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sheliesshattered · 1 year

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So it’s occurred to me that I’ve got about 32 weeks until everything needs to be done for Dragon Con -- and for the first time since 2010, I’ll actually be working for most if not all of that. Work takes up a lot of time and energy (and I absolutely cannot slack on things like getting enough sleep and keeping up with self-directed physical therapy), and two months into this ten month contract it’s looking like I really won’t have much if any time to sew during the week. Maybe once I get to the handsewing stage I can fit that in here and there, but for the most part we’re just talking about 32 weekends to pull everything together

Which is to say, if I want to actually make anything new for Dragon Con, I need to get moving on it pretty quick here. I have a couple of cosplays I really want to make. One of them is lower priority, I’m not super into the fandom and it’ll still be recognizable a year or two from now. But the other one I definitely want to make for Dragon Con 2023.

So that’s what I’m going to be working on first. I’ve had a plaid shirt on my sewing table since like October (shortly before the new work situation suddenly happened) and I’m just not inspired to work on it, and it doesn’t have a deadline so it’s been easy to let slide. I’m going to pack that up to finish next fall, and shift gears into this cosplay that I am inspired to work on, and does have a deadline.

One of my all-time favorite Dragon Con experiences was when I cosplayed as Daenerys Targaryen in 2011, in her Dothraki outfit (complete with edible horse heart prop!). The show was popular and I was really into it, the GoT meetup was a blast, and random people shouted ‘khaleesi!’ at me in the hallways, it was fantastic. Twelve years later I’m still not quite ready to do another edible jello prop, but the whole cosplay was a lot of fun.

I’m not going to try to reproduce that moment in time or how popular that cosplay was. But it’s a good memory, and it helped me narrow down on what I want to make for 2023, especially if I only end up being able to make one new thing.

I definitely want to represent the House Of The Dragon fandom and my love for Rhaenyra, and after going through all of her s1 outfits I’ve narrowed down on the red dress with the lace-on sleeves that she wears in episodes 7 and 8. I tend to think of it as the dress that best embodies when Rhaenyra is happily together with her soulmate. She’s still wearing it years after the events of Driftmark, even when she’s pregnant and the dress is starting to be just a liiiittle too small. It’s a dress that makes her happy, that represents happy moments in her life, and that’s the side of Rhaenyra I most want to portray.

It’s also a good project for my set of skills in particular. There’s enough interesting things going on with it, particularly trim and beading, that I know I can make it into something eye-catching. But the shapes are pretty simple, and I have a lot of experience fitting that sort of princess-seamed dress to myself. I can sink my teeth into it without having to first make a foundational corset or something. And it should be pretty comfortable to wear around the con, with simple comfy shoes. The only one of my cosplay-for-cons checklist that it doesn’t check off is that there’s no good place to hide pockets in it, but eh I’ll figure out something.

I’ve been thinking about this cosplay seriously for about a month now, and in that time I’ve gathered up a bunch of reference photos, done a sketch of where all the seams are, and sourced all the fabric (3 kinds), trim (2 plus lacing cords) and beading (3 different types, plus lacing rings and grommets) that I’m going to need. I want to make it as screen-accurate as possible, but also stick to natural fibers like silk, cotton, and rayon for the lining. Particularly with the materials, I want it to look like something befitting the future queen of Westeros.

Today I cleaned up the mess of Christmas stuff that had encroached on my sewing space, and then took a bunch of measurements of myself so that I can draft a new pattern from scratch. I do have some existing princess-seam self-drafted patterns that fit me, but they’re not quite right (7 panels instead of 10, bust seam curves towards the armscye rather than continuing up over the shoulder) and were made with a different bra in mind, so I figured I’d just start from scratch, and use those as reference as needed.

After that I needed to take a little sit-down break (it’s all about pacing for this working spoonie) and thought I’d throw together a Tumblr post to start to chronicle the making of this cosplay. Next up, I’m going to actually pack that plaid shirt project away in a shoe box for next fall, and then see if I can start in on drafting tonight.

Once I’ve got the pattern drafted, I’ll need to go out and buy some muslin for a mock-up, as I don’t have nearly enough on hand. As soon as I’m even mostly confident in the mock-up I’ll start ordering fabric, as some of it is coming internationally and may take awhile to get here. I can keep fiddling with the fit of the mock-up while I’m waiting on fabric -- really all I need to know at this stage is how much yardage to order.

Whew, okay. 32 weekends to go. Let’s do this.

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misguidedasgardian · 2 years

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Moon of my life

MY MASTERLIST

Your boyfriend Jake loves you and supports you in your journey to self love <3

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Fem!Plus size reader

Warnings: some GOT geekness and references, fluff, Jake has a thigh kink, pet names (khaleesi, my sun and stars, moon of my life, babe, others), oral sex (f receiving), smut, unprotected morning sex (remember guys, no birthday party without a hat), reader is self conscious, stretch marks reference, Jake likes it when we squeeze his head with our thighs, some special guest showing up at the end

Notes: This is self indulgence and I wanted to share it with you guys, hope you like <3 This is my first JJ and I think he is the sweetest, and I totally see myself having a relationship with him hahaha

“Yer jalan atthirari anni (moon of my life)” Jake whispered in your ear as he kissed your temple and wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind. You stopped looking at your reflection to look at your boyfriend

“Babe you learned how to say it!” you celebrated, smiling at the reflection, grabbing his arms caressing his arms with the tip of your fingers, “Yer shekh ma shieraki (my sun and stars),” you answered, he smiled just as brightly as you

“Geek!” he mocked, and released you from his hold as you giggled

“Yeri Vosecchi” you said, dramatically, “Yeri vadrivoe” he laughed loudly as he returned to you, grabbing your sides and drawing you to him . He kissed you again, in a way you knew you weren't going to get out of the room.

