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The "Aziraphale needs to see the circumstances around Crowley's fall in order to see what heaven really is and that's going to be what causes him to break away" take really, really bothers me. For a multiple reasons.
The first is because Aziraphale is already miserable and TERRIFIED of heaven. I am sick and tired of the expectation that he deserves to have some kind of (further) shattering emotional crisis about them. They've made him miserable for hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of years. They've kept him separate from the love of his live. He deserves for them to leave him alone. Not to be further traumatized by finding out more upsetting things. The reason he hasn't "broken away" from them isn't because he "needs to figure out that they're evil" or something like that. It's because they are too powerful and he knows how terrifying and awful they are and that they will do very, very awful things to him if he tries to rebel. The problem isn't Aziraphale's mindset. It's them. It's them. It's them. Period.
Our angel has been through f*cking ENOUGH. He does not deserve to suffer more. He does not need to be tormented more in order to somehow magically be transformed a good person. (Enough, please, with the takes that trauma builds character. That's bullsh*t.)
Please, PLEASE don't forget that all the things he says about heaven being good are said WHERE HEAVEN CAN HEAR HIM. They are effectively omnipresent.
Aziraphale doesn't need to "break away" - Heaven needs to leave him alone. Period. They're the wrongdoers in this situation, not him.
The second reason I hate, hate, hate this take is because we don't know whether Crowley wants Aziraphale to know about his fall. YOU DON'T ALWAYS WANT THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR TRAUMAS. And that does NOT indicate a lack of trust or a flaw in the relationship. It is FINE not to ever want to tell people you love about certain sh*tty things that happen to you. This is very normal and okay.
I can think of multiple separate instances of this in my own family.
My dad never told me or my mom about the things he experienced during war. Not in detail. What would be the point? It wouldn't make him feel better, and we wouldn't really understand, because we haven't experienced that. It would just upset everyone.
I never told my family I was sexually assaulted. Most survivors don't tell many people about the experience, including people close to them. Why the hell would I????? It would just make them miserable and it wouldn't make me feel better. Sharing things like that doesn't always help. I only talk about it with people who've been through the same thing.
If Crowley hasn't talked to Aziraphale about his fall and doesn't want him to know how bad it was, I say good for them both. Leave it there. I would feel very violated if Aziraphale found out inadvertently (or worse, went snooping - although I don't think he would do that, but I digress) about something Crowley didn't want him to know about, and the show presented it as something that "needed to happen". That's messed-up. We shouldn't go prying into people's traumas like that. (Besides, Aziraphale is already very aware of how lonely and depressed Crowley is. He knows Crowley didn't want to fall. He knows he's upset about it.) If Crowley is keeping it from Aziraphale, that is his prerogative. It is a completely valid choice that needs to be respected. It doesn't necessarily mean he made that choice out of some misguided notion of "protecting" Aziraphale. It could very well just mean he doesn't see the point in telling him something that would probably just make them both miserable.
I am not here for the trauma of Crowley's fall being weaponized as some kind of teaching tool to make Aziraphale "learn his lesson". (Especially if Crowley's not the one to tell him.) That's sick. It's cruel for them both. It would in all likelihood not be good for their relationship.
Ehh I feel like there's more I could say on this but I'm getting too emotional to be coherent so I'm just going to leave it there.
Thanks for reading, friends.
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Choices. 2
Two: Tick Tock
Peter Parker x reader series
Summary: Everybody forgot who Peter Parker was. All his world tunerd grey until he met you and you started dating. It could have been perfect if it wasn't for the fact that MJ comes back and, surprise! She remembers EVERYTHING.
Warnings: Pure Angst!, Peter being kinda an idiot, mentions of cheating, swearing.
w/c: 2.3k +
a/n: I changed the name of the chapters and now I am happier with them. Hope you like them and enjoy this chapter! As always, coments, reblogs and likes are completely appreaciated. Thank you so much for all the love and suppor this series is having. I will be forever grateful! ❤️. Gif not mine.
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Peter left your apartment that night and his last words were:
"I'm going to fix it, I promise."
He never answered yes or no. He never gave you a concrete answer as to who he wanted to be with, her or you.
The truth is, even Peter didn't know. It was true that he loved you. But it was also true that seeing MJ remember him made his heart beat a mile a minute.
Peter Parker was many things, but it was always clear to him that he had to do the right thing. He always (or at least almost always) knew it was the right thing to do. And, if he didn't, his Aunt May was there to advise him and tell him what to do.
But now May wasn't there. Maybe that's why it was so hard for him to give up on MJ. They were both the only women he had loved in a long time and he lost them on the same day. Having Michelle's memory back made him feel like he had at least gotten one of them back.
However, Parker didn't know if he needed MJ in his life. After all, he already had a life with you. HAD in the past tense. Because obviously you broke up with him after you saw him kissing his ex-girlfriend at the carnival.
Ned, on the other hand, still didn't remember him. And he probably never would again. MJ was a mere pure stroke of luck and the brown-haired boy didn't know if it was a blessing from the universe or if he just wanted to taunt him by putting him in a situation no one wants to be in.
Although he still wasn't sure if he would be able to forgive him for what he did. The brown-eyed man had to make a decision. Go back to MJ and bring his past with him into his present or try with you and continue with his present into the future.
Peter thought it best to go out on patrol and clear his head in the cool night air. That's when he decided he should give you the time you asked for and go out with MJ. Not as a couple, at least for now or maybe never, but as friends who haven't seen each other in a long time and need to unwind from everything that has happened in their lives.
You managed to catch a glimpse of them on one of their outings. They were walking around campus while eating a slice of pizza and laughing about God knows what.
Your heart sank even deeper into your chest. You were already a mess trying to live without him. Now you had to watch him be happy with her too?
Right there you felt selfish. You didn't want Peter to laugh with her. You wanted him to laugh with you.
The aforementioned wiped the corner of MJ's mouth with a napkin and a tear slid down your cheek as you thought of the many times he did the same for you.
'She's not me' you repeated to yourself. But even then you couldn't stop the hole growing in your chest at catastrophic speeds.
They were there, laughing and eating while you were miserable, and yet you couldn't hate Peter for loving her. In spite of everything, you loved him.
Love is a double-edged sword.
Two days later you were watching Netflix in your bedroom when your phone vibrated on the coffee table. The screen was lit up with the word 'Peter♡' and your breath caught in your lungs. Should you answer it? your heart asked. Should you ignore it? your brain asked.
The heart won the battle this time. You answered the call.
"H-" you cleared your throat. You wanted to sound as neutral as possible. "Hello?"
"Y/n..." his voice was barely a whisper. "I didn't know if you were going to answer" his voice was so low that you had to turn up the volume as high as it would go and give him your full attention.
"What's wrong?" you asked.
"Nee-" he coughed. "I need your help...please" a faint whimper was heard from his side of the line and that was enough to worry you. Something wasn't right.
"Peter? Is everything all right? What's wrong?" your voice was now one of concern. You've never turned your back on those you love and care about, you weren't about to start now.
"I... I'm kind of hurt" he breathed again and your breath hitched. "It's not serious but-" he paused. "I can't get up." He confessed.
"Where are you?" you got up from the small couch to look for your shoes. "Peter?" You worried about his breathing on the other end of the line.
"In my apartment" he grunted in pain. "Shit."
"I'm on my way" you hung up the call and grabbed your keys. You still kept your copy of the ones to his apartment so getting inside it wasn't a problem.
You leave your keys on the plate on the counter and remove your shoes as quickly as you can before running to her room.
"Peter?" you ask when you don't see him and pause to scan his room.
"Here!" he groans. He made too much force when he spoke so you could hear him from the bathroom.
You walk in and see him lying in the unfilled bathtub. He was dressed in nothing but his boxers but it didn't bother you. It's not like you haven't seen him like this before.
"I tried to take a shower but I slipped and I don't have the strength or energy to get up" he smiles apologetically in your direction.
"I see..." you walk over and see his suit on the floor. "Why a shower?" you ask.
"The guy I stopped was doing weird experiments and threw some weird substance at me. I preferred not to take any chances and showered as soon as I got home" he clarified.
"Let me help you" you hold his arms and help him stand up.
Peter felt more than embarrassed at that moment. Because of what he had told you and because you were too good to say no to him when he needed help.
"Thank you" he sits on his bed and takes the towel you offer him so he can dry off.
"Is the medicine cabinet in the same place?" you ask. It's been a little over two weeks since you've been in his apartment.
Having him so close and yet so far away hurts like a million needles pricking your heart. But none of this was your fault, it was his and he's the one who should fix it. Even though you saw him so happy with MJ, you still had hope that he was going to choose you and come back to you.
It's okay to dream, isn't it?
You bandage his wounds after cleaning them and turn around so he can put on some boxers and gym shorts with a little privacy. You didn't leave the room because you were afraid he would fall while doing it so turning around was enough.
"Thank you for coming. I know I don't deserve it" he mumbles with his eyes on you as you turn to look at him.
"It's true... Maybe you don't deserve it coming from me" you shrug. "But I can't help but help the people I love.
'People I love' Peter's eyes sparkled at that phrase. You still loved him, that was more than enough.
"I really appreciate it" He smiles and watches you sit next to him on the bed.
"Why didn't you call MJ?" you ask abruptly. It was a question you asked yourself since he called you for help.
"She's busy, she couldn't come." He said without thinking.
And then reality hits you in the face and chills you like a bucket of cold water.
"So I was your second choice just because she couldn't" Your voice is serious. You just remembered how everything went down the drain in one night.
"What? No?" he frowns. "That's not what I wanted-"
"Save your excuses. I don't want to hear them," you stand up and look at him seriously. "You're already bandaged and in your bed. Next time, don't call me."
"Y/n. Please" he tries to get up but his side hurts "That's not what I meant I promise."
"Your promises don't mean anything to me anymore" you feel a lump in your throat. You are on the verge of tears. "You know one of the things that hurts me the most, Peter?"
"I-" he sighs and shakes his head. He wants to let you finish your point.
"You were indeed my first love, my first time, my first everything" the tears build up in your eyes but you're determined not to let them out. "And you didn't think about that before you stuck your tongue in her mouth. I bet your heart never beat for me like it does for her."
The brown-eyed man was about to say something until you both hear the sound of someone knocking at the door you watch Peter get up and walk to open it.
You walk behind him only because you know it's time to go. You shouldn't have come in the first place.
When Peter opens the door, the person behind it is MJ.
"You should give me a copy of the key" she laughs lightly.
"Keep mine" you put on your shoes and grab your purse. You walk over to the plate where you left them before and put them in her hand. "I won't be needing them anymore" you walk out of the apartment and she is both surprised and confused.
Another two weeks passed. Peter felt empty again. Just like he felt when he lost MJ and Ned in the first place but worse because not only had he lost you. He had let you down completely.
Spiderman became clumsy on his nightly patrols, he didn't pay attention and classes and even less when MJ talked to him. Even though he knew she was just trying to make him feel better.
"Peter?" she asks. "Peter!" She snaps her fingers in front of his face and sighs heavily.
"Yes?" He looks at you but his gaze is still lost.
"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" she asks.
"How could I not when she's right here" he shows you his pencil.
"What do you mean right here?" MJ asks with a frown.
"Yes, it's right here. She's the one who gave me this pencil" he sighs. "And she's over there too" he points to the girl sitting a couple of tables away from where they were sitting. "That girl has her same color hair" he looks at his fingers "but not just over there" he points to a boy with a can in his hand. "That boy is drinking his favorite drink." He snorts. "Everything in this damn library reminds me of her."
"Why haven't you tried talking to her then?" he shrugs.
"Because I'm lousy with words, MJ. Whenever I try to tell her something, she ends up misunderstanding it because it was me in the first place who didn't know how to use the right words" he runs his hands over his face.
"Then don't talk to her" she shrugs.
The brown-haired boy looks at her with a frown. "That's supposed to solve my problems? Thanks MJ." She rolls her eyes.
