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holy-puckslibrary · 3 months

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━ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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pairing(s) — TREVOR ZEGRAS x f!reader (established); JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader; MASON MCTAVISH x reader; trevor x jamie x mason wc — 2.2k synopsis — what better gift on your friends to bestow than the gift that keeps on giving?

note — happy valentine's day, my lovelies!! as my gift to you, i've decided to release whatever the hell this is from the archive <3 i randomly dropped this on patreon post-ficmas '24 because, per usual, i was possessed by the ghost of perpetual horniness! we know it'll happen again, so just know i am totally down to write a follow-up if there's any interest teehee! oh, and to the anons who requested some jd + tz content after the trade (rip), i hope this satisfies the craving!! (and you don't mind masey being thrown in the mix)

and with that... i’ll see myself out 🚶‍♀️

specific content warnings under the cut.

cw — everyone’s a lil bi because why not, trevor is boyfriend of the year, mason and jamie bickering over whose turn it is to munch, tz + reader are switchy and mason + jamie are bratty and subby, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), accidental edging, trevor being a cocky menace and stirring the pot, and a wee bit of a cliff-hanger bc i'm incapable of controlling myself :-) oh, and the current pet name fixation of the week! + trevor calling himself daddy (once) while being condescending to all parties lolz

“—stop getting in my way.”

"or what?"

silence.

then, an exasperated groan.

“i wouldn’t need to be in the way if you were doing it right.”

the long, drawn-out sigh you hear sounds far away, like an echo from somewhere out in the distance, but you know it's coming from behind you—directly behind you.

your boyfriend abandons the soft curves of your chest, which you vehemently protest with a petulant mewl, to massage the tension building between his eyes; if he’d known this would turn into such a headache, he never would’ve suggested this.

“clock’s running, boys. if you wanna waste your very limited time between my girl’s pretty legs bickering with each other, be my guest.”

jamie and mason exchange a glare, united in their distaste for their friend’s tone and attitude in spite of their sudden animosity toward one another.

a pretty girl could do that to a friend group.

only, you haven’t come between the trio in the way one might assume. you might’ve been the catalyst in jamie and mason’s current strife, sure, but that's where your meddling begins and ends. no, you’ve come between them in more of a physical sense, at the behest of your boyfriend and their best friend.

trevor zegras veered toward possessive—territorial, even—most days, but, tonight, he’s feeling strangely generous. it is the season of giving, after all. however, his kindness hardly felt like a gift anymore. the gesture lost its luster soon after the silky ribbon was untied and discarded... and the bitching began. charity work would be a more apt descriptor, in his humble opinion.

he’s expecting an edible arrangement from the ladies of orange county in the near future.

but if anyone deserves some compensation, it's most definitely you, and trevor has just the shiny something in mind. what was originally intended to be the crown jewel of your holiday gifts will now function as a “thank you letting my friends use you as a practice dummy” token of appreciation.

“guess we also need to teach you to share,” you huff, exhausted from the accidental edging and frustrated by trevor's shifted attention.

the worst part is that you don’t think they’re perceptive enough (or have enough experience with a woman’s body, even) to see the agony, the by-product of their inadvertent torture, smeared plainly across your dazed and dewy face. your boyfriend's best friends have unintentionally dragged you to the brink of insanity, and you're reluctantly hanging on by a fragile thread.

said boyfriend's lips caress your temple. “can’t say i blame them. with you freshly unwrapped—just out of the box—and all... i wouldn't know how to share you, either.”

eager is a nice way of putting the boys' behavior thus far, but selfish is a more befitting adjective for their uncoordinated fervor.

two interesting things to note since you were spread wide—presented—to your boyfriend’s closest friends and collegues. the first being that while jamie is enthralled by the way you clench around his lithe fingers, mason favors his mouth; and second, trevor’s harder than a rock from showering his friends with the same domineering aura usually reserved for you in the privacy of your shared bedroom.

(or, the backseat of his car. the abandoned lifeguard tower beside the pier and, on occasion, the recently refurbished dressing room.)

mason also enjoys spitting on your sensitive bits more than he’s comfortable with, the apprehension bright in his eyes. but, watching the run-off of his saliva and your syrupy arousal drip onto jamie’s fingers before both are shoved into your heat is too distracting to pay any mind to the internal chaos of unearthing a new and unforeseen kink.

what jamie lacks in skill and experience, he makes up for in enthusiasm. for all his bashfulness, jamie drysdale is not shy about finger-fucking.

momentarily sat on his haunches, mason watches with feverish intent as his friend curls your toes with the simple curl of his marriage and middle, his pinky and pointer fingers splayed wide to keep his eye on the prize, sight unimpeded by plush, silky distractions.

no bells and whistles, just diligence.

soon, watching ceases to satiate the burly man and mason slips his own thumb into the mix. with his lips or his tongue—or his fingers, it now seems—mason mctavish is obsessed with your clit.

trevor shoots him a knowing wink; that's his favorite part, too. never do you make prettier sounds than when you’re having that special, highly-responsive bundle tended to. fingers, tongue, trevor's thigh... it doesn't matter, you fall apart all the same.

mason nudges jamie to one side and, much to your surprise, he goes without a fight this time, still stroking you closer and closer to the summit.

with his greater access, mason leans down. his nose splits duties with his thumb as he places wet, open-mouth kisses on your inner thighs, mons pubis, and, finally, the coveted pearl throbbing for affection. his mouth wraps around the little bud before pausing. he looks up for approval.

from trevor.

with the dip of his chin and a peck to your balmy cheek, your boyfriend encourages his best friend to suck on his girlfriend's clit.

mason needs no further coaxing. he alternates between suction and kitten-licks; his tongue was beginning to feel left out. all the while, jamie’s devoted fingers keep you pleasantly teetering on the end.

it's amazing the difference time and a little scolding can make.

“i think you’re enjoying this a little too much, bunny.”

“—m’sorry,” you whimper.

his warm, familiar chuckle fills your ear as he strokes your cheek. “i’m only teasing. you know how much i love watching you get all worked up. and, this way, i get to sit back and enjoy the view while they do all the dirty work.”

your eyes roll back, and his amusement grows louder.

“maybe, we’ll do this again? i wonder how fast they could get you off when they already know how the tricks.”

a raw, guttural sound claws past your lips.

trevor growls into your neck between love-bites. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you, greedy girl? is my mouth not enough for you—y’need my friends’ too? such a slutty little bunny i have..."

"no—only want y-you."

it comes out in a few, demure hiccups, the clarity of your protest impeded by those and the frantic shaking of your head.

your boyfriend can't help but twist your mind when you're like this, too weak and preoccupied by pleasure to give him any lip. his brat's gone sweet, fully subdued. and now he can have a little fun.

“—i know, i know. no need to get all worked up over nothing, silly girl. but it wouldn't matter much if you did, though, right?" the hand cradling your chin moves your head in agreement; he knows you're too far gone—too fucked out, to function. "no, it wouldn't because daddy doesn't share his toys. he needs you all to himself."

in this moment, you aren't sure if trevor loves or loathes you.

“lost your voice, bunny? you’re strangely quiet for a slut i know is close. i can hear it, and i know you can too. we all know you're fucking soaked. go on, don't be shy. i think their good behavior has earned them some praise, hm? doin' so good at following my directions—almost as obedient as you are, pretty thing. be sweet, then you can cum all you want."

his words, coupled with the overstimulation between your bent and parted knees, send your brain down a cloudy, all-consuming spiral. too overwhelmed by the boys kneeling at your altar, you can hardly string together cohesive thoughts, let alone speak adequate praise for their efforts.

