns out to be true feel me?

Thats why my investment depression comes from the connection not what goes on when im not around cause half the time i am around whatever shit corny as fuck

This shit really dumb as fuck though ill laugh in a few months but im trying to start as early as a few hours ago,

If i get something accomplished everyday

Every single day !

Whether it be errands

Getting money

Runnin script w a sponsor

Cleaning my room

Cleaning my car

Saving money

Getting my aesthetics fixed or done

I CAN SAY IN A FEW MONTHS ILL BE FARTHER THAN I WAS ALL SUMMER BEING STAGNANT N HAVING FUN,

Only thing a nigga can say bout me is what he know and thats not even everything

And this taught me how niggas do not care, its about if u stroking they ego!

Making sure he secure!

Next nigga i get hopefully more insecure, maybe ill be able to run ship more, that nigga got off the drugs head got hype cause of lame groupie hoes ! Idc lol bitches get replaced maybe even a better one !

But just know that hoe a liar 👍🏾🤧

These hoes all liars all the time!

Every bitch u ever meet trained up to lie for shit to b smooth, bitches change into who u want them to b not into who they rlly are

So idgaf who go where or what spot another bitch get, she aint earn nun 🤣🤣🤣👍🏾

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thejacemister · 2 years

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This’ll be my last one.

“Love is patient, love is kind...”. That’s how the character started her speech in “Four Weddings and a Funeral”. kind of ironic how it works. We always circle back to the same clichés. “If you love something set it free...” or however that quote goes. Albeit a true one, but why do these quotes revolve around the theme of love lost or one true love? I don’t know whether its a form of regression or progression. I wish there were more about self preservation or even self improvement. I mean there are, but none too memorable. But I guess it’s all about perspective.

It has been a minute now. There has been a big timeline of things since it all happened. I still unfortunately keep it in the back of my mind but like many have told me before, it takes time. What they don’t tell you is the baggage it brings. They don’t tell you that you just learn to carry it even if there’s nothing but pain and anguish. By “it” i mean love. Its great not gonna lie... when you have it that is. It sucks when you lose it. I’m not the first nor am I the last one to have felt heartbreak. But I will say it does for one hell of a character development for this one. Regardless of how it could’ve gone, I’m kind of glad that it happened the way that it happened. I feel like I would’ve been stuck in the same cycle.

I try to justify whatever happened. I try to be the bigger person. I try to forget it. Sometimes i succeed. For a second I feel like maybe I am living another timeline, one where I came out alright in the end. But the other part of me brings me back down to earth. That new part of me I like to call “maturity”. All my life i’ve seen things with kaleidoscope eyes for everything. I guess in a way i’m still a child at heart.To some that was my greatest flaw but if i’m being honest with you I can see how that would turn anyone off. But maturity has showed me that it’s my biggest characteristic that makes me... me. It’s maturity that has helped me close that door and accept my flaw as my greatest strength. It’s maturity that has stopped me from further pondering on what could’ve been and what almost was. It’s also immaturity that throws me back into the same rabbit hole after all these years.

I thought i was strong enough to see some hurtful things and hear them too. I wasn’t prepared for Enrique. Or maybe I was? lol. Regardless, Eme confirmed it for me. It really sucks when you really want to like someone that you’ve met and known for ages, just to end up hating them. “You never finish getting to know someone.” See? Same old bs quotes to justify shit. And so I “let you go and if you return it was meant to be..” *barf*🤢 🤮 . That was the worst one they told me. I don’t know why they throw these corny ass quotes to help someone get over heartbreak. I did hear some good ones though.... “Quitate tu pa ponerme Yo”. “You have to love yourself to better yourself.” Those I heard from an unlikely group of individuals I now consider one of my closest friends. I realized that perspective wise, I have to change it all completely. I had to surround myself with people who have a different perspective than me. People who I haven’t known for the past decade. Shooooot i still talk to people from High School still in the same mindset they were before. Plot twist: some I had to drop... way too toxic for my liking.

At the end of the day, I’m not trying to bring out old receipts or start shit. I’ve started shit enough without doing much (looking at my ex monster in law), and frankly I could care less what It looks like i’m doing but i’m doing me. I’ve been doing me. Something I have never done when I was with you. I walk down this road alone but i walk down it with my head high ready for whatever comes my way. Whoever I pick up along the way as my companion I will accept with open arms till I deem them as a harm to me. Not everyone in life is out to help me and thats something I learned the hard way. I can say i want to take back the last 12 years of my life 2 years ago. Younger me would’ve wished that. Forget I ever met you. Forget I ever fell in love with you. It would do me a great honor. But that’s just immature me talking. I’m wise enough to know it was my character development. And while I may not know what the future holds for me. I know that there will be more character development for me that hurts more than you. You’ve taught me to love myself. You’ve taught me to value everything I hold dear and to never settle for someone. You’ve taught me that I need to put myself first and to never put myself last. But most importantly, you’ve shown me that you don’t need closure to move on. I thought i needed it but I don’t. I accept what happened. Acepto q nosotros fracasamos. Y acepto q nosotros nunca vamos a volver juntos. Acepto todo lo mal q Yo te a hecho y tu a mi. Y con eso cierro esta pagina y sigo con lo mio. Te tenia en mi mente en un pedestal por muchos años hasta ahora. Voy a poner a otro en ese pedestal. Perdoname... pero quitate tu pa ponerme Yo.

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broijuswannareadsmut · 2 years

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Being Ran Haitani’s FWB (friend w benefits)

A/n: tbh this idea jus sparked in my head while I was going through the TR smut tag sooo yeah 😊 specifically this post by @rxnswhxre this might be OOC but I’m not sure