Suddenly and in a wink, you were on the bed with your boyfriend on top of you

“You have to go to your soccer practice” you moaned, when he left your lips to draw kisses and nibbles down your jaw and going for your neck

“They won’t mind when I tell em’ the reason I’m late is because I got caught between your thighs” he removed your cotton pajama pants, and you let him, there was something about mornings with your boyfriend that always had you so horny, but before you let him indulge in you, you looked at the window, where the sun shined brightly, illuminating the room and you both in heavy detail

“Let’s close the curtains” you begged, grabbing his shoulders, stopping him

“But then I won’t be able to see you” he said, surprised, you just smiled at him, embarrassed. You have had sex with Jake multiple times, but you still navigating how comfortable you were with him seeing you, like, really really seeing you. He hadn't noticed but you always let him go down on you when there was little or no light at all. His movements halted when he took your pants off, waiting for you

“I’m a little embarrassed” you muttered

“Why?” he looked hurt, like you didn’t trust him. You closed your legs, in a way of protecting yourself from his gaze

“My thighs” you said, like it was obvious

“What about them?” he asked, placing his big hands over your knees

“They have, stretch marks and they are too thick” you explained

“I love your thighs” he said, smiling widely, “And I love your stretch marks, you look like the hottest, coolest tiger ever, and I LOVE…” he pushed your knees opening you for him, “YOUR FREAKING THIGHS” He growled like a caveman, making you laugh, forgetting about your self consciousness when you let him slide your panties off of you

“You do?” you asked

“As much as I love this pussy” he purred, and you couldn't help but hide your face between your hands. But your hands abandoned your face to grab the sheets when he started dropping kisses in your soft skin.

“Your skin is so soft right here” he whispered, creating goosebumps with his thick breath against your inner thighs, he made a trail of wet kisses towards your core and you breathed in, expecting what was coming and excited about it.

A moan escaped your mouth when he kissed your right over your clit, and then he chuckled against your folds. his tongue made his appearance, licking where he dropped kisses

“Jake” you called, lost in the sensations of his big hands squeezing your thighs, his tongue drawing lazy shapes on your pussy lips

He ate you out like a man starved, his open mouth all over your folds, his tongue lapping at you, taking everything you gave him, but then, he separated himself

“Babe?” he asked, looking at you

“Yes?” you asked, breathlessly

“I want you to squeeze my head” he demanded, and you looked at him, confused

“What?” he hugged your thighs with his arms, making you close them trapping his head in between

“Squeeze my head babe” he purred, an you just nodded and he dove right back in your pussy, still with each of his arms around each of your legs

“I’m going to suffocate you” you warned, scared

“The fucking best way to go” he purred, with his nose rubbing your clit, and his tongue fucking your hole. You felt your orgasm building quickly, and before you knew it, you were squeezing his head between your thighs, and moving your hips towards his face. He just moaned and growled.

“That’s it baby” he said, like a prayer, “Just let go, give me everything,” and like a comand, you cummed all over his face, and he drank it all, all your juices he drawn from you he took greedily

When he resurfaced from your pussy, you released him

“Jake” you called, like a plea, “I want you inside me”

“Your wish is my command” sometimes he could be such a geek, but you loved him specially because of it. His hands traveled upwards, from your legs to your hips, grabbing his shirt that you were wearing revealing your skin, he leaned in to kiss every inch as he was advancing towards your belly. The need to cover yourself was intense, but you breathed it in when you saw your boyfriend’s golden head as he kissed you intensely traveling north. He didn’t care, he was adoring you, every inch of you, and he reassured you when he looked at you with those shiny and playful eyes you liked so much

“Fuck I can’t believe you are my girlfriend” he whispered, kissing just above your belly buttom

“‘I'm the one that can't believe it,” you responded. He smiled and wet all the way to your face to kiss you, it was your time to caress him, your hands traveling from his hairs, to his neck, to his shoulders, growling when his shirt provided you from touching his warm skin, so you found the hem and your hands traveled north, touching every muscle and ridge of his toned body. You felt him smile against your mouth as he placed his hands right beside your shoulders so he wouldn’t crush you. You doubted he ever could though. Your fingers tickled him in the skin of his groin teasing him, touching the waistband of his gray sweatpants, so you took them out with his help, releasing his thick cock. You moaned at the sight of the shiny tip, already leaking precum, but you couldn't keep admiring him, since he kissed you, devouring you whole.

You grabbed his dick with one of your hands, you needed him, he growled on your mouth

“I want you on top” he said, smiling softly, you shook your head. “Pretty please?” he grabbed you and in a single movement, he turned you and you were on top of him in a second

“Jake!” you giggled, trying to straddle him, to remove your weight from him, but he grabbed you by your thighs, tightly, making you gasp, but laying your weight on his waist. You fighted a little when he tried to pull his shirt off of you

“Please” he begged, and you closed your eyes as you let him, not wanting to see his reaction, but what you felt instead was his big hands caressing your hips, waist, your soft belly, your full breasts, his thumbs rubbing your nipples until they pebbled, and you were moaning in a second

“You are so beautiful” he purred, “I want you to ride me” you only nodded, lost in him. you raised your hips only a little and Jake help you with one of his hands grabbing on your hip, and the other over your hand to line his cock with your entrance

You whined when he teased you with his tip

“Babe” you called, pleading him

“Sink into me” he demanded, and you nodded sinking into him, his thick and big cock spreading you open for him

“Oh God” you moaned, stretched with pleasure, a electricity

“Yes!” he growled, his eyes closed ad his head turning back against the pillows when your walls strangled him, “Always so tight for me, sweet girl” he moaned, his hands on your hips so tightly he was going to leave bruises, he was enticing you to move, so you did, you place one of your hands in his chest, for stability, to star moving your hips back and forth, creating a friction that soon got you both insane, starts were clouding your vision when you found the exact angle that ade his tip touch that spongy spot.