...as if trevor expected anything out of your mouth other than garbled, pathetic mumbling anyway.

not to mention, jamie found the spot that makes you see stars on the ceiling as his best friend was busy whispering filth into your ear, and he's been bullying it with his deft fingers—three of them now, buried down to the knuckle. he gives it a short, purposeful rub just to show off his treasure.

you shriek and buck your hips into mason's waiting mouth. as his head dips back down to nestle against you, the angle of jamie's fingers changes and your vision blurs just a tad.

trevor's amusement thunders in your ears as he keeps you from shying away from the new sensation, an arm looped around your waist keeping you tight to his bare chest. and good thing, too, seeing as mason's tongue slips in between jamie's fingers not a second later.

they're right and truly pleasuring you now, and you can't wait a second more.

you surrender.

and, as promised, you show them what real moans sound like from a woman—not that fake shit they subject you and trevor to through the walls on a semi-regular basis.

the sounds of you ripping at the seams spur them on, and it's starting to get difficult to discern who's to blame for the puddle beneath you. this are sloppier and more obscene than ever, and you're loving every single second of it, you almost feel like this is your gift and not theirs.

—which is why you nearly write it off as a trick of a pleasure-drunk mind.

you feel it against your sopping, swollen folds before they notice it themselves; in electing to run their tongues up and down the same path at the same time, their mouths mingled along the way—and continue to do so. the delicious, foreign sensation of their mouths tangled in a clandestine dance buys your silence. and easily.

sooner or later, they’d realize and your fun would mostly likely cease—they've never given any indication of feeling either way—and you weren’t about to speed the process along, especially not when you have the pearly gates in sight.

trevor's won't call attention to it either because he's enjoying it as much as you are. maybe more. he's twitching like crazy against the small of your back, and each time jamie and mason convene between your knees, his hips shamelessly rut into you softness like a feral dog.

he nudges you, warm lips against your cheek. "look."

giving your head a downward tilt, his firm hand directs your attention to the object of his—your boyfriend isn't the only one seeking respite by way of aimless grinding.

mason and jamie have their hips flush to your bed, their burning, sweat-stained cheeks glued to your inner thighs, one slightly scratchier than the other—the best of both worlds. their eyes are nearly black with lust. their frantic movements are more pleasure-seeking than precise, driving into the wrinkled sheets with just one thing in mind.

you've never seen anything quite like it before, and your body reacts in kind.

naturally, trevor sees the signs before anyone. he knows your body best, something he takes great pride in. you'd wager he knows more about what makes you tick than even you do. he's put in enough hours, that's for sure.

trevor doesn't bother disgusting the desire weighing on his voice, "beg."

your lips part as if on cue. your boyfriend (selfishly) indulges your pitiful little whines and repetitive pleas—he'll never pass up an opportunity to rub his handiwork in envious faces—but, eventually, he cuts you off before you get too far into the bit.

"—not you, silly bunny. them."

aghast, mason rips his mouth away and you whine at the sudden loss. jamie strokes your walls sympathetically.

"you're joking."

"does it sound like i'm joking, mctavish? you're lucky i'm even letting you see her like this, let alone touch what's mine, and it's a fucking privilege to watch her cum. convince me that you've earned it."

you weren't expecting to find it so erotic, the power trevor wields over them. you're no stranger to his persuasive prowess; his commands alone were enough to get you off some nights. but this is different, and markedly so.

watching him command his best friends—his friends, reducing them to docile creatures eager to eat from the palm of his hand with words alone, is what tips you over the edge.

their persistent chorus of compliance is swallowed entirely by your wanton cunt, but that was by design.

trevor always knows what you need.

when the dam in your abdomen fractures alongside your voice, he holds your wrists tight to his bare thighs, preventing you from grounding yourself in either of his friends' messy mops or finding purchase anywhere on his body. he can't have you distracted. he needs you to enjoy every second of it. your full, undivided attention must be on the pampering you're receiving, and the tender care with which his friends provide it.

it's okay if you're too weak—of mind, body or both—to make that happen for yourself. your boyfriend is more than willing to pin you down as you ride out your first high of the night. happy to, really.

on the come down, jamie rubs light, lazy circles over your sore, swollen clit almost apologetically. mason laps up your release because it'd be a crime to waste a drop—trevor made that abundantly clear earlier in the night. once he's drunk you dry, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"i think i could, um, use a bit more practice?" he announces bashfully—as if he didn't just make you squirt into his mouth.

jamie perks up at his side, fingers and lips still shiny. he's savoring the fruit of their labors like a precious delicacy, knowing it could be the last time he gets a taste. dark lashes shy and fluttering, his puppy-dog eyes blink up at you. "me too."

a wicked smirk forms on trevor's face; they see it, you hear it.

"gentlemen, how's your stroke game?"

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piratefishmama · 7 months

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Finders Givers | Part 5

“So why’d you freak out?” Eddie expected the grilling, the second they left that extravagant building, he expected the grilling. “I mean, they were both super nice, I mean… Robin was… wow, I mean did you see her? I just—” he also kind of expected that, with the way Chrissy had just frozen at her entrance? Yeah. he expected that. “Wowzers y’know? But Steve was really nice too! He’d have probably offered us those jobs Eddie, we need jobs! Just cause rent is frozen doesn’t mean we don’t need jobs, we could save up our wages and use it on like, a holiday or something, we could go to Hawaii an be dumb white people tourists like in Lilo and Sti—”

“Did you not feel the vibes that guy was giving off?” Eddie didn’t usually interrupt her, she could go on a tangent, and the tangents were usually pretty cute so he’d often just let her go on with herself until she ran out of topics, allowing her to feel comfortable to just talk without feeling like she shouldn’t, but this time… he couldn’t hold it in.

“Steve?” She didn’t seem to mind though “yeah, I almost offered to let you two have some alone time, he was giving you serious bedroom eyes—”

“Chrissy no, nope! Not that! No he’s—he’s weird.”

“Weird in a hot way? Cause in my humble opinion he was working that suit. Do you think that tan was natural because oo-wee was it working for him.”

“Well yes, we both have eyes, but also no, dangerous weird, y’know? Something felt wrong about him, Chriss.” He felt like he was drifting in open waters and Steve was a huge leviathan type thing just waiting in the depths beneath him to drag him down away from light, away from life.

“You’re just saying that because he’s the boss of this big multimillion dollar company. Next you’ll be saying he’s capitalism personified or something, rich man buys out the neighbourhood, blah blah I can’t do your infamous table speeches, but listen, Eddie, he’s… he seems nice, maybe he is just nice.”

“And maybe he’s the mafia.”

“Eddie…”

“HE COULD BE! We don’t know that he isn’t.”

“This isn’t a movie, Eddie, c’mon let's just go home, maybe we can call up later about those jobs, yeah? It couldn’t hurt to work at a place you play at. Lenny wouldn’t give us the time of day when we tried applying for jobs there before, maybe we can get one now, it’s like… fate! Maybe Steve and Robin will come in one night and we can wow them with our fancy bartender skills, which we’ll of course learn through extensive trial and error, maybe a training montage, I’ll get my very own uptown girl an you’ll get your own hot rich man who’ll buy you fancy things and pamper you like I know you won’t admit you like but I know you’d eat that shit up.”

“Thought you just said this wasn’t a movie.”

“Some movies are based on real life stories! It could happen! It’s more likely than the mafia, c’mon.” Well… she had a point, they did need jobs, and Steve had… well he’d been nice hadn’t he?

There could be so many ulterior motives to what he was doing but why would it have to negatively affect them? It could just negatively affect some dude called Phil who lived two states over, it didn’t even have to involve them, really. Besides getting them a new job, right?

Right?