"Stop your sarcasm," the chestnut-haired girl points
Her finger at him. "I mean maybe I should be the one to talk to her." He sighs. "I shouldn't have kissed you, Peter. I didn't know you had a girlfriend."
"MJ..." Peter sighs and takes her hand. "I was the one who shouldn't have kissed you having a girlfriend. It wasn't your fault, it was mine." He assures her. "I'm the one who should fix this."
Michelle nods and looks to her left. There you were. Watching as Peter held her hand just as he held yours. You shouldn't care, it's been a month since you and Parker broke up but it still hurts like hell.
MJ saw you pull back quickly before she could separate her hands from Peter's. "At least she knows you and I aren't dating?" she asks and Peter denies.
"No, I've tried to tell her but me and my big mouth always say something else and I hurt her more than I manage to fix it." He sighs heavily.
"What? She still thinks that you and I...?" MJ pauses.
"Yup." Peter nods and fixes his gaze on the floor.
"Peter... that's not fair" he sighs and shakes his head.
Parker knows. He knows it's not fair but he already said it, he's not good with words.
"Everything I say ends up being misinterpreted and it's my fault!" He covers his face with his hands. "Help, MJ. Please."
"And if instead of using words you take action?" proposes the brunette.
"What do you mean by that?" The boy raises an eyebrow. "You'll have to be more specific."
"God... you're so smart but so dumb at the same time, how is that possible?" She rolls her eyes. "You have to do something for her, something she can't refuse or misunderstand, and then explain everything to her, Peter. Be honest."
"You're right," he nods and sighs. "No more secrets."
Peter was already planning something in his mind. Something that would make you either forgive him or wish you never saw him again. That was up to you.
However, He had to move and plan a little faster. Your heart still loved him, true, but it wasn't closed to moving on and rejecting Parker altogether.
Austin, a classmate who asked you out before you and Peter dated, found out about your breakup with him and was determined not to pass up the opportunity that was once taken away from him.
Tick tock, Peter. Your time is running out.
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Kiss It Off Me
CHAPTER 3
Chapter Summary:
'Next time,' she promises herself. 'I'll take a photo of her.'
Pairings: Haley x Fem!farmer
Disclaimer: I do not own Stardew Valley or any of the related characters. Stardew Valley is created by and owned by ConcernedApe. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Stardew Valley story belong to ConcernedApe.
Warning: None so far? Just Haley being her usual self
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Spring 6
"Em."
No response.
She tried again, this time a little louder.
"Emily."
Still nothing.
Her eyes twitched in mild annoyance, frustration simmering within her as she tried to get her sister's attention. Haley didn't have the patience to deal with this anymore.
"Emily!" she practically shouted, her voice echoing in the small room.
"What?" Thank Yoba she finally looked up from her sewing machine. Haley's already seconds away from leaving her room and just stew about this stupid problem for the rest of the week.
She probably could but nooo, the guilt has been eating her for days already!
Haley's not one to apologize, she didn't even know how. Emily already told her the mechanics and only Yoba knows how long she's been practicing her lines in front of her mirror. The last time she was this distressed was when her parents suddenly thought it was a good idea to move here without even asking if she and Emily were okay with it.
She'd done the hard part and she didn't even know if her apology will be as heartfelt as Emily would expect, but there was a problem.
One she can't do alone without looking pathetic.
Emily doesn't even have any idea how much pride Haley had to swallow just to barge and sit here in her hippie room and on her just as hippie bed surrounded by her Yoba awful wallpaper, and ask for help for the second time this week.
"It's the farmer," she finally responded quietly. She had been stalling for time, hoping that Emily would somehow magically understand what was going on.
Oh, god why is this so difficult?
"The farmer?" Emily repeated, her eyes narrowing with confusion. Haley winced at the thought of having to say the words aloud.
"She's avoiding me."
"Avoi–" Emily stopped herself as she gave Haley an incredulous look. "Now you're just being ridiculous, sis. Have you not been wearing the rose quartz ring I gave you?"
"No?" Haley replies, confused.
What's a stupid stone got to do with her problem?
"It's been days and I haven't caught even a glimpse of her hair," Haley flail her hands wildly in frustration. "This town is no city. How the hell could I have missed her? How am I supposed to apologize to someone who keeps hiding?"
"Slow down, Hay." Emily finally abandoned her little project and proceeded to sit beside her. "I haven't seen Y/n/n for over two days either. Maybe she's just busy with the farm?"
"Y/n/n?" Haley's immaculate brow shot up in surprise. Emily's already on a nickname basis with the farmer? And what did she just say? "Two days ago?" She questioned.
The last time Haley saw you was that embarrassing incident, and that was three days ago.
Okay, if Haley wasn't sure before, she's definitely sure now. The farmer is indeed avoiding her.
Why else Emily was able to see you and Haley couldn't?
"Yeah, she visited the saloon." Emily remained oblivious to her sister's inner turmoil. "She's super cool and has already made friends with Leah. They even came together. Even Shane and Pam seemed to warm up to her immediately."
"Leah?" Haley repeated, eyebrows raising even further than possible.
She's not all that surprised with Pam and Shane. Despite their slightly hostile personality, they are pretty much the easiest to impress if Haley would dare to try. Just give those two a couple of beers and they are good to go.
But really? Leah? Haley barely knows the woman. "The weirdo that carves wood outside of town?"
Emily poked her with a bony finger. "She's an artist," she corrected, a frown creasing her features. "Seriously, sis. You need to stop calling people names. Remember that's the reason you're in this situation."
"Okay, mom." She grumbled. No need to rub it in.
"I'm pretty sure you're not even trying to find her," Emily accused with a glare.
"Yes, I am!" Haley's defense was immediate. Of course, she's been looking for you. How else could she have assumed that you were avoiding her?
"Did you go to her farm?"
"No."
"Did you look for her all over town?"
"No. Are you nuts? That's a long walk from here."
Emily hummed in acknowledgment. "Then how can you say she's avoiding you when you're not even leaving the house?"
"I did!" Haley protested. Did she, though? She deflated for a moment. "Once, I guess, the other day. I waited for her in the river. She always feed the squirrels, but she never came."
"I'm sure she's just busy, sis. Don't be sad."
"I'm not—" Haley was suddenly engulfed in Emily's arms.
"I haven't seen you this stressed since forever. My baby sis is finally growing up and learning how to say sorry," Emily sniffled, wiping a fake tear. Haley could only grumble in annoyance.
She's ruining my hair!
Haley rolled her eyes at her sister's dramatics but couldn't help but feel comforted by the embrace. "I'm not a baby," she muttered but didn't push her sister away.
"I know. Still..."
Speaking of apologies though.
It seemed like Haley didn't even need to apologize after all.
The farmer— Y/n is apparently okay and has a cool friend already. She didn't hurt any feelings, hooray!
The world can now finally continue without Haley saying sorry.
She can also finally throw this guilt away and start taking photos seriously. She's already behind in finishing her portfolio. At this rate she won't be able to submit her photos to some galleries she's been eyeing since last fall.
Maybe tomorrow she'd break out the camera.
Yes, that would be ideal.
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Spring 7
Haley found herself standing by the Cindersap River once again. Of course, this had absolutely got nothing to do with the sole purpose of seeing a certain farmer.
Not at all.
The lighting outside is just too perfect to let it slip away.
In fact, she’s so focused on getting a good angle for the squirrel without frightening it away that she didn't notice that the person she's been looking for finally went out from her territory and went straight to what's-her-name's cottage with a bowl of green, leafy vegetables Haley would probably eat for her Spring diet and not out of want.
Yes, she didn't notice all that, at all.
Note the sarcasm though. Sometimes she's just good with this language that people mistake it as her mother tongue.
If only she could get a better shot for this little guy, it will be a great addition to her portfolio. As stagnant as Pelican is, she could never deny that the town has the best spots in featuring how nature and humans interact together in harmony. Something that urban life lacks. She even had a photo of Marnie feeding her animals, and it's probably one of the closest pictures that fit her theme. There's also another one— that one picture she got a few days ago with the farmer.
It's a good picture. She thought to herself. The farmer could be a good model for her theme. If there's one person closest to nature that would be you. You're a farmer after all.
Yeah, right. As if.
If anyone would suggest that to her, she'd probably laugh at their faces.
Impossible.
Focus, Haley. She mentally scolded herself.
Nah, this angle just won't do. It's too flat.
She looked at the lens again and took a few steps to the left. And only then she realized her mistake when she failed to notice a slippery patch on the ground. Before she knew it, she had lost her footing and was tumbling toward the water. Her heart raced with fear as she desperately tried to regain her balance.
"Oh, my god!"
She's gonna fall.
Her camera's going to get wet!
Her photos from the previous days are there, and she hasn’t developed all of them yet in her dark room.
She braced herself for the impact.
To get wet.
To probably throw her camera and purse on the side. Never mind it might break, but she can still save her photos.
Just as she thought she was about to fall into the river, a strong, calloused hand shot out and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into a solid chest. She looked up to see none other than the farmer, who had just saved her from potentially drowning and ruining her photos,
"That was a close one," you breathed.
Haley's cheeks burn, quickly separating from you as if she were burned. you're too close. Too close that Haley caught a whiff of your earthy smell, what seems to be freshly cut grass, and a small hint of mint that she knows she supposedly hates. "I— I..."
"You okay?"
"I am!" She answered quickly. Too quickly. Haley laughed nervously. "Thank you, um..."
Just spit out her name already.
"It's Y/n, remember?" Oh, joy. Now she assumes Haley doesn't remember her name.
Haley looked up once again. You don't seem offended even for the slightest bit. If anything, you looked amused.
"Of course, I remember. I was just... I haven't seen you since whatever and," Haley tried to cross her arms in defense but the camera dangling around her neck prevented her to do so. "I was still shocked, okay?"
"Wait, so you're looking for me?"
"No!" came her reply, vehement and just plain defensive.
"Well, if you're not wondering," you threw her a sideway glance, smirking as you continued, "I was actually busy tidying things up on the farm. I also brought the things I left in the city."
"Okay." She shrugged in feigned indifference. "As I said, I wasn't looking for you or anything."
The chuckle that came from you was rich and genuine. "Right, right." It doesn't look like you believed Haley for one bit, and she wants to definitely smack the smirk right off your face. "You should be careful next time though." You turned completely serious now.
"I know. I was just taking a picture of..." she turns to point toward the subject of her camera only to find an empty spot where the squirrel should have been on. "Great," she huffed. "It's gone."
"What is?" you tilted your head in confusion and Haley didn't get why her stomach suddenly flipped from the gesture.
"The squirrel!" She flails her hands in exasperation. "I've been trying to get the perfect shot for hours!"
"Don't worry," there's that smile again. "I see another one right over there."
Truth be told from where the farmer's index finger points was a squirrel a couple of trees away. "But" Haley started when she remembered something," they always run away from me. I had to hide earlier to even get a shot."
You only hum in acknowledgment as you take a few walnuts from the pockets of your worn-out farmer pants. "Here." You reach out, clasping Haley's hands in yours, and place a few nuts on her open palms, and Haley's mind can only shut down at the sudden contact.
You slowly leaned down, making an urging motion to the little guy as you began making clicking sounds with your mouth, hoping to get the squirrel's attention. The little guy paused and looked in their direction. You repeated the sound a few more times, and to Haley's delight, the squirrel started to approach them.
"Come on, little guy," you whispered, continuing to click your tongue. The squirrel hopped closer and closer until it was only a few feet away, its tiny nose twitching as it sniffed the air. You turned to her with a wide grin and Haley had to turn her cheek away, fearing of getting caught staring. "Just be gentle and they won't run away anymore. I've been feeding these guys for a while now and they easily warmed up to me. Here, let me show you."
You crouched down and held out a single walnut on your open palm. The bold little squirrel immediately scampered up to you, its tiny paws reaching for the treat.
Haley watched in amazement as you patiently fed the little guy, letting it nibble on the walnut before offering another. As she watched you interact with the animal, she couldn't help her stomach twist into knots once again.
