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sturnlova · 2 months

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Jealous for attention

( Matt Sturniolo x Female reader )

( Warning : Smut, not proof read all the way, fluff, angst, bit long i got carried away 😭 pet names )

Matt : Blue

Y/N : Pink

Chris : Orange

Nick : Purple

( Word count : 1.6k)

@blackhorses-posts i hope you like ❤️

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Me and Nick have been best friends for over 7 years. We first meet in high school and soon became closer, of course getting closer meant being friends with his brothers, it was a packaged deal. But little did i know that i would start dating the middle triplet Matt.

All of us were very close, i even moved to LA with them and i still live with them which means we are always together or with each other. Like no other day we were all huddled up on the couch, My upper body laying on matt’s lap and my legs spread across Nicks. I hear Chris tease me by asking if i have enough room, i snapped my eyes to him and gave him a death glare.

As time went by and my hunger grew stronger i asked Matt to get food for us. Matt groaned a bit before moving my body up to sit me down on the couch to grab his keys.

“Y/N get up babe we have to get food” soon as that sentence left Matt’s mouth nick pounced on me and spoke for me.

“Me and Y/N want to stay home we are so tired today take Chrisss” Nick made sure to drag the S. Chris looked at both of us hugging on the couch and than looked at his brother who had jealousy and sadness in his eyes. He realised Matt is gonna throw a hissy fit if he doesn’t go. Chris got up and walked to the door to get the food for the princess’s.

Once me and Nick heard the door close and lock Nick grabbed the control and played icarly well we hugged on the couch to entrain ourselves until they got back. After 15 minutes me and nick started getting impatient so i decided to take matters into my own hands and message Matt.

| To Matty B 💓💓:

Matty!! How far are you?! me and nick are so hungryyyy

| From Matty B 💓💓:

B there soon.

I showed nick our conversation because he was acting so dry and weird for some reason. Nick looked down at me with a confused look “ His probably just trying to stay focus on the road Y/N it will be alright.” I trusted nick’s word as his my best friend.

As 10 Minutes passed me and nick finally heard the keys jingle to open the door. Chris walked in with the bags of Mcdonald’s and placed it on the table and yelled “come eat!!” Me and nick jumped to the food bags and started scavenging through the bag to get our food and return to watch icarly. Once we successfully got our food and got comfy on the couch Matt walked in and stared at me before placing the keys on the table and heading upstairs.

I turned my head to Chris and asked what’s wrong and if i did something wrong, Chris just shrugged his shoulders and mumbled under his breath that Matt was quiet the whole car ride. I felt tears start to brim around my eyes, i know it sounds dramatic but i’m an overly sensitive person when it comes to hurting someone i just feel so guilty.

As me, Nick and Chris ate i struggled to keep focus on icarly and eating the food as i was concerned for Matt. A couple of minutes later i stood up and slowly walked my way with my plate in my hand to place it down on the marble bench. I told the 2 boys on the couch that im going for a nap, they all hummed in response as they were so fixated on the food and show playing.

I watched as my feet went one by one up the stairs making a slight noise well heading to me and Matt’s room. I entered the room and saw matt sat on his gaming chair. “matt you okay?” i asked nicely and i got a negative response instead “i’m fine.” ok i see how it is. I laid on the bed and just watched Matt on his phone ignoring me, he was never like this he was always huddled up with me or talking or just listening to me talk.

I decided to start talking and all the response i got back was “mhm” “cool” “yeah” what the fuck is up with him all i wanted to do was spend time. “ Matthew what’s wrong you have been rude and ignoring me since i asked for food! if u didn’t want to go u could’ve said something instead of being a bitch!” by now i had tears running down my flushed cheeks.

“Christ are you crying ? oh i’m so sorry baby i never meant to make you cry it’s just that i felt i don’t know.. jealous of nick i know it sounds stupid because his my brother but i just felt like i didn’t have any attention and i was jealous for attention and i didn’t know how to say that i just wanted to spend time with you.. im so sorry.” i looked at matt as he reached his hands out to my face and wiped my tears.“ i’m sorry Matt that you didn’t have attention my love, you don’t have to be embarrassed to ask to spend time with your girlfriend, you have to speak to me.”

Matt moved his body to me and pulled me to a tight hug, once he removed his body from mine he kissed the corner of my eyes as a small way to say another sorry. I pulled matt into another hug again, he tapped the side of my thigh in a way to say jump, i did what i was told and jumped for my legs to be around his waist along with my arms wrapped around his neck. He started kissing my neck and spots behind my ears to make me fumble.

He walked us forward which is backwards for me and laid me on his brown silk bedsheets, he slowly took off my blue fresh love sweat pants and my white lacey underwear, he than dragged his cold fingertips up my body and cupped my breasts and pinched the nipple and massaged my breasts.

“Matt please fuck me i need to feel you” “fine only cause u deserve this” He slowly moved his middle finger to my hole and started curving it; it didn’t take me long to feel my orgasm creeping up on me but Matt also noticed this so he pulled his finger out of me.

“ what the fuck matt i was about to finish.” “ hey watch ur tone with me “ i shut my mouth and spread my legs as wide as they could go. Matt licked his lips and stepped out of his sweet pants and his red boxers. His tip was a raging pink with pre cum coming out of it, he moved his palm to my cunt and got my wetness on his hand to stroke himself.

Matt adjusted my legs on his shoulders and added his length to me, i could feel the stretching and burning sensation; we’ve had sex before but he was big so i never got used to it. Once he was fully in me, he started moving in and out of me at a rapid past. I was blown over pressure, my knuckles turning white due to the fact i was gripping onto the bed sheets, i moaned loud forgetting Chris his brother and Nick my best friend who is also his brother are home.

Matt looked down at his dick slipping in and out of me and the bludge in my stomach. He locked eyes with me and moved his big hand over the bludge and pressed down on it, this made me feel intense amount of pleasure. “ Matt fuck please i need to cum let me cum daddy please fuckk” “fuck Y/N i’m gonna fucking cum in you, gonna put a baby in you, fuck fuck fuck cum with me” with Matt’s last words “cum with me” i did, i let my whole body release and go limp as i came all over his cock.

Matt released same time as me and slowly pulled out of me making me hiss as i suddenly started feeling empty. He rolled over to lay to the side of me and kissed my check. “ i’m sorry baby that i was acting like a arsehole” As he spoke he rubbed his thumb over my cheeks, “it’s okay matt just speak to me, i love you let’s go get clean.”

5 minutes after matt rolled out of bed and carried me to the toilet, he placed me down and told me to pee. Once i peed and wiped, Matt put on boxers and sweatpants and put my underwear and his sweatpants along with his black top that was too big for me. He kissed my temple and asked if i wanted to go back to the couch, i nodded in response as i was tired.

As we walked down the stairs we heard Chris moaning and Nick telling him to stop cause it’s gross. Me and Matt side eyed eachother and faced Chris, “Chris why are you moaning.” “oops sorry we were making-“ Chris got cut off from Nick saying Chris was making fun of Y/N for moaning so loud. Matt and I giggled before sitting on the couch to watch Icarly to end the night.

thank yall for 200 followers and the crazy amount of likes 💓 i can’t even express how grateful i am, i know it doesn’t sound it but I’m not very good at saying how i feel but i love y’all so much ❣️

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goldrushenthusiast · 9 months

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The Hunger Games characters have some unique names based on many cultures we've lived in today.

What's your favourite character names from THG world? What's their names meaning?

Bonus questions :

If you're a fanfic writer writing about characters who lives in Panem, what's their name gonna be?

If you're a reader, what's a name you read in a THG fanfic that stuck with you?

Thank you, @curiousnonny

Got to be Sejanus. By far who his name is based off of and who is is just…perfect.

Copied straight from the Wikipedia page, the very first paragraph;

“Lucius Aelius Sejanus (c. 20 BC – 18 October AD 31), commonly known as Sejanus (/sɪˈdʒeɪnəs/),[1] was a Roman soldier, friend, and confidant of the Roman Emperor Tiberius. Of the Equites class by birth, Sejanus rose to power as prefect of the Praetorian Guard (the Roman imperial bodyguard), of which he was commander from AD 14 until his execution for treason in AD 31.”

Like ok come on now Suzanne at least make me have something more to interpret!!

What’s interesting about him though is the fact that he is district born, and as we see in Katniss, Gale, Primrose, Madge, Mayfair, Carine (Katniss’ mom), Rue, Delly, and any non career district, district kids typically have fairly normal names or names related to their districts (Reaper the farming name from D11, Coral & Mizzen, sea & ship names from d4). While their names still have something to do with their character, they make more sense with district kids and are less obvious (will explain later).

However, with Sejanus, he was born in district two. His parents were from district two. Strabo even can be related to Strabo’s character but that’s for later.

Sure, it can be argued that district two is a career district, but Katniss & Coriolanus’ accounts together hint that this process took decades to be sure of and to really benefit from. District two would be a bit better off after the first revolution, but not much.

I just find it funny it’s so clear with Sejanus what he was always meant to be.

Strabo’s name is a bit more a stretch, but Strabo was an Ancient Greek geographer. He was mostly known for being, and I quote;

“historian whose Geography is the only extant work covering the whole range of peoples and countries known to both Greeks and Romans during the reign of Augustus (27 BCE–14 CE)”

He specialized in geography. District two is full of mountains (that Ma loves), and he literally moved his whole family. As I said, a bit of a stretch, but still there’s SOMETHING there.

Even the family’s last name, Plinth, means a heavy base supporting a statue or vase. Every part of Sejanus’ name includes some type of support, and it’s so apparent with just one google search. I love it, and we know so much about his character so it’s easier to make these inferences than it will be with the Ring Twins or Remus Dolittle, yet I will. This answer might have to be two parts lol.

Now onto other characters that we know just a bit better: Tigris, Persephone, Iphigenia, Vipsania, Arachne, and saving last for last, Coriolanus.

Firstly; Tigris! Tigris was the easternmost river out of two that defined Mesopotamia, one of (or maybe the) the earliest civilizations/cultures, dating back to 14,000 BC as the time period when people originally started settling. Because I’m not here to give a history lesson I’m not gonna explain the importance of a river to a civilization, but I went through 6th grade geography and suffice to say she was important as hell.

Tigris was believed to have been created by the God Enki, the Sumerian god of knowledge, crafts, and creation among other things. Tigris is continually proven to be resourceful, creative, and gives very much DIY girlie vibes, which sound a lot like Enki.

As I said before, the Mesopotamian region was one of the first civilizations. Many have theorized that mankind as we know it wouldn’t exist without Mesopotamia, and what would Mesopotamia not exist without? Tigris.

Tigris provided opportunities for the Mesopotamian region (Coriolanus) to grow, get stronger, become innovative, and provided for them. If that doesn’t scream Tigris I don’t know what does.

Now, Persephone! My favorite capital names are the ones from Greek mythology (I am a Percy Jackson fan page) or ancient mythology, because it’s less work to find connecting factors. Honestly I had no clue who Sejanus was, I just googled his name, and my mom is a Shakespeare fan which is how I know Coriolanus.

Anywho, for y’all who are normal, Persephone was the daughter of the farming/harvest goddess who was kidnapped by the death god. All versions of this myth agree on that. Some say that it was part of a deal with Zeus that Hades (the death god) knew about, but Demeter (farming/harvest goddess) didn’t. Of course these are definitely a very simple and quick way to describe Hades & Demeter, but it gets my point across.

The funny thing is, we don’t know much about Persephone in canon. I don’t know if Suzanne did this on purpose like she clearly did with Sejanus, but I find it interesting that whenever Persephone Price is brought up, so is cannibalism.

See, Nero Price, Persephone dad and Coriolanus was the main example that Coriolanus used to show how bad things were during the war. Coriolanus and Tigris saw him one snowy evening sawing off the leg of a maid with a large knife, wrapping it in the skirt from her waist, and going on his way. It makes Coriolanus question if he could ever be seen as edible, which is kinda funny to me lowkey, but the whole scene is on page 31-32.

Persephone. She is literally torn between the harvest (farmers food & stuff) and the underworld, the realm of the dead. Part of her myth is she stays there for 3 months and in the realm of the living for the other 9 because she ATE 3,pomegranate seeds. She ate something she wasn’t supposed to. Let me also mention, in different versions of the myth she wanted to leave or didn’t. When Festus and Persephone are getting close, Coriolanus questions if Persephone ever knew what was on her plate.

Now Iphigenia!! If y’all didn’t remember Persephone, I doubt yall will remember Iphigenia, as I only did combing the list of names Coriolanus had for interesting ones and finding her. She’s a very minor character- we don’t know much about her hobbies or likes and dislikes or her personality. But I’ll get to TBOSAS Iphigenia in a second.

I’m sure of y’all at least know the Trojan war. If anyone studied it specifically, you probably know Agamemnon. Here’s the paragraph explaining the story from Wikipedia;

“In the story, Agamemnon offends the goddess Artemis on his way to the Trojan War by hunting and killing one of Artemis' sacred stags. She retaliates by preventing the Greek troops from reaching Troy unless Agamemnon kills his eldest daughter, Iphigenia, at Aulis as a human sacrifice. In some versions, Iphigenia dies at Aulis, and in others, Artemis rescues her.”

You’re probably wondering, “wow, what could such a minor character have to do with that tale?”

When I say we get very little from her, I mean it. I don’t mean we get very little from her in the same way as I do when talking about Festus, or any other classmates. We know she doesn’t know if district 5 girl’s (her tribute’s) name is Sol or Sal (it’s Sol).

There’s one piece of information on her that stands out though. I’m going to paraphrase Coriolanus on page 252 when I say this- “her father oversaw food stuff in Panem, but she always looked almost malnourished. Clemensia had once said it was the only revenge she could take on her father but didn’t give any other details,”

boy oh boy. Because of this one, small little paragraph, Iphigenia has always interested me. When Clemensia doesn’t give any other details, she means it. NO details appear afterwards and Iphigenia is maybe mentioned once ever again. Trust me, I know. Every time I reread TBOSAS I look for different things, which is part of the reason I reread it sm.

We never know why Iphigenia takes revenge. We never know anything about her relationship with her father. There are so many possibilities (abuse, Iphigenia the rebel, etc), and considering her namesake’s issues with her father it’s just crazy the amount of detail Suzanne put into such a minor character.

Next, Vipsania- there’s actually not much I can say about her, I just thought it was a funny coincidence this is what came up when I googled her;

“Vipsania Agrippina (/ˌæɡrəˈpaɪnə, -ˈpiː-/; 36 BC – 20 AD) was the first wife of the Emperor Tiberius.”