“Jake” you called, as he called your name, his hands now on your thighs, caressing them and his eyes admiring your form, and in that moment, riding your man, at the brink of another mind blowing and loving giving orgasm, you felt like a goddess, who was drawing this sounds and gestures of pleasures from this gorgeous man

“I love you so much” he said, with half lidded enamored eyes

“I love you too” you responded, leaning in to kiss him, and after you did, his mouth reached one of your breasts, catching your nipple in his mouth. You moaned as you moved even faster, fucking yourself into him, he helping you, moving his on hips upwards to meet your movements. It was too much, your hands on his head, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix, his tongue and soft grazing of his teeth in the sensitive skin

You cummed all over his dick, your juices pooling at the base, his hips kept you in place as he als groaned, filling you up with his cum, painting your walls, with an intensity that left you both breathless. You just fell over his chest, your sweaty cheek sticky against his pec, both of you trying to catch your breath

“That was amazing” he purred, caressing your back and kissing the crown of your head, you just whined in an affirmative way, not being able to even speak

With a kiss on your temple and a smile he left you in the bed and exited the apartment to his soccer practice

You adjusted your top again, trying to get it as low as you could, without compromising your cleavage. You took a long sigh when you checked the entirety of your outfit again.

You like this outfit

It looks good on you

You repeated on your head like a mantra

You like this outfit

But not in you.

You shook your head

Yes you do, you nod again in a last twirl in front of the full size mirror

Yes, the top was short, it was more accurately described as a crop top, but you thought it was cute… and Jake saw you eyeing it when you went to the mall last week and got it for you. It was your favorite color and short sleeved and a cute deep V neck. You decided to wear a neutral colored short cotton top under it, that hugged your breast a little too tight to help the neckline. It was short enough to leave a thin, even less than an inch of skin before it met your high waisted jeans. Ok the longer you stared at it, the longer you’d find more flaws to it, so just breathed and looked away to grab your bag and finally put your favorite shoes, you took another breath before you opened the door to your apartment and walked out

You looked good

You repeated again, nodding to yourself, you tried not to catch your own reflection in the mirror of the elevator, giving yourself your own back to look at the steel door.

There are other people out there, who look just like you. You told yourself, and they dress like they want, they don’t care what other people think or say, and they are confident, and you can be like that too, you are all goddesses in your own way.

Another long breath and the elevator doors opened, you walked out to meet the doorman of your building, you greeted with a soft hello and he answered back.

In every step you took you felt more confident, as the people you encountered paid you no mind, gave you no dirty looks, no snarky comments. You breathed more freely as you reached the light in the corner, you caught your reflection in the window of a building as you waited for the green light, and you liked what you saw, you liked these jeans, they were comfortable, and you liked this top, and they looked good on you. You smiled to yourself and you liked the reflection even more, so you played your favorite song and started walking towards the park to get your boyfriend who was just finishing his practice

You saw Jake at the other side of the small park, on his soccer practice with his friends, suddenly, you felt self conscious again as you were almost the only one there, so you grabbed your bag tightly to try to calm yourself, and as you locked eyes with your boyfriend who smiled widely as he saw you approach, he opened his arms in a grand gesture, calling the attention of the other guys in the group.

Oh gods, was your top too tight? Is the neckline too revealing? your jeans accentuating your hips?

“Holy shit!” Jake screamed, an you shrieked in your place, embarrassed at his reaction, grabbing your purse tightier and wishing you had brought a hoodie with you, “Fuck me you are a smoke show”

“Jake, stop it!” you begged, he literally ran towards you as he cradled your face with his big hands, and leaned in to kiss your lips, you giggled against him, as he wrapped your arms around you, even if he was sweaty, “Damn you look so hot!” he purred against your lips

“It’s just a top and jeans” you muttered, still embarrassed, but feeling butterflies in your tummy when he looked at you

“There is nothing hotter than confidence my Khaleesi” he responded, “Well, except from you, obviously, and the combination is like wildfire”

“You are embarrassing me stop lying” you whispered

“May Thor strike me dead if I’m lying” he said, pretending to be extremely offended while he placed his hand on his chest like I hurt him. You both walked towards the small group, you tried to stay as close to Jake as you could, sticking to his side, “Hey guys, this is my girlfriend, (Y/N)” He introduced, and you wanted the earth to swallow you when he placed his big hands on you shoulders, putting you right in front of him, “She has the hottest thighs and speaks dothraki”

“I don’t” you giggled, but waved at the bunch of sweaty, beefy guys that were staring at you, all of them hot, complete smoke shows, model and actor material. Oh gods, where are they going to mock you? wondered what Jake saw in you? he talked about you like you were Beyonce, and you certainly weren't her… so… But the looks in their eyes, weren’t of disgust, or mockery, like you were expecting

“My sun and stars, these are my soccer team, or what remains, the others already left but, he is Steve, Bucky, Ari, and Charles” you waved awkwardly, completely embarrassed

“Oh so you are the reason he is late” your legs could burn from Steve’s stare

“You really told them?” you asked with greeted teeth, now you really wanted the earth to swallow you

“Jake can’t shut up about you” purred Ari, also trailing the entirety of your body with his eyes. Nah, you had to be hallucinating, they couldn’t be looking at you in that way, "Normally we would say that a morny would slow us down but today Jensen was freaking inspired" you felt like you could pass out

“Careful Jensen” the one he called Bucky said as he looked at you hungryly, “someone may steal her from you”

Jake looked at you, and you recognize the fear in his eyes as he grabbed your hand tightly

Now it was your turn to help him in his journey of self love

Post chapter notes: I really needed this, been feelig down lately, I hope you liked it! <3

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benjiwyatt · 3 years

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do you have any ben/leslie headcanons! i love your posts abt them so much it's great to see someone get as emotional abt them as i am asjdkajhjd

i got this message and i was like "god, i dont really know if i have any headcanons" and then i opened my notes app and started typing and didn't stop for over an hour

i'm literally putting this under a break and organizing it into categories bc it's absurdly long

here it is

A COLLECTION OF BEN AND LESLIE HEADCANONS

PRE-RELATIONSHIP/S3

basically canon but leslie definitely had a crush on a young benji wyatt and followed the story religiously for the first couple months before she started college

ben is only slightly jealous leslie had ann go out with chris to try and get more money for the parks budget rather than leslie asking him out with the same goal. he knows it’s insane, unethical, and illogical but he’s still excited that he gets to spend the night with her on a date plus two other people even if it is to accuse her of bribery.

