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aqua-the-smiter · 1 month

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Primarchs in rut, the movie. Some AU-ish elements. Very nsfw x female reader/reader(s)? Reader is married to said Primarch in each snippet even if not explicitly stated Heavy breeding kink, knotting, rut, romance/healthy marriages because that's the real kink here @thevoidscreams ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦୨୧✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ LION EL'JONSON - If he had a little less dignity he'd bite you, but even in the throes of his rut he does his best to maintain his pride. Instead he licks your neck whenever he's in a position to do so. Sucking bruises onto your tender flesh there. Not that you mind either way. You're pinned prone underneath him while he breeds you, holding you still and fucking you full. Whispering to you about the cubs you'll bear him.

FULGRIM - His rut is far less...demanding, then that of his brothers. Which means he's of perfectly sound mind to adorn your body with ropes and keep you tied like a butterfly in a spider's web while he licks your pussy and pleasures you in every other way he can think of. Just so you're ready. Teasing you for hours on end, making you orgasm with fingers and tongue all while you get drunk on his pheromones and the need for something more satisfying. It's a laborious process, but when it's done you're more than happy to take his cock for twice the hours he teased you for and beg for more.

PERTURABO - He hates going into rut. The loss of control over his body, thoughts, and having no outlet. He has better things to do with his time then continuously think about sex. Of course, that's changed with you around. His sweet little wife. And how could he deny you when you've made it clear how willing you are to give him an heir (or several)? To that end he surprises you with a..."special" project, and you realize you're going to be very busy for a while when he picks you up and straps you to a breeding stand. You spend the next few days cock-drunk, being stuffed and bred by your husband. By the end of it you're so full of his cum that you slosh each time he unties you, and you thank him for it every time. There's no way you're not pregnant.

JAGHATAI KHAN - He's one of the only Primarchs who enjoys being ridden during his ruts. Watching you work yourself into the same (or at least an approximation of the same) fever pitch he's in. Feeling your nails dig into his hips as you work yourself up and down his length, a little mare eager to mate with her stallion and give him a foal. You hardly even need his pheromones to urge you on. If anything, they just give you energy, since craving him is nothing new to you.

LEMAN RUSS - Leman has a knot. You've known this since even before your wedding night with him, of course. But there's something very different about taking it like this. Taking it while he has intent. Every time he forces it into you with a wet pop you wonder how long he'll be able to keep it there before the rut takes over and he has to start pounding you full of his pups again. The longest time so far it an hour. But you love having it in. Having it stuck inside you, stretching you out even more than he already has, keeping all his seed safely corked inside, his tip pressed right against the entrance to your womb. While you're stuck on him he holds you close and runs his fingers through your hair, whispering to you about what a good mother you'll be.

ROGAL DORN - Unlike Perturabo, Rogal prefers to keep you pinned with body weight alone. His usual stoicism all but gone, swept away with sheer desire. He keeps you wrapped up tight in his arms, as solely focused on you as he is on any other task he's set his mind to. That task is knocking you up.

KONRAD CURZE - His rut is gentle somehow. Unlike most of his brothers it mellows him out significantly, making him into a very tender lover. Still rampantly horny, as you can attest to while he fucks you against the wall, but he's just as eager to press kisses all over your body and murmur his love to you between pants and thrusts, rubbing your clit and sucking your breasts as he tries to match your orgasms to his. You're still covered into scratches and bite marks by the end, the way you both prefer it, and he has the sweet taste of your blood on his tongue as he cuddles you close.

SANGUINIUS - From a dove to a cassowary. That is what his rut does to him. He's figured out how to pin you down with his wings, all while you squirm like a mouse in a hawk's talons. But you have absolutely no intention of trying to wriggle away, instead spreading your thighs wide. And of course he bites you. His favorite place is a little cliche, right at the junction of neck and shoulder. Happily lapping up your blood as your pussy spasms around his needy, eager cock. When you end up with a little chick of your own after this, you joke with him that you're thankful you didn't end up laying eggs instead.

FERRUS MANUS - He almost refused to relieve his rut with you out of concern for your welfare. He's the second tallest of his brothers if you're counting Magnus, the tallest if you're not counting the cheating, size-changing bastard. As such, he's got the equipment to match. Yes, you've gotten lucky enough to have married the most well endowed Primarch. And you make sure to let him know just how much you appreciate it. So he relents, sticking to what's always worked for him and his much beloved little bride. A lot of lubricant and a lot of patience. Soon enough you're happily on your back while he holds you down in a mating press and stuffs your pussy full of the biggest, thickest cock in the Imperium. Your hips and wrists have bruises from his metal hands, and your thighs and ass have bruises from his huge, low hanging balls slapping against them while he breeds you. When he's done with you, you're full of so much cum your womb has swelled a bit with all of it.

ANGRON - On first glance you'd think he doesn't go into rut at all. In actuality, his rut is so strong and overwhelming he loops right back around to being completely normal. Stack overflow if you will. He still insists you chain him down, and you're starting to think he enjoys the challenge of it. After all, he pounds you senseless even when you're on top. Really, you're on top in name only. Still, as ever you did your best to hang on, pressing kisses to his chewed lips whenever you could. Making a real show of yourself for him, rubbing your clit and grinding down on him. It was yet another loop of the two of your spurring each other on. You feel his cum trickling down your thighs. Your eyes meet, and he gives you an uncharacteristically sly grin before his hips start bucking again.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN - Another reluctant rutter. He's just too busy for it. Too much work to do, running an empire. He's got 500 worlds to look after, he's got no time to indulge himself no matter what his body is telling him to do. At least, that's what he'd normally be like, but now he has you. And you're very persuasive. The only downside is that because he takes advantage of his rut so infrequently, when he does it's a little...intense. He has you in his lap, his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly as he uses you as a fleshlight. Literally, dragging you up and down his cock just like if you were the toy. You've lost track of time for how long he's been using you like this, your face pressed into his huge chest and your eyes rolled back in pleasure. His gorgeous blues are glazed and unfocused, and when your mind gets a moment to form a coherent thought, you're happy to see him so relaxed.

MORTARION - You are the only person he's willing to be around when he's in rut. Nobody else. It's you he belongs to. You're the only one worthy of seeing it. Just as you are his. His to love. To fertilize and impregnate. You make your adoration clear to him even as he holds you down to keep your from squirming too much. Pressing kisses all along his lips and neck and jawbone. You wrap your legs around his hips and give him the most whorish moans as he buries his length deep between your legs. He growls in your ear that you're his, that he's going to stain your womb with his seed to mark that you're his as his thrusts grow more erratic. You tell him there's nobody else you'd rather belong to. You tell him how good he makes you feel, how much you love him. As he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight to him as he finally cums, you whisper in his ear what a good father you know he's going to be.

MAGNUS - It's not enough for him to merely fuck you while he's in rut. It's not even enough for him to just knock you up. No, for him, he'll make your very soul orgasm if possible. And with the combination of a mind like his and psyker powers, he can get pretty creative with his methods. You can feel a pair of hands holding your hips and another holding up your face and neck. Coincidentally you also feel a pair of cocks working your pussy and mouth. Spit runs down your chin and your lubricant stains your thighs. Getting fucked at both ends simultaneously as not exactly what you were expecting, but you could hardly complain. Both of them moan, purring and cooing to you about how good you look taking them both. The most you can give in response is a nod of assent around his meat in your mouth. But he is a psyker. He knows how much you're loving this and craving more.

HORUS - Your beloved Warmaster, unlike some of his siblings, thoroughly enjoys his rut. A shameless excuse for him to show off to you just how well he can fuck you. He holds you up in a full nelson, his arms pinning your legs as he thrusts up into you. Nibbling at your neck and praising you for being so good and obedient for him while he breeds you. Your favorite part however, aside from being packed full of your husband's manhood, is the mirror. On one wall of his bedchamber is a full length mirror, which you were energetically fornicating in front of. You can watch him rail you and see his cum and your lubricant dripping out. And you love watching it. With how much he fills you and how wide his cock stretches you. The smug look in his eyes as you writhe in his arms and see how good of a job he does at making you fall apart. His arms shift, one now holding both legs while the other lifts your chin so you get a better view.

LORGAR - Even in this state he still wants to worship you. You swear he gets off more on getting you off sometimes than he does with anything else. With the rut making him far more dominant than he usually is, it's become far less of a theory. He's very attentive to you, after all. He knows exactly how to work you with those long, slim fingers and can play you like a lute on a bad day. On a good one? He makes you sing hymns. Like he's doing now, hitting all your tender spots, rubbing your clit or kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples. Making you cum over and over again until you're an overstimulated puddle sitting on his cock, praying for him to keep going and fill you up with his seed.

