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an0ther1 · 3 days

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Untitled pt.2

Leah x OC

A/N: A little more in my current project. I’m still getting a feel for my characters. Feedback/thoughts welcome.

“What are we at, one more week?” Kim adjusted the weight on the bench press bar.

“Abouts yeah. I make it to the end of the week without any pain and things feel normal, I’ll get to run on the grass with everyone next.”

Kim laid down on the bench. “Well I’m sure you know what I’m going to say, but I’m going to say it anyway. Don’t do anything stupid and listen to your body. If something is off, waiting an extra day or 2 isn’t going to kill you.” She pushed the bar up off the rack. “Trust me.” She grunted as she lowered the bar to her chest.

“I hear you. And I won’t.”

“Hey Caps.” Beth came bouncing to the end of the bench. “Le, what time do we have the venue for Saturday?”

“Umm, 9 until whenever really. Though I told ‘em it would probably wrap up around 5. 6 hours for a baby shower seemed like more than enough.” Leah answered as she spotted Kim.

“Probably right on that. So we have 2 hours to decorate? That should be plenty. I think Steph has the catering scheduled for between 10 and 11.” Beth twisted her lips as she tried to remember.

“What did I do?”

“Catering. What time is that showing up?”

“Ah, yeah. 10:30 bouts. I’ll call and confirm on Thursday though.”

Kim put the bar back on the rack and sat up. “If we can get in at 9, I’ll schedule the cake and sweets to come around 10.”

“So we just need all the girls to show up at 9 to set up?” Leah switched with Kim after removing a few pounds from either end of the bar.

“Yeah, that should be about it. Caitlin promised that she kept a check on Katie and the games, but Stina is going to claim that she will be the one running the games so she can see what she came up with.”

“Good idea Meado. When Katie called dibs on games and said she was going to use a few “McCabe family classics” I was a bit worried about what those would entail. You really never know what you might get with an Irish family that large.” Kim helped Leah lift the bar to start her set.

“I thought most of Katie’s siblings were younger than her?” Steph asked.

“Ask her to name all her cousins some time.” Lotte interjected as she joined the group. “We talking about Erin’s baby shower?” The group nodded. “You know she’s right there.” Lotte pointed across the room to Erin, their social media content creator, who was sitting in a chair with a laptop balanced on a very round belly. “I thought this was supposed to be a surprise.”

“She has her headphones in editing. She can’t hear anything.” Beth shrugged. “You have everything worked out with Dylan?”

“Yeah. Him and Tao have some plan that Dylan swears Erin will fall for. They’re going to tell her I have a children’s event to attend so I can help set up.”

“Great. And Viv has been talking to Erin’s family, she just needs to confirm the time with them.” Beth added.

“What about Dylan’s family?” Leah said as she finished her set in the bench press. “I know they're American, but is Dylan’s parents planning on being here when Gemma is born? They might be in by then.”

Lotte shook her head. “Dylan told me and Tao he doesn’t talk to anyone in his family besides his cousin Rose.”

“Wait, isn’t that the middle name they’re giving Gemma?” Steph asked.

“Yeah. Rose is the cousin he grew up with. Dylan talks about her like a sister. I think she’s a year or two older. But she’ll be there. So he’ll at least have some family.” Lotte finished.

“Sounds like this is going to be a fantastic party for our little Gooner and her mum.” Kim looked around the group. “But now, finish up your reps. We’re on the pitch in 30.”

Everyone saluted their captain before dispersing.

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The week for the most part had gone smoothly. The team didn’t have their first January game for another 10 days. But Leah was finally going to be able to join team trainings next week, after almost 9 months, and the anticipation was wearing her thin. Several times she was asked if she was excited, or nervous, and repeatedly reminded that the wait was almost over. Almost. She was sure Saturday was going to be full of the same, though the full Arsenal staff and then some would be at Erin’s baby shower, so Leah would hear it ten fold. She needed a break. Which is how she found herself out to dinner on a Friday night, alone, sitting at the end of the bar top of the restaurant she had come to the previous week. She had come in a little earlier this time though, hoping it would be less crowded before the dinner rush, and she had been right, allowing her to get the same seat at the end with her back to everyone else. Tonight she would be any other diner. Not soon to return from injury, Leah Williamson.

Leah greeted Colin as she took her seat, ordering a glass of Chardonnay. The bar keep was placing the glass in front of Leah with a menu before she had even gotten comfortable.

“Would you like the chicken again?” The ginger asked.

“Might do an app first. Take my time and do some reading on my phone if it’s no bother.” Leah smiled.

“Not at all. I’d say the hummus is great. That and the pitas are made in house.”

“Yeah? Alright. I’ll start with that, thanks.” Leah pushed the menu back towards Colin. “And I’ll order the chicken a little later.”

Colin reached for the menu. “I’ll have that right out.”

Leah leaned back in her chair and pulled up the book she was reading on her phone. Picking the wine glass up off the bar, she took a small sip and relaxed. Colin placed a plate in front of her a short time later and for the next 20 minutes or so, she enjoyed her wine and appetizer completely uninterrupted while she read. The noise in the restaurant slowly rose as the main dining area filled and the seats at the bar top were taken one by one. Colin had just refilled her wine and was putting in her dinner order when someone finally claimed the last seat next to her.

“Is this seat taken, miss?”

Leah had heard that voice before. She lowered her phone. “No it’s not. By all means.” She smiled at the new guest. “Hello again RJ.”

“Miss Williamson.” RJ smiled softly as they pulled out the chair before placing their coat over the back. “Nice seeing you here again.”

“Will you be watching another football match?” Leah asked as she watched RJ prop their phone up on top of the bar.

“I was planning on finally watching Sinclair’s last international match. Figured if I did it in public I wouldn’t cry.” RJ waved at Colin and gave him a thumbs up. Clearly not needing words to order.

“Are you Canadian?”

RJ chuckled and shook their head slightly. “No. But as a kid I just kind of decided she was my favorite player and that was that. Figured after a month I should finally just bite the bullet and watch the damn game.”

“Mmmm, yeah, retirement games are hard to watch. She’s still playing one more year for the Thorns though, yeah?” Leah finished the last of her wine and caught Colin’s eye, signally for another glass.

“She is. But that doesn’t make watching this any easier.” RJ picked up their phone and waved it before unlocking it. Leah couldn’t help but notice that their background looked like an abstract black and white print of some sort. Once RJ had the game queued up they set it back on the bar top. “You’re welcome to watch. But I won’t bother you if you wish to continue what you were doing.” They hit the play button on the screen.

“Thank you. I think I might try to finish this chapter of the book I was reading.” Leah turned back to her phone as Colin placed RJ’s drink down and refilled Leah’s wine glass. The pair sat in companionable silence as Leah continued reading.

“Who do you think is going to take the armband in the future?” Leah broke the silence after putting her phone down. “Sinc has been captain far longer than I can remember.”

“Fleming.” JR’s said with a seconds hesitation.

“Seriously? She’s so young?”

RJ turned in their chair and looked Leah straight in the eye. “Really?” They paused for a moment. “You, the youngest captain in England history, is going to say that Jessie Fleming, who is 25, is too young.”

“Oh. Yeah I see your point.”

“Aside from her age.” RJ turned back. “She’s been a regular fixture on the national team for about 9 years. When Sinc and Schmidt stepped off this field she was the 4th longest tenured player on the team.” RJ took a sip of their drink.

“You aren’t just a casual fan, are you?

RJ side-eyed Leah. “What makes you say that?”

“A casual fan generally doesn’t know those types of statistics for a player who don’t play for their team”

“How do you know she doesn’t play for “my team”?” RJ used air quotes. “She may not play for the US, but.”

“Ew. You’re a Chelsea fan?” Leah dramatically recoiled further from RJ who just laughed.

“No.” RJ smiled. A full bright, cheerful smile. “I am a fan of the players individually, especially Fishel and Macario. But not the team as a whole.”

“Do you even have a WSL team?” Leah raised an eyebrow.

“I do.” RJ smirked. “And don’t worry. They wear the right shade of red.” They leaned back in their seat. “Can I ask you something? None football related and not terribly personal.” They rushed out the last bit. “And you obviously don’t have to answer.”

“Well with those conditions, sure.”

RJ tilted their head. “If you hadn’t become a pro footballer, what would you have chosen to do?”

“Probably an accountant or something like that. I’m pretty good with numbers and enjoy that there is always an answer to any problem.”

“Figures.”

“What’s that s’pose to me?” Leah asked, offended by the assumption, regardless of what it was.

“You play football like a mathematician, calculated.”

“Oh.” Leah adjusted in her seat, sitting up a bit straighter. “Thank you.”

RJ just hummed in response.

“What about you? You obviously know what I do and now what I would do.” Leah relaxed a bit in her chair. “Colin said you did something in media, I think.”

RJ glanced down the bar at the mentioned bartender. “Digital media.”

“What do you do in digital media? That seems like a, a very broad field. And do you work for a company in the UK?”

RJ took a long slow sip of their drink, clearly stalling as they then swirled the liquid in the glass before answering. “The company is US based. I do a lot of behind the scenes stuff, sometimes editing, camera work, desk stuff.”

Leah picked up her phone. “Must be a small company if you’re doing all of that. Is there an Insta page I can check out? Give a like.”

“Yes, we have an Instagram account.”

“Okay. What’s the name of the company?” Leah had the app open and was just waiting.

RJ had their glass to their lips when they answered. “-third.”

“What was that?”

“Attacking Third.” RJ repeated.

“Really? That’s the show that covers the NWSL, right?” Leah started looking at the company's account on their app. “If they cover the NSWL, what are you doing here? Covering former NWSL players or something?”

“Something like that.”

Colin approached with a plate in hand. “Ms. Williamson, your chicken.” He slid the plate onto the bartop. “Enjoy. RJ, did you want anything?” RJ raised their now empty glass. “Be right back.”

After Colin dropped off the drink, the pair continued watching the game in silence as Leah ate her meal. Her plate was finished and cleared away when the match hit halftime. “I should get going. I have an event I need to be at tomorrow morning with the girls that will be far more mentally draining than 90 minutes on the pitch.”

RJ chuckled. “I can only imagine.”

The footballer gave the other patron a soft smile. “It was good to see you again. Maybe we’ll get lucky again.”

“I’ll get my hopes up.” They smiled. “Have a good evening Ms. Williamson.”