ann realizes early on that leslie was attracted to ben and teases her mercilessly about it. she thinks it’s absolutely hilarious that leslie wants to make out with "mean ben.” after april and andy’s wedding, she realizes it's more than just attraction and she lays off.

before ben can even think rationally about what he’s doing, he’s in line at bed, bath, and beyond with a crock pot in his arms, calling stephanie to ask her to send him their family’s chicken soup recipe

ann knew ben liked her from the beginning and was totally positive when she ran into him in the hospital asking for leslie’s room number while holding jj’s waffles and a tub of homemade soup.

ben realizes he’s falling in love with leslie when he is at city hall with her until 3am one night trying to budget for the amount of cotton candy machines she wants for the harvest festival. in his exhaustion, he naively believes her when she tells him she’ll go home in a bit so he leaves. he never gets a text from saying she made it home so he stops at jj’s the next morning and brings a takeout container of waffles and a coffee complete with an outlandish amount of whipped cream and sugar to the parks department. he finds her asleep in the conference room. he starts trying to convince sweetums to donate more cotton candy machines that afternoon.

chris had to have known ben liked leslie. he’s not an idiot. in the deleted scene from their wedding, they read out emails from their “tumultuous first week in pawnee” and chris writes to ben saying, “why are you so focused on leslie knope?” ben replies saying, “i’m not. whatever. shut up.” there’s no way chris is this oblivious. ben takes her out for a beer. ben pays out of pocket for a children’s performer to help her out. ben shows up on chris and ann’s date just because he thinks leslie might be there. chris can’t be this dumb. but when they take the city manager jobs in pawnee, he knows it can’t happen so he cuts ben off when he starts to ask about dating someone in city hall. he cracks down on the rule in front of leslie after the tom incident to hammer it in. he starts setting ben up on a bunch of dates to try and head it off. he sends them to indianapolis for the little league pitch because, realistically, he knows they’re the best bet for success but makes sure to interrupt their dinner and invites them to his apartment to continue to run interference the rest of the night. after their fights in 4.06-4.08, he hopes he won’t have to worry anymore. the next work day, they come into his office looking nervous and happy and he knows he’s about to lose the partner and best friend that’s been by his side for the past decade.

april and andy knew they were secretly dating. it went unspoken aside from a few implicit teasing remarks from april and a few suggestive attempted high fives from andy but leslie assured ben they wouldn’t tell anyone despite their ostensible behavior.

BREAK UP

ben had commissioned the li’l sebastian plush for leslie after he had died but the toy shop didn’t finish it until after they broke up. he felt bad not going to pick it up so he did despite not being able to give it to her. he kept it for all those months and sometimes thought about getting rid of it but could never bring himself to do it.

when leslie made personalized copies her books for her friends with individualized annotations and notes in the bylines, she had two copies for ben. there was one that she gave him during their breakup that was very simplified and watered down where the note basically just said “i’m really glad you decided to stay in pawnee.” then there was a second copy that she kept while they were split up that was totally covered in notes and random thoughts she couldn’t say during their time apart. she gives him that copy when they get back together and it may or may not be the best gift he’s ever received.

april was much less abrasive with them during the break up because she’s a sweetheart and wants her friends to be happy.

the first time leslie admitted she was in love with him was during a long night of drinking and crying at ann’s house

ben craved the taste of sugar during their breakup because he got used to tasting the sweetness when he kissed her

ben found himself unable to sleep at night without the sound of leslie talking in her sleep to comfort him

april texted leslie the night of the halloween party to let her know that ben and andy were at the hospital after a fight and everything was fine and she didn’t need to worry. leslie was mad at andy for a few days after and he couldn’t figure out why.

the only photo in ben’s bedroom was of himself, leslie, and li’l sebastian at the harvest festival. if he got caught staring at it and crying, he would just say he missed li’l sebastian so much.

april and andy started having star wars and star trek movie nights to try and cheer ben up

DOMESTIC

ben and leslie got in the habit of having weekly game nights with april and andy during the campaign since they were all basically living together. it became a tradition that kept going as often as they could make it happen, even after the kids were born. they try to have game night at least once a month. april pretends to hate it.

one of my absolute favorite ideas about them is that she sleeps much better when he’s around to keep her grounded. after they get together for good, she starts getting closer to 5 hours of sleep a night.

another favorite involving leslie’s sleeping: ben is typically accustomed to tuning out incoherent nonsense that she babbles in her sleep but she also has some of her best ideas when she’s not busy trying to focus on a million different things. when he hears her coming up with legitimately good ideas or making speeches or having solid debate arguments, he takes out the notebook he keeps in his nightstand to record her thoughts and quotes. he revisits and revises the notes to strengthen her statements and make them more professional and less rambling but makes sure to keep her distinct voice apparent in them.

ben prefers pancakes to waffles but he will go to the grave with that secret

this isn’t a headcanon because nbc posted it but one of ben’s holidays on leslie’s calendar is watch synchronization day which is the day they celebrate syncing their watches to, as leslie puts it, “always be in harmony, like our hearts” which is just one of the sweetest fucking things in the world

leslie makes ben read and watch all the harry potters because he didn’t get into them when he first tried. ben is much more of a success than ann. she buys him a ravenclaw scarf for christmas.

their first fight as a couple was a historical debate gone awry

since ben clearly has some affinity for custom stuffed animals, he has some made for the triplets.

they’re both dog people but they adopt a cat because sonia and stephen beg for one and it does fit their busy lifestyle much better. they love the cat. they get a dog when the kids are older and life is slightly less hectic.

