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do i have… Opinions abt the pjo show?? maybe. in private amongst close confidants, i might. but publicly?? as a fan who wants all 5 seasons?? incredible. five shiny stars! the best show i’ve ever fucking seen im showing it 2 everyone i know
#genuinely i do fucking love this show#well. do i.#if i stew on my takes long enough maybe i’ll verbalize them#bc i wanna talk abt what i love abt it too#i just don’t know if i can talk abt them w/o touching on what i think needs improvement#might just wait until the season is over we’ll see#percy jackson tv show#percy jackson#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo tv show#rick riordan#ris raves#pjo show crit
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‘overcoming the dumb blonde stereotype is a core part of annabeth’s character’ no it isn’t, and y’all either haven’t read the books in a long time or are straight up lying. annabeth chase is a child soldier whose character revolves around abandonment/trust issues and the desperate need to prove herself. one of her greatest goals is to build something long-lasting, because after a life of turmoil, she craves stability. her hair had nothing to do with her family conflicts, being homeless and hunted by monsters, or having her found family die or betray her. in camp, she is generally acknowledged and respected as an intelligent, veteran camper from the day percy meets her. none of her actual struggles come from being blonde, so who gives a damn about what her hair looks like as long as she’s annabeth—and based on what we have seen and heard so far, i have full confidence in leah sava jeffries’ ability to be annabeth.
#can y’all leave black girls’ hair alone for three seconds#like do y’all even know how long representation like this has been coming#only to get shallow complaints abt hair color#pjo#annabeth chase#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson#pjo disney+#percy jackson disney+#ris raves
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I love how we digivolve, as long as we’re together 💕
Our styles shift, change, and grow and so does our love for each other.
It’s so incredible to see the gorgeous young person I see you becoming.
And I’m so excited to watch you transform for the rest of my life 🦋🌈💕
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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a wholesome Shigaraki headcannon.
I wanna know how he tells y/n his feelings for them, and the journey of how he developed them. I think it's such a cute idea, and I would love to read your input on it!
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Title: A Villain's Origin of Love
Summary: A short hc of how Shigaraki came to fall in love with you. He was never good with words, and a crush didn't help.
Cw: none
Word Count: 1k
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When you first joined the Liberation, Shigaraki hated you. He figured you were just another fan that would leave the second things became serious, just like they all did. He would observe you from a distance, never even introducing himself to you since he figured it was a waste of time. When you stuck around after a few months, you were already well acquainted with everyone, except for him.
The other members would rave about you, telling him funny things you did and how thoughtful you were of the other members. He knew this, or course; having watched you for the better part of 3 months helped him understand just who you were.
His skepticism started to fade when he saw you helping Toga after a battle. Usually, everyone would patch themselves up, but you jumped in to help her and other members before even helping yourself. He admired your selflessness. Another time, he watched you from behind the door as you were blissfully humming while you patched up Touya’s clothes he had destroyed a day prior. Shigaraki felt something when he saw you in these quiet moments, and he didn’t like the feeling. He felt warm on the inside, something he had never felt before. Surely he was distancing himself enough, so why was he feeling this? Was it some type of quirk you had and didn’t mention?
“Um, Shigaraki sir?” He was taken out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice echoing from the room. When he looked up, he saw you staring at him, a slight smile on your face.
“What are you doing?” He asked, opening the door and stepping towards you.
“Oh, just repairing Dabi’s jacket. Did you need something repaired as well? Or need me for a mission?” You asked.
“N-No, just don’t fuck it up, I don’t want another singed member walking around.” He replied as he quickly left. Shigaraki got back to his room and cursed himself for not taking you up on your offer. He wanted to talk to you, but he was nervous. The leader of the biggest villain organization was nervous to talk to a girl of all things. Not having a reason to talk to you, he looked around his room for something, anything, he could give you to fix, just so he could stay in the room and watch you, at the very least.
After not finding anything, he takes his coat off and rips it apart in several places. Heading back to your room, he hears you talking with someone on the other side of the door. He lost his chance to get you alone to talk to you. He leaves his coat outside your door and decides to take a walk around the base.
It’s been hours and instead of thinking of battle plans, all that fills his mind are thoughts of you. He remembers the day you tried talking to him when you first joined and he ignored you, mentally beating himself up over it. He got to know how kind you were, and as selfish as it was, wanted some of that for himself. He found you pretty too, not that his ego would let him admit that. He started to imagine a life where it was just you and him, living normally amongst society, no villainy, just-
“Shigaraki!”
The sound of your voice made him come to a standstill. Turning around, he saw you running up to him with his coat.
“I finished patching up your coat for you! I saw you left it outside my door,” you tell him.
“Thanks,” he says, hesitant to take it back, scared the conversation might end. “What are you doing right now?”
“Well I just finished with your coat, so nothing, I suppose. Why, did you need something?”