VULKAN - He becomes just like the dragon of his legion during his ruts. Protective, jealous of any other men who even look in your direction, although he tries very hard to reign it in. He's always gentle with you still, loving instead of overbearing. He'll slip you little handmade gifts, checking after your welfare. Generally much tenderness and love. At least, when you're not stuck between him and his anvil getting hammered like a piece of metal. You feel him tap your cervix on every stroke. Like the rest of his brothers, it's a need. To see you full of his seed, to make you fat with his sons. You're not leaving until he's sure you're pregnant. And he's eager to see it, your beloved drake. Pressing kisses to your forehead and lips, telling you how your children will be the best thing he's made on this anvil.

CORVUS CORAX - He's made a nest out of bedding for the two of you. When you're not busy with more illicit activities or caring for yourselves, he's cuddling you close, the two of your curled under a blanket of silky black feathers. But that's when you're not busy. Most of the time you most certainly are, clutched in Corvus's embrace as he ruts into you. More often than not you wake up to him having already buried his cock between your legs, spreading your thighs wide open and chirping in delight as he sees you wake up. You don't mind, of course. In fact you looking forward to waking up to his touch, and he's sure to ask you every day if you're ok with him doing it. He might be a bit of a broody man, but you're his beloved hen and the soon to be mother of children, and your comfort is important to him. And it's hard not to enjoy waking up already filled with a few loads of his cum settling in your womb.

ALPHARIUS - Two cocks. He has got two cocks. Hemipenes. Apparently Omegon has them too, but you haven't seen them. You are Alpharius's and only his, as he is all to happy to make very clear to you. The twins share a lot, you've noticed. Which makes sense, they're twins after all. They've even shared women on occasion, serfs they've both taken a liking to, but you are different. Alpharius loves you, and you are all his, his one and dearest. The rut makes him even more possessive, not that you mind. In fact you find it sweet. And not that you have much of a chance of running into Omegon while your husband is in rut anyway, since you hardly leave his bed except for necessities. He's busy pounding you, stuffing you full with one cock, then the other. Sometimes he'll jam you up with both. You're always stretched and gaping after that little move. But you always end up asking him to do it again.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #primarch x reader #primarch x female reader #warhammer 40k x reader #mating press march

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butchtheworld · 2 months

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egan's disability guide: being bedbound

people really liked my last post about crip tips, so here's more. what you're able to do while bedbound will really depend on where you're at physically - doing more, doing less, etc. will all be different. so, these are just what got me through ~a year of being stuck in bed for 18 hours of the day.

have a hobby that doesn't involve looking at a screen. i cannot overstate how important this is - if you're usually writing/gaming/watching shows/scrolling, you are going to get into a rut and probably also a migraine. i latched onto crocheting and reading.

lap desks are your savior. aside from the practical use of not having everything on your lap, i found that lap desks offer a sort of mental differentiation between 'work zone' and 'sleep zone' even if it's all your bed.

showering. this one depends a lot on your health and energy levels, but showering was always super helpful to me. at the end of the day, i would drag myself to the bathroom, sit on my shower stool, and wash everything off from the day. this was another thing that helped me differentiate from 'work' and 'sleep.'

stretching when you can. even if it's small (wiggling your toes, stretching your arms up, rolling your neck from side to side), moving in small ways will help you keep in touch with your body and keep moving forward.

mix in fresh food. lettuce, apples, oranges, cucumbers, peppers, whatever. it was always easier for me to eat processed foods, and those are definitely worthwhile. but, you need to mix in fresh foods too. even if you're not doing a whole gourmet salad, eating a fresh vegetable will feel good.

keep your usual things. i hated having my schedule out of normal, so i incorporated my schedule into what i needed then. i still had my morning coffee, still watched a movie most nights, still did my assignments for a few hours after school let out.

CHANGE YOUR SHEETS! i always needed help doing this (changing sheets is still a huge exertion of energy for me, months out of being bedbound), but having fresh sheets is crucial. your skin, body, and mind will thank you.

#chronic illness #chronic pain #physically disabled #physical disability #disability #crip tips #disability tips #disability awareness month

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powertaco · 5 months

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How do you write so much? I'm like struggling man. My brain is just like...do the thing. What is your secret? What mines do you pick at to unveil the whiterose?

Howdy, and thanks for the ask. It's late so I'm probably gonna ramble. I promise to try and address the question at some point lol.

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So when I first started it took me months to write and try to perfect a single one shot. (One Good Turn/Maiden crack outtakes) (This was back in September of like 2021)

My next story after that (Pizza Au) it would take weeks to even a month between chapters.

I would get horrible anxiety (being a perfectionist is hell). Sometimes there would be days I would just not write. I couldn't handle it. I'd play wow, or just do anything else. Anything to NOT BE writing.

What didn't do was stop thinking of ideas. Even if I didn't write for the story I had a little notepad with ideas I would scribble on them. This didn't bother me because it was something that only I saw and it was quick notes. If they weren't perfect it didn't matter because, well I took 5 seconds to write them so who was gonna judge me on that?

My brain could process and handle that sort of thing.

The truth is writing, and telling stories has been one of those things I've always wanted to do, and over time I've built up a habit of writing, and making sure to take breaks on certain days, or if I'm just not in the mood. I would love to eventually write an actual fantasy book some day, but for now I write fan-fiction as practice.

The mindset I helped by realizing I wasn't really getting paid to write so if people didn't like it? Well I mean who cared? Yeah my screen name is out there, and yeah I get plenty of people who don't like it, or send me some 'interestingly' worded reviews.

As for what gets me into the headspace for goobers? The easiest thing is to think of some media you like, and are passionate about.

What book, game, tv show, movie, etc do you really like? Now since most of the story is already done for you. How can you insert two characters into it to make it your desired pairing.

This helps because you're already very passionate about it, and when you're passionate it makes it easier for words to flow onto the page.

For example, if you're doing a WR legend of Zelda Au, and you know everything about Zelda then it's easy for you to just get really into it, and before you know it you have a 10k first chapter, and you're wondering how it got there.

You're just like wow Weiss would be a great Midna, and Ruby a wonderful Link, and bam you're good to go. (Although you might change the ending a wee bit for more fluff but hey)

At first this might take some time to think on, but eventually if you do it enough you'll get the brainrot and every bit of media you consume you'll be like 'i can totally think of a X au for this.

It might also help to find a genre you find more easy to relate to, to start with.

If you like humor, then make a funny little one shot. If you like coffee shop au's? Well loads of people do.

If you're stuck at the end of a sentence? Delete the sentence you just wrote and try again.

If the word isn't coming to you, and you need a break? Take one. Sometimes I write a few sentences then watch a youtube video, then get back to writing.

Just to give my brain some time to think in the background.

I would also advise that once you do a few stories in a genre you're familiar with try a few in different ones.

This helps you not get pigeon holed and stuck in a rut down the line, and gets you to think about them differently and explore different facets of your characters.

Do some comedy, crack, and then do an angst, follow that up with video game au, and then romance, etc.

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Some early habits you can do are just set aside a set amount of time to try and write a day. Maybe even 30 minutes.

If you can't think of a story think of what you do know and make it all nice and written out for future you.

Like 'oh coffee shop au' Ruby is the barrista summer is alive in this au, and she's in college etc. Do it for characters you think will be important to the story, and even a background character you want to make an appearance. You're not writing the story, not really, but you are doing work that can help give your characters life, and a background/voice when you do write it.

All told I was in the same boat as you being told 'just write' and I would clam up.

You might try just writing random details for your au or something similar.

You can get prompt ideas from other people if you can't think of anything. You can bounce an idea back and forth on discord with a friend! Heck read a few books to get potential ideas!

You can and will make mistakes. It's inevitable. A sneaky comma you forgot, a word in the wrong tense, but you know what I learned?

Doesn't matter. The fact that you're writing and creating far outweighs any of that.

You don't even have to post or show it to anyone. I have a stack of notebooks with tons of notes in them (google docs is pretty easy to use too if you don't like writing in a notebook).

As trite as it might seem, as many times as it has been said really the secret is just writing.

One thing I will say is 'comparison is the thief of joy'. Do not compare your starting works, or even any of your work to someone else.

If you compare your writing to someone who's been writing for a lot longer then I mean /shrug.

If you do post on ao3 or another site my advice is to not look at stats at all.

What does it matter if your fic gets only 50 hits and 3 comments? Those are 3 people who looked at your story and loved it enough to say so, and 50 people who were drawn in to read it in the first place.

That's a loooot of people. Just write for fun, and not to look at the stats.

This one is more on me, but once a story has been finished? Don't go back and rewrite it to fix or update all the errors. They make valuable time capsules of your skill progression.

If all your work looks like your current work then it seems like you're not improving. (In maidens I can see many errors, and while there's still errors in my latest story I can tell you there are less of them).

You will at random points get hit with 'oh wow I'm not improving at all. This is actually a false feeling brought on by you getting better and realizing all the errors that are there. It actually means you're doing much better than you thought.

This is from auriee on tumblr

So I guess to sum it up.

1-Try to establish a habit of at least attempting to write each day. I find myself craving to write most days but it was a buildup to get there.

2-Use media you're passionate about to start with to get you into the creation mindset, and just make small tweaks to it to make it easier at the start.

