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adorethedistance · 1 year

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Birthday Girl (2) - Hughes!Reader x Trevor Zegras

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Warnings: swearing, teasing, embarrassment, etc.

Words: 1173

Summary: Your birthday celebration is under threat by the impending doom that is Trevor Zegras's presence.

A/N: It’s here already I know how crazy!

“Moooomm!” I sing as I enter the house, relieved to be home after a long day of school. Bliss is truly temporary as all of the guys come galavanting into the house behind me and Chelsea. Rounding the corner into the kitchen, I find mom prepping some drinks for her and dad.

“My darling girl!” she joins into my song before hugging me, speckling kisses on my scrunched face. When she sees Chelsea, she welcomes her with open arms, placing a kiss on top of her head. My mom has loved both of my friends as she’s watched us grow. After she placed a kiss on each of our heads, she releases us to greet Jack. He receives her affection shyly, kissing her cheek before she pats his shoulder. Jack then moves aside to let her see, “Trevor!”

“Ellen!” He smiles the widest smile ever and gladly receives her hug. Mom seems like she couldn’t be happier to reciprocate and the moment gives me butterflies. Butterflies that I immediately have no choice but to exterminate with a power washer. I’m no fool. This is just another one of his tricks. He’s not even that charming. Mom is probably just pretending so he doesn’t feel left out or something.

“So good you’re all here. Quinn is on at four but you girls can have the TV after,” she says as she goes back to pouring the last of the drinks she had mixed for her and dad.

“Oh shoot, I forgot he was playing tonight,” I confess with a small laugh and a guilty expression.

“Y/n!” Mom scolds from her path around the kitchen.

“Oh shoot!” Luke mocks me in an exagerated cartoon-ish voice.

“Aw shucks!” I whine to keep the joke going, causing both em and Luke to laugh..

“Dang flabbit!” Jack escalates which makes Luke and I burst out laughing, meanwhile Chelsea, mom, and Trevor look on together. Mom looks with pride but both of our friends with the utmost disdain. Then, I shrug off my bag and winter coat so I can begin to prep snacks for me and Chelsea.

“What? I’ll tell him right now, it’s no big deal, mooooomm,” directed at my mother as I retrieve my phone from my backpack’s pocket. Mom doesn’t look pleased with the disrespectful tone.

“I’m joking.” I quickly jump in to clarify.

Y/n/n 😴: totally forgot you were playing tonight ! I’m a terrible person :D

Quinner 💙: I am wounded

Y/n/n 😴: cry about it

Quinner 💙: lol

Y/n/n 😴: good luck quinner 💙💚

Quinner 💙: I was waiting for your message Quinner 💙: Thank you lucky charms 🍀🎩

Y/n/n 😴: 🫡

Quinner 💙: Gtg. Love ya kiddo

Y/n/n 😴: love ya

“There. Done.” I declare before setting my phone on the counter.

“Dad and I will be down here so just holler if you need anything,” mom says, mostly to our friends, before she goes around to give one more kiss to each of her kids, leaving the five of us in the kitchen. I grab the last two Honeycrisp apples from the fridge, while minding my own business when Luke appears behind me and reaches over my head to grab a gatorade from the top shelf. Luke is growing taller than me with each and every day and that motherfucker will find any way to flaunt it.

“Bro, can you wait until I’m not basically inside the fridge to get somehting?” He holds up his hands in obviously insincere defense. I love my baby brother but he’s nothing if not the master of pushing my buttons. The only other person who has him beat is standing idly in the kitchen, looking on as Jack retreats to the bathroom.

“I’m just getting one thing!” Luke complains defiantly, before going to join mom and dad in the den for Quinn’s game. Asshole.

“Hey, y/n?” I hear from the entryway.

“Yeah?” I ask Chelsea who is patiently waiting for my attention. She strains as she tries to hold on to all the different things she brough over for the sleepover.

“I’m gonna go set up my stuff in your room,” Chelsea says as a statement rather than a request for permission.

“Well, fine then. Be that way!” I jokingly get upset at her. She breathes a small laugh before ascending the stairs with measured steps.

“Bye,” She argues back over the banister before leaving to go to my room. We pretend to have a staredown as she walks by and when she disappears down the hall, I turn around to find I’ve been left in the kitchen alone with Trevor. God, no, please. Not this. Not now.

“So, you gonna watch the game with them?” he asks, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen that leads to the entryway. I snort a laugh and mumble a reply,

“Hard pass.” As if he didn’t know.

After a moment of silence, Trevor doesn’t seem ready to give up this round of cat and mouse. Pushing off the doorway with his forearm, he makes his way over to where I’m standing, while peeling the apples before I can begin slicing them. He doesn’t say anything at first. He just looks at my face. Trevor’s eyes are piercing, begging me for just a scrap so he can eat me alive. I ignore him for as long as I possibly can until he dips his head to be eye level with me. Once he’s certain he’s got my attention, he speaks up,

“I’m sorry if what I said in the car made you uncomfortable.”

Wait, what?

“It’s never my intention to embarrass you.” Trevor lowers himself to rest his elbows on the counter top. Peering up at me through thick lashes, Trevor holds my gaze for as long as I can possibly manage. He brazenly drops a hand to take a slide of the apple I had finished cutting up. Lifting it slowly to his mouth, he bites off a small piece slowly, pensively.

“I didn’t think you were,” I distractedly mutter the words, captivated by his every move. Trevor leans in. My shallow breaths are the only thing I have to ground myself in the moment. With his lips by my ear he whispers,

“It’s so fun to see you flustered.” Trevor then pulls away from my ear just enough to look me in the eyes. He searches, scanning for any sign of my usual resistance, and when he doesn’t find it, he leans back with a satisfied smirk. “Hm,” he hums victoriously. Biting off another tantalizing piece of the apple slice, Trevor retreats from the kitchen and heads up to Jack’s room. The movement is perfectly timed as Jack exits the bathroom. He clocks his friend heading up the stairs and jumps right into conversation, following Trevor up to his room most likely.

I’m relieved Jack didn’t pay any mind to where I stood in the kitchen, frozen, and undeniably smitten with Trevor Zegras.

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A/N: For anyone who cares: I plan on writing a part three and I cant decide if I want to do a part for or make part three super long. If you’ve read to this, let me know if you’d prefer four parts or a long third part? I’m leaning towards four parts but I could probs be persuaded. either way. I hope you liked this fic bc it has been plenty fun for me to write

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mrs-snape5984 · 3 months

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“I found you…”

“I would never fall unless it's you I fall into. I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her. I found you!” (“Until I found you” by Stephen Sanchez & Em Beihold)

My best friend in the entire world drew this beautiful piece of art for me to add it to my Severus themed room…and I couldn’t be happier with it!

I’ve told her about the moment when I’ve been fallen head over heels for our beloved dungeon bat more than 20 years ago. I’ve been almost forced to read the first Harry Potter book back then, although I thought, it would be an overhyped book for children. Damn, I was so wrong! The very first moment, when the snarky potions master entered the scene, I knew, that I’ve found him! I’ve found the perfect comfort character for me…my soulmate! Just as dark and twisted and so damn sarcastic as I am!

This deep love and passion for Severus Snape remains strong until today. He helped me through the darker times of my life…and there were quite a few!

Now that I’m struggling with the darkest of times, dealing with this goddamn disease ME/CFS, Severus is still my daily companion to go on…to stay alive. It might sound weird and overdramatic, but my life has changed drastically in September 2022, when I became sick with ME/CFS after a Covid-19 infection. I can’t leave my house anymore…most of the time, I can’t even leave my dark room. So, what’s left for me to stay mentally stable? Severus Snape! His inspiring resilience and strength are my shining example to keep focused. He’s truly my safety blanket.

My bestie Miri drew this beautiful picture of Severus and me…visualising the moment, when I found him…and kept him forever!!

I’m incredibly grateful to have Miri in my life…and that she accepts me and my obsession with Severus Snape without any hesitation! Thank you, my dear! 🤗

🖤 Severus & Julia 🖤

#i love severus #severus x oc #fuck me/cfs #mecfs #best friends #severus snape #i love snape #pro snape #snape #pro severus snape #snape love #i would protect him with my life #snape content #severus snape art #snape art #snart #severus is my life #i love severus snape #grateful

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 5

Summary: your week with Frank, and you find out lots of new things...

Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader (Past)

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, mentions of somnophilia, sex with an audience, cheating (?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.4K

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“Frank?” You ask, lifting up off his chest. He holds tighter to you, pulling you down for an innocent kiss, despite your sticky post coital skin clinging to each other. “Is there some place you have always wanted to visit, but haven’t. Nothing to do with a rodeo, either. This is just leisure.”

“Hmm,” he hums, starting to run his hands up and down your back. “Can’t be for a rodeo, huh? Kentucky. We can go to the pony races. Still beautiful in its own way. Different from Montana. And where would my sweet Bunny go?”

“Drive up the east coast in the fall,” he tilts his head to the side, giving you a soft smile. “I want to see all the changing trees. Get some maple in Vermont. Hit every single one of those little bitty states, and end in Boston.”

“Boston? Is that why you want me to wear a Red Sox hat? What’s in Boston?”

“History. And yes, my dad is a Red Sox fan. Always has been. I’ve always wanted to visit there. I don’t know about living there. Giving all this up,” you look out the big window beside your bed. You didn’t bother to close the curtain when the two of you were on the property. Able to have nature and mountains in the distance. Still able to view the stars, and were even surprised when Frank knew some of the constellations.