“You’ve been here for a while and I never got the chance to talk to you.”
You smile and start to walk alongside him, “Talk to me about what?”
He sighs, taking his coat, “I don’t know,” he pauses, “just, about you, I guess.” He clears his throat, only being able to stare at the ground.
The two of you talk for hours, walking all around the base as you lose track of time. He got to know more about you, your life before the Liberation, and why you decided to join. It was safe to say he was falling for you, but there was no way he was going to tell you that. Not now, at least.
After that, the two of you became friends, and you would help him with things. In return, you would find little gifts scattered around the base with a poorly written note saying, “for Y/N, from Tomura.” You would always thank him the next time you saw him, and you noticed the way he would look at you with love in his eyes, the shy mannerisms he would display when around you, and you thought it was cute. But lord knows you could never ask the leader of a villain organization to be with you, it was out of line.
Thankfully, Shigaraki was already a step ahead of you. He told you to meet him in his office one night with no other details. Usually, he would talk to you when he saw you, but the whole day he had been ignoring you and avoiding you like the plague. Your mind was filled with anxiety, nervous he would say you did something wrong and exile you out of the Liberation. However, when you knocked on his door that night, he opened it and you saw a teddy bear and heart shaped necklace with an engraved “T” on it in his hands.
“Y/N,” he starts, trying his best to maintain eye contact as his face beamed bright red, “you know I’m not good with words, but.. Do you want to be with me? Be my girlfriend?”
You chuckle at his confession, your face now matching the shade of his. “Yes, Tomura, I thought you would never ask.”
#sfw#shigaraki hc#shigaraki#shigaraki drabble#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki tomura#shigarakiscumdumpwrites#shigarakiscumdumpasks#shigarakiscumdumpanswers
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Hiiiiiiiii !!! First hello glad your reading this, wanted to say, you write absolutely amazing! Love it.
This is a request, hope your interested.
Can you write Chubby Reader x Larissa. Where Reader and Larissa are married and by Larissa efforts ( unprotected shape-shifted sex ) reader gets pregnant. While there’s a parents meeting in the school, (students knows that pregnant Reader & Larissa are married with a baby on there way, parents don’t know.) a single student’s father begins to flirt and try to seduce a 6 month pregnant Reader thinking she’s single. Larissa turns passive aggressive and manages to run the single father away, and showing everyone who Reader belongs too by wrapping a hand around Reader’s swollen middle and resting a hand on Reader beautiful baby bump. In the night in the privacy of their bedroom, Larissa shape-shifted cock pounds Reader’s needy wet cunt, to show her who she belongs to, while gently grasping Reader’s baby bump on her hands and moaning about how gorgeous reader is by being pregnant with her child and how she will keep reader always pregnant. (Can you put Heavy breeding kink, mommy kink, doggy position, cock warming.)
Bump 18+
*Authors note~ i couldn’t seem to fit cock warming in their im sorry! This is one of my favourite tropes though I had a blas writting it*
Trigger warnings~ heavy breeding kink, mommy kink dom l sub r pregnant r shifted dick praise kink worship? Oc jake mentioned
Prompt~see ask^^^^
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Marrying Larissa Weems is nothing short of a dream come true, but carrying her child? Out of this world. By the gift Larissa was bestowed with you were blessed with a beautiful baby girl that you we're currently six months pregnant with. Your little Arwen Saige would be here soon, the students of Nevermore were all buzzing at the prospect of a new arrival, they even went as far to throw a little baby shower last weekend. It was adorable and such a surprise for you and Larissa. You'd have to remember to thank Enid for that day.
This weekend was parent's weekend so you made sure to adorn a lose fitting dress to conceal your beautiful bump just enough to make it slightly less noticeable to the parents. It went smoothly at the start, parents weren't really taking much notice of the potions teacher, Larissa did her speech before settling down at the table with you and some students who's parents didn't come to see them. It was sad but some of the students had been at this very same table since their first year and had got use to the disappointment but some were new and fresh faced, and struggling to understand what was happening now. The look of abandonment fresh in their eyes alongside poorly hidden tears.
When it came to mingling you were immediately caught in a conversation with Jakes dad about how his grades were poor. Truly he should be doing better than he was but he was a very complicated young man and you knew his mental health was struggling. He mentioned the recent death of his late wife and how Jake needed a mother figure. Jake did nothing but rave about you and apparently that made you a prime candidate.
Larissa couldn't help herself, she noted the way he looked at you. Her wife. Like you were free and claimable, you were not. You are hers. She immediately came to stand behind you and place her hands on your baby bump, moving the clothing to show the bump more defined. A simple kiss to your cheek, and a gentle rub to the bump as Arwen kicked her other mothers hand. With a sickly sweet smile, Larissa managed to tear you away from his preying eyes, guiding you away with her hands on your bump showing everyone who's you both were.