they both love striped shirts and sweaters so much that they have to make a conscious effort to avoid wearing them on the same day and matching

leslie makes sweets and bakes desserts while ben typically handles cooking the actual meals

BASED ON EPISODES, QUOTES, AND THROWAWAY LINES

i always loved the ann/ben dynamic in bus tour because there’s been such an obvious shift in ann’s attitude towards him in this episode. maybe it’s because she and tom just broke up and she just turned chris down again and she’s frustrated with relationships but i think it’s her realizing ben isn’t going anywhere. since the campaign is winding down, she realizes that things aren’t gonna go back to the way they were because ben is now part of this and he’s clearly in it for the long haul. ann’s definitely jealous that ben is just as important to leslie as she is and she now knows she’s never gonna get that full attention back. ann sits ben down to have a real “don’t you dare hurt her” speech after this ep and before win, lose, or draw. this is when he tells ann he wants to marry her.

they discover they both adore the princess bride after ben says “as you wish” to her one night and after that it becomes their movie.

the wildflower mural becomes a thing between them when ben says he considered that to be their first date, prompting leslie to tell him what the mural means to her.

ben puts banjo boogie bonanza on one of the mix cds he gives leslie at the beginning of their relationship

harrison ford movie nights start after they both reveal they had a crush on him as a kid. ben was obsessed with han solo and leslie was into indiana jones’ whole history teacher vibe.

they basically hate each other’s taste in music and stop exchanging mix cds once that becomes apparent that they aren’t gonna find much common ground. they both love tom petty, al green, and etta james and music in that vein though.

ben makes leslie watch game of thrones just to try to explain why he’s called her khaleesi. she gets into it, not so much because of the show itself, but because of how passionate her boyfriend is about it.

they start learning basic french during the s4 campaign because they think it will be useful to have a basic multilingual vocabulary for their political careers and because leslie confesses she has always dreamed of seeing paris. they study spanish next.

ben makes leslie watch the star wars prequels just so he can complain to her during them. he doesn’t think she’s paying attention and then he reads about midichlorians in the paper.

ann is also in on ben’s plan to sneak vegetables into leslie’s waffles.

they will sometimes jokingly refer to themselves as the “dream team” or “dynamic duo” because, despite chris’s absurdity, it’s true

i’m open to literally any origin of this because no matter what it’s perfect but i like to think that “i love you and i like you” started at some point in season 4 when, at some point, leslie went “i like you” and ben replied “you like me?” “mhm” “hm just like me?” “yes i like you. i love you and i like you. both.” “mmm i love you and i like you too”

i barely even register some of these things as headcanons since they just live so solidly in my brain

this might be my favorite ask ever thank you for loving benslie enough to ask me this and be genuinely interested

if anyone read all of this, i love you

#most of me loves you for sending this ask but i just procrastinated so much work while writing this #ben x leslie #otp: deeply ridiculously #cherubsona #mail #this is truly absurdly long no one is gonna read this

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gingerwritess · 4 years

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HIIIII!!!!! After reading where Loki sings and then with Baby No. 2 on the way 😍😍😍😍😍 can I request a drabble or something where Loki and the pregnant reader are lying in bed and Loki is singing to the unborn baby? Love you! Keep up the awesome work!!!

this was supposed to be 200 words. well over 1000 words later, have a drabble:

inspired by some requests for “your bed after travelling” from the sensory prompts list! psiwrotethesonglokisingsihopeyoulikeitikindado

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The blister on your heel has to be bleeding by now.

Your back, too, screams for relief—carrying the extra weight of a half-frost giant baby pulls at your bones, joints, muscles.

You try not to let it show, but the last flight of stairs to the street brings a pained whimper from your throat.

Loki pulls you into his arms before you even have to ask.

The trip was a nice distraction for a little bit, but with Loki off most of the day busy with meetings and negotiations, you’d been left trying to vacation with a hyper five year old and a very, very pregnant body that didn’t quite want to leave the pantry.

Watermelon, this time. And this damn hotel in the middle of this godforsaken metropolis only gave you instructions to the nearest grocery store.

Loki would simply pull a freshly cut watermelon out of thin air for you. Loki would go and get you anything you could ever wish for, draw you a bath, rub your back, and read Elliot a book to give you some peace and quiet.

Loki carries you to the cab—per your own request, since teleportation does nothing to help morning sickness—and he holds you close the whole drive home. One arm tucks you snug into his side while the other tries to keep Elliot in his seat, who’s far too excited at the prospect of not having to be in a booster seat for this car ride.

“Are we there yet?”

“We’ve been driving for four minutes, Elliot. Please.”

What feels like an eternity passes, and this time you have to ask.

“Are we there now?”

“Not you, too,” Loki groans, his head lolling back onto the headrest. “See, if I could just move us—”

“Nonono, don’t turn this on me!”

“I’m not turning this—”

“I GOTTA PEE!”

It takes a few more stops and a couple more minutes than planned, but before long you find yourself home, head throbbing and knees stiff and ankles screaming bloody murder.

Facing another flight of stairs.

(Only four, but who’s counting.)

Elliot joins you in your breakdown this time.

“Come here,” Loki sighs, sending the suitcases to inside with a flick of his fingers. He tucks an arm under your knees and one around your back, lifting you from the ground before you can blink the tears from your eyes.

“My hero,” you sniff, and throw your arms around his neck.

This baby will be a drama queen, you just know.

Before Loki can carry you inside, Elliot hauls himself off the ground with a sniffle, his little plush hedgehog tucked snugly under one arm.

“Me, too, daddy. Please?”

He lifts his arms—and hedgehog—up to reach for you.

Big green eyes blinking up at him, Loki can’t bring the word “no” to the tip of his tongue.

Instead he finds himself sighing, kneeling down with a tight hold on you to let Elliot clamber onto his back.

“Forgot how to walk, hm?” He asks his son with a smile, carefully climbing those unbearable four steps and letting Elliot back down.