"It's so cute." Haley bit back a smile.
"Aren't they?" You returned her with one of your own, your eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's your turn now."
"But I don't..."
"Don't worry, I got you."
Haley wasn't exactly sure what 'I got you' meant but she didn't expect a pair of calloused hands wrapping on her own ones as the farmer guided her down to face the little animal. Haley's heart was pounding, hard and fast, and she liked to think it was because she was nervous around wild animals. She always liked taking a picture of them but feeding them up close is an entirely different story. Her parents also don’t like her touching them.
If you noticed her shaking hands, you didn't give any indication. Instead, you were giving her soft words of encouragement as she held out the walnut.
A sense of excitement surged up in her as the squirrel approached her with curious eyes before taking the walnut one by one with her tiny paws.
"Are those supposed to fit all in its mouth?" Haley asked with a giggle, surprised at the sound of it escaping her lips.
Giggle? Haley never giggles.
But the sight of the little guy trying to fit its fifth walnut in its mouth was simply too adorable to ignore.
"I know, right?" You barked out a laugh.
Her heart sores at the sight. She tried to ignore her hands twitching to capture this moment but she knew she only has limited time before the squirrel runs away again.
So instead, she raised her camera, and took a quick adjustment with the shutter, lighting, and a bit of exposure before finally taking a snap.
'Next time,' she promises herself. 'I'll take a photo of her.'
She took a quick peek at the viewfinder. She wants to check first if it was blurred, or if the lighting suddenly becomes off at the last second.
But as she looked at the screen, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The way the light was filtering through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground, was simply breathtaking. And the squirrel was perfectly captured in all its glory, with its bushy tail fanned out behind it and its tiny paws holding the nut with precision and delicacy. The sharpness of the image was astounding, with every little detail of the fur and the texture of the walnut visible in stunning clarity.
"Wow, this looks good." You were suddenly behind her, your warm breath tickling the back of Haley's neck. "I'm glad you made good use of the natural lighting. Squirrels get frightened a lot with flash."
Haley couldn't help but feel a bit flustered by the proximity of the farmer. "Kiss ass much?" she tried to joke, but her breath was caught in her throat.
You chuckled awkwardly and leaned back a bit, your ears turning a faint shade of pink. "I'm not—I..." you stumbled over your words. "It's a good photo, okay?"
Haley throws her head back and lets out a loud, unrestrained laugh.
"Haha," you roll your eyes and pretend to walk out.
Haley's hand shoots up to grab your arm for a brief moment in the midst of laughter.
"I was just kidding. Yoba, you're so serious."
Haley's grin was never wiped off from her face but she half expected you to frown at her or even look away. Yet, your eyes were sparkling in great amusement, the corners of your eyes crinkling, and you gave Haley your biggest, endearing smile.
"Am not!"
"Am, too!"
"Am not!"
"Am, too!"
Your banter continued, filled with playful bickering and teasing words, until you finally raised your hands in mock surrender. "You win, woman."
Haley smiled in triumph. "Ha, I'm always right anyway."
You could only smile at her antics, and Haley found herself wondering when was the last time she had openly enjoyed someone's company besides Alex's. He's not exactly the most exciting company since all he ever talks about is his grid ball but he's a great listener and a friend nonetheless
The farmer, however— Haley takes a good, subtle look at you.
Dark messy hair tied in a loose bun with uneven locks framing your face, a worn-out denim jacket over what looked like an old white shirt, and your boots were covered in mud and grass. Haley tried not to wince at a patch of mud just below your chin yet that stupid smile of yours made Haley overlook everything else.
Everything that Haley hated; dirt, hand-me-down clothes, and every single mundanity farm life could offer— she hates it all.
She started hating everything about the farmer long before she could even step foot in this town and yet this dork, this woman has the audacity to stand so close to her and give Haley that dumb smile and help her take a photo and just ugh.
How could she hate you now?
"Is there something on my face?"
Haley mutters another prayer to Yoba that the sun shining between the gaps of leaves from the trees hid the growing redness she felt rising from her face.
"You're fine." Haley forced out with a teasing tone, hoping to hide her own nervousness.
"No, really, Haley?" Your fingers lightly touched your face in a self-conscious gesture, and Haley's heart skipped a beat. It was so endearing that she almost forgot to breathe. "Do I have something on my face? Was that the reason you're laughing?"
Haley rolled her eyes to mask the smile threatening on her face. Haley's name shouldn't sound so good coming from your mouth, but it is.
It's unfair, really.
"Oh, my god." Rolling her eyes, she whipped out a handkerchief she was keeping in her purse. She closes the distance between her and you. With a dainty hand, she wipes the mud from your neck. "Next time, maybe take a look in the mirror before stepping out," she added, trying to sound as snobbish as possible.
Key word 'try.'
Luckily, you actually had some dirt on you, so Haley had a reason why in Yoba's name she'd been looking at you for far too long than necessary, but she couldn't help but glance at you with a quirky smile on her lips.
"Thanks," you murmured, your tone almost bashful as you looked at Haley.
It was then that Haley realized just how close she was standing— much closer than she had intended. Before she could pull away, however, you surprised her by placing a gentle hand on hers, and in the other hand, producing a bright yellow daffodil seemingly out of thin air.
Haley didn't allow herself to breathe until you finally tucked the flower into her hair and finally put a space between the two of you before Haley did.
"As a thank you," you murmured.
"I..." Haley's mind was racing as she tried to decide whether to run or stay and face the overwhelming wave of emotions coursing through her. But before she could make up her mind, you beat her to it.
"I'm sorry!" You exclaimed apologetically, probably mistaking the look of horror (or probably utter embarrassment) written clearly on her face as discomfort. "I didn't mean to invade your personal space. I just..."
"No!" Haley couldn't help but interrupt, her voice rising in pitch, feeling a sense of urgency in her words. "I did it first and it’s no problem really." Lie. "I also got you something."
Summoning her courage, Haley dug into her purse and pulled out a freshly developed photo, one she had taken just three days ago. With trembling hands, she placed it into your open palms, this time keeping a respectful distance between the two of you.
"Here," she said.
"Oh." The farmer breathed in surprise. "This one is..."
"Yeah... the one the other day."
You hesitated before speaking again. "Are you sure?" you asked, concern lacing over your words. "This photo is amazing, Haley. I'd feel bad if..."
"Keep it," she said firmly. "Please, it's the least I could do after taking that shot without your consent."
"It's okay. It turned out good anyway. Thank you!" You flashed her that smile again.
Haley felt a wave of relief wash over her. She was about to turn, taking that as her cue to leave when you moved to inspect the back of the photo.
Quickly, Haley spoke up, hoping to distract you.
"No problem! Uhm, I still need to cook for lunch, yeah." Another lie, but was good enough to capture your attention. "Thank you again for helping me and for the... saving thing. I'll... I'll see you around, yeah?"
She wished she didn't sound so hopeful.
Your small grin reassured her. "For sure. I'll see you around, Haley."
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"What's up, Hay? I haven't seen you in... wait— nice flower by the way! Where'd ya get 'em?"
"Just a thank-you gift from someone."
"A someone, huh?" Alex raised an eyebrow in playful suspicion. "Do I know this someone?"
"Ugh. Shut up, Alex!"
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Notes:
Is this still even a slow burn?Oh, well I suck on it apparently. Still I hc Haley as having a lowkey admiration(or crush) for the farmer on the first year of Spring but was too stubborn (and oblivious) to admit it so here ya go
#stardew valley#stardew haley#haley x farmer#haley x reader#stardew farmer#stardew alex#stardew fanfic
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The rain will hide us
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Summary: Stranded on an unkown planet, you've fallen sick. Thankfully, Luke is there with you. However, you might not be the only one in need of care.
Wordcount: 2.3k
Tags: Luke Skywalker x GN!Reader, force sensitive reader, comfort, fluff, mentions of injuries, one-shot. Angst somehow got in.
The paleness of the morning starts to filtrate through the tent, drawing the dark little spots left by quiet raindrops. Their clatter serves as a gentle wake up call while, outside, an unexplored jungle sleeps.
“How are you feeling?” Before you can even shift in your sleeping bag, Luke has already turned his attention to you, lying a kind hand on your shoulder. For a second, you miss the times when you could have just watched him for a couple of minutes before choosing to signal that you’re awake.
Truth is you feel like shit. A trash compactor could have chewed and spit you out while you were unconscious for all you know. At the effort of answering his question, a raspy whine leaves your sore throat. “Better.”
He’s sitting next to you, not very convinced. There’s urgency tingling the tips of his fingers, you can feel it through the Force. “Is it okay if I check?”
An almost imperceptible shivery note haunts his voice. In the dark circles under his eyes you can sense a long and rough night. You nod. Even though you can feel the last remnants of sickness haven't completely faded from your exhausted body, the back of his hand is warm against your burning cheek and forehead. With an alleviated sigh, Luke finally lets his hand slide down your arm.
“You still have a fever, but it isn’t as high anymore.”
“What happened?”
“Do you remember the crash?”
“A little. I remember the battle, the evacuation when the ship went down.” The mission you embarked on seems to have failed spectacularly. You try to sweep away the thoughts of your fallen comrades, at least till you get back and get to know for sure how many of them are actually gone. “We got into the same escape pod and… this atmosphere messed with the navigation systems, I guess.” You grumble, rubbing the side of your head. “Why don’t I remember much after that?”
“You were trapped in the wreckage for a few minutes. I couldn’t take you out earlier. (Y/N), I’m so sorry. You got some cuts and superficial burns. Perhaps a broken rib.” Oh, so that’s what the bandages are for. And probably why you’ve been stripped down to your standard issue underwear. Suddenly, Luke avoids your gaze and an uncomfortable ripple flutters through the Force, but you’re too distracted frowning at the new scratch across his cheek.
“Did you get hurt?”
“No, I’m fine. But you… You were feverish the whole night.” He continues, bringing the med kit closer to show you a box of painkillers, an empty stim canister, an open tube of pomade, anxious to let you know everything he gave you while you were unconscious.
“It’s ok.” You set your hand over his to stop his nervous tinkering through the med kit. “I trust you, Luke. How many times have we done this? Tell me, what happened next?”
He licks his lips, then looks down at his hands. “You became really sick.”
“I’m sorry. I must have scared you. This is all my fault.” You groan before he can start giving you a thousand reasons why it isn’t. “It really is. I knew I was already sick before the mission. It was just a cold two days ago, but I guess it made me more vulnerable to whatever I caught here.”
Luke shifts closer to you, suddenly alarmed. “Why did you come to this mission then? Why didn’t you say anything?”
You remember those agonizing moments when he didn’t show up at the rendezvous point after the battle of Hoth, gone to Force knows where, while you were left alone wondering if he’d been killed. Turns out he’d just left on his own. It’s not as if he owed you any explanation, you were merely friends. He's fated to go out there and do things so far greater than anything having to do with you. So you tried to slap yourself out of this silly anxiety. After all, the others were gone with the Falcon too, and you had to resign yourself to the faith that they'd be alright.
And then Luke came back, his body battered and his spirit broken worse than you’d ever seen before or since.
Shyly, you slide your fingers out of your cover. He quickly holds them in between his palms. You’re sure the sky outside the tent would pale in comparison with the intensity of his tired gaze right now, glassy and blue. And yet, all you manage to conjure in response is a lie.
“I wanted to feel useful. The Rebellion needs all the hands it can get.”
If he realizes, he doesn’t say anything. He just leans in to warm your cold hand with his breath. Luke might not be a full Jedi just yet, but he can probably sense how tired you are of this game of claiming guilt for everything, of just rambling around the edges of what neither of you feel brave enough to say. He just knows you that inescapably well.
For now, the tent has become quiet, so quiet you can even hear him swallow. After a second of allowing yourself to stare at the muscles of his neck tense up and relax with the motion, you look down and sink your flaming face into the sleeping bag.
Against his advice, you sit up. The chill bites your exposed skin, setting a feverish tremor within your chest. However, you don’t let him make you settle back into the bedding.