“Like go to the museums, the food, the art, the history, Frank. And…I don’t know there’s these books my mom used to read. They were always set in Boston. They were just so mysterious, and I’ve always wanted to go and see the spots that he was talking about.”

“Mmm,” his eyes start fluttering close, and you snuggle more into his chest. Relaxing into him as the two of you start settling in for bed. “I’ll take you to Boston one day.”

“Promise?”

“One day, Bunny. You can show me the history. But now, I just want you to sleep on me. Tomorrow, it’s just you and me.”

“And Steve and Bucky and the rest of the rodeo.”

“Shh, go to sleep.”

Clyde jumps from the back seat of the truck to the front the moment you pull into the rodeo. Happily licking at you while you look over at Frank, he looked happy. He looked happier here than he ever did with you at home. You feel a tinge of guilt about asking him to take a year off. There was a lightness to him. Even just pulling your tiny little camper, he seemed at peace because he knew it was leading him to the rodeo. Throwing the truck into park, he turns towards you, puckering his lips.

“Gimme a kiss, Bunny,” he speaks too deep, and you giggle as you lean in for a chaste peck that turns raunchy quickly. Clyde had migrated to the floor, and Frank was pulling you more into him. A hand groping you tit when both of you jump at Steve smacking the hood of the truck.

“We getting a show for free?” He laughs, and Bucky was standing there with his back to the two of you, “You two gonna have a private rodeo? Ride ‘em cowboy, am I right, Bunny?”

“Hey Steve,” you scream back out the windshield. Reaching in the back for Clyde’s leash.

“Don’t start,” Frank groans, already irritated at your silence.

“Didn’t say anything.”

“They’re my friends.”

“Frank, I didn’t say anything. Steve has seen us in much more compromising positions. I seriously don’t care, okay?” He nods his head, but still stares at you, “Don’t make this a big deal, because it’s not. I promise. You want me to meet you with them after I walk the buddy?”

“Yeah, are you gonna be my personal nurse today?”

“Uh, maybe tonight.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mhmm, I’ll give you a thorough exam tonight, okay? I’ll see you in a bit, cowboy,” the kiss the two of you give each other was much sweeter, and you open the door to let Clyde smell the smells, and get some much needed relief while Frank grabs his things and checks in.

Watching everyone move about makes you slightly miss this. The unpredictability of the rodeo, the people, the excitement, but you did enjoy your peace of mind at home. Clicking your tongue at Clyde, you walk him further away from the horses and bulls. Letting him hear them without being too close.

“Bunny!” You peek around your shoulder to see Bucky jogging over towards you, and you hold out your hands for a quick hug. “This has been such a weird season without you. How’s life been?” Faking a yawn, you pat your mouth with your left hand, letting him see the actual ring Frank had finally replaced your grandmother’s with.

“I heard. It’s about time he quit playing games with you.”

“Yeah, he did good. Now if I can get him to stop rodeoing long enough for us to build a house. Oh, and this sweet boy is Clyde. Clyde, this is Uncle Bucky, he’s the sweet one of the group.”

“He’s cute. You settled for a dog until Frank knocks you up?”

“Settling for a dog until Frank and I build a house. House, marriage, kids, and I’m not so sure how that’s going to work out considering this is his life. Look at him,” you motion your head towards Frank, and your fiance had the biggest smile planted on his face as he talks to Steve. “I forgot how the rodeo was his first love.”

“Aw, come on, Buns, he ain’t never loved anyone like he loves you,” you didn’t doubt that, you just hoped he loved you more than he loved the rodeo. “You’ll just have to use the winnings this season to build a house quickly. You got a wedding to plan.”

“We’ll probably have to get married at the rodeo. At least I know he’ll smile in the pictures.”

“You okay?” You nod your head, giving him a fake punch to his shoulder, “What?”

“Any buckle bunny caught your eye?”

“I don’t want a buckle bunny. I want someone I can settle down with. I’m just using earnings to store away for a good life with a good woman. I don’t want my own ranch, I’d love to partner with someone and work the ranch, ya know?”

“Bucky Barnes has goals, huh? Bucky, I don’t know if any woman deserves someone as sweet as you.”

Steve swats at Frank’s arm, pointing over towards you and Bucky. Laughing and cutting up. Walking around with Clyde on a leash, and he looks back out at the ring, “You think he’s after my girl?” He squints into the sun, refusing to look towards Steve who starts laughing.

“Naw, Bucky is a good one. But appearances matter here. She may have the ring, but you don’t have anything claiming you to her. Haven’t shown the circuit how you're the cock that she’s obsessed with.”

“How is she supposed to be claiming me?”

“Really? Get you one of those big greasy hickies on your neck. You got that camper, when it’s rockin’ don’t come a knockin’,” he shoves his elbow on Frank, starting to laugh. “Oh come on, enough people see her with Bucky and a ring on her finger, he’s the hopeless romantic, who do you think they’re going to assume she’s engaged to? By the way, we could save some money if we just slept in your camper. Doesn’t the table turn into a bed? We’ll wait until the camper quits moving. Make sure she’s loud in the saddle, Frankie boy.”

“You’re trying to get me in trouble, aren’t you? She’d die if she knew that you were sleeping above Clyde’s cubby,” Frank scratches the back of neck, knowing that you would in fact be ticked off with company in the camper.

“Just don’t tell her. You bought the camper right? To distract her from that ginger pussy you had that night,” Frank stands up straight, glaring at Steve, “What? Oh, come on, she has to know about that.”

“No she doesn’t. I didn’t tell her, she didn’t need to know.”

“You’re an idiot. You know what city we’re in? Have fun,” Frank pauses, looking around to where the usual buckle bunnies hang out, and thankfully there was no redhead. “So, about us sleeping in the camper? It would be great.”

“Yeah, just…don’t say anything to Bunny. It’s not that important. We weren’t even that serious then.”

“Okay. You just got into a fight about her flirting with Bucky. I see your eyes turning green because she is in fact with Bucky right now. You know that man doesn’t want to be with her right? Bucky has very specific qualities he wants in a woman. Bunny ain’t it. She can talk with him because they’re both romantic idiots. Quit beating around the bush and marry the girl. A camper and puppy won’t distract her for too long. It’s all I’m saying,” Steve holds his hands out, walking away backwards from Frank who was left a bit more paranoid than before. “Your funeral buddy. Maybe get a bit injured and let her do all the work. I know how much you like her riding you.”

“I’m not talking to you anymore.”

“You shouldn’t. I need to get laid!” Frank rolls his eyes, resting his hands on the fence as he looks back at you. He didn’t want to get mad at you being with Bucky. Yeah you were smiling and laughing, but he knew what you looked like when you were in love. He rolls his fingers over the fence knowing that this week was going to be an interesting one. He just hoped things went the way he wanted them to go.

Clyde looks at the bull nervously, looking up at Frank when he backs away a couple of feet. But you couldn’t stop staring at him. He was in his element, confident and ready for this ride as Steve and Bucky get him tightened up. “Bunny!” He screams at you, and you climb up the fence, “Need my good luck charm.”

With his left hand right under your breast, he crashes into your lips for a bruising kiss. Sucking on your tongue, and making your breathless before pulling away too soon. Giving you a quick wink. You shouldn’t be as turned on by this as you were. Not only did he look super sexy in his cowboy attire, he was claiming you in a sinful and public way. Letting all the bunnies and riders know that the two of you belonged together.

“Okay, boys! Okay!” He screams, and the chute opens for his eight second ride. You bend over to scoop Clyde up, and hold him close while you stare horrified at your fiance. This part always made you nervous. It was like a sick show watching him get tossed around, but when the bell chimes, and he’s able to get off safely from the bull, throwing his hat in the air, you start bouncing around, kissing around Clyde’s face.

“He’ll get a top score for that,” Bucky screams in your ear, but you are more excited about him not being hurt. Waiting for him to climb the fence by you, and capturing your lips with his while the stadium watching. It was one of the best feelings in the world. A grand declaration that you were his.

Maybe just maybe coming out this week wasn’t so bad after all.

“Frank,” you whisper, starting to sink lower down his body. “Frank,” you pepper kisses all down his chest. Stopping right over his low sitting boxers. “It’s time to wake up,” sticking your tongue out, and pulling down his boxer briefs, you lick up his quickly hardening length. “Frank, don’t you want me to ride you for your wake you call?”

“Bunny,” you let his underwear snap back on him, and he groans, sitting up, while you look over towards the table, and the two bodies that were sleeping there. “You really going to give us a live show?”

“Steve?” You squeak out, and look down at Frank before looking back at your guests.. Your arms circling your bare chest for coverage. “And Bucky, too. Hey, Buck. How did the table sleep?”

“It would have slept better if I didn’t hear you moaning in the middle of the night. Frank, did ya start fingering her or something?” Steve stretches, sitting up to stare straight at yours and Frank’s bed, causing Clyde to crawl out from his bed under the table yipping at him.

“I seriously forgot you two were here,” Frank yawns. This is why you didn’t like being on the road. Steve and Bucky usually weren’t too far away.

“Oh my god! Out!”

“Buns.”

“Get out! Out!”

“Bunny, it’s not a big deal. I told them they could stay,” you weren’t in the mood. You had just woken up, slept nude, and there was Bucky and Steve.

“Steve, let's go,” Bucky starts to get up, giving you a quick look as he grabs his shirt from the floor.

“Grab the keys to the truck,” Frank motions to the counter, and the two of them leave. The second the door closes, you’re jumping off the bed, grabbing out your clothes for the day. “Bunny.”