Two things- first, recognize what emperor she married? Yep! Tiberius- aka the emperor Sejanus was a friend and confident of. I think Suzanne might’ve gone down a Tiberius rabbit hole, because her last is familiar as well- Professor Agrippina. She was the gym teacher, and Sejanus’ mentor. This little circle of names and relations is just funny to me is all, although there’s not much on VA in history or much to say about Vipsania.

Arachne!!! Gosh I love her. Well, I love how plain the connection is between her character in TBOSAS and her character in mythology. Really she’s pretty disrespectful and a jerk in both lol.

In Greek mythology, Arachne is a woman-turned spider, the first spider. Arachne believed she could win a weaving competition against Athena, goddess of crafts, because of how beautiful her work was and how much everyone complimented her.

Athena, hearing this hubris, disguised herself as an old woman and told Arachne not to boast like that. Arachne then challenged Athena, and told the old woman the only reason Athena hadn’t gone against her herself was she was too scared.

Of course Athena then revealed herself, and they battled. Athena’s weaver thing showed the Greek gods doing good stuff, Arachne’s showed the gods in their most unfavorable aspects. Due to this disrespect, and in some versions because it was better (tho I personally don’t believe that), Athena turned Arachne into a spider so she could weave forever.

The pride?? The taunting until it becomes serious?? The permanent change?? The rage that prompted the act?? Arachne as Arachne is the most perfect name on here, because who else would she be?? Another great one of Suzanne’s names. Genius.

Before we get to the last name, Coriolanus himself, let me point out I have no district people on here. Let this show just how interesting Strabo & Sejanus’ names are.

Finally!! The last one!! Coriolanus.

Coriolanus is actually quite disappointing compared to Sejanus or Arachne, but there’s still something here so I’m going to paste the Wikipedia on Coriolanus, the man Shakespeare based his play after & what happened in the play.

“Coriolanus is the name given to a Roman general after his military feats against the Volscians at Corioli. Following his success he seeks to be consul, but his disdain for the plebeians and the mutual hostility of the tribunes lead to his banishment from Rome. In exile, he presents himself to the Volscians, then leads them against Rome. After he relents and agrees to a peace with Rome, he is killed by his previous Volscian allies”

Now, unlike many of these other characters, Coriolanus’ relationship to his namesake mirrors his relationship to another character (Lucy Gray) more than his personality.

Coriolanus wants to be with Lucy Gray, but eventually due to his hatred of the districts and love of the capital, he ends up turning against her. He starts out wanting to help her, yet his own disgust only ends up hurting him.

Coriolanus is eventually killed by his former allies, what he’s created. That’s what happens in the original hunger games series. When Coin does the faked bomb drop, everyone he worked so hard to make love him turn against him quickly. He revolutionized the capital and they turned against him.

He almost changed his own feelings about district people and it ended up almost taking his life and career.

Help I forgot there was another part to the question 😭. Anywho if I was gonna write some, I’d probably just use random names or if I had a really good and accurate name (or totally opposite name) from mythology or a poem or something I’d use that and make it correspond to the character.

This is embarrassing, but a lot of the names from crimson rivers, a hunger games/marauders au stuck with me! Nothing specific, but anything that wasn’t a marauders character always made me go “huh! I like that!”

In conclusion though, Suzanne is a genius. As I said, I might have to reblog this later with more names if I ever think of any. This is probably my most researched answer, due to all the mythology and Wikipedia searches I had to do, so sorry that it took longer! Usually I just remember things and explain them lol.

Thank you for the question @curiousnonny, and as always, feel free to debate in the comments/reblogs but please don’t argue. I always enjoy answering and dissecting questions, so anyone feel free to ask!

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bereft-of-frogs · 2 months

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friday! ✨

reading:

(in-progress) Jaw Bone - Monica Ojeda - This is an excellent follow-up to Yellowjackets in that it is about how teenage girls can and will start a cult, while an adult figure in their lives looks on in horror and then does something way worse. Also, the line "Why do [girls] love [their girl friends] so much that they would rather see them dead?" tell me that's not Shauna

(phone book) Into the Dark - Claudia Gray: omg I forgot how much I love Reath. This is legit making me considering pushing through my issues with Midnight Horizon because this can't be where we part ways. He's just so me. He stays behind for historiography. I loved historiography. He shows up kind of buzzed for an important journey. Do you know how many times I've gone through TSA still drunk? So many times. Ok not when I was 17 because I was kind of a square back then, but I for sure made up for it in my 20s. I love him. I think my issues with Midnight Horizon were 1) just being #done with forbidden romances. There are like 4 of them. I'd just read Gray's Lost Stars for book club (which was a disappointment). I don't love forbidden romances at the best of times and I was just over it. 2) some of the dialogue literally made me cringe it was so bad. But. I am considering powering through because Reath is just so me. I will say, this is probably because of my MH annoyance, but I do wish that Jora hadn't died, I think she was better for him than Cohmac is but...maybe that opinion will shift during this reread. I also really appreciate that this dodges some YA sins (unlike some others in this recap...👀 see below) by making a major theme be that the adults are equally as lost and stressed as our teenage protagonist. Like, they're sort of useless because yeah adults are also lost and confused sometimes, not just to get them out of the way of the plot. I just love the cut from Reath's POV being like 'look at them, they've got it all together, maybe when I'm an adult I won't feel so lost and uncertain' and then to all the adults' POVs being like '*internal screaming* what if I'm making a huge mistake.' I feel like, for me, this is what makes a YA book readable as a 30+ year old, treating the teen protagonist and the adult side characters with equal respect and depth.

Lord of the Rings chapter-a-day: I was supposed to finish this today, based on that blog's schedule, but once I fell behind I just decided to keep with the one chapter per day thing. Should finish by early next week and then I'm moving on to The Silmarillion to spite that one person who didn't believe the 'have you read this book' poll results. Many Partings today <3 ah.

watching (tv):

Severance (AppleTV+): I love how for like half an episode I was like 'idk this might not be such a bad idea' because I have a lot of work-related dreams and I'm like, hm but if I can't remember work, will have I have nightmares about it, and then the show immediately spent the rest of that episode and the three following being like 'hey this is a fucking horror show'. What a nightmare. Possibly the most disturbing show I've watched all year so far. Patricia Arquette's character is legit a little triggering haha.

watching (film):

the only movies I watched this week were all of the Hunger Games movies. They put them on Netflix. And. Look. I have such a complicated relationship with the Hunger Games series, some of you might be like 'um don't you bitch about that series quite frequently' yes. Also, when Netflix puts them on I WILL watch all of them. I saw the new one in theaters. I'm committed but. Hunger Games rant incoming, this is one of those things that has gotten a bit ruined by the fandom. Because I really enjoy it -- at least the first two -- I just don't think it's a masterpiece that is so deep it should be taught in high schools. It's pretty shallow actually. The first two books/movies are so fun, they're tropey and fun and a great angsty setting. (When I'm in a certain mood, oof, Hunger Games AUs? Hit so hard.) But they do indulge in some YA sins. Like not as many as the wave of knockoffs that followed, for sure, but they're there. The one that bothers me the most Katniss is both a blank slate for the reader to project on, and also the only one that's ever right. None of the other characters have depth or development just so that Katniss can be right all the time, even though by Mockingjay that just makes her seem like a hypocrite. Mockingjay, both the book and the unnecessary two-part conclusion, is just abysmal. But it feels like both my enjoyment of the tropey dystopian first two books and my dislike of Mockingjay, gets this response of 'you just don't get it, Suzanne Collins is playing 5D chess--' and I'm sorry, I just don't buy it. Anyway, this is but a fraction of the rant I could go on, Netflix tried to email me a little 'what did you think of The Hunger Games' survey and I was like, Netflix, babe, you don't know what you're asking. I also apologize to everyone who has to put up with my commentary whenever I put these on, the victim this time was @aurorawest thank you for putting up with my commentary. Also Gwendoline Christie is in the last one for like 2 minutes and cannot do an American accent so that was kind of endearing. Ok. End Hunger Games rant.

list:

guest-ready level clean of my apartment. we're mopping. we're doing the baseboards. we're making sure there's not any more butter on the walls (side note, I finally figured out how butter got on my wall: I was holding the butter knife in my right hand while picking up the bread in the toaster with the same hand and it tilted and gently brushed the wall exactly where I found the butter, so. no one asked by that's how butter got on my wall it's been like three days and I've been like....what happened here)

ECLIPSE DAY!!! I am both very excited and slightly stressed because the news has been like 'APOCALYPTIC CROWDS' but I do have to remember that my measurement for 'apocalypse-level crowds' has been shaped by almost exclusively living in places with much, much higher population density. So what I consider intolerable crowds and what the good citizens of this lovely state consider intolerable crowds...is slightly different. I definitely am anticipating a lot of traffic but I do think I need to recalibrate my understanding here. XD We'll see maybe it will be bad, but I have alternate routes planned, we'll have snacks, it'll be an adventure either way.

I have no other plans this is all I've been thinking about, this is the first thing I put in my calendar when I got it, I put in my PTO request in January lol

anyway, happy friday

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tacos-goku · 5 months

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Ok today we're going to review Star Wars: Lost Stars (or *Estrellas Perdidas* since i have the ESP version)

Note: Includes Spoiler Free and Spoilerfull section, you'll be warned

It a really old book i decided to read cuz i had it in my house and i heard good things about it.

Spoiler Free Section:

The book is pretty good, the author already had a good number of releases earlier. It doesnt drag that much its very fluid, one or two chapters that takes place halfway across the book feel slow but its not a deal killer. For a YA novel no character feels horribly corny, at least not cornier than a regular star wars character, although they do start introducing a bunch of characters halfway that i mostly couldnt remember.

The legacy characters are used pretty solidly, they dont take all the screen but they arent sidelined entirely since they are pretty important to the story, aside from Darth Vader and Princess Leia most of them only get namedrops here and there, and those that do appear regularly arent particularly famous. You dont need to know who Mon Mothma or Admiral Piett are to enjoy the book. The romance is good enough, its not god tier but you can tell the author has experience writing and she makes it very natural, the romance itself doesnt start until halfway making it feel fluid with the character arcs.

One thing that did bother me for some reason was the cliffhanger, I thought it would be a sell for Episode 7 or some sequel to the book, but its just an open ending for a character that will never appear in another piece of media, and a very unsayisfying open ending at that.

I'm gonna give it a 7.5/10, closer to a 7 than an 8. Recommended for anyone who likes Star Wars and/or YA novels, if youre not into either you might not like it, but its not amateurish like most YA novels post hunger games, it has essence.

Ok now it's time for the spoilers:

The biggest detail that I found odd but I grew to appreciate deeply was the characters never getting over Alderaan and the Death Star's respective explosions. The EU and New Canon have both wanked Star Wars powerscaling so much we forget blowing up a planet is a big deal and this book makes the characters feel that. Having an imperial from alderaan who witnesses the event and instead of defecting doubles down on his loyalty is really interesting.

I also like the change in characteristics from the rebel and imperial main characters, SW usually portrays the empire as rows of rich white people (and a blue man or two) and the rebellion as a very diverse group of humans and aliens so making it so the loyal till the end imperial is a black woman who sees it as a way out of space detroit and the rebel who defects after the events of a New Hope a rich white guy who sees the empire more cynically is an interesting take, although this may be up to personal interpretation.

I did mention that the legacy characters are handled very gracefully, much better than those Disney+ shows could manage, but there was a chapter that did feel too fanservicy, where the imperial main character, Ciena, is the one sent to tow Darth Vader's ship after the death star blows up, it seemed too forced of a meeting between the two, seeing as Ciena ends up in Darth Vader's Star Destroyer anyways for the events of episode V and VI, besides that I didnt feel any problem with the og characters.

The alderaanian imperial, Nash, left a lot to be desired, the book employs a lot of timeskips so it can extend over all the inportant years it needs to, but Nash's character arc doesnt adapt to these, seeing him go from a cheery imperial pre episode IV to an angry loyal commander during and after episode VI isnt handled *horribly* but you dont see the progression since they dont take enough time on him to make you feel the change, I do like that he isnt made comically evil and he does love his friends even at his worst, that is appreciated humanization.

Finally, the post Return of the Jedi events are a bit rushed, you can tell Claudia Gray wasnt allowed to spill too much details on the events since this was released before The Force Awakens, but the insider look on post Endor empire is pretty good, I dont necessarilly agree with the empire surrendering one year after Endor in the new canon, but the book makes it clear that the Emperor quite literally was holding the empire together by himself via duct tape and lightning and how him and Vader dying sent everything downhill, the Battle of Jakku is a great example of it, showing the Empire just getting completely pummeled.

Any character I didnt mention by name I dont have much to say about other that they were either very good if they first appeared on the first half (The other protagonist Thane and other imperials like Jude or Kendy), or a bit forgettable if they first appearned on the second half

That's all

#moncayo review #star wars #star wars lost stars #lost stars #claudia gray #thane kyrell #ciena ree #darth vader #leia organa #admiral piett #mon mothma #galactic empire #rebel alliance

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Black Swans Heart Pt. 12

Y/N POV:

I jumped happily through the aisles, because

Today was a wonderful day, at least for me.

I had this feeling as soon as I got up.

And it soon proved to be true, as I always hit the red dot in the middle of the target with my gun during training.

Now I was on my way to the dining room to have breakfast there with the others.

As soon as I opened the door, the smell of fresh pancakes hit my nostrils.

I looked around and saw Jin standing behind the stove talking to Namjoon.

I thought to myself and headed towards Taehyung and Jimin, who were already beaming excitedly at me.

"Morning guys~" With one easy movement I dropped into the comfortable chair.

"Hey Y/N! You're in a good mood today," Jimin smiled lovingly.

,,Yes. Somehow I have a feeling that today is going to be a good day", I rested my head lightly on my hands before Jin appeared in the left corner of my eye and handed me a plate of pancakes, fruit and an orange juice.

My favorite breakfast♡.

"Oh thanks Jin," I smiled sweetly up at him.

"No problem Y/N", and as quickly and suddenly as he had come, he had already left again.

Namely to Namjoon.

Again I had to bite back an overjoyed smile because I wasn't sure if the others knew he was gay.

,,Where is Yoongi actually. He usually never misses breakfast...", Tae suddenly reported.

,,Hm? Oh yes right. Well, he will certainly have his reasons or be busy," I said with a shrug and went back to eating the wonderful food.