“Can I say something without it turning into another exchange of apologies?” you ask. Noticing your sudden eagerness, he nods. However, his hands remain close, as if you were about to collapse. “Thank you for saving my life. Truly.”
He seems about to reply with some excuse, probably minimizing himself once again, but you raise a warning finger along with a threatening expression. It makes him laugh, brighter than he’s laughed in months. It lasts too little for your taste, but at least the smile lingers on his face.
“Ok, you win this one. Now, that pomade needs to be reapplied.”
After taking a panicked second to realize what he’s asking, you turn slightly so he can get better access to the burn, which covers the back of your shoulder and part of your right arm. Luke scooches closer till you’re basically sitting between his legs. You wonder if he notices his warmth setting you aflame, but he seems too busy readying the ointment to even look at you, his eyes half hidden under soft locks of weathered gold. However, a loaded silence falls in the tent, during which you feel the urge to cover your front with the sleeping bag.
“It’s gonna feel a little cold,” he warns before touching you, his voice barely audible.
You had already made up your mind to behave and not show any sign of discomfort, but you need to turn away to hide your face. Honestly, you’re not sure if it’s the painkillers or the surreal ambience around you, but you swear you’ve never been treated by gentler hands. As they work to spread the medicine, you hold yourself together barely enough to not just let go and plop yourself on his lap. You feel beyond beaten, and over your head a thick cloud keeps your judgment in a state of relaxed lethargy. Truth is his welcoming stance, along with the way his fingers caress your tender skin as he softly talks you through the process, isn’t helping your already lazy resolve.
“I’m so glad, it doesn’t seem like it got infected. I think there’s a chance it won’t leave a scar once we can get you proper treatment back in the fleet.”
You hum half heartedly in response, doing your best to join in the effort to evade the silence instead of entertaining the thought that you don’t actually want to go back. Because he wouldn’t be with you then. Luke has been avoiding the fleet since Bespin, and you've made up your mind to follow him for as long as he wants you around.
“Have you been awake the whole night? Meditating?”
“Not meditating. Standing guard.”
When he finishes up your new bandages, you hear the rustling of knots coming undone and, right after, you’re covered with Luke’s outer robe. Apparently, your top had to be cut off your body when he first tended to your wounds. As he helps drape the garment around your shoulders and slide your arms into the sleeves careful to not graze your wounds, the warmth it still bears surrounds you. Ah, it smells like him too.
Luke seems ready to offer an excuse to quiet your concerns over his lack of sleep, but it fizzles out before your demanding frown. A pained flare crosses behind his eyes as his Force signature heats up around you. He doesn’t mean to leave you out of his thoughts, he truly doesn’t. It’s just that lately they’ve been a mess not even he has felt ready to untangle. And, if he’s not ready to talk, you won’t push him. However, this silence is a little needle to your heart, and the jab reaches him when it becomes too painful for you to hide.
“I tried to meditate until I had to give up. I couldn’t find the peace for it. You were trembling and twisting in your sleep, burning with fever… mumbling things.”
“Were they embarrassing?” you joke, trying to lift the mood a little. However, instead of following you down that path, you feel a little tug. He’s lightly pulling at the edge of your sleeve, well, his.
“Don’t leave me. Please, stay.”
The pressure around your wrist makes it sound like an apology. Why? For letting you fall sick? For leaving you behind and going to Dagobah on his own? You’re getting tired of riddles, and you’re already trembling from the effort of sitting up straight. Your hand lands on his shoulder, a gesture that seems to finally break him out of his spiraling thoughts and look at you.
“And you did. You stayed.”
An exhalation later, you’re buried in his chest. It’s hard to tell who initiated the hug when you’re enthralled by how melting into each other makes everything else melt away. Luke’s hands travel down your hair, and you wonder when taking in this soothing became as easy as breathing. Well, not exactly. There needs to be a spell, a certain quietness to the air like the one flooding the tent right now. Melancholy is usually the trigger, the signature to the wordless contract between the two of you that grants you permission to indulge in this kind of comfort. Later you’d usually dream awake about it, lost in the memory of what feels forbidden during the daylight. It aches a little that at least one of you needs to be in some kind of pain to feel allowed this kind of intimacy.
A sigh brushes against your ear as Luke barely dares to talk in a whisper. “What if I can’t do this?”
“Don’t worry, the Rebellion knows we’re here, we’ll be out of here in no time…”
“Not that. It’s about-” The words get lost as they’re spilled from his lips. Luke lets out a shaky breath before sinking deeper into your hair. “Everything.”
“It’s okay. I understand.”
“You always do.”
“And listen, I truly believe there’s a special path ahead of you. A bright one. However, no matter what happens, even if things go wrong, I’ll be here. I mean- we all will. We’ll love you all the same.”
You nuzzle up closer against him, prompting a pleased sigh out of him.
“I’ve been leaning on you too much.”
You chuckle, “how so? You just saved me in, like, five different ways just during the last twelve hours.”
“What you do is way more difficult.”
A hand cradles your head close to his chest, while his other arm surrounds you. And, as the silence settles once again, you finally feel him relax around you as your hands travel up his back. Through his thin inner tunic, the heartbeat pressed against your cheek allows itself to slow down a little.
“You take a nap now. I’ll keep watch.”
“You’re hurt,” he complains. “And sick.”
“I’ll have a blaster at hand and wake you up as soon as I hear anything outside, I swear.” You hush him before he can complain. “Do I need you to remind you of your instruction, commander? If you don’t rest you’ll compromise the mission.”
“And what mission is that?”
“Get back to base, safe and sound. And stick together until then.”
Luke brushes your cheek with his thumb, as if to check again if your fever has gone down enough to leave the task to you. “Yeah, I might be able to do that.”
So you get back in the sleeping bag so as to not get cold, and he lays down over it next to you. He does so a bit skittish at first, so you interlock his fingers with yours and guide him down to the most comfortable spot, next to you. Soon, exhaustion defeats any remaining fear and Luke feels brave enough to wrap an arm around you. Soon, sleep has taken him.With your heart coming to a halt, you finally dare to take in his features. Even though a shadow of worry still darkens his brow, his features look softer than you’ve seen lately. It takes you back to those early days in the Rebellion when you weren’t nearly as close, but talking seemed easier. So you stay awake, treasuring every deep breath and the faint rainfall in the background, until the distant buzz of the Millennium Falcon fades the spell away.
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Ahhh, I'm so excited you take requests :D
Anywho, I'd love to see a oneshot/some headcanons (whichever you are more comfortable with) of a beach day w/hiro if possible :3
Of course i can! 🤗
Beach day w/Hiro
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This is if it's his first time at the beach. Idk if he likes the beach because i haven't been watching the series for so long 😔
Let's just say that it was somewhat a blast.
Hiro is not a fan of going outside, especially during a very hot day in the summer.
Honey Lemon or Fred would be the first to suggest everyone into going to the Beach.
Of course, Hiro would say no. But not to you obviously.
You wanted to spend time with everyone at the Beach and Cass will definitely be invited if it weren't for her working at the Lucky Cat Cafe all day.
Hiro wanted to spend time with everyone, too. Especially you.
If he wanted a study date, it'd be you and him in his room or at the library in the campus.
It'll take a bunch of convincing for you to ask him to agree to the fun Beach day and it works.
Since he hasn't been outside in a while, his swimming trunks is too small to fit so you guys went out shopping for swimming suits and stuff.
Honey Lemon and Gogo are on food.
Wasabi on... Literally anything that protects you from getting a sunburn or from drowning.
While you, Hiro and Fred went into Sports store to buy swimming equipments.
Just in case if there are any danger, Hiro already prepared their underwater supersuits.
Hiro will definitely wear something red or purple to go with his tanktop or white t-shirt.
You even bought Baymax a red one.
And you'd find something to match with him because you guys like to match things.
Fred will probably buy a monster themed swimming tube... Or two.
Once everyone are done shopping, It's time to head to the Beach!
When i tell you Hiro flinched when he set his bare foot on the hot sand, he did.
He jumped right into you with his foot up. It takes a couple of minutes before he gets used to the hot sand.
Honey Lemon will definitely carry a camera around to capture any wholesome or memorable moments of all of you together.
Wasabi will be the first to put on sunscreen and prepare the layouts for the best beach day.
Fred will have his butler put his sunscreen on for him with the monster themed swimming tube on him already.
Gogo will either lay back on the beach chair under the umbrella or go out swimming with the rest of the group.
Honey Lemon and you will be ready for an underwater adventure or collect seashells together.
Hiro will sometimes be mischievous and would scare you while you're underwater. But he made a laugh out of it.
Sometimes, you find Fred swimming gracefully in the background and wonder if he ever take swimming lessons or not.
You guys would play Chicken fight together. You on Gogo, Hiro on Fred.
You guys would playfully splash each other or throw each other into the water for fun. Don't worry, no one got hurt.
When it's food time, Wasabi and Gogo are behind the griller, making hotdogs and burgers. Honey Lemon will bring the cooler full of beverages and soda from the car.
All seven of you settle down and eat before it was time to hit the water again and have fun.
But, it wasn't all fun for Hiro after a while.
He worries that a villain might strike at any moment since it's a warm, sunny day and everyone has their guards down.
You'd most likely be the first to notice and reassure him.
You laugh wholeheartedly as Fred tackle Wasabi into the water and they both swim together. You're holding a drink in your hands and just finished eating your hotdog. You watch as everyone have fun but a certain raven haired boy did not. You turn to your left and saw that Hiro was in deep thoughts while he gaze into the warm sand. You stand up from the beach chair and approach him. "Hey, you alright, Hiro?" You ask him softly. He perks up at the sound of your voice and look up to you, his eyes squinting to block the sun. "Yeah. It's just... I don't know. I'm worried i guess." He replied reluctantly as you sit down beside him on the sand. "Why? Is something wrong?" You ask again, setting down your soda/juice on the sand. Hiro watches you sit down before he look down to his feet. "We're out here having fun. Don't get me wrong, i love that we are having a blast. But isn't it just weird that no one has attacked, yet?" He tells you. You could only smile warmly and place your hand on his shoulder. "It's summer and a very hot day, too. I doubt that any villain would attack in broad daylight under a hot sunny day like this. Noodle burger boy would probably overheat, Globby would probably melt, and High Voltage would be super tired dancing under the sun all day. The rest? They're too pro to attack in the daylight. So, you don't have to worry." You chuckled as you spoke to him. He chuckle in amusement and nod his head in agreement to your statement. "You're right. I guess i shouldn't worry too much. Thanks, (Name)." He says, grinning from ear to ear. "You're welcome, Hiro." You say.
After that, you guys join the other to swim while Baymax had to stay back to watch your stuff.
The sun was almost setting and the sky is almost orange.
You and Honey Lemon grab your buckets and little shovels to find any seashells you can find before you guys leave.
When Hiro watch you and Honey Lemon find seashells, he couldn't help but admire your beauty.
The way the crashing waves and wind make your slightly damp hair sway, your calm and soft expression while you dig a seashell out of the sand, and the way the sun compliments your complexion and your figure. It almost as if you're giving out this warm aura.
He'll definitely take you on Beach dates from now on. Just not everyday, once a month or once in two weeks.
In order to capture this moment, he grab Honey Lemon's camera and took a picture of you from where he sit.
After everyone are pleased with their quality time with each other, they call it a day and pack everything up before driving back to their homes in Wasabi's car.
He'll demand everyone to clean their sandy feet before going in though. He doesn't want any to get into his car.
Hiro, Baymax and you are dropped off at the Lucky Cat Cafe and you three went inside, clearly exhausted.
Aunt Cass must've slept early since she didn't appear to greet but at least she made dinner for you guys.
The three of you went into Hiro's room and put Baymax in his charging station. The two of you, exhausted and sorta tanned from the sun.
Thankfully, you guys already took a shower and changed in the communal shower at the Beach.
Girls first and then the boys, of course.