“Frank, a bit of a head’s up would have been nice. You have on clothes, I see. I am completely naked. They were feet away from us. I came out on the road to spend time with you. Not Bucky and Steve, but you. You could have given me the same knowledge you had yourself, and let me put on some panties and a shirt. Maybe not slowly fuck me from behind in the middle of the night.”

“Buns, they know we have sex.”

“Knowing we have sex, and being able to watch it are two very different things. I just…do you even get what I’m trying to say? My privacy was taken away from me. Gone. I deserved to know you were letting them stay. I just feel violated,” he stands from the bed, and holds you softly in his arms. Waiting until you wrap your arms around his waist, tickling his lower back. “It’s just embarrassing.”

“I know, I should have said something. They can sleep in the truck or get a hotel. I’m sorry. I am. And I did forget they were in here, we’ve never had house guests before,” you lean back off his chest, with an exasperated sigh, and he gives a kiss to your nose, laughing. “We got time for a quickie?”

“Nope. You got that in the middle of the night.”

“Bunny.”

“You were on your way to getting a blowjob and some reverse cowgirl. You’re the one that had to let them stay. Enjoy your blue balls,” Frank says your name, backing you up to the bed, but you shake your head with a smile. You weren’t caving in this time. “No, Frank. No!” You squeal as he lifts you over his shoulder. “Put me down.”

“After I fuck you.”

“No. Frank, you better not,” when he drops you on the bed, shoving his hands down your pants, you don't want to moan. “Frank!”

“You’re drenched. It’s not even fair.”

“I can take a cold shower and wash up. Stop. You’re gonna be late.”

“Let me play with you,” he presses two fingers into your warmth, and you grab tight to his arms. “I’ll take the punishment of blue balls, but you were very horny making out with my cock.”

“Your cock never went into my mouth.”

“Bunny, just relax. Enjoy this.”

“Tonight we go dancing?” He shakes head no, adding another finger. “Tonight we will go dancing!”

“We can go dancing if you fuck me.”

“Your fingers are fucking me.”

He starts laughing, removing his fingers to pull down your pants. His briefs get shuffled down enough to free his cock, and he slides into you. “Do you ever get tired of fucking? Can’t make it through the night without fucking me in my sleep.”

“You liked it. Had your cream all over me. Made a mess of your cunt,” you take a deep gulp, staring up at him. “You are my messy little slut, huh? I think I heard Steve mast…”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you growl up at him. You didn’t care what he heard coming from the other bed. You didn’t want to know. Ignorance is bliss. You just needed to finish. Head to the drugstore, just in case. You hated when Frank would cum in you. You guys weren’t ready for a baby, and you needed a backup plan. Should have listened to Mindy when she said to get on birth control.

“Frank,” you whimper, squeezing onto his arms. His body starts thrusting into you harder. He had to make it quick. Didn’t want to make things too obvious. You were supposed to be fighting. Having a melt down at the two of them being in here.

He brings himself completely out of you, before jamming into you with so much force it rocks the camper. So much for being inconspicuous. He loved making your body ‘buck’ with his movements. Loved watching the way you became so weak with a need for him. He starts making tight circles on your clit, “Go on, Bunny, come with me. You’re almost there. Squeezing me so tight. You’re right there. Right,” he lets out a hard moan as your walls constrict around him, and he blows his load deep inside of you.

“I’m going to leave you in here to shower. I’ll say we compromised by going out tonight, okay?” You give him a dopey smile, sitting up for a quick kiss, and he pulls on some clothes. Leaving you alone to get ready for the day.

He gives the cab of the truck a hard knock, and Steve and Bucky crawl out, “Yeah, you were gone a bit too long. Still got it in, didn’t you?”

“What can I say, we can't keep our hands to ourselves. Um…we’re going dancing tonight. So, you can get you some action, and ya’ll can either sleep in the truck or get you a hotel room. She’s not too happy about…well, she was naked.”

“She’s got a nice ass, but you really wanna go dancing in this town?” Steve asks with a crooked smile. “You’re asking for a breakup. Bunny is going to smell that desperate redhead from a mile away. Have fun tonight. I wouldn’t want to miss it.”

Frank forgot all about that for a moment. There was a possibility that the redhead, who he still didn’t have a name for, barely could remember him herself. He just knew that something had happened that he wasn’t too proud of, and he was going to let it stay in the past. Hopefully.

“I’m going to get me something to drink, you want something?”

Frank pulls you in close to his body, giving you a dirty little kiss, while he holds up your hand, playing with your engagement ring, “Yes, just get me a beer,” turning to walk away, he gives you a swat on your ass, whistling.

Frank heads back to the table, faltering a moment as he looks into the corner, and he’s looking straight ahead. Don’t look. Don’t engage. Don’t acknowledge. “Steve, we gotta get out of here.”

“I’m still looking.”

“Steve!” He tilts his head to the corner, and it was a mistake. Redhead herself was walking over to him. “Shit. Shit. Go tell Bunny to get us some rounds of shots or something. Keep her busy. Please, anything,” Steve glares at Frank, but heads over to your side.

“Frank Adler,” the redhead saunters right up to him, grabbing at his buckle. “I missed you.”

“You should leave.”

“Why? Would it have something to do with your little bitch of a fiancé? Wasn’t she the one you got in a fight with last year, and sought out my comfort?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You need to leave,” he side steps her, heading towards you, but you had already seen. Tapping on Steve’s arm, and pointing over to them. Frank was screwed. He knew it, too. “I really need you to leave,” he jogs around her, heading towards you, but before he even gets to the bar, you are walking away from him and this situation.

He jogs to catch up with you, screaming your name, but you need out of here. Everything was closing in on you, and your ears ring with straight fury. “Bunny,” he grabs at your arm when you get out of the door, and you smack him away. “Bunny, baby, stop. Let me explain.”

“No,” you start laughing, so you don’t cry, and all you want to do is scream. “No, you don’t get to explain.”

“Buns, stop,” he yells as you start to walk away. They could have the camper, you were going to stay in their hotel. “Bunny.”

“Who is she?” Frank just stands there, and it pisses you off more. “Who is she? A buckle bunny, huh? Not your bunny though, no. That’s supposed to be me, you son of bitch!”

“Bunny, stop,” the audacity. You needed Clyde, and you were going home. Home to Montana, and you’d live with your parents for a bit. Maybe finally get your dream of driving up the east coast. “It’s not what you think it is. Let me explain!”

“Then explain. What was that?” He looks up at the sky, trying to collect his thoughts, which just piss you off even more. He wanted to explain, but now he couldn’t. “You can’t even fucking explain that.”

“Buns, we weren’t even together…officially.”

“W-w-what…what does that…what does that…oh my god, I’m going to be sick,” you start fanning your face, trying to think of when this happened. The moment you met Frank, you were together. “Officially? What?”

“Don’t worry,” the redhead steps behind you, cocking her hip to the side, “He was a lousy lay. Neither of us finished before he passed out. I hope you have a nice life with a drunk limp cock,” you hated them. Both of them. You had been a fool. All of this for nothing.

“When? When, Frank? When?”

He reaches out a hand to you, making shapes on your arm with his fingers, “Buns, you know when. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It didn’t mean anything. I don’t even know her name, and we weren’t…we…Bunny, I’m sorry.”

“It was that night wasn’t it? I knew you were off,” your lip trembles as you try to hold in your tears. “You fucking slept with her, and you came to my bed and declared your love, and we became ‘official’ that night. You accused trying to get with Bucky, and you got with some buckle chaser. That’s rich. That’s so like a man. Justify your insecurities, by an argument, and then having sex with someone because I chose to walk away from that argument. My god, we’re so fucking screwed, Frank. I’ve begged you to get serious. Live in a two by two camper with a dog, so we can save money. I’ve put up with this schedule, and everything only benefits you. Not me, most definitely not us. I can’t…I can’t do this, I told you that night I can’t forgive cheating.”

“I didn’t. Bunny, I didn’t cheat on you. We were just fucking then. But I couldn’t touch her. She wasn’t you, no one will ever be you. Bunny, I knew how much I loved you and couldn’t live without you in that moment,” the bare minimum. He was saying the dumbest thing, and you are the idiot that is falling for it. He had to feel the cunt of another woman to know just how much he loved you.

“Oh my god. Did you use a condom?”

“Yes, I’m not fucking idiot.”

“You didn’t use one with me our first time.”

“You’re a nurse. She’s a whore for the buckle. Do you realize how many riders she’s probably been with?”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better. You slept with her, and then you were beating on my door, wanting to hold me all night long because you felt guilty.”

“No it’s because I. Love. You! I screwed up, and I’m sorry. I have been faithful. I haven’t looked or touched anyone but you since that night. I have…when we go back, you’ll…it was going to be a surprise, but they’re grading the property. I know we kind of looked at houses, but…I want to build us our home. I know the camper is shitty, it’s ours, but I want you to be happy. I’m serious, it’s just you. This…I didn’t want this tonight. I wanted this week to reignite us again. I screwed up. I fucked up, but I want this…with you. I’m — I’m gonna pull back, it’s been a good season, I can afford to. We, me and you, baby. We can afford for me to pull back.”

You want to believe him. Want to think that he meant every single word. And you did, until the last part. Deep down you know Frank wasn’t going to pull back. Down deep in your core you did not think Frank was going to quit rodeoing anytime soon, but the romantic part of you that wanted this relationship to work was louder. You loved him. And you weren’t officially together. You had been sleeping together. It went against everything in you, but you were willing to give him that one time.

“They’re grading on the property?”