The rest of the day went smoothly, you sticking with Larissa as she placed her hand on your stomach whenever she could, a soothing measure. As soon as you both retired to your bedroom Larissa was on you instantly, her lips making home on your neck and leaving purple blemishes in their wake. "Ris" you whined tilting your head back to give her more skin to work on. You're pregnancy hormones had been wild recently, alongside cravings. But this, the need to be taken by her over and over again. An insatiable desire for her to help you. "Ris please please I need you" you whimpered with need as you moved her hand off the bump and to your needy core as best as as you could do. "Okay darling, I know love. Mommy's gonna fix it baby, gonna stuff your needy cunt with cum until it can't hold anymore" she purred while shifting her anatomy.
"Mommy" you mewled feeling it pressing into your body as she tore through the clothing creating a barrier between both of you. That was how you found yourself on your back Larissa mercilessly pounding into your absolutely soaked cunt walls. One hand on the mattress to hold herself up while the other hand caressed where Arwen laid. Her mouth working on showering your swelling breasts with love and attention, taking extra care as you were feeling sensitive these days. "Mommy! God mommy I god fuck" you whimpered as the head of her dick bumped against your cervix repeatedly.
"God, the way you're gripping me darling, can't wait to fill you up with my cum. You're so beautiful like this. All round and full of our child. Gonna stuff you full with my cum. You're always gonna feel me inside you baby. Gonna keep you pregnant with my children forever. God these breasts, the way they got bigger as you prep for our Awren" she panted and moaned with the labour of her thrusts. With your heightened sensations due to your hormones, it wouldn't take much more to having the coil snapping and throwing you into pools of ecstasy. The same process happened time and time again in different positions, Larissa’s favourite was you on your hands and knees as she supported your bump.
You came with her hand caressing your stomach as your fluttering walls clamped down around her shaft which triggered her own climax. Larissa's warm white spurts of cum painting your walls white. One thing pregnancy had done for you meant your orgasms were that much more overwhelming now but also you became sensitive quicker. "Mommy, no more please no more" you whined causing Larissa to hush you as she worked you both down and cleaned you both up. Truthfully she could've gone round after round with you but not wanting to hurt you or Arwen she happily settled between your legs to place sweet little kisses on your bump. "Hi baby girl, mommy loves you wen wen, so so much. You're gonna be the most beautiful baby every darling, gonna take after your momma."
Arwen choose that moment to kick you stomach, where Larissa's lips had just pressed. "Oh you cheeky little monkey. "We love you so much Wen now you be a good girl and not keep momma up tonight my darling" she murmured before she gave your daughter one more kiss goodnight. "Ris?" You whimpered, "I uh um I'm craving orange sorbet." Larissa chuckled and moved to grab a cover, "right away my queen, we must give our princess what she requires."
Word count~ 1205
#anon answered#v3nusxsky answers#fanfic#anon requested#principal larissa weems x reader#principal larissa weems#larissa x you#larissa weems#larissa weems x reader#larissa x reader#larissa weems smut#principal weems#weems#weems x reader
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Day 3 of TOTA Takeover, dedicated to Eddie McKenna. He’s such a perfect avatar for the overarching theme of the show: the fine line between being seen as “mad” or “sane” by society, and he brilliantly subverts so many uncomfortable tropes in which characters have to spend their whole arcs learning to treat mentally ill people like human beings.
As a note: I am not Scottish, or even British, and my familiarity with Scottish English as a dialect is passing. I’ve tried very hard to do my research regarding word choice and phrasing, as well as trying to synthesize the show’s dialogue style as effectively as possible. I hope it comes across alright.
Warning: this ficlet contains brief references to suicide, as well as ableism/some ableist language.
“You really mean what you said earlier?” Eddie Mckenna asks in the half-second silence where Campbell pauses for breath for the first time in what feels like twenty minutes. He’s expounding on some bizarre theory about musical genres that Eddie doesn’t quite follow, but that’s either brilliance or lunacy. Or maybe it’s both. Probably it’s both.
“Mean what?” The kid looks half-stunned at being interrupted, as if the question has jarred him out of a trance of some kind.
“That I’m not a patient, but I ought to be.” He keeps his tone purposefully light, but it’s hard not to over-analyze the statement. Sure, he likes the occupants of St. Jude’s well enough, but he’s not sure how to take the statement that he ought to be one.
“Oh, aye!” Campbell’s expression changes to a familiar thousand-watt grin, and his head bobs on his slender shoulders.
“Right, thanks for that.”
“I didnae say it was a bad thing. Non-loonies are boring, but not Ready Eddie Mckenna!” He says the name with such a flourish, waving his hands as though conducting a silent orchestra, that it manages to make Eddie crack a grin in spite of himself.
“Still, it’s no what everyone wants to be told, Campbell.”
“And why not? History’s greats were all loonies!”