Content warnings ‼️: Switch!reader switch!Ran, g/n pronouns, female anatomy mentioned, pet names (doll,pretty,gorgeous etc), swearing, consumption of 🍻🍺 , use of 🍃, driving while under the influence, slight possessiveness, jealousy, angry s#x sorta, mutual pining, objectification, creampie, orgasm denial (m receiving), overstimulation (m and f receiving), humiliation? (m receiving), oral (f receiving), vaginal penetration, nipple play ( f receiving) , consensual recording, slapping (m receiving), degrading, praising, cockwarming, aftercare, hurt w comfort, fluffy corny shit. (Lmk if I missed sum)

taglist: @takeomiswhvre

🚾 :6016

You and Ran had been friends for about 2 years give or take, it started off by you two meeting each other at one of those clique high school parties where everyone got wasted and made no good life choices. You had been sitting on top of the kitchen counter observing the scene, people playing beer pong, people daring each other to drink an entire bottle of Sour Puss, and people passed out on the floor, yk the usual. As your legs were swinging boredly from the marble counter your eyes caught sight of a tall figure entering the kitchen, their outfit was trendy and practical. They were wearing brown cargo pants, with a white T-shirt topped with a lighter brown Don Ed Hardy sweater. It certainly caught our attention, you were intrigued. As the figure got closer and you could see their face in the light, you realized that it was a boy with a lazy smile on his face along with blond sections paired with black hair made into two simple French braids. He was handsome to say the least you noted that right behind him was a slightly shorter boy with blue and blond hair with rounded glasses, he was cute but not your type. As you were staring at the doll like boy you made eye contact, his light eyebrows raised curiosity and his lazy smile was replaced with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at his brazen demeanour and sipped whatever fucking shit was in that red solo cup. You did a once over of the place just in case you had been able to spot one of your friends. As you were turning your head to look back into its normal position the tall boy was in front of you. You flinched at the close proximity. Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips were slightly pouting at the sudden surprise.

“Hi doll how are you tonight?” The man spoke up.

“I should be the one calling you doll with those braids.” You retorted.

“Awww what you don’t like them? And here I thought I would look like the prettiest princess at the party.” He playfully said.

You hummed curtly at his joke, it was funny but you wouldn’t show him the satisfaction of knowing that, you knew what kind of guy he was, arrogant, cocky, manipulative, just any negative fuckboy connotation you could think of really.

“You know that you wanted to laugh pretty.” He observed.

“When something is funny I laugh doll.” You smiled condescendingly.

“Okay. Then I’m going to stay here all night with you if I have to just to make your ass laugh.”

You groaned at the statement. “Please don’t.”

“Too bad~ I’m staying ♡.” He sang.

You sighed knowing that he wouldn’t leave you alone, and yet you still refused to give him what he wanted, a guy like this definitely has had everything handed to him on a sliver platter, so why were you going to repeat the cycle?

“So what school do you go to?” He asked.

“Why so you can follow me there too?” You grinned.

“Of course pretty, I’m your new stalker.”

“Great… I hope you’re not another Ted Bundy.”

“Nah I’m Ran Haitani baby, not a pussy little bitch who rapes and kills woman.”

“Wow what an eccentric name for an eccentric person. Also you like true crime?”

“Wow thanks for the compliment pretty. And yeah do you?”

“Your welcome, yeah I do I read a lot of books about it.”

“I like reading but not that kinda stuff, I like listening to podcasts instead.”

“Ooo the little princess likes to read? What genre?”

“Yes I do~ hmm romance fiction.”

“We have a hopeless romantic on our hands don’t we?”

“Yeah, I am, maybe we could be one of those cheesy romance stories love.” He grinned toothily.

“Not a fucking chance Haitani.” You laughed at his corny suggestion.

He frowned at your stubbornness. His eyebrows dropping and rolling his eyes. “You’re so tough to get through- uh… ahaaa.. What’s your name pretty?”

“Wow you had entire fantasy about me and you together and you don’t even know my name? Not very gentlemanly of you Ran.”

“*Tch* it slipped my mind doll “m sorry, but stop being so damn difficult.” He snapped.

You got off the counter in annoyance , he had so much audacity to say that you were fucking difficult when you had no intention of continuing to talk to him in the first place. You were now face to face to him, well more so he was looking down at you while you scowled at him. You both were looking at each other with such annoyance. You grabbed him by his collar and pulled him down to your height,

“ I don’t know who the fuck you think you are Haitani, but I’m not going to sit here and be one of those bimbo bitches you love to play, until you get bored of them and leave to go play the next one. You play women like instruments because as a kid you never got enough attention from your mother and now you resent women because you hold a grudge against her.”

Your words spat venom in the older Haitani’s face, of course you were right but how were you able to figure him out so quickly? He had never liked being proved wrong, he had always remained mysterious, never allowing anyone but his brother get close to him , he didn’t like how you were one of the first people to analyze his weak points perfectly. He was stunned. You were aggravating him.

You scoffed. You were pissed off, no one talked to you like that, you shoved him away from you with all your force and he stumbled on his feet a little bit. You were leaving. You were getting past all the bodies on the floor and still up and about, as you were finally outside of the party walking to where you left your car you felt your wrist got gripped onto and pulled you back against the side of a brick fence wall (yk rich kid neighbourhood) with said wrist being held above your head. Before you could even retaliate the person was speaking,

"No one talks to ME that way, and I know who the fuck I am, I'm Ran Haitani one of the rulers of Roppongi, and I'm not going to take shit from a trashy high schooler."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You're gonna use your bullshit title against me so I can suck your dick and treat you like a king? Fuck that. Now let go of my wrist before I scream and beat the shit out of your skinny ass." You fumed at the black and blond boy.

Ran let go of your wrist but he kept you enclosed with his arms. "No I just want you to apologize."

"Fuck your apology Annabelle, I'm not giving you shit after the stunts you've pulled in less than A HOUR!" You raged, you just wanted to go home and this mf wasn't letting you. "First off you don't even know my name and yet you've said yours at least 5 times since you're so self centered, second I probably bruised that ego of yours pretty hard if you're going to the extent to harass me." You ranted.

At this point Ran had let his arms flop to his sides and was looking at you with a blank expression, to the unexperienced eye it would've looked like he was unphased at your rambling but Ran had a tell that whenever something irked him or rubbed him the wrong way his left eye would twitch ever so slightly.

"Okay I think we're done here, and if you follow me home shit will go down." You pushed passed him and walked a few more meters to your car, fumbling to grab your keys and unlock the driver seat you heard footsteps coming from the sidewalk (passenger seat side), you groaned. Fuck my life man.

"What's your name?"

Long story short he went home with you and had had sex, well it was hate sex more than anything, consisting of you slapping his pretty face for all the shit he was saying earlier whilst riding him, and him cumming faster than he ever had because of it. Surprisingly he asked for your number and you reluctantly gave it to him, he didn't even ghost you! In fact you guys became very close and sex was a casual thing between the two of you, but never daring to put a label on it or doing that "exclusive" bs.