"Mmmh...I actually wanted to drive into town today and go to Riben Park or something, but since I'm not allowed to go out alone, I wanted to ask if one of you would like to accompany me", with a full mouth I looked between the two both back and forth until Taehyung, slightly disgusted and amused, spoke up: "I was outside for a moment today and it's raining cats and dogs. You'd better postpone your plan to another day."

Slightly disappointed about the bad weather on this August day, I quickly thought about what else I could do.

,,Hmm OK. Then I would just grab something to read and crawl into my bed," I finally said.

The brides just gave me an apologetic smile before I wolfed down my breakfast.

Time Skip:

"Boooaaaaa sucks!" I let out an annoyed groan as I tossed the magazine onto my pillow and hung face-first out of my bed.

I just didn't know what to do.

Jungkook and Taehyung had left to pick up some shipment, Namjoon and Jin had been swallowed up by the face of the earth, and Hobi was helping Jimin fix one of the vehicles.

And Yoongi?

Well Yoongi didn't show up all day.

All in all everyone was busy.

I even got off the phone with my dad to see how he was doing.

Unfortunately, he didn't tell me anything exciting.

Except our neighbors had a burst water pipe and blah blah blah...

,,Maaaan. The day had started so well...", I pouted and took my cell phone.

3:37 p.m., it said on my display.

Without further ado I decided to download some games to kill time.

Hunger.

That was all I could think of as I made my way to the dining room not too far away.

I had been playing Roblox for 2 hours and it was finally time for dinner.

My stomach had reported hours ago, but I forgot to take snacks with me the last time I went shopping.

And I also hoped to see Yoongi.

He hadn't called me all day even though he had my number.

When I opened the heavy door, I saw that some of the tables were already occupied.

But no sign of Yoongi.

I exhaled in frustration.

When I lifted my head again, I saw my friends, all huddled together at a table, eating.

I decided to sit with them.

"Man, that was delicious!" Hobi rubbed his stomach exaggeratedly.

"I cooked too," Jin interjected, arms crossed.

"All right, Master Chef," Jimin looked at him with fake admiration, which made Jin glare at him.

"Yoongi wasn't there...", my voice came out quietly, more to myself than to the others.

"I think he had some meetings today...", Namjoon shrugged.

"I saved his portion of food for him.

Do you want to bring it to him Y/N?" I silently looked at Jin who was already getting up and getting a plastic box from the kitchen island.

He pressed it into my hand.

"Thank you," I said softly, standing up and saying goodbye.

"Good night" With these words I walked through the door.

I stood impatiently in the elevator.

When he finally opened his metal doors with a soft 'ping', I quickly climbed out.

With the box in hand, I marched towards the meeting room.

But this time not the one where it all started a few weeks ago, but a different one.

It was right at the start of the long corridor and was marked with a red 'Occupied' sign.

But I didn't care at that moment.

I hadn't realized until now how much I missed him.

And that after just one day.

How did I survive all these years without him?

I shook my head.

Just as I took a step forward, the door jerked open.

I almost ran into an elderly man.

"Oh sorry," I quickly jumped back a meter.

"Watch where you're going!" he hissed at me as he stalked past me like an imaginary lion.

More men entered the room.

And everyone had the same attitude.

Charming

I thought and rolled my eyes.

After they were all gone, there was an eerie silence.

I went to the door again.

When I pushed it a bit to the side, it gave me a view of a tired but also annoyed Yoongi.

"Hey~" I smiled as best I could.

He looked at me without any expression on his face.

I came closer and put the box with the still lukewarm food on the square table.

Now I was right in front of him.

His eyes looked tired.

Nobody said anything.

But the silence that had arisen between us was by no means uncomfortable.

He raised his hands and wrapped them around my waist.

Then he didn't pull me closer.

So close that I was forced to sit on his lap.

Suddenly I had all the feelings from before in my head again.

Because that's where we always sat together during the breaks.

Without thinking too much about it, I wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled into him while his hands rested on my back.

"I missed you," he whispered in my ear.

,,You too. And that was only one day. How could I have lived so long without you..." he hugged me even closer.

"A VERY busy day..." his voice trailed off as he laid his head on my shoulder.

,,Why? What happened?" I whispered back.

"Back when I went to Japan for that one mafia heist, we all thought it was a one-time thing. But we were wrong.

The same organization has now also ambushed one of my allies.

They robbed a jewelry van, took everything and killed the two drivers.

My father is urging me to do something, but I don't even know who or what we're dealing with..." I could hear the desperation in his voice.

I pushed away from him and looked into his now pitch black eyes.

"And all the other leaders and bosses who were just there are now also afraid that they will be attacked....because none of us have ever experienced anything like that.

That someone dares to attack the mafia...", he smiled slightly at the last sentence, not for long at you.

"Hey...everything will be fine. You've already solved harder math problems", I leaned forward with a slight smile.

Our lips met.

The kiss was long, deep and a silent promise that everything would be fine.

#bangta boys #min yoongi x y/n #bts suga #bts ff #suga bts #mafia romance #min yoongi ff #mafia boss #kpop #min yoongi

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VAN FKSMFMSKFKSKFLSLF *incoherent noises*

First than anything, hi you! Sharky here! How's everything going? I'm kind of impatient and super excited for mirror mirror's update LOL. Okay, so you see, things have happened.

And..And.. WE CUDDLED.

We cuddled. Ok. We cuddled. Actually, I have already slept there this monday. YES. You're reading right. Her house is near the place I work, and she invited me to go to her house to watch movies together! Of course I said yes. We went to her house and then it was late, and I was gonna go home but she offered me to stay there. And. And listen, she drove me to work. And have I said that I find it strangely attractive that she drives? Because I do bUT HEAR ME OUT.

Everything she does looks so graceful. Like, she could be.. I don't know. Shoveling shit. And she'd still look so, so gorgeous and elegant. And I mean it 😭. She holds herself with such poise and I just.. Idk. She's just so cute and pretty and graceful.

That day we didn't cuddle perse? I mean, we actually kind of cuddled already, you know. A few times actually. While we watch movies or stuff. But I mean cuddling while we sleep. And.. well, that day I was kinda sick, and we slept super close but I was kind of burning up a bit and it was pretty damn hot so I just slept outside the blankets.

Thing is, yesterday I went to her house again after the gym. And we kind of cuddled in the couch while we watched the whole Hunger games saga by her request and she offered me to stay at her place again. And when we went to sleep she cuddled me and held me so close and she was like "this okay?" And I was like about to foam in the mouth lIKE YES LKVE SUPER OKAU KJFKSJDKSKDJ. And we just cuddled the whole night. And I'm so fucking gay

I might just be falling for her already who am I kidding. IT FELT SO GOOD. She was so warm and so so soft and kfkwkfkekfke I loved it.

I mean, I was awkward asf at first because I didn't know where the fuck to look at or how tight should I hug her but at some point I just relaxed and it felt so natural. Today I woke up and sweet sweet Charlie made mE TEA. (Oh yes, yet again it was so awful but the sweetness of the gesture erased away all — if that's how you spell it — uggliness). And guess where am I now, dear dear Van.

Oh yes. At her place. Yet again.

We've been playing just dance together and I don't think I ever laughed this hard KFKAKFKSKD. Such poise and yet she looks so stiff (I tripped and almost fell 2 times but I'll still judge her). Though I have to say that she had some moves KFKSKD. Or maybe I am a crazy simp already.

We sang sooo much in the drive to her house and I had kind of a dejavu of that ✨magnificent✨ moment of mirror mirror where Wanda screams her lungs singing enchanted because at some point all too well started reproducing and MAN. I HAD SOME HARDCORE MEMORIES COMIN' BACK. I almost ask her to play the 10 min version god I'm so pathetic

Well, yeah, that's the update. This weekend we'll have another date. Her surprise date, Van KDKSMDMS. Also.. I should mention that she asked about my family? Thing is, heh, my family is kinda small, only my dad and uncle, and.. Well, my dad's girlfriend put a restraining order on my dad for domestic violence and sexual abuse last year 😃 and I've been ignoring him all this time and my uncle kind of hates me because I'm gay and whenever he used to comment something about it I rubbed in his face that I'm an ugly, despicable lesbian so we haven't talked to eachother in years 😃 and the rest of my family is dead so haha omg I've got no family to present her to KFKSKFKSKD HELP. I don't want her to pity me but I kind of pity myself already so KFKAKDKE LOL. And she has a large, supporting family and this is gonna be so damn awkward if I ever meet her parents like daAMN. My girl's got two dads and a mom and I got none bro JAKDJANDN. I know this is so random but lemme tell you a joke.

An orphan goes to McDonalds. What does he order? A family combo 😂 it's not laugh it's tears. ALRIGHT. Enough drama for today it's enough folks. Thank you for your endless support Van! I'll make sure to come back with more updates after our next date!!!

-🦈

hiiii sharky!! Thanks for waiting for me to replyyy <3

you are truly living your best life. I love watching movies and cuddling LOL were you still sick?? and you had a sleepover?!?! The girls do move quickly and i love this LMFAO

You are so down bad and i know this bc no one looks good shovelling shit. There's just no way. Even if it was lizzie olsen, I love her, but she could not make me think shovelling doo doo is sexy.

I love that you have a new gym buddy from this as well LOL like you are THAT couple that works out together. She really clearly loves your company!!!

So are you gonna tell her that her tea is awful or is it gonna be me LOLL how long can you subject yourself to that???

AhhH you guys are doing such fun activities like just dance and singing!! I love that you're both not afraid to be goofy in front of each other.

So....your whole family sucks....i am ur family now. I am the big sister u can present her to, no worries! I will be on your side for the wedding LOL but real talk ur dad is scary, i hope you are safe!! I love that her family sounds lovely though. You have gained the found family trope!!!! (i am pointedly ignoring ur joke. i love u but no <3)

I hope your date went well. You'll have to let me know what she planned!

#mm: answered #🦈 anon

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nella09archive · 9 months

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Marriage. 60

Chapter 60: Some Changes

I was still not over this damn growth spurts. Sometimes I wake up sore, and even a little agitated. Even my hunger grew, and my senses are more annoying. And I had to learn to control my strength all over again. What sucks even more, is that next month is my 15th birthday. The birthday doesn’t suck, it’s what’s happening on my birthday. My mom is making file out the high school papers. I did promise mom 2 years, but it still sucks.

As I hear my alarm clock go off, I try to ignore it. I don’t want to wake up today. Bed is too comfy, and nothing is making me get up. Well, that was the plan, till an annoying little brother start jumping on my back. No such thing as personal space with him. “If you don’t get off, I’m blasting you.”

“And I’ll tell mom. Now come on! Mom said I can’t eat unless you come down.” I’m not hungry.

“GOHAN GET YOUR BUTT DOWNSTAIRS FOR BREAKFAST!” Ever since these changes started mom’s yelling became worst. But I finally got up, and Goten is still on my back.

“Ok squirt. Get off!” He gets off, and runs out the room. Sometimes I wonder when mom going to let me sleep in. Since the changes some good stuff did happen. I got my own room. What used to be Goten’s nursery became my room, and Goten got the room downstairs. It’s not that bad, since nursery is the seconds biggest room in the house. When I reach downstairs is when the smell of food finally wakes me up. Before I sit at the table, I help mom put the rest of the food on the table. “Morning mom.”

“Morning Gohan. Eat up. Afterwards I’m going to need you to go into town. I need a few supplies.” Sure mom. “Oh, and if you like you don’t have to study today.” I almost choked on the pancake I had in my mouth. Mom doesn’t give me a free day, unless it’s something happening.

“Did I do something wrong? Are we having guess? What’s up mom?”

“Nothing. Just you looked stressed out. So, you deserve a break.” Mom is creeping me out, but I’m not going to question it.

…

Gohan sure as become less fun since he started becoming taller. Heck, he doesn’t like playing with me anymore. All he does is study like crazy. And if he’s not studying, he’s helping mom with stuff. Sometimes she would send him to hunt stuff, and mom won’t let me join. Why can’t I join? Mom sometimes say I’m too young. Or that I’ll get in the way. It’s not fair! I’m 5 after all! I can handle it.

As me and Trunks play the new game, we hear his parents arguing again. Sounds like something about the gravity room, again. Me and Trunks just laugh, and then he tells me about the new water guns his mom got him. He said that we should play a prank on his dad, and I can’t help think how fun that would be. “Let’s do it.”

Great! I’m in trouble again. “But it was Trunks idea!”

“But you’re the one who shot him in the ear!”

“Because you said to!” Before long mom and aunty Bulma is pulling us apart. Now our moms tell us we’re grounded for a week. And we see uncle Vegeta still with a towel to his ears.

On the ride home, mom is telling me how much of a bad thing I did. I try telling her how it was Trunks idea. And she tells me I shouldn’t do everything Trunks does and tells me. But it’s not my fault that it’s fun. When we get home, Gohan had on the couch, reading another book. Trunks was right. My big brother is a nerd. But he’s a fun nerd. After taking off my shoes, I go to him and ask to play. Then mom tells him that I’m grounded. “What you and Trunks do this time?”

“They shot Vegeta with a water gun. Shame on you Goten.”

When mom wasn’t looking, Gohan whispered in my ear. “Who got the most shots?” I pointed to myself. “Good job.” Then he sat up and spoke normally. “That was awful spurt. Did you learn your lesson?”

“I sure did. Never play with uncle Vegeta, unless we ask first.” Mom then came back from the kitchen, and said I wasn’t grounded anymore. Big brother to the rescue!

…

Big brother to the rescue! I knew it was too good to be true. Those boys really think I don’t know what they’re doing. I’ll let it slide, but next time I mean it. Then again, I could never stay mad at my boys.

Since Gohan started to go through puberty he sure been acting different. And I been feeling slightly old. I noticed he would have trouble doing what he usually do. Very simple things becomes a bit of a chore. Like taking better control of his strength. My poor baby. It’s almost liked the time him and Goku were super sayians the whole time. They broke all my favorite glasses and china. Thankfully we were able to replace them, and these.

I also noticed how he would seem angry for no reason at times. But whenever I sent him to go hunting, he always seemed more relaxed. Maybe he just needs exercise to get rid of all that tension. Goku did tell me there was a time on kami’s lookout he would easily anger for no reason, and he would go heavier on his training. Maybe it’s a sayian thing. Maybe they need a lot of exercise as they get older. I should ask Vegeta, or at least have Bulma ask for me. My poor baby.

…

Boy, I’m starting to lose track I been dead. It feels like forever. I wonder how everyone on earth is doing. Let’s see, today is Gohan’s birthday, and he’s a teenager. I hope he’s taking it better than I did. Thankfully Chichi would be able to help him. But I kind of wish I was there, to help him through it. I remembered it being a very strange time for me.