“…Fine, but you can send over our resumes, I don’t want anything to do with this! If the handsome rich devil man decides to give us the jobs, and comes into the bar, and I HAPPEN to serve him, and impress him then I will concede that the universe would like me to have a nice thing happen, but I will not go looking for fairytale endings, okay?” He knew better than to get his hopes up.

Steve Harrington had looked at him like he was dinner, he’d done the whole stuck staring stupid bit, and it’d been endearing, cute, surprising considering holy shit Steve was like… way out of his league, but… if the universe wanted it to happen then the universe would make it happen!

Eddie would have no part in the process of it happening! He’d just… indulge a little in the end result.

“Someday, Eddie. Someday I’m going to convince you to go and find good things for yourself, and you’ll see just how easy it is to make yourself happy.”

“Someday perhaps, but today is not that day.”

“Be honest now… what did you think of him?” It wasn’t a common thing, Steve sat in front of Robin’s desk, in the chair opposite her big floor to ceiling windows, with Robin looking pretty menacing in her high backed chair, shadowed, her hands steepled at her chin, thumbs pressed into her own throat in thought, her silence stretched long enough for him to tack on “think from a non-lesbian standpoint.”

“I think he looks like a passel of Opossum in a trench coat. A domesticated raccoon, a wet rat that some cruel individual permed for some reason.”

“Well that’s mean, and definitely not from a non-lesbian standpoint.”

“That’s from a person with eyes standpoint.” Steve rolled his own eyes and slumped backwards in the chair like a petulant teenager, arms crossed over his chest. “He looks like he’d scamper, Steve.”

“What’s wrong with scampering?! It’s cute to scamper!”

“It’s reserved for tiny critters, not fully grown adult men.”

“Men can scamper if they want to, don’t you impose your weird masculine rules on us, Robbie, it’s problematic.”

“I swear to god if I catch you on twitter—” shook her head, hand lifted to cut herself off “Steve… is this guy really worth all the money you’re throwing at this?” It was a lot of money, a lot, and they wouldnt get any of it back.

“I mean… I don’t know, but then I didn’t know if Jane would be worth it, or if she’d get any use out of the bakery I bought for her, I didn’t know if paying Nancy’s debts off would be worth it, I didn’t know if any of you would be worth the effort and money I put in to bring you all in and keep you all healthy and safe, and I still did what I did for all of you, so… why is this guy any different?” So far he’d been a spectacular judge of character. “Plus!!! He comes with a very cute blonde!! I’m sure you noticed the very cute blonde.”

“Aren’t you worried that they might be dating?” It was a very good point, and one he hadn’t actually considered. But then—

“If they are then they are, it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t give them a chance like I gave all of you guys a chance.” Anyone who’d knock the shit out of their manager for their friend or partner was alright by him, it showed a loyalty that laughed in the face of authority, he LIKED when people laughed in the face of authory. Authority figures needed to be laughed at sometimes. And punched other times. Robin’s shoulders slacked, her expression shifting to one of soft amusement. “Yooooou wanted me to say that didn’t you?”

“Maybe a little. Just making sure you’re not thinking entirely with your dick. They’re not dating by the way… she’s not even a little bit his type.” Eddie had been quite open about his own sexuality, on purpose or just as a spur of the moment thing, Robin didn’t know, but it was nice to know Steve’s interest wasn’t entirely a lost cause.

“I was wondering why you dropped my relationship status in there.”

“Mmm… I did notice the very cute blonde… she seemed nice.” Bubbly, cute, like a cheerleader “and only because Chrissy seemed very nice… only because I would very much like to see her again… am I going to agree to go along with this nonsense without further complaint.”

“You cant agree to go along with something without complaint while calling it nonsense.”

“Watch me, Dingus.”

#PirateWrites #FindersGiversFiclet #Steddie #Mob Boss Steve Harrington #No Upside Down AU #Shady!Steve #CW: light-hearted stalker vibes

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ladystarksneedle · 6 months

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In attendance

Summary: A lady at court finds herself in a predicament as she's called upon by the Prince one evening.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: suggestive themes

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"The Prince has requested your presence in his chambers, my lady."

She looked up from her needlework in attendance, as the ladies around her watched in bewilderment and thinly veiled contempt. She knew they whispered insidious tales in her absence, wishing to further tarnish her reputation, already hanging by a thread. The needle in her hand felt heavy as she placed it down and followed the guard out the door. She could hear their chatter well before she'd crossed the threshold.

It was a strange arrangement she'd happened upon with him, something she'd never wished to enter into the first place. He'd been nothing but courteous upon their arrival in the capital, as was expected of him. Her father had brought her with him to attend to business with the other neighboring lords, hoping to present her to the court as well, having reached the age of eligibility to be courted. It was by sheer luck she'd been noticed by the Queen, something out of one of those bedtime tales she used to read as a child. Clad in green from head to toe, she had addressed them with a solemn curiosity, her gaze lingering a bit longer on her. She'd curtsied deeply in response, humbled by the attention. Their introduction, albeit short, was followed by an invite to the royal chambers in quick succession. Her presence at court had been noticed. The Queen had apparently been impressed by the manner in which she had conducted herself and wished for her to be a companion to her daughter, the Princess Helaena. Whether it was a political maneuver to strategically gain their family's alliance or an altruistic offer on her behalf, she had accepted readily, not that there was ever a true choice offered to her in the matter. Her fate was decided the moment she stepped through those doors much like when she stepped through the ones ahead.

He sat in his usual place, staring deeply into the fireplace, drumming his fingers on the armrest near him. To an onlooker he'd cut an imposing figure, calm and fierce. She'd come to know him far better given the short duration of their acquaintance.

"What took you so long", he asked, his cool voice cutting through the silence.

"Their gossip ran late today. It is rumored Lady Blount has found herself in a thorny predicament, one she can no longer drink her way out of"

"Hmm, how she found herself in that position begs the question in the first place. That woman is too insufferable to be looked at, let alone bedded."

"Oh hush, she isn't that displeasing."

"I have one eye and I'd rather gouge it out than suffer her presence"

She stalled sorting the supplies in her hand as she gazed at him in shock. He merely cocked his head in response, raising his eyebrow in question, eliciting a giggle from her.

"Does it bother you that much today, you seem fussier than usual."

"I am not fussy", he grumbled "I simply speak the truth and you are late."

"I told you I got held up, I tried to escape them earlier but I must keep up appearances"

"That is none of my concern"

"I thought my concerns warranted yours too" she whispered sitting on the armchair near him.

"Not ones as trivial as these."

She leaned over him silently deciding to drop the matter as she nodded her head gesturing to him. He removed his eyepatch and placed his hair to the side as she leaned over him, careful not to apply too much pressure as she lathered the salve in her hands generously across his wound.

"Do not put stock in the opinions of sheep. They merely bray and bleat wherever the grass grows fresh. They'll feast on a new rumor, come morrow."

"They seek to malign me. I've heard them when they think I'm not listening. It is only a matter of time before the news reaches my father."

"It shall not. I'll have their tongues removed before it does."

"You'd cut out a dozen tongues?"

"I'd mute the entire capital if it meant you'd stop fretting" he whispered, half in annoyance and half in an almost misplaced reverence.

She smiled despite herself as she continued cleaning and dressing his angry wound.

"That would leave us in quite a fix, you're hardly the conversationalist my prince, I'd be bored soon enough"

"I do not recall needing only my mouth to please you, my lady"

"Ah but it is your best asset"

"I thought my fingers sufficed," he replied with a smirk.

"Oh they do, but I'd prefer your pretty mouth with it" she replied cheekily as he winced. The wound near his cheek was deeper than the rest, running across his face and also the most sensitive.