Once your bodies lay on Hiro's bed, you two went straight to sleep while Honey Lemon sends you two copies of the photos you guys have taken together.
Let's just say that, Hiro really enjoys his first time at the Beach with his group of friends.
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would you mind if i say i'm into you -taeyong oneshot
hi! it's been a while🥺😊 here's a blurb for my favorite bub. hope you like it!
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"Hey, can I borrow your phone for a sec?" you say with a smile while your boyfriend looks at you with doubt on his face. He already knows what you're about to do and still he lets you be.
It's like your silly love language to him, always asking to borrow his phone to change his lock screen to something funny. Like a picture of him sleeping or something totally random and funny. He doesn't mind, if it makes you smile then it doesn't matter to him if he looks stupid and all his friends see it. His one condition though is you won't change his wallpaper which is a picture he took of you on your first date.
He hands you his phone which you happily took, skipping away with it in hand. Probably off to find another funny picture. He then continues on working on his computer, afterwards he finds you laying on the living room couch. His phone resting on the coffee table in front of you while you scroll through your own phone,
"You bored?" he calls out, looking up to see him walking towards you. You sit up to make room for him, waiting for him to check his phone and see his lock screen.
And there it was, just like he expected another randomly shot picture of him.
"When did you take this?" he asks you
"The other day when we went for a walk. You looked so surprised when the dude did a backflip, good thing I caught it on cam" you tell him, already a smile forming on your lips as you recall that day.
He chuckles, putting his phone down to hold you instead. Pulling you by the waist until you're sitting on his lap.
"What about you? What's your lockscreen?" he asks
"You"
"Your wallpaper?"
"Still you"
Taeyong can either look like the coldest, most intimidating guy or the most adorable, sweetest bub with his boba eyes. He can just imagine the look of love in his eyes whenever he looks at you.
"Which one?" he indulges you, pretending like the butterflies in his stomach weren't rioting. The two of you have been dating for some time but still every little thing you do drives him crazy.
"That picture I took of you in secret, like way way back during our first date. We weren't even a couple then. I just really liked it, I still like it so I haven't change it"
"Yea? You like me?" he teases you, earning an eye roll from you
"Not what I said but you're entirely wrong. I like all of you" you tell him, squishing his face between your hands.
You're not sure what good you did in your past life, you must've saved the world to end up this lucky.
"Penny for your thoughts, bubby?" he asks, squeezing your waist to catch your attention
"Just wondering what good I did in my life to end up with you" you smile down at him
Taeyong shakes his head, pulling you even closer to him as if there's too much space between your bodies. Whenever you're next to him, he has to have you as close to him as possible. Doesn't matter if it's in public or in private. He will either always have an arm around you or you on his lap.
"I should be the one asking that, like how is it possible that I ended up with my absolute dream girl?"
"Literally you swept me off my feet, the moment I saw you I just knew" Taeyong smirks at your answer, you know exactly just how to woo him with your words. You know you have him under your spell, and he doesn't mind it one bit.
"What do you want to do today?"
"You done with work?" you ask back, he nods "I"m all yours for the end of the day" Taeyong answers, making you smile brightly.
"Can we just stay in? Order food, I want to bake cookies too if we have what I need. Or we can go grocery shopping if you're not tired" you list
"No, not tired. Grocery store it is" he was just about to get up with you still on him but you stop him
"What?"
"Just... let's just sit here for a moment. Cuddle?"
He chuckles at your cuteness before hugging you, tucking your head under his chin. "I love the idea that someday this will be our life" he tells you
"What do you mean?"
"Going on grocery runs, having lazy days together. In our own home. Someday we don't have to worry about the days being too short, we won't have to think which place to go to cause we'll have a place of our own"
You listen to the sound of his voice while your other ear listen to his heartbeat right next to you.
"You wanna marry me?" you asked, half kidding half serious
"Who else would I marry if it isn't you?"
"I don't know, I mean who knows what will happen in the future. But if you don't end up with me, I'll be very sad. For me, I'll be sad for me but I'll be happy for you"
Your answer makes him let out a chuckle, "Bub, you're it for me. You don't have to worry about that, you know you're stuck with me right?" he hugs you even tighter
"Oh thank god"
Taeyong laughs, kissing the top of your head.
"But don't think I've let that go" you pick your head up to look straight in his eyes
"Oh come on, I was a kid. I had a crush"
"Yea and? I would've loved to have that confession but no. She got it" you frown just thinking about it, meanwhile Taeyong laughs at your reaction.
He pulls you in, littering kisses all over your face.
"Tell me how you want me to confess to you, I'll do it over and over again every day for the rest of our days. Tell me how you want me to love you, I'll do it." he tells you, "I love you and only you. So don't worry your pretty little mind, okay?"
"You love me?" you ask
"Mhm, here you feel my heart?" he takes your hand and rests his on his chest where his heart is "Every beat of it only speaks of you, from the day I met you until the last day it'll beat, it will only be for you. You believe me right?"
"Of course I do" you tell him, the frown slowly disappearing. He smiles at you, kissing you on the nose once more
"It's okay, I'll just tell you every day until you get sick of me saying it"
"Impossible"
#nct#nct imagine#nct scenario#nct fluff#nct 127#nct oneshot#nct au#tags#fic#nct taeyong#taeyong fluff#taeyong imagine#taeyong oneshot#taeyong scenario#nct boyfriend#taeyong boyfriend#taeyong au
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Been meaning to say this (if I have already said some of this in some form, I am sorry, hahaha), but I absolutely love ur portrayal of so many characters! Esp. Sans and Paps (Sans who is my favorite in the game, and Paps who is another one from the game I love very, very much. Though UT characters are generally just so good), Gaster, Frisk, Chara, and Alphys (been liking the stuff between her and Sans too)! U do them all so well!!
I also love Sans and Paps GB's and how they have personalities and stuff! Even though Sans seems to just think they are his magic and nothing else, while Paps, doesn't. Which is an interesting contrast between them.
The skelebros dynamic is also just so funny and on point. Frisk and Chara's dynamic is quite interesting (and the dynamic between Chara and Gaster puts me on edge. And the one between Chara and Asriel is just tragic like always). And Sans (both younger and present) and Gaster's dynamic is probably one of my favorite Sans and Gaster relationships portrayals I have seen so far. Like, they are such coworkers, and trust each other (to some extent), but there is also seems to be some tension going on w/ them. And Gaster is just terrorizing present Sans basically, lol.
And one of the most interesting dynamics to me, is the one between younger and present Sans. Idk, it is just so interesting and weird to see them interact. And it will always stand out to me younger Sans saying to older Sans that just because he stopped being him, doesn't mean he isn't Sans, in reply to older Sans wanting to give him another name. Idk, I just found that line interesting. And makes me wonder if older Sans will ever be more like younger Sans again.
On the topic of younger Sans. It is kind of heartbreaking to see how happy? (I say with a question mark, because like I said, Sans seems to kind of helping keep Gaster sane in some form, and I don't know how good that is for either of them, even though I love their relationship in this), and outgoing and just actually more enjoying life, to his present self, that is just so more worn down and tired, and depressed. It just makes me sad. Though it is also so interesting.
Saying that, I don't know if it is because younger Sans seems so happy and stuff; even more so in contrast to older Sans, but like, I don't trust him for some reason. I do actually trust older Sans; guarded and secretive as he is, but younger Sans, something about him. I just don't trust (I don't really trust Gaster either though). I love younger Sans, like I do older Sans, but he is suspicious to me for some reason.
Also, in reply to to another ask you did, I am very curious about Sans' yellow eye, and why that gets weird/messed up/whatever.
Last of all, ur animation looks great! Paps looks so awesome and expressive and badass so far in it. Though, it looks like in one of the frames, there is some geno stuff going on; which, oh no.
It is cool to see this comic; which already looks great, get an awesome animation like this. It is always cool to see gifs, animations, animatics, etc., sometimes like this with comics and/or etc.! Though, I also know they can take a lot of time, so take ur time and rest and stuff okay! Really excited for more of this series, but I can also wait!!
Oh man this gave me all sorts of warm feelings. It really hits me in the feelings when people enjoy my work especially the relationship exploration because its one of my favorite things to explore. Trying to find some key things about a character and see how they react and interact with scenarios and people that you haven't before.
For example the younger intern version of sans is, at his core, pretty much the same person. Just a version that hasn't "gone through" the same things yet.
And it sort of is an exploration of the relationship a person has with themselves and the people around them especially after they have gone through things and change.
But anyways thank you so much!
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All week I told myself that on Sunday, I was going to write all day.
I opened my laptop up for the first time in two weeks. I haven't written a word since I finished editing Expensive and tried for over an hour to work on my series Like My Dreams.
I thought about it all week and have been so eager to continue it, only the words won't come.
I know it's not for lack of passion or wanting to; I think about this story (and all the other ones) constantly.
I've been trying to deny some feelings for a while, or chalk it up to getting too much in my own head, but today it's come down heavier than ever and what is ultimately responsible for blocking my creativity and turning my love for my stories from thoughts into actual sentences.
I'm lonely.
I've never felt so alone.
The Charlie fandom seems to be relatively non existent, or just extremely quiet.
I have no space. No where I fit in.
I'm on the outskirts, trying to find a spot, constantly seeing if there is a way I can have a place for my ideas, stories, and even friendship, and have it hold some value to the others I'm around.
The more I post on here, the less I feel seen.
Engagement on this platform has reduced drastically across the board, and it's effecting so many artists.
It's not about numbers. I'm sure some of you are probably thinking "your last fic has over 100 notes". Yeah. It does. Almost all of those notes are likes, and more than half the reblogs are my own.
What I'm seeking is engagement. Conversation. A likeness and kinship started by a common interest that blooms into simple conversations and thoughts shared.
Comparison is a bitch. I see so many people living the Tumblr life I wish to have. Asks, comments, reblogs of teasers and moodboards for upcoming fics screaming of excitement and praise and how eager they are to read it. People dropping everything they're doing to read the latest chapter of their friend's new fic.
I realize the many reasons why I'm in a different position than they are, but lately it's been screaming at me louder than ever that I'm lacking something meaningful or whatever I'm doing on here isn't enough.
I've tried creating a buzz around my stories. I am aware that most of the time I write for unpopular characters with a smaller fan base, so I set the bar lower but am still left feeling inadequate even when I write for the popular ones. Whenever I've shared snippets of WIPs in hopes to gain some excitement from my readers, it falls short. Usually it'll inspire me to keep going, to write better than ever and make this next fic The Best One that makes me so happy and excited to get out. (For Charlie, I'll say, and write something I'm so unbelievably proud of) and then sometimes it makes me wonder if I should bother continuing at all.
I know I am not owed anything by anyone and no one is obligated to read or comment or anything of the sort, and I am beyond grateful for the comments and support I do receive, and the friendships I've made, old and new.
I'm not exactly sure what I'm getting at here, I just needed to write it down and "talk" it out.
I've been battling the decision to continue writing but not share it. I don't want that to happen, because as much as I write these stories for myself, a lot of the fun of it comes from being able to share it with all of you.
Nothing dramatic is happening. I'm not leaving, and I will be writing again because I'm not at all done with what I have to say about these characters, I just felt this needed to be said and already feel a little lighter by sharing it.
Write your stories, comment on your favourite fics, scream with your mutuals about a photo or gif that inspired something in you, tell your writer friends and writers you've never spoken to but love their stories just how much you do... I promise it makes more of an impact than you know. 💗
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Teasing (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader)
A/N: Hi! I know it's been a while since my last post. This one is kinda short but I'll probably write a second part.
Warnings: Smut, mommy kink, explicit language. Sub!bottom!Nat x Top!reader. Minors DNI!
(Gif not mine, credits to owner)
You had known Natasha for almost your entire time in college. Since she arrived, she became pretty popular... but because she was kind of a player.
Of course, you were attracted to her but never showed up that. You believed you were too invisible at her eyes that she would never look at you.
Until that one time you both had to do a project together, and things got out of hand and you ended up between her legs. Literally.