Uh? Why is Baba here? “Hello Baba. What up?”

“Oh, nothing. I actually have some good news.” At that I sat up straight. “Well you see, there’s a tournament happening on earth next year.”

“Ok, how is that good news?”

“Patience. I’m getting to it.” She coughed in her hand. “I have checked it out with a few people, and King Yemma. And they all agreed you can come to earth on that day.” It took a moment for her words to sink in. When they did, I couldn’t stop the smile growing on my face. I got up and hugged Baba.

“Thank you so much. When I can tell everyone?”

“Two months before. No sooner than that.” With that she leaves, and I’m so excited. In one year, I get to see everyone. I get to see my family again. I get to finally meet my other child. I get to see how much my little man grew. I just hope… That’s when a sudden wave a doubt washed over me. I just hope they’ll be happy to see me too. Of course, they’ll be happy. What am I even saying!

And the tournament sounds fun too. I might get to see how strong everyone has gotten. If they even still train. Maybe I’ll win, and Chichi will get the prize money. Won’t she be happy. Plus, I get to hear what everyone has done since I been gone. Maybe I’ll get lucky and get to give my perfect Chichi a kiss. She might be mad at me though. So, if I can’t get anything else, a kiss would be just perfect. I absentmindedly touch the fabric of my gi top. It might not smell like them anymore, but it’s still the same top. King Kai keeps asking if I want a new one, but I just can’t. I rather a quick stitch here and there, but not a fully new gi.

…

It’s the morning of my birthday, and the house feels empty. I somehow managed to wake up early today, and I made my way to the kitchen. Mom not there, but all my favorites in on the table. I take a quick sense around the house. Nobody is really home. Actually, it feels like they’re miles away. So, does that mean all of this is for me? Only one way to check. Mom. Yes. Is the food on the table is all mine? Yes, and don’t worry about the dishes. With that said, I start digging in. Mm! Mom made it taste extra good today.

After breakfast, I go out. Might as well get a good morning workout in before dealing with all that paperwork. Since my last birthday, mom suggested I do a morning workout, after breakfast, before studying and stuff. Since then it became a daily routine, and it feels so great to tired myself out. It might not be like the training I’ve done with dad, and Mr. Piccolo, but it’s something. On top of that, it’s only light work. And last week mom gave me a new gi. Mom sure is acting weird. She seems more relaxed as the years go by.

As I come back, from my morning run, I spot mom in the kitchen. But I don’t see Goten anywhere. Maybe she took him to Bulma’s today. I walk into the kitchen, and grab a cup of water. Mom doesn’t even look at me, as she’s putting dishes away. “Is something up, mom?” She shakes her head. Once the dishes are away, she walks away. I’m confused. Mom is looks happy today. Well, if she’s happy than it’s nothing to worry about.

During dinner me, mom, Goten, and grandpa are celebrating my birthday. Goten even made a seat for dad’s photo. This is the second time he did this. It actually feels nice. Almost like dad is celebrating with us. After my birthday dinner, I take a bath outside. As I watch the stars, I wonder if dad is watching over us. It’s been so long. “Dad, if you are watching, we miss you. And I’m going to start high school soon. Oh, and mom says Goten is kind of like you when you were a kid. Wish you were here.” That’s when I saw a shooting star. Maybe it heard my wish. I hope it comes true.

…

My baby is going to start high school soon. It took a while to find one, that would accept him, without question. I just wish it didn’t take two years. Once, he comes home from getting his entrance exam scores, we’ll have a big dinner. This is so exciting. And soon I’m going to be putting Goten into grade school. I don’t think home school is working for him. No matter what I do, I don’t think my methods are working anymore. So, this September I’ll put him into grade school. I know Gohan is going late into the year, but I won’t do the same with Goten.

…

I can’t believe this! I just had to play super hero on my first day of school. Mom is going to kill me if she find out. And why did that girl had to stop me? Damn it! I’m going to be late! I wish I could just use my full speed to get to school, but mom forbid it. This just sucks. But that girl’s eye were pretty though. Wait! Why am I thinking about some random girl’s eyes? For all I know we’ll never meet again. I really hope we don’t. That felt awkward how close she was, when she asked what happened at the bank. She smelled nice. WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING? I need to make it to school! Not think about some random girl!

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periwinckles · 1 year

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🔥 Happy Birthday Katniss Everdeen 🔥

What's your first impression of Katniss after reading or watching The Hunger Games?

Do you find Katniss likable? Do you think her characterization is realistic?

What do you think the strengths and weaknesses of Katniss?

If today, you can make new movie/series adaptation, who would be suitable as Katniss? Based on visual description and acting talents.

Thank you :)

@curiousnonny

I really loved Katniss from the moment I started reading. I think she is very likeable, it’s hard not to like someone so selfless. Yet, I don’t always like the things she does and her choices.

her biggest strength I think is her sense of commitment and loyalty to those she loves, and her biggest flaw is not trusting those around her. (A lot would have worked out a different way if she trusted Peeta from the start, or even if she trusted her squad in MJ)

it’s hard to make a choice, because I’m not really that much aware of young actresses to play her.

but to me it’s important that:

She is no older than 18 (two years is doable, but more than that is stretching it. J.Law looked way too old for the part.

She needs to be small (weight and height).

she should have olive skin (not necessarily dark skin), and preferably dark hair. I’m Mediterranean, therefore I have olive skin. But my skin is not dark per se. Just not fair. I know you can die hair. J.law ‘s hair was fine if it was just one movie. But it sort of annoys me how the hair keeps changing from one movie to the other. Same with Josh’s hair. It looked so different with each movie.

I actually searched “18 year old actress” and found a list. My choice would go to Sky Katz (though I’m basing it mostly on looks, not familiar with her work, but from what I gathered she seems ok)

#the hunger games #katniss everdeen #curiousnonny #sky katz

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gozzabear26 · 2 years

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Day 3

I thought about changing the title of these posts to the actual date but I love the idea of one day writing "Day 100", "Day 200", etc.

So this fast is going terribly and I have already lost my focus on the actual point - to spend more time with God and tune into hearing from Him more.

So I'm starting again. Sure it'll put me out of sync with the rest of the church but only by a couple of days and I'll feel better with a fresh start.

I officially have nothing left in my pantry/fridge that isn't Daniel Fast friendly so starting with a true clean slate.

I did have a thought last night about adding intermittent fasting and gave it a go this morning but by the time it hit 10am I was SO hungry and caved. Mind you. That's the point isn't it? To be in that state of hunger and use that as the cue to chat to Jesus.

Ok. I will give that a go. It does also solve the dilemma of the gross breakfast 😂 I'll just fill up on water and tea instead.

Speaking of water I only had 1L this morning and was SO thirsty tonight. I really need to up my hydration! 2L minimum.

I pulled out my bullet journal today. I haven't touched it since Feb! The great thing with that is Feb has the same date/day as Nov so the Title page just needed a month name change.

I also added in a little habit tracker and a page for the Fast. I'm not a fan of how the fast page turned out but that's ok. I'll still use it. It just has the prayer points for each day. I tried following the colour scheme that the church has for it but it just looks like I grabbed random colours.

Final class tomorrow for my Diploma! I'm excited. I really enjoyed this course and the tutor is such a great communicator, so it'll be a good day. Big commute though - 2.5 hours each way. So will spend time on the train reading. I'm going to delete social media (apart from Tumblr) to also remove distractions from engaging with God. Lord knows I need it! There's also this game on my phone that I play on the bus. It's just a collection of nonograms, and I spend so much time on it but there's so way to save my progress so I'm reluctant to delete it. First world problems, I know.

Anyway. Need to sleep. Getting up in 6 hours 😭 Last day, Lauren. Last day.

#health #fitnessjourney #health journey #fasting #daniel fast #spiritual discipline #christianity #christian #bullet journal #bujo

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fweasleyswhore · 4 years

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Commitments - Smut

pairing: Oliver Wood, Fred Weasley, George Weasley x fem!reader (no incest just sharing)

a/n: I would like to do a pt 2 to this because I just have so much more I can fit into this dynamic and I like it (hornhee disease really takin over)

word count : 4.9k

warning: smut, 18+ themes, face fucking (male recieving), oral and fingering (female recieving), unprotexted sex -wrap before you tap kids-, choking, dom/sub themes, slight bdsm themes, subby reader, titles are given, its pure filth, friends with benefits relationship

mature readers only, this has heavier themes in it and i only want people who are completely ok with those themes reading

My head pounded and my stomach growled. It was the first feeling I registered as I opened my eyes. I was cold, hungry, and in pain. I blinked a few times, pulling my head up from its position on the table where I had been napping. I focussed my eyes on my unfinished potions essay. Groaning I rubbed my eyes. Not only did I not finish it, but I also fell asleep. It was due in two days and I had barely started. I still needed to-

Quidditch Practice. The potions essay fell to the depths of my mind as I scoured the library walls for a clock. Unsuccessful in finding one, I decided I was probably only late. Shoving my papers into my bag I ran out of the library, ignoring wandering stares from students I made my way to the changing rooms.

The door flung open and slowed down for the first time, panting slightly I made it over to the lockers, ready to get out my equipment. I picked up my shaky hands to do the combination when a voice interrupted me.

“I wouldn’t bother,” Oliver spoke. Based on the volume of his voice and the slight temperature change in the air, he was right behind me. Pulling my bottom lip between my lip I turned around, his toned chest was dripping, a towel hung low on his hips and his hair was ruffled slightly and damp. Our bodies were merely inches apart and I could see the anger in his eyes as I looked up at him.

“Ollie…” I tried but my nickname for him only caused an annoyed look to grace his features.

“Don’t,” His voice was stern and it made me feel cold. “You knew how important practice was today but you skipped anyway. We play Slytherin in two days! Where were you? Giving our play strategies to Adrian Pucey probably.” He rolled his eyes and walked next to me. He turned his attention to his locker, presumably to get clothes as I was left there with my mouth feeling dry and a ball of guilt in my stomach replacing my hunger.

“I fell asleep in the library, I don’t have an excuse,” I spoke truthfully and watched my hands as I spoke afraid to meet his gaze. “I haven’t been sleeping well lately and I dozed off. I really am sorry.”

He sighed and I wished at that moment I could crawl inside myself and disappear. “L/N, I don’t play favorites, you know this, but you are an essential part of this team. In this practice, we were working in groups, Fred George and I practically sat there the entire time because you were missing from our group. The other chasers were running well-needed drills and we had devised a strategic plan that would push not only you but the three of us too and you weren’t there. Today’s practice was a waste of time for us.” His words hurt me, they were filled with anger and it wasn’t a feeling he had ever directed at me.

“Ollie I truly am so sorry. I know this and I wish there was anything I could do to make it up to you. I know how stressed you are about the game, I just, I’m so sorry.” I finally looked up and he was facing me again, his locker forgotten. He was close to me again, his body heaved as he breathed heavily.

“Stress relief?” He asked, causing me to furrow my brows. Before I could ask him what he meant he spoke again. “You are right, I am stressed, that’s why I’m asking if you will help me with stress relief.”

I nodded understandably. I couldn’t fight the smile that found its way to my face as I realized what he was asking for. “You want me to massage your shoulders Wood?” I asked teasingly. He let out a short breath before taking a step forward. He toward over me, our chests almost flush as his hand caressed my cheek. His touch was sending shivers down my spine and butterflies to erupt in my stomach. Oliver was a good friend of mine, I always left my lingering eyes on him for too long but never admitted my feelings for him. I wasn’t sure if they were real feelings or pure lust. Being on the quidditch team I was never sure if I liked him or seeing his half-naked body as he ran down drills.

“Not what I had in mind,” I bit my lip as the nerves began to build up. His hand trailed down my cheek and under my jaw which he grasped semi firmly, pulling my face up to his. Our lips met in a messy heated kiss. I gasped into his mouth as my hand found its way to his neck pulling him closer to me. His legs parted my own and he pushed his hips flush against mine. An unintentional moan slipped from my mouth at the contact but that didn’t stop him, if anything it fueled his motions. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, it was a short fight that he quickly won. He pulled away suddenly, my face remained in his grip, the stern hand he had on my face caused my lips to part slightly. I looked up at him, blinking my lashes and grinding my hips softly onto his leg that was positioned in between my legs.

“I want this but I need to know you do too.” His voice was usually cheery but now it was stern and low, a side of him I had never seen and god I wished I did sooner. I pushed my hips down with more force, the friction finally hitting where I need it most and I moaned.

“Godric, yes Oliver, yes, yes, yes.” His gaze was cold and his face didn’t change when I gave my answer, instead he pushed his thigh harder into me, adding pressure I didn’t know I needed. “Fuck.” I whimpered shutting my eyes.

“Tsk, Tsk,” He tutted, pulling my eyes open I looked up at him. “If you continue to have a dirty mouth like that I’ll fill it up. Understood?” Growing wetter at his words I nodded feverishly. “Words darling.” He pushed his thigh into me harder. I let out a short breath, trying to compose myself.

“Y-Yes Sir.”

“Good girl. Keep being good maybe I will forget about the punishment I had planned for your absence.” I let out a whimper at his praise, the promise of punishment striking my core, had he thought of this before? He smirked down at me as I began to rut my hips against his thigh. Occasionally he would pull his leg back causing me to whine only to push it back with more force than before causing my legs to lose feeling as the pleasure built up. We were so wrapped up in our display we didn’t hear the two prominent footsteps grow closer until they were right next to us.

“Bloody hell.” Geroge’s voice interrupted. I opened my eyes and pulled Oliver against me to shield myself, in doing so I could feel the prominent bulge that formed under his not so restraining towel. “We heard Y/N came to the locker room and Fred and I were half sure you were killing her, not…” He trailed off and I watched as his eyes looked me up and down, my hair was no doubt a mess and Oliver’s leg was still in between mine applying a wonderful but also horrible pressure to my clit.

“Glad you’re not dead Y/N, but if getting off is what you wanted you could have always just come to my dorm,” Fred spoke from beside George. Leaning against the other row of lockers he looked significantly more comfortable than George, his trademark smirk plastered his face and his eyes kept flickering to where Oliver’s leg was positioned. I grew hot at his words as I looked between the twins. My eyes flickered up to Oliver who was giving both boys, especially Fred, a hard glare. Before I could protest Oliver’s hand found my hip and he pushed my hips into his thigh, pulling me forward into a rocking motion. I reacted by throwing my head back and letting out a moan, the feeling was too good to hide it. I didn’t let myself get too lost in the pleasure as I remembered our audience. Pulling my head back I eyed the boys with half-lidded eyes. Oliver was still guiding my hips against his thigh, his eyes were trained on my face as I whimpered trying to blink and focus on what was happening, my brain was fighting not wanting to stop but also worried about Fred and George’s presence.