“Yes, baby. They’re grading, I wanted to surprise you when we got back. Got us a few options for houses. We’re going to have us a home, and soon a marriage, and our little kids, and they can ride the sheep at the ranch.”

“No. No, cowboys. No rodeos for our kids. I can’t worry about you and kids, Frank.”

“So we’re good?” You slowly lick your lips, contemplating what was the right move. He didn’t lie. He owned up to it. You were just sleeping together. Now you are engaged, it was different. “Buns?”

“Yeah. Yeah, we’re good. We should relieve Bucky from puppy duty.”

“Bucky is probably asleep. You wanna — just for old time’s sake go to the hotel, let him sleep in the camper with Clyde?” It was against your better judgment, but you nod your head, holding a hand out for him to take you to the hotel. You just didn’t realize it was his plan all along. The camper was in fact getting too small. You were right. And soon…your gut feelings would be haunting you. You knew better than to ignore your intuition, but love is blind.

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sweetlywingedcreation · 13 days

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you

Hell yeah love me a good ask game <3

5 things that make me happy:

My friends.

Cheesy I know but over the past few years I've had a hard time making and keeping friends and the few i do have I love with my whole heart. Y'all fucking rule and make me so happy when we play games and hang out or even when you just talk about your interests and days <3

My pets.

Same vein as the first one but i can't not!! Phoenix, Ithildin, and Beetle Bounce- despite getting on my nerves from time to time- make me smile with their antics. Phe gives the biggest tail wags when we take her for a walk, Thil has this strange obsession with the bathtub despite being upset when you turn the water on, and Beebs has taken to coming and sleeping on my lap more and more and its the most blessed thing in the whole world.

Time loops.

I've been really indulging myself in my special interest for a hot bit now and i gotta say. Despite Time loops emotionally destroying me sometimes I am also my happiest/most excited when i get to talk about them or enjoy things dedicated to them!!! :D

Creative projects.

I've had writer's and art block for a few months now but working on my own creative projects brings me genuine joy when they work out. Like the comic i did, yeah i was stressed a little when i was making it but when it was done I had never been prouder of myself in that moment. It was such a big project - most big projects i get frustrated and drop- but this one i actually stuck with and I'm so glad i did.

Music. (Specifically my OC playlists I've carefully curated.)

Nothing makes me happier than finding a song that's perfect for an OC and watching the playlist grow! It's genuinely really fucking fun to explore a character's story by finding songs related to either their backstory or the story events they're currently going through!!!

I was only able to ask 5 people because my dumb ass anxiety was being mean but if you see this and you wanna do it feel free to do it and tag me as if i asked you it. I'd love to see em <3

#ask game #chaeza

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muzzledrum · 2 years

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"take me slow" PRT 4

Copia x reader

warnings: obsessed manipulative Terzo, toxic Copia moment, fight, no fluff

terzo gives copia some advice and it takes a turn. yeah im sorry in advance its an ugly chapter.

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Terzo walked down the hallways, a grin threatening to break on his face. He wouldn’t tell Copia her name and what she was. But that didn't mean he couldn’t raise hell in other ways. He was happy to play the friendly helper in their relationship, however happier to help her more. He straightened his vest and twisted on his toes as he turned to papa’s bedroom doors, all too giddy to pour his poison in Copia’s mind. He pushed his grin down into the pit of his mind, carefully selecting what face would alleviate the stress from papa, when he decided he took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Copia’s head came into view, his paint complimenting his furrowed brows as he opened the door, a stoic calm as he looked down at Terzo. Terzo made a mental note that his confidence had definitely risen since last they talked, making things a little more challenging. He gave a refreshing smile and spoke in italian

“Papa! How are you my dear friend? Hopefully I didn’t keep you waiting”

Copia stepped back and gestured his hand, letting Terzo walk inside as he replied chipperly

“Patience is perfect for us Papa’s! Always good to see a familiar face in these times. Come sit”

The two men sat down, a cup of coffee and hot chocolate waited at his desk, Copia always had a terrible sweet tooth. Terzo scooted his seat closer before leaning back crossing one leg over his knee.

“So what’s troubling you? How can I help you today Papa” he sighed and played with his ring as he picked the coffee cup up to his mouth.

“I could use your advice. From what I understand, you were em….close? With Y/N, correct?” He folded his arms on the desk and leaned forward. “Of course we don’t have to talk about it. She isn’t keen on sharing many details and in truth it's not my business regardless of my position of power”

Terzo rolled his shoulders lightly and cleared his throat. “Oh I’m a giver you know I won’t say no to Papa, speak away. Everythings on the table within reason.” copia stayed silent for a moment so terzo quipped out “including the bedroom activities perhaps?” He raised his eyebrow and sipped his coffee. Copia choked on his cocoa and cleared his throat. “Oh, the sort if you don't mind” Copia mumbled out quietly, taking a deep breath he asked. “Has she always struggled being intimate? I find myself wondering if I am doing her wrong. I needed to learn from you” Terzo smiled, carefully selecting his lie as he pursed his lips and shook his head confused.

“No, she never had a problem with me. I will admit it did take a long time for her to openly be intimate, usually hiding behind…comments?” He studied Copias face and saw what he needed, a slight reaction shown through his eyes at her making the comments. So she was being all bark no bite Terzo thought.

“But she, eh, opened up? Right?” he listened softly

“Yes, within a year she was open, both heart and legs if you will” he flashed a toothy smile enjoying his game. Copia’s shoulders slumped for a moment before leaning back in his chair and placing his clean shoes on his desk. “Everything else if our relationship is fine, but it's this one thing that she struggles with. Though, I haven’t confronted her about it.” he raised his hand before continuing

“Which I will. But she seems almost afraid? As silly as it seems. As you know she's damn near close to sister Imperator in confidence and self assurance.”

“Quite the opposite, Papa. She is afraid. It’s not my place to tell you but she has some rather…unfavorable secrets and a past. I know it doesn’t haunt her. But what does is that it will repeat. That she will hurt you. She means well I'm sure but she hides it because she’s afraid of herself.” Copia paused for a moment and nodded. “She is hiding, you’re right. The other night she hid under the paperwork you gave her after the class she taught. She could have done it another day I’m sure” the last of his sentences drifted off into a mumble as Terzo gave him a confused look and feigning sympathy. “I never gave her paperwork papa, I and others haven't since you returned. We agreed to let her be for some time.” Copia looked up, studying Terzo's face before confusion consumed him. “You must have forgotten, she told me she was given last minute work”

Terzo clicked his tongue “no we shared a nice walk after her work, the moon was nice so we took some time to catch up. You know I would never forget things like that Papa” he clasped his hands and set them on his knee, lazily bobbing his foot. Copia glared at his gloves for a moment. “I see….you’re excused Terzo. I have some tasks to attend to” he stared at his glove, his voice leaking venom at this revelation made to him.

“Of course Papa, I didn't mean to upset you. Please always call me when you need some advice, I’ll come running if I can. Really” he stood up and set his coffee cup on the table, just as he turned his face a glimmer showed in his white eyes as a wolfish smile pulled the corner of his lip. Copia only nodded in acknowledgement as Terzo slipped out the door in silence.

Copia gazed down on Terzo’s cup still sitting on his desk. He picked it up lightly and twirled it around in his hand over and over. He was lost in thoughts as his insecurities ate at him, his thoughts brewing a storm. “She lied? Why? Why me? What were they talking about? She didn’t have dinner with me last night. ``Her heart and legs, if you will’ ” most importantly, at the forefront of his mind “what is she hiding from me?” his thoughts echoed in the dark empty room, his gaze hardened as an irrational anger consumed him. The sound of crushed glass assaulted his ears, when he looked down the cup was shattered. The last of the coffee poured onto the floor as splinters of glass laid bare on his desk, mocking him. Blood dripped from his hand as it pooled in his hands. Anger grew as he swiped his cup off the table and yelled in anguish, he grabbed his hair and took shuddering breaths. “I am Papa, I am Lucifer's chosen shepard, I am Papa I’m not hopeless” He found comfort in his power in the moment as his head hung to the floor. He looked over to the room and saw the shredded letter still laying where she left it. He grabbed the tape off his desk and walked over to the mess.

She approached the door tired and annoyed, her arm full of books from the library. When she opened the door she was confused. The room was pitch black, the curtains drawn tightly. At the end of the room there was a dark silhouette of Copia sitting back in the chair. The air felt both dead, but electric as she spoke. “Copia? What the hell are you doing? Brooding like a vampire?” he didn’t respond, only tilting his head back over the chair to face her and smiled. The face intoxicated with power, collected anger and an utter cold. It made her shiver.

“Hello, my love. You're home late again. Terzo tossing his work onto you now?” he said out loud flatly. “No, not Terzo. I had to study up on some things for another class I'm teaching on thursday '' she attempted a smile, hoping he would be happy about the news. He didn’t acknowledge what she said, he simply held up the now taped up letter between his index fingers, only half of the letter intact. ”Have a nice brunch with him?” he replied coldly, she walked over to his desk and set the books down before she put her hands on her hips, anxiety twisting her stomach. “No, as a matter of fact I didn’t. What has gotten into you?” “your love?” He raised an eyebrow and stood turning to face her, his hand lingering on the chair and his other raising the letter. “Doesn’t seem like the wording I’d use for a chew out over papers” his white eye glowed in the dark of the room.

“What did he tell you?” she asked in a warning tone.

“Enough. He was very informative. So….why did you ever leave him?” He swung the other chair out and pointed for her to sit. She stood defiantly. “What is wrong with you? You have never acted this way, what did he tell you?”