"My apologies. It is almost over"

He hummed in response, closing his good eye and leaning back.

She continued to work in silence, interrupted only by the sound of the flames crackling in the hearth ahead.

"Sing to me" he whispered as she reached for another vial in between.

"You wouldn't like it"

"That is not what I asked"

"And what shall I sing about, Lady Blount and her permanent entanglement"

"Would a mocking tribute suffice for the Prince you serve"

"The Prince I serve would rather prefer it" she smiled looking up at him.

With his eye closed and hair swept to the side he looked almost at peace as he nodded in response. Even the darkened socket facing her seemed less angry at the moment. She wondered how she'd managed to warm her way to the man before her, cold and ethereal, beautiful yet devastating. The words she sang for him rang with admiration despite the jests they held. The corner of his mouth twitched up in response and she knew then, for all the insults flung behind her back, for every blackened mark tarnishing her standing at court, there wasn't a moment where she'd ever wish to leave.

Taglist: @witheredoffherwitch @arcielee @chompchompluke @barbieaemond

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thedrarrylibrarian · 3 months

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I'm so excited to welcome @phoebe-delia to the library! I've loved reading her work for a long time, and am always especially impressed by the fact that she answers so many prompts! My favorite of her series is Eight Drarry Nights at Hanukkah time every year, which are always warm and so full of love and light. I knew she'd pick a great fic, and I think it'll be a sweet and romantic start to your Valentines season. Thanks again to @phoebe-delia!

I want to start out by thanking the incredible @thedrarrylibrarian for the chance to participate in Happy Hour. You do phenomenal work, and I just really hope you know how valued you are. I fangirl every time we interact and I am incredibly honored to get to do this.

Now, on to the rec!

When our lovely Librarian asked me to do a guest rec for Happy Hour, this fic was the first to come to mind. I still gave it a lot of time and consideration, of course, but at the end of the day I kept coming back to this story.

plant me in your garden (and watch me grow) by @thehoneybeet. 5,505 words, Rated T, and make sure to check the tags to see if it’s right for you!

Malfoy walks across the grounds to the forbidden forest nearly every night, but falls asleep in class during the day. Harry can't get enough of him.

An eighth year fic.

Every fic of Honey’s that I’ve read makes me want to be a better writer, because their storytelling is so effortlessly rich. I always have at least one moment where I have to pause and look off into the distance so I can really appreciate a line and let it sink into my brain.

And this fic has quite a few of those moments for me. The descriptions here are so vivid; I felt like I was watching Drarry through a pensieve. I’m resisting the urge to quote dump here, because I think you should experience this writing for yourself in the way Honey intended it. It’s the kind of story that, in my humble opinion, can’t really be captured in a quote or two. It flows exactly as it needs to.

I adore how Honey characterizes both Draco and Harry. Draco has clearly changed after the war but has kept the same wit and fire that attracts Harry so much. And Harry is just trying to figure out how to exist in this post-war world without Voldemort after him, and it turns out Draco is a big part of his healing. It’s a joy to watch the two of them fall for and into each other.

I just looked back at the comments, because I remembered that I’d left one a while back when I first read it (which was, apparently, in September 2022? What even is time, omg). I’m going to quote from my past self, here, who called the writing “decadent,” and the story “fucking gorgeous,” “creative” and “special.” I told Honey that this fic would always have a special place in my heart. Clearly, my heart kept that promise.

I also told Honey at the time that the fic deserved a much longer, more intensive comment than I could articulate at the time. Turns out I needed over a year. This is as close as I think I’ll get to accurately expressing the way it makes me feel.

Plus, as a personal bonus, this fic happens to include some of my favorite tropes: eighth year, pining, and Harry’s never-ending obsession with Draco.

I hope you all enjoy this fic as much as I do (and that you remember to leave them kudos and a comment!) And Honey, thank you for writing something so wonderful that it stuck with me for over a year.

Love,

Phoebe

#drarry #friends of the library #phoebe-delia #thehoneybeet #happy hour friday #Happy hour with friends #Happy hour rec #Friday fic rec #Happy hour friday #Friday Happy hour #lots of love and Happy friday #Happy early valentines #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry x draco #the drarry librarian

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Thoughts on episodes 3 and 4: SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THEM

(Note that these are not in order)

I think we all knew something was up with Roger Rogers. I still like him well enough but he HAS to be a spy. You remember what he said in that canister room? That’s the kinda thing that undercover spies say. Whether or not he’s truly a good dude is beyond me. And how else could the key have gone missing?

I gotta agree with Johnny that the I Scream, You Scream interview was TOTALLY 100% biased and bullshit. Yeah Sully worked with Waternoose, but that was before ANYONE knew he was a criminal! And who do you think was the reason Waternoose is in prison? SULLY AND MIKE, THAT’S WHAT. SO TAKE THAT, JILL

Lmao poor Duncan he was so ready to take the job

I completely get Sully’s opinion of Johnny, tbh. College WAS a long time ago and people change since then. It’s kinda nice that they’re cordial

Having said that, I’m more on Mike’s side. Johnny pulled a Carrie, that’s not exactly something you can forget. Forgive, maybe. But forget? Hell no

“Probably bc nobody likes you”-TELL HIM, MIKE. TELL HIM

I hope Roze and her new love interest make their relationship work

Are Declan and Duncan related? It may be speciesest, but I think they are. They’re either brothers or cousins and I’m convinced Duncan hates him hfhfgrgd

Okay but Val bonding with the kid she was assigned to was so sweet 😭. I think that’s what Tylor has trouble with cuz he’s so awkward. I actually had something like that in mind beforeheand but that’s another story

I knew I’d like Joy the minute I saw her. I don’t know what the writers are gonna do with her yet but she seems like a sweetheart! I wonder if she’ll be the opposite of Randall? 🤔

Rose moved to Fear Co which is a shame cuz I wanted to see her become a jokester but all power to her. Also I love her voice :)

I see Crab Cakes is back and still kissing Johnny’s butt. The fact he was listening through the door proves he hasn’t changed a bit lmaooooo

Claire and her kids are back. I still wanna know the love story between them tbh. Like HOW?

Actually, maybe she was the one to humble Johnny after college and make him grow into a better monster. It’s happened before

“That almost made me feel something”-LORALIE I SWEAR YOU ARE YOUR MOM’S MINI ME. YOU ARE SO HER CHILD

JJ’s an innocent ball of sunshine and I hope to god he doesn’t end up like MU!Johnny

The song parodies in the Scareoke bit were hilarious

Not the Western vibe hdgdhdgd

SO CAN WE AGREE THAT CUTTER AND SUNNY ARE EXES? THEY’RE GIVING EXES VIBES

Oooooooh Duncan found the cup in the trash. He’s TOTALLY gonna use that against Tylor. Personally, I predict that it’s gonna be the cause of that one peek of everyone in Sully and Mike’s office looking all mad at Tylor

These are making me develop my oc, Atlas, more. Like I’m already picturing how their and Johnny’s interactions would go if they become unbanished

#just me rambling #cant wait to see where it goes #monsters at work season 2 #monsters at work

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they should have left august have genuine feelings for day imo like we already saw him kinda disappointed it was not a date with mork... the whole kiss thing felt so wrong they did day (and august too tbh) dirty

to start off, thank you for indulging me with a ltts message 🥰 also I hope this isn't too long, i havent had the time to seriously think about this episode so this is my chance 💓

throughout the episode I began wondering if august was a legitimate contender and the thought bothered me for a few reasons: i had been under the impression the plot isn't really about that; that there would be no space to fit in a love triangle of this size if other conflicts were to be explored and resolved. basically that mork and day would have enough on their plate without august in the picture and focusing on those two would only slow down the development of the main couple. I did find the thought of august's intentions being serious intriguing though, a bit frustrating, yes, but also interesting.