The little boy shakes his head. “It’s called simple-thee pain. If momma hurts, we all hurt.”

“…right.”

You muffle your laughter in Loki’s shoulder.

“Go unpack your bags,” Loki tells him, nudging him towards his bedroom. “We’ll all hurt together in a minute.”

Elliot runs off to his room, leaving Loki to carry you to your own room; he steals a quick kiss before setting you softly on the bedspread.

The moment you touch down on that mattress, a blissful sigh leaves your lips.

Good kiss. Nice call.

Loki gives himself a mental pat on the back.

“Loki. Unpack later, c’mere.”

He looks up from the suitcase to find you sprawled, a hand draped over your giant belly. Toes scrabble against your heels as you try to kick your shoes off, flinging them across the room when you do.

“Comfortable?”

“Euphoric,” you groan, and give your ankles a few relieving circles.

“Here.” A soft smile on his lips, he lays a hand on your bump of a stomach, seamlessly changing you into your sweats.

You nearly curse aloud, grabbing your pillow and smushing it to your face.

“You spoil me.”

Loki just breathes a laugh, settles onto the foot of the mattress, and sets to work loosening up the tense muscles of your legs.

“My favourite pastime,” he murmurs, fingers working magic while you breathe in your home.

Loki. Elliot. You. The sheets are softer than you remember, and you’d give anything to be able to roll onto your stomach and bury your face in your pillow until you drift off.

But with this beach ball of a stomach, you settle for sprawling on your back, sinking into the mattress until it remembers your shape and the cotton candy clouds you get to sleep on swallow you whole.

“I’m never leaving this bed ever again.”

Loki hums quietly, mildly amused.

“Cuddle with me?” You ask, lifting your head to try and see him—only to be blocked by your belly.

“Of course.”

He takes a moment to change into something more comfortable—those softer-then-silk trousers are your favourite—and stretches out on the mattress beside you with a sigh.

There’s a pause—he shifts, searching for that perfect position—and groans in satisfaction.

Sinking into liquid gold.

“Nothing will ever understand me like my bed does,” he breathes, eyelids fluttering shut.

Long legs slip under the covers, sliding too smoothly against the perfectly cool sheets, and he lets out another sigh, warm and cool and safe and free by your side—

“Cuddle.”

You tap him on the chest, eyelids already drooping, breaking the enchantment long enough to bring you into this dream.

“Oh, absolutely.”

He scoots closer to your side, wrapping his arms around you to rest one on your belly, his head nestled into the curve of your neck.

A moment passes in perfect silence, his thumb brushing over the curve of your stomach every few seconds.

“Could you sing for us?” You whisper, breaking through the quiet. “Last time you did, she kicked.”

Half a grin tugs at the corner of Loki’s mouth. “Of course. Anything in particular?”

“Something…you.”

“Great. Okay.”

It’s quiet for a moment longer while he thinks.

Then…

“Round the borders and under the bridge, the frost-king tries to flee…around the throne he runs and hides, only stopped by a winter breeze.”

Entranced, you listen, his voice clear and crisp and quiet in your little bedroom as it dips and soars.

“‘I see you,’ said the breeze, so the frost king had to freeze. From his hand the ice broke the throne and the frost-king tries to flee. Round the forests he runs, only stopped by a winter breeze.”

There’s the kick.

Loki’s voice clips at the tiny movement, but he sings quietly on, trying to coax another from the unborn baby.

“‘What have you to fear?’ Asked the breeze, for the frost-king trembled with the leaves.” He sings softly, hand flat next to yours waiting for the little fist or foot to hit. “‘Only I, only I,’ he cried wistfully. Oh, the breeze followed when he ran, angered by his bitter flight.”

Loki’s voice slows, and you run your fingers through his hair, unable to break the spell he’s cast across the room.

He takes a slow breath, lays his head on your stomach.

“For what is a breeze but a storm-king, whose mother wrapped him tight for the night.”

Huddled in the doorway, Elliot listens.

The baby kicks again and you both share a quiet laugh; at that, Elliot runs into the room, wriggling his way between the two of you.

“I wanna say hi,” he whispers, laying his little hand next to Loki’s. “Can I cuddle with you, too?”

The baby kicks right away, bringing a giggle to Elliot’s lips. “Hi, baby.”

Loki wraps him tight in a hug, scooting closer to your side so the three of you can huddle together, warm and cold all at once and really, really happy to be home.

“I missed this bed,” your little boy sighs happily, nuzzling into your embrace.

“What about your bed, little giant?”

“Meh. It’s alright. Yours just…ahh…it soothes my soul.”

You snort and Loki bites back a laugh, instead pressing a sweet kiss to the top of his head.

“Don’t let us interrupt.”

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abrokenherocomplex · 5 years

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i may want to be a screenwriter so this is me trying to figure out where d & d went wrong with game of thrones

(got 8 spoilers!) hello, maybe i’ll be a screenwriter when i grow up. here are my very incoherent, unprofessional thoughts on got season 8.

- dany’s arc was foreshadowed, yes. i feel like i’m not one to judge on whether it was developed enough or not. her little snap with the bells was uncalled for. after the bells episode i was definitely thinking she would regret it and go to jon all ‘i can’t believe i did this. am i turning into my father, why did i kill all these people’ ect. i then thought that she’d accept that she killed the people, accept that she is turning into her father, then move on, thus completing her sketchy ‘mad queen’ arc. she didn’t even do that, it was like she was a completely different person during the finale - she thought her actions were justified. there was absolutely no human remorse during the scenes when she’s talking to her armies. if there was even a sliver of, ‘i know that was wrong, i didn’t want to have to do it, i feel horrible. but i have to decisively and authoritatively move on.’ then the audience would empathize with the character a bit more. they didn’t even show her transition from ‘mad queen burning the city’ to ‘tyrant screaming at armies’ to maybe humanize her just a bit. but no, she was turned into a plot device so that jon didn’t have a feminist woman standing in his was of the throne ?? but no, he didn't even get the throne. this feminist woman, who started at the bottom in S1, who was the underdog and the hero of so many woman both in the show and watching the show, merely ends up at the bottom once again despite all of her growth as a person and leader as shown throughout the seasons. It was like none of her powerful but kind khaleesi, mhysa, mother, queen moments even mattered anymore. her arc was scrapped. i truly thought she’d make a great queen.