“That he never gave you paperwork last night. That you had a nice get together again. Normally I wouldn’t give a rat's ass. But you’re hiding from me. Has your Papa not been honest with you? Am I losing my love?”

“We had an argument, that’s why I was upset! Copia are you hearing yourself?” she yelled.

“You’re ignoring the letter,” he said quietly and coldly.

“What am I supposed to say copia? That's why I shredded it. I was upset when he called me that” she waved her hand exasperated “Terzo is a different man when it comes to me-” she was cut off by his glare, his breath heaved as he stared at her.

“What is that supposed to mean?” his voice dripping with venom

“It’s complicated” she whispered

“Start talking”

“I can’t” when she looked back up she saw tears dripping down his face, his fists clenched over the letter as he looked around, everywhere but her. His face contorted as he controlled his tears. He fought to keep his voice steady as he glared up at her in angry tears “what are you hiding? What did I do wrong?” she looked at the ground and shook her head.

"I can’t look at you right now. I need to think, we’ll talk again later” he turned his back to her. “ You're kicking me out?? Copia this is-” his voice boomed in the room, rattling the walls “get out!” and immediately. regret, hurt and fear hit him. He never raised his voice. What was wrong with him he thought, he had forgotten who he was talking to. His lover, his sun in the cosmos. Now she was in tears, her nose twisted as she tried to force words out. He reached out “I- I’m sorry amore please I didn’t mean it” he was too late, in the dark of the room her figure simply vanished, one moment his eyes were fixated on hers, the next she blurred into the dark. “Amore? Amore please come here I didn’t mean it I’m sorry” he rushed to the curtains and shoved them open. She was nowhere in sight.

It was a downpour outside, Terzo sat by his fireplace and smiled. Considering it to be the heavens succumbing to his dark infernal lord below. Out of the corner he saw a shadow step out of the darkest corner of his room. What he was welcomed with was a tear stricken Y/N, he rushed over to her shushing her softly asking what had happened, a selfish pang of joy hit his heart as she came to him. “He screamed at me” her voice breaking into sobs as she held her face. Terzo wrapped his arms around her, shushing her softly as he buried his head into her hair, petting her hair softly. Deep in his heart he was branding a wicked smile as she sobbed in his arms for the rest of the night.

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hey so I felt the need to come down here, I'm having a lot of fun with this and im on a fucking roll. I'm open to suggestions and request I want to work on stories that aren't conventional y/n's, the next story will be about a diabetic because thats something I always wanted for myself, if you want some representation feel free to let me know and I can whip a story out. hopefully the next chapter will get lighter and happier no promised

#ghost bc #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iii #ghost band #ghost

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Professor Rice | Chapter 5

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Declan’s POV

Two more weeks passed, and I was running out of excuses to try to talk to Veronica. Today, I brought a book I thought she could use for her next assignment. The book was on the list of recommended reads the University gives to the students. Did that stop me from getting my own copy to give it to her? No, it didn’t.

“Veronica! Can I talk to you for a second?” I said to her when I saw her leaving the classroom.

“Sure. What is it?”

“I thought you could use this book for the next assignment, so I brought it for you.” Why am I talking to her as if I was a fifteen-year-old talking to his crush?

“Ah... thanks. That’s... um... really nice” she said while blushing and looking at the book. “Is this your copy?”

“Yes.”

“You’re giving me your own annotated copy that you studied with? Why?” The look on her face was impossible to read.

Because I like you and I want you to like me back. “I just saw it at home and thought you could use it. It’s fine. I mean, it’s just a book” I laughed nervously. Like a teenager. God Declan, get it together.

“Professor Rice?” Both Veronica and I turned to look at Maddison.

“Yes Maddison?”

“I’ll go now, I need to get to my next class. Bye professor. Bye Maddie, see you later!”

“Yeah, can’t wait for our coffee date” Maddison said, laughing and hugging Veronica briefly. “So,” she said, turning to me. “I have some questions about this week’s assignment and I was wondering if we could talk about it after class.”

“Yes, absolutely. Are you free now? Otherwise it would have to wait until tomorrow, I have quite a busy day.”

“That’s fine. My next class is in an hour and a half. Should we go to your office?”

“Yes, let me pick up my things and we can walk there together” I said while packing all my stuff.

Thirty minutes later, Maddison and I had gone through every single one of her doubts. She actually reminded me of myself as a student.

“You are pretty great as a teacher, you know?” She shocked me by saying that.

“Em... thank you” I laughed.

“No, really. You actually seem to care about us learning and enjoying your class, not just about a grade. That’s pretty cool.”

“Thank you, Maddison. That means a lot” I said sincerely.

“I don’t know what Veronica would do without you.”

That picked my attention. “Veronica? Why?”

“Well, you’re helping her a lot more than the others, which is fine. She really doesn’t like science and has been dreading this class since she started her major. Now I can actually see her being quite confident about getting a decent grade. And feeling that she won’t lose her scholarship makes her a lot more relaxed and happier. So thank you for making my friend happy, I guess” she chuckled.

I was really lost for words. Of course, they all noticed how I paid more attention to her. But I guessed if Maddison thought I was just doing it to help her keep her scholarship, maybe the rest of the class felt the same way? I need to be more careful, though. But I want to keep on making her happy.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” Maddison said, noticing my silence.

“Oh no, you didn’t. I just have a lot in my head at the moment” I lied.

“Right, then I better leave you to it. I also want some coffee before my final class of the day.“

“Have fun” I laughed.

After all the meetings, I went back to Mason’s. He was back from a Champions League match and had invited me to have a beer with him and celebrate the win and the goal he scored.

I really didn’t want to bother him with my problems, but he could read it in my face the moment he opened the door.

“What happened?” he asked.

So I told him.

“You think they know you like her?” Mason asked.

“I don’t know” I sighed. “I don’t think Maddison knew before she talked to me, but the way I reacted to her comment has definitely made her suspicious. I mean... I can only imagine how stupid I looked.”

Mason took a sip from his beer. “Well, you can’t just cut her out all of a sudden, that would be more suspicious. Just... switch your focus to someone else who isn’t doing too well. Kinda make it look like you’re helping students one at a time.”

That was actually a pretty good plan. “Bro, I’m supposed to be the smart one in this friendship” I said, making both of us laugh. “But that’s actually a really good idea. I’ll try to do that.”

What scared me the most was thinking about how Veronica might take this the wrong way. And what if she fell behind in my class again because I couldn’t help her? But I have to do this.

And that’s what I did. I kept on checking on Veronica during classes as I used to do, but less often. And it was now Patrick’s name I called after class to recommend books and websites he should use for our next test.

It was all going well, or so I thought. I mean, I still thought about her all the time but knowing I was doing the right thing gave me some peace of mind.

Until that one day when I saw her walking past my table after class. I could see from the corner of my eye how she looked at me and then shook her head. What’s that supposed to mean?

When I went to pick up some coffee after class, I saw Veronica sitting at one of the tables surrounded by books. She looked very stressed and... sad?

Of course, my mind had to go there. Let me imagine she was sad because of me.

Sure, Declan, sure. Keep telling yourself that.

Veronica’s POV

I can’t do this. My brain was literally going to explode if I kept on working on all these papers. And also, because I was an idiot, I couldn’t stop thinking about a certain professor who went from making me feel like the most special person in the world, to the biggest bellend.

Of course, he was only helping me because that’s what good teachers do, not because he liked me. He only had eyes for Patrick now because he probably thought he had already helped me enough and he could move on to the next charity project.

Well, newsflash mister, I’m going to fail your class. And then I’ll have to get a job after I lose my scholarship. All while nursing a broken heart because I’m a stupid little girl who thought her professor liked her.

To add insult to injury, there he was, looking gorgeous while ordering his coffee. As he turned to leave, he caught me looking at him, so I waved. He waved back and smiled... and the butterflies were back. Why do I keep on doing this to myself?

I used my period cramps as an excuse to spend the weekend in bed. Did I fool Jo? Of course I didn’t.

Luckily, her boyfriend Mike was visiting her and I got some room to just be moody without anyone asking me why.

On Sunday, Mike made us watch the Chelsea match. But he also bought us our favourite ice cream, so I didn’t complain.

“I can’t believe you met Mason Mount, Veronica. He’s literally my favourite player ever” Mike said.

“Babe, you say that about every single player” Jo said, laughing.

“Whatever. I’m still jealous. Why don’t I get cool professors that are friends with football stars?”

From the corner of my eye, I could see Jo elbowing Mike and whispering to him. She was probably asking him to change the subject. She knew who the reason for my mood going from happiest to crappiest was.

“We do need to take you to a match, V” Mike continued. “I’ll pay for our tickets, so don’t use that as an excuse. You choose the match.”

“How am I supposed to choose?” I laughed. “I know the name of a few teams and that’s about it.”

“I’ll choose” Jo chimed in. “Can we go see them play against Everton?”

“Everton? That’s so random, Jo” I said with a frown.

“Go on Google Images and search Dominic Calvert-Lewin. Not random at all.”

“Not this again” Mike said while rolling his eyes.

Both Jo and I laughed while I went on Google to see who this Dominic was... and yeah, I got it.

Spending time with Mike and Jo made me feel a lot better, actually. Mike also helped me with one of my papers, which took a lot of stress off my shoulders.

Once Mike was gone, Jo got into my room and laid down next to me. She just held me while I cried and told her everything. And that was how we fell asleep, holding each other.

No matter what happened, I had Jo and she had me.

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mittenskittensslay · 14 days

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Hi!