“Not all—”
“Ernest Hemingway.”
“Aye—”
“Sylvia Plath—”
“Aye, but—“
Warming to his topic now, the lad crows, “Vincent Van Gogh!”
“Campbell, all of those people topped themselves.”
“Well,” he says as if it’s a minor quibble, “alright, but you’ve got to admit they’re remembered.”
“For topping themselves.”
“Look, I’m no saying to top yourself, just saying that loonies have got home team advantage when it comes to self-expression and making ourselves heard.”
“So you’re calling me a loony for wanting to be a DJ?”
“I’m calling you a loony for selling double-glazing when you’ve got what it takes to be a brilliant DJ!”
“What, insanity?”
“Exactly!” Campbell punches the air in triumph.
“Only clearly I’m no a loony, because I’m no a patient.” He knows it is the wrong thing to say as soon as he says it, but at least when Campbell’s eyebrows arch upwards, it’s in amusement and not offense.
“You’ve met Stuart and you still think all loonies are inside?” He asks, giggling at his own joke. “Apparently I was a loony before I got banged up here, and for certain I’ll be one by the time they decide to let me go. You’re just as mad as me, Eddie.” It’s said with genuine appreciation for the craft of being a stark raving lunatic.
“And you told me once that Nana was as sane as you.” Eddie doesn’t like to think of Nana too much. He still sees her about town, huddled under overhangs, drinking vodka or whiskey to keep warm. He always tries to give her whatever extra cash he’s got in his pockets (never much), and he’s tracked down an English to Latvian dictionary, but it’s slow going.
“Well, she is. She’s just as sane as me and you’re just as loony.”
“That disnae make any sense.”
“I haven’t got to make sense, Eddie. I’m off my head.”
On the topic of madness, Campbell’s been wearing a Cheshire Cat grin throughout the whole conversation, and it makes it impossible for Eddie to tell if he’s joking. He has the uncomfortable feeling that he isn’t. He has the uncomfortable feeling that while he may not be right, he isn’t wrong, either. The lad seems to read his thoughts.
“For what it’s worth, Eddie: I like you as a loony.”
And, because it’s one thing he does know for certain: “I like you too, Campbell.”
#takin over the asylum#TOTA takeover#tota#eddie mckenna#campbell bain#tota fanfic#takin’ over the asylum
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beginnings of a bodyguard soap after the gunshot. Thinking about this soap as being a lot more unhinged in a violent way asides from his coping mechanisms. Toxic yaoi realness. Unedited and unscottifed, pre reader too.
I’m not really trying to portray it super realistically so that’s a disclaimer too. He’s just got Serious mentoil ishewes. Little nsfw
The call is a relief, straight from heaven. It’s six months after he ditched rehab, the itch under his skin only intensifying every soft, friendly smile the nurses gave him. The exercises they made him do did nothing to quell the familiar ache in his fingers, the need to feel a weapon at his hip, the aching lack of adrenaline piecing together an explosive with his goddamn team at his hip and an objective up ahead and just to the left.
Violently, he hates Makarov. He thought he couldn’t have hated the man more but Soap teaches himself of new lows he can sink to, when his wrath simmers and rots in the hot wet recesses of his shattered, ragged mind. There’s a new beast slithering under his skin, it’s been prodding at his head, his bones, tugging his mind into misty, red places. He woke up differently after the surgery, sharpened and dulled. A shattered blade, dangerously useless,some faulty weapon that’s as liable to hurt himself than to hurt others.
Ghost appears after he leaves rehab.
He hadn’t heard a single word from the bastard, enigmatic as always. He had spent nights wishing, aching for the man as he’s dragged out to pathetically lean on a walker and do breathing exercises. His gloves fist in Johnny’s hair was soothing before, the way he tugged and twisted his excitability into fuzzy calm and beat obedience down into his bones like something he craved. Soap sat up at nights thinking about what Ghost could do with him now and he raved, bit and hissed at the utter lack of him in his life. He glared at shadows, tore up his pillows with his teeth and thought wildly about tracking him down, following old paths to find Price because where Price was Ghost followed and taking a gun to both of their heads.
Ghost turns up at his door like some stray animal, sauntering in like he owns it. Soap nearly attacks him before he’s tugged, harshly, off balance, still swimming and struggling to aim with his new lack of depth perception. Ghost reminds him sharply that he, by proxy, does own the place and he’s not at all happy about how slovenly Soap has been living, how he’s let the rot in his head spread. Ghost is worse than rehab, harsher, tough on Soap as he forces him to exercise. It’s exactly what he needs and he spits at him and thanks him like he’s at church. He vanishes again, after, coming and going as he pleases.
Soap only finds it more unbearable. Days are unending now, when he struggled to feed himself he at least had an adversary to claw at, even if it was himself. Now he has dull days of standing in his kitchen and staring at nothing, working basic labor jobs just to bleed the energy out of his body so he doesn’t smash every mirror in his house and set the block on fire. He wants to knock his house down, tear it apart, but he’s afraid they’ll just be another identical one standing behind it, matryoshka dolls.