now, I had a bit of trouble understanding your point but im guessing you mean we already saw that day was disappointed the party wasn't a date so we're aware of his feelings and they are not aimed at august anymore? so it wouldn't have been an issue if august just continued liking day because day doesn't like him that way anymore, right? because I get that, it wouldn't have been the first time that's happened on screen haha but also that's exactly why I'm not that fond of the idea. day and august having a mutual crush and that going for a few episodes? THAT I find intriguing, an actual relationship trying to figure itself out while it's doomed by the narrative because it isn't the main romance.

but august having actual romantic feelings for day and stepping aside (because the show wants this couple dealt with by the end of the first half, apparently, and it would have cut him off somehow) would be something both sad and also, in my humble opinion, redundant. I've seen it before, it's just a bummer for everyone involved and I don't need it here.

what the plot actually did was very nice, as weird as it sounds. it gave us a character who loves his mate a lot. I do not doubt that august has strong feelings for day. everyone is pissed at him at the moment, day is hurt because there was pity, mork is angry because there was lack of consideration but that boy cares for day, a lot. i suppose there are feelings of guilt, they were on the court together when day lost his vision and then he didn't contact august for over a year. august probably felt some sort if personal responsibility for day's condition or for his behaviour towards him while they were partners, for the fact day felt he couldn't tell him the truth. so there is guilt and there is pity but also there is affection for a friend, for a partner, for the person alongside which you aimed for your dreams. they have a bond (and im sure people have expressed a lot about their sync and dynamic that I haven't picked up on but a bond is undeniable).

august tried to be a better person, a warm one, someone day doesn't recognise. he tried to be everything he wasn't before because thats what he decided day wants and needs. the night at the bar he was already feeling bad about leaving day to hang. on a side note, while the episode was airing i ran to check whether the cast was there that night and if it was on the same arm. it was. august didnt lie and im paranoid lmao anyways

the scene was crushing for mork and us, sure, but it was also very hard for august. he had had an accident, he couldn't contact day and still went as soon as he could after midnight. when he heard the confession he ran which honestly felt like an appropriate reaction - indicating he was there would make day embarrassed and pretending to come in later also wouldn't work because his partner who recently came back into his life with shocking news after ghosting him for a year suddenly confessed he's in love with him. while he's exhausted and hurt. of course the kid needed time to process what the fuck is going on! and he came back the very next morning, ready to make things right.

the issue stems from the fact he had no clue what right is, his underdeveloped brain told him to be a better friend than before but it went too far off in the direction of that thought and landed at "be what he wants you to be to a T" which includes, well, a romantic interest. and that's just not something you can force but alas, earnest, stupid august tried to check off everything on the "make day happy" list.

that boy ran off crying (I would too if mork glared at me like a maddog but still) because he kissed and got kissed by someone he didn't want such contact with ( the reciprocated kiss was A Lot for him) and then realised he'd hurt the person he wanted to satisfy in every way. his words indicate he didn't intend the kiss to be just one, that he wanted to actively change the way he feels about day, that he considered being his boyfriend. I figure he truly realised that was not an option while the kiss was happening hence why the second one had him running away again.

we know august is impulsive and earnest, his intentions were coming from a good place but he couldn't plan to save his life. he acts with his heart and so he was relying on falling for day till the end with no backup plan. it's either that or he knew before the kiss and intended it to be a single gift and I can't tell which is worse. in any case he was aware of the big possibility him and days weren't going to work out so his actions were majorly irresponsible.

the kiss had me screaming NOO literally and then the second one nearly had me gripping my hair, idek what sounds I made from the beginning till the end of that scene but "felt wrong" is something I can understand though it didd feel wrong but maybe not in the way you mean?

i didn't know nor suspect august's intentions and thought process so the kiss felt real to me and though I was against it as an avid morkday shipper, I didn't think that narratively it was bad. day was done dirty a 100% (though he gets mork acting on his feelings finally so..glass half full..?). let's not forget that mork actively supported day's perception of the situation as flirting - not his fault, that's what august was doing after all - but it's something that made the fall that much worse. day was getting hyped up by mork the way he was by gee ABOUT mork before that. he gets affected by his friends' opinions because he relies on them to read the other's body language and intentions. so there is this feeling of helplessness not only because of the pity that guided august's actions but the fact he couldn't assess the situation himself. so yes, for this and many other reasons, day was done dirty by every definition of the phrase.

but as for august and the plot I'm not so sure. august as a character is, to me, much more interesting as this confused and, frankly, unintelligent young man whose heart seems to be in the right place..? but whose actions are totally misguided than if he were, let's say, a good guy finally acting on his crush after years. I suppose he could've stopped before the kiss and told day the truth and maybe day would be a bit disappointed but definitely more forgiving and less heartbroken..

but then how would we see that day can help mork tame his anger with just a touch of the hand? and we needed an act so grotesque that would lead them to have a conversation that makes mork want to scream "I do not pity you, I haven't pitied you for a second, you are so strong and smart and loveable, i love you, how could you ever focus on a nobody like him when you are everything, you deserve so much more, how could you not know that, why did i ever let him near you, i should have never allowed for this to happen, i love you so much god I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU" (yes thats what those eyes at the rooftop said, idk what yall heard.)

i believe the charm of this scene and this whole conflict is that no one there is acting out of malice. it's just people doing what they think is right. mork stepping aside was not the right move technically but it fits his character and the plot as well. imo august wasn't done dirty, he was made interesting and also he isn't a bad guy. he did some really harmful shit but by the end of the scene i didn't feel an ounce of malice from him. there could still be love between the two but one that's not based around day walking on eggshells and one that doesn't rely on august to be something he is not. when they arent forced by the outside to be in close proximity and make things work, when they can just tease each other comfortably without taking all of the other's happiness and well-being as their own responsibility, thats when they could have a nice casual friendship with a lot of appreciation for the other. i believe him and day would reconcile at some point in the future when day is ready to forgive and august is ready to stop running.

#this turned into an august defense essay huh #last twilight #ltts #morkday #im sorry if i sound too..whats the word defiant? like i am hardly against your points #i think they are very valid in the sense that we all have dofferent views of our beloved characters and we want different things from shows #truth of the matter is that if the story went the way you envisioned it i probably would still like it! im just satisfied with what we got #i say im tired and then write for like an hour jesus #thank you for this again <33 hope its comprehensible im not checking hahah

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creweemmaeec11 · 1 year

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Chilly Interview

This is my Secret Santa Gift for @watercolorfreckles ! I hope you enjoy it! <3

A very short journalist/photographer is among the crowd of press clamoring at villain for photos/a statement/etc., and they are too small to reach Villain or see past the crowd. What happens when villain notices them and pushes past the rest of the paparazzi and news reporters to offer them a personal photo/statement?

It was often hard to see through the bright camera flashes and microphones shoved in her face. This was certainly the least enjoyable part of this whole fiasco, but sadly, the media was also the fastest highway to the heroes, so Flash Freeze put up with it.

Currently, however, there were so many questions coming at her so fast it practically made her head spin, and given that she was known for her speed, that was saying something.

"How would you describe the success of your last crime?!"

"If you could steal anything, what would it be?!"

"Do you have any other hobbies?!"

She sighed. The villain didn't answer any of the questions; of course, this was normal. The media knew that. They were lucky she was letting them take so many photos and getting so close in the first place. Most villains didn't extend even that much courtesy. She was just using them to get the attention of the hero agency, though, and the media also knew this.

It was a symbiotic relationship, in theory.