I'm doing a project for school, and I need to have some stories from real people to back up my point. My topic is representation in media and how it affects mental health. I was wondering if you had any stories about a movie/show that has helped your mental health or educated you on something? I know media and representation have really helped me to figure myself out and made me feel seen, so I wanted to do this topic because of that. I really need more stories from real people, so I'm asking people online and hoping some of them reply lol. Thank you!

Wow, thanks for asking me! When is your project due? I don't know when it is but I hope I replied fast enough and I hope this helps you! :D

Well, for me personally, the way The Owl House handles neurodiversity, and LGBTQ2S+, and disability is an eye-opening experience because it was previously unseen to this extent! Notable examples are all how all the characters are shown as no less! They don't have to be "normal" or fit in! What is normal, anyway? They're celebrated and valued for being wholeheartedly, shamelessly, and unapologetically their amazing, authentic selves! No matter who you are, you're valid, there's no normal and it's not frowned upon! The manner in which they're portrayed, they're so well written and that has helped people understand that they're actually neurodiverse, or LGBTQ2S+, has helped them reach out to others and seek for help when needed, myself included!

Luz struggles to fit in on Earth and Eda as well as King, Hooty, and the Collector have a hard time belonging on the Boiling Isles. However, by being open and accepting, they realize that "us weirdos gotta stick together!" to quote the Owl Lady, which is one of the pivotal, if not the main message of this show which is "You gotta be your own witch!" Also how "magic (literally) comes from the heart" it's one of the endless reasons why I love the Owl House so much and my love for it will never die.

The Owl House has allowed me to embrace myself, love myself wholeheartedly and practice more self-care. It's helped me come out of my shell and make friends thanks to the treasure it is that we fans cherish and its beautiful fandom that lets us form profound bonds by sharing this deep love and creating our own fan arts and fan fics. Luz teaches us and helps us, reminds us to be even more vulnerable, and spread sunshine and joy, love, goodness and kindness everywhere we go, to go with all our heart wherever we go! I love myself for being autistic and a genderfluid aroace lesbian even more now thanks to them. This cartoon has even aided me in realzing my sexuality and neurodiversity.

Look, kid, everyone wants to believe they're "chosen". But if we all waited around for a prophecy to make us special, we'd die waiting. And that's why you need to choose yourself." - Eda Clawthorne

"You know, you can't hide from your fears forever, which is why you've gotta get the jump on them. Give 'em a whack right in the face." - Eda Clawthorne

Please, do yourself a favor. Never hide. I've been different than others around me all my life and will proudly continue to do so, wearing it as a badge of honor because if you don't then you insult yourself, you don't live with integrity. Easier said than done but you've got to because if you're not you, then who are you? Never let the haters get you down. I relate to Luz and the others as being a proud outsider who found friends and found family also! Imagine if Luz and the others conformed. I have always found it difficult to be who I am, it doesn't always come out but Luz is so inspiring she's so herself, unique, and spontaneous in everything, makes us accept ourselves and that way I have never been happier to be me, you feel connection to the characters: they represent you, they're others just like you: this is a part of you and I love every part of you. Break free from toxicity and recognize it. Being understood is one of the best feelings. Eda accepting her curse has allowed me to accept every part of myself. It show people that LGBTQ2S+ exists and there's no need to be afraid. Change your life, you're not a tree that's stuck, find your tribe. Keeping things in is self destructive. "Does it have to be perfect?" like the most powerful witch of the Boiling Isles says again. True friendship is also shown, being there for each other. This show also tells us that we make the labels for ourselves, we define. It's how you feel, not trying to fit in the mold, you don't need to meet every single thing on a checklist or match all criteria. The labels are what they are precisely because every beautiful individual adds their own meaning and flavor to it.

Basically, to sum it all up, it portrays neurodiverse and LGBTQ2S+ folks accurately and most importantly in a way that people can relate to and feel good about themselves. For example, for me personally, it helped me open up more, embracing and expressing my true and best self, every day we get better and better. We become more social and actually truly connect with others deeply due to our shared love for the owl house which is usually hard for me to do as a high-functioning, self-advocating, and self-diagnosed autistic (or Aspie, though I don't use this label now since its no longer in use). It shatters stigma and stereotypes. It's simply groundbreaking. With love, and support, found friends, and family both biological and found, you can thrive, not just survive, and be loved, and accepted for exactly who you are nothing lees you're just weird enough to be the awesome you that you are. These and countless others are the feel good messages of this show.

Of course this essay wouldn't be complete if I didn't mention Amity Blight! Almost everyone in the Owl House undergoes key character development and their life as they know it changes in the best possible way, no less than thanks to Luz Noceda, which is an astonishingly beautiful thing but I believe I can safely speak for many, if not all of us (also yours truly), when I say that Amity undergoes the most amazing and impressive character development I've ever seen so far! Goes without saying! She starts off being seen as a bully when in fact it is later revealed she never was. It's never taken for granted that Luz with the sunshine she is and spreads selflessly everywhere, helped Amity rediscover her true self. Amity understands and goes on a journey or self improvement. If that's not inspiring, then I don't know what it and I'm not exaggerating here! Amity does a lot of self work, recognised her mistakes and attempts to become a better friend to Luz pretty quickly.

Hm, I wonder if when Luz said, "I'm not a witch but I'm training hard to be one." and showed Amity the ball of light emerging from the light glyph, she was speaking to her essence and broke through/got through to her!

And then, when Amity said "remember to turn on the light" to Luz and saved her in WAD, she woke her up bc she reminded her that Luz is light, literally!

Luz helps Amity remember who she really is, to return to her true self, who she always has been deep down, not just sb trying to achieve ultimate status and Amity helps Luz remember that she's the light of everyone's life! To continue to be who they really are! They saw through each other! I think they also literally became each other - Amity became Luz's light and Luz was suffering with the same issues as Amity, thinking that she ruined everyone's lives which was definitely not true in both cases! Neither Luz nor Amity ruined everyone's lives, ofc! It was the complete opposite! And they did what one did for the other as I said above but reversed!

Bc Amity and Luz are essentially the same -both so positive, carefree (maybe not always but eventually and unafraid to be themselves), dorky, nerdy goofballs who are so kind and sweet and powerful and so much more and full of love! (But also different in their own unique way)!

Love and kindness always win in the end and we have them inside us! We are love and kindness themselves! We just need to give each other a chance!

Luz, Raine, Masha, The Collector, King, Papa Titan, Amity, Hunter, and basically everyone is probably on the spectrum so hats off to everyone and them. Eda helped me confirm my gayness, something I was already aware of before the Owl House. Same goes for the characters mentioned above: Luz as genderfluid; Raine, Masha and The Collector non-binary; Papa Titan as probably non-binary/agender genderfluid? (Feel free to correct me, sorry if I'm wrong)! Vee also (however, I don't think the creators have canonically confirmed whether she's/they're envy or demigirl or something similar but I'm assuming this headcanon respectfully and again, if I'm wrong, please feel free to correct me and educate me because I believe we're all always stil learning! However, again because people are allowed to be truly themselves - as it should be -and not marginalized and hiding for that, we can thrive. I understood that I can actually be attracted to women (I already knew that before, I believe I even had a type already, Eda basically confirmed that or the feelings around that time just happened to coincidentally appear and feel more real not because necessarily because of their frequency and intensity because you can still be attracted to someone even if the attraction isn't always there and strong (hence my aroace label) whether it's frequent and or not intense. Aroace folks can feel or not feel love and attraction and want or not want a relationship and sometimes I have felt not wanting that but it's always very brief, I do want love, I'm too much of a hopeless romantic at heart not too! I also already knew i was genderfluid. I'm a cis woman, I've always mainly identified as a woman but I'm more than just that "label": its doesn't define me fully. It's broad and vague so I feel it fluctuates. I can be and express myself as any gender: no gender, both genders - its never fixed. Before however I always knew I wasn't straight but I wasn't sure if i was LGBTQ2S+. I used to think I was demi sexual, panromantic but it's exactly why all kinds of representation is vital! It's ok to be a late bloomer but if this cartoon existed earlier it would have helped. Dana Terrace herself claimed to be a late bloomer also. Speaking of which, a huge thank you to her and her crew for creating the Owl House! They changed our lives forever in the best possible way! The connection and love between us fans, whether casual viewers or die hard fans will always be priceless: this show means everything to me and always will!

There's a lot more that can be covered but the essay would go on far too long and I don't know the word limit for your project but I hope this is enough!

This is an awesome post I found Life lessons from TOH

#Helping out a mewtual with school project #You're welcome #hun! 😁🤗💕xo #Coming back to this post a few hours later #I hope I expanded enough on the points I made in the essay #Let me know if it requires more details and/or if you need any further help #Please don't hesitate to ask me 😊#Made some changes and added some further points #Couldn't resist 😜#Got more brain waves and just had to add more stuff!#I'll probably come back with more points later XD but feel free to use this #If you want #As it already is!

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whollyjoly · 5 months

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hi em!! sending positive vibes your way ✨ ✨ thanks for doing the positivity ask game! this is a super cool idea, and i knew i couldn't not stop by to send you an ask :) 1, 3, 11, and 18 !!

hi blu!! 💕💕

im so glad you're enjoying the ask game!! i hope a lil positivity will make everyone smile a little brighter today!