Fred’s eyes were wide and hungry, he was still leaning against the lockers but his eyes were trained on the way my body moved. George was too watching, he took his brother’s stance, leaning on the lockers next to me. I could see two significant tents forming in both of their trousers, George’s hand slid into his pocket and he silently palmed himself at my display.

Seeing that they were enjoying themselves I let my worries dissipate, throwing my head back I moved my hips in time with Oliver’s guiding hands. Oliver ducked his head and began sucking on my neck. Rutting my hips faster I became more vocal, Fred and George let out small grunts here and there that I assume was due to their hands work which only egged on my ministrations. Soon enough the feeling became too overwhelming to bear, my legs began to shake and my breathing was becoming labored. “Ollie please, I need to-” My words were cut short as Oliver harshly nipped at my neck causing me to gasp.

“That’s not my name.” He whispered in my ear. I felt his arms stop their guidance slowing me down.

“Please Sir, please let me cum.” I begged submissively, not worried about the whine in my voice but rather the orgasm that was so close which was starting to vanish.

His hands grasped my hips with a different purpose now and he brought me back to the same speed that had me whimpering and moaning a few seconds ago.

“What do you think guys? Shall we let Y/N cum? Has she earned it?” I snapped my eyes open looking between the three boys frantically, letting out whines as Oliver applied more pressure with his thigh.

“I’m not sure she has,” Fred spoke up, he had a drunken look of hunger that made me shiver.

“I don’t think so.” George agreed.

“What a shame,” Oliver said looking down at me. “Guess you have to wait, darling.” With those few words, he held my hips firm and removed his thigh from me. I wouldn’t be surprised if his thigh had gotten wet through my trousers but I was too upset to be concerned with that at the moment. I whined lightly at the loss of contact and tried to stabilize my shaky legs.

“How can I earn it?” I looked between the boys who all adorned with wide grins. When I got no response I decided to push a little. “If you don’t tell me I’ll just get myself off.” All three boys lost their grins, not completely but their eyes went dark at my words, and they stood up straighter, they watched my hands as they trailed down to my trousers, popping the button.

“Brats don’t get rewards,” George said softly from next to me. His hand grasped mine and halted my motions, his grip was iron tight as he looked down at me. I angled my body so I was facing him, with my free hand I cupped him through his trousers.

“Then tell me what to do, sir.” I looked up at him with the most innocent face I could muster, cocking my head to the side slightly. I’m sure the markings on my neck from Oliver ruined the innocent facade a little bit but watching George swallow hard and breathe heavily through his nose was enough to tell me it was working.

“On your knees, now.” His voice was firm and it sent shivers down my spine as I sunk to my knees. My face was level with George’s clothed cock, I placed my hands behind my back and looked up at him waiting for permission. He brought his hand down, pulling my head up from my chin, he swiped my bottom lip with his thumb. “Go ahead, sweetheart.”

I smiled at the name, undoing his pants with ease I heard a slight groan as I pulled them down freeing his erection a bit. He was big, much bigger than I’ve had before. I tried to swallow my nerves as I pulled him out and stroked him slowly. I wrapped my lips around his tip, circling the tip with my tongue that elicited a moan from above me. I smiled and began to take him, or as much as I could. He hit the back of my throat before I got to his base, I gagged lightly and began to bob my head, stroking what was left with my hand. I felt a foreign hand in my hair, straining my eyes I looked up to see Oliver pulling some strands of my hair back. I rubbed my thighs together my arousal building to extreme heights.

“Fuck,” George moaned. He pulled out enough so his tip rested against my lips. “Do you think you can take all of me?” I stroked him slowly as I thought to myself.

“Will it get me my reward,” I asked in a sweet tone. He opened his mouth to reply so I kitten licked his tip, twisting my wrist as I continued to pump him. His words were cut off by a sharp intake of breath as he hissed.

“Definitely, and if you stop being a brat it will probably get you two.” I smiled at his response and pulled back my hand, opting to rest both of them on my thighs. Opening my mouth I relaxed my jaw and stuck my tongue out. George took his dick and slapped my tongue with it a few times.

“Such a good girl, so ready for me aren’t you, whore?” He asked with a devilish smirk. I nodded and let out a small involuntary whine at his words.

“Such a little slut, you’re gonna let him use you like that?” Fred asked. He walked over, his dick now free from its restraints he pumped it slowly. He ran his fingers through my hair, grabbing it tightly and pulling my head back to face him, his harshness made me whine and I squeezed my thighs together, growing wetter. “You like this don’t you? Such a dirty girl.” He let go of my hair and my head fell forward, George’s dick slapping my cheek lightly in the process.

“Our dirty girl.” Oliver praised smoothing my hair. I smiled before opening my mouth again, making eye contact with George to let him know I was ready. He smiled and slid in slowly, I wrapped my mouth around him and tried to maintain my composure as he began to slide down my throat. I gagged lightly which caused him to groan and go deeper. I breathed out through my nose as my eyes began to well up, I closed them and focussed on keeping my throat open for him.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my thigh, opening my eyes, blinking some tears away. I could make out Fred smiling as he kneeled next to me. I shut my eyes spreading my legs for him. He dipped his hand into my trousers tracing my lips from outside my panties. I moaned at the contact around George making him groan.

“You’re getting off on this aren’t you, completely soaked for us,” Fred whispered in my ear pushing my panties to the side. I moaned again which caused George to pick up his pace. I was gagging and tears were streaming down my face but I was enjoying it so much. Fred circled my clit with his nimble fingers making me gag and moan more but I didn’t care. George’s thrusts were becoming erratic and I knew he would come soon. Purposely swallowing around him caused him to meet his end. He buried his dick inside of my throat, my nose pressed up against his abdomen I moaned, swallowing his cum that shot down my throat. He pulled out of me, a trail of spit followed connecting us until it broke, slapping against my chin. Panting, I gasped for air and leaned my head on Fred’s shoulder. Fred picked his speed up on my clit causing me to yell out his name. He continued his brutal pace and I felt my orgasm catching up to me yet again.

“Please, George,” My words were cut off by a moan and I jerked my head back. “Please I’m going to cum I need your permission.” Fred was chuckling in my ear from my desperation but I couldn’t care right now. My legs were shaking and my abdomen was cramping up as I continued to fight it off.

George knelt in front of me, grabbing my neck with a strong hand he pulled my head forward. I fought against my body to open my eyes and look at him. “Cum for us, cum like the whore you are.” As he spoke he increased the pressure on my neck. My eyes rolled back as my orgasm washed over me, I shook violently, screaming out I felt myself release. Fred didn’t stop his fingers, they continued his brutal pace and his smirk grew as I began to shake from overstimulation.

“Good whore.” Fred whispered pulling his hand away from my core. I leaned back against Oliver’s leg and watched as Fred sucked his fingers clean. Oliver looked down at me with his dark eyes, filled with lust and hunger. Fred linked his arm around my waist and pulled me up. We walked over to a bench at the end of the row of lockers, he laid me down on my back. I giggled to myself watching him struggle to pull my trousers off. My laughter was cut short as he landed a short slap to my bare pussy, I moaned at the harsh contact.

“Don’t be a brat.” He warned and I nodded. I pulled my shirt off and unhooked my bra. Fred inserted a finger inside of me, slowly he began to pump in and out before adding another one, I moaned at the light stretch as he pumped faster, curling them to hit my G-spot.

“Such pretty moans.” George praised. He was knelt beside me and began to massage my breasts. I gasped as he began to suck on my nipple. Pulling my hands up I ran my fingers through his hair. Oliver stood on my other side, he was slowly pumping his cock at the scene below him. I felt Fred pull his fingers out and I whined at the loss. Fred spit directly onto my clit, I felt the liquid drip down and mix with my own juices.

“Spread your legs for me, darling,” I did as he said and opened my legs for him. “So pretty, princess, are you ready for me?”

“Yes, please,” I whined out. George was now attacking my neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh that took my breath away. I stopped breathing completely as Fred pushed into me. Slowly he filled me to the hilt, he had to be the same size as George. I felt him bump my cervix when his hips met mine. My mouth was open in a silent scream as he let out a slow groan. He stayed there for a moment, letting me get used to the stretch that came with his impressive size. When he felt me relax he began to slowly thrust in and out of me.

“Faster, fuck, please faster.” I moaned out. He quickly obliged by setting a ruthless pace that had my brain cloudy with the pleasure I was feeling. Oliver leaned down, kissing me roughly, our teeth clashed due to my shaking from Fred’s pace but that didn’t stop either of us.

“Such a whore, putting this show on for me, is this supposed to make me forgive you?” He asked, one of his hands trailed down my torso, he left feather-light touches on my breasts.

“Y-Yes all for you.” I struggled out. He suddenly pinched my nipple, pulling it lightly causing me to moan out loudly.

“Hm, all for me? You let them down too, it’s not very kind if it’s all for me now is it?” I nodded in agreement unable to speak as Fred propped my leg onto his shoulder, the new angle intensifying the pleasure I was feeling. “What are we going to do about that then?” Oliver asked.

I opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water. I couldn’t conjure up a sentence much less a viable answer that would satisfy him as my orgasm steadily approached.

“What a shame, it looks like I will have to punish you after all.” He whispered in my ear. I moaned at his words. Fred continued to hit that spot deep inside me that sent me closer to heaven and hell at the same time.

“I need to, please, I-” My words drowned out into a moan as Fred thrust harder.

“You need to cum, slut?” Fred asked, words spaced out with his thrusts. His hair was dripping with sweat, his chest was glistening with sweat, somewhere in the process he had lost his shirt.

“Yes, yes please!” I begged.

I could hear the smirk on his face as he replied. “Cum for me princess.” My second orgasm washed over me. My legs shook and I tightened my walls, screwing my eyes shut I let out a long moan as Fred continued to pump in and out of me, riding out my orgasm. His hips began to slow and he stopped, flush against me I felt his dick twitch, shooting long ropes of cum painting my insides.

Fred’s hands rubbed up and down my thighs, soothing their shaking. He kissed my knee and unhooked my leg from his shoulder, gingerly pulling out, I whined feeling sensitive and empty at the loss. Fred walked to the side of me, replacing Oliver who was now out of sight. He kneeled beside me and stroked my hair. “You did so good.” He praised.

George hummed softly, his head rested on my stomach under my breast where he was leaving soft kisses earlier beforehand. “Such a pretty slut for us.” He added.

“She may be pretty but that’s not going to make up for what she did.” Oliver said, he was circling his hands on my thighs, his towel now long forgotten, his erection was prominent and it prodded my legs as they shook. His tip was red and needy with precum, I could only assume how much it ached.

“Hm and what did she do?” Fred asked, feigning confusion, a slight smirk on his lips. Oliver had a smile playing on his lips as his hands trailed toward my core. He started to tease my folds, rubbing around spreading the shared release between me and Fred everywhere except my throbbing clit.

“She skipped practice, you know that.” Oliver growled.

“I didn’t mean to-” I trued but Oliver suddenly slapped my pussy, the harsh contact with my clit made me moan.

“You skipped.” He said sternly. I took that as a signal to shut up so I nodded, feeling the excitement buzz in my veins. My pussy throbbed in anticipation as his fingers ghosted over my entrance and up to my clit.

“Hm, I didn’t think about that, should I have punished you princess?” Fred asked. Before I could answer George attached his lips to my nipple, he lapped it and bit it lightly causing me to gasp. He pulled off with a pop, grinning.

“I should have bent you over my knee, showed you who you belong too.” George purred, he trailed up so his breath fawned over the shell of my ear. “Would you have liked that sweetheart? Being so marked and bruised you can’t sit straight? Everytime you sit down you will be reminded of the little whore you are for us, how you bent over willingly, swallowed my cock and came on Freddies fingers. You would like that wouldn’t you?” His voice was deep and it sent shivers through me and took the air from my lungs.

“I think she likes that George.” Oliver said grinning. “Shes practically dripping.” Suddenly he inserted two fingers into me, pumping at a relentless pace. Sounds of squeltching filled the air as he began to hit that spot inside of me, over and over again. I screwed my eyes shut feeling blissed out as George nipped my ear whispering small taunts while massaging my breasts, Fred on my other side whispering praise and playing with my hair.

“You like being used don’t you?” Geroge would ask, licking the shell of my ear.

“Such a good girl, you gonna moan princess?” Fred would add, kissing my cheek.

They continued the process until I was a writhing mess. I was about to ask for permission to cum when Oliver wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue that just sent me over the edge. I came for a third time, shaking crying out, I felt a few tears fall from eyes as he didn’t slow down until I was convulsing and my eyes were rolled back in my head. Oliver pulled back and I gasped for air now that I was given a slight break. Suddenly he slammed into me, his dick stretched me in a delicious way. I yelped at the sudden contact. He didn’t give me time to adjust like Fred, instead he pulled out nearly all the way before slamming back into me.

“O-Ollie.” I moaned out throwing my head back.

“What do you call me?” He growled, slapping my clit lightly and thrusting in forcefully. He halted his motions for a moment, grinding his hips into me and it felt heavenly.

“I’m sorry Sir! Please keep going!” I whined.

“Good girl.” Oliver praised pulling out an slamming back into me. He continued his relentless pace, slapping my clit and tits, pinching my nipples, occasionally leaning over to nip at my leg. I alternated between kissing Fred and George who whispered dirty things to me and swallowed the moans I left in their mouths. I felt Oliver speed up and I felt yet again that I was teetering on the edge.

“Sirs, please I need to cum,” I whined looking between all three boys. Fred and George nodded with cheeky grins and my gaze fell forward to Oliver between my legs. Oliver grabbed my hip with one hand, reaching down and grabbing my neck with the other in grip that could bruise.

“Cum then, cum on my dick slut.” Oliver grunted tightening his grip on my neck. I gave in, letting go and cumming harder than I have before. I let go, squirting onto his torso. Oliver kept pumping into me riding out my orgasm until he pulled out, cumming on my pussy, throwing white ropes on my glistening cunt. I was breathless and lightheaded, Oliver let go of my neck, my head fell back against the bench and I panted. Oliver spread my legs whistling lowly to himself.