Fast forward you two being fresh outta high school, you had just recently turned 18 while Ran was 19, you were out in a club in Roppongi that the brothers owned and were partying with said brothers. You had been out for a few hours now, you had been drinking a little bit since it was free (for you anyway) and you were having a friendly conversation with Kakucho, only slightly nipping the surface of each other's pasts. You were laughing at a comment he made since he was surprisingly funny despite his stoic face.

"Hey y/N excuse me I have to go to the restroom really quickly but don't worry I'll be back." The partially blind boy said with a shy grin.

"Don't worry Kaku "m not goin' anywhere, take your time." You smiled back. He thanked you and shuffled passed all the blobs of skin in the area. I wonder where Annabelle is...

Speak of the fucking devil. You spotted the boy at a booth with a fat blunt in between his index and middle finger, with a slut on his thigh. He was clearly chatting her up, and she was eating it up, playfully nudging his shoulder with her cheap ass acrylics and doing that pick me girl laughing. Your blood was rising in heat, you had had countless conversations about what you two were and had always come up with the same conclusion "just friends that fuck from time to time", you knew that Ran would fuck other people and so did you, but you never had the audacity to try to make him jealous or rub it in his face that you were with other people occasionally. You were trying to calm yourself down and breath deeply but your jealousy and anger got the best of you. You stood up from your seat and began walking over to the booth. Ran spotted you coming and had that aloof lazy smile on his face.

"Hi y/N what's wrong? Do you need something?" He asked unconcerned, yes he admits that he immediately noticed the anger on your face how could he not've? You had gotten mad at him countless times, but he didn't want to cause a scene or bring it up in front of the pretty bimbo bitch on his thigh.

"Yes something is wrong Haitani, and you know what it is." You hissed, whilst looking up and down at the girl more clearly, she was blonde, her makeup was baky, her falsies inner corners nearly falling off her eyes, her tits were huge, and her grimy paws were resting atop Ran's chest.

"I'm afraid I'll need more information to know what's upsetting you y/N." He simply said taking a hit from the blunt. "I'm sorry baby she's bothering us at the moment but let me sort this out." He turned to the blonde as he playfully kneaded the fat of her hip and thigh.

He swore he saw literal flames in your eyes when you saw him do that.

"You know what Haitani? You're a fucking bitch and I hope you get a STI from this slutty whore" You stepped forward and left hooked his ass. The side of his face landed smack down on the granite table dropping the blunt on the seat, the blonde gasped and began to panic. You had to shut her up before people noticed what was going on.

"Shut the fuck up bitch." You lifted your right hand and backhand slapped her, she fell on the floor and seemed to be knocked out from one slap. You huffed and picked up the still lit up blunt from the chair and turned on your heel to leave. Fuck this shit, I'm done with Ran he can suck a cock and die.

You walked out of the club with being halfway done with the blunt. You exhaled and asked the valet to grab you your car. Funny story Ran got it for you on your 17th birthday saying "the piece of junk you're driving right now isn't enough for you pretty."

"Thanks." You said directly to the valet boy and subconsciously indirectly at Ran’s grand gesture. You hopped inside. Thankfully you were only 20 minutes away from your apartment. Wow y/N driving while high? So responsible of you.

"Go fuck yourself." The weed the Haitani's bought was no joke, you could green out off of just 3 hits if you weren't careful, but right now your entire being was filled with pure hatred for the eldest brother, so you couldn't care less.

Back at the club Ran quickly recovered from your unexpected hit, he had gotten hit by you before and at times he thought you were stronger than South, he knew this punch would leave a mark. The blonde was on the floor and you were gone, with his blunt at that. Fuck I have to go see them, I might've fucked up bad this time.

Ran let Rindou know that he was heading out to go find you he understood, knowing that your guys' relationship had always been turbulent. Ran left the club in his black maserati and speeded to your apartment.

Your mind was heavy but your mind was still hyper aware of the entire situation, you couldn't even remember how you had managed to park or how you'd gotten to your floor, or even when or if you had finished the blunt, but you did. You struggled with unlocking the front door but managed after what felt like 20 minutes. You locked the door behind you and slipped off your shoes. You were desperate to take of your clothes since they felt so overbearing on your skin. Your clothes were scattering across your floor and you were left in only your purple lacy panties, I wonder who bought you those too...

Ran finally arrived at your place under the span of 10 minutes since he sped through the streets of the district he had lived in since birth, the people at the frontdesk knew who he was and let him onto your floor no questions asked.

He got to your door and of course it was locked. He quickly got out the key he had copied without your knowledge and unlocked it. He locked the door once again and walked down the hallway to pick up the clothes you had stripped earlier, first thing he noted was the stench of za coming from your clothes.

He continued walking down the hall and turned to go to the bedroom he had been in a multitude of times. There he found you sprawled on your bed with your tits out and the dim lamp on your desk shining at the ceiling. Your face was blank until you realized there was someone at your doors. You promptly covered your chest and went to see who the culprit was.

"Oh... it's you. How the hell did you get into my home?"

"Not important. But what the fuck was that stunt you pulled back there y/N? Clocking me in the face and then running off?"

"I believe in getting rid of any toxic and negative energies in my life, since my higher self works better like that." You stated, with your eyes squinting attempting to see Ran's face better.

"I don't know what you just said, but you're always so outta pocket, I don't even know why I still fuck with you if I'm being honest."

"ME? Being fucking outta pocket Ran? That's hilarious, you were the one feeling up on some bitch who you had probably met 5 minutes before, being fully aware that I was there."

" I wasn't the one flirting with Kakucho at the bar and laughing at all his remarks like a cock hungry slut. But then again that is all you are right y/N?"

At this point you had given up on trying to hide your breasts from him and crawled off your bed to confront him face first.

"I don't know what your mentally deficient brain is thinking but I wasn't flirting with Kakucho, I was having a conversation with him, but you wouldn't know what that is since you're always thinking with your dick." You barked.

"Yeah this dick that you're obsessed with you fucking whore. And yeah I could see the look in your eyes when you were talking to him, all lovesick and desperate for his cock, which probably is like 3 inches might I add."

Your face was heating up at the preposterous words the lavender eyed man was spewing at you. You slapped him with anger and while he was holding his cheek in pain you spun him around and shoved him down on your bed. You crawled on top of him and restrained his arms with your legs.

"Someone seems to be insecure aren't you Haitani? Worried that I'd get hooked on his big fat cock and leave him for you? hm?" Your arms were crossed waiting for his response.