3-Don't worry about it being perfect, or your stats. Just write for you.

4-It's less talent and more hard repetitive work to get good at writing just like any other skill. You will have to put in a fair/large amount of time.

5-If you skip some days because you aren't feeling it then that's fine. Take the time you need but just make sure to get back to it.

Tiny Samus believes in you.

And so do my goobers!

For real though feel free to drop an ask on here or discord if you have any specific questions, or if I totally screwed it up. (Sorry it's late so my IQ is currently room temp.

#writing #asks #taco's rambling hour #taco attempts to answer a question #gives writing advice #13 dead #rwby #death's whiterose #worked it in there #whiterose #plus young maria

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realestateppc · 11 months

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Best Real Estate Advertisement Networks Platform in USA

In the 1970s, when the real estate industry was at its peak, people were exposed to 500 advertising per day. I'm sure closing a business was straightforward back then. A study on ad exposure conducted decades later (in 2007) indicated that adults in the 2000s were exposed to between 4,000 and 10,000 advertisements each day.

You can only imagine what this figure is today with all of the social media traffic going through phones

So, how should a real estate investor design their marketing approach for the 2020s? It's difficult since you have to compete harder for motivated sellers' attention. After all, the number of commercials they are exposed to has increased tenfold. But don't give up on your high-converting campaigns.

But don't give up on real estate advertising ideas just yet, because there is a silver lining to this dramatic shift in the marketing scene. You, like the ordinary customer, are exposed to thousands of adverts per day.

In some ways, you are an expert because you have been performing your "research" for years. You do it on the couch, during your daily commute or at work, and after work when you watch a movie to unwind.

Developing Real Estate Ad Concepts

Seeing an advertisement is obviously easier than creating one. This is where we come in to share real estate advertising ideas. They are aimed towards persons who are stuck in a creative rut as well as those who are just starting out in real estate investing.

market.

These days, you can advertise a Commercial Real Estate PPC ad through a variety of media venues, including social networks (Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn, and YouTube), but also traditional media such as radio or television. With the exception of a few outliers that will only work in one medium, the following topic ideas are broad and can be applied in a variety of media.

Let's get started.

The advertisement "My Stats Are Great"

You may boast about statistics that present a positive image of your real estate company. The figures are not the only thing in the advertisement. In the introduction, you can include a hook, such as "sell your house without a realtor or listings."

The figures could be illuminated from various angles. If you want to,

Real Estate Advertising Platforms You might showcase your all-time sales figures to illustrate that you have a good long-term track record. Say something like, "We've closed x number of houses this year, and it's only March!" if you're having a good year.

The advertisement with the "Unique Selling Proposition"

Inform visitors about a one-of-a-kind deal that sets you apart from other real estate investors in the area. Obviously, in your market, this concept should be unique, or at the very least uncommon. And it will be unique to each individual.

greater outcomes. The unique selling proposition can vary: maybe you specialize in certain types of transactions, maybe you have a lot of experience, maybe your procedure is optimized... you get the picture. This ad will act as a teaser for something you won't find anywhere else. For example, you could say you offer unlisted homes (or off-market properties) but don't explain how - they'd have to call you to find out. You might also hint that you are excellent at negotiating wholesale deals while without disclosing specifics.

You can also make modifications.

Advertisement for a Listing

You've certainly heard of this option, but it's a classic way to place real estate ads, and it's a classic that's here to stay. Furthermore, despite the proliferation of many forms of media (newspaper - radio),

- TV - online listings - social media), it is a simple format that hasn't changed much over time.

The Ad in the Community

This is similar to a listings ad, however you are selling the entire real estate market rather than an individual house. The neighborhood ad is great for real estate firms that specialize in houses within a certain ZIP code or city.

You list a property or promote your business, but you use a famous cityscape, such as city towers, as a background. Real Estate Branding Agency Those of you interested in investing in land can do it in an undisturbed setting, such as a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere or something similar.

Another technique is to promote the way of life in the neighborhood. Highlights

Recreation places, school district benefits, fantastic restaurants and coffee shops, shopping, historic buildings, local culture, and so on are examples.

Here's a great example of a vintage lifestyle real estate advertisement.

Commercial "I'm a Local"

Working in a local real estate market allows you to position yourself as a valuable resource to potential buyers and sellers. Instead of promoting your company, introduce yourself.

What's great about living here, what's not...You can even end with something like, "come here, and I'll help you find real estate here." It's a successful real estate advertisement for both purchasing and selling.

Commercial for "We Got an Award"

Contrary to popular assumption, this type of advertising is not limited to celebrities.

recognition for their work. No, we're not recommending that you fabricate an award and then lie about obtaining it. Please allow me to clarify.

If you have received an award as a Best Real Estate Ads business, whether from the county, a professional association, or house sellers, it is a good idea to start the ad with this information because it establishes credibility right away. However, if you are new to the firm or do not have an award, you can always choose something that makes you proud to be a part of it.

#real estatecads #online real estate ads

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chronicallyrambling · 2 years

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Trauma

TW: Mentions of CP! Please avoid if this topic is triggering to you! Living with trauma is hard. Really hard. It's something that I have to face when I least realize that I have to. Days, weeks, even months can go by where I feel okay, only for it to come crumbling back down. You're left wondering why; why you? Why this? What did you do that caused all of this hurt? In early 2020, even before the world came crashing down, my half-brother was arrested. He had hundreds of explicit images of children, that he had accumulated in the span of less than a year. It was crushing, and devastating. And yet, over time, the more I realize that I was victimized by him. The more I learn and have to heal from, due to a man that ruined 20 years of my life. It's sickening, to realize how intensely you were mistreated, and how little was done about it. Despite going to my mother, despite visibly being uncomfortable and unhappy with the situation- nothing was ever done. No one ever stopped him or made sure I was safe or okay. Even to this day, there is some level of protection my family has over him. My mother still talks to him and had sent him hundreds of dollars in books things for him to have while he was in the local jail. My grandmother still sends him money and things. You end up feeling invisible to the ones that should care about you most. I try not to think too heavily on all of this, as at the moment I cannot be in therapy to properly delve into all these things- but you get reminders, things that break you and leave you in a rut. I watched It Chapter 1 for the first time tonight, and while it was a good movie, all it did was bring back floods of memories. His love of Stephen King, and specifically remembering hearing him asking for those books while he was in jail, knowing what was in books like It- it makes you sick to your stomach. When these things pop up, it's crippling. An intense reminder that you were so deeply wronged and hurt, and that the world just keeps moving despite it. It makes you hurt so much, and everything stops for you, but not for anyone else. You feel stuck- and when family tends to favor the one that caused this hurt and pain, you feel helpless. It's rough. It's rough existing right now, it's rough being here. You end up stuck in your own mind, and any attempts you make to pull yourself out never work because it's all still there. Unwavering. Gnawing at you for what feels like forever. I am hoping as much as I can to discuss this once I can get back in therapy. It eats at me whenever I'm alone.

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writethatdown · 3 years

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so I was in a pretty bad rut for a few weeks, and now I'm in a fairly better place, still not living on a full fledge but the initial fog has lifted.

rut could be from a lot of things: burnout, lack of motivation, procrastination, outside triggers, bad mental health, or the overwhelming feeling of life falling apart but too numb to act upon it. the causes of it could be numerous as well: online schooling, student stress, work stress, a certain relationship with someone not working out or being stuck at an uncomfortable environment.

so I just want to remind you that you aren't alone love. you will eventually find a way out. you just gotta give yourself time.

note: this isn't science supported or anything. it's just a bunch of thoughts I had while I was trying to get back the stability in my life. I'm not all the way successful at handling my daily routine like a pro either. if any of you have better alternative in mind, feel free to add/correct.

let yourself feel: give yourself some time to feel the sadness, cry about it, wrap yourself up in blankets, sleep if you're tired and let it all out.

remind yourself about the things that makes you feel happy and the things you love: so when your life slows down and everything seems to be distasteful, it maybe because you haven't revisited your favorite hobbies in a long time. maybe you had detached yourself from your comfort shows, books, any form of entertainment. so go back to them. remind yourself about the things which makes you, you.

change the perspective around this funk phase: now the immediate response we have when we hit a rut is the guilt of not being productive. well you see, the first ultimate aim should be to get yourself back together. what have you been shoving away for too long? maybe it's a good talk with your best friend, go talk to your support group and the people who make you feel loved. but if you're someone stuck in a place where there aren't much people to remind you that irl, read posts from the #selfcare #gentlereminders tags on tumblr or pinterest. there are so many sweet people across the internet who know how you feel and have written about the same. listen to music, vent in a diary and get yourself back.

some ideas to get some serotonin inside you: music + dance, if you haven't taken a shower in a while—change your clothes, put on some dry shampoo and deo and comb your hair with fingers. eat and hydrate. aesthetic vlogs on youtube. making moodboards on pinterest for your favorite show, band, movie, aesthetic, anything. paint, draw, doodle or color. rewatch your comfort shows, movies or series. read or reread the works from your fave genre. stretch a little. make lists of random things. watch the sunset. look at clouds and stars. write a letter to your loved one, your past self or your future self.

identify the things which went out of proportion these days: maybe you were not taking care of properly these few days. not enough hydration, food maybe? find that out and make a reminder to slowly getting back into it. not by the span of a day. give yourself a week or two if you need to it's okay!

think about what new things are to be implemented and what was not working earlier: only now you will have to focus with the problem at hand. let's say your poor organization for school led to this much frustration. it's okay. we all learn gradually. so find out how you can organize better. there's literally so many resources across each of these problems on the internet. and once you do, start really small. as said earlier, give yourself enough time to get used to it. unrealistic expectations will make sticking to habits hard.

always remember winding down and taking some time out for your soul is important as well: the thing about consistency is to always go back to our why's and values and our happy things as frequently as possible. we tend to forget about the little things which are parts of us. so take time out for your hobbies and loved ones!