1 - what is your fav part about being in the fandom?

i answered this in a long and sappy way here, because i am a sappy gal apparently 😅

3 - what are some fics that you go back and read again and again?

ohhhh my god i am both so glad and so sorry you asked. fuck. there are so many?? i have an embarrassing amount bookmarked, so i'll try to keep it to a sane amount of one per ship

winnix It Happened One Night by raquelelpillo (M, 7.7k) - the fucking timeloop fic every fandom needs. i've read this fic three times in the last three weeks, i read it again last night and i've never been happier. it makes me laugh it makes me cry lip is an absolute gem in this story, and i LOVE their nix so hard!! 10/10 would recommend

baberoe Baby, You Can Drive My Car by anonymous (M, 16.1k) - Baby Driver AU in the canon era?? i know that makes no sense, but hear me out - babe fucking steals cars in germany/austria and runs errands with the boys?? its that perfect golden vibe in points, the war is almost over and its sunny and warm and beautiful and they are alive, and it is pure shenanigans. i don't think i stopped smiling once reading this fic. if i had a qr code on my tombstone it would be to this fic.

speirton A New Mode of Living by Perpetual Motion (T, 155k) - i mean...what do i even say about this fic. it's everything. you know a fic that completely just defines canon for you? that you read, and then no matter what else you read you can't help but think that it isnt right, because this fic is the canon in your head and nothing can overwrite that?? yeah, this fic is that for me. the most perfect post-war story, i love carwood SO MUCH, i love their ron, i love all their supporting characters (george especially and also mama are such gems!!), and the dog is a metaphor. fuck. i love this story so hard.

11 - songs that you associate with a certain character?

heh i like that you asked me this after we nerded out over sleeping at last songs the other day 😏

(also, i'll try to steer clear of killers songs cause that feels like cheating lol)

Seven Nation Army (Postmodern Jukebox Cover) - this gives me BIG speirs vibes?? the song seven nation army feels very right for him ("i'm gonna fight 'em off / a seven nation army couldn't hold me back"), but the added vibes from the postmodern version just hits so right. is it the brass break in the middle?? maybe. do i love it?? yes i do

Saving Me, Saving You (Ruen Brothers) - is ABSOLUTELY eugene roe coded. like holy shit. "broken me found broken you / while you're saving me i'll be saving you" ?? like are you kidding me?? the absolute power this song has over me, i dare you to listen to it and not feel the urge to do something dramatic and romantic

Agnes (Glass Animals) - if you really want to make yourself fucking sad, think about this song as nix during why we fight (and even sadder if you imagine it being sung from dick's perspective 😭) and fucking SOB like i do every time i hear it ("where went that cheeky friend of mine? / where went that billion dollar smile?" and "your head is so numb / that nervous breath you try to hide / between the motions / that trembling tender little sigh")

Piece of Me (Britney Spears) - look, alton more is That Bitch. not fucking a week in normandy and all everyone can talk about is the gossip about speirs, and more's talking back to him without giving a goddamn shit. he took a joy ride on one of sobel's fucking motorcycles. he snagged one of the most incredible trophies of the war and lied to ronald mf speirs face about it. do you want a piece of him?? more will absolutely look at you dead in the eye and not even blink. "i'm mrs. oh my god that britney's shameless / i'm mrs. extra extra this just in" bitch he IS and he is KILLING IT. and i am obsessed with him for it.

18 - your fav fandom meme?

i mean...we know the obvious answer (bottom text)

BUT i also want to give this post a fucking shoutout because it lives in my head rent free, i literally spent an hour scrolling through tumblr the other day trying to find it for my bf. WHAT MURDAAAA

thank you so so much for stopping by, and im sorry my answer is kinda long 😅 i love that people are enjoying this game so much!! 💕

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Getting ready for our sky 2 I recently watched atos and claw and now have such a longing for moonlight chicken. And I watched the eclipse. I’m much happier and more impressed with this portion of the gmmtv bl ouvre. And ofc looking forward to seeing what Aof does this with series too. I guess to make this a question and not just rambling. What do you rank all the aired or airing our sky parent series? And how negative are the chances of seeing WatTine in an our sky 3 lmaooo

GMMTV has taken a leap forward in the last couple years, and I feel like Aof has been a big part of that not just in terms of the series he himself directs, but it seems like he's in charge of queer content as a whole for GMM now? It feels like they have an actual strategy instead of just falling into things now, and as a Virgo I enjoy a good strategy. I too am looking forward to Our Skyy 2 because I would LOVE for Our Skyy to become a regular thing for GMMTV (if they did a He's Coming to Me episode I'd plotz). I like anthologies, and I love leaving a space to continue stories that make sense to continue without the pressure of a second season, mini or movie. Special episodes are a great tool but they can be hard to produce as one-offs, so bundling a bunch of specials together is a pretty good production strategy. Close Friend did this with varying levels of success.

Anyway to come back to topic, and to your question, I had to go look back up all the Our Skyy source shows to remember who all was in 'em. There's shows where I didn't watch the original but watched the Our Skyy episode, and shows where I was decidedly meh on the original but liked the Our Skyy episode. And of course there's shows where I'm VIBRATING for the Our Skyy episode already. So my ranking is more like groupings, but I still have a top choice.

Didn't watch original, didn't/won't watch Our Skyy:

Puen/Talay, Vice Versa

Khabkluen/Daonuea, Star and Sky: Star in My Mind

Didn't watch original, watched and didn't like Our Skyy:

Pick/Rome, Senior Secret Love: Puppy Honey

Didn't watch original, watched and enjoyed Our Skyy:

In/Sun, My Dear Loser: Edge of 17 (this one was truly beautiful)

Mork/Tee, 'Cause You're My Boy

Kongpob/Arthit, SOTUS

Watched original, watched and didn't enjoy Our Skyy:

Pete/Kao, Kiss/Dark Blue Kiss

Watched original, watched and enjoyed/will watch Our Skyy:

Pat/Pran, Bad Buddy - I want to see the final resolution with the parents when Pran comes home from Singapore for good. This is the thing I am looking forward to the most.

Tian/Phupha, A Tale of Thousand Stars - Heart transplants can only extend life for so long. I want to see them face mortality and the limitations of their time together.

Tinn/Gun, My School President - I'd watch them read the phone book to each other.

Akk/Ayan, The Eclipse - I want to see an older Akk and Ayan go back to Suppalo for a reunion or something and see how the school has changed.

Neung/Palm, Never Let Me Go - I don't know what direction this is going in yet, but I think I'd prefer a side story to an epilogue.

Chay/Gun, A Boss and a Babe - I have money on this show being a dark horse, and if I'm right they can give me anything they want.

#our skyy #our skyy 2 #asks

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alostlittleriverlotus · 2 years

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I've Actually Healed

I did a cluster b personality disorder question thing (privately) and some of the answers I gave were validating. Like asking about caring about looks or what a bad episode can be like or some really negative aspects. I got to say "no" or "not anymore" or "used to be, but not now" and it was all so validating. I doubt myself a lot even though I know that I'm healing. But the fact that I could write about how it used to be and have PROOF just by answering questions that I've changed was a wonderfully validating thing. I sent the link to my friend so they could read and they told me they were proud of me. I HAVE made progress, I HAVE healed in some way. I can cope with things better, I have medications that help my hormonal mood swings (birth control) and anxiety meds that help me not be a ball of pure anxiety unable to relax forever. I have some coping mechanisms I've picked up, I have ways to rationalize and understand my emotions I've picked up from therapy sessions, and I've come to unbag my trauma and understand my own reactions, my own triggers everything. It's been 2 years at least (the pandemic in 2020 was a big reason I could start focusing on myself without pressure) and I have changed a lot. I came out to myself, I came out to my friends and my gf, I accepted I had these disorders, I got on medication, I got help for my PCOS, I became educated on racial issues, I found neopronouns that fit me and help me, I learned about tone indicators and began using them, I had a friend on twitter that was the inspiration for me to come out. I've done so much for myself in two years. Many older folks (like my family) may look at me like I have done nothing because I basically almost never work and all I do is stay in my room or text friends, but I feel happier than I used to be...

I feel happy with who I am and I feel more free than ever before.

And that is such an empowering and wonderful feeling. The recent move has helped a lot as well. Since I have a TV in my room, I don't have to get anxious about what I watch since I don't have to worry about my parents coming in. I've processed a lot of my grief and trauma. MA and I are both working on helping ourselves and each other and healing. My relationships with all my friends and my gf are better than ever. People may look at me like I've done nothing, like I'm a failure because I don't work or go to college, or like I'm some entitled brat, but I know exactly what I am doing. I am paying attention to my needs. My diet is better than ever, physical issues like IBS and PCOS are more manageable than ever before, I've expanded my interests into things I thought I'd never try, I'm learning what I need to do for my physical health, I am wearing clothes that fit, I don't rely on self harm, I can open up, I am reigniting my love of reading and can get lost in stories like I used to. I AM better. Just because those boomers don't see it doesn't mean it isn't true.