That's when you found out how much of a bottom she was. Natasha was submissive, sometimes a little bit bratty, but most of the time, she always acted like the good girl she was. And you had to admit you loved that.
Hearing her cute little whimpers and moans was something you never imagined, and now it was all yours since Natasha haven't slept with someone else.
You weren't dating, but still she wanted nothing to do with someone that wasn't you.
"I want your fingers inside me." She whimpered, making a cute pout while looking at you. "Y/N, please, stop teasing. It feels icky, please make me feel better."
"Don't worry, sweety. I'm gonna make you feel better."
Without warning, you introduced one of your fingers inside her, making Natasha moan loud. You smirked when you felt her body shaking on top of you.
"Look at you, I just started to fuck you and you're already shaking. You're so cute, Natty."
Natasha couldn't answer you, the pleasure she was feeling was overwhelming, yet so delicious. Her mind became blurred, a thick haze of arousal and pleasure invaded her and she couldn't thing of anything that wasn't you fucking her dumb.
"Mommy" She whispered so softly you almost missed the word that fell through her lips, but you heard it perfectly.
"Can you repeat that again, honey?" You asked, and you could feel your own wetness through your panties just because of a damn word. But fuck, you had to admit that Natasha calling you that was so hot to ignore.
Unfortunatelly for you, Natasha's mind was too blurred and fuzzy to follow your orders, so you stopped your movements just for her to whine at the loss of contact and friction she needed. Natasha buckled her hips trying to get some type of contact.
"Please..." Natasha begged. "Please fuck me, I want to be a good girl, your good girl." She continued, your lips curved forming a small smirk knowing she was close to call you how you wanted. "I'll do anything, just please fuck me, mommy."
Your fingers went inside of Natasha's pussy as fast as you could. Her moans were almost screams as you fucked hard and rough. But you both loved it.
"Look at you, baby. The tough Natasha Romanoff just melts like caramel when I touch her." You said teasingly. "Have you always been like this?" Natasha didn't answer, but she shook her head.
"Just for mommy." You smirked at her response and continued fucking her while teasing her nipples through her shirt.
The truth is that, before you, Natasha has always been dominant and most of the time she was a top or a power bottom. But since the first time you touched her, Nat just couldn't help it. She had the need to please you in every way possible, and that's when she stepped into her subspace.
Natasha's body was shaking like crazy, a visible coat of sweat covering her body while her nails digged on the skin of your shoulders. You attached your lips to one of her nipples, making her moan at the feeling.
"I'm close, I'm so- Fuck!" Natasha yelled. "I need to cum, mommy. I can't hold it anymore."
"Hold it a little more, honey. I know you can do it." You demanded and Natasha just whined, but she obliged.
It was quite impressive how much she was holding her release just to please you. You smiled and your mouth went to hers, kissing her lovingly.
"Cum now, Natty. You've been a good girl, baby, you can cum." You said and Natasha's release came. Her moans and whines were something you loved to hear, specially when she said your name through those noises.
When Natasha came off her high, she kissed your lips lovingly and she stared to your eyes.
"I love you, mommy." She confessed and you smiled, kissing her again.
"I love you too, kitten."
Next morning you both were at school. Natasha was with her group of friends and sometimes you could see how her legs were a little bit weak and that made you smirk proudly.
You approached to her and her friends, trying to ignore their confused looks while you called her.
"Hey, Romanoff. I have your homework." You told her.
"Oh, sweet! Just hand it to me before class." She answered and her face approached to your ear. "I cannot even walk properly, they're making fun of me." She whispered and you contained your laugh.
"You begged me for it." You said. "Besides, they don't know who did it."
Natasha nodded and you started to walk away from her, and when you looked back to her, you realized that Wanda, one of Natasha's closest friends was looking at you. When your eyes met hers, she smiled and winked to you.
Does she know about you and Natasha?
#fem reader#natasha romanoff x fem reader#black widow#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff fanfic#marvel one shot#natasha romanoff x reader#natalia alianovna romanova#natasha romanoff fluff
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Tumblr Fandom: A Year in Review 2023
i was tagged by @mistmarauder, thank you!!
Top Five Blorbos:
Eddie Diaz (9-1-1)
Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things)
Nancy Drew (Nancy Drew)
Alex Claremont-Diaz (Red, White & Royal Blue)
Lucy Preston (Timeless)
Top Five Fandoms:
9-1-1
Red, White & Royal Blue
Stranger Things
The Haunting Anthology
Nancy Drew
Top Five OTPs:
Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1)
Lucy Chen/Tim Bradford (The Rookie)
Nancy Drew/Ace (Nancy Drew)
Lucy Preston/Garcia Flynn (Timeless)
Dani Clayton/Jamie Taylor (The Haunting of Bly Manor)
Shoutout to Some New Friends:
@eddiediaaz we've been mutuals since last year but i feel like we talked a lot more this year, so i'm very grateful for that ❤ @poughkeepsies is one of my dearest mutuals on here and i love you and all your takes <33 and also @ice-sculptures i've adored following you over this year!
Shoutout to Some Old Friends:
all of my love to the one and only @tawaifeddiediaz, i don't know where i'd be without her to rant and get emotional over our blorbos with and she's just such a wholesome soul!! and of course, @bieddiediaz and @oneawkwardcookie, the besties, i love you guys so so much ❤❤
Favorite Creation You Posted This Year:
i'm very proud of my fic, but i can see all along, love (it was you all the way down) <3
Favorite Creation Posted by Someone Else This Year:
oh gosh this is SUCH a difficult question because there are so many amazing creations from this insanely talented fandom—but i'd have to go with @eddiediaaz's speak now gifset it was so incredible!
People Who Brightened Your Year:
too many people to count—@buck2eddie @lover-of-mine @jeeyuns @diazass @kitkatpancakestack @bieddiediaz @tawaifeddiediaz and so many others i'm probably forgetting!
Anyone Else You'd Like to Mention:
there are just too many people to mention—every single one of my mutuals on here, and all the kind people who've sent me lovely messages (anonymous or not) and all the people who continue to follow me!!
Five of Your Favorite Authors This Year:
elless continues to be an all-time favourite, they have some of the most beautiful fics in the fandom ❤❤
@tawaifeddiediaz is the most talented person ever ily 😘
@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels is another favourite!! your halloween fics were SUCH a treat and i'm sitll working my way through them!!
@cal-daisies-and-briars has fics with some of the most intriguing concept and is honestly a powerhouse—it seems like you're posting fic all the time!
@bvckandeddie i recently discovered your fics and they're just *chefs kiss* so delightful!!
Five of Your Favorite Artists/Gifmakers/Podficcers/Etc. This Year:
no list about gifmakers is complete without @eddiediaaz who is so talented and creative it makes me wanna cry (with joy!)
@padme-amidala while i don't follow most of the media you post gifs for, your work is so stunning and i'm so obsessed!!
@stationoneeighteen i love love all of your gifs especially the ones that focus on the firefam, they're so good ❤❤
@buckleys-diaz alie you haven't been around for a while (and i hope you're doing well!) but you've always been one of the most talented gifmakers in this fandom and i've always looked up to you <3
@roseapothecary your gifs are so so gorgeous and i've adored all of your rwrb sets!! they're so pretty and creative!!
Three Things You're Looking Forward to in 2024:
the new season of 9-1-1 and also the PJO tv series!!
Tagging:
tagging everyone who's already been mentioned in this post <33
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It's so annoying when Nalyra and this book group use excuses like this as if we're all dumb. There's lots of people who talk about the books and the show without being racist about it. The deeper issue here is not because people haven't read the books and think what you're saying is shocking....
What's really happening is that this group of BFFs loves to remove all mention of race from everything. They love pretending you can just overlay the books to the AMC show and it's a perfect match. Then, when anyone mentions how important it is to factor in race when discussing these things, here comes the screaming victimhood and all the "it's what's in the book" gifs. The "I'm sorry you just can't handle gothic literature SWEETIE" attitudes that are v tiring.
Any race can be racist too (isn't that this group's favorite line too, they should know....) and only care for the wellbeing of white fandom, so these brown emojis or black fans who will make callout lists on other black fans under the language of calling out "fandom issues" or "antis" aren't fooling anyone to what the real motivation is behind it. People who worship Anne Rice are always going to be airheads who can't take criticism because look at your girl and all she was ever doing. Any adult who wants to defend her or the books is not a critical thinker or an intellectual. It's v possible to discuss her and the books without the stan goggles on. The black fans this group is always sneering at do it all the time. That's probably where the real issue lies, because it's done much better than the horseshit fanon Nalyra, Virgnia, and the rest are slinging and thinking is epic meta or something.
I lurked for a long time before coming here to start pointing this out. I've seen these egos get bigger since the show has been off the air and book people crawled out from the depths to try and tell everyone "what's going to happen." It's a stupid power trip and nothing else. This group doesn't have the ability to analyze anything like they think they do, so they've grown together since the show stopped airing to start harassing other fans and pretend they're the victims just because they don't think talking about race is important in their....erm...."analysis" lol. They only think they have power because the fandom became smaller when S1 ended. They're gonna be muted again when it comes back because they aren't keeping up with the themes of the show and their takes aren't interesting.
Saying the white man is always innocent, the black man is lying, the brown man is manipulative is what society already does. It's boring and it's not what the show has shown us in its own canon that it's doing. This group and white fandom in general love to take an inch and run a mile with it. Whenever anyone (but especially Jacob) mentions Louis might be a liar or an unreliable narrator they're jumping on the chance to spread that statement over every part of the story. They want so much for all of it not to be true because they need Lestat to be the good guy. They always claim they love stories about monsters except their favorite white guy can't even stay a monster for them to adore him. He can't ever even be any kind of fuck up and grow from it, he's just supposed to immediately be perfect. What's the point of the story then ffs? This is why you need to read other books that aren't written by idiot, egomaniacal authors who don't have editors and are in love with their own creations.
If you always find a way to excuse the white characters, say all the black and brown characters are the unreliable, scheming ones, and scream and yell "it's what's in the books" whenever anyone reminds you to notice race......then you're just racist, girl. It's not even a mystery lol so stop this crap like you're fooling anyone. You can be as loud as you want but it doesn't mean you're actually a victim of anything but your own racist stupidity. Just because Anne Rice didn't get as much pushback as she deserved in her dumb life doesn't mean you're going to get the same treatment. It's 2024, bitch.
#interview with the vampire#amc interview with the vampire#interview with the vampire amc#amc iwtv#iwtv amc#iwtv 2022#fandom racism
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it's time again for my favourite genre of post: tumblr user bee brotherdusk theorises wildly during the Foundation midseason!
on the menu this time is Poly and Constant's Imperial Vacation From Hell, or "oh god, I just wanted to make sure one of my favourite guys was going to be okay, but somehow I ended up sending over two dozen increasingly frantic messages to the discord while everyone else was asleep, pepe silvia-style"
(today I learned that grandpa joe shows up when you type "pepe silvia" into the gif search. deserved)
I'm gonna stick this under a readmore as it gets pretty long and image heavy, and potentially contains big spoilers for upcoming episodes, and I know some people want to watch the show completely unspoiled. all theories are based on official promotional videos already released by apple. no leaks or insider book knowledge here!
so I sort of stumbled into this theory in three stages, and I'm going to stick to that template as I talk through my analysis here, starting with:
Part 1 - I'm Genre Aware Now And Everything Hurts
let's be real, nobody saw Hari's (apparent) death coming in the last episode. death is far less of a concern in this show than in others, as the narrative all but guarantees the long-term survival of its core characters. Hari (apparently) dying so quickly after having his body restored was a massive shock, and jolted us out of the complacency that the show had lulled us into.
when the title and description of next week's episode dropped, fan concern quickly turned to Poly, who @gaal-dornick and @aquitainequeen noted has started to exhibit the classic symptoms of Tragic Mentor Figure Disease:
also, there's, y'know, The Guillotine Situation as shown in Trailer 1:
Poly's death seemed so likely that I was beginning to dread the coming episodes, but something was nagging at me; I had a vague memory of seeing a trailer where he was on Terminus and in a situation that we haven't yet seen him in. maybe he does survive his brush with Brother Day, then? I started rewatching all of the trailers, teasers, and character spotlight videos that Apple released in the run-up to season two, and came across something way wilder than I'd expected:
Part 2 - Star Bridge 2: Council Boogaloo
I found another camera shot of Poly and Constant's apparent execution in the Brother Dawn character spotlight video - note the pillars in front of the crowd, the flags in the back, and Dawn, Sareth, Demerzel, Dusk, and Rue standing on the platform behind Day and the prisoners.
note also the onlookers in the maroon robes, who are also visible in the guillotine closeup I posted above...