#leah williamson #woso community #woso fanfics #woso soccer

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hedgehog-moss · 1 year

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When I’m an old lady I’ll still be informing young people that Halloween never existed in this country until the 90s /early 00s when people who sell us stuff realised they could use it to sell us more stuff, and Halloween-themed stuff suddenly appeared in shopping centres without warning and was relentlessly marketed to children, and adults saw right through it and disliked it (“what’s this American sh*t, why are there pumpkins and witches in shop windows this never used to be a thing”) until they got used to it and young generations grew up thinking Halloween had always been a thing here even though kids born just a decade earlier had to be taught about it by the TV or school. Also it trampled over our pre-existing Fun Cultural Event When Kids Get Dressed-Up which had never needed to be marketed so aggressively and therefore became less relevant

I don’t mind at all if you love Halloween but it’s so weird to see my younger cousins convinced that it was always a thing in France when I remember being taught at school what trick or treating was, like “let’s learn about cultural traditions that are exotic and fun and different from ours!!” and I’m not old. Millennials literally saw Halloween get astroturfed into our culture with no explanation when shopping centres just went “from now on this is something we’ve always done” and we had no choice but to be like well OK I guess 🤷‍♀️

#i took the bus to the Big City and there's halloween stuff everywhere and i'm like old woman yells at cloud #it's not a Bad cultural import it's just... the calculated cynicism of it all. and having watched it happen live #and the homogenisation of cultures #when i tell my cousins how recent it is it kind of blows their minds #if an older cousin had told me when i was 10 that she had to be taught what christmas was in school i would have been befuddled too

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olivianyx · 1 month

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UPDATES ON MY JOURNEY

Heyy all! I've been focusing on my senior professional medical year and it has been stressful. So here are some things I manifested effortlessly and a few things without me thinking about it. Long ass post ahead! ⚠️⚠️

1. Getting more pocket money than usual. Like my parents usually transact in my account like a $80 or $100 AUD per month. But in both feb and march this year, they transacted me $500 and $700 AUD! Plus! I occasionally find $10 or $50 cash in my classroom or on the streets sometimes (and they come lie next to my feet 😭) I'd ask everyone in my class if it's theirs, and they say no. What do y'all expect me to do? Like go and give it to the university management?? 😭 hell no, so i kept it lol.

2. MANIFESTED DIOR'S LIP OILS!! 😭😭 LIKE 5 OF THEM 😭 YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I'VE OBSESSED WITH LIP OILS 😭😭 AND I WANTED THE RASPBERRY ONE SO BAD, AND GUESS WHAT? I MANIFESTED IT ALONG WITH 4 OTHER SHADESS OMGGG 😭😭😭

3. My crush giving me hints that she's obsessed with me 😭 like she literally told me 'you're so sweet and caring, I've never met a person like this after my grandma' cus her grandma passed away recently and she was so depressed. She even had an eye infection, so she stopped coming to the uni. So i had to make sure she's alright, and met her everyday cus she needed someone real bad. Like she needed to talk to someone and get that thing bothering her outta her head. I was there all along whatever she was going through (don't come at me y'all, ik if we help someone they would say all these things but she's my crush lol so) She's also getting real close to me, like she tells me how annoying people are lol. She loves skin ship, physical touch, being clingy around me, and complimenting me 😭😭 so these are the hints 😭 like friends wouldn't do that right? Would they?? (My friends diss me right in front of everyone 😶)

4. I've always been the type to care too much for the silliest things, nowadays I don't really put my energy into it and become all anxious. My anxiety levels have completely gone down like I'm literally cool asf?? Even while being in public?? Literally yess

5. Manifested getting my hair coloured next week! and my mom permitted me! For my cousin's engagement in april, I wanna be there like the hot younger sister I am lol. I just wanna make my relatives and their kids jealous cus they made fun of me when I was younger (my younger self has been dreaming for this moment) so why not a revenge glow up?? 😭

6. Losing weight even though I eat like a pig due to my study stress. Like literally I ate a 5 course meal one day and lost 2 kgs the next day? (cus I randomly checked my weight for 2 days cus I had to submit my height and weight to the university student records)

7. Getting a natural blush on my face! Like it's such a game changer, I look like a movie star y'all 😭✋🏻

8. My teachers complimenting me for my discipline and high scores. As yk uni professors don't even give af bout students and they complimented me??

9. Getting into a new friend group! My old one was too toxic and they would always bully me (verbally) my new friend group is literally soo damn enjoyable! Like they're the cool kids of the year 😭 and now I'm one too!

10. As I mentioned in my older post that I'm moving into an apartment. We moved in and it was too difficult for me to sleep as the place was new and also there we're disturbances in the night time like stomping noises or playing loud music at night. So the neighbors there were too sweet that they introduced and comforted us that it's okay and if something's bothering us they'll take care of it. And they literally made the people who we're causing those disturbances to vacate out 😭😭✋🏻

11. My hair getting shinier! It was brittle before as I was severely anemic, now my baby hair is back and it's shining ✨

12. I overheard my parents conversing that they should make me audition for an entertainment company....like what? 😭😭✋🏻 when I asked them once years back they denied giving me a 4 hour lecture and now they wanna make me audition?? Like literally 😭 y'all watch me at the Grammy's (after 5 years lol)

13. Getting into the void on command or intention.

14. I literally get free foods everywhere I go 😭😭

15. I got free gifts from my uncle who's living in France! He works at a fashion company and he sent me perfumes and a few outfits (I can't reveal it I'm sorry)

I ONLY WAS THINKING ABOUT GETTING MY LIP OIL, GETTING CLOSE TO MY CRUSH AND FOCUSING ON MY STUDIES. THE REST, I MANIFESTED WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT IT.

SO WHAT NEXT?

I've decided to respawn to my waiting next month. I'm still scripting how my waiting room should be... So it might take time for me. So till then I'm gonna be strengthening my self concept even more, and also getting more and more excited to be in my waiting room! I want my waiting room to be like a more like a sci fi movie and a princess fairytale combined 😭 (ik I'm weird). Like I just want my favorite anime characters to be there to help me script my DR ✋🏻 So I'm kinda in a more excited mode lately to script my waiting room! Will give you updates on how my waiting room will be in a future post! So until then take care, love you, byeeee byeeee!

- olivia 🤍

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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Am I the asshole for outing my friend's relationship to their family?

I (25f) have a friend (30m). We aren't as close as we used to be, but we still hang out. I want to make it clear as this always comes up, I have NEVER wanted to date him. When I was 16 he had a crush on me, but NEVER asked me out. I always saw him as a brother, he saw me as a sister eventually.

His family loves me, and a few of them still believe me and him will end up together. He has went on to date other people and so have I; currently i am dating a guy (28m) who i think I'll marry. But that isn't here nor there. Me and my friend were hanging out (my bf was on his way but got stuck in traffic, tho it isnt uncommon for me and my friend to hang out without my bf as we have been friends for 10 years and done it prior to my relationship). While we were hanging out my friend dropped the bomb on me.

He has secretly been seeing someone and hadn't told anyone as he wanted to see how it went. I was excited for him! He has told his immediate family who it is, and told his extended family he is seeing someone but not who yet. Again, excited! Until he told me who it was.

It is a girl I babysat. She just turned 18 this week, but apparently they've been dating for 2 months. Her parents were aware (which in hindsight make sense why there were asking me about my friend a lot and why they mentioned her "growing up" and "getting a guy" in the same sentence- also, his and her family have known each other for a few years, meanwhile I've known her family my whole life) and they approved it (I verified later with them, and they gave the ok before she was 18). I felt sick.

I'm not sure what exact order happened next as it was a blur. I believe the order went me saying I thought I would be sick, my friend getting mad and yelling, and then me having a panic attack. However the panic attack could have come before the yelling. I had a panic attack because I have had adults take advantage of me when I was younger, and he knows this, and he knows I do NOT approve of those things at all.

My bf came home and obv was confused and protective of me. My friend got kicked out and I told my bf what happened after I calmed. He was also disgusted. I feel sick remembering when my friend had a crush on me, but he had never made any advances. My friend has always dated his age or women older then him.

This was last week. This past thurs (so four days later) I happened to run into his aunt and cousin at the store. They asked how I felt. I tried at first to just be all "my opinion doesn't matter. Good for him" just to get them out of my hair. They kept asking me. The cousin asked if I knew who it was. I must make it clear that I knew they had no clue who it was. They kept pestering me about it and I told them to drop it, but tjeh didn't. Finally the cousin asked if I had feelings for my friend. I blew up as they had been following me around the store. I told them "I dont give a fuck. I think he's a creep for dating someone still in high school."

Aunt was outraged. At him. Not me. Aunt had zero clue. Cousin was shocked. When I got home his other cousin from his uncle (not the same immediate fam) texted me asking if my friend was dating someone underage was true or not. I said she just turned 18 and left it at that.

I ignored it and was going to have a nice dinner with my bf when my phone blew up with calls and texts from my friend. I got called a bitch, a liar, etc. He was irate that I stole this and told his family. He claimed that I should have known better because I was outed as bi and how thst hurt me and he comforted me, I was hurting him the same. I told him it wasn't the same. He called me a ton of other names. My bf blocked him on my phone. I then got a text from the girl and she said "Aunt (she called me aunt because I babysat so often) I am super sad you did this. We won't be able to enjoy our relationship. You have hurt me personally".

That is where I wonder if I am the ahole. Apparently the extended family is pissed. I am pissed. But I have a pit in my stomach wondering if I did the right thing or not, because this girl MY NIECE (not by blood) is distraught. So AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #grooming cw

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loonylooly · 8 months

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at this point i'm wondering what sarah is thinking when writing her love interests, like ok it's clear she finds them hot but like....are they good people

Rhys:

UTM lap dance shenanigans

throwing Feyre into danger constantly (Weaver, destroying cauldron, getting the book from Adriata, etc etc)

Still not doing jack shit about wing clippings in Illyria?? Emerie is right there, Rhysand, go enforce your damn laws

Insulting his wife's sister constantly

Almost killed his wife's sister cause she dared give her important medical information

Locked Lucien (MY BOY!!) in the house of wind

Locked Nesta in the house of wind

Didn't give Mor any warning that time he made her face her abusers and she cried i think (ngl i forgot most of it)

Ignoring Hewn City even tho...Kier is like the only bad guy we've seen from there?? Surely there's decent people in Hewn City, don't gotta make everyone suffer

Nesta windhaven kidnapping intervention so she stops spending Rhys' money (if it was really about her own sake, they would've put a stop to it much earlier)

Seemingly alienates everyone in Feyre's life that could and would stand up to Rhys for Feyre's sake. Lucien? Nah, shoo. Nesta? Nah, shoo. Weird thought but Tarquin? Yeah, makes her steal his book.

And last but DEFINITELY not least; demon baby wife death

HE COULD'VE TOLD FEYRE... OR ATLEAST NOT THREATENED TO KILL HER SISTER FOR TELLING HER WHEN HE HOULD'VE TOLD HER IN THE FIRST PLACE??

THERE'S PROBABLY MORE BUT MOVING ON

Cassian:

Barely ever stands up for Nesta in the IC

Aids in kidnapping Nesta to Windhaven so she stops spending whysand's money

Laughs at Nesta when she falls down the stairs

Aids in punishing Nesta for daring to tell Feyre important medical info

Constantly going agaisnt Nesta's wishes and trying to "save her" when she doesn't want him to

That one time Azriel asked Nesta if Cass had pushed her down the stairs...Like are we gonna ignore that?? Personally I'd have a quarter life crisis if my closest friend, who is like my sibling and has known me most of our lives, seriously entertained the idea that i would physically assault the girl I like

general aggressiveness all of ACOSF

aids in bulldozing Nesta's apartment

Rowan goddamn Whitehorn (Who I've yet to see people bashing him somehow,,, HoF rowan was like if ACOSF cassian had a horrific murder baby

Left his pregnant mate alone during a war cause he wanted to prove himself....like..idk man if i had the choice between war and taking care of my pregnant wife i'd pick the wife (did he know she was pregnant? i've kind of forgotten by now)

Rowan's kid would've been hundreds of years older than Aelin.....just think abt that

Literally everything he did to Aelin during training in HoF

Their argument where he PUNCHED HER IN THE FACE

Threatened to whip Aelin...I repeat....Threatened to whip Aelin, an ex-slave....