Before the gunshot, sometimes he’d scout bars. Find uptight arseholes, snipe at them royally. Drag them into short grapples, arm wrestles, just get them kicked out laughing.
He goes to a bar and he leaves the alleyway beside it with his knuckles aching, one misaligned. His hands are bloody and he taps the shoulder of some waif flowing out of the bar, who startles, staring at him with wide eyes like he’s some creature. He instructs her to call the police and vanishes, not a thought in his mind to pause and see if the bleeding lump he left behind is still breathing or not.
Ghost shows up two nights later and chokes him, shoves his dick down Soap’s throat and fucks him with two fingers, unerringly hitting his prostate until he’s crying into his pillow. He’s gone when the sun rises and there’s a sketchbook in his place. He snaps all the pencils in the house in half, but after an hour he’s apologetically, shamefully, standing in a Walmart buying a pack of colored ones. Ghost doesn’t miss, doesn’t stay a second longer than he needs to brand himself into Soap’s life. Flashes of guidance, tugging of the leash. It soothes him and then rankles him in turns and Soap turns this around and around in his head and can’t quite understand it. He doesn’t understand a lot about himself lately.
The call comes six months after he ditches, after four visits from Ghost. It’s Price and he nearly drops the phone.
Ghost ticks him off on his good days. He loved him, loves him, but even before Johnny had felt that inicessent drive to ruffle his feathers, to drag his attention onto him with sharp words and disobedience.
Price’s tone is calm, even, like he’s issuing a mission just like normal and Soap is rapt. He nods along to half of the call before he even remembers to listen to any of it. Price is telling him Ghost has been in touch, which doesn’t need to be said, talking about Soap’s recovery. He thinks about the sketchbook in his nightstand, pages of blood and gore and guns and sunrises and sheep and flowers, page of one, page of the next, like some kind of fucked up flip book. Sane, insane, sane, insane, violent, calm, violent, it’s a jeopardy wheel spinning inside his head.
#soap#soap x reader#cod#.bark#cod x reader#writing#He is. The kind of guy to crack jokes while thinking maybe I’ll let that guy I see with a knife cut you just a bit#Just so you’ll like me more and maybe I’ll get a chance to put my fingers in the cut and watch you cry. While like making bad dad jokes#Awful!!
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shrampin' it wednesday and by it i mean. the clock.
bonus crab rave bring crabs to the yard say damn right theyre better than yours damn ri
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Part 12
Warnings: Homecoming. They say I love you.
Homecoming was next month which passed in no time. “Mother! Mother!” “Yes my Daughter.” “I need your help. I can't pin this! Stupid Flower.” With a warm laugh Romanda steps into Shuri’s room as she gets ready for the dance. “You look Amazing my Dove.” Romanda pins Shuri’s boutonnière with no trouble. Shuri blushes, her Mother is her best friend and so to have her home for this occasion means a lot.
“Mother, thank you for coming home for this. I know the conference was important.” “Nothing is more important than YOU. Meeting the famous Riri Williams was enough for me to fly home also.” Both of them laugh as Shuri is now fully dressed. Riri is to arrive soon with her Mother and Sister to meet Romanda and allow the girls to take photos. Shuri is in a deep red velvet blazer that perfectly matches the tone of Ri’s gown. Underneath she has a black turtleneck paired with black flare dress pants. She has on gold accent jewelry she has on severals rings and ear cuffs. Her newest set of bottom row grills and two small rope chains. She decided to wear very light makeup to highlight her eyes. She also has one of her nail’s painted to match Riri's; it's one of their things.
The relationship has matured since the whole internet issue. As a couple they promised to communicate openly and honestly about everything. Meaning the good, bad and ugly. They call them “truth truth” moments and it allows them to be completely vulnerable with no judgment.
Rohan announces the arrival of the Williams family from the foyer. Romanda quickly moved to meet them to allow Shuri a reveal. “Hello, welcome Ronise and Sharon. I have heard such wonderful things about you.” They all hug and get acquainted as the girls are being photographed separately.
“Hi Romanda, thank you for the warm welcome, your home is so beautiful. Please call me Ronnie.” “I can do that and thank you so much. I appreciate that. From what I hear your home is better.” Ronnie and Romanda joke. “Oh please, she just likes the supply of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She swears they are world famous.” Sharon quips. “That sounds like my daughter for sure.”
After a few separate shots Rihanna and Shuri come from either end of the landing. Seeing each other for the first time they have to do a double take. Riri in her dress with her hair flawlessly braided and styled up. Her skin glows the same hues as the gold jewelry she is wearing. One or two of the ear cuffs she has on maybe Shuri’s. Her makeup is immaculately done to highlight her high cheeks and gorgeous eyes. She stands a little taller in her heels giving her legs the illusion of being longer peeking from the slit.