...hey, it's the Galactic Council as seen in 2.06, with their GILF-y leader at the front in both scenes!
remember how terrified Cleon XII was of their judgement in the season one finale? we still don't know what their exact deal is, but they're clearly big cheeses politically if XII of all people is afraid of them:
here's yet another angle of the execution from Trailer 2 - same setup, same arrangement of Empire on the podium:
let's see what happens in that shot, will we? ..... oh
... did an explosion just go off in the heart of Trantor and potentially take out the entire galaxy's government in one go???? (I mean, Empire are probably fine with their auras and nanobots and backups, but I'm not feeling too good about the Council's chances right now...)
wait - the pulse and shape that appear on the horizon bear a striking resemblance to the new Foundation whisper ships - especially Poly and Constant's ship, Spirit Rising, which is currently in the hands of Hober Mallow...
why did he take their ship, again?
holy fucking shit Hari Seldon you insane rat bastard (admiring, horrified, impressed). what have you DONE. a blade in case the religious hand of friendship doesn't work out, you say??
(sidenote: this was literally the Anacreon plan for the Invictus in the first season - the scale of the destruction would have been magnitudes worse due to the Invictus' size, but same concept)
honestly, I kind of hope the entire Council perishes in the Mallowpocalypse, if only because it would make this exchange in 2.06 deliciously ironic:
the worst detectives in the world finally found their shared braincell and made a deduction! I'm proud of them!
also, Glawen literally saw this coming in 2.04 and Bel brushed him off. ¯_(ツ)_/¯ sad!
regarding casualties - I think this shot from Trailer 1 is the aftermath of the blast. Day was standing much closer to the explosion than the rest of Empire and Dominion, and so would have taken more damage, aura or not. I also see Sareth, Rue (?), and Dawn - jury's out on whether being dead is the latest item added to Dusk's rapidly expanding list of problems?
a direct attack on Trantor would also explain why Day goes on a personal tour of the Outer Reach and ends up on Terminus, screaming for an audience with Hari Seldon (Trailer 1 again):
and hey, Poly's right behind him! he's Empire's best chance of getting a personal audience with the Prophet, after all. Poly also pops up in Day's character spotlight video, in what I'm guessing is the execution scene again, judging from the collar and the guard restraining him. it might even be the aftermath of the blast, since the shot is pretty chaotic and dusty looking. what's got him so upset?
... and it was at this moment that I realised that while Poly is present in the later Terminus scenes with Day, Brother Constant is not, and I started to worry that I'd been focusing on the wrong person the whole time, leading to...
Part 3 - What About Constant?
oh no. the question of Constant's safety has been hanging over both Poly and the viewer since 2.02. oh no
I thought I might have caught a glimpse of her in the Teaser 1 video - being restrained in the background as Day does his infamously-giffed-to-hell Big Steppy on Hober's throat - but I still wanted more concrete proof of her wellbeing.
and finally I found her in the Pillars of Foundation video, alive and well, but -
HER NECK!! HER NECK!!!
if Constant's life is just barely saved by Hober showing up in the nick of time to prevent her decapitation by an insane tyrant I will literally never be normal again. romance. that's romance. (also incredibly shitty of Vault!Hari to take her blind faith and turn her into a pawn for the Empire to slaughter, but I guess that's expected behaviour from him by now.)
... I was literally about to hit post on this theory, but I just realised; that scene in Teaser 1 where Day is facing down a bishop's claw... we all assumed he was being attacked by a wild beast in the Outer Reach - but what if he's lying in the ruins of the podium on Trantor, and the bishop's claw is a freed Beki going on a rampage? god I hope this happens. imagine being Emperor of the Galaxy, about to perform some casual executions before dinner, and suddenly you're flat on your ass with a Hell Dinosaur about to bite your face off. incredible scenes
and that's all I've got! TLDR; Hari knew that the emperors and Galactic Council would become increasingly paranoid and aggressive as the Empire contracted, and would jump at the chance to publicly end an attempted religious takeover by the "barbarian" Outer Reach. That mass gathering at the execution would be the perfect time to strike with a whisper ship, a technology which the Empire has no idea even exists. This enrages Day into visiting Terminus to deal with the Foundation in person, and potentially destabilises the Empire further if the Council have been wiped out. Empire's structure and dignity are decimated without a single shot being fired - and if there is going to be an eventual, physical war, the Foundation is now in a much better position to fight it.
again, this is just me making a theory and connecting everything together with red string etc etc. I haven't attempted to explain everything, such as the Spacers' or Riose's involvement, and have doubtless got some details wrong - but I'm really excited by how things are connecting and can't wait for next week's episode :}
#foundation#foundation season 2#foundation apple tv#foundation meta#hari seldon#poly verisof#brother constant#hober mallow#brother day#cleon xvii
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HELLO EVERYONE! as the year is slowly but surely coming to its end, and i'm now home for the holidays, i thought it was finally time to make another one of these. partially to give a little update on what's been going on in my life and partially as some sort of retrospect for this past year and a look into my plans for next year.
looking back, it's been quite an eventful year — especially when compared to the weird covid years we had to deal with previously. the biggest change was probably my dropping out of college to start a dual studies program in law. i did like my college program just fine ( until i didn't anymore ) but i really feel like law is my thing. and apparently everyone else in my circle of family and friends thinks so as well because i seem a hell of a lot happier than i did before. kinda unfortunate it took me seven years since quitting high school to figure that bit out, but hey, at least i got there in the end. it's been quite time-consuming, and i feel like in those past five months, i've already learned more than i did in all my years of college, but it's fun. i also finally got some new friends my age again. it's also strange to think back that just one year ago i was still struggling financially and just generally dealing with some bad mental health stuff.
i'm actually happy now.
in terms of tumblr and roleplaying, i gotta be honest that i have been sidelining it a lot over the last months. sure, i'm still around but it's not my primary focus, and i'm learning that it's okay not to be online all the time. it's okay to take breaks and focus on other things because as much as i love this blog, the community and tumblr, there are some more important things now. still, i am and always will be eternally grateful to every single person who supports me - whether it is by liking or reblogging posts, sending asks or messages, following me or using any of my stuff. it means so freaking much to me, and i always feel so proud whenever i randomly see my own stuff pop up on my dash because mutuals use it. thank you all so very much! in a similar vein, i honestly still cannot fathom that i almost managed to double the follower count this past year. i'm probably not gonna reach the goal i've kinda been looking at until the end of the year but that's okay. i am so incredibly grateful for everyone here anyway. no matter what.
as for next year - i'm not too sure what i'm gonna do. of course. i'm gonna keep posting memes, and templates and whatever other stuff i feel like doing, but i think my activity is gonna keep on being spotty. i'm also still tempted to do commissions one day ( and we're totally gonna ignore that i've been saying this for over a year now, okay? ) but with the amount of time i don't have, i'm not sure i'm gonna be able to deliver on that. if i do finally build the courage and self-esteem to do that, it will be like an occasional thing that might take some time. however, one thing i do wanna do more of is gifs. i'm not sure what kind of gifs, but i enjoy making them and it's been way too long since i did them so i'm gonna see how i'm gonna incorporate that. or if anyone has any specific gifs they want, always feel free to shoot me an ask or a message. maybe also some aesthetic-y stuff? after all do love making pinterest boards for characters.
maybe i'll also do a blog reveal once i finally set up my multi that i've been planning to work on for months now. since i'm gonna scrap my current main blog ( which i haven't really been active on in a while now anyway ) i'm kinda thinking of coming back to writing and who knows, maybe i'm gonna reveal it here in case anyone would like to write with me.
anyway, this was a lot of rambling, and if you've made it this far, i once again wanna thank you. i know i do this a lot but i really do appreciate you all being here so much, and even after two years of having this silly little blog, it still feels unreal to me that so many people here enjoy what i do.
much love and happy holidays,
pooh 🧡
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catching up about fandom stuff
Oh, hi! Do you mind if I ramble a bit?
I feel like I've been a little distant and antisocial in the past few months due to personal stuff (mainly because my trauma bucket got kicked over many, many times, but also I've been trying to get the ball rolling on a few things I've been meaning to do for a while). And I know I'm not the only one who has been having a hard time. But now it's spring here, and I'm feeling a little hopeful and a bit more inspired. Is it just me? Do we dare to be hopeful??
I'm reminding myself that both of my favorite urban fantasy series, and main fandoms nowadays are due a new book maybe this year, and that is exciting and very much things to look forward to! It also makes me want to quickly write fic ideas I have before the canon status quo changes lol (Not that it matters. I believe you can write whatever you want. But with both of these series, we love to theorize about what is going to happen, so it feels like things are just not going to be the same when we get new pieces of information, you know?)
I'm also acutely aware that I haven't posted a Harry/Nic fanfic since the OTP challenge in NOVEMBER 2022 wtf. And uh, yeah. If you needed any further proof of my poor mental health then it is probably proof enough that I haven't touched my favorite obscure little OTP.
The good news is, that I have actually been inspired to write lately. I'm doing a little re-read of the FPA books, and also Skin Game, and it's all putting me back in the mood for fanfic. And I have been typing away for the past few weeks, trying to get back into it.
The bad news is, that I don't feel like posting things yet. I just want to be kind to myself and create without having to worry about sharing it. I know this might sound hypocritical bc I just shared a post about connecting in fandom. At the same time, sometimes it does good for a story to just let it sit and simmer a bit.
There is this expression (that I don't think is actually very popular in the English language) "to write for the drawer" and I never thought that was a bad thing. Sure I write very niche stuff so you would think it doesn't matter either way, but a story is never the same after you release it out into the world. So it's okay to keep it to yourself for a while and tinker with it and enjoy the process.
I also discovered gif making for myself. (If you have seen the gifset I posted yesterday, no you didn't :P I put it on private bc I wasn't happy with it yet. Mainly bc of the subtitle thing. I either have to figure out a clever overlay or venture out into the foreign planes of the internet to forage a little bit more lmao) I think the popularity of gifsets on tumblr is so fascinating, bc it's a format that just isn't very popular elsewhere (or convenient lol). When I was younger in fandom I never had a good enough computer to do this kind of editing. So now it just made me so happy to realize that my computer can do it, and I found it a relaxing activity.
I already dipped my toe in it with that Hellraiser/DF quote gifset, but now I figured out a method to make it look a lot better. And with open source tools too! That made me especially happy lol But I also realized that if I want to post gifsets then I might have to break my "no sideblogs" rule... Anyway, this is just one more thing that I will probably experiment with privately, and then we'll see if I put it out there or not.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is: creative hobbies are important. And if you can bring yourself to do them even when you feel like shit, it usually helps to feel a little less shitty. And that I will incubate my little projects for a while longer and then maybe I will feel like sharing them.
#personal#that's what's been going on in my head#how are we all doing?#fandom#nara rambles#also tumblr has been really bad lately and didn't show me posts from a lot of mutuals#so that didn't help
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It's so nice of you to open gif requests to coincide with my return, Lee! What a sweet thing to do haha -
What a tranquil, lovely place, don't you think? I wonder who (of our Peaky crew) you will catapult there....