His pale skin was marked red with your handprint.

"Answer me Haitani."

"No why the hell would I be jealous of Kakucho? My penis is bigger than his and he gets no bitches." He criticized.

You wanted to test his limits. "Okay well you got me curious Haitani."

"What?"

You reached over to grab your cellphone from under your pillow, you went to Kakucho's number who you've never talked to and began recording a video.

"Hi Kaku "m sorry for leaving you at the club and I'm sorry for bothering you but you see we have an insecure boy here," you hovered the phone in Ran's cherry red face, "and he was saying how we were flirting tonight you know like we always do," you said sarcastically, "and then he brought up how his dick is bigger than yours, and I just wanted to see if that was true..."

You got off of Ran and noticed the bulge in his slack. "Ha. I'm the slut Ran? You're the one getting off to me recording this and sending it to Kakucho."

"You wouldn't fucking dare y/N." He warned.

You harshly slapped his cock through his layers. "Fuck-" He winced.

"I would Haitani and you know it." You unbuttoned his slacks and unzipped them. His grey Calvin Klein boxers had a wet spot in them. You cupped his heavy balls and squeezed. He sucked in a breath and clenched his jaw with sealed shut eyes. Finally you forcefully pulled down his underwear and low and behold Ran Haitani's 7 inch dick, the very one you had been stuffed to the hilt with numerous times. It was rock hard but because of its sheer girth (3 inches wide) and length it curved to the left. You flicked the tip and his pelvis sprung up wanting more friction. How needy.

"Kakucho if I'm being honest you've always given me big dick vibes and you could probably outdo Ran's, maybe not in girth but that's okay I don't mind."

You turnt over the phone to ensure that the back camera got a full view of your breasts and lower half of your face, with a sultry smile you tweaked your nipples and kneaded the flesh. You breathed softly and shallowly. Ran was looking at you in awe he felt his dick twitching at the site of you playing with yourself.

"Anyways Kaku, I hope you take me up on my offer, I'm getting sick of this Haitani. Goodnight~" You stopped recording and pressed send, hopefully he wouldn't mind the unsolicited dick and tit video...

You threw your phone back under your pillow and turned to Ran, his tip was leaking desperately for any kind of touch but he knew when you got like this he wasn't allowed to touch himself. But he wasn't about to beg for it.

You sighed, "what am I going to do with you Haitani? Hm?" He stayed silent. He was angry that you had sent that video to his fellow colleague and even out on a show for said colleague. He was jealous.

He huffed and was going to get up until you pushed him back down by his chest. "I didn't say you could get up. You wanted to come into my apartment uninvited, and now you'll leave when I tell you to."

You crawled back on top of the red boy and placed your arms on the sides of his head.

"After this Haitani I swear to god that we're done." You slipped off your panties and without warning, sank down on his length. You both gasped, his cock had always been a tight squeeze. Ran was going to place his hands on your hips but you quickly slapped his hands away.

"I didn't say you could fucking touch me, you're just a toy I want to use tonight." You spat. He whimpered. You could be so mean.

You placed your hands flat against his lean chest and began to move back up, your walls were clenching around his cock and Ran loved the feeling of your ribbed walls rubbing on his dick. You slammed down again and you moaned while he hissed. You began to grind back and forth on him to get you to your high not caring if he did.

"Fuck..." He groaned, you were going too slow. He bucked his hips up to find more friction. You stopped. You scowled at him and slapped him again.

"Fuck!" He came.

"You're such a fucking slut Ran, cumming inside me just from slapping you? You barely lasted 5 minutes. You're so fucking pathetic." You spat. You began moving up and down again, he didn't even let you cum yet.

"Fuck! "M still sensitive! Please please please stop."

"Shut the fuck up." You were desperately trying to get an orgasm so you began stimulating your nipples and leaned your chest down in front of Ran's face. "Make yourself useful and suck. And rub my clit." You demanded. Ran did as he was told relieved that you were letting him touch you now. He reached under your bodies and took his thumb to start teasing your clit as he was swirling one of your nipples in his mouth while he pulled at the other. You grabbed onto his hair, grinding on like a bitch in heat, with each roll of your hips Ran's fingers became faster on your clit and he began biting down on your areola, his dick was aching from the over stimulation.

" "M gonna-gonna cum again y/N, fuck you feel so good fuck fuck fuck." He cursed while still slurping on your nipple as if you were to lactate.

You were so close but you couldn't let this bastard get another orgasm while you were still attempting to get your first one. You tugged your breasts away from the man and got off his cock immediately. There was a ring of his cum at the base of his cock and his sperm was oozing out of your hole.

"W-why'd you stop?? I was doing everything you told me to do." He whimpered, his high ripped away from him.

"No you didn't. Did I ever say you could cum? No. You're such a whore who only wants to get his dick wet. You don't even fucking care about my needs." His cum was dripping onto his stomach while you waddled over him on your knees. You untied his braids to let his died hair flow over the comforter. You but the hair ties on your wrist then hovered your bare cunt over his face. Ran knew what you wanted and pulled you down by your hips so you were sitting on his face completely. He began swirling his tongue around your hole, being able to taste his spunk. You needed more, you began grinding on his pretty face, you were groaning, frustrated at his slow pace. Ran noticed your impatience and moved to lap at your clit, at first he was giving it simple kitten licks, seeing how far he could test you. You began whimpering moving your hips harder. Ran slapped your ass rather harshly you yelped in surprise and lifted your hips off of his face, which he then took that as the opportunity to prod two of his fingers into your cunt. He began curling the tips of his fingers inside your cunt to then begin moving them side to side rapidly, while simultaneously moving his hand in and out of your cunt. Once he got a steady pace going he moved his mouth to your clit and latched onto it, as if he was making out with it. The lewd sounds of your pussy overpowering all your senses and the only sound other sound in the room was Ran's mouth. He was licking long strips against your cunt while his hand was leaking with your arousal, still keeping the rapid pace inside your wall.

"Fuck! Ngh— hah— fuck this is all you're good for H- Haitani, make me cum, make me cum, make me cum please please please." You chanted desperately, your hands planted against the wall to keep you from falling.

"I love this fucking pussy y/N..." He was sucking onto your clit, breathing heavily. "It never fails to make me cum so fast, you're so beautiful." He preached.

"Sh-shut up nghhh—ahh-haa." You moaned you were so close. " "M so close Ran please please."