I'm not sure how much of a help these had been. I hope this makes sense. getting yourself back up doesn't happen in a day. give yourself as much time as you want. please please please don't be hard on that cute little yourself. that thing which brought you down was hard enough and you fought through all of it love! so I want you to give yourself a loving pat on the back and be proud! do feel free to share your experience and tips regarding this. it'll be greatly appreciated!!

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intertwinedtears · 2 years

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snowed in #1 with diluc, kaeya, zhongli and childe?? :3 thank u muah

minors/ageless blogs do not interact

[snowed in trope]

most to least likely to suggest having sex to warm up ft. dckz

warnings: gn!reader, modern!au, suggestive but no real smut lmao

a/n: tried smth new bc i was getting bored with writing more or less the same stuff every time hope you don’t mind!

1. kaeya 2. childe 3. zhongli 4. diluc

it's the biggest snowstorm mondstadt's ever seen and you and kaeya were perfectly content, stuck in his apartment, sharing a pot of ramen on the living room floor. "it's so cold..." you mutter as you pull the blanket around your shoulders closer to you. you're completely filled with ramen but even it's spicy goodness didn't help in fighting off the chill in the air. "want me to help warm you up?" kaeya suggests, lips curving into a coy smirk as he rests his hand on your thigh. you huff a short laugh but don't deny his advances as he slides his hand up to your waist, holding you still as he leans in for a kiss that would eventually lead to so much more.

snezhnaya is cold. even more so when there's a snowstorm raging outside. you're hyper-aware of the pair of hands sneakily making their way around your waist as childe ruts against the fat of your ass, breathy moans spilling from his lips. "i know you're awake," he grumbles, "won't you warm me up, please?" he asks, punctuating his sentence with a particularly hard thrust that jolts you upright. "we can't, your siblings are sleeping in the next room," you remind him, swatting his eager hands away. "it's okay, we'll be quiet," he murmurs as he tries to grab hold of you again. "no we won't," you reply, smiling as childe pouts. though, that doesn't stop childe at all from getting what he wants as the bed squeaks and creaks throughout the night.

you're mildly surprised when you see zhongli blushing as you snuggle closer to him on the couch. "can i touch you?" he asks straightforwardly as his fingers dance around the band of your pants. you nod without hesitation, allowing the man to dip his hand into your pants as he leans closer, planting a kiss on the top of your head. "you're burning up," zhongli muses quietly as he skirts his fingers across the warm skin of your navel. desire coils in your belly as zhongli takes his sweet time indulging in you.

diluc swears that god has it out for him as you're trapped in his home with him, alone, due to the sudden snowstorm outside. to pass the time, you’ve suggested watching a movie but diluc’s not paying attention to it at all. he’s certain that his face is as red as his hair as you move closer to him, thighs touching as you try to warm up next to him. in his head plays an explicit highlight reel of what he’s hoping he could do to your thighs as he tries his best to hide his hard-on from your sight. “oh, that’s hot.” diluc stiffens when he hears what you say, immediately shifting his attention back onto the tv, tilting his head confusedly when he sees a normal non-sexual scene playing. “did that get your attention?” you giggle as you nudge him with your shoulder while batting your lashes at him prettily. swallowing nervously, diluc decides that maybe god didn’t hate him that much after all as you settle between his knees.

#genshin impact smut #diluc smut #childe smut #kaeya smut #zhongli smut #tartaglia smut #[❣] — 100 event #[💫] — genshin smut

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beebubbly · 3 years

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Made for loving you

AN- I thought I would post this after writing If you ever come back.

Set in the time jump of Book 2.

Ethan wasn't sure what he expected when Casey had text him asking for him to wait for her after his shift at the hospital.

He was exhausted from the many patients they had seen come into the free clinic since they decided to focus all their efforts to helping as many people as possible before Edenbrook shut.

"Hey" a voice came through the open window of his car as hands slapped onto the roof making the attending jump slightly.

"Jesus, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" he asked looking up to see Casey grinning down at him.

"Just keeping you on your toes old man" Casey replied before she circled the car and opened the door sliding into the passenger seat.

"Old man? That's not the impression I got at the gala" Ethan shot back at her as he started the engine.

"Mhhh" Casey hummed softly as she brushed a strand of hair from her face.

Ethan was a little concerned by the lack of reply from the younger doctor but he didn't comment on it, instead he concentrated on pulling out of the car parking space.

"So, where are we going?" Ethan asked her, glancing at Casey for a second before turning his attention back to the front.

"You can take me home, I just wanted to spend a little more time with you especially since we hardly get to see each other at the hospital"

Ethan gently took Casey's soft, small hand in his larger one, tentivly linking their fingers together.

"I know, I wish we could but with everything going on we need to focus on helping as many people as we can" Ethan said softly.

Casey gave his hand a small reassuring squeeze.

"I know and I'm glad we're doing all we can, I love helping so many people..." Casey trailed off biting her lip as she turned her gaze to look out of her window.

"But?" Ethan prompted gently.

"But, I'm exhausted and by the time our shifts finish we're too tried to spend time together"

"I understand" Ethan said softly. He brought their joined hands to his lips and placed a soft kiss to her knuckles.

They fell into a comfortable silence as Ethan drove, he glanced at Casey from time to time, but her attention remained on the window next to her.

"This isn't the way to my apartment" Casey said suddenly as Ethan turned the car to the left.

"It's not, I thought we'd go back to mine"

"Wait? Seriously? I can't go to yours, I have to shower and get some sleep for tomorrow's shift" Casey said turning to look at the attending.

"So? You can do all that at my place, and I get more time with you this way" Ethan gave her a soft smile.

Casey smiled brightly at his words, she couldn't believe he was actually suggesting she stayed at his place when they had work in the morning.

Once inside the apartment, Ethan ordered Casey to take a shower while he ordered take out for them before he made a start on some paperwork.

Absorbed in the task, Ethan was surprised when he felt arms around his shoulders and the smell of his shampoo filled filled nose.

"Are you planning on working all evening?" Casey asked placing a kiss to his cheek.

"Paperwork can wait" Ethan replied as he turned in his seat to wrap his arms around Casey's waist.

"Good, because I'd go home if that was the case" Casey quipped with a smirk as she ran her hands through his soft hair.

"I'm not letting you go anywhere" Ethan muttered into her chest, he felt her laugh vibrate through him.

He noted that she was wearing one of his white shirts, it fell to her knees and her legs were bare.

Just then the buzzer went making Ethan sigh and pull away from Casey. He went and paid for the take out and returned to find Casey in the kitchen.

She was standing on her tiptoes reaching up into one of the cupboards where he kept the wine glasses. Placing the food onto the counter, Ethan moved behind Casey and effortlessly reached around her to get the glasses. He pressed his body close to hers as he lowered his arm and placed the glass on the counter top.

"Why thank you Dr Ramsey" Casey smiled turning around to wrap her arms around his neck as his hands went to her waist.

"You're welcome Dr Valentine" he whispered back as she leaned in and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

Before he could deepen the kiss Casey pulled back and fall back onto her heels giving him a soft smile.

"We should leave that for later, or our food will go cold"

"I can think of something else I can eat" Ethan said in a gravily tone into her ear, his breath tickling her ear.

"Seems I've become a bad influence on you, Ethan" Casey chuckled lightly as his fingers squeezed her waist.

"Hmm, it appears so"

Casey wriggled from his grasp and moved around the taller man before she grabbed the take out bag.

The pair comfortably moved in sync as they dished out food and poured each other some wine. They settled down on Ethan's couch and Ethan put on a movie for them to watch.

Once they had eaten and Ethan had cleaned the dishes, they settled down on the couch to finish the movie. Casey moved so she could settle on Ethan's chest. Ethan moved to lay down and his arms wrapped around her.

Ethan felt his chest warm at the feeling of Casey in his arms. He gently ran a hand up and down her back as the credits began to roll. Neither of them moved, too comfy and too tired to head to bed.