In reality, the media were bloodthirsty gulls, and it was like her silence only encouraged them. Every single reporter competing to get one of the rare answers she did offer. Typically short and curt, but as valuable as they were rare. Worth fighting over.

"What do you think of the city's newest hero programs?!"

"Stupid," she deadpanned, disinterested, "and useless,"

She was hoping an answer might satiate the crowd a bit, but she should have known better. A drop of blood in the water only attracted the sharks.

"Why do you think that?!"

"Could you elaborate on that?!"

"What would you say to someone who was thinking about enrolling?!"

The villain sighed again, checking her watch. Hero sure was taking his sweet time.

When she looked back up, that was when she first noticed him, even through the bright flashes.

A lone reporter, who had seemingly given up on trying to fight through the crowd, and she could see why. To say he was pretty short would be an understatement, but he was also on his own, lacking the camera crew that would have helped him push through the crowd.

But... it was more than that. Sure, his height was one thing, but that wasn't the whole story. He was a competent reporter, based on the nice suit jacket and professional recorder hooked on his belt. He was wearing a look of disappointment, not in himself, but in the lengths he would have to go to get a statement. He'd chosen not acting like a savage animal over getting a possible promotion.

There was a certain respect she felt for that, to not stoop below your own morals.

Not that he had much of a choice anyway, with his height and all...

She watched the reporter as he idly stood back, looking as though he was contemplating leaving, before he glanced back at the circus before him, causing their eyes to meet.

He seemed to freeze in place, sucking in a sharp breath of surprise, which was pretty damn cute, in Villain's humble opinion.

She smirked, still holding his gaze before vanishing in a blur. It only took a millisecond with her super speed to whizz around the crowd and appear next to him, startling him so much he nearly dropped his microphone. The sound he made wasn't quite a squeak... but let's just say he was probably lucky his recorder wasn't on.

The villain's ice-blue eyes glinted dangerously, like the light of a sharp icicle, just waiting to fall.

"I'm sorry; what was your question?" She asked innocently, a stark contrast to the mischievous amusement on her face.

His eyes widened, staggering, before he quickly fumbled to click his recorder on.

"I- right- uhm," He took a breath, composing himself, "I was wondering-"

He wasn't even able to get his question out before the rest of the bloodthirsty mob had reswarmed them, shoving the microphone back into villain's face while their million questions overlapped each other.

She glared.

All of a sudden, a loud crackling or fizzing-like sound could be heard emanating from below as Flash Freeze's eyes began glowing. The reporters and camera crews gasped as a thick layer of frost began spreading across the ground.

"I don't believe..." the villain began, voice suddenly echoing and haunting as frost danced from her breath with every word, "I was talking to any of you,"

Suddenly a large ice spike shot up out of the ground, causing the hoard of reporters to jump backwards. More and more began erupting, pushing the whole crowd back with an orchestra of cries.

Everyone except the reporter she actually wanted to speak to right now, who had been separated by the ice pyres.

"Simple human decency," the villain sighed, "so rare nowadays," she turned back to the reporter, who looked pale enough to be made of the ice that surrounded him, "You were *trying* to say?"

He swallowed, but nodded, "Thank you, I uh, I was wondering how exactly you pick your... uh... targets,"

After asking, he extended his microphone over, hand definitely not shaking slightly, holding it a respectable distance away from her.

"Oh look, you're not trying to force me to eat the microphone! How polite!" She fake gasped, her tone full of sweet mockery as she glared at the cameras that still peered over her ice spikes.

"As for my targets... I guess it depends. Sometimes I'm going for something because it has materialistic or monetary value, sometimes strategic value, other times, it's just caught my interest. There's no one determining factor,"

That was the single longest statement she'd ever given the tabloids. And the reporter's wide eyes confirmed he knew this as well. The villain smiled sweetly, causing him to blush.

He drew the microphone back, "What are your favourite parts about being a villain?" He questioned, adjusting the glasses on his nose, before returning the microphone to her.

"Oh there's so many things," she mused dreamily, one arm across her stomach, the other elbow resting atop it with her hand under her chin, thinking, "I'm my own boss; no day is ever the same, the payout..." her eyes drifted over the civilian in front of her, "and the cute reporters are always a plus..."

The reporter immediately went bright red, but before anyone could respond further, the hero's voice echoed through the streets, "Flash Freeze!"

"Oop, that's my cue!" The villain quipped, before she abruptly reached forward, hand slipping under the reporter's jacket. Said reporter went statue still, sucking in a sharp breath, eyes wide as he felt her ice-cold fingers exploring.

She quickly found the inner pocket of his jacket with his business cards, pulling one out and twirling it between her fingers as she began stepping back.

"We'll have to continue this conversation during our interview later," she winked.

Then, there was a sudden blur, and just like that, she was gone.

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polychr0matic · 7 months

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Pour a little salt. ~ S.B.

Author’s Note: This was just something I wrote because I had a bad day and needed to have something good to come out of it, which I think this is??? Been years since I’ve shared my writing so this may be terrible, sorry. ☹️ It’s also kind of incomplete. Perhaps a series if people respond well? Anyway, happy reading!

TW: Some self-deprecating thoughts and dialogue, Ravenclaw ‘reader’, no use of Y/N, brief mentioning of Wormtail and Snape.

Don’t look in the mirror. Don’t look in the mirror. Don’t look in the mirror. It was the current mantra that was ceaselessly repeating in my head and coincidentally, the only thing keeping myself from tumbling over the ledge into the abyss below. For now. I haven’t the foggiest idea how I got here or how I came to be like this, but it seemed like there was nothing that was going to change anytime soon. Might as well learn to deal. Right?

I inhale deeply through my nose and slowly blink a couple of times, allowing the surrounding world to come back into focus, a welcome distraction perhaps. Same deep blue drapes and bedding, clothes strewn about, spare bits of parchment and quills littered on bedside tables and even on the floor, Pandora’s crystal collection placed sporadically - even though she will say it’s intentional - on every windowsill and lately, popping up in our socks. It was what I was used to seeing day in and day out, never changing, making a mockery of me as if I didn’t already know. Tiresome. Frustrating. Pointless. Could not have chosen three better words in my humble opinion. A sigh soon escapes and I shake my head vigorously in an attempt to get back on track. So much for a distraction, eh?

With a quick, and stupid, look back over my shoulder, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror and I struggle not to react, only managing to take in the ghastly bags under my eyes and the monstrosity, that some might call hair, piled on top of my head. Why did you do that? Nothing good ever comes of it. You never learn. I flinch, reeling back a bit before swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. One would think I would be used to the commentary that just so happened to swirl through my mind as if it owned the place, but no - I’d never be that lucky.

I somehow managed to make it to almost all of my lessons that day without incident. Until Potions. The positive affirmations I had given myself to recite quietly clearly weren’t enough since it only took one single moment to unravel everything completely and send me into a deep spiral. Not that I was doing all that great to begin with, mind you, but I liked to think I had a pretty decent handle on things.

I was in my 6th year at Hogwarts and somehow ended up in Advanced Placement Potions with Slughorn at the end of the day, how thrilling, and let’s just say that nothing was going my way. We were working on Scintillation Solution and apart from putting incorrect amounts in, I was also hellishly allergic to the powdered unicorn horn and of course this particular potion used quite a bit of it. Unavoidable contact at best. Nevertheless, I grit my teeth and got to work, hoping that I would have something that would at least get a passing mark. Oh how wrong I was.

The space next to mine was taken up by none other than Snivellus Severus Snape, one of the most gifted in Potions, and from the moment Slughorn began, I could sense the animosity radiating off of him. Was it directed at me? No… It was for James Potter, who had arrived before anyone else to take up Severus’ usual spot next to Lily Evans, a self-satisfying smirk set upon his face. Which means I got the shit end of the stick. Wonderful.