Ran was pleased that the furious formality slipped from your fucked out brain and referred to him by his first name, therefore he thought you were ready for three of his fingers now. Prodding his index finger inside your vagina, the newfound thickness and deepness inside of you made his fingers perfectly hit your g spot once perfectly curling upwards.

"S-SHIT! Ha- nghhh oh my fucking god, oh my god." You came finally letting go, your hands could no longer support you and your body slumped on the bed. Ran was still drinking up your release, he took his fingers out of your cunt, it felt empty now. He was overstimulating you as his mouth latched onto your hymen as his tongue prodded at your vagina to make sure he didn't waste a single drop.

"I fucking love this pussy, I would die in it if I could." He was saying it more to it than you, but your mind was fuzzy and your body felt heavy and his words were muffled.

"S-stop, R-Ran "m sensitive, please, "m gonna cum again." He only hummed in response, the vibrations going to your labias, which made your body jolt up and gasp softly. He was licking at your clit again trying to get another orgasm from you to see you crumble like he always loved to see. His tongue had always been a good attribute of his, despite his jaw almost locking he still kept up with his pace on your bud of nerves. You could feel the knot in your stomach undoing itself, you had a coat of sweat on your hairline, your whole body was hot.

"Fuck..." You breathed softly, "d-don't stop Ran please "m close so close."

"I wasn't planning on stopping pretty." He said under his breath. A few more licks to your clitoris and you came again, with a loud whimper and out of breath. Ran again was taking in everything you gave him, slowly coercing you down from your second high. You slowly got off of him and laid beside him in the bed. You turned to look at him and his chin was glistening with your slick and a relaxed smile was on his face.

"I hate you." Your eyes started welling up with tears, your eyes becoming glossy, you sniffled as you covered your arm over your mouth. Ran turned to look at you and propped himself up on his elbow to look at you better. The tears were now rolling down your cheeks.

"Hey, hey baby what's wrong? Why're you crying?" He asked concerned.

You took in breaths of air trying to say the words without sounding like a complete idiot out of breath. "I-I hate that I'll never be able to let go of you... even after you get sick of me I'll still be in love with you..."

Ran's eyes widened at your sudden confession, he wiped his chin off on his forearm and spoke, "y/N... I'd never get sick of you." His eyebrows furrowed at the very thought. "I've loved you since the first time I got into your car after that night... you're so beautiful and intelligent, I could write essays on how much I love you and why." He rambled.

"Then why haven't you ever asked me out on a proper date? Or asked me to be your partner? You've only shown me your 'love' through materialistic things Ran... how am I supposed to believe you?"

"I'm an asshole, an idiot, a bastard, but I never want you to think that I don't love you y/N. I was afraid you'd say no if I asked, or you'd be weirded out if I showed you how I truly feel and care about you, so gifts were the only way I knew how to show you."

"You should've just had the balls and told me. You shouldn't have had to make me go crazy over you.." You sniffled. Ran opened his arms signalling for you to let him hold you, you shuffled into Ran's warm arms as he gently wrapped them around your bare back. He kissed the top of your head as he threaded your hair through his fingers.

"I'm sorry y/N, but I'm telling you now and I hope you'll still take me..." He whispered onto the top of your scalp.

"I'd always take you Haitani under any circumstances. And I still hate you for that." You giggled drily.

"Come on baby let's have a nice bath yeah?"

You hummed in agreement. Ran got up from the bed pulled down his pants and boxers till he was completely nude like you. He opened his arms again and you stood up on the bed and then wrapped yourself around Ran's body like a koala. He held you up by your thighs and began walking to the washroom. He started running hot water in the tub. While you two were waiting for it to fill up you stayed in his arms in comfortable silence sat on the toilet. You were tired and Ran was exhausted. He turnt off the tap and slowly put you in, the water soothed your sore limbs.

"Come in Ran, want you here with me please." He didn't even hesitate before he was going inside right behind you. You leaned back on his lean chest and sighed, you looked up at him to find that he was already looking down at you, you blushed at how intently he was staring at you. He then kissed your forehead softly. You smiled warmly. You turned around and faced him, he looked surreal, his blond and black hair flowing down his shoulders, as his violet eyes looked at you so tenderly with his infamously lazy smile. You took your hands and placed them on both sides of his cheeks, gently rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones. You leaned in and pecked his lips lovingly. He pulled you in so your legs were over his waist and placed his index finger under your chin and kissed you again, no tongue, no teeth, just pure love and soft lips against each other's. You pulled away and realized how close his cock was to your cunt, you put your hand under the water and took his penis in your hand, you felt it grow in your hand and you laughed.

"I wanna have your dick in me while we wash each other's hair, can we?" You asked looking up at him with doe eyes.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." He agreed. You lifted yourself up from your knees as he held onto your ass, Ran gradually slid you down on his length, you both groaned at the feeling. Once you were full to the hilt with his member you reached behind him and grabbed his preferred shampoo and conditioner. He grinned as you showed him.

"You've been waiting for this haven't you?"

"Maybe..." You cheekily replied.

Ran placed a hand on the middle of your back as he reached over to grab your preferred shampoo. You both smiled at each other as you gave a kiss to each corner of his lips. You both opened the caps of the shampoos and lathered it compassionately in one another's scalps and ends. The whole time you held eye contact in the comfortable stillness of your apartment. After you finished with the shampoo you both cupped the bath water and poured it over the other's head, it was a slow process but neither of you complained. Then came the conditioner, you squirted some into your palm and began putting it into his hair as he liked, he was always very nit-picky about his hair so you memorized his routine and all, you put the conditioner all over his head but the roots of his scalp, and you paid close attention to the ends.

"Wow y/N you know everything about me, since the first time we met you figured me out faster than anyone ever had, even Rindou still has trouble with that, but you... you and I have always just gotten each other..."

"I've always been good at reading people Ran, but you were just one of those people I chose to overanalyze and allow into my life." You rinsed the excess conditioner off your hands under the bubbly water. Ran followed after. You both were ready to rinse off the product. You reached over to unplug the tub and let the used water drain, calmly Ran lifted the both of you up with you still on his cock and turned on the shower. The hot water was cascading over your bodies, you affectionately lathered off the conditioner from the boys two toned hair and then threaded your fingers through it to feel it's softness.