Ethan gently kissed the top of Casey's head as he closed his eyes. It had been too long since they could relax, and after everything they had been though together... Ethan couldn't imagine life without Casey in it.

It was if she was made for loving him, she was the light in his dark and gloomy world, stuck in a rut of revolving interns making the same mistakes again and again.

Right here in the moment, Ethan realised he had everything he needed to be happy.

#choices #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #open heart

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starlit-serenade · 4 years

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ONEUS Reacting to Their S/O Listening to Their Music

Summary: How would ONEUS react to seeing their S/O listening, singing, or dancing to their music?

Word Count: 1,291 words

Pairing: Reader x Members / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Youngjo (Ravn); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Son Dongju (Xion);

Rated: E / Warnings: None / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader; Fluff;

《 ONEUS Masterlist 》

Kim Youngjo (Ravn)

Youngjo would feel so proud of himself for making something that you like. He'd be so happy and smiley, and would probably just watch you and admire you with the softest gaze ever.

You roll out of bed quietly, so as not to wake Youngjo on his day off, and start getting ready for your work.

You shower and brush your teeth. As you finish buttoning up your top and doing your hair in the bathroom mirror, you have your phone playing your personal playlist on random.

As ONEUS's 'Hero' starts playing, you recall that Youngjo composed the song. You happily start singing along, bobbing your head as you try to fix your hair. After you finish, you continue dancing in the mirror for a bit. As the chorus starts, you turn around and freeze, seeing Youngjo staring and smiling the softest smile at you from the doorway.

"Oh," you say. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry."

He shakes his head and walks over, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder.

"No. You're cute. Singing my song," he mumbles, kissing your cheek.

Lee Seoho (Seoho)

Seoho would get so giggly and smiley if he found you singing or dancing to his music. He'd probably join in singing and dancing with you. He might even tease you about it, too.

You're sitting at your desk, head in your hands as you pour over a half-finished assignment that you have due tomorrow.

Stressed and feeling so stuck in a rut with the assignment, you start playing some music in hopes that it might help you calm down a bit or at least help you focus enough to finish the assignment before you lose your mind.

Your phone plays through several feel-good, cheerful songs. When it arrives on 'Dizzy', you can't help but start singing along at the top of your lungs. Maybe if you just sing and dance your stress out, you'll feel better about your assignment.

There's a click and you turn around. Your eyes fall on Seoho, who is closing the door as quietly as he can.

"Sorry," he says. He's smiling so cutely. "I didn't mean to disturb your fun, Y/N. You're adorable when you dance to our music."

You blink. "I'm not adorable," you mumble.

"Mhm? Sure," he says, poking your cheek as he walks past you. "Anyway, cutie, what do you want for dinner?"

"I'm not cute!"

Kim Geonhak (Leedo)

Geonhak would be so flustered and happy if you were singing any of his songs, especially one of the songs he helped to write the lyrics to. He would get all smiley and giggly and so shy.

You have your phone set on the bed, playing ONEUS's discography on shuffle as you look at your outfit in the mirror. It's nothing too fancy, but it's definitely date night clothes. And you're definitely happy with it, and you're so excited to see Geonhak when he picks you up for dinner.

You start absentmindedly singing along with the song that's playing--which happens to be 'Red Thread'. You start dancing in the mirror a bit, singing passionately into an invisible microphone.

As you open your eyes to take a breath and you see, in the mirror, that Geonhak is watching you from the doorway, mouth open as he stares at you. The song continues in the background.

You blink at him, before resuming your singing into your imaginary microphone as you walk over, singing to Geonhak, whose face is all red and flustered.

"What are you doing?" he asks, giggling shyly as you take his hand in one of your yours and continue singing to him.

"Neoya, baby, it's you," you sing softly to him.

Gosh, they're so cute, he thinks as you continue serenading him with his own song. He loves you so so much, and he can't help smiling and giggling and covering his face shyly as you sing to him and hold his hands.

Lee Keonhee (Keonhee)

Keonhee would be very happy and smiley if he found you enjoying his group’s music. He'd think you were the cutest thing on the planet. He'd probably watch you fondly, and would probably join you having fun.

You pace around the living room, listening to music as you're scrolling through your social media. After such a long day of work, you want to do nothing more than lounge around and watch a movie while snuggled up with Keonhee over takeout dinner. But while waiting for Keonhee to return from getting the food, you got too antsy to sit.

As you listen to ZigZag, dancing around the living room while vaguely imitating the dance moves that you somewhat learned from watching Keonhee perform and practice the choreography.

Keonhee comes in, carrying two bags of takeout, and you wink at him, not stopping your goofing around.

"Cute," he says, setting out the food on the table. "Do you want to eat now, or after the song?"

You shake your head, and he gets the hint. After he finishes setting up the food, he joins you in dancing to ZigZag, laughing along with you.

Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong)

Hwanwoong would find it so cute and endearing that you're vibing to ONEUS's music. He would join you in vibing almost right away, and would probably want to do the official dances with you.

Hwanwoong is leaning against the wall of the practice room, drinking some water from his water bottle. His music has been playing in the background on random since he sat down for a small break.

"Looking good," you say. "Ready to head home?"

He nods. "Sure. Let me just sit down for a bit first."

"Okay."

After a second

'Lit' starts playing in the background, and almost on instinct, you get up and start dancing to the song as best as you can. Which, honestly, isn't too great. But it's enough to make Hwanwoong laugh and lean forward to watch you so fondly, with a smile so soft, as if you're the sun.

"What?" you ask, noticing halfway through that Hwanwoong hasn't looked away from you the entire time. He shakes his head.

"Nothing. You're just so cute."

Son Dongju (Xion)

Dongju would get shy and cute if he saw you dancing to his group's music. He'd find you so overwhelmingly cute and would be all pouty from being a bit shy about it.

Dongju arrives at your apartment early, about half an hour before you're due to behome from your own work. Just in case, he calls out your name, and when you don't answer, he elects to sit on your bed and wait, playing in his phone and taking cute selcas to send to you at some point.

After a while, he hears the door open. He can hear the playful instrumental of 'Plastic Flower' playing as you enter the apartment. He can hear your voice painting along with Seoho's voice in the song, then his own.

Curiously, he walks over to the bedroom doorway to watch you in the living room.

You're dancing to the song, your phone on the table near you as you sing along to Dongju's lines. He watches and listens shyly from nearby as you sillyly imitate the dance with one hand while your other hand is occupied with grabbing snacks from the fridge.

You turn around from the fridge and see him. You freeze in surprise.

"Oh! Dongju! How long have you been here?"

He blinks. "Oh. Uh, I've been here for like half an hour."

You nod, before resuming your singing to the song. You walk over to him, still singing, and quickly plant a kiss on his cheek, causing him to get all flustered and shy.

"You're cute, Dongju."

He pouts at you. "No! I'm not cute. You're cute."

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skarijay · 2 years

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*thought she was going to sleep, that was a mistake. She has discovered power naps long ago. And St. Michael says she needs to keep on for some lonely guys, but this one is going wide, this will be first new post of the New Era.*

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg_n8rDw44Q&list=RDAMVMHg_n8rDw44Q

Let me tell you who I am, I have to sing just two songs, and it will be all in one post. No tricks, no hidden tracks. I'm very kind when I'm very sad. I am always very sad, because I gave away all I loved. But Persephone kind of does that, doesn't she? *Crosses self unironically for the first time in weeks, sits a Ravenclaw ass down and lights a cigarette*

Sit down, let me sing you this song. This is about mother!, the most painful movie I've ever seen. IMDB that yourself, it's too nightmarish, I can only go so far into the mines, the darkness hurts.

"PERSEPHONE

I don’t know about you, boys

But if you’re like me, then hanging around

This old manhole is bringing you down

Six-feet-under getting under your skin

Cabin fever is a-setting in

You’re stir crazy! You’re stuck in a rut!

Or you could use a little pick-me-up

I can give you what it is you crave

A little something from the good old days

I got the wind right here in a jar

I got the rain on tap at the bar

I got sunshine up on the shelf

Allow me to introduce myself

Brother, what’s my name?

My name is…

CROWD

Our Lady of the Underground!

PERSEPHONE

Brother, what’s my name?

CROWD

Our Lady of Ways!

Our Lady of Means!

PERSEPHONE

Brother, what’s my name?

My name is…

CROWD

Our Lady of the Upside Down

PERSEPHONE

Brother what’s my name?

I’ll tell you my name…

Persephone!

Come here, brother, let me guess

It’s the little things you miss

Spring flowers, autumn leaves

Ask me, brother, and you shall receive

Or maybe these just ain’t enough

Maybe you’re looking for some stronger stuff

I got a sight for the sorest eye

When’s the last time you saw the sky?

Wipe away your tears, brother

Brother, I know how you feel

I can see you’re blinded by the sadness of it all

But look a little closer, everything will be revealed

Look a little closer, there’s a crack in the wall

You want stars? I got a skyful

Put a quarter in the slot, you’ll get an eyeful

You want the moon? I got her too

She’s right here waiting in my pay-per-view

Oh, how long’s it been?