I keep my eyes averted and focused dutifully on my Scintillation Solution, not paying the greasy git a single lick of attention, until my wand slips from my fingers and in a desperate attempt to catch it before it makes its new home in my smoking cauldron, I end up flinging powdered unicorn horn… Everywhere. I begin to cough, rough and grating, as the particles sneak their way into my sinuses, coating my skin and robes, the table; yeah, I wasn’t kidding when I said it was everywhere. And to make matters worse, like the allergic reaction I was having wasn’t enough, I even managed to get some on, you guessed it, Snape. The world must really hate me.

“Are you that incompetent that you can’t even hold onto your wand without making a proper mess? And you’re supposed to be a Ravenclaw,” Snape sneered with a distasteful curl of his upper lip. “You should be resorted back into Hufflepuff for how daft you are. And to think, I could’ve been sitting next to Lily.”

Now, in hindsight, he could’ve said a lot worse. Truly. I just couldn’t stomach it. Not after how I was this morning, head in a tizzy, not knowing which way was up, down, or sideways. It hit a little differently and I felt the familiar prickling sensation behind my eyes. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. I bite down on the fleshy inside of my cheek and clench my hands into fists, already feeling my body begin to shake and drop in temperature. I felt cold. Detached. I needed to get the every loving fuck out of here.

“Oh! My dear! Are you alright?” Slughorn. I swallow thickly and keep the tears at bay with all of my might before glancing up at the greying Professor with a tight smile, “Splendid. Although, I wouldn’t mind a trip to the Hospital Wing if that’s alright, Professor.”

“Of course, of course! I will excuse you for the rest of the lesson and come see me after Madam Pomfrey tends to you, I will allow you to redo your Scintillation Solution at a later date.”

I flash another tight smile in thanks as I shove my wand into my robes, grab my bag, and hightail it out of there. I catch the concerned looks from Lily and Sirius on the way, but with a slight shake of my head, I dismiss them both, classroom door slamming shut behind me.

“Madam Pomfrey fixed you right up! You look right as rain now!”

“Thanks Pete.” I squeeze his shoulder and offer my usual tight smile, not wanting to offend the poor guy when he meant well enough. “I feel much better as well.” Liar.

James tore his eyes away from the petite redhead in the corner that was currently talking with Marlene McKinnon to spare a glance my way, a small frown taking root on his lips, “Are you sure? Snivellus looked pretty pissed and I can’t help but feel responsible. I mean, I did take the only seat he sits in.”

I roll my eyes and wave him off, not wanting his sympathy nor his guilt. A witch could only bear so much after all. “Don’t let it tie your wand in a knot. I’m rubbish at Potions, so something would’ve happened regardless of who was sitting there.”

The curly haired Marauder opened his mouth to speak again before Remus cuts in, “You aren’t rubbish at Potions. I’ve seen your marks and believe me, there are worse.” Always the gentleman.

“Yeah! Can’t be worse than Wormtail. He didn’t even make it into Advanced Placement Potions, the tosser.” Sirius.

“HEY!”

A chuckle passes through my lips and I flick my line of vision upwards only to be met with storm clouds, seeming to swirl around as they observe silently. I momentarily lose my breath and cough into a fist, looking away but not before catching the knowing glint flash within the grey.

Ah, Friday. Last day of lessons and I happened to have bribed Remus with copious amounts of chocolate that I would buy at Honeydukes next Hogsmeade trip for his in-depth notes for Ancient Runes. Seriously, always a gentleman. Despite the bribe, oops.

It was cool outside, wind crisp and causing the fallen leaves from The Whomping Willow to rustle around, the spidery branches whipping around in irritation, and my skin grew cold as a result. I guess the cream colored jumper I chose to wear wasn’t doing a very good job at keeping me warm. Pity. I rub my hands together as I walk along the winding path that led down to Care of Magical Creatures, thankful that I seemed to be the only student bonkers enough to be wandering about with the wind being the way it was. I wasn’t much of a people person and the thought of having to actually hold a conversation of merit made my skin crawl. I shudder with a shake of my head and kick a couple of stones on the path, watching as they skitter off into the grass, thoroughly enjoying my own form of entertainment.

CRACK!

CRAAAAACK!

“Oh for the love of MERLIN!”

Sirius? What the hell was he doing out here? And where the hell was he at? My brow furrows as I follow the source of the noise and Sirius’ voice, coming to the edge of The Forbidden Forest. Of course the arse would go in there. I mean, why wouldn’t he? I should know better by now at this point really.

I step past the tree line with a squint of my eyes, even when there was still light in the sky it was darker than ever within, and call out, “Sirius?”

Nothing.

“Sirius, is that you?!”

Nothing.

“SIRIUS!”

“OOF!”

I land on the ground. Hard. Rocks and fallen branches dig into my back as I groan, beginning to wiggle around wildly to get out from under the crushing weight on top of me. My ribs were digging into my lungs and I wheeze, pushing my hands against a solid chest and beginning to shove. “Get off of me!”

“Sorry darling. I didn’t see you there.”

I huff, “Clearly.”

There’s a flash of white and a reverberating chuckle before the weight is lifted, Sirius Black now plopped beside my still flat form, casually sitting cross-legged like he hadn’t just knocked the damn wind out of me seconds before. I sit up and brush off my arms before zeroing in on the sharp Aristocratic features of the eldest Black brother. “What the devil are you doing out here in The Forbidden Forest? Full moon isn’t until next week so spare me the pathetic story of ‘preparing things for Moony’, please.”

Sirius simply stares; eyes twinkling with amusement they looked like molten silver today and the infamous signature smirk playing at his lips, “And to think I was under the impression that everyone bought that story time and time again. Guess I was wrong on that one, eh?”

“Obviously.”

“Okay Severus.”

“What did you just say?”

He holds up his hands then, slender fingers adorned with rings that matched his eyes and the knuckle tattoos that he and James thought were an ingenious idea one night after a bottle of Firewhiskey. “Nothing darling. Nothing.” Our eyes meet once more and I feel a warmth spread from the top of my head and down the length of my spine, goosebumps pebbling up as I shiver. The fuck was that? “Right. Are you going to answer my question or sit and stare some more?”

“I think I could stand to sit and stare for just a bit longer.”

If there were ever an Order of Merlin for the biggest eye roll one singular person could perform, I would’ve won. “Fine, be an arse. I’m leaving.” And with that, I stand and brush some more leaves off, stalking back towards the tree line and the awaiting path that led back up to school.

“Oi! Wait a minute! Let me walk you back!”

I ignore him and keep making a beeline up the path, Hogwarts being my destination and I needed to get there. Quickly. All I wanted was to get back to my dorm so I could get warm. I swear it had gotten ten degrees colder since being in and leaving the forest. I was shivering like mad now and I didn’t see it letting up until I got inside.

“Hey! WAIT!”

I don’t know why I stopped, but I did and with an exasperated sigh escaping my throat, “Bloody hell, Sirius! What do you want?! I’m freezing my tits off and I want to get inside!” I whirl around and cross my arms over my chest, hands buried into my armpits to starve off the chill, and fire in my eyes. I truly loved all of The Marauders, but I was at my wits end with this particular member of the group and he was about to see my wrath if he didn’t tread lightly.

Sirius stopped a few feet in front with raised eyebrows, that same bit of amusement still present, “No need to bite my head off. I told you I would walk you back and I intend to do so. Even if you are particularly cranky today and have been for the last few days might I add.”

“Cranky? I’m not cranky. I already told you that I’m freezing and want to get inside. Not my fault you can’t take a hint.” I bite back, taking a step further back as Sirius mimics by taking a step closer. The man was infuriating, I tell you.