Told Aelin it'd be better if she died 10 years ago (unprovoked?? bitch you met her like 2 weeks ago just cause she's getting on your nerves doesn't mean you gotta wish DEATH upon her)

Literally was relieved to find out she was only 19 because if she was a few years older she could've been THE CHILD OF HIS BEST FRIEND.

No issue with marrying the cousin of his best friend's child....Imagine if he hadn't met Aelin first.. If he'd met Aedion first, Aelin would've always been the relative of his friend's son to him

FOR THE RECORD i hate all of the SJM age gaps but rowan and aelin's specifically irks me because Aelin LITERALLY CALLS HIM OLD throughout the WHOLE SERIES

Literally tells Aelin he doesn't care about what she's been through and that she is nothing to him after she confronts him for leaving her

Puts Luca in danger by sticking him on to a frozen lake with a monster inside where he'll DIE if Aelin can't save him

Funnily enough, some of the only seemingly decent person guys in SJM 1. Are completely forgotten about in the books or 2. SJM had to make them violently unlikeable

Like we've got:

Tarquin, seemed like a pretty good guy, rightfully pissed that the IC stole his family heirloom, shows up like twice in the books (LET HIM COME BACK SARAH I LOVE HIM)

Tamlin, was pretty decent in book 1, was made violently unlikeable in book 2 onwards

Chaol, very strong morals, generally a good person, loves his wife, made violently unlikeable and boring in late CoM, HoF, and QoS (ToD is one of my favorite books in the series, will praise ToD till the day I die, my boy EARNED his own book)

Aedion, seemed like a good person, strong morals, spent years trading his dignity for the sake of Terrasen, loved his cousin above all else, made violently unlikable in KoA (even tho I think he was justified in being angry about it, i'd be SO pissed)

Sartaq, good guy, strong morals, Nesryn's chapters were some of my favorites in ToD, Sartaq is one of my favorite SJM love interests, i'll never forgive author lady for forgetting about him in KoA (tho i guess she forgot about everyone from ToD? Yrene and Chaol are the only important ones, she barely even mentions Nesryn even though Nesryn's BEEN an integral part of the gang since QoS, giving her the Suki from ATLA treatment)

#acotar #sjm #sarah j maas #throne of glass #tog #anti rhysand #anti rowan #anti cassian #anti nessian #anti feysand #chaol westfall #sartaq #tarquin #tamlin #aedion ashryver #nesta deserves better

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whatdoeseverybodywant · 5 months

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You're The Only Girl For Me - Chapter 8

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Christmas Day 2020 (continued)

Isaac Jones stared at the man he just caught groping his baby girl, his princess. That was not what he wanted to see when he opened his front door after being alerted that there was a presence by his security system.

Airielle cleared her throat. She was suddenly having a flashback to her junior year in highschool. “Dad this is Joshua, Josh this is my dad Issac.” Josh held his hand out to Isaac.

“That was the hand that was groping my daughter's ass, correct?” Josh put his hand down and cringed. This was not going well. At all.

“My bad about that. I wasn’t expecting anybody to open the door.” Josh said scratching the back of his neck as her dad just stared him down, a deep frown on his face.

“Are you going to let us in?” Airielle questioned, breaking her dad out of his staring. Airielle rolled her eyes as her dad moved to the side and let her and Josh walk into the house. She grabbed Josh’s hand pulling him into the house with her.

“Hey Mia, I found our daughter outside being groped up by some boy.” Airielle rolled her eyes again and walked into the living room where her family were seated.

“You bought Jey Uso for christmas!?” Her 10-year old nephew Zay shouted, running over towards her. “This is the best present ever! Is Roman here too?” He asked, eyes wide as he ran into the foyer to see if anyone else was out there.

Airielle and her family laughed at how excited he was. “No i’m sorry Zay, maybe Yas can get him here next year.” She said smirking at Yasmine who flipped her off in return.

“Non, pa gen anyen nan sa” (no, none of that) Her grandmother scolded, pointing her finger at Yasmine. “Pa dwe grosye Airielle. Entwodwi nou nan ti zanmi ou..” (don’t be rude Airielle, introduce us to your friend.) She said smiling over at Airielle and Josh.

“Mwen regrèt granmè, se Josh, zanmi mwen nan travay.” (I’m sorry granny,this is Josh, my friend from work) She said to her grandmother before saying it again in english for everyone else, obviously leaving the friend part out, she didn’t know what she and Josh were and she didn’t want to upset him by just calling him a friend.

She met his family and now he was meeting hers, they’ve kissed but he never asked her to be his girlfriend nor did she ask him to be her boyfriend. Maybe he thought she already was without him asking. She cleared her throat before introducing him to everyone in the room individually so that he could know their names.

Now her family wasn’t as big as Josh’s but there were enough of them, with her dad and stepmom, her older brother, Isaiah, his wife Kelsi and their 3 kids. Her other older brother Josiah, his wife Nickole and their three kids. Her two uncles, Yasmine and her younger cousin Ashley, her younger brother Elijah, Yasmine’s sister Jasmine and her grandmother.

When they got to her stepmom Tamia, she stood up and pulled Joshua into a hug. “I’ve heard so much about you. I’m happy you could make it.” Josh’s smile was wide and bright. He felt kind of relieved that Airielle had told her family about him.

“Thank you for having me.” Tamia then turned towards Airielle.

“Go get some food before your brothers eat it all.” Tamia said laughing when all of them shouted in protest. Airielle laughed too before grabbing Josh’s hand and walking towards the kitchen.

“Do you want a to-go plate? I know you not hungry seeing as we just ate at your moms house. ” She asked and when she turned to Josh, he was already staring at her.“What?”

“You speak a different language?” Airielle laughed

“Oh yeah.” She giggled. “It's Haitian, my grandma doesn’t speak english, so that’s how we communicate with her.”

“Damn, that’s hot.” She rolled her eyes and pushed him away from her.

“Boy if you don’t stop.” She rolled her eyes as she started to make him a plate.

“I’m just saying. That shit is hot. What other secrets you got?” She smirked over at him.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know.” She winked.

Spending time with Airielle’s family was going… okay. Her family was just like his to be honest, everyone was close and it was obvious that this was a family that saw each other everyday and not just on the holidays. Everyone had been extremely nice to Josh except Isaac, but that was completely understandable. But it was like no matter what he said her dad found a problem with it. Josh could tell that Airielle was getting annoyed and to be honest so was he, he didn’t do anything wrong…technically.

They were all sitting in the living room, letting the kids open presents. Airielle had taught Josh some Haitian words so that he could communicate with her grandmother. Josh had also tried his hardest to engage Isaac in conversation but he would be met with silence.

“Don’t worry about him.” Tamia whispered to Josh. “Rih is his baby girl. He’s like that with every guy she brings home.” That caused Josh’s eyes to widen in shock. How many dudes does she bring home?

Seeing the look on his face Tamia quickly backtracks. “No, what I meant to say is that he’s protective of her.”

“ I get it. But i’m trying.” Tamia smiled and placed a comforting hand on his knee.

“Don’t worry, I'll talk to him.”

“Hey man, you know how to play spades?” Airielles older brother Josiah asked and Josh nodded. “Cool, come on, you my partner.” Josh chuckled and gave Airielle a kiss on the cheek before getting up and followed Josiah over to the table where Airielle’s other brother Isaiah and Yasmine were already waiting.

They played for a while, Josh getting to know Airielle’s brothers and some embarrassing stories about her that he would keep as ammunition for the stories his mom told her.

“Hey man, don’t worry about my dad. He was never going to like you.” Josiah said after they had just finished playing. Josh arched an eyebrow at Josiah. “I mean how everything went down with Christopher, I'm surprised he even let you in the house.” At the mention of Christopher’s name Yasmine’s head snapped over to the two of them. She shook her head trying to tell Josiah to stop talking.

“Josiah, stop.” Yasmine said, kicking him under the table.

“What?” He then turned to Josh “You don’t know?”

“Know what?” Josh asked, confused.

“Jo-” He cut her off by loudly talking over her. He heard Yasmine mutter ‘fuck’ before quickly getting up from the table to walk over to Airielle to tell her what her brother was doing.

“She was engaged to this dickhead. I never like the nigga. ” Joshiah took a sip of his beer before continuing. “I always told Rih, it was something off about him, but she didn’t listen.” He sighed and shrugged before continuing. “One day he beat the shit outta my sister. Had her in a hospital for damn near 2 months. She had to get a nose job from how bad he hit her in the face.” Josh felt his heart drop to his stomach. He let his gaze wander over to where Airielle was talking and laughing with her step-mom and one of her sister-in-laws. He would never dream of hurting her, physically or emotionally.

He watched as Yasmine walked over to her and whispered something in her ear that wiped the smile completely off her face.

Airielle stared at Yasmine in shock. She looked over at Josh who was already looking at her and felt her eyes water. She never wanted anybody outside of her family to know about Christopher or what he did to her.

“I tried to stop him, but he’s drunk. You know how Jojo is.” Yasmine explained, giving Airielle a sympathetic look.

“Fuck” Airielle muttured before stabding up and walking towards Josh and Josiah. “Imma steal him for a minute okay.” She said to Josiah who shrugged in response. Airielle sighed and pulled Josh away from everyone and towards the sunroom, locking the door behind her. “Look I don’t-”

“If you don’t want me to know. I’ll forget everything that Josiah said.” Josh said cutting her off.

“What?” She asked, staring at him in shock.

“By the look on your face. I can tell it’s something that you don’t want me to know about. If you wanna tell me i’ll listen but if you don’t want me to know i'll forget everything he said and I’ll never bring it up.” Airielle could do nothing but stare at Josh

“What?” She asked again, making him smile.

“How did you expect me to react?” Airielle shrugged and wrapped her arms around herself.

“I honestly don’t know. Nobody outside my family knows what happened, and I honestly wanted to keep it that way.”

“Okay, then we’ll keep it that way. I won’t say anything or bring it up again.” He said pulling her into her arms and kissing the side of her head.

Issac watched them hug with a curious look on his face. “Hey, wassup with them?” He asked Isaiah who was walking past.

“Oh, Jojo opened his big ass mouth. Told Josh about Christopher. Kelsi heard them from the backyard and honestly, dad. He’s a good dude. You gotta give him a chance.” Isaiah patted his dad on the back before leaving him to his own thoughts.

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eyeofnewtblog · 6 months

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Things that happen at home:

So, my mom had her first symphony concert this weekend, and I’m happy to report that it was a smashing success.

What I personally thought was really cool is that the whole symphony is mostly older women. Most of the brass section was older men though, and you could tell that the trumpet and trombone players were having a great time with the music (lots of jamming out head and shoulders movement) and WOW that tuba player has A Set Of Lungs.

Honestly kinda makes me miss the days when Middle Sister would stand just outside my bedroom door and just BLAST through her practice session as fast as possible. Yes, she was a tuba player. Yes, she was in marching band and orchestra. Yes, I absolutely ran out screaming “MOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!” Every. Single. Time. No, that did not stop her in anyway whatsoever.

Anyway, there was also a cello soloist that performed with violin and viola accompaniment, and he was legitimately fantastic. I told my mom during intermission that she was better and she did her scrunch up face of You’re Full Of Shit But I Like The Support which was cute.