“So pretty.” He muttered before ducking his head down and running a long stripe up my folds with his tongue. I jolted at the feeling, my body spasming as his tongue hit my clit. I felt him suck lightly and I whined. That’s when he pulled his head up, and leaned over me, his lips were in a tight line and his body caged me. He took one of his hands and placed two fingers on my chin, applying light pressure signaling for me to open my mouth. I did, sticking my tongue out as I made eye contact with him. He spat our combined juices into my mouth, some of it getting on my chin. He used his thumb to lap it up, wiping it on my tongue.

“Swallow it.” He commanded. I did as I was told, opening my mouth to show him when I was done. “Good slut.” He praised.

“Beautiful.” George added.

“Breathtaking.” Fred quipped. I felt my cheeks heat up at their praise.

“T-Thank you.” I said timidly. Oliver smiled, it was his usual soft smile that made me melt. He stood up, offering a hand I gladly took and stood with him on my shaky legs. I slipped slightly and George stood on my side grabbing my hip. I felt Fred’s gentle hand on my back offering his support should I need it.

They cleaned me up, offering support and praise every second of the way. The game with Slytherin went well, Gyrffimdor won by a landslide, and once again we found ourselves in the locker room together celebrating.

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Pedro Pascal and Lena Headey

Head to head interview

Hunger Magazine, Issue 6. Released December 28, 2014. Photoshoot October 15, 2013.

Thirteen million. That's the number of people, on average, who tuned into each episode of the third season of Game of Thrones. Among them was Chilean actor Pedro Pascal, who was as enthralled by the sex and slaughter as the rest of us. But little did he know that within a few months he'd be pitching up on the shores of Belfast to join the cast as Oberyn Martell, affectionately known as the Red Viper. Sound ominous? It is. The Red Viper is GoTs newest anti-hero, “sexy and charming but driven by hate”. Sounds like he'll be right at home.

Pedro, on the other hand, though he looks good on paper, wasn't the obvious choice for the role. Expecting a big name to ride into King’s Landing, the show's fans took to forums to express their concerns as soon as the news broke. So is he worried? Like hell he is. “The fans had the part cast in their minds already. They knew who they wanted and it certainly was not me. But I'm not stupid, | presumed that people were going to say ‘who the fuck is this guy’. Since I anticipated the reaction it didn't throw me off.”

“There are so many different ways to go into battle with yourself when you're trying to get a job. I felt a certain amount of pressure because I wanted to make everyone happy. The fan base is so specific and, as a fan myself, I understand the relationship that they have with the show. The Red Viper is the best part I've ever played, and in season four shocks come at the most unexpected times. You might think you know, but you have no idea,” he explains.

Looks like the Red Viper could be in line to fill a Walter-White-sized-hole in television, but to test the theory we pit Pascal against Lena Headey, aka the Queen. Because if you can come away from Cersei unscathed, you can handle anything.

LH: So, Pedro, you come into Game of Thrones in season four, playing a pretty major character. Does that fill you with joy or dread?

PP: I'd say it fills me with joy because it’s a really fucking fun part. He’s a badass. He comes up against a lot of the main characters in the show. I'm very aware of the show. I watch it like a fan.

LH: Were you a fan before you arrived in Belfast?

PP: Yeah, I was a proper fan. I was caught up in the drama of it before I even auditioned for the part. I was already up to speed.

LH: I remember meeting you and thinking, “he fucking loves the show’.

PP: I kissed your ass.

LH: Well, it worked. We're friends now.

PP: I was like a tourist visiting the set, and yet I had to act with you and be in a scene with the characters that I had such a specific association with already.

LH: So you’re saying it’s boring?

PP: No, it wasn’t boring at all. It was extremely, relentlessly surreal.

LH: And who were your favourite characters up until that point?

PP: Not you.

LH: I realise that!

PP: There are too many characters to have a favourite, but I was fascinated by the Lannisters because they're so frightening. They scared me and then you would come in and pull sympathy from your audience somehow, and I found that rather fascinating. The Northerners were so easy to like or get behind, but it was quite something to see people sympathise with a Lannister, after you made people see things from their perspective.

LH: Speaking of being slightly ambiguous as a character, you come in as a major player and a very well-loved character in the eyes of people who read the books, and he’s somewhat of an anti-hero. Did you base him on anyone?

PP: What does an anti-hero mean exactly?

LH: It means he doesn't wear deodorant, doesn't it? [Laughs]. Someone you shouldn't champion, but you do, like Walter White in Breaking Bad.

PP: No, | didn’t really base him on anyone.

LH: Did you take anything from classic movies that you thought you could use and spin to your advantage playing the Red Viper?

PP: God, that’s a good question. I probably did subconsciously. Now I feel under the spotlight because I need to think of somebody, and I have so many in my mind! I think that’s something that is happening a lot in TV today: the anti-heroes are central to these television shows, and people are really getting behind them, even though they're not necessarily the most moral characters. So I'd say that ‘ve become more familiar with the character who's obviously very flawed but gets you on their side — you have complicated feelings about them. But I think I saw the story too much from this character's perspective to perceive any flaws.

LH: He has some.

PP: I know, from the outside. But I don't see any of them. What are his flaws?

LH: His flaws? He's a dirty bastard!

PP: Why is he a dirty bastard? He likes to fucking fight, for sure.

LH: Back to you as an actor. You've done it for a long time and, as we all know, the path is not always golden, and sometimes you think, “fuck it” and you want to leave it and do something else. Have there been moments where you wanted to give up?

PP: Yes, there have been moments where I came very close to giving up. But I never had anything to fall back on. I think you can understand that.

LH: Because were stupid?

PP: We're stupid.

LH: I can't even make pizza!

PP: We don’t have any other skills.

LH: None at all!

PP: And that’s the odd conundrum. You get to a point where you think, “This isn’t going to happen. This isn’t sustainable. I'm too exhausted, and it can't be good for me.” There were moments where I truly did try to formulate an idea of what I'd do. I thought I'd go back to school, start pre-med again and go to medical school or something like that.

LH: But that didn't happen, you just thought about it?

PP: Yes, I'd have thoughts, but it was still fantasy really. But at the time it felt like a practical life plan. Do you know what I mean?

LH: Yeah of course, you need to pay the fucking rent.

PP: Exactly. You just try to escape from the chaos of what you're feeling by trying to create order in your life. Order seems like a solution to save you from the pain of acting!

LH: It's a mental pain. Who was the first person you called when you got the role?

PP: My sister.

LH: Does she watch the show?

PP: Yes, she does.

LH: Pedro Pascal... or Pablo as I called you when I had too much wine, which was deeply insulting.

PP: Even family members have done that to me! Do I look more like a Pablo? Because it happens with about ninety-five percent of the people I meet.

LH: No, I think I’m just an ignorant drunk person.

PP: No, you were an ignorant drunk person that night is what you're saying.

LH: And now I’m educated.

PP: [Whispers] But | want you to call me Pablo.

LH: Ok, Pablo! When you first arrived on set in Northern Ireland, what was your feeling showing up to a bunch of British actors? Did it feel different to doing an American project?

PP: Yes, but I loved it. It wasn’t intimidating. I found it surreal because I’d watched and loved the show. I hadn't had the opportunity to work on something that I was really familiar with before, so it was overwhelming. But it was far more delightful than intimidating. Also you guys were really cool. Everyone was friendly.

LH: Oh, that’s just fake.

PP: Well, you guys were good at it!

LH: We know Game of Thrones is very popular obviously. Do you have any thoughts, or fears, about what this is going to bring you in terms of exposure?

PP: I have hope.

LH: Oh, God. I don’t mean to shatter that, but give it up.

PP: I don’t know really. It’s all been filmed, and now I'm back to my normal routine, so I haven't really thought about it. I remember when we finished filming and we were on our way to the airport, you asked me, “How does it feel you're all done?” and I couldn't really answer.

LH: You were quite emotional that day.

PP: I was very emotional because I’d had such an amazing time doing the part. Also just being there immersed in the experience... You described it to me best. You told me how I'd be feeling.

LH: We don't know your character's backstory when you enter the show, and you have some rather brutal scenes. Anyone who has read the books will know what I’m talking about.

PP: My character comes in, he stirs a bunch of shit up, and then he makes this fucking enormous exit. Now can | ask you a question?

LH: What is it? I’m not going to sleep with you. Give it up.

PP: Oh, come on! This has gone to shit and it’s your fault, so good luck to whoever has to edit it! But anyway, sometimes I'd hang out with the cast members and we'd go to dinner and they would get stopped constantly. There was no denying who they played because they were so recognisable, but you got away with it because you have this beautiful blonde wig on in the show, and in real life you are...

LH: Grey?

PP: {Laughs] No! You have beautiful chestnut hair! Is it liberating to not be recognised the way some of the other cast members are?

LH: Yes, it is liberating.

PP: Liberating being able to walk down an alley in Dubrovnik without being stopped?

LH: Yes, except sometimes | get recognised in the weirdest places. A woman was emptying my bag at Heathrow Airport's security gates and just went, “Are you the Queen?” while rummaging through my underwear. It was so fucking weird.

PP: It seems they're more respectful to you?

LH: Because they're frightened. Wait until they meet the Viper.

PP: Well, that covers it.

LH: I think we're going to get our own show out of this, you know

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literaticat · 2 years

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I read on one popular agent's site that their new strategy when considering picking up clients is to weed out any that don't have a social media presence. This scares me ... I mean, I am perfectly happy to set one up once I have a book out there etc. but now are we expected to subject ourselves to the pit of dismay for no other reason other than "I need this to get an agent"? I avoid SM, I am so much happier. I'd use it to market and engage, sure, but not to try impress an agent.

That sounds like one person's m.o., not a "rule of thumb" that other agents follow. I really wouldn't freak out about it.

Suzanne Collins is not on twitter. Stephenie Meyer is not on twitter. Somehow they manage to muddle through. Would this agent have turned down THE HUNGER GAMES because the author doesn't tweet? Uh... ok. Sounds short-sighted but what do I know.

Like, is having a robust social media presence nice? Sure. Is it imperative? Not really. At the getting-an-agent stage, it should be all about the book. If you write an amazing, sellable book, and an agent doesn't want to rep it because you don't have a ginormous social media presence, that's their problem. Once you HAVE an agent and a book, you can figure out what "marketing and engaging" means to you.

THAT BEING SAID.... (here comes the long part)... NEWBIE AUTHOR SOCIAL MEDIA BEST PRACTICES:

I'm posting all this here so it can be in the FAQ so when somebody says "but HOW DO I START" they can just read this post. :-) Skip it if you are truly not interested.

You expressed your willingness to help promote your book when the time comes. And now (before you even have an agent) might be a good time to learn about how social media works if that is something you are willing to do in the future. Because after you already have a book deal, you will be a little too busy to be learning this stuff on the fly. And creating an account randomly and bleating news about your book to an empty social media feed will not actually help you.

So... if you wanted to dip your toes in -- this might be a good time to start. Lots of writers do feel that friends they make on social media become a valuable support system and, bonus, will HELP you promote your book when the time comes - soooo, maybe there is a way to approach this in a positive manner and make social media something you actually enjoy and get use out of. Maybe!

DON'T try and do it all - bite off more than you can chew and you'll choke and never use any of it. Pick a platform and see if it can possibly suit you. Like, if you enjoy taking pictures of your pets or books or sunsets - - get an instagram account! If you like quips and short and to-the-point conversations, get a Twitter account!

DO Consider it a form of networking and part of your job, the "water cooler" at the office, if that will help. Connecting with other authors and book people and librarians and booksellers should, hopefully, be interesting and fun -- but it's also, potentially, IMPORTANT. That educator you crack jokes with today might be the person getting you in on school visits when your book comes out. The bookseller whose recommendations you love might be the person who invites you to a book signing at their store when the time comes. That writer whose book you admire today might be the person who invites you to participate in an anthology next year. I'm not saying you should think of every interaction as something you might "get something out of" -- that's mercenary and gross -- but generally -- being friendly and supportive and interesting toward people makes them want to be friendly and supportive and interesting toward you, you know?

DON'T try and "read everything you missed" -- this is the classic mistake, where you make an account, follow some folks, go away for a day or two - -and when you come back, you feel like you need to "catch up" on your entire news feed. Five hours later you are exhausted and bleary-eyed and you declare that you will never log into this thing again! YOU DON'T NEED TO CATCH UP. Truly. This isn't homework. You pop in - like some posts, interact with people that are there *at the time that you are there* -- and then pop out again. Think of it like a cocktail party - you are talking to the people immediately around you and drifting a bit from group to group and having fun while you are there - but you can't talk to everyone, and there isn't any need to record everyone's conversations and try and watch them all the next day to "catch up". You got what you got out of it, the end.

DO start by spending time when you are new boosting other authors. You like books, right? You like authors? Find some of your faves and follow them. See what they are talking about, see who THEY engage with and follow that seems interesting, and before long you will probably have found a bunch of cool folks. Be nice! Congratulate or RT them if they have great news or a new book out that looks interesting! Spend 15 minutes a day doing this - then dip out, and remember, you don't have to catch up on everything you missed when you come back.

Now spread your wings a bit and create some content of your own. IF there's a book you read and love, post a picture of it and why you loved it. IF you are trying a new recipe and it comes out Amazing or you go to a new bookstore and it's beautiful or you had an interaction with a kind barista that made your day, or you saw an ultra-cute dog and gave it a pet -- share it! mention it! It shouldn't take you more than a couple of minutes to do so -- People love recommendations and fun stories, and the two minutes you spent on that friendly post just might make somebody ELSE'S day a little brighter.

(If there's a book you hated, or a barista that was rude to you - no need to post lol - we are being a force for POSITIVITY here!).

DO talk about your book. When you actually have something to promote - DO IT! Talk about your book! Your followers WILL be interested. However, nobody likes to feel like they are being "marketed to"; if all you do is self-promote, you will seem out-of-touch and boring at best. So spend more time talking about OTHER people's books than your own. If 15% of your time is spent "self-promoting" and the rest of the time is you just being interesting and cool and supporting others -- nobody will begrudge you the self-promo time or think it is too much.

DO NOT follow news, politicians, etc, if you want to stay sane. Look, I fully think it's important to know about the world, and that's great -- but if you are a social media neophyte, and you don't want to get sucked in to negativity -- consider NOT getting into the mix on divisive / anger-inducing topics. It can become a major-league time suck and derail your whole day. Don't look for fights, don't SEEK OUT negativity, don't "hate follow" people (like, "I just have to see what this bonkers politician is saying so I can be aware!" -- uh, don't do it! You are a social media baby, your skin is too thin! Nooo!)