A little moonshine ain’t no sin

One at a time, boys, straight line

What the boss don’t know, the boss won’t mind"

She finishes her cigarette, somehow she smoked and sang at the same time without cracking or breaking. Hmm, crooner shit. Blues longue. Hmm. Yes, this is missing from the world. Blue Velvet is missing. David Lynch is missing. Or maybe I'm just missing him. Hmmm.

Let me tell you about some brothers of mine, Cain Able and the LEFTOVER Seth. Poor Seth, everyone forgets that guy. He made it and no credit, oh well. Let me tell you about Can and Able and you'll kind of get it.

"Turns on Right in Two by Tool"

Listen to this, brothers, and come to a friendly ear. I have a discord, I have a place, I have a safe space, I have a twitch and a tumblr and I'm very excited to DOXX myself before ANYONE CAN. I am THAT FUCKING CLEVER.

I changed my name and my look and I will fuck right off to Idaho as soon as I can. First I need to smoke some weed and sing.

"Angels on the sideline

Puzzled and amused

Why did Father give these humans free will?

Now they're all confused

Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?

Plenty in this holy garden, silly old monkeys

Where there's one you're bound to divide it

Right in two

Angels on the sideline

Baffled and confused

Father blessed them all with reason

And this is what they choose

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground

Silly monkeys give them thumbs

They forge a blade, and where there's one they're bound to divide it

Right in two

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground

Silly monkeys give them thumbs, they make a club

And beat their brother down

How they survive so misguided is a mystery

Repugnant is a Creature who would squander the ability

To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here

Cut and divide it all right in two

Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky and

Fight over life, over blood, over air and light

Over love, over sun, over another

Fight for the time, for the one, for the rise and

Angels on the sideline again

Been so long with patience and reason

Angels on the sideline again

Wondering when this tug of war will end

Cut and divide it all right in two

Right in two

Right in two"

So let me tell you, my father is Hades and he's a little disappointed. But my real father is Jupiter, and he is very sad. And they all carry lighten, and they are all Wotan, and they are all sad, and they are all St. Nick, and they are all gifts for the poor, and we fucked everything up on TWITCH DIDN'T WE.

Because music is tooooooo good it must be surpressed. Well, guess what. I can sing. And I can dance. And you can't stop me. ;)

Clever girl, hmm Chase Kimball?

Thanks Phil Shewmaker for the lessons. I think I got it all wrong again whoops. *thumbs up*

I'm about to stream a game. Heavy Rain. Enjoy. ;) Someone will watch, or not, I will vibe by myself. I'm used to such things.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=Wh1yB_MF7ck&list=RDAMVMWh1yB_MF7ck

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imaginedilestrade · 6 years

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Surreal but nice- Part one

A/N: Okay so it's my birthday this week and to celebrate I've decided to do a 90's marathon! I was born in the 90's and I've incorporated some iconic 90's movies and tv shows into fics! 😁

Kicking off this week is 'Notting Hill' 😊it's a two parter! I hope you enjoy! ❤️

Warnings: Swearing, lil bit of angst.

It was a typical Wednesday for Greg, spending the day in the unsuccessful little travel bookshop that he ran in Notting Hill. His favourite part of the world.

Nothing extraordinary happened to him.

He wasn't successful, he was divorced- his wife left him for a Harrison Ford lookalike, he was living with his mad Irish roommate Jim and he was stuck in a rut.

"Can I get you a cappuccino?" Sherlock sent him a smile as they went over the books. Another month, another loss.

"Sure but make it a half," Greg tried to make light of the situation "Its all I can afford!" His laugh fizzled out. Sherlock nodded and left. Greg pondered over a thought again, a reoccurring one.

Nothing extraordinary happened to him.

That was until the bell above the door rang and he saw someone sneak into his bookshop. "Can I help you at all?" He called out to the person he couldn't see because they were behind a bookcase.

"No thanks..." Greg felt his breath hitch at the softness of the voice that lingered for a moment in his stuffy bookshop. Although, it made the shop a little more refreshing "I'll just have a look around."

Greg noticed that you were wearing a large pair of sunglasses and a dark jacket with the same colour of trousers and a crisp white shirt with shoes to match when you peered your head from around the bookcase.

Greg couldn't shift his gaze from you or form a sentence that was more than one word.

You walked around and grabbed a book, opening it and skimming over the page "That book isn't that great, but if it's Turkey you want to read about," he called out and you looked over your shoulder, noticing he was grabbing a yellowish book "I recommend this one." He cleared his throat and glanced between you and the book "I think the man has actually been to Turkey, which always helps. There is also an amusing incident with a kebab," you felt the corners of your mouth twitch upwards "One of many amusing incidents!"

"I'll think about it..." you hummed and turned around. Greg looked around to the monitor and let out a sigh, you watched as he went to the back of the shop and confront a man trying to steal a book by stuffing it into his trousers. When Greg returned you walked up to the desk with your book "I was going to steal a book but now I've changed my mind," you joked and Greg let it a small, nervous laugh "Signed by the author I see."

Greg glanced at the book "If you can find an unsigned one it would be worth a bloody fortune!" His remark made you chuckle. A moment later the same man who attempted to get away with a book down his trousers walked up to you.

"Can I have an autograph?"

You glanced up to Greg briefly before looking down at the desk and then to the man "Sure..." you sighed out. Greg could visibly see you stiffen and noticed the nerves in your eyes when you looked at him again to take the pen he was handing you. "What's your name?"

"Phillip, Phillip Anderson." You quickly scribbled on the piece of paper and handed it over to him with a thin smile. He read over it "What does it say?"

"Well that's my signature and above it, it says: 'Dear Phillip, you belong in jail."

"Good one," he uttered "Do you-do you want my phone number?"

You had to physically restrain yourself from laughing "Tempting, but no." He left after that and you handed the book over to Greg "I'll take this one." He rang it up for you and tossed in another for free. You took the bag off him with a smile and a thanks before leaving. Greg watched you exit the shop and disappear, he couldn't comprehend what had just happened. It was simply...extraordinary.

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After downing the cappuccino Sherlock had got him, Greg popped out to the coffee shop to pick up a bite to eat as well as an orange juice for Sherlock. He left the cafe with a smile on his face as the sun shone down on him. It was a lovely day, made even better by seeing-

"Shit!"

He had collided into someone whilst daydreaming and spilled the orange juice all over someone's top. Your top. Although some did end up over him. He tried to wipe it off you but you jumped back "Get your hands off me! God!" You whined and looked down at the bright orange patch on your shirt. Greg offered for you to clean up at his house that was just across the road. With a defeated sigh, you accepted his offer.

He lead you over to the flat and pointed upstairs, explaining where everything was. As you want to change, he attempted to clean the flat a little bit. When Greg looked up a few minutes later you had changed into a completely different set of clothes and no one could have guessed that you were soaked in orange juice not even five minutes prior. Greg, being nervous yet hospitable, offered you a multitude of drinks and snacks, including the odd combination of apricots and honey. You said no to it all. "Do you say no to everything?" He asked.

You were about to answer almost instantly before your voiced hitched, a small smile played on your face as you replied "No." You watched him lean against the fridge "Thank you for your help."

"Not a problem and if I may," you raised a brow slightly "Can I just say that I think you are...heavenly. I probably won't get the chance to tell you ever again because you'll never return to my bookshop because those ones you got today are awful!" You couldn't help but lightly laugh as you made your way towards his front door. "It was nice to meet you...surreal but nice!" You sent him a small smile before he opened the door again and you left, disappearing out a door once again. "What was I thinking?" Greg muttered to himself as he walked away from the door. Seconds later, it rang. He opened it back up and you were standing there, you had forgot your books. Greg let you back in again and fetched your books.

"Thank you," you took them from him and then faced him, staring into those big brown eyes of his. You were drawn to them and gravitated towards them and his lips. Greg was taken by surprise feeling your soft, warm lips on his. He never expected anything like this to happen to him of all people. You both slowly pulled back and were left looking at each other again, burning your eyes into one another's. But your eyes diverted to the door when it suddenly opened and Greg's roommate walked in, completely passing the two of you and acting like there wasn't a thing out of place.

"I uh..." you watched as Greg's roommate vanished around the corner "I'd appreciate if you didn't tell anyone about this."

"Oh no of course not!" Greg assured "I'll tell myself sometimes but I won't believe it!" You couldn't help but smile at his disbelief and the way his cheeks had flushed a light pink colour. You left once again, leaving Greg in a hazy cloud of different emotions.

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Over the next few days Greg ground himself thinking about you constantly. There wasn't a single second where he didn't think about you or that kiss.

Jim, being unbelievingly scatterbrained, told Greg that you had phoned-three days ago-under a fake name. Greg made his way to the Ritz with a bunch on sunflowers but when he arrived at your hotel room, someone was behind him. "Are you sure this is the right room?" He asked the man who nodded. Seconds later the door opened and a blonde woman invited them both in. With confusion riddled over his face he followed her into the room and found a multitude of other people waiting.