"I'm gonna let you down on your feet again okay doll?" You smiled at the old pet name and nodded. Inch by inch he pulled you off his member and you whines at the feeling of emptiness while he winced. Once you were back on your feet you looked up at him as he took his hands into your hair to rinse off the product. Now all that was left was to wash your bodies properly.

You were back in your room and Ran had changed into some boxers he had left at your place who knows how long ago while you were in one of his casual oversized shirts. Ran got into your warm bed first and welcomed you in as he spooned you, you found your phone under your bed and was fretted with seven messages, four from Kakucho, and three from Rindou, your eyes widened at the realization from earlier but dismissed it as a problem the future you would have to deal with. For now you and Ran basked in each other's presence his arm was wrapped around your waist as you held his hand with his leg over your hips and his head laying on your head.

"So... are we officially dating now y/N?"

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souryogurt64 · 2 years

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What’s your top five favorite Pete Wentz lore? Stories that people rarely remember or overlook about him?

1. i genuinely think its really cool that he seems to be really troubled and kind of a strange guy. like i think its interesting that he was like this millionaire rockstar with a miniature empire yet he lived with his mom until he was 27 and would watch childrens cartoons and collect 80s toys and would do things like write unhinged rants in paper letter form to general mills about count chocula. he also has a lot of mental issues, he lost a lot of weight when he got divorced to the point of being very sick, he had his house searched for cameras, was terrified of flying because he was worried about hijackings/being taken hostage and needed to drive or have patrick or his dad with him, a couple of his friends (travie and gabe) have mentioned needing to drop everything to be with him because he was having an episode of some kind, hes attempted suicide at least once, hes been arrested at least once probably more, he went to one of those scared straight camps, he did a lot of drugs most people dont do at super young ages like acid and mdma when he was only 13, he wrote in his book about religious delusions, stuff like that.

2. everyone ive spoken to that knows him or knew him personally and verified their identity to me (4 people) has really divisive things to say about how he actually is, so hes a really polarizing person i think. there were a lot of random anons ive gotten over the years but im talking about those 4. even people ive spoken to that hated him personally for very good and justified reasons honestly seemed to have a soft spot.

3. his entire relationship with ryan is fascinating imo and very little of it was really publicized by the pr circuit but was on ryans livejournal account— the whole concept of him finding this 17 year old kid with an abusive alcoholic father that hero worshipped him and bonding over and writing about the extremely fucked up and overtly queer books by chuck palahniuk and having them be an overnight sensation only for the band to painfully tailspin into something awful. ive written so much corny annoying shit about that, i know its kind of exploitative and rude and voyeuristic to say this as theyre still only like 40 but thats always felt like velvet goldmine or some shit to me and very rock and roll tragedy

4. i think its really fascinating how he used to stash secret journals around online and communicate the urls in a secret code in tweets or whatever. and how he literally published a book as a roman a clef and acts like its all fiction when its probably mostly true. i also like that theres rumors he writes fanfiction about himself lmaooo

5. he has a pretty smile and sparkly eyes <3

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astro211 · 3 years

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Developed vs. Underdeveloped traits

Take this with grain of salt. Its not a full list just small descriptions (mostly for fun) Use Sun Moon or Rising.

LIBRA

Developed: They are diplomatic and charming people. They can stand on their own and aren’t scared to disagree with someone, because they know how to do so in a respectful manner, and if that person has an issue with it, its okay because libra knows it’s not their problem to fix. They are be polite but more authentic. Certainly the type you can take home to momma. They can create a true balance between things/people. They easily see things from another’s perspective and are great at collaborating with people. They are wonderfully creative and use their creative and romantic abilities to create beautiful connections with other individuals. Low-key mind readers.

Underdeveloped: Can be way too concerned with finding someone to love/having someone love them. They can be dependent and as a result sacrifice authenticity for company. They don’t create real bonds because they may be too agreeable and lack an opinion becoming a mirror of the person/people they are with. They can struggle with the unfairness of the world. They can be shallow, flirtatious and flakey. struggle with being a door-matt. Lack backbone. They say things they think you want to hear. They deeply fear confrontation and are very avoidant and it can create a bad rep. Generally they may be basic and sooo corny.

SCORPIO

Developed: Fiercely intelligent and their intuition is like a superpower. They can’t be fooled or its not an easy task. They are able to let things go and welcome the changes that come. They transform into something greater. The Phoenix is often referred to with scorpio/pluto. They have a need to change and transform, so they satisfy this by burning away the useless parts of themselves ~even if it’s most of them~ then they are reborn into what is greater and stronger than before. They can get to the root of things and can make for wonderful artists. They know their power (and boy do they have power) and wield it wisely. Charming babes, very perceptive and don’t have time for BS so they keep it real.

Underdeveloped: Emo babies. They can be way too edgy and people may have to constantly tip toe around them otherwise risking being attacked. This is because underdeveloped scorpio placements can be paranoid, hypersensitive and perceive anything as a personal attack. They don’t know how to deal with the depths of their emotions, resulting in a hypersensitive edge lord that probably can’t handle any sort of lighthearted joke. They perhaps have yet to chop away at the no longer useful parts of themselves and this can result in a self-destructive nature. I predict a tendency towards the ‘fuck it’ mindset which ultimately fucks them over. Intense but in a manner that pushes people away.

SAGITTARIUS

Developed: Glorious sunshine babies who radiate pure joy and deserve to be beloved by all. (Im a sagittarius so I would know;) ). They are honest. They can see the truth for what it is. Even with the cruel realities of the world but they still remain joyful and optimistic. They know when/how to keep their mouths shut. They’re thoughtful and charming. They can see the bigger picture and how beautiful it is and they share that image with those around them, inspiring themselves and others to aim high. They bring up the moods of those around them. Funny and able to roll with the punches. They are fearless and focused. They work hard and their positive outlooks bring them good luck.

Underdeveloped: Blunt. Their honesty can be very misguided and it can create really awkward situations. They can be sooo laid back that they don’t even care about how they impact those around them or even what happens to themselves (similar to scorpios ‘fuck it’ I’ve seen this with both). They can be hotheaded and stubbornly preachy, insisting their way is the only and right way. They exaggerate often because they haven’t developed their inner storyteller. They procrastinate and escape any difficulties because they don’t know how to handle negativity in life. Their escapist nature can make them flakey. Not the best people to lean on because they’ll vanish esp. if they feel like there is too much responsibility on their shoulders.