And I hope you have fun xx
Hi Val, I adore the GIF you sent. It is quite peaceful and I'd love to find myself there today! I've chosen John for this one bc I haven't written enough for him recently. However, I should warn you that with his character comes mischief and the disturbance of this tranquility. My apologies before we begin 🙈😂
Snakes and Suitors
The lake appeared as a rippled stone of blue green sea glass this time of day, shimmers of late afternoon sunlight glimmering off the surface in enchanting sparkles that danced and skittered playfully. Its murky depths practically called out to be explored by adventurous children or secretive lovers. The wildflowers and weeds that grew by the banks were as common and unassuming as the men who frequented the spot with their guests, but held a charm all their own.
Normally the Shelby brothers would discourage one another from a double date at such an intimate location. However, today was different because Tommy was dating a posh girl who wanted to see where he grew up and Arthur and John wanted to see the girl who had captured their brother's attention. You had to admit you were curious as well so you had agreed to join them for the afternoon, thinking how much fun it would be getting to know this newcomer.
Sagging under the weight of two large baskets, you passed one to John as you shuffled through the tall grass. You'd packed enough for hungry men, knowing how famished John was after a swim. You couldn't have imagined that you would all sit like statues on the blanket, munching away quietly on only a few of the tea sandwiches and leaving the rest to spoil in the sun.
Tommy's girl, Elizabeth, didn't seem fond of any of you, truth be told. She quieted any attempt at conversation with lackluster or discouraging remarks, leaving you feeling as though you were being chaperoned by a strict head mistress instead of enjoying the company of a new friend.
When the awkwardness had reached its peak, Tommy and Elizabeth took a walk to a nearby tree, abandoning the rest of you to wonder if this was the end of the outing. Feeling tired and bored, you sighed as you watched a toad hop by, leaning over quickly to catch it in your hands for some entertainment. Giggling to yourself as you felt its slippery feet kick against you and tickle your palm, you shoved it under John's nose asking, "Give us a kiss, love?"
"Already got my princess," he said, planting a kiss on your lips that relaxed you so much, you dropped the frog. As your arms looped around John's neck, the little green interloper hopped to Elizabeth's feet. Bounding up toward her skirts, she screamed out, clutching onto Tommy for support.
As he guided her back to the picnic blanket she proclaimed, "I'm sorry, I was startled."
"S'alright," Arthur said with a reassuring smile. "Fancy a swim, anyone?" You looked up hopefully, but Elizabeth immediately quashed the idea with a slight frown saying, "No! Goodness knows what else is in that lake."
John glanced at you, rolling his eyes and you knew he'd had enough of her spoiling the fun for one day. You could see the gears turning before he spoke and instead of popping a piece of cake in his mouth as you should have done, you let him unleash a bit of mischief.
"You know, that's probably wise, Elizabeth, considering what else has been seen out here," John said, looking over the lake with a serious expression.
Drawn in by John's mysterious statement, Elizabeth leaned forward, hand to her heart as she asked, "Really? What?"
"Snakes, of course," John said, matter-of-factly.
Elizabeth turned sharply to look at Tommy. "Is that true?"
Tommy stepped forward shaking his head, "We haven't seen one of those grass snakes since we were kids, John. Stop scaring her!"
John removed a toothpick from his pocket and studied it as though he were deep in thought. "No, there's another one. They're unusual cos of how fast they grow. And they're not afraid of people. In fact, they like 'em."
Elizabeth's eyes grew wide as John spoke. "Are...are they venomous?" she asked, an ardent student of biology, she was terrified of reptiles.
John thought for a moment before answering, "Well, I reckon it...spits, you could say from it's one eye."
"That sounds very rare. I've never heard of anything like this," Elizabeth proclaimed suspiciously.
"Not as rare you'd think," John said slyly looking to Arthur who was beginning to get the joke.
"The one eyed trouser snake has claimed quite a few young ladies in these parts, hasn't it Tommy?" John said as he began to shake with laughter. Arthur snorted behind him, watching his brother go red in the face as he clutched Elizabeth's arm and raised her from the blanket.
"The one-eyed trouser..." Elizabeth repeated before clapping a hand over her mouth. You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched her glare back at John, unamused by his childish antics. She stalked off with Tommy, Arthur and his girl chasing after them to drive them home.
"Well that's one way to put some fun back into our afternoon, John," you said with a laugh.
"Someone had to do it," he said, still chuckling at his own cleverness. "Want to go for that swim now?" he asked, removing his shirt.
"Depends, is it dangerous?" you asked with a smirk.
"Only one way to find out, sweetheart," John winked at you.
#zablife ask box#sweetheart💙#Peaky Blinders fanfic#Peaky Blinders imagine#John Shelby#John Shelby fanfic#John Shelby imagine#John Shelby x you#John Shelby x y/n#John Shelby x reader
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Salutations.
Could you write a Hunter x Nb! Reader? With smut, if you can, if this request makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to skip.
A bit of a summary; the reader is in the illusion track, and they've been trying to perfect a spell they've been working on, so they decide to test it on Hunter, so the reader ends up casting multiple illusions of themselves 'pleasuring' Hunter if y'know what I mean, which leads to him getting overstimulated by said illusions of reader.
Hint; bonus points if Hunter is tied up and the real reader watches him get fucked by their illusions.
Sounds like an interesting request, but since you didn't specify if the reader has female body parts or male body parts I somehow tried to make it gender neutral?
I guess you'll just have to see for yourself :)
Hunter and the reader are both aged up, so don't come @ me
Oh yeah, you're probably gonna need this:
"normal talking"
"illusions talking"
(I'm running out of gifs, please help)
Y/n paced around the room, making circles with their fingers as they practiced their illusion for the upcoming contest. And to impress the judges they decided to use the hardest illusion trick they knew
For a normal witch the illusions might have seemed impressive, with every detail of the illusion being spot on. But Y/n had thought otherwise
For every spell they casted they kept getting frustrated, for their their illusions were just not good enough. Sure, they were probably going to win,,, but they just needed to get better, even though it was practically impossible to get higher quality illusions
They let out a frustrated groan as they plopped down onto their bed and looked at the ceiling. A sigh escaped their lips as multiple scenario's went through their head, trying to find a perfect illusion to at least practice with before creating an even harder one
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Y/n sighed as they got up andunlocked the door, opening it to see their loving boyfriend of God knows how long, Hunter
"You okay? You haven't left your room in a while." Hunter asked, worry laced in his voice. Suddenly, an idea sparked inside of Y/n's mind
They smirked as they stepped slightly aside, motioning for Hunter to walk in, and so he did
Y/n closed the door behind him as they opened their mouth to speak
"So.. Hunter." They started, the witches ears perked up as he listened closely, "do you know that contest that I mention." They said, locking the door as they started to take slow steps towards him
"Yeah, you were just pratecing for it." Hunter said in a confused tone
"Well... I want to get your opinion on my illusions. I wand to wow the judges, y'know." Y/n said, grabbing his shoulders gently
"Sure, I'd like to see your illusion." Hunter said innocently as he let Y/n guide him to sit on their bed
He put his hands onto his knees as Y/n sat down behind him, hugging him from behind. Hunter let out a small chuckle as he shook his head lightly
"Okay, are you ready?" Y/n said, starting to feel a bit unsure of their lewid idea while Hunter just nodded innocently
Y/n sighed as they slowly drew a circle in to the air. Hunter switched his attention towards the empty side of the room as they waited for the illusion
The illusion quickly formed as he could feel his face heading up at the sight
There the two of you were, Y/n above him, slowly taking off his clothes in a teasing manner as they only chuckled in delight
"Aren't you just the sweetest thing.. melting at my touch." Y/n chuckled as they tugged on Hunter's boxers, hunter whimpered as his ears lowered slightly, his lips slightly parted as he looked at Y/n needily
"Please Y/n, I need you." He whispered with a husky voice, lifting his hands up to hold on to Y/n's chin gently
"You'll just have to be patient my love." Y/n whispered into his ear as they let out a chuckle
The illusion poofed out of existence as Hunter swallowed the lump in his throat, already feeling himself getting hard underneath his clothes
"W-wow, uh-m. Those are some.. interesting illusions." Hunter stuttered as he gripped his knees tighter and clenched his jaw
"Oh, but I have plenty more illusion to show you." Y/n said teasingly into his ear, making him shiver lightly, but in a good way? He wasn't sure what to feel at this moment, but he knew that that feeling sure as hell wasn't fear. No. He could never be afraid of his partner
"Then show me." He said, Y/n's eyes widened as they looked at hunter with a shocked expression
"A-are you sure?" They questioned, only to receive a barely visible nod from Hunter
They let out a sigh as they focused on their next illusion. Drawing a circle in the air the illusion quickly appeared in the same place, just this time it was a little,,, different
Moans erupted into the room as Hunter's head was thrown back, Y/n's head bobbing up and down. Hunter's left hand sat on top of Y/n's head as he gripped onto their hair, slight drool visible coming out of his parted lips
"Y/n- please.. I-I can't take it anymore!" Hunter whined as he let out needy moans and groans, his right hand desperately gripping onto the floor
Y/n got off of Hunter, their lips making a pop as they lost contact with his dick, making Hunter let out a loud whine. But soon their hands gripped onto him, replacing their head movements from just a few seconds ago
"You just have to wait a little longer for me. Can you do that for me? Please?" Y/n said, looking at Hunter with lustful eyes as he moved his mouth, trying to get words out but nothing came, only sighs and moans as he tried to contain himself from busting then and there
Y/n grinned as they went up and kisses Hunter's nose, then kiss cheek, and finally his lips. Picking up the pace with their hands hunter scrunched his face up as he desperately dug his nails into the floor
"... Now." Y/n said. Soon enough Hunter let out a loud moan as he came, white liquid pouring out of hims as some even managed to get onto Y/n
He panted heavily as he rested his forehead against Y/n's. Y/n let a warm smile spread across their face as they caressed Hunter's cheek with their clean hand
"Good boy." They whispered. The illusion then quickly disappeared, leaving hunter speechless as his pants how began to feel uncomfortable
Y/n smirked, seeing the sweat slowly form on Hunter's forehead as they let out a chuckle
"How about one more illusion." Y/n said, humming lightly as they waited for Hunter's response. He just sat there without a word, his gripp on hus knees making the tips of his fingers feel numb
Y/n drew one final circle as another illusion is displayed in the same spot as the two other ones
Now moaning and slapping sounds filled the room as Hunter's head was against the floor, ass up as Y/n pounded in to him, their dick/strap on hitting the best places Y/n bent down, huffing lightly as they whispered in hunters ear
"How you feeling pretty boy?" They smirked as Hunter wasn't able to give a response, only letting out struggled moans as drool dripped down onto the floor, barely keeping his eyes open
Y/n went back up as they moved their hands from Hunter's hips to his ass, giving it a light squeeze
At that Hunter let out a whine as he desperately tried getting their hands back to his hips. Y/n let out a huffed laugh
They grabbed onto Hunter's extended hand, stopping their pointing for a moment to pull him up, lightly gripping onto his face with their fingers finger in his mouth to keep it open
They started roughly pounding into him as they started to jerk him off with the other hand. Hunter started to moan loudly as tears formed in the corner of his eyes, trying not to bite down on Y/n's finger as choked moansleft his mouth
He gripped Y/n's hand with his as he tried to pull them away, only leading into faliure as Y/n only ousted their finger into his mouth more, making him choke slightly
He let out a loud choked out most as he came, the while liquid gushing out as it dripped onto the floor and their fingers
Y/n slowed down their movements before completely stopping, the two panting heavily
The illusion quickly disappeared as Y/n looked towards Hunter with an evil grin
"So,,, how are the illusions?" They asked, Hunter let out a shaky breath s he stood up and walked towards the door
"They were.. great, but I have to... Deal with something." Hunter let out an awkward cough as he unlocked the door and left the room
Y/n's grin only widened as they fell back onto their bed
Maybe they haven't perfected their illusion trick for the contest, but at least they spend time with their boyfriend
I really hope this meets your expectations ;-; I've been struggly to write this request not knowing if you would like it or not 😭
But anyway, hope you enjoyed this :)
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