"What magazine are you from?" The woman asked.

"Uh..." Greg glanced about and said the first one he spotted on a table "'Horse and Hound'."

"Right..." she wrote it down on her notepad "Well she's waiting for you, I'll take you through Mr..."

"Lestrade, Greg Lestrade."

Greg entered another room and felt the air drain from his lungs seeing you by the window with a smile on your face. "You have five minutes," your agent made Greg jump, suddenly appearing behind the bookseller. You awkwardly smiled and extended an arm to the seat beside you, your agent kept walking in and out of the room.

"These are for you but," Greg glanced around the room, it was already engulfed in flowers "But I suspect you already have enough!"

"No!" You took them from Greg "They're lovely thank you." You placed them down and let out a small sigh "I'm sorry it has to be like this. I thought the press tour would be over. I'm also sorry I had to give you a fake name, I do it all the time when I'm in hotels. People know how to hunt you down!" You forced a laugh.

Greg opened his mouth to speak when your agent came in and raised a brow at him "Uhh so do you have many horses in this film?"

"Well..." you glanced over to your agent and noticed him lightly shaking his head "Not any at all, no."

"Why is that?"

"Because the movie is set in space..." the corner of your lip twitched upwards.

Your agent left again and Greg let out a sigh of relief "I'm absolutely balls at this!" As your agent appeared and reappeared, he kept asking you horse related questions, eventually Greg's time was up.

"It was nice to meet you," you shook Greg's hand, keeping up appearances "Surreal but nice."

Greg felt his lips curve into a smile. Your agent left again and Greg squeezed in one final question before he came back "Are you free tonight?"

You sadly smiled "No...sorry." You pulled your hand back and cleared your throat, your agent came back and led Greg away where he was unexpectedly taken away to interview other cast members. He didn't have a clue was he was doing at was making a fool out of himself in the process. The blonde haired woman Greg had met before called out his name again and he uttered out a protest under his breath, he really didn't want to interview another movie star. But he didn't. Instead he was lead to your room again "I'm not busy tonight."

"Y-you're not? But I thought you had plans?" Greg's brow crinkled with confusion.

"I cancelled them."

Greg widely smiled "Oh shit! It's my sisters birthday! I totally forgot!"

"That's okay," you reassured "I don't mind going."

"You want to go?" He pointed at his chest "With me?" He then pointed in a westward direction "To my sisters birthday?"

"Yes." You nodded with a growing smile "I'll be your date."

---

"Uh Y/N," Greg nervously introduced you to his friends and family "This is John and Mary. Dear friends of mine."

"Hello!" Mary smiled "It's funny you are the spitting image of-"

Greg cut her off "Y/N, this is Y/N..." Greg sent Mary a knowing glare. She shook your hand with a gaping smile. Greg lead you over to John who was in the kitchen "John this is Y/N."

"Well it's nice to meet you Y/N," he went to shake your hand before freezing, instantly recognising who you were "Y/L/N!"

"Nice to meet you too," you moved your hand forward and shook his hand before he pulled away to get the door. Greg's sister entered and as soon as she did, she gasped.

"Oh holy fuck!"

"Y/N, this is my little sister, Honey. Honey, this is Y/N." Greg formally intoduved the two of you. Honey was in a starstruck haze.

"I am such a huge fan! Massive fan! You are utterly amazing and I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world!" You bashfully smiled at her comment "I genuinely believe, and I have for some time now, that we are destined to be best friends. What do you think?"

You were a little taken aback but sent her a smile "Lucky me!"

The doorbell rang again amd John answered it "Mycroft's here!" Greg introduced you to Mycroft, he was oblivious to who you were. You spoke with him while Greg chatted with John and Mary.

"So what do you do?" He asked.

"I'm an actor, films mainly..." you replied with a small smile gracing your face.

"Must be tough, I know people who barely get seven thousand a year! How much did you make on your last movie?" Mycroft sipped on his wine.

"Fifteen million."

He choked on his Chardonnay "Well that's," he coughed "Fairly good..."

John announced that dinner was ready but before you sat, you wondered where the bathroom was. Honey happily lead you through. "I can't believe the girl you mentioned was Y/N Y/L/N!" Mary squeaked.

"Y/N Y/L/N?!" Mycroft repeated back and placed a hand on his head "Ohh god. Oh god I feel so stupid."

"I can't believe it," Honey returned "I just followed Y/N into the bathroom. She had to tell me to leave! I was still chatting to her as she was pulling down her zipper!" She giggled. You returned a few moments later and enjoyed the company of Greg and his friends and family over dinner.

---

You and Greg walked side by side down the streets of London "Do you want to uh..." Greg spoke up, you could hear the nerves in his voice "My place is just..." he trailed off and nodded towards the end of the street.

"Too complicated..." you sadly smiled and continued walking. You stopped when you noticed a gate "What's this?" Greg explained that it was a garden that the residents in the surrounding houses shared. It was locked and Greg didn't have a key. "Lets go in!" You couldn't help but bit down on your lip to control your smile as you climbed over the bars. Greg struggled whereas you jumped over with ease.

"Now what in the world in this garden could make that ordeal worth while!" Greg jogged up to you, catching his breath.

He was caught off guard when you crashed your lips against his, sharing a passionate kiss under the moonlight.

He shook his head and his lips curved into a smile "Nice garden."

You silently walked through the park, every so often Greg would say something that made you laugh or smile. He was enamouring to you, he truely was like no one you had ever met. And you liked that.

A few days later you had dinner with him, it was ruined by a group of men sitting behind the small partition wall who were making remarks about you. At first you tried to smile and laugh their comments away but they got worse and soon Greg couldn't take any more of it and stormed up to the table. You felt your heart swell as he attempted to fight for you, to stand up for you. The men were too ignorant and rowdy so you pulled Greg back and headed to the exit "Thank you for sticking up for me, I love that you tried. Someone had to put them in their place...in fact..." you stopped and turned around, making a beeline for the table. All the men gasped and quickly uttered out apologies "My friend is a little sensitive," you shot them all a fake smile. "I'm sure it was all banter and I'm sure you guys all have dicks the size of peanuts, anyway, have a good night!"

You turned and walked away, Greg hot on your heels. "That was amazing!"

"Ohh I shouldn't have said that! I should not have said that..." you mumbled. Greg walked you to your hotel and you both stood outside for a moment "What am I doing with you...?" Your head cocked to the side a little.

"I'm afraid I don't know..." Greg shrugged a shoulder with a half smile.

"Do you want to come up?" You rashly asked. Greg didn't know what to say at first but after a few minutes of internal deliberation, he agreed. "Give me five minutes!" You walked into the hotel and made your way to your room with a smile. It fell very quickly when you saw who was waiting for you.

Greg made his way to your room five minutes later and knocked on the door, you opened it and felt your stomach sink. "Hello again," he kiss your cheek.

"You have to leave..." you whispered with tears prickling your eyes. Before Greg could open his mouth to ask what was wrong, your boyfriend appeared.

"Finally, some room service!" He bellowed and your gaze fell to the ground "I wanted to be the best boyfriend ever and order some fruit or somethin' for Y/N. Only fruit though!" He laughed and jabbed your side. He always degraded and you hated it, you hated it even more that Greg was standing in front of you. You didn't want to drag him into this mess. "And take that trash when you leave!"

You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a watery sigh "Greg, I'm sorry. I don't know what to say..."

Greg slumped his shoulders, disappointment clouding his face "I believe it's usually 'goodbye'." He couldn't even crack a sad smile.

He was heartbroken.

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eledables · 4 years

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Stuff I Stole from Austin Kleon

I have my Steal Like an Artist book for quite sometime now, bought it during some random time a couple of years back, but I thought of making a blog post about it discussing its awesome content.

"The 10 Things Nobody Told You About Being Creative" - this stuff can easily be Googled so I will have to veer away from that type. Instead, I would like tell the main things I loved about it, the concepts Iearned, things I am reminded about - just plain takeaways in my own words. A review apart from the usuals.

Without further adue, here's some Austin Kleon stolen stuff.

1. Collect, collect, collect. Collect what inspires you. Cut it and paste it on your notebook. Take a picture of it. Write the poetry lines down. This encouraged me to stay curious and just keep going, keeping every single thing that inspires me captured. I only previously did these on my favorite songs: keeping a list based on my mood, events, activities, etc. It's time to get my other notebooks useful and serve as storage of my every thought and inspiration.

2. Know your idols and learn how they think. I like how the word copying is repeatedly mentioned and given better context in this book and compared against plagiarizing. Every artist (and aspiring ones) strive for originality, but in reality, is anyone ever original? Instead of copying (an exact content, style, manner) per se, copy the way they think. The way they are inspired by something. The way they interpret something. Get through how they came up with their craft. Also, keep inspired by looking out for their own set of idols as well!