I was sitting next to my one of my cousins for the concert and we both kept side eyeing each other and giggling about how he was bobbing along and jamming out…for those of you that don’t know, it’s very easy to jam out and look cool when you have either a very small instrument or a very large instrument.

When you have a medium instrument, like a cello or French horn, you just look silly if you’re jamming out (saxophone is the exception) and my mom has this very…contained way of playing that looks intense but graceful and determined. So to see someone looking like they’re jamming out on an electric guitar while playing a cello was just…hilarious to us, because we’ve been watching my mom jam out for decades and never seen anyone look so goofy while sounding so good.

One of my moms work friends showed up, and she was an absolute delight. Complete sweetheart; it’s also really fucking funny to tease government contractors about their top secret clearances and joke about their projects or basically anything that they aren’t allowed to talk about. (I teased her specifically about being in the CIA because she does intelligence analysis; my husband and I have a long standing “argument” about if my mom works on quantum computers or making targeted ai satellite systems talk to each other, because honestly her PhD could easily allow for both) the goal is to make relatively small jokes and then drop it quickly because you don’t actually want them to violate their security protocols…but fucking hell if it isn’t fun to toe the line.

My mechanic husband had the dubious joy of teaching me how to jump start a car in the parking lot without jumper cables. (My car battery is in the fritz and needs replacement but we honestly thought it could wait another month or so…)

But basically you put the car in neutral, push it into a position that it can roll naturally downhill, then put it in either first gear or reverse (which ever way is down hill, basically) and release the clutch. I’m pretty sure this only works on automatic transmission vehicles, but I could be wrong and didn’t ask for clarification.

I’d like to point out that we were in a crowded parking lot with a perfectly functioning set of jumper cables. We could have absolutely asked any of the ten people walking by if we could get a jump. We could have waited for my cousin to come out, because we were parked right next to each other. But no. “What if you’re stuck by yourself? You pride yourself on being able to get out of anything.”

That man knows me too well.

Overall, great night. Fantastic concert, great learning experience, got to be an absolute little shit. 10/10, would do again.

#humans are space orcs #my mom is amazing as always #cello is the best instrument I’ll die on this hill #car trouble #marry a mechanic #trust me it works #but also #marry a plumber #either way you will never be helpless again

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hs-is-loml · 2 years

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Flashbacks of You. (c.f)

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Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader, Conklin!Reader (Steven’s Twin)

Summary: flashback moments from you and conrad growing up. part three to the 'isn't the same without you' series!

isn't the same without you (part one), for you, always (part two), making you blush (part four)

Warnings: mainly fluff! little angst but comfort. mentions of cancer. first kiss...

a/n: SURPRISE FOR THE EARLY UPDATE!! you guys convinced me to do another so i thought the best thing for a third part would be flashbacks filled with very domestic fluffy moments of these two idiots who are together but are too pussy to make it official!

Age 7

“Can I sign your cast?” Conrad asked from beside you.

“Can I sign yours?” you threw back.

“Duh, why do you think I asked to sign yours,” he laughed.

You ran inside to grab a sharpie tripping on your way to the door.

“Don’t break another arm,” you hear Conrad tease.

Age 10

Your favorite part of the year was coming back to Cousins and spending time with the one and only, Conrad Fisher. Being separated for most of the year was hard on both of you. Neither of you really seemed to care for others while you were beside each other. Susannah would always say she saw a future with you two.

You guys shared a bunk bed in Conrad’s room with you being on the bottom bunk because of your fear of falling off the edge of the top. Though it seems Conrad never really spent much time on the top bunk, he would end up squeezing next to you at night wanting to talk more before going to bed. As your guys trailed off your conversations, you also seemed to dose off and fall asleep next to each other.

Even from a young age you always picked each other's side of an argument or situation. Others found this extremely annoying knowing it would always be a 2 versus 1 if you came to a confrontation with one of them. Especially Steven.

“Steven, give it back,” you whined as he dangled your headphone above your head due to his sudden growth spurt that you seemed to lack.

“No, this is too fun,” he snorted at you.

“Ok, I get it you’re tall now, but come on I just want them back before you end up breaking them,” you scoffed.

“Steven, give it back to her,” you hear from behind you as Steven hands back the headphones with a frown walking away.

Conrad always had your back and defended you in as many ways as he could. He loved the sense of being able to protect you from even the smallest things. The best part was everyone kind of listened to him with him being the oldest out of all of us.

“Thanks, Connie,” you said appreciatively looking up to meet his eyes.

“Anytime.”

Age 12

“You’ve always had the most gorgeous blue eyes, Con,” you confessed to him.

“What about them?” he asked confused.

“They’re so pretty, you know. Like as someone who has brown eyes, yours are much cooler.” you talked staring into his eyes to get a better look.

“Y/N, well you have a pretty smile,” he complimented you.

“You’re just saying that so you don’t seem rude.”

“When have I cared about being rude?”

“Actually, fair point.”

“Exactly.”

“How’s football going? Is your dad still pushing you to do it?” you asked.

“Yeah, he is, but it’s going great actually. The coach says I got some potential or something like that apparently.”

“It’s because you’re amazing, Conrad. Take pride in that.”

Age 15

From a very young age, you both showed the potential to be something more when you guys grew older. It was a shock to the families to hear about other significant others as you grew older and matured. Though as bad as it sounds your friendship was never strained during them.

Finding out Susannah had cancer was tough on everyone. Nobody could ever imagine a life without her. Conrad took it worse than everyone though he felt like he could’ve done something to prevent it in reality there was nothing he could do. The second you guys were alone when you came back to Cousins. He told you all his worries about Susannah.

That was the best part of your guys’ friendship (relationship) is that you would always be able to confide in each other. No judgment would ever be made.

"There's no shame in crying, Conrad. I promise. It’s just me," you spoke softly into his ear as he clutched onto your sides, burying his head into your neck. You held him as you played with the hairs on the back of his neck as he tried to hold in the tears but simply couldn’t.

“I can’t lose her, Y/N,” he muttered.

“And you won’t. Susannah’s strong. She’s the strongest person I know, and she will get through this. You know your mom she’s a fighter.”

“Thank you for being here.”

“I'll always be by your side.”

“I love you,” he said as he pulled back a little to look into your eyes.

“And, I love you,” you responded as you laid a gentle kiss on his forehead, he blushed.

Age 16

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” you heard from around the room as you walked into your house.

You looked around to see so many faces of the people you loved. You saw your parents, Steven, Belly, Taylor, a couple of your friends, and Steven’s, then you saw the Fishers standing to the side with bright smiles on their faces. Your eyes traveled to them one by one until you saw Conrad Fisher.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart!” Susannah spoke to you.

“Hey, birthday girl,” Jeremiah said.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” Adam added.

“Happy birthday, love,” Conrad finished.

You squealed at the sight of them. You ran to Conrad tackling him into a hug as you peppered kisses over his face.

“You’re here,” you said still in shock.

“Of course, I am,” he smirked. He let you go so you could greet the other people in the room and thank them. Everyone could see the love in his eyes as he watched you interact with everyone.

“Happy birthday, sis,” Steven laughed at your facial expression. He had just gotten back from a trip with your guys’ dad. You thought he would be gone for your shared birthday but everything was planned to surprise you.

“I’m so glad, you made it in time.” you joked as you did a handshake you forced him to learn when you guys were seven.

“How could I miss our birthday?” Steven claimed.

“Cause you said you would?” you mocked.

“Oh, shove you, dork. Go back to lover boy he might miss you,” he grinned as you shoved him with your shoulder as you walked to Conrad.

“Hey,” you greeted him as he turned his attention away from his brother to you.

“Hello to you too.”

“Come to the backyard with me?” you asked him.

“Yeah sure,” he answered.

“So how’s your birthday?” he asked as you two walked outside sitting under the shade.

“Better with you here,” you admitted.

“I missed you,” he confessed taking your hand in his.

“I miss you too. Like all the time,” you replied giving his hand a squeeze.

“It’s hard to sit here and be close to you and not want to kiss you,” he muttered under his breath hoping you wouldn’t notice but you did.

“Then why don’t you?” you said as the words slipped out of your mouth.

It felt like time stopped as he searched your face for any signs of hesitation, but there weren’t any. You had just turned sixteen but never had your first kiss yet. You were sure he knew that, but you hoped he didn’t notice your lack of experience. He leaned into you slightly like he was waiting for you to stop him, but you wanted this. You wanted him. You leaned more in until you felt his breath fan over your face.

“Kiss me,” you whispered against his lips.

His lips pressed yours as his hand went to your waist. You responded immediately to the kiss putting your hand against his cheek. As he deepened the kiss his grip on your waist tighten as well. You let out a small gasp allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Both of you fought for dominance but ended up with him winning. You pulled back enough to take in some air allowing Conrad to catch his breath as well.

Each looking back at the other's lips waiting for the next move. Conrad pulls you so you're straddled on top of him as he reconnects your lips. You smiled into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. You moved forward slightly to lean more into him and he let out a groan against your mouth. He stilled in the kiss firmly keeping your hips in place from moving any further. Your lips parted from each other but stayed in the same position.

“I have your gift. Do you want it now?” he said moving one of his hands to his pocket and taking out a small box and showing it to you.

“Sure,” you said flushed taking the box in your hand as you unwrapped your arms from his neck.

“I thought you’d like it since you’re like obsessed with like space and stuff. I got a matching ring to it too you see. It’s okay if you don’t like it though I can totally get you something else if you want,” he rambled as you took out a moon and star necklace that matched a signet ring that rested on his left pinky.

“I love it, Con. Thank you,” you giggled pressing a light kiss on his lips.

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rorywritesjunk · 1 month

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I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy isn't treated kindly by a member of the family still, gets insulted. Buggy gets his nails painted and makeup done tho, because the kids got ahold of him. A/N: Meet the Family plus one that isn’t really nice. Okay, there's only two more postings for this story and I will be done!

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates@the-angriest-angel@tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 17

Buggy reluctantly became the favorite of the youngest group of cousins and they insisted he play with them every chance he had. It was the last thing he wanted but you smiled and urged him to play with them so he caved at your request, which is how he ended up losing his hat to a five year old who insisted she was a scary pirate captain while a three year old was in his arms, refusing to be put down.

He now wondered if you wanted kids after he spent an entire day entertaining them because he was certain he didn't want them.

When you came to rescue Buggy in the late afternoon, you didn't find him. The five year old still had his hat, which you retrieved from her when one of them pointed in the direction of the house, saying the older cousins had him. You were surprised you didn't hear any commotion, surely he didn't go willingly, right?

You walked into the living room and paused, because there sat your fiance, scowling while one applied makeup to his face, one was doing his hair, two did his nails, and the rest were talking and squealing about the excitement of a wedding.

Oh, so word got around then about what your aunt wanted. Great.

“So, what's going on here?” You finally asked; Buggy jerked away to stare up at you, scowl gone, and you grinned when you saw him. Did he allow this or was he forced into it?

The bones on his forehead were a little crooked, but your cousin had drawn little blue diamond shapes around his eyes which… looked great, actually, you liked how they made his eyes pop. The red around his mouth was a little bold, but you didn't mind. The 14 year old cousin looked proud of her work.

“He's a pirate but he doesn't look scary enough.” She told you as Buggy remained seated. “Aunty Windy is a scarier pirate.”

“She hasn't been a pirate in a long time.” You told her as you made your way over to them. “I love his nails.”