- what was that whole aegon targaryen plotline again ? they used it as a little bargaining chip in the beginning of the season then abandoned it. i even wonder what would have happened if sansa had let the general public know about jon’s heritage. would jon have been strong enough to use that to his advantage by saying ‘yes, i am the true heir to the throne, but as the heir i put all of my trust in daenerys targaryen and you should too.’ does jon even have enough political power to do this? we’ll never know because that plot point never came up in the finale. however, (and correct me if i’m wrong) but i do see the poeticism in S1 beginning with a targaryen as head of the night’s watch, and S8 ending with a different scorned targaryen as head of the night’s watch. that being said, they screwed jon’s storyline as well! he started from the bottom, just like dany. and he ended back at the bottom. it was like none of his leadership / war / life experience mattered. he started as a bastard no one and ended as a bastard no one going back to the night’s watch. neither of jon nor dany’s outcomes are poetic. they exist in a circle, with development and experience and a whole seven seasons scrapped in favor of *shockingly* throwing them into the mud that they started the series in. now i’m not saying i needed either of them on the throne - i just wanted to see if, despite all of their growth, they could still be outsmarted and outpowered. if what they wanted (a better world) could not be reached by their imperialistic, dramatic, yet mildly honorable means. maybe cersei or the night king could have showed them that that simply is not possible in this world. instead, dany and jon burned each other out.

- to think of it, jaime’s arc was wasted in a circle as well. he started with cersei, became a better man over the years, yet threw it all away to prove that he’s actually not a better man at all.

- my hypothesis is that bran on the throne was hastily put together. someone guessed the ending of game of thrones early on and the writers were like, “whoops gotta switch it up on them.” just a theory. the writers did not initially prepare to have bran on the throne. if they did they wouldn’t have cut him out of an entire season because his plot line wasn’t important enough. bran isn’t even bran anymore, so why is he king? he’s the three-eyed-raven. he even says so himself. there is not a human mind in bran’s body. at this point, we have a mystical being ruling westeros. my problem with that is it wasn’t set up well enough. from what we know of the raven, he isn’t power-hungry. he just holds stories. so why did he want the throne? is it just because he knew he’d be getting the throne, so he went along with everything? maybe they could have characterized a power-hungry, heck, even an raven interested in the throne. the raven displayed no signs of wanting the throne, or even knowing what to do with a throne. is this just the way for the wood children (whom the three-eyed raven is somehow affiliated, i can’t remember) to get their land back? is this some sort of new dawn in the world? it started with the white walkers trying to kill all the humans, now is it the raven and the wood children taking power so that humans cannot inhabit westeros anymore as a majority population? even if this is a stretch, it’s a stretch that should have been acknowledged ! jon, sansa and arya all know bran is not bran, so why did they let this happen? are we just trusting this random raven guy in a human’s body to lead 6 kingdoms?

- speaking of the white walkers... where did they come from, where did they go? where did they come from cotton-eye-joe. we have no idea where they came from, why they came or if they will come back. also, winter came? i think? the starks have been saying that for generations even though they didn’t believe in the night king. now that the night king is dead, there’s just no more winter? what do the starks do? okay this is now some big existential crisis. the starks don’t exist anymore i guess. alright i’m done.

#game of thrones #game of thrones spoilers #got #got 8 #got spoilers #d &d #game of thrones had bad writing #we do not sow #jaime lannister #daenerys targaryen #sansa stark

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t-shirtclassic · 2 years

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cottonkhaleesi · 2 months

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Washcloth tester with mercerised Egyptian cotton that I originally bought for the socks and realised what a silly idea that was.

Forgot how much illusion knitting is a “trust the process” thing. This tester was good; my vision is sound, the pattern I’m cribbing off is for a baby blanket in three panels so after gluing two copies of the chart together in order to get a whole star and cropping everything to the vague dimensions I wanted, it looks fab.

Will say I still think I should go down another needle size or two to get the vertical gauge spot-on and to make these potential washcloths more recognisably washcloth-y and next time I won’t miss out the bit of third star that goes in the blank space either.

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resconarchive · 6 years

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Why was 14bm banned?

To the 14bm query.

When 14bm was removed from staff, staff didn’t realise they hadn’t actually revoked her staff rights. She was literally a black user with all of the bells and whistles of being staff for nearly years and no one cottoned on. One day Rick came online to find their whole account had been wiped. I think about 5 of us scrambled for the names they owned as even the showroom ones were gone, and I’m talking like A grade names that even Iso has asked Rick about. Turns out 14bm (Khaleesi) overheard a bunch of new users complaining that getting names was hard and she wiped a bunch of inactive accounts to give them something good out of sympathy except Ricks account got caught up in the mix too. So 14bm was banned for fraud. The long and the short of it is at the time she wasn’t very mentally well and I think people need to keep that in mind before they are hard on her.

Additionally, someone asked about wiped names. The fact they wiped banned accounts is the biggest lie that they fed you. My old account has a bunch of names that were never freed up and the account was banned over 8 years ago. They just cleared the appealing accounts so they could cherry pick for their collections.

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tshirtfunny · 3 years

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gingerwritess · 5 years

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Hey there!! So I have 2 motives for dropping into your inbox! 1) (the more important one) YOURE SO AMAZING AND I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND YOURE JUST AWESOME. I hope you know that ❤️ aaaand 2) I know your requests are super full, so whenever you get to this is great, your writing is just so awesome and I wanted to ask if you’d be willing to do one with Loki and an insecure reader?? Anyways, hope you have a great week! Love ya!!!!

this is while you’re still kinda new to waking up next to loki. take that relationship status how you will ;)

ps thank you smsmsksjdjwhej sorry this took so long to answer!