“Baby you look astounding.” The statement was matter of fact for everyone to hear. Shuri leans over to whisper in her ear next. With a hand low on her back. “Sexy too.” “You are stunning yourself.” Riri affirms in a soft tone and sultry smirk. Staring at Shuri’s lips but keeping in mind they have to keep it G. No one else in the room matters if you ask Shuri but she respects that there is a time and place. They stage a few more shots together like the placing of the corsage and some really lovely shots. All being documented by the photographer.
They descend the stairs and allow Romanda and Riri to meet formally. Shuri greets Ronnie and Sharon with long hugs. Their connection was instant after they met. “Rihanna, you are a work of art.” Romanda beams, embracing Riri in a hug herself. “It is so nice to finally meet you.” “You also Miss.Scientist extraordinaire. My Dove never stops raving about you so I had to make the point to be home for this. It is an honor.” “Dove?” Riri is inquisitive about the nickname. “It stands for Dear Love. I have called her that since she was a baby.” Ri grins. “I love that! The honor is mine. Meeting the woman responsible for Shuri is a Queen in my eyes.” “I thank you for that but Shuri is her own person. Headstrong and stubborn you are the only one Dear Heart who calms her.” Ri can’t believe her ears. This is a beautiful first meeting.
Not too long after the chatter dies down. Shuri and Riri leave to enjoy their night. The curfew is set a little later than normal which they are grateful for. Shuri takes a hold with Riri’s hand as she drives, lacing their fingers as the car speeds forward.
“My Mother was so impressed with you today. I am excited you got to meet her.” Shuri kisses the back of Ris' hand. “I’m glad Daddy. She's so easy to talk to. We spoke about you, then school and stuff.” “Oh yea? What did you say about me?” Rubs her thumb across the palm of Ris hand “I mentioned you snore when you nap together. I asked her why?”
“You did not.” “No I didn't. I just said that I was glad to meet the woman responsible for you. But she told me that she was just a guide. You are uniquely you. Which makes sense now.” “Hey now you like this unique me.” Sighing playfully “I do. I suppose.”
Shuri parks the car and makes her way over to open the door helping Riri out of the car. Several classmates ooh and ahh at them. The public opinion has swayed needless to say. They stop for the cheesy school picture and they go on to do some dancing.
MJ finds them with some random guy in her heels. “Hey Y’all. I want you to meet Peter.” “Greetings, all.” “Pete, can I have some punch?” Peter turns to leave for the errand leaving MJ. “He’s cute, MJ. You two look good together Friend.” Riri chimes in. “No it’s you two looking almost royal to me. Shuri your cousin is going to have to do my prom dress. Her work is so well done.”
“I will let her know M. But what is the word on the rumor mill about tonight’s prom court nominations?” “I am so glad you asked Friend. Tonight you and Miles Mason are on the King short list. Your Princess is on the Queen list with Tiana Thomas. This is an easy win for you all but we will see.” “I will be glad with whatever result M.” The music changes to slower songs.
Snooze starts to play over the speakers. Taking Shuri’s hand, Riri leads her to the floor and dances slowly face to face. Ri has her hands around Shuri’s neck. While Shuri’s arms are wrapped around her lower back. They breathe deeply and smell nothing but each other. “This is perfect. Thank You Baby..” Shuri runs her hands up Ris back some. “Baby why are you thanking me?” “For this amazing year. You didn’t have to be with me.” “I love you Rihanna so there is no one I would rather be with.”
Did she just say she LOVES ME? Riri runs her hands down Shuri’s back looking into her eyes. “I love you too.” They dance the remainder of the night holding onto the moment.
@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @shuriris-stuff @dominiquesheart
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HELLO RI
I PROPOSE TO YOU THE QUESTION OF THE CENTURY…
Who’s your favorite character in stardew valley??? Or are you more about the farm life instead?
Personally I’m planning to date everyone at once just to see what happens ((I like to live on the edge ahaha 😎😎😎
GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET DAWNIE!!
MY FAV IS SEBASTIAN, WE HAVE A BABY ON MY MAIN SAVE FILE!! ON MY SECOND ONE (BEACH FARM OH YEAH OH YEAH) IM IN THE PROCESS OF PULLING SAM!!
IM BLOODY RAVING ABOUT THE 1.6 UPDATE FR (also I WAS WONDERING THE OTHER DAY WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I JUST STARTED TALKING TO MORE OF THEM LIKE CAN I PULL THEM ALL???)