And so let me finish this with a reminder. It is okay to take time off, it is okay to need to do what you can. It is okay to pay attention to your needs. You do not need to apologize for feeling emotions. Of course if you lose your temper, apologies make sense, but not at a point where you're guilting yourself. This has been important in mine and MA's relationship as we both struggle with blaming ourselves. It is okay to not be perfect. It is okay to not be where your peers are. My friends ARE able to go to college (most of em) and to work and I still see them struggling. A friend of mine has recently moved to a college in another city, a few hours away. I miss her tons and even if she is stressed and it sucks, I know that this is something she's wanted. Why? Because she's away from her family. So even if college sucks, it can still provide an escape if you can manage to move. MA got to spend time with their boyfriend a lot cause they went to college together, got lunch and dinner together, and rode the bus together. My friend R and I can't do those things like my friends can, but R walks dogs and is improving their health and they also pet sit for neighbors. I sometimes work doordash and I can exercise better than before and am improving my diet to be healthier. Just because R and I aren't in college or working normal, regular jobs doesn't mean we've failed because we are better. MA and C might be in college and might struggle because of school and work, but it also provides them freedom from their families and benefits to their mental health. There's pros and cons to everything and what works for you is unique to you. And some people have to work due to capitalism and not having the support that R and I have (despite our toxic family members) and that's entirely valid as well. This whole rant is to say:

Believe in yourself and do what is best for you. Whether it's getting away, what is possible underneath capitalism, small things for your physical or mental health, small coping mechanisms, just taking a fucking break. Whatever it may be, you know your needs best. Your life is unique to you, your needs and necessities, where you are in life. Even if it fits into the mold that is expected of us or whether it lies outside or whether you're disabled and have no choice, it is something you can choose for yourself.

I am disabled due to my disorders, that's why I cannot work. Nobody understands that aside from my gf and friends. But that's okay. Because I am healing :) and I am proud of myself. This is my experience, these are the experiences of my close friends. They are all different in their own way. Even if the jobs sucked and stressed C out, they were able to move away and have some freedom from their family. I know it'll be good for em even if it hurts that it happened so quickly. Your path is yours.

And to anyone struggling, I love you and I'm proud of you. You don't need to justify being worthy of love or just existing. You deserve to hear those words even if you've done nothing. Because you're here and that is a wonderful, wonderful thing.

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Sugimoto v Tsurumi v Hijikata? (As groups or individuals is up to you!)

Shiraishi & Kiroranke?

Inkarmat + Tanigaki?

wOOPS I NEARLY FORGOR TO ANSWER THIS In terms of groups, I think its a close tie between Hijikata’s group n Tsurumi’s group. Sugi’s group is strong but like. Tsurumi’s has Many Guns and Hijikata’s has two sword peepaws and ushiyama. In terms of individuals, I’d prob have to tie sugimoto n hijikata (sorry tsurumi :[ ) mainly bc I haven’t seen as much of tsurumi’s combat skills as i have hijikata n sugimoto. both of em r incredibly cracked fighters and sugimoto already is immortal so. I am Kinda Biased KLDFJSDKJ i LOVE kiro n shiraishi’s friendship, they have no braincells and i love them for it. I’ve always been on the cusp of shipping them romantically bc sometimes i see some REALLY cute ship art of em and im like “OH???” but I am a sugishira stan at heart, so ig for now theyd be smth like extremely close friends or queer platonic pals :D I love Tanigaki n Inkarmat!!! I love their whole fam dynamic w/ cikapasi n they are just. so sweet together. I love how Inkarmat brings out Tanigaki’s more gentle side and lets him feel happier and more at ease ;w; bi4bi solidarity, we love to see it tysm for the ask!!! :D

#oz.txt #ask games #gk tag #tanigaki tag #inkarmat tag #sugimoto tag #tsurumi tag #hijikata tag #ushiyama tag #shiraishi tag #kiroranke tag #SO MANY BLORBOS #this was super fun!!!! ty for the ask!#i meant to answer this sooner but. im currently getting jumpscared by final exams rn #besties tag #<- if u dont want to be tagged under this lmk btw! i just see my mutuals as besties by default ldfjkdjsd /j

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Hello! I’m Tess and my daemon is Theron! Here’s a bit about us! This is supposed to be one question a day but that’s boring and takes too little long

30 ‘get to know us’ questions and answers below the cut

Day 1: What is your current form and why?

Theron: I’ve been settled as a ferret for a while now. It’s our aspirational form. Tess aspires to be more happy, extroverted, and energetic!

Day 2: What have you learned about yourself since discovering your daemon/form/etc?

Theron: We didn’t know why my form was a ferret until we did research on it so really, the whole reason why I’m a ferret was learned! Also, I have opinions that Tess does not have initially, but we realize some of these thoughts of mine are subconscious thoughts of Tess’s that we didn’t know about until we sat and talked.

Day 3: Why did you pursue daemonism in the first place? How have you benefited from getting in contact with your daemon?

Tess: My oldest sibling told me about daemons when I was…13? I admire my sibling and want(ed) to be like them. I perused at first simply because it was nice to have someone else here with me all the time, and that’s still true, but he’s just great company! Theron really helps me through tough times, helps me realize why I’m feeling what I am, and coaches me through life.

Day 4: How has your personality evolved since you met your daemon and began form-finding?

Tess: I’m more open with my communication, more in tune with my feelings, and generally happier <3

Day 5: Write about the day when you first met your daemon, as best you can remember it.

Tess: Alright! So my sibling (Em) and I shared a room as kids. We had bunk beds, and I remember us sitting on the floor facing our beds right before either dinner or bedtime. Em asked me if I ever imagine an animal running alongside the car while riding somewhere and I said of course! Em explains to me about Daemons as best as they could, and told me to look around the room and see if I can see my dæmon. I couldn’t see shit 😂 but I didn’t want to disappoint them, so I said I saw a toucan perched on the corner of the top bunk. (I’m not sure why he was a toucan, we should look into that more.) Em was exited for me and I figured, hey, why not have an imaginary animal companion? So he stuck around. I ended up telling my friends about daemons and as kids do, we played pretend our dae’s interacting. It wasn’t until I was older, around 16 maybe, that I realized he was there to stay and wasn’t really an imaginary friend. And it wasn’t until the last few years that we’ve made a real connection and are getting to know eachother more deeply.

Day 6: Is there a form that you used to think fit your personality but you've changed to the point where it no longer fits?

Theron: I’ve never settled on a form before I settled as a ferret so, no

Day 7: Daemons: What's your favorite form and why?

Theron: Being a Night Fury is cool! When Tess is driving I love to skydive

Day 8: Do you have forms you can only take on certain occasions?

Theron: There aren’t any reoccurring occasions in our life that require a specific form so, no again

Day 9: Daemons: What did you do before your human discovered you and made proper contact?

Theron: Floated around in his subconscious and nudged him towards the right direction/his homework answers occasionally

Day 10: Do you ever wish to switch daemons with someone on the forum?

Tess: No way! That just sounds awkward. We wouldn’t know eachother like Theron and I do.

Day 11: Would you tell future partners/future children about daemonism?

Tess: I’ve been contemplating telling my partner for a while now. While I think he’d be supportive, I don’t think he would understand and may think it’s kind of odd.

Theron: He’s a man of science. He wouldn’t get it.

Day 12: Daemons: What do you associate with your human?

Theron: personal growth, forest creature, a cool breeze, great music

Day 13: What is your daemon's color?

Tess: Not sure if this means physical color but the color I associate with him is Yellow!

Day 14: What do you always associate with your daemon?

Tess: Sun rays, a good tree to climb, joy, spontaneity

Day 15: Daemons: What do you wish your human would listen to you about?

Theron: I wish Tess would listen better when I tell them they need to have as much patience with themself as they have for others

Day 16: Describe your daemon in 5 words.

Bouncy, patient, (Theron: always right), warm, sassy

Day 17: Daemons: Have you ever given bad advice?

Theron: Never. 😤 Tess: Tbh our memory isn’t good enough to think of an instance but I’m sure there is one

Day 18: Do you and your daemon have a "theme song"? What about it makes you think of them?

We don’t but we should!

Day 19: Daemons: Pick a song for your human. Explain your choice.

Theron: Run Boy Run by Woodkid. Running away to disappear in the trees is very Tess, and it seems like a good trans anthem

Day 20: What do you love about your daemon?

Tess: I love his endless patience ❤️ No matter what, he is calm and patient and kind

Day 21: Daemons: What's one thing you like and dislike about your human?

Theron: Only one like? Ok, I like Tess’ connection with the Earth, it’s admirable and their love and respect for the world shows

Dislike: I’m not too fond of how quick he is to trust new people. It’s not a bad thing, but I fear it’ll end him up in trouble one of these days if he’s not careful about it

Day 22: What's your fondest memory together? Explain.

Tess: There’s no one specific memory but Theron pulls me through some shit and he does it so gracefully

Day 23: Daemons: Describe your human in 5 words.

Theron: Great vibes (idc that’s 2), cozy, smart, funny, talented

Day 24: What's one thing you like and dislike about your daemon?

Tess: I love his joyful mood! His default is ‘happy’ and it’s great!

I dislike that he’s slower to trust new people 😅

Day 25: Daemons: If you were a human, what would your fitting form be? Explain.

Theron: I’d be 5’10”, dark brown slightly curly hair, I’d be so fashionable but like, in a chill ‘I’m not even trying’ way, I’d probably skateboard because it looks really fun, and I’d paint my nails all sorts of fun patterns!

Day 26: What season do you associate your daemon with?

Summer 🔆

Day 27: Daemons: What tv/book/imaginary/fictional character could you compare your human to?

Theron: Aziraphale from Good Omens. Always seeing the good in others and wanting to do what’s right, caring for all the living creatures

Day 28: If you could only talk to your daemon one last time, what would you say to each other?

Tess: Oh that’s depressing… no, i don’t like thinking about that.

Theron: I’d give Tess my best advice and remind him to keep going. Think of me often

Day 29: Daemons: You get to decide what to do this day.

Theron: We’re gonna go out early in the morning and try and get some pictures of the local crows!

Tess: But not too early…

Day 30: Last day! Have fun: pick something random and daemon-y to do.

Theron: Set out around town with Tess’ camera and I’ll take the form of whatever they take a picture of!

#teadeef #about us #introduction #daemons

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