DO Also follow people or organizations that are doing things that you are interested in -- crochet, or puppy rescue, or whatever -- so that your news feed is what? FULL OF INTERESTING AND POSITIVE THINGS! Maybe it will become a place you actually enjoy visiting for those 15 minutes a day. :-)

#faq #socialmedia

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 05 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.8K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Would You Believe Me?

“When are you planning to tell me about this Billy?” Diane stands by the kitchen door frame, an eyebrow raised at you.

Taking another bite of your apple, you roll your eyes. “He's just a friend. I have nothing to say.”

“I know you, (Y/N). And I know you've been hanging out with him.” She comes to sit across from you at the table, and you feel like a child under her stare. Diane has always been your best adviser, the one you tell everything since you can remember. But you couldn't bring yourself to tell her about Billy yet. With Monica, you don't have a choice since you work with her, and she has been around when some stuff happened. But with Diane... You feel like it'll make things real.

You're just about to deny everything again when you remember how confused you are, how there's always a fight inside of you, between two different lines of thought, and suddenly you need Diane's opinion on it. “Billy is a friend.” It's different now, you're admitting it. “He... He offered me a ride home when my car wouldn't start and we stopped to eat tacos. A couple of days after he stopped by this snack bar I was with Monica's friends and... Well, he punched David in the face because he called me dumb.” The memory brings a smile to your lips.

“What?” My aunt smiles too. “I heard some kids talking about David being beat up but I'd never guess that. What else?”

“Uhm... He said he likes me that day.”

“Oh...” She mumbles, furrowing her eyebrows. “So Billy is interested in you.”

Shaking your head slightly, you look down. “He's as interested as he would be in any other girl, right?” Your voice is lower now. “Aunt, Billy is the perfect bad boy. He has the looks, the attitudes, the pretty face, the breathtaking body, and the long list of heartbroken girls.”

“Honey, haven't you heard?” Diane keeps her voice light, taking your hand over the table. “They say the perfect bad boy is bad with everyone except to his girl.”

“Well, I'm not his girl,” you mutter, not sure why saying this makes you feel sad. You shouldn't be so sad about something that's true, something that you made up your mind about. “We're bound to break apart.”

“(Y/N), you're a smart woman. You can read the signs and I trust you to choose what's best for you, as you always have. Even when it meant to leave New York behind and come to such a strange place.” Her eyes are like beacons, reassuring you. You wish she was your mother instead of Kate. “You'll know if you're meant to be with Billy or not. I trust you enough for that, as should you.”

“I love you, aunt.” You breathe out, standing up and hugging her. “Thank you... And not only for this, but for everything. For taking me in and for moving here with me.”

“It was a pleasure, honey. Both to come back to my hometown and to be with you.” Diane never had kids, and her husband died eight years ago. She's still young though, and you hope she finds someone. But until then, you're ok with being somehow her kid. “Now I gotta go. Have a nice day at work.”

“You too.”

Half an hour later you're at the pool, on your chair, eyes scanning the sea of people. The sun is shining bright, and the kids seem especially electrified today. Despite having a lot of people to watch over, you're getting bored by the second, finally understanding why Monica sometimes complains so much about this job.

Billy, as usual, keeps shooting you glances every now and then, winking and smiling when you look his way. After rolling your eyes at him for the hundredth time this morning, you turn your gaze at Monica, who has a meaningful smile on her lips. You get the feeling she'll never stop teasing you about it. Well, she will have to one day. 'We're bound to break', the sentence comes to your mind again, and you decide to let the hot wind blow it away. Mon has a weird expression on her face, which makes you furrow my eyebrows at her.

She then gestures at her eyes. 'Look', you read the word on her lips, just before she gestures at Billy.

That again. You don't want to stare at him. You know he's hot, you don't need to be constantly reminded of that. Running a hand through your hair, you force yourself to focus on the activity that gives you some money at the end of the month. You're not bored anymore, you're thankful you have something to keep your mind off things you certainly shouldn't be thinking about.

When your lunch break finally comes, you jump from your chair to the ground, making the way over Monica, touching her leg. “Hey, you. Lunch, c'mon. I'm starving.”

“I'm a good friend.” She simply says, not even bothering to look at you. Monica can be a freaking interrogation sign sometimes, and you're about to ask her what she means when you notice Billy, standing a few feet away. “I switched my lunch breaks with him.” She looks down, taking her sunglasses off. “You're welcome.”

“I hate you, Mon,” you mumble, sighing at the laugh that leaves her lips.

You have no choice but to walk towards Billy, trying to keep your eyes on his face. But you use the distance to take a quick look, just so you can tell Mon you did it and she'll stop bugging you about it. He's tall, obviously, way taller than you. So you have to look up not to have your eyes glued on his chest. The guy works out. A damn lot, you're sure, and his tan is perfect. It makes you wonder if he even tries because it doesn't seem like he does. Billy doesn't have to act, he just is who he is. No doubt why he had no trouble carrying that heavy backpack during the trail, his muscles look like stone, iron. Even though the small distance you can see how his chest moves when he breathes, and the well-defined muscles of his bare arms. But you're getting close now, so you avert your eyes.

“Was it your idea or hers?” You inquire as soon as you're walking side by side to the cafeteria.

“Mine. I asked her this morning and she accepted.” As you walk, you notice all the heads turning.

The boys look with either anger or envy, and the girls keep checking him out shamelessly. Even the married ladies don't seem to hide the lust in their eyes. You feel a little weird, suddenly so small and out of place. But you can't blame them. Billy is a hell of a view. “You ok?” He suddenly asks. “You tuned out for a moment.”

“Just thinking.” You reach the cafeteria and you get your lunch from the fridge, moving to the microwave.

“About what?”

“The stares you were getting while we walked over here.” It comes out abruptly, and you realize you're angry. Why are you angry? You can't be mad because people are staring, he's not yours.

“People always stare.” He says, coming to seat with you on the table next to the microwave. “But today is for a different reason.”

“Oh, of course.” You avoid his eyes, letting your hair down from the ponytail and detangling it with your fingers, just so you have something to do.

“You only notice half of what's going on around you.” You mumble as a response, not sure if there's anything else you can say. “I never spent this much time without going on dates, and I never spent this much time hanging out with the same girl.” Billy's lower voice slowly makes you raise your eyes, meeting his. “People are impressed. I am impressed.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It's been a while and I still want to be around you, to get to know you.” As he speaks, you look at the door, because you don't want anyone listening. It's bad enough that you'll end up telling Monica, which only makes you even more confused. You don't need someone else adding up to the mix.

'We're bound to break'. It comes to your head again. “How long do you think it'll last? You know you'll get tired of this little game you're playing, Billy.”

“From the bottom of my heart... I don't think I could ever get tired of you.”

The sudden beeps of the microwave make you jump up, thankful for it breaking through the atmosphere. You get your food and hand Billy his since he shoved it into the microwave with yours.

“Every time I see you it's like the first damn time. It took me by surprise too, believe me.”

“Just eat, Billy. Or it'll get cold.” A stupid thing to say since there's smoke coming from both your meals.

“If I find a way to prove you I'm not joking, that I mean every word I say when I say you're nothing like the other girls, that I'm being serious this time... Would you believe me?”

Holy shit, you need to get the hell out of this cafeteria. You don't want to listen, you want to be left alone until whatever is driving you towards Billy disappears. But can you do that? Stand up and walk away when you're right here with him, nobody else around... You don't think so. “I'd like to see what you would come up with.”

He takes a deep breath, resting his back against the chair. You can only watch as he takes one of his earrings off, doing the same with his necklace. “The hell are you doing, Hargrove?” You mumble, crossing your arms.

He gives a quick glance before focusing on whatever he's doing. He removes the pendant of the necklace, throwing it on the trash next to the fridge. You raise an eyebrow, your hunger momentarily put aside. Billy passes the silver chain through the tiny hoop of his earring, making a whole new necklace. The earring is kinda nice, and it looks badass on him. It has four black little stones and a metal piece at the end, which reminds you a claw.

Your eyes follow him as he stands up, walking around the table to stand behind you. You were just about to ask what he's doing when he puts the necklace around your neck. “Move your hair up, please.”

With wide eyes fixed on the light green wall across the cafeteria, you do as he says, feeling the cold metal against your skin. You're even more confused now. “Wear this every day, and I'll wear mine every day too.”

“Is it... Is it supposed to make people think I belong to you or something?” You burst out, still a little shocked, a little perplexed, trying to control the butterflies on your stomach.

“Then they'll think I belong to you too.”

“Just-just eat, Billy. Please.” You stutter, looking down at your food as your heart drums on your ears.

“And I making you nervous?”

Biting back a smile, you don't answer. You quickly search through your mind for anything else, just so you can change the subject. “I heard you study at Indianapolis University. The same I happen to have transferred to. Which course do you take?” That's good. You got your mind to function.

“Mechanical engineering.” He shrugs his shoulders when you raise your eyebrows. “I always liked cars, so it wasn't a difficult choice. What about you?”

“Biomedicine. I'm planning on specializing in Hematology and get a job on Hawkins National Hematology Lab.”

“So you plan on staying here?”

“Yes. I came to stay.”

There's a change in his expression, as it softens like he just realized something new about himself. A small, genuine smile breaks into his lips, beautiful lips. You were just about to ask what's on his mind when James, another lifeguard comes into the cafeteria and you decide to keep your mouth shut.

•••

When you walk out of the bathroom, still drying your hair with a towel, your eyes fall on the necklace lying on the nightstand, near your telephone. Sitting on the bed, you touch the earring, wondering if Billy is wearing his now. “What's happening to me?” You breathe out, throwing yourself down on the bed.

Your phone starts ringing, but you don't pick up. You know Diane will answer it downstairs. You hear her low voice coming from the living room, your eyes on the ceiling, and your thoughts revolving around him again.

Him.

You don't even need a name, he's the only guy you think about.

“Honey! It's Monica!” Your aunt yells.

“I'll pick up!” You shout back, moving up just to pick up the phone before lying down again. “Hi, Mom.” You hear the sound of the downstairs phone being put down as you speak.

“So. How was it?”

“Uhm... It was a lunch break. We had our breaks together and we had lunch.”

“Seriously? That was it? Don't you think I noticed something very unusual around your neck when you came out?”

Sighing, you let out a humorless laugh. Monica is very perceptive, the reason why she's coursing psychology. She's always paying attention to everything. “Mon...” It's almost like a cry.

“Talk to me, (Y/N).”

“I can't keep doing this.” You cover your eyes with one hand, and the image that immediately comes to my mind is him. “I'm... Scared.”

“What happened in the lunch break?”

“Billy said stuff, you know... That he won't get tired of me, that still wants to be around me...” Tossing around, you hug a pillow. “He took one of his earrings and made it into a necklace... He gave me and told me to wear it every day because he will wear it too.”

“(Y/N), I think Billy is falling in love with you.”

“No, Mon, I–”

“I've seen how he treats girls, (Y/N). He never acted like that. All day long I see them walking around the pool in the tiniest bikinis they have, but he never looks. He used to devour them with his eyes, but since that Monday, when you started working... His eyes are on you, on such a... Kind way. It's like he's someone else entirely.”

“I want to believe you,” you whisper, eyes focusing on the necklace. “What if we're bound to break?”

“Give yourself time, then. And give you both a chance. (Y/N), you need to stop overthinking and enjoy your summer. If you're bound to break, you'll know. But for now, enjoy the attention he's giving you. And if it doesn't work, at least you would have enjoyed it... I mean, you like being around him, don't you?”

“Way more than I should.”

“Then try living in the moment for a while. When it's time to think and make big decisions, you will make them.”

Nodding to yourself, you know she's right. If you keep overthinking, maybe you'll be the one to ruin everything. “You're right...”

“Now, you can either stay there or come with me, Chris and Jason to the mall. What will it be?”

Smiling, you stand up, already moving to chose what to wear.

An hour later you're at Starcourt Mall, completely reformed about a year ago, Monica tells you, after it was destroyed by an explosion. The place is very modern, but it's still very different from those in New York. But you like it, how lit up it is, and crowded. Families, teenagers, and kids, who pass by, running. You take in the lights, the laughers. Monica laughs at something Christopher says, his arms around her shoulders. Jason had to bring his two toddler siblings, so he's walking a few feets away, carrying the two years old Michael on his arms and holding Melanie's hand, who's the five years old.

“Hey. Have you crossed paths with David? After he had his ass kicked?” Chris asks.

“No. And I hope it remains that way.”

“It's a small town, you'll bump into him eventually. But I think he won't bother you anymore.” He says and Monica nods.

“Yeah...”

“You and Billy dating yet?” Jason asks, making it clear he was paying attention.

“Not yet,” Monica answers before you can say anything. Rolling your eyes, you decide not to say argue.

Blushing a little, you touch Billy's earring around your neck. A smile comes to your lips, and you hope he'll be wearing his tomorrow... It's stupid, but it kinda makes you feel closer to him, even though he's not here.

You decide to follow Monica's advice, but you'll still be careful. You can do both.

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I ask you 1, 11, 17, and 30. And also all the others but I'm starting to think that's not the best idea bc maybe it places an unfair burden on the person answering. For this reason I have provided you four. 😂

1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

oh jesus, ok, this one may get long so i'll try to keep it as short as possible

some books: ned vizzini's it's kind of a funny story, ken kesey's one flew over the cuckoo's nest, sylvia plath's the bell jar, inio asano's oyasumi punpun, stephen king's the green mile

some shows: trailer park boys, aqua teen hunger force, jojo's bizzare adventure, spongebob squarepants (seasons 1-3 and the first film)

some movies: fear and loathing in las vegas, spirited away, pokemon the movie 2000, donnie darko, monty python and the holy grail

some musical artists: rush, devin townsend, twrp, carpenter brut, clipping., ashnikko, justice, scala & kolacny brothers, toby fox, zun, and all the music from the game cytus ii

OK that was a lot

11. describe your ideal day.

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i have no idea. i guess a day where i don't have to get up to an alarm clock, play video games, and then maybe go get ramen with the spousal unit for dinner. (replace that with the curry restaurant we love whenever that reopens)

17. would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”?

n-no?? at least, i don't think so! i am very mouthy on here, use a lot of caps, and open and whatnot. and that's definitely how i am internally, like, talking with myself. but i'm severely shy and quiet irl. i don't talk about myself or my interests.

i think it depends on what one considers to be the "real" me: the me who presents to the world who just wishes to not be perceived, or the me that's internal that is loud and expressive and desires attention and connection.

wow this is getting weird ok

30. pick one of your favorite quotes.