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“You’re really pissing me off.”

Loki cracks an eye open. “…I beg your pardon?”

Sighing, you backhand his chest and roll onto your stomach next to his sleeping form, staring down at him. “I said you’re pissing me off.”

“I’m…sorry…?”

“Why are you so goddamn perfect?”

A laugh catches in his throat—that scared him. God forbid you ever wake him up with those words one day and actually mean them.

“It’s infuriating,” you grumble, poking a finger into his cheek. “We just woke up, for pete’s sake, can’t you at least have morning breath?”

“…who is Pete?”

Annoying little perfect prick. You let out a groan and drop your head onto his perfect chest, bringing up a hand to rest over one of his perfectly chiseled pecs. “No one, it’s an expression.”

Strong arms wind around your shoulders and you wiggle around a bit to get comfortable, eliciting the tiniest of groans from your godly pillow.

“I’m just really sick ‘n tired of waking up to the literal definition of perfection every morning,” you sigh, drumming distracted fingers on his chest, “when I have to look like a moldy piece of trash every morning.”

His hair is never frizzy, always sleek and shiny and perfectly wavy and luscious—bed head who? You don’t think he even knows what snoring is, or what drool is, and he never has that foggy half-asleep messiness about him.

Whereas when you wake up, mirrors crack.

And you’re fairly certain you could kill a man just by breathing in his direction before brushing your teeth.

“You do not look like a moldy piece of trash,” Loki laughs, tilting his chin down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I do too. Why do you even kiss me in the mornings?”

“Must be something inconsequential, like I love you or something.”

You glance up at him with a scowl.

Fuck, even from this angle? Where are his double chins???

“Fine, I love you too, but seriously.” You nuzzle back into his chest, subconsciously trying to hide your face from his adoring gaze. “How can you even stand to-to…you know.” A wave at your face. “Look at me?”

Loki’s brow knits together. You can’t possibly be serious, with these ridiculous concerns about what you look like first thing in the morning, right?

Maybe he shouldn’t laugh, judging from your serious silence and nose squishing against his chest. His heart flutters; you’re trying to hide in his embrace again.

A cool thumb strokes over the soft skin of your shoulder, steady and reassuring. “No words could begin to describe your beauty, fair maiden.”

“Ha ha, very funny—”

“Shh, let me finish.” His chuckle rattles your head on his chest. “You are the most beautiful creature I have had the pleasure of seeing, and I’ve seen many, many worlds in my lifetime.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re supposed to say that,” you groan, absentmindedly running your hand up and down his torso. “It’s like, your job to say that. That’s like when a grandma says you’re pretty, it doesn’t count.”

Caught up in your insecurities, you miss just how much Loki is squirming under your distracted hands.

“B-but I mean every word,” he swears through gritted teeth. “You are stunning, simply ethereal, a goddess—oh, fuck, darling…”

Your nails barely scraped over his nipple and you don’t even notice his cursing or how his body jolts under you, too busy trying to point out your flaws.

“My hair is awful, Loki, it’s a freakin’ birds nest in the morning, and I drool in my sleep—there, I said it—and my body’s all lumpy, I’ve got rolls and cellulite for days, and—Loki!!”

He’s on top of you now, knees on either side of you and pinning your wrists next to your head. “How dare you,” he breathes, chest rising and falling rapidly. “How dare you speak of yourself in such a way?”

“It-it’s true,” you squeak—his eyes are flashing as he scowls down at you, almost scarily. “I’m not good enough for you, mister perfect.”

“Right…” The fingers around your wrists tighten.“I am the perfect one, of course.”

Loki seals your mouth with a searing kiss, burning hot and angry, and when he pulls away with a pop seconds later, he looks…different.

His hair is curly, tangled, sticking up in weird places, crumpled with sleep and messy—you bite back a shocked giggle. The eyes normally so crisp and striking first thing in the morning seem tired, a little puffy with leftover sleep and crinkling beautifully at the corners as he smiles down at you.

Those perfect eyebrows of his aren’t precisely shaped, his lips a tiny bit chapped, and he smells faintly of cotton and sleep and…you.

You’ve never wanted to hug him more than you do now.

“Loki…you look like you just woke up.” Pulling a hand out from his grip, you reach up to cradle his jaw with a grin, running your thumb across his lips. “It’s a good look. Refreshing.”

“Do you see now?” He smiles down at you, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. “Don’t you dare hate yourself for being human. Every little thing that you hate about yourself, I get to love for the both of us.”

“You’re such a sap.” You pat his cheek with a grateful smile, laughing a little at his disheveled state. “Thanks for pretending to have bed head to make me feel better.”

His smile turns sheepish, embarrassed. “No, no, I’ve lied to you, my love.” He hangs his head in shame. “I’ve never wanted you to think of me as anything less than the best I could be, so…I lied to you.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You’ve been using an illusion every single morning??”

“…yes.”

“And here I am, getting all self-conscious about what I look like in the morning?”

The look in Loki’s eye is simply broken. “I am so, so sorry, I never should’ve—”

His voice dies out when you pull him down and firmly press your lips to his, knotting your fingers in his tangled, messy hair. “You’re so stupid,” you giggle, stealing another kiss. “We’re both so stupid.”

A cracked smile breaks out over his face and he rests his forehead on yours—he can’t help but agree with you.

“Let’s be ugly every morning together, okay?” You hug him close, burying your face in his wild hair.

“How about we be beautiful every morning together, instead?”

You laugh and kiss him again, and Loki sinks down to rest lightly on top of you, this time burying his face in the crook of your neck, not hesitating to plant a breathy kiss there, too.

“I’m still pissed off, though,” you murmur, gently stroking a hand through his hair.

“Why, my love?”

“You still taste like peppermint.”

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