“He wanted sparkly blue nails!” Another cousin chirped. “I asked and he said yes!”

“Really.” You chuckled as you knelt down beside Buggy. “You asked for blue sparkly nails, Buggy?”

“Maybe.” He grumbled as his face burned and he looked away from you. You took one of his hands and looked at it closer.

“It's a good color on you, honey.” You told him as you kissed the top of his hand. He turned redder while the cousins went “Awww!” collectively while you just smiled at him.

“Sunny?”

You looked up to see your Aunt Snow at the door. She was one of the aunt’s from your mother’s side and you frowned, wondering what she wanted. She didn’t look too thrilled as she delivered the message to you.

“You mom and Stormy want a word with you.”

You managed not to grimace. It wasn’t so much your mom wanting to speak to you as it was your aunt. It was two days since Stormy said the wedding should happen and you had been giving her the cold shoulder ever since, leaving the room when she entered, even walking away when she approached you. Granted, it wasn’t the most adult behavior, but you didn’t want to talk to her.

Buggy looked between you and your other aunt before getting up to join you. He took your hand in his and you smiled at him before leaving the room with your fiance following behind. Whatever word was to be had, you felt it fair that Buggy be there for it. You followed your Aunt Snow to the kitchen where your mom was in a staring contest with her sister. Both looked up when you came in and neither looked happy.

Windy was mad at her sister for being so insistent and Stormy was mad about the wedding.

“He does not need to be here for this.” Stormy snapped as she pointed to Buggy. “This is for women only.”

“Well, I am marrying him and I figure this has to do with our wedding, so I want him here.” You replied sharply as you felt Buggy tense up beside you. He had heard that tone of voice from you before and he was glad he wasn't on the receiving end of it. “Our wedding is just us two, my parents, and whoever Buggy wants. That’s it.”

“That is not fair.” Stormy hissed. “You are the first of the kids to get married, and it is only right we see it happen.”

“Why are you so adamant that you need to watch them get married?” Windy asked, trying to keep calm as she leaned back in her seat. “Buggy’s a good pirate, he’s going to be a good husband.”

“Pirates do not make good husbands!” Stormy shot back. “Have you forgotten what happened with Snow and her good for nothing pirate husband? How do we know this clown isn’t going to do the same thing! Knock up Sunny and leave her behind while he goes and plays pirate!”

“I would do no such thing!” Buggy snapped. “I love her!”

“Pirates only love treasure and the seas!” Your aunt snapped at him. “They don’t know how to love anyone but themselves! For all we know this is just a game to you until you meet someone better!”

“Hey, watch it.” Windy warned, glaring at her sister. “We’re here to talk about their wishes for their wedding.”

“There’s no one better than Sunny!” Buggy exclaimed as he took a step forward. You still held his hand which he had detached from his wrist. “She-She’s the only person I could ever love, got it?!”

“But does she even love you?! Or did you fill her head with nonsense about love and the sea like our sister went through?!” Stormy asked. “What did you promise her to make her fall in love with you when she could have any other man out there?! Especially a better looking man than you!”

Buggy let go of your hand and turned to leave. This was your family. He wouldn’t attack her, no, because he loved you so much. He didn’t want you to think less of him if he did anything to scare her. There was no convincing her anyways, so burned by someone else’s experience that she had to project onto Buggy like that. She was right, though, because he knew you could have anyone else but him, he thought that all the time, but you chose him. You loved him. But the insecurities came back like a punch in the gut. Why were you with him? He didn’t promise you really anything, just that he loved you and wanted to be with you.

He took off running for the ship once he was outside, leaving you behind with your mother and aunt. You had never seen your mother as angry as she was right then, glaring daggers at her sister while Stormy just huffed with her arms crossed.

“He’s pathetic.”

“Sunny, go after Buggy.” Windy told her as she started to get up. “I need to have a talk with my sister.”

You didn’t have to be told twice as you hurried after Buggy. You couldn’t believe what just happened, how hurt he must feel. You were angry for him, cursing your aunt and her words as you watched Buggy stop at the docks. He turned to look at you and you were surprised he wasn’t crying, but the crushed expression on his face had your eyes well up with tears.

“‘m sorry.” He mumbled as you threw your arms around him. His arms were around you, holding you tightly as he hid his face against your shoulder.

“Don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything!” You cried as you hugged him. “I’m sorry she said those things, Buggy! I’m sorry she was so cruel to you!”

You hated how he just shrugged at what you said, that he seemed defeated by those words. You didn’t want him to take those words to heart. You pulled back from him just enough to look up at him, putting your hand to his cheek.

“I love you, and I’m sorry she said those things.”

“She's right, y’know. You deserve better.” He told you as he leaned into your touch and closed his eyes.

“I don't care what that bitch says.” You snapped; his eyes shot open in surprise. He was pretty certain he had never heard you swear before. “I'm marrying you, Buggy. You're the flashiest, most handsome pirate on the seas and I'm so lucky to be marrying you.”

“Really?”

“Yes! I don't know what else to say to prove it to you, Buggy, but you're the only one I want to be with!” You replied, frustration in your voice as you grabbed him by the shoulders. “Let's just get on the ship, say we're married, and be done with it. I don't care if someone makes it official!”

Buggy looked away, flushed as he scratched his cheek, mumbling, “I don't think I've heard you swear before.”

That knocked the wind out of your sails. You just stared at him, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down. “What?”

“You just called someone a bitch.” He grinned, looking quite impressed. “Didn't think you had it in you, babe. Kind of hot, y’know.”

“Buggy, really?”

“What? It was hot.”

You smacked him on the chest before he wrapped his arms back around you, pressing his lips to your temple. The lipstick mark left behind was a little much so he reached up to try and wipe it off.

“You gonna keep the makeup look?” You asked, voice muffled as you leaned into him. Buggy shrugged.

“It's flashy, y’know. I like it.” He replied as he kissed you again. “Plus it leaves marks on you when I kiss you. Kinda nice.”

You looked up at him, nose wrinkled as you pondered his words. “Really now. Maybe I should put some on later and leave marks on you, honey.”

He liked the sound of that a lot.

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latenightbreezeinheaven · 1 year

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Natal aspects from my natal chart + my personal experiences (planets in houses) *Part-1* ☃️

First of all, these are my experiences due to my personal placements in my natal chart so please take them with a pinch of salt. They are not facts. Every placement has good and bad sides and I’m not an astrologer too.

Saturn in 1st house

🖤Since I was a child, I was taught to be able to stand on my own feet and stay alone. My mother said she tried to stay away from me both physically and mentally as possible as she could because she was afraid that I would be too much emotionally attached to her. I was extremely soft and I relied on my parents at that time, so they didn’t want me to grow up as a weak person. That’s why I never tried again to rely on my parents, mostly emotionally because I know that I am the only one who has to pull myself up again and they aren’t.

🖤I have issues with my self-image and appearance, especially my body, since I was about 12 or 13. I feel like I’m not beautiful and I don’t meet up to this generation’s beauty standards.😐

🖤According to my mother, I started talking at about 3 or I guess even 4. It’s considered a bit late compared to my cousins and my brother. I don’t know if this placement is related to my talking stages but my speech was delayed and it was at the first stage of my life so yeah.🤷🏻‍♀️

🖤I think I’m responsible for every matter that happens around me even though I didn’t cause them.

🖤My parents have expected me to take care of my brother and his needs since I was about 10 and he was 5. I had to console him whenever he cried and I had to feed him, cook for him when they worked etc. They put too many responsibilities on my shoulders from the start so I wasn’t really carefree as a child.

🖤I’m also extremely hard on myself. I want to be perfect in every scenario and I feel this need to come out as a strong and independent person.

🖤My mother told me that when I was a newborn baby, I already looked like a 3-year-old kid. My facial appearances looked mature and till now, a lot of people still think I’m a lot older than I really am.😭

🖤My parents, especially my mom is really strict and they also have very high expectations on me. I feel judged by them quite often even when I’m doing well academically.

🖤They are also conservative, especially my mom. She yells at me whenever I tell her that I want to have a boyfriend but I don’t want to marry him and I will just live together and sleep with him. (It’s quite forbidden in our country and publicly considered as something we shouldn’t do).😂

🖤I am prone to anxiety. I often have anxiety attacks and I bite nails a lot too.

🖤Saturn also conjuncts my ascendant, so people also often tell me that I have prominent high cheekbones and I also think it’s true. But jawline? My jawline doesn’t look Capricorn rising-nish. I’m not also tall and slim. Actually, my body depicts exactly what a cancer rising with a cancer stellium would look like.

Lilith in 1st house

💃I’m not sexualized directly by men but every man I’ve met always wanted to chat with me about sex only. It’s really weird because my friends also have boyfriends but none of their boyfriends treats them like a sex toy. And I feel like a sex toy among those guys. They don’t want to take me out on dates and instead, they just want sex. I can’t tell if that is “sexualization” but I also get comments about my body a lot in both positive and negative ways.

💃Anyways, apart from men, I get stared a lot, not in a sexual way but in a more curious way like I’m an alien or some mythical creature popped out of a 13th century novel book.😂😭

💃I was also outcasted by my friends most of the times because they thought I’m too slutty (they said it themselves behind me). My ex friends bullied me and slut-shamed me so I have become a bad bitch since then. That’s why I don’t really care about friends in my life. They’re not my priority. Normally, I’m really bubbly and friendly but at times, my bitchy side comes up and forces me to stay detached from friends and never trust them.

💃Another thing I experience is I always have problems with authority figures. I hate it when someone uses their power to win something unfairly. But on the other hand, I’m secretly in love with authority and power because I want to own them and use them in a good way.

💃Some people also tell me that when they make an eye contact with me, they feel intense and intimidated but also warm and comforted at the same time (probably my cancer rising again lol).

💃I’m rebellious and I love weird outfits which are different from others.

💃I’m a bit open-minded when it comes to sexual matters (except when some random guy talks about sex out of nowhere for like 3 hours straight). I don’t feel ashamed to discuss about sex education whereas my friends see that as a taboo topic in the society.

💃I hate my body when I can’t fit into some outfits that I love but I love to touch it a lot and I also love to sleep naked (except I can’t sleep naked anymore after my parents found out about that).😭😭

💃However, the room doesn’t go silent when I enter. I’m not that powerful though.

💃I also don’t care about what other people think about me. It’s like “fuck off” vibes coming out from me since I got bullied.

Moon in 3rd house

📚People tell me I’m smart. I don’t get compliments about how pretty I am but I get ones about how intelligent I am. However, I don’t really think I’m THAT smart but maybe almost. HAHAHHAH😝

📚I love to express myself by writing out on a paper or on websites or on apps like this. I just love to turn my emotions into sentences and sometimes they turn into short stories. Writing releases my stress.

📚I love to write and read a lot. A book, a cat and gallons of iced coffee are enough for me in a day.

📚By traveling, I gain knowledge, inspiration and happiness. It’s my stress reliever for all time.

📚I love to ride cars too (I know it’s weird but I even had a childhood dream in which I live in a van and travel around the country).