CAPRICORN

Developed: These babies work hard and they kick ass! They have unstoppable self-care/ compassion for themselves. They don’t fear failure, instead they use it to their advantage and learn from it. They, like sagittarius, look to the future and can see whats possible and as a result they prepare and are very disciplined as they know hard work pays off. They evaluate people and things and easily can determine who and what is worth their time, and are disciplined about not wasting their time energy or resources. Once they decide someone/thing is worthy they are devoted. They are serious at times but its rooted in practicality.

Underdeveloped: They can be stubborn and struggle to work well with others. Too prideful. They know what needs to be done and they don’t like the idea of other people getting in their way. They can be very cynical and this may skew their visions of the future, for their prepared nature is meant to help them but this may demotivate them instead if they are plagued by self-doubt. Their cold and bitchy when they shouldn’t be. They can be way to serious and constantly be putting a damper on things. Difficulty being open or vulnerable with anyone. They live life alone because its easier and safer than devoting yourself to someone who may stab you in the back and leave you bleeding in the cold.

AQUARIUS

Developed: These guys are trend setters. Icons. They don’t need anybody’s approval. They change the world. They bring people together. Fearless when they fight for what they believe in. Nothing can hold them back, stares, words of discouragement; they know what they’re doing and not you nor anybody else can stop them. They’re very intelligent. Compassionate as hell and they really love hard. They are the masters of not giving a fuck. They are visionaries. Great leaders. They do their own thing and yeah they probably stand out and are very capable of influencing those around them. Authentic, cool and unforgettable.

Underdeveloped: Lone wolf. Extreme in a manner that pushes people away. They have to stand out even if its for negative reasons. They distance themselves from other people. They’re too in their head and just observe instead of live. They might do whatever they can to blend in or people please. They want to be part of a group so much it stops them from being an individual OR they consistently keep people at arms length so they feel disconnected from people, and it fuels the idea they’re just too strange and unique for human connection. They may be very contradictory and confusing.

PISCES

developed: Confident, creative compassionate. These folks can create a whole new world and if you’re lucky you’ll be invited in. They have a healing nature/ their positive energy is intoxicating and brings people up. They take care of themselves; they extend their empathy towards themselves /past present future self/ which enables them to take care of themselves. i.e. forgiving past self to move forward// doing things now to help future self. Pisces high levels of sensitivity can make them rather magical. Fantastic artists. Big hearts.

Underdeveloped: Escapists. Cant handle the world, would rather eat, drink sleep, etc. They isolate and dream but in a damaging way. The world drains them, perhaps because they have yet to emotionally figure out where they end and the world around them begins. They can take on a victim mentality. Lying is another poor energy this sign might lean into. Deception. Laziness. Hypersensitivity. They really need solid boundaries in order to flourish. sure, we all do but Pisces energy is particularly delicate to the energy around them so esp. for this sign. Directionless and not fully present.

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Distractions and O.W.L.S ✧ Draco x Reader

Summary: You start neglecting yourself and Draco when you begin stressing for O.W.L.S. The studying finally took its toll on you that landed you in the hospital wing but Draco helps you end the night on a good note.

Warnings and Perks: being stressed, over studying, fainting ! and corniness

Words: 2K (sorry for any mistakes its 3 AM !!!!!)

A/N: omg i am currently working on some requests and on Healing Heart 4, but i’ve had this scenario stuck in my head all night bc i was listening to a slowed down version of stuff we did from UP and so i thought id share it with everyone since i havent posted in like 2 days <3 do not own gif but pretend that you and Dracoooo <3

It was the beginning of June, weeks away from O.W.L.S, which meant weeks away from another ending of a school year at Hogwarts. What bothered you the most wasn’t the fact that you had homework piled up to the ceilings, or that Snape has been snapping at you all week and took away 5 house points from you, or that you were drowning in a sea of textbooks and notes that you kept studying for your upcoming exams; it was the fact that you had barely seen Draco in nearly two weeks. You were so busy with schoolwork and focused on getting outstanding marks, you hadn’t even realized you were neglecting your own boyfriend.

Of course, the two of you would find each other in the Great Hall during breakfast and you’d give him a quick hello and goodbye kiss faster than he could even register what was happening and by the time he did, you were already out the door and rushing towards your first class. At this point, you were acting like the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, always frantic and in a rush. Your hair was wild and untamed, you had dark bags under your eyes from the all-nighters you were pulling, your robes and clothes underneath were in disarray and wrinkled.

To make it worse, you never let Draco study with you. He constantly asked and you always gave him the same answer.

“If I study with you, I’ll never get anything done.”

Which was true. He was very distracting with his quiet jokes in the library, or when he would look up at you with his sparkling gray eyes when you would try to ask him a question that just flew from your mind at the sight, or smile at you with a wide toothy grin that lit up the room when you got sidetracked and talked to him, or the way he rested his hand on your thigh when he would sit beside you while you quietly read or wrote but the only thing you could focus on was his fiery touch. Really, it wasn’t him who would distract you; it was you who distracted yourself with him. And that was evident when you tried to remember everything you’ve learned in the past school term and came up blank because for some reason your brain only retained information and memories that contained Draco throughout the past year.

So you figured a little time away from him wouldn’t hurt. Because if you didn’t pass these O.W.L.S, you felt like everyone would be disappointed in you, especially yourself. So you locked yourself away in your dorm and crammed and jam-packed your brain with information until you eventually passed out hunched over a book with drool blurring the ink on your pages. You avoided the library for studying, knowing Draco would go looking for you or Madam Pince would distract you halfway through your note taking to kick you out for the night.

Mornings always came the same, you waking up randomly over your desk a few minutes before breakfast and changing into a new pair of robes as quickly as you could while trying your best to smooth your hair down with your hands. This morning was different, however. You woke up to one of your roommates shaking you violently while she spoke your name loudly above you, but it sounded distant. You shot up in a hot flash, wiping your mouth of any saliva and groaning when you started to feel the pounding in your head that seemed to shake up your whole brain. “Thank Merlin, you’re awake!” Your roommate exclaimed in relief. “You looked dead, honestly. But class is starting in twenty and you’ve missed breakfast.”

“Twenty?” you frown, letting your swelling head fall into your hands. “I don’t want to deal with Snape right now, I feel awful.”

“I’m going to try to say this as nice as possible,” she sighs, placing a hand on your shoulder, “but it shows.”