"Ashley Katchadorian. You were supposed to be watching the door. You were supposed to be watching the door! Ashley Katchadorian! Do you know what these are, Ashley Katchadorian? These are a little girl's arms. A little girl with dreams, with legs, with a head. She's a pencil. She's a swizzle stick. You can use her as a pool noodle. And now I'm holding up her arms! Arms! I'm holding them because you weren't watching the door. A girl lost her arms, Ashley Katchadorian. A girl lost her fucking arms. Do you not know what has transpired while you were in Pearl Harbor, seeing the fucking Japanese Museum? We had our own Pearl Harbor here today. Oh my god. How could you do this to us? You literally bombed us. Like the Japanese you are. And me, I'm Ben Affleck—and I'm Ben Affleck and I'm holding two fucking girls' arms. And you're Cuba Gooding Jr., disappointing everybody. Live with that!"

(i love the most popular girls in school, but the trisha monologue is the best of the best)

#no worries about asking a bunch of numbers #this was a fun work break lol #ask #ask meme #answered #patchun

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But Who Could Love Me? (Rimmer X Reader) - Chapter 2

A/N: ..........👀

Warnings: Eh not really

Summary: Pretty much just giving Rimmer the love he deserves ☺️

It was no surprise that your new found friendship with Rimmer lead to teasing and wind ups from the rest of the crew but you being you, you took it on the chin. Something Rimmer admired you for.

“So let me get this straight? You’re friends with Rimmer now?” Lister asked, mischief in his voice.

“Is that a problem?” You replied, your eyes not leaving the book in front of you.

“No no...” Lister paused for a second “It’s just a bit weird”

“Well I am weird Listy!” You looked up with a smile.

“Ain’t that the truth” Lister laughed as you stood up “Where is his royal smegness anyway?”

“Working which is more than I can say for you Lister!” You smirked before flicking Listers nose and leaving the room.

“Ow you smegger!” You heard him shout after you.

You knew without putting too much thought into it where Rimmer would be, after all someone had to make sure Red Dwarf was running smoothly and headed in the right direction ...although he may not have been the best choice.

“Good Afternoon” You smiled as you walked into the Dwarfs navigation room, Rimmer quietly making his way through the book he was borrowing from you “Enjoying the book?”

“Well I was until they brought in a love storyline” Rimmer screwed up his nose “What’s wrong with a having a good story without love?”

“Is love really that bad?” You laughed a little as Rimmer’s eyes met you with a dead stare “Anyway...”

“What brings you here?” Rimmer asked putting the book down, maintaining friendships was always a challenge.

“Here, the dumb snack dispenser chucked out two bars when I only paid for one” You smiled as you placed the extra chocolate bar down next to the book followed by some almost inaudible jabbering from the snack machine just outside the door “Now it’s giving me back chat”

You’re little escapade with the snack dispenser brought a small smile to Rimmer’s lips as he let out a soft laugh while the snack machine outside continue to lose it.

“Hey buddy, you chucked out two snacks instead of one not me” You shouted out of the door at the machine.

“You didn’t have to take the second one” The snack machine was clearly up for a fight.

“Shut it or I will unplug you!” You threatened the machine as Rimmer laughed behind you “Am I really about to throw punches with a snack machine?”

“Apparently so” Rimmer smiled, still tickled by your snack fight.

“Well if it keeps you smiling” You shrugged with a smile “So what’s the plan for today?”

“I ...erm ...no plan yet” Rimmer stuttered, it would honestly be a miracle for him to accept your kindness without almost having a full blown panic attack.

“Ok well give me a shout if anything changes, there’s a few things Kryten wants me to take a look at” You smiled as you went to leave.

“Erm I’ve been meaning to ask ...what exactly is it that you do?” Rimmer was generally curious as you had never confirmed exactly what your position on your old ship was but you also couldn’t help but feel that Rimmer also didn’t want you to leave just yet.

“I’m an engineer” You smiled leaning against the door frame.

“What kind of engineer? Snack machines? Drink machines?” Before Rimmer wouldn’t even look at you and now here he is trying to hold a full conversation.

“An engineer engineer, I’m trained to fix anything that’s broken”

“C-can I help?” Rimmer asked innocently.

“I’m sure there’s a chicken soup dispenser that needs fixing somewhere” You smiled with a wink “Come on”

Rimmer didn’t know whether to groan and glare or smile and laugh at your dig, settling with a playful glare and a soft ‘you little smeg’ as you made your way to Kryten.

“So where do you need me to start Krytes?” You asked the mechanoid enjoying mopping the floors of the ship far more than anyone ever should.

“Oh of course, this way ma’am” It was only then when Kryten looked up from the floor he was cleaning that he realized that you wasn’t alone “Excuse me ma’am but are you aware Mr Rimmer is standing behind you?”

“Yes Kryten, he’s going to help me” You laughed as Kryten pulled a face of worry “Don’t worry it’ll be fine Krytes”

“Yes of course, this way” Kryten walked on a head.

“Bloody gimboid!” Rimmer muttered.

“Lister corrupted him, you know he can’t help it” You smiled as Rimmer’s shoulders relaxed and all tension left his body, you clearly had a stronger affect on him than you thought.

“Don’t you need tools?” Rimmer asked, noting your lack of a tool box or trolley.

“Who needs tools when we’ve got Kryten” You smiled as you patted the droid on the shoulder “He is basically a walking multi-tool ...no offense Krytes”

“None taken ma’am ...you are technically correct” Kryten gave you a smile only a droid can give.

“Let’s get fixing shall we?” And with that you took off to fix the many, many issues on Red Dwarf.

A few hours later and you were joined, in Rimmer’s eyes, by an unwanted visitor. Despite working away behind a soup dispenser you knew exactly who it is was without looking.

“What’s going on here then?” You could tell Lister was grinning, making a clear point about you and Rimmer working together “See we don’t even need to set it up anymore”

“Set what up?” Rimmer asked completely blind to what the boys had really been up to the moment you glitched to the ship.

“Just ignore him” You grumbled from behind the dispenser, rattling a pipe “Hey Arnie? Could you move the dispenser nozzle over for me please?”

“Ok” Rimmer replied quick and short as he did as you asked, apart from Kryten as soon as you were joined by either of the remaining crew Rimmer would instantly withdraw, almost too scared to even speak incase Lister would pick him apart or even worse he’d upset you., after all the filter between his brain and his mouth was faulty and he was much more aware of it with you around.

“Perfect!” You smiled at Rimmer from behind the machine as you triggered the machines cleaning system, a projectile wave of old chicken soup chunks covering Lister “Well that might explain why it wasn’t working?”

“YOU BLOODY SMEGHEADS!” Lister stormed off in a huff, presumably to the nearest shower.

“Have fun!” You called down the corridor after him as Rimmer broke into laughter “Two can play that game Listy!”

“Was that actually the problem with it?” Rimmer asked referring to the machine.

“Oh no, as soon as he opened his mouth I thought you know what would make him look better? Old chicken soup chunks!” You laughed as Rimmer looked at you almost in awe.

“You’re perfect” Rimmer let slip as he laughed, catching himself almost instantly attempting to covering it up.

“Arnold?” You replied surprised, for Rimmer that was the last thing you were expecting to escape his mouth.

“The prank!” He stuttered “I meant the prank was perfect”

“Come on, Kryten will almost be ready with dinner” You smiled, sparing Rimmer from more embarrassment than he was already feeling as his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink “I’m starving”

“Erm you’re a hologram, holograms don’t eat?” Rimmer pointed out, his smile slowly returning.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t feel hunger, let’s go!” You smiled as you walked off ahead, a soft chuckle from Rimmer travelled down the corridor.

Arriving back at the crews quarters The Cat and Lister were already digging into their dinner, the usual vindaloo.

“Your dinner ma’am” Kryten smiled as he placed the pasta dish down in front of you.

“Thanks Krytes, it looks great” You grinned at your plate.

“See Listy, I told you other food existed besides vindaloo curry” Rimmer grinned as he sat down at the table continuing on with his book from earlier earning a not so subtle groan from Lister.

“Hey pretty lady” Cat scooted his chair over to you, fluttering his eyelashes.

“Don’t even think about it” The Cat had made it his mission since you got here to try and ‘win you over’ but no matter how many times you turned him down he was reluctant to give up.

“Oh come on” Cat tried again, you noticed Rimmer watching you from the side of his vision behind his book.

“You need to back off before all 9 of your lives flash before your eyes” You said sternly enough that he eventually moved back.

“Obviously you’re not interested in the Cat or Kryten ...so what about me?” Lister looked up from his plate with the devil in his eyes.

“Why has my love life suddenly became topic of discussion?” You sighed as you tried to continue eating, Rimmer had completely stopped reading as he hid behind his book.

“Well would you?” Lister pushed a little more.

“I wouldn’t no” You replied bluntly as a grin formed on Listers face.

“What about Rimmer?” You choked on your pasta as the words left Listers mouth, Rimmer completely frozen behind his book.

“Just because there is a woman on your ship doesn’t mean one of you has to sleep with her?” You shouted as you dropped your fork, a loud clang radiating through the room as the metal hit the plate.

“It’s just hypothetical, you don’t have to date any of us” Lister pointed out.

“Lister shut up!” Rimmer growled, sensing your anger.

“Damn right I don’t” You stood up in a huff “Why do men never think with their brain?”

And with that you stormed out, leaving your dinner unfinished and you not quite sure where you were storming off too.

Realizing the only place you could really escape without being bothered was your room. Asking Holly to lock the door before throwing yourself in your bunk. It’s times like this that made you glad you chose to have your own quarters. Who knows what kind of hell would ensue if you hadn’t? You knew in their minds the boys probably didn’t mean it to be harmless but you weren’t standing for it ...and for that matter neither was Rimmer, it wasn’t much but he did try and get Lister to stop.

After losing yourself in a book for a couple hours you decided to go hunt down a snack machine, after all you had abandoned your dinner earlier. It would be your luck though that you didn’t have enough money on you, your foul mood insisting you take a hit on the snack machine but before you could an arm in a blue sleeve appeared over your shoulder to place a coin into the slot.

“Here” Rimmer said softly but still managing to scare the life out of you ...well metaphorically.

“Bloody hell” You grumbled as you held your chest, you maybe a hologram but holograms could still have heart attacks.

“Sorry I didn’t meant to...” Rimmer panicked.

“It’s fine and thank you, you didn’t have to do that” You managed a smile as your snack hit the bottom of the machine.

“Sorry about earlier” Rimmer’s eyes shot to the floor.

“It wasn’t your fault Arnie?” You looked at him a little sad, he didn’t do anything wrong and yet he was still taking the blame “Please don’t blame yourself”

“If you want I can get Kryten to make you another dinner...” Rimmer started to blabber “It’s not a problem”

“Arnie it’s fine” You smiled, placing your hand on his shoulder and feeling him instantly relax.

“The boys are having a game night, if you want to join?” Rimmer asked

“Erm I think I’ll pass this time” You spoke softly “I’m not really in the mood”

“Yeah me neither ...I best get going though” Rimmer turned to leave.

“You know you don’t have to go to game night...” You hesitated to see if he’d pick up on where you were going.

“What?” Rimmer froze, as far as he was concerned he was dreaming and he’d wake up any moment.

“You’re more than welcome to keep me company for the evening... if you want?” You smiled as Rimmer mulled over your offer “Come on”

You couldn’t help but smile at the sound of the footsteps behind you, pleased that Rimmer had chose the option that would make him happy and instead of going with what everyone else was doing so he didn’t feel left out. Rimmer had only seen your quarters from the door as you swapped over books for him, this time he was actually inside, looking around and taking in all of his surroundings.

“Excuse me while I change” You said calmly.

“Wait what?” Rimmer panicked, completely forgetting in that moment that you were a hologram and only focusing on the ‘change’ part of your sentence.

“Comfies please Hol!” You asked the computer as your blue uniform changed to leggings and an oversized jumper “Ah much better ...maybe you should try changing into something comfier?”

“I don’t think I have anything like that?” Rimmer spoke quietly, you were clearly distracting him.

“Holly, find some comfy clothes for Rimmer please?” You asked Holly again.

“Don’t look!” Rimmer exclaimed.

“What?” You laughed.

“I’m know I’m a hologram but don’t look while I change” Rimmer chuckled.

“Alright fine I won’t look” You laughed as you covered your eyes “Go on Holly!”

“Oh god this feels weird” Rimmer looked over his new clothes, black jogging bottoms and a blue jumper and even you couldn’t deny how soft and sweet he looked as he stood in front of you confused.

“Good weird?” You smiled as you sat down on your bunk.

“Too soon to say” Rimmer was completely occupied by what he was wearing to notice you had sat down.

“Hey Holly, is there anything new to watch?” You asked as Rimmer stood next to your bunk “Well sit down then”

“Are you sure?” It was clear he was nervous, it had been a really long time since he’d had any interaction with the opposite sex and even when he was alive it wasn’t something he was particularly experienced with.

“Yes” You laughed softly as you patted the spot next to you gently “Please sit down”

“You know if the others find us they’ll rinse us?” Rimmer sat down next you cautiously, as far he was concerned this was all some sort of elaborate joke and you were going to walk away or tell him to leave.

“Oh I have a plan don’t worry” You smiled as you looked over at the screen “Holly?”

“Yes Y/N?” Holly replied.

“Could you make sure the door is locked please? ...oh and see if you can get one of the scutters to bring up some snacks too please?” You made your demand, a sweet but nervous smile lighting up Rimmer’s face.

“Bob should be up in a few minutes, shall I tell him to leave your delivery outside the door?” Holly asked.

“You know the drill Hol!” You grinned.

“Something tells me you’ve done this before?” Rimmer raised his eyebrow, his hands resting in his lap.

“Well I need an escape from the rest of you sometimes you know” You teased “Well the other 3 anyway”

“You chose me over them?” Rimmer looked at you confused as the scutter tapped the door outside.

“I suppose I did” You smiled as you went to retrieve the delivery, turning back round to see a smug and rather pleased smile on Rimmer’s face “Hey no need to be a smug git ...or I might have to start calling you Ace?”

“Oi?” Rimmer shot you a glare as you sat back down.

“I’m joking” You laughed a little, picking up the chocolate bar Rimmer had got you earlier, breaking it in half and offering it to him “Here...”

“Erm thanks” Rimmer smiled as he took the offer.

“You’re welcome ...Holly start the film!” You asked the computer and that was it.

From that moment on movie night with Rimmer became a regular thing, you had both agreed not to speak a word to anyone else. After all you didn’t want everyone invading your space and for Rimmer, although he would never admit, he didn’t want to share you with anyone else. Arnold Rimmer was starting to feel something he’d never really felt before.

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