📚I love my brother a lot and I have a very affectionate and friendly bond with him. I also try so hard to get along well with my cousins and stay friendly with them even though they’re a bit fake.🙄

📚Back to my brain. My primary teachers always complimented me about my intelligence and my grades and I was always the one who got first prize in every year for 5 years straight. Not bragging but it’s true.🤣

📚My moods change very often and my mind is scattered. It’s like a wide field with multiple places to hide and suddenly, a clown shows up from nowhere out of the blue! For instance, at first, I’m on instagram. Then after a minute, I remember to reply dms so I go onto messenger. Then, not even a minute later, I’m on TikTok again. Then, I’m on Reddit. It’s like soooo scattered that I don’t even know how to describe. I think my anxiety attacks also come from this placement.

📚I’m not grounded. I like to meditate but I can’t be consistent about it because of my intrusive thoughts. I jump from one topic to another very quickly when I talk.

📚I’m not a very good listener. I’m always ready to talk about various topics. So if I listen to someone very patiently, then he/she is important to me or I’m going to ghost them soon so I’m being patient in the present time loll😭

📚I overthink a lot and I tend to forget about a lot of things too. On the other hand, I also have a photographic memory about certain events like how my mom breastfed me. I remember what she wore and how she looked very vividly although I was just about 1 or 2 at that time but I don’t remember what I ate as a breakfast this morning. Strange right?

📚I love to learn foreign languages because they challenge me and intrigue me!

📚I’m also curious about everything and often have questions like “how were the oceans created?” “were Adam and Eve real people or just myth?” and my thoughts spiral into a big infinite hole and I get detached from the reality and my eyes are like 💀DEAD💀.

📚I also tend to turn my emotions into a problem to be solved instead of accepting and dealing with them. I observe me and my feelings from the third party view and respond to them logically. It’s not that I’m not emotional but I rationalize my feelings from another perspective.

📚I love to contain full stops, exclamation marks, question marks at the end of every sentence. If someone doesn’t do that, I judge them secretly LMAO.😭

Jupiter in 3rd house

🪄You can say that I’m quite lucky when it comes to education. I stand out among others since I was a child due to my education success. My parents could also support my education financially unlike right now, they’re struggling for my brother’s.

🪄I am a quick learner and I have a large vocabulary. I love to use advanced words in my language (Burmese).

🪄I am also quite talkactive but only with people I’m comfortable with. However, most of the time, I get into trouble for talking too much. I spill all the tea without any intentions but that drags me into a big mess and that’s why I have to control myself a lot when I communicate with someone, not to share gossips or else I’ll be in trouble again.

🪄Most of the times, people think I exaggerate a lot but I don’t.

🪄I hate HATE misspellings. They irritate me Periodt.

🪄I’m also open-minded and not afraid to observe from other perspectives. But my beliefs are so strong like try to attack them and I’ll kick you out of my life forever.🦵🏼

🪄I love learning about various things and I also like to be seen as a nerd. As long as I’m learning something, I feel valuable and precious.

🪄I prefer intelligence to beauty. When I say intelligence, it’s not only about studies but also about the keys in communication, how to eat and drink with manners, how to fight back people with wits etc. I’m quite of a sapiosexual. I get turned off when someone doesn’t know about something they should know. I get turned on when someone is intelligent and knows exactly how to talk to someone. Appearances matters too but not very important as long as they have brains.🧠

🪄I also love to see arguments (not in an aggressive way) and I always guess why they have their own opinions by trying to be in their shoes. And I get turned on when someone I already admire gets passionate in intellectual arguments wisely.🥵

Pluto in 6th house

⚡️I love hardworking people and I also try hard to perform well in my daily routines. I put efforts even into tiny cases.

⚡️I have a very strong will when it comes to my career and I hate being told what to do. I’m still at college so I have zero experience about work places but I think I would be obsessed with my work because that’s how I imagine myself to be.🤓

⚡️When I get emotional, I try to stay as productive as I can and I shift my focus onto my daily routines, my studies and my ambition to suppress them. I know it’s bad but I can’t deal with all of them. Emotions are weakness for me.

⚡️I love and hate routines at the same time. My Gemini sun and 3rd house moon hate them but my Virgo moon and 6th house Pluto love them.

⚡️I get stressed out a lot when my routines are ruined. For example, I even feel like my life is a mess if I didn’t finish some work in a limited time. I want to cry when I’m not productive and I go on self-destruction mode if I feel like that. I waste more time if I know I’m not doing enough. And then I cry. And the cycle repeats. So, the only way to keep myself happy is to stay productive and to be perfect in every work I do.

⚡️I’m also very competitive among my peers (my mars Aries doubles it).

TW: Eating disorder

⚡️I hate diets and workouts (I don’t know if this is related to Pluto in 6th house though). I have three personal planets in hard aspect to Pluto. I also have an eating disorder. I’m trying to maintain my balance again but it falls back every time. Either I binge or I restrict shockingly. There’s no in-between. Right now, I’m in my binging era with inconsistent workouts (even though I HATEEE workouts).

⚡️I love cats but cats don’t love me I guess. Whenever I look in the eyes of cats, they get scared of me and run away without hesitation. But they love to receive cuddles from me and they let me pet them though.🥺

This is the end of this post and thank you for reading to the end. Have a great day fellows!

Part-2 will be about planets in 7th house to 12th house!!✨

#astrology observations #astrology notes #astrology #astro notes #astro observations #saturn in 1st house #moon in 3rd house #jupiter in 3rd house #pluto in 6th house #lilith in 1st house #saturn conjunct ascendant #natal chart

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eternalsams · 5 months

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To help your boredom I was thinking a family headcanon with my favorite 4 boys from top gun maverick Jake, Bradley, Bob (if you want) and Mickey on like what having a family would be like with them

Feel free to ignore this

Love ya

Okay, this is cute but I think I'll need to change some things a bit if you let me. It's still with the boys and the family plot but... rearranged. Hope you enjoy!

TW: mentions of divorced parents (wrongly called "broken family"), mentions of unprotected sex

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

when you told him your parents wanted to meet him, he'd been surprised. he wasn't really the type of guy you want your parents to meet, but you've been dating for a couple of months and he could feel himself start to deeply fall in love

when he first met them, he could practically feel his heart beating it's way out of his chest. he was so nervous.

your parents noticed how uncomfortable he was at first and tried to make him at ease, even though your dad wanted to joke around and told him he'd get the shotgun out if he ever hurt you. he didn't joke around.

your parents really liked Jake and often called whenever they knew you and Jake were off work

with you, Jake learned what in-laws should really be and he couldn't wait to pass a ring on your finger to officially call them his in-law family

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

before dating you, Bradley met some of his girlfriends' parents but he never found what he thought he needed, a big new family

the holidays came after you just celebrated the three months of your relationship, this was still very new. you still needed to discover a lot about each other, and the three little words had been uttered only a couple of weeks ago.

when he told you he wanted to spend the holidays with you and your family, you were more than surprised. never a guy you dated asked to meet your parents asap. but he was the most surprised when you told him about your broken family.

divorced parents and an absent father was not the family Bradley expected. you spoke so highly of your family all the time, he thought you had loving parents with 3 siblings, minimum. but you were an only child raised by a divorced mother.

when he met your mom, she immediately reminded him of his own. and he realized at that moment how similar you two were. both longing for an absent father and getting unconditional love from an amazing mother.

and when you both came back to your place after your little trip, and he saw how much you already missed the warmth of your mom that Bradley promised himself to give you your own family, with a loving husband and father

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Mickey came from a big family, you already knew that, he told you. what he didn't tell you was that he had many nephews and nieces.

the first time you joined his family for the holidays, you had to arrive early to get some rest, so you only saw his parents. but the next day...

his older sister arrived first, greeting you with a hug like an old friend from college and introduced you to her husband. and then you heard them, two little girls screaming "Uncle Mick" and jumping on your boyfriend. that was cute.

not even 20 minutes later, his brother passed the door with his fiancée and their three kids, all three of them running to greet their 'favorite' uncle. now that made 5 of them.

when you thought it was over, the door opened once again and two more kids came in running and greeting everyone, their parents, Mickey's cousins, coming in just next. now that made 7.

when you counted 10 of them, you went to Mickey and grabbed his arm, pulling him aside and asked him if there were more kids to come. he laughed and grabbed you by the hips. "would you like to see more of them?"

you and him had been dating for a bit more than 7 months and even though you already talked about marriage, kids weren't on the table yet. so when he asked you that, you were a bit surprised, but pleasantly so. "not so soon, Romeo" you patted his chest with a chuckle.

but as you went back with everyone, Mickey couldn't help but stare at you, trying to imagine how lovely you'd be with a round belly or a small child in your arms

Robert "Bob" Floyd

the day Bob asked about funding a family with you for the first time, you were cuddling on the couch, watching some rom-com. you'd been engaged for two months at the moment and it just felt right to start talking about it.

he had so many good memories from his childhood with his family that he wanted to create some more with a family he'd share with you

through the whole conversation, he'd rub your stomach, eager to see it grow with his child. so you started trying, forgetting the condom box under your bed.

his friends would tease him, calling both of you rabbits. but none of those mocking were meant to be insulting, you all knew that.

you started planning how to decorate the baby's room and what kind of toys and plushies you'd get for them.

he'd hold you tight in his arms whenever you'd get a negative on a test and you couldn't wait to see the smile stretch his lips when he'd read 'positive' on the stick.

you knew he'd make an amazing father, and he knew you'd be the perfect mother for his kids.

#jake seresin #top gun #hangman #top gun maverick #glen powell #Bradley Bradshaw #rooster #miles teller #mickey garcia #fanboy #Danny ramirez #Robert floyd #bob #Lewis pullman #eternalsams #eternalsams asks

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allay-j11no · 10 days

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𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙳𝚊𝚢𝚜

𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕤. . . Introduction | CHPT .1 | TBR ----------------------------------------------------------------

TW: Blood, cursing. CW: bullying, school, Older brother, cousin, Childhood friends to lovers.

Antsy kids and tired adults welcome this day. School ends, friends meet, adventure begins. Simon and me were planning the annual summer hang out, Kyle and Timothy were planning the yearly family water balloon war. The bus ride home was long, too long, kids were yelling, jumping from their seats. I was waiting to get home, throw my stuff into the back of my closet till next school year. "Rory, when we get home, we all meet at the parks Gazebo?" Kyle said tiredly, I nodded to my cousin, "could you and Tim get the bikes ready too?" Timothy and him both nodded as the bus stopped near our small neighborhood, all four of us getting off, Kyle running to Auntie Aria's and Uncle Kojo's. Mom's sister was always kind to us, unlike our own mother, but she made up for it with yummy food, sometimes I catch her smile when we eat like a normal family. Sometimes... I walked behind Timothy when we walked in like any other day, zooming to my room and shoving my heavy rucksack into my closet, the garage door opening and Tim calling for me. These days were always the best, we didnt have mum and dad breathing down our neck, I could freely hang out with people... I hop onto my bike, riding to the Gazebo, racing my brother and Kyle. when we got there, I was...shaken, Simon, big bad Simon, was on the ground...bloody and bruised. So I stepped in. I threw Adam to the ground, throwing a hard right hook to his nose, Ezra was trying to pull me off, Kyle was helping Si up, "RORY LET UP NOW!" Timothy yelled, allowing Ezra to sock a hit to my gut. I toppled over, on my hands and knees, still ready to fight. "Your crazy woman!" Adam screeched, Ezra was sitting him up. "hrm..." Kyle sighed, Adam walked over and kicked me in my gut before the two boys went running, being chased after Timothy, "You alright Rory?" Kyle asked. "A-As good as I can be.." I weakly smiled. The day after, Simon started teaching me self-defense, he then told me about his idea of the military, I agreed with him to join as soon as we can. "we might've been in year 8 last year, but we're freshman's next years Rory" Simon started, I nodded along, "We can take the BARB in year 10." "thats...true Si, but we can only go to basic during the summer of year 11." We both considered our options, deciding to aim for SAS. We had everything planned and ready. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1503 words! ill write more chapters when school becomes less and less of an impervious task (aka when summer break rolls around)

#cod mw2 #cod original character #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #oc brainrot #oc backstory #ghost x oc #cod x reader #cod #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #bullying #the brainrot is real #i swear #anyways #who knows

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lunararcade · 22 days

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funny childhood memories from my hogwarts uni dr

(for reference i am andromeda and ted's daughter and tonks- who i call dora- is my older sister, and we live in the muggle english countryside!)