3. Don't throw any of yourself away. I love how this thought is put together that's why I'm directly quoting the book. Just like Austin, I have multiple interests outside my one area of pursuit and I also tried to mute it, and eventually fail. As the nudging, the "phantom limb" just gets louder and more painful. I am encouraged to keep my various passions and keep creating, keep playing music, keep writing, keep inspired and all other things. Just keep at things and it will help my craft, aside from all my other crafts, to be flowing.

4. Analog is the way to go. I so deeply relate with this. How I still prefer my notebook and pen duo. I, too, believe that the digital age gives us the perfection streak, since the backspace button is just a finger/ click away. But to think better and generate more and profound ideas, I am reminded to work with my hands and think. Write. Doodle. Cut. Paste things together. Ideas are better formed when my hands are working. Computers, tablets, and all other gadgets: they will have to take care of the polishing.

And aside from thinking with the hands, keeping an analog log of things that I do, movies I watched, food I've eaten, and a calendar to track my work per day, will keep me on track with things and appreciate the details in the every day. Log, log, log.

5. Choose your relationships. Ultimately important to select the people you surround yourself with. I get how this chapter/ thought was never expounded. It's the shortest, it's just a page! It's so crucial that it's just that. Just imagine yourself having a long term vision with your craft, and you're surrounded by anti-folks. Let's see where you headed years down. You get the drill. No need to further guess.

6. Keep the good words. To keep motivated when things get rough, a positive email or message from a fan, a friend, a supporter, will get you a long way. Yes, we cannot depend on external forces to validate our craft and our own selves, but it's better to have something on hand in case of emergency such as being stuck in a rut or loss of inspiration and drive. Better to collect the positive ones than to let the negative ones (which are prevalent in reasons no one knows) ruminate in one's head.

These are my own words as takeaways from the book. I highly recommend having your own copy to learn more about the cool concepts that Austin Kleon has written.

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Bas: Well, maybe it should be in a room full of mirrors, then. That way I get to see myself /and/ the other guy. Although I feel like just fucking me would actually take less effort than the teasing would. I mean, there's only so much of someone rutting against me that I can take - especially if they're murmuring in my ear about all of the different ways they plan on having me. That shit gets /exhausting/, Brodes - there comes a time where you just want someone to fill you up, or - fuck, I feel like riding them would be easier than just the /tease/. I mean not that the tease isn't all manner of hot, but, you know - there /are/ limits, and pushing them with me in this state would just be cruel, you know? Best just to give me the relief I need.

Bas: When your material revolves around crappy jokes at my expense, then that's just sad. Really - you have /one/ subject. I know you're obsessed with me, Brodes, but come on. Hey, I'm not the one trying to be a comedian, here. That's on you.

Bas: Can't say I've counted. What - you think I don't own any R&H? You underestimate me, as usual. While I appreciate ballet as an art form, yeah - no. Besides all of the dizziness, it really is just gonna send me to sleep again. I've slept enough. Why do you equate my ability to find people to sleep with to a lack of standards? While I might have had some questionable hook-ups in the past (all hot, just some... questionable people), I do like quality. Newbie Brody sounds adorable - man, I'd have loved to corrupt him - but I digress. Just because you're fine going home alone, doesn't mean we all need to do so. Don't get me wrong, there's been a night or two where I haven't hooked up, but it's really not very often. Why skip out on the chance for some good sex? Fine, fine - he can do the groundwork, but I'm making my intentions clear.

Bas: Man, you can be so dramatic sometimes, you know that? Tell you what - if I die from sex, you can rest assured that you were right, and I'll have gone out in probably the best way that I possibly could. I'm not /that/ sick - I'll be fine in a few days. I already told you - nobody said /anything/ about being ass-raped to death apart from you. Seriously, I worry about you sometimes.

Bas: He's been hovering, yeah. You don't really /need/ to angle Blaine - his ass is a good view no matter where he's standing in the room, so long as he's not directly facing you. Although the rest of him is perfectly pleasing to look at, too.

Bas: You mean there's no one to obsess over. Don't worry, Brodes - me and my ass will be back in no time. Oh, but if he's as bad as you claim he is, you're fine mocking over texts? So cruel. I don't deserve this shit. I didn't say anything about not liking it. If nothing else, she'll give me something to do during lunch hour. And by /do/, well.... I'm sure you know what I mean. Yeah, but what happens when she puts on Legally Blonde and they start thinking that they can get a law degree and win trials based on their perm maintenance knowledge? And I bet she wouldn't even show the Broadway version.

Brody: Doesn't a room full of mirrors mess with the reflection though? Like kind of skew the coloration or something, because it's just reflection on reflection on reflection, etc? But yeah-- I mean, you could definitely play with more than one, get all the angles. You're missing the point, Bas. The point isn't what would take the least effort: it's what has the biggest payoff. And since you can't really handle that level of exertion for at least another week, the tease has to last until you can properly enjoy it. So until then, they can really only get by themselves by talking about how intense it's going to get-- how they're going to spread you out, stretch you open one finger at a time, three fingers deep, before lapping up your ass like a cream to a cat. Fucking bringing you to a breaking point if you don't have their full, thick, throbbing cock inside of you, punching up against your sweet spot hard while their hands are //finally// reaching around, slicked up so they're wet and hot and completely covering you and just pumping like you guys haven't fucked in weeks-- which, you know, you haven't. Because you've been on bedrest and he's not going to fuck you until you're off. It's a medical thing, Bas-- I mean, it's that or nothing, you know? And I figured since //nothing// was basically killing you here, it'd make more sense this way, right?

Brody: I hardly see that as sad-- who deserves jokes at their expense more than the proud peacock? I mean really? And it makes everybody laugh. I cater to my audience, what can I say. And you're worse than they are, Bas-- I know you; you'd rather hear anything about yourself than the funniest jokes about anyone else. Tcha-- everyone's a critic until the light's on them.

Brody: Well, let me know when you think of a ballpark figure. //You// watch Rogers and Hammerstein? Like more than just in passing? You do know people usually fall in //love// in those shows, right? Without sex? Or are you sleeping through those parts? You realize sleep isn't the enemy, right? I mean, I'm not encouraging you to sleep through culture in its purest form, but if your body's trying to drag you under, that's usually a sign. It might have something to do with the fact that there's a limited number of bodies in Ohio and you've likely slept with the majority of them-- and they definitely could not have been all 10s, Bas. I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't give some of them a 7 after you took off your beer goggles. Yeah, I'm familiar with the questionable aspect-- I've seen that scar on your back XD Hey-- Newbie Brody was still plenty experienced, just...a little gun shy. Let's just say I didn't leave Sparks without a little bit of crazy chasing me out. And if 22-year old Bas was when whips were involved in your sex life, I wouldn't really want to be corrupted, thanks. Well, I guess I just don't mind the break to focus on other things then. Sex isn't air for me. Bas, I've heard you guys talking-- I'm pretty sure your intentions are perfectly clear by now. Like bird flying into a window transparent.

Brody: //I// can be dramatic? That's a laugh, considering some of the shit I've seen you pull over the years. So I can write on your grave: Brody Told You So You Assless Peacock ? I mean, since if you die by //my// dick, I'm going to be in the next grave over, it seems only fair. Okay, okay-- you're just unnecessarily stuck on bedrest while coughing like hell. You're not sick. I'm still not sexing you up while you look like that. You know, when you say crap like that, it makes me believe you never even watched the show, much less read the books, and that hurts my feelings. I mean, did you think they'd be asking about the actor(s-- since the guy was recast three different times at least) or what? Because I'm pretty sure they would have clarified that point if that had been the case. Hey-- I didn't choose the dead guy. I chose the manipulative girl with experience.

Brody: well, so long as we're in agreement that his ass is way better than yours, I'll totally agree with that. I mean, personally, he's not really my type, but I don't blame you for pining over the innocent soul you failed to fully corrupt. Everyone has the one that got away, Bas.

Brody: I'm sorry, are you implying that I couldn't easily find someone else to talk to or about? Because I'm pretty sure that the conversation is significantly more diverse around the people that are actually //allowed// out of the house. Well, a) I can't see you, and 2) didn't you just say you were fine? XD Can't have it both ways, peacock. Speaking of obsession...you know you could always just stop answering, right?

Brody: [unsent] holy fuck please do not actually seriously consider that as an option-- why the fuck did I say that god fucking dammit I'm pathetic

Brody: I guess-- just make sure you wipe off the desk before and after-- and rinse out her mouth. God mayonnaise just bugs the crap out of me. I mean, obviously it's not hurting her, because she looks great, but why do people need their sandwiches to look like someone dumped a vat of glue on it? Yech. I admit, if your kids are watching Reese Witherspoon the Lawyer-based movies and not coming out of it with any worthwhile lyrics in their head, I'll be a little disappointed. But I'm sure she'd give them all time to perfect the bend-and-snap, since you won't be there to demonstrate whenever you need something from the principal XD

#ttl #smut #Sebastian Smythe #txt. Sebastian #text #Brobastian #plot drop #pneumonia #bedrest #txt_003

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