“Thanks,” you scowl. You try to get up from your chair but gasp in pain as your muscles cramp at the movement like a rickety old man.

“Maybe you should go to Madam Pomfrey,” she suggests, trying to help you up but you shoo her.

“No, I’m fine,” you rush to interject. “I will not be missing Potions, no.”

She gave you a shrug, backing away in defeat as she let you rush to change into new robes and attempt to brush down the matted mess that’s supposed to be your hair but gave up halfway through and threw it into an updo. The headache was not a good combination with the scalp pain from combing out knots. Your roommate waited for you with pitied eyes, following closely behind you as you hurried out of the room and towards the exit.

You sped walked out with her but didn’t see the mop of platinum blond that was waiting for you outside the entrance of the common room. You had zero awareness of his presence until his hand had reached out to hold onto your wrist, stopping your near sprint towards the class. Your roommate stopped too, eyeing the two of you and the look on the Slytherin’s face before she continued walking.

“What? Draco, let go,” you move away from him and he quickly drops your arm. “I’m going to be late.”

You began to walk away from him, but he stepped in front of you, stopping you again.

“Why weren’t you at breakfast?”

“I overslept,” you answered gruffly. “Now, move! If I’m late, Snape will have my head on a stick.”

“Y/N, you need to slow down,” he frowns, “all this studying and rushing around everywhere is going to land you in the hospital wing. You look sick already, I’m worried.”

“I’m not sick!” You huff, throwing your head back in irritation. “If you really cared about me, you’d let me go to class instead of insulting me.”

“I’m not insulting you. Am I so terrible to tell you that you look like you’re about to pass out any second?”

“Yes, you are terrible,” you sneer, the pounding in your head was getting stronger each passing second. “Instead of-”

Your train of thought was violently stopped in its angry tracks, you stumble back and begin blinking hard at the spots that quickly started to dot your vision. Your hand instinctively reached out towards Draco, which he grabbed and hurriedly darted forward towards you, gripping onto you before you could meet the ground, your vision going black and your consciousness out the door.

Draco felt himself begin to panic. He promptly began to feel guilty, feeling like it was his fault that you even fainted in the first place because of the argument he had accidentally started.

He gathered you up in his arms, one arm sliding under your knees and the other under your neck as he swiftly picked you up and began his frantic journey towards the hospital wing.

When he got you to Madam Pomfrey, she instructed him to set you down on one of the beds and kicked him out of the room while she started her treatment. His heart was beating so fast, he wanted nothing more than to stay by your side so he halfheartedly threatened her with his father and she ended up letting him stay with a deep sigh while he stood idly by your bed. When Madam Pomfrey was done, she left the two of you alone. Draco wasted no time in sitting at the foot of your bed, his hand finding its way into your cold one that laid limply beside you. He watched your sleeping figure with a relief as he noticed that whatever Pomfrey gave you had speedily began to affect you. Your skin no longer looked ghastly and dull, but healthy again and tinged with pink. The dark circles underneath your eyes had faded just a little bit, leaving only slight bags as you finally slept.

He waited maybe 12 hours for you to wake up. After missing his first class, he had decided to go to the rest of his classes as Madam Pomfrey swore to him up and down that you would not wake up any earlier. He begrudgingly obliged and skipped all his meals instead to spend his short free time with you. When his final class ended, he almost ran back to the hospital wing. He occupied the rest of his time with a book he had found thrown somewhere around the room. The book was long forgotten the second he felt your hand twitch and your body begin to stir, your tired e/c’s looking around the room in confusion before landing on him. He scooted himself closer to you, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face as he looked at you with pure concern. It was the same look he had when he confronted you earlier and with that one look, you were able to recall everything that had happened before your collapse.

“I’m sorry I said you’re terrible,” you croak out sadly, your hand wrapping around his wrist and squeezing it gently.

“I’m sorry I made you faint,” he says. “How are you feeling?”

“That was my own fault,” you chortle, “but I feel really good. I know I fainted and all, but I feel much better with whatever Madam Pomfrey gave me.”

“I can tell,” he smiles, moving himself a little back as you sat up with a newfound strength. “She said you can leave when you wake up.”

“Good, now help me out of this bed.”

Draco took your hand and you hopped out of bed excitedly, turning towards him and giving him a tight hug that he returned twice as hard.

“If you’re not too tired, can I show you something?” He asks from above you, his arms still wrapped strongly around you.

“Yes, please,” you answer with a nod against his chest.

Draco steps away from you before taking your hand and walking the two of you out of the hospital wing and towards the stairs that led to the astronomy tower. When you reached the top, huffing, and puffing, he asked you again if you were okay to which you answered with an eager nod.

"Tonight is a blood moon,” he smiles, pointing up towards the very large orange and reddish moon in the starry night sky. It shone brightly but still gave off little light in its wake, the astronomy tower was almost dark, but you still managed to see the blond perfectly, he was watching you with a happy and loving glint in his eyes that you were able to notice. “I was planning on asking you to see it with me tonight, but we kind of ended up elsewhere.”

You threw yourself into his arms, your face buried deep in his robes and the heat radiating off his chest warmed you up in the comfiest way.

“You’re the best, Dray,” you mumble into the cloth of his robes, the clothing vibrating underneath you as he chuckled. You pulled away and gazed up at him, smiling when he placed a kiss on your forehead.

The two of you unknowingly began to sway back in forth in each other’s arms, his hands resting on your lower back while yours were looped loosely around the back of his neck.

“You scared me today,” he begins quietly, “and every day since you’ve started your studying.”

“I know,” you frown, “I’m sorry.”

“Promise me you’ll stop overworking yourself,” he says softly. “I know you’re scared you’ll fail, but I promise you won’t. You’re one of the smartest people I know and I know you’ll get outstanding marks on everything.”

“You think so?” you ask hopefully, your eyes trained on the burnt orange moon as you took in his words.

“I know so.”

A few more minutes of silence pass by, your head now leaning against his chest as the two of you still danced silently. And as if he read your mind, Draco began humming a soft and off-pitch rendition of Claire de Lune. You would laugh every time he forgot a note and would go silent for a moment before backtracking and humming it correctly.

You don’t know how long the two of you stayed up there dancing slowly in each other’s arms with Draco trying his best to hum the top classics of the classical’s, his lips finding yours every now and then to kiss you longingly and tenderly, but one thing was for sure; it was bliss.

Maybe distracting yourself with Draco wasn’t such a bad thing.

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