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when i was about 4 and dora was 11, our dad melted crayons and put them in molds and made us crayons in fun shapes cause we both loved drawing/coloring. when he left the room for like 5 minutes she convinced me they were candy and i ate two of them. 🤩

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dora said she wouldnt miss me the day before she left to uni, and 10 year old me got offended. me and mom and dad decorated the kitchen for her "goodbye party" (it was just us three and her favorite breakfast) the night before. i hung up a banner that said "please go" after they fell asleep cause i was upset so they all woke up to that.

dora acted like she didnt care but mom and dad couldn't get us to let go of each other before she left and we sobbed for a good ten minutes straight.

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me and dora have a 2-way mirror and she told me about everything her entire time at hogwarts (especially her crush on bill weasley from first to third year).

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we spent a month and a half every summer with dad's muggle family in ireland. me and dora would spend time with our family swimming at the beaches and riding bikes all around. it was like a month long sleepover.

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when i was like 4 i performed accidental magic while me and dora were playing tag and i apparated onto the roof. my mom had to get a ladder to retrieve me and i cried the whole time so dora sang chiquitita (horribly, might i add) to try and get me to calm down since it was my favorite song at the time.

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we have an assortment of animals (a cat, a dog, i have a cat familiar and an owl, and we have cows).

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we have a greeenhouse and a garden (which is part of why i love herbology.)

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i already know my boggart is myself without a face because me and nymphadora are both metamorphmaguses and she used to tell me if i changed my features too much then i would forget what i looked like. (i slept in her twin bed with her for a month or two before she was able to convince me it wouldn't happen).

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most blacks are named after the stars but mom told me she named my sister nymphadora (meaning "gift of the nymphs") because they new she was a metamorphmagus since birth (she started changing feautures as a newborn). but since i didnt start doing it until later, my name was a blend of her sisters names (isa from narcissa and bel from bellatrix).

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narcissa is my godmother and sirius is my godfather, but because of my parents' life they dont know me and dora exist. my mother tells me and dora stories about her sisters and her cousins. it broke her heart to leave.

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my dad is half mexican and irish and he taught me and dora spanish.

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dora used to help me pick outfits and would have me match my hair to it.

#desired reality #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting blog #shifting community #shifting motivation #shifting realities #shifting stories #harry potter dr #lunaarcade: harry potter uni dr

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klgirlsstuff · 22 days

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When I was 10 years old (this is as far back as I can remember coherently and clearly), I used to live with my Aunty in a house in Farmborough. I lived with my cousins, who were all pretty, and mainly girls. But this story revolves around one who was the youngest, but then older then me. She was 15 at the time. I remember when my mother used to run my bath, it was my favourite time, The smells of bath oils and scents and the toys I used to play with brought me great pleasure. I (funnily) used to wear underwear in the bath as I had grown up doing this since I used to live in central america and we had to bathe in the river.

This was a regular occurence, and I look back at it and still get a raging erection. My younger cousin Anneta used to come in while I was in the bath, and use the toilet. Sometimes she would even get in to have a bath with me. My mother thought nothing of this, as we were too young to really do anything. Or so she thought,she left us completely alone. Whenever she got on the toilet, I used to get excited. Looking at her naked hips as she leaned forward. And listening to her wee trickling down the seat. I always used to say to her, "Why cant you wee standing up?" and she used to laugh and come close to me and say ; "This is why" and push her little split in front of my face. I used to laugh and thought nothing of it. But I know my little penis was always hard.

In the bath there was always a set of bath paints, which I used to use to draw funny faces on myself. But it was my favourite when Anneta came in, as she used to sit with her back to me and let me draw on her back. She had to guess what I was drawing. She never had any knickers on, and I loved to get as close as I could to her, with my knees up against her bum.

This particular time she was in the bath, I had been restless all day. Id had a hard on for 2 hours, and though I didnt know how to masturbate yet, my instinctive urges TOLD me there was something I had to do to feel so good or better. Little did I realise this was the night I would find out. It started out by using the bath paints, but for some reason this time I sat with my legs around Anneta's naked body. And I found my little hard on was getting very big and swollen. I had no hair then and the tip of my penis was wonderfully sensitive and erogenous, and knowing now if I had rubbed it 3 times then I would have come everywhere. I found that it had nestled into the split of her bum, and then she said; "Mm your pretty big for a little boy arent you. You shouldnt be getting excited you know its naughty." I had no idea what she was talking about, but all of a sudden I started rubbing against her bum crack. "Ohh keep doing that" she said with a little moan, it felt so good. I remembered the feeling though not as good, like when I used to be in class and the teacher told us to do some work, and if I didnt understand I used to squeeze my legs together and it made everything feel better.

She then turned round, which was unusual because she had always been very good and never shown me her front body before. She pulled my pants off, and I didnt resist, because she was older and maybe she knew how to make me feel amazing. "Mmm you've got no hair on your fat little cock" she said. Then she lied down so she was on her belly in the bath and her legs were up and I could see her pretty pink soles of her feet. Id always found them attractive, even when I was that age. Just then she suddenly bent down and kissed the top of my dick. "Ooh it tastes salty", then she squeezed it really hard. Im sure I orgasmed there and then but because it was my first time I could have done it so much more. She gasped as some clear fluid came out, which she promptly smeared over her hand, then took it up and licked it off with her young little tongue. I hadnt started developing sperm yet, and it is clear as water.

Then Anetta took my cock in her mouth, the feeling of her warm tongue against the base of my sensitive glans felt

#malaysia vandi #vandi punde #lancap punggung #punggung mantap #bahan lancap #rogol #lucah melayu #pepeksedap #malaygirl #melayunakal

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dreamiesformula · 2 years

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Multiply - PG10 (Pierre Gasly x Reader)

Probably shit but I had an idea with it and ran, possibly warnings for this: Swearing, mentions of sex, childbirth (not graphic), teenage pregnancy/ mother (18) talks of neglect, negative self talk.

I hope at least someone enjoys this, it was pretty cool to write ngl! I’ve been struggling for motivation, become real depressed lately so I hope this piece can make at least one of you smile. Remember that I love you! 💙

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Pierre was never the type to settle down young, currently 26 and still just as addicted to the fast lane in life, parties, multiple friends as he calls them and nothing it tie him down. It was an honest mistake Daniel had invited you to a Grand prix being his younger second cousin at the ripe age of currently 22, with a budding music career but none of that mattered now. They met for the first time when he was 21 she was introduced briefly to the man as her cousins friend freshly 18 at the time, she was convinced he was too gorgeous to be real Daniel knew about her little crush but what harm could one meeting do? A lot apparently.

Staring at the test with two lines was worse then when she told her parents she was dropping out of school to pursue music, while she loves them but they were incredibly strict so being pregnant with a child and the father not being in the picture was a scary thought to break to them. Daniel was there the whole way he felt somewhat guilty as during that house party he didn’t even notice the two intoxicated lovers leave the party, a mistake that single handily landed the girl in this position. Of course she was kicked out her parents still believed she brought shame, Daniel offered her a room and one for her soon to be child too. She never told Pierre, she couldn’t do that to him he was living his life she would raise their child on her own she couldn’t stand the idea of ruining his life with what was a complete accident.

Daniel was there to hold her hand during the pregnancy, he made sure he was there to support her anyway he could he brought her supplies, toys for what they now knew was her son Joshua aka Joshie. While an accident he was the one thing that kept y/n sane while long producing sessions via zoom drove her mental, there was pros and cons. Pierre had first grown curious when the child first made his Instagram debut “Not an uncle but still I am uncle Daniel” he wrote in the caption of him holding the newborn, he had tagged you in the photo and sure enough there you were on your feed talking about the arrival of your son. Thanking everyone who supported “I am overjoyed to announce the safe arrival of my baby boy, my son Joshua. He joined the world at 10:10 pm last night in what was the most tiring experience I’ve ever had, but I would not change it for the world not if this is the outcome. I want to thank my cousin whose basically my older brother at this point Daniel, when my parents kicked me out for being pregnant out of wedlock they said I was the greatest shame they knew, he packaged my bags, flew me out to Monaco and made sure I had everything I could’ve needed to raise a healthy, happy and loved son. Daniel I would be dead if it wasn’t for you! I can’t wait too see the man you grow into Joshua, I promise to always keep you safe, although I have so much to learn about being a mother I look forward to every challenge you might bring. I can’t wait to watch Daniel make you an F1 addict, his own cheerleader and I can’t wait until I can teach you all my favourite k-pop dances. Thank you for giving me a reason to stay, I love you Joshie!” Pierre stared at his phone shocked, it obviously wasn’t his, you both weren’t dating but he was gobsmacked after you left a piece of him left with you too unknown to him that was literal as well as metaphorical he in one day and night had managed to fall incurably in love with you. None the less he stuck his head down drowning himself in work to ensure he performed the best he could.

Y/n’s p.o.v

It was almost Joshua’s birthday and he was turning four the time flew by it made my heartache a little bit, he was walking, taking and now even trying to pick out his own clothes. Daniel refused to let me move out he said it was too dangerous as fans started to speculate who Joshua’s father was the more they saw him in the paddock, I gave going to Grand Prixs a break once he was born only going to a few on rare occasions. “Y/n for his birthday can you both come to the Baku Grand Prix pleaseeeeee” Daniel wasn’t gonna give this one up I knew Joshie would love it he’s never been to that one “fine but only for Joshua” I sigh he deserved it Daniel had got him hooked on watching races old and new, even gave him a light go in the simulator he had at home. That’s how we got here a hotel in Baku, the same one most driver were staying at because Daniel had managed to sweet talk his way into getting a room a few floors above him, I was dreading the weekend. A few times I’d been in the paddock and Pierre walked past I noticed he often looked between Joshua and I like he knew something, like he knew it was his son and that tree terrified. He often liked my Instagram posts but never made contact, there was no was he could even suspect he had a son right? This was the right decision or was it?