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look obviously i don’t know the guy but i feel like 2009 rick riordan would fist fight 2024 rick riordan
#or at least send him a strongly worded email like he did to the production of the movies#my man you already wrote the story#the movies committed the sin of sexing up his children’s story#now the show is committing the sin of removing the story’s spirit#if that sounds dramatic to you. same but once i thought about it? yeah.#i rly fucking hope disney is more to blame than rick but the show is not automatically above criticism bc rick is involved#and i am just being silly with this post but i am itching to post my own critiques#i have been rb’ing critiques i agree with so i won’t repeat those but i have points of my own to make#percy jackson#pjo#pjo tv show#pjo show crit#percy jackson disney+#percy jackson and the olympians#rick riordan#ris raves
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about!
i’m iris! i’m 19, a writer, autistic, bisexual, and chronically ill (with chronic lyme disease + co-infections)
this is an 18+ blog! even tho i will occasionally post abt fandoms like percy jackson that has a younger audience, i want to clarify—i don’t expect people to check a stranger’s blog every time they reblog from me, so i’m comfortable with minors interacting on those specific percy jackson posts, i am NOT comfortable with minors following me. some of my other posts/reblogs are 18+ (there will be titty/gore) and i check followers—if i see or suspect you are a minor following me, i will soft block and hard block if not respected. i keep it pg for percy jackson but no promises for anything else, so take this as a content warning, though for the most part it’s just dick jokes and the occasional post that has some adult takes.
this blog is for my special interests! being on the spectrum, i’ll reblog and post about the following:
percy jackson and the olympians
spider-man (specifically the amazing spider-man, spider-verse, and the comics, i am not an mcu fan)
batman/batfam (mostly but not exclusively the wayne family adventures webtoon and the batman 2022)
star wars (mostly but not exclusively the prequels era like clone wars and the bad batch, but i’m also a big fan of the mandalorian. not a sequels fan)
dinosaurs/prehistoric life
mermaids and other creatures
i’ll also post about my own original writing and ocs if the fancy strikes (unlikely, but writing/ocs are another special interest), and reblog my friends’ writing, queer posts/art, social/political commentary posts, and aesthetic shit as i see fit.
basically this is an autism scrapbook.
tags i use! (still updating lol but i try to stay organized)
ris raves (my original posts)
wlw, sapphic, mlm, queer, bi4bi
18+, nudity, mild nudity, gore, body horror
social/political commentary
aesthetic
christmas (for aesthetics)
halloween (for aesthetics)
dinosaurs, prehistoric life
mermaids, selkies, vampires, werewolves
autism, actually autistic, ND, neurodivergent, disability, disabled, chronic illness, chronically ill, chronic lyme disease (i will also never reblog anything with pictures of ticks bc i personally find them revolting)
batman, batfam, the batman 2022 (i also tag individual characters, including jason todd, bruce wayne, tim drake, dick grayson, damian wayne, cassandra cain, duke thomas, stephanie brown, etc and also their aliases)
percy jackson and the olympians, pjo, percy jackson disney+, the lightning thief, the sea of monsters, the titan’s curse, the battle of the labyrinth, the last olympian (and individual characters including percy jackson, annabeth chase, etc)
spider-man, spider-verse (and individual characters such as miles morales, peter parker, peter b parker, gwen stacy, spider-gwen, etc)
star wars, star wars prequels, the mandalorian, the clone wars, tcw, the bad batch, tbb, star wars rebels, tales of the jedi (and individual characters such as obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, ahsoka tano, captain rex, grogu, din djarn, etc)
#ris raves#about page#i’ll add a read more thingy later rn i’m on mobile and i forget how 2 do it here
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And time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I’m getting older too 🦋🧿🌈💕
I promise Val and I put on our masks before going inside!
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L.S. Dunes have announced a North American summer tour
“Beat the heat and trip out with LSD this summer!” encourages drummer Tucker Rule of L.S. Dunes’ newly-announced live dates…
May 9, 2023
Words: Emily Carter
Photo: Nick Demarais
As well as playing several dates on the upcoming Sad Summer Fest, L.S. Dunes have announced their own headline run.
The band – guitarists Frank Iero and Travis Stever, vocalist Anthony Green, bassist Tim Payne and drummer Tucker Rule – will be hitting the road across North America in July and August, kicking things off after Sad Summer at Toronto’s The Opera House and wrapping up at The Garden Amphitheatre in Garden Grove, California.
“Lost Souls!” begins Tucker. “Beat the heat and trip out with LSD this summer! Comin’ to a city near you!”
Tickets go on general sale at 12pm local time this Friday, May 12.
Catch L.S. Dunes at the following:
May
28 Atlantic City, NY – Adjacent Music Festival
July
6 Jacksonville, FL – Sad Summer Fest
7 Clearwater, FL – Sad Summer Fest
9 Nashville, TN – The Basement East
11 Portsmouth, VA – Sad Summer Fest
12 Baltimore, MD – Sad Summer Fest
13 Toronto, CAN – The Opera House
15 Providence, RI – The Strand
17 New York NY – Irving Plaza
20 Pittsburgh, PA – Mr. Smalls Theatre
21 Cincinnati, OH – Bogart's
22 Detroit, MI – Saint Andrew's Hall
24 Milwaukee, WI – The Rave Bar
25 Des Moines, IA – Wooly's
26 Omaha, NE – The Waiting Room
28 Fort Collins, CO – Washington's
30 Boise, ID – Knitting Factory
August
1 Portland, OR – Crystal Ballroom
2 Seattle, WA – The Showbox
6 Los Angeles, CA – The Fonda Theatre
9 San Francisco, CA – The Fillmore
11 Garden Grove, CA – The Garden Amphitheatre
#frank iero#ls dunes#tim payne#tucker rule#travis stever#anthony green#nick demarais#april 2023#2023#may 9 2023#may 2023#kerrang magazine
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Queria contar um testemunho
Antes de me converter eu beijava imagens de santas e fazia pedidos a gessos , eu também vivia na fornicação , fui a bailes funks e raves em favelas usei drogas , pedia pra pessoas aleatórias na rua comprar bebidas alcoólicas pra mim pois eu ainda não tinha 18 anos, na minha cabeça eu era feliz e tava deboa . Mas aí eu conheci uma menina numa igreja evangélica que eu fui por pressão de uma amiga “chata” minha kk que era crente e brigava com os professores em sala de aula pra defender a fé dela (eu achava que ela era meio louca mas achava bonito ao mesmo tempo essa convicção que ela tinha ) enfim conheci essa moça e ela falou pra mim “um dia vc vai servir a Deus” e eu ri dela , a bonita pegou meu numero de telefone e vivia me convidando pra ir pra culto , eu nunca ia e ela vivia mandando mensagens de Deus no meu WhatsApp e eu nem respondia e ela dizia que orava e jejuava por mim pq enchergou potencial em mim e que Deus mostrou pra ela que eu ia servi a Ele , minha vontade era bloquear ela mas apenas ignorava sabe , um dia eu briguei com ela e eu falei “ para de enche o saco eu já tenho fé e sou uma boa pessoa e gosto da minha santa (aparecida)” , ela plena continuo orando e jejuando por mim por muito tempo , 1 ano e meio depois eu me converti, Jesus me convenceu do meu pecado e eu o conheci , abandonei tudo desfiz amizades , rompi um namoro e hoje faz 7 anos que sirvo a Deus pq um dia uma pessoa não desistiu de orar e jejuar pela minha alma e hoje eu sou completamente grata pela vida dela , moramos longe mas ainda temos contato .
Enfim, minha história é bem mais longa mas fica um aprendizado aqui , a insistência funciona kk sua oração e dedicação por uma alma vai valer a pena.
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waves at 🌫️ !!! do you have any names, pronouns, or titles based off Miku or Rin ??? (( /nf 2 do all of them of course )) -💌
Ohh yes i do have pronouns actually! (they're in my work in progress vocaloid/utau bulk neopronoun list!) but you can have what ive got early :)
Pronouns;
[Hatsune Miku] Mi/Miku/Mikuself, Blu/Blue/Blueself, Ti/Tie/Tieself, Wor/Worl/Worldself, Prin/Princ/Princesself, Di/Div/Divaself, Wi/Fi/Wifiself, Cy/Cya/Cyanself
[Rin & Len] Ri/Rin/Rinself, Len/Lens/Lenself, Yel/Yello/Yellowself, Bow/Bows/Bowself, Ba/Na/Nanaself, Sai/Sail/Sailorself, Twi/Twin/Twinself, Ref/Refl/Reflectself, Dop/Dopl/Doppleself, Pai/Pair/Pairself, Duo/Duos/Duoself
Names (some of these are based off songs);
Miku - Sand, Ghost, Alien, 404, Micah, Mika, Moth, Mira, Muna, Moon, Leika, Fumiko, Niko, Chieko, Emiko, Kairi, Sakura, Leek, Scally (Like Scallion), Cyan, Sky, Azure, Sapphire, 01
Rin - Ren, Renee, Rad, Rave, Ruin, Rot, Pin, Riot, Aiko, Rei, Aiyo, Mana, Haruka, Ren, Jini, Kiyoka, Queen, Merigold/Marigold, Ribbon, 02
[Thank you so much to @psithgrim and @darkweb-xenogenders for help coming up with names!]
Titles;
The Program, The Idol, The Singer, The Melody, The Musician, The Voice, The Android, The Bot, The Electric One, The Online One, The Digital, The Virtual One, The Tuned One, The Instrument, The Player, The Twin, The Reflection, The Sailor, The Dancer
here ya go!
#‹ 📞 › .. Caller ;; Letters#‹ 📻 › .. Your Host ;; DJ Disc#neopronouns#neopronoun help#nounself pronouns#vocaloid pronouns#vocaloid titles#vocaloid names
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