I often battled with my own thoughts about not letting Pierre know he had a son, I felt like a horrible person but I couldn’t stand the rejection he’d give me or Joshua, I had to protect my son. Daniel tried to reason with me sometimes I knew he meant well but I’m as stubborn I knew Pierre wasn’t the kind to want a kid or be present enough for my son too feel loved, he was a priority not an option. I knew Daniel didn’t treat Pierre any different and I respected that but I didn’t think I could handle much more than a glance at him, after all in one day and one night I fell stupidly in love with the Frenchman. Daniel took us out that night for dinner just at a small restaurant nothing special while Joshua was distracted with a face full of spaghetti he made conversation “I know you don’t want to tell him y/n but I think you should at least talk to him, I genuinely think he loved you after that short time” I scoffed he was way out my league there was simply no way “Daniel, I think the jet lag went to your head. He is the Pierre Gasly there’s not universe in which this ended well for us.” I was right and I knew it. He gave me a look I knew as wow you’re really stupid “he gets to live his dream life this way, I raise my son and he gets to fuck around as much as he wants. You didn’t hear what he said the day that followed, you don’t get to experience what it’s like to be so stupid to fall in love with someone like him.” I sighed taking a bite of my salad it was all I really felt like eating something light, I hadn’t much an appetite lately after overthinking. “All I’m saying kid is you can’t run from him forever, he’s fast… he’ll catch up eventually” the weight of that sentence weighing on my shoulder the whole weekend. I knew he would I just hoped I’d been settled with another before then, I’d ran for four years what was a few more. “I don’t want to be in a pity co-parent situation Daniel, I deserve to be loved and Joshie deserves a father who actually wants to be around” he shook his head I knew what he was going to say “you wouldn’t know y/n, you never gave the guy a chance” there or was and he was right, I never did. “I’m just scared” he will leave I know he will, it’s too difficult for him especially for someone he doesn’t love.

It was now Saturday, qualifying time the first half of the day Joshie spent stuck to Daniel letting him sit in the car, go to his meetings with him it wasn’t a big deal which I was surprised at because I thought he’d be a distraction. Daniel says he always sits quietly and asked any questions when they’re done, he was such a grown young boy. It had been a few hours and I must have drifted off to sleep in Daniel’s drivers room I was woken by loud knocking it couldn’t of been Daniel, he has a code “Daniel we need to have a talk” the French accent making my body shiver Pierre, why was he here? I shake my self doubt off and open the door “sorry he’s not here right now, I can ask him to find you when he gets back” I fake a smile going to close the door Pierre stops it with his foot “y/n, it’s so lovely too actually see you again” he sounded sincere I couldn’t be rude “always lovely too see you too Pierre” it wasn’t meant to be flirty but old habits were slipping through “how have you been?” he asks still standing in the door frame “I’ve been busy, Joshie makes sure of that, how about you?” I laugh my son more often then not was the topic of my conversations “your son is adorable I’ve seen videos from Daniel, told me his favourite number is 10 thought that was cute. I’ve been alright same old really.” He smiles and my heart picks up how could I be so vulnerable with him “yeah he was born at” I’m cut off “10:10 pm on the 10th of June” he smiles “how did you?” I was shocked to say the least “I remember seeing your birth post and every one that followed ever year after” he smiled fuck don’t do it, don’t tell him the atmosphere changed “I’ve missed you” he sighs caressing my face I melt into his touch my phone’s obnoxious ringing throws me off and I go to grab it I see it was my manager for production opportunities “hello?” I was cautious these were rarely good calls “babes you’re gonna love or hate me, but B.I has asked to have you co-write and feature on a track for his new album” I gasped so loudly I think I scared Pierre “you’re shitting me? Say sike this is no joke right?” I rant shocked at this opportunity “I would never play with you like that” this had to be a dream “I fucking love you, best a manger ever” I couldn’t stop smiling “get ready kiddo, you’re gonna live your dream. I’ll send you all the emails and message you dates!”no fucking way was this happening “everything okay?” Pierre asked a hand on my shoulder like he was scared to touch me “everything’s perfect, I’m going to be featuring and co-writing on an actual performing artist song, everything is so fucking good” I squealed he picked me up and spun me around in his arms “I’m so proud of you mon amour” the name slipped out and I don’t know if it was pure bliss or overwhelming emotions but I connected our lips a needy passionate kiss which he reciprocated quickly, it felt like a dream still I missed him that’s for sure. We pull apart in what should’ve been awkward silence but was rather comfortable “I should’ve done that earlier” he rests his forehead on mine I’m a moment of pure brain fart I blurt out something that would change us forever.

“he’s yours” a deathly silence was follow with him physically distancing himself I knew he would “what do you mean y/n?” He was running his hands through his hair “I mean Joshua, Joshie… he’s your son” that’s when I broke down I was an awful person “you’re kidding me?” He was quietly whispering and sat beside me “he’s really mine?” He was stunned I nod to confirm “he looks pretty much exactly like you as a kid too” I remember his mother posting a throwback picture and Joshua saw it asking if that was him it broke my heart a little “I know, its why every-time I see him I feel my heart swell” he grabbed my hands to reveal my tear stained face “why hide it from me?” He was soft too soft, he was being gentle with me “you were 22, living your life heck even now you’re 26 still living the same way. You don’t have time or love for a family nor for a son. I protected him from the hurt that neglect would eventually bring him.” I was brutally honest probably too much so “how would you know?” He was defensive I thought this might hurt him “Pierre look me in the eyes and tell me 22 year old you would give up your lifestyle to be a father” he looked defeated I knew him well even after a short time “you probably would’ve ended up hating me” her voice was breaking and so was his heart she was right though and he knew that, he didn’t even want a child now but what he wanted didn’t change the fact he had one. “How can I hate the woman I fell in love with?” It flowed off his tongue so effortlessly “you love me?” Pure shock that described the atmosphere “how could I not? I didn’t take you to my room just for a fuck, I wanted to know you afterwards. You left and I respected that you didn’t want to be mine so I moved on with life, I know know why you never came around again. Wow… I have a son” it looked like he was proud now that all the shit had passed “you can meet him if you want to” still hushed I choke out “please” maybe this might work out now, better late than never I guess. “Oh Pierre” I grab his shirt bringing him in for a kiss “I love you too, can we give this a genuine go?” His forehead don mine once more “of course mon amour, let’s rebuild this family” I was content he knew that, maybe just maybe this family could work.

I didn’t see him again until after qualifying when we passed each other on his way to media I was heading back to hospitality for McLaren with Joshua he winked at me, P6 was good for him Daniel did good to P12 I knew he’d improve, he had fire in his guts no one was gonna say he lost his fight. “Uncle Danny did good” he piped up he wasn’t the most talkative around strangers “he did very well, he will do even better in the race!” I smiles ruffling his hair we stand waiting outside hospitality for him to be finished with everything Charles passed noticing us stopping to say hi, he was Pierre’s best friend so I’m sure Pierre told him about our past Charles signs my son’s white F1 logo cap and gives him a hug it was so cute “thank you Charles” I smile and he returns the favour before running back to wherever he had to go. “Here I was thinking you hated the colour read” from the shadows Pierre appears “may I?” He looks down at my son, his son “of course” I smile placing a reassuring hand on Joshua’s back “hey buddy, what’s your name?” He asks gently “my name is Joshua but I get called Joshie” he smiles dipping his cap to the older man cause him to chuckle “my name is Pierre” my son jumps forward to him “I know you’re number this many” he holds up both hands to signal ten “that’s right I am” he smiles so wide his eyes almost shut Daniel watched from afar “tell me Joshie” the name flowed so smooth from his lips “what’s your favourite colour?” “I like Uncle Danny’s car orange or blue but dark blue it has to be” he looks up at me slightly confused and I pointed to his race suit where the navy blue was he nods taking note for future birthdays “half the drivers have been gushing over how cute he is” I laughed he did have a few drivers with baby fever when he was first introduced “he’s got a handsome father” I mutter hoping he wouldn’t hear but he did “so I’ve heard” he laughs “I have to run, I’m late for the post race meeting, hopefully I’ll see you again little man” he fist bumps Joshie and looks at me exhaling before hugging me and running off Daniel comes up behind me scaring the shit outta me. “That seemed interesting” he smirked time to give up the ghost I guess “he knows about Joshua and we’re gonna try actually give us a go” I looked down “I’m happy for you y/n, I’m glad he’s mature enough to take such steps” I nod he throws his arm around me “oh and I got an amazing opportunity to write and feature for an idol called B.I” I smiled nothing could bring me down honestly “our little girl is all grown up” he wipes a fake tear from his eye “Joshie you wanna come into the briefing?” Daniel asks as the boy’s eyes light up “I’m proud of you” he smiles at me before taking my sons hand walking away leaving me smiling maybe, just maybe this would work out.

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Hello Dear Skippy !

I loved your old people post ! Today is my birthday - I am officially 63 yrs old. I say officially because for some reason for most all of last year I thought I was 63 and then someone would correct me and remind me I was 62.

I haven't agonized about getting older since my late 40s.. firmly believing it is a true blessing to get older because so many wonderful people are not given that chance. I will admit that I continued to color my medium to dark brown hair with blonde highlights until last March, I wish I had stopped sooner because now I have a few thick bands of my natural color bordered by areas streaked white and gray from about my ears back . Around my face, I have almost all white for my bangs left of my center part and on the right side my bangs are streaks of white, gray and my natural color and my hair from eye level down framing my face is whitish/blonde. I love mother nature's color choices better than anything applied at the salon !

At some point over the last couple of years, I have let go of a lot of the trivial issues that used to worry me. I do worry about ageing ... not getting older but ageing and how quickly 20 years can fly by - I would be 83. I worry about who will look after my daughter with CRPS and how my youngest is only 28 yrs old and how much I hope I am still around when he turns 60. That leads me to worrying about how much care I might need at 95 and then I tell myself to stop counting down the future and enjoy the moments I have now.

You are aware that sometimes my life gets very busy and often stressful with 5 kids and 4 grandchildren and extended family.. and I get tired and moan about needing some "me" time but I cherish every minute of it. Every day, I am here to be a mom, grandma, sister, cousin, aunt and friend is a cherished gift.

Truth be told - these days my most worrying thought of the day is trying to decide if I want to lose 10 lbs to better fit into my clothes or gain 10 lbs to better fit into my wrinkles.. lolol

A Very Happy Birthday to you my dear friend! I do understand losing or gaining a yr or two, now and then. I do it myself. I have to consciously tell myself how old I am.

Yes, you are so right, Mother Nature does amazing things with our hair. I did have Covid hair like the other anon mentioned. Then when I could get it coloured again, I went and had it done. It seemed to take forever, and then I decided I had no patience to sit in the chair. So stopped. I do get a “spit and shine” (as I call it).

Worrying about loved ones when we are gone. You know, I remember talking with my dad about that. He told me this…”when I am gone to heaven, God will make sure to keep things running down here for you”. Life will keep going when I am gone. God will have everything already figured out for everyone”.

I can remember asking my mom once in awhile….”what will I do when you are gone?”…..she would say..”you will be ok”. When she was in the hospital dying, one night I asked her “what will I do when you are gone.?” She said “I don’t know”. Well, when she said that I froze, it seriously scared me. Then I realized she didn’t know. She couldn’t know. Only God knew what I would do without her. After she passed, I felt her with me…I still do. My sister told me to “always remember whose daughter I am, because that is what will keep me going”. We can’t spend time worrying about our loved ones after we are gone. If we do that, it will take away the real pleasure we have with them. Fear of the unknown is sneaky. It can overtake us and paralyze us….we have to let it go, we have trust that God will take care of them, as he took care of us when we have lost our parents. It will be ok.

I don’t spend anytime worrying about clothes….if they don’t fit…it is the dryer’s fault. Wrinkles? No, I don’t do wrinkles. If you believe they exist…they will show up! They don’t exist in my mind. Not allowed! Love and hugs to you! Happy Birthday!

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