The taller male looks even more amused, probably just to spite me, and takes another step closer, “I’m actually very good at taking hints, so with that point being made, allow me to elaborate further just to show you how right I am…” His tongue flicks out to lick his lips just as he takes another step, but this time I have the mind to step back again. “Why do you keep moving away when you clearly don’t want to?”

My breath catches in my throat and I freeze, eyes widening a fraction before I force a look of indifference, “What are you on about, Sirius?”

“I think you perfectly well know.”

“I don’t.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Hm.”

That one little syllable grated on my nerves more than a full blown soliloquy would’ve and I clench my jaw, turning on my heel and practically sprinting up the rest of the pathway until a hand wraps around the upper part of my arm, putting all movement to a halt.

Bloody HELL.

“Wha-?!”

“I said I was walking you back, so no snarky comebacks. Just walk.”

Well, alright then.

#polychr0matic #sirius black x reader #reader insert #x reader #harry potter #the marauders #marauders era #james potter #lily evans #remus lupin #marlene mckinnon #peter pettigrew #sirius black #writing #fanfiction

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roo-bastmoon · 1 year

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Hello kind stranger. I like your blog and as a follow up to your other anon I hope it's okay to share my thoughts on why I personally feel Jikook are very much a thing now more than ever with you (you don't have to post this). I trust my eyes, ears and gut feeling and as a mature army I think I know how a potential relationship look like pretty well and some of the things I see Jikook are doing {what they don't do is also very telling} makes me go DING DING DING every single time so here are my two cents:

The amount of shows and Korean dramas they have to watch together because unless they tell each other everything they do over the phone and are into the exact same jokes in at least 15 different dramas and memes it's almost impossible to have this amount of similar banters so I can't help but thinking they spend a lot of time together and we just don't get to see it. I also think there are small signs that they could be living together but nobody can tell for sure but that's a different topic

Jimin apologizing for JK acting up in a cute harmless way or thanking others who compliments him. Basically how they have interesting different boundaries when it comes to each other that goes beyond taking care of a friend: ^Want me to cut if for you? Don't show your toe socks on live^ You need to make him feel better not making fun of his UN mistake^ and more

Interactions that can't be explained if they are just platonic friends in my humble opinion. For instance Hobi asking Jimin why he's doing his birthday live in JK studio and Jimin doesn't have an answer but looking down and smiling while JK changed the topic with dancing, followed by Hobi giggling and hugging Jimin. The time Hobi teased Jimin about JK being in charge of clothes and again Jimin stuttered. These interactions combined with small gestures like JK waiting for Jimin to pass so he can walk right after him or holding his bags or always wanting to do the heavy lifting even in games as an instinct (have you seen this run episode?) speak volumes to me and only amplifying what I think

Which brings me to the neck bite gate, the ear sucking on stage, the thirst trap birthday wish, GCF Tokyo, maybe the initials tattoos. regardless of what people say it can't be denied that no one will do those things for someone if they are in a romantic relationship with another person. No one will stay awake at night to act sexy in a birthday video for someone you are heavily rumored to be in relationship with when you are already in a relationship. it's disrespectful and rude towards your partner and doesn't fit with the people I think JK or Jimin are. I fully believe that this is a universal truth and that is the real reason why haters always call the 4, 5 BIG jikook moments a lie or ignore them like the plague with childish excuses because even they know deep down that you simply don't do that when you have a boyfriend or girlfriend at home. I'm not one of those people who think Jikook have been together for a decade or know for a fact they are exclusive but these instances happened in the span of years. Just saying

Their early days. Jimin used to ask for kisses constantly and Jungkook was very much into letting Jimin win at games, stand offs and what not. I think it's safe to say both acted towards each other in a a unique way that is different to the rest of the members and I find it interesting how Jimin stopped asking and how JK is still to this day is very gentle when it comes to Jimin. it was very much a puppy love that could have evolved in time to a relationship which is very natural in a place of work

The level of intimacy that is different even for BTS standards. For instance JK seeking with his hand to find bare skin or taking a bite from the pizza silce at the similar spot or proudly showing a neck bite from Jimin on his neck and everything they did in point 4.

Body language- the way they turn their full body towards each other on stage, photos, during games, in official promo videos, the way they sit, and even when they are telling jokes tables apart

Their own bandmates and how they look at one of them when the other one is doing something funny or worth mentioning. very much a setting of a group of friends singling out a couple

The people in their lives seem close. Parents, brother, Poly C, even some of their follow list.

Similar views on life, answers, experiences, likes and dislikes. They click too well and there's a reason why there's endless footage of them doing nothing on the side but enjoying their time together

I won't pretend that I know anything as a fact but ironically in jikook history a lot of things become less complicated and MUCH more easier to explain if they are a couple than if they are not so I go by the rule 'the simplest explanation is usually the correct one'.

Yes yes hell to the yes.

What you said.

#jikook

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 2 years

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Hi! How's your day been? So sorry for bothering you but, do you have any fic recommendations were Stiles is a werewolf? Either he was bitten instead of Scott, or bitten to be saved, anything really, as long as Stiles is a werewolf. Thank you in advance!

Hey @westanronweasley! I sure do.

Mate Revelation by sapphireginger

(1/1 I 781 I General I Stisaac)

Stiles has a mate, but they haven't come to him yet. So maybe chocolate, marshmallows, hot chocolate and peppermint is the way to go? At least that's what the note said.

The Secret in His Eyes by cywscross

(2/2 I 5,901 I Teen I Steter)

In the chaotic mess with the Alpha Pack, nobody realizes Stiles was bitten. Even if they did, Stiles doubts anything would have changed.

That’s alright. After Scott lets Deucalion go, Stiles simply lies in wait for the so-called Demon Wolf at the edge of town, and in the dark of night, a wolfsbane bullet puts the werewolf down, and as Deucalion draws his last breath, Stiles’ eyes flare a bright blood red.

The White Wolf by Ellana17

(4/? I 7,781 I General I Sterek)

“Listen, buddy. Two of your Betas broke into my home in the middle of the night, crashed in my bed, ate all my food and asked me to talk to you because they were too scared you’d rip them to shreds to do it themselves.” Or: Kate is back and trying to raise an army of werewolves. One of her “recruits” is Stiles.

Throw Me to the Wolves by skoosiepants

(1/1 I 13,493 I Teen I Sterek)

He feels the physical embodiment of devastated, his already too strung-out mind struggling to wall up all the hurt, the rejection—he takes a deep shuddering breath and looks down at the shredded skin on his arms, at the sluggish way they’re weakly healing.

There is nothing, nothing he wants more than to have Derek sweep in and make everything all better. He should have known, though, that something like that would never happen to him.

OR -

Stiles accidentally gets bitten, and everything goes to hell.

clearing out the unknown by 21hax

(8/? I 19,143 I Explicit I Sciles)

In which Scott and Stiles have a lot of casual sex, people start to go missing, and Stiles maybe gets turned into a werewolf a little bit.

(If You Could Only See) The Beast You've Made of Me by JR_Granger (wildelybroken)

(13/13 I 31,927 I Teen I Sterek)

After the whole kanima deal the pack hopes to relax. Sadly, this is Beacon Hills, so that doesn't happen.

There are a rash of attempted sacrifices, all found in the nick of time by Lydia. She and Stiles start checking things out, leading to the discovery of the darach and the realization that Stiles is the perfect sacrifice - all in time for him to be captured.

Things from there just all go downhill in Stiles' humble opinion. Though, admittedly, he's a little emotionally compromised and more than a little pissed off at everybody right now.

The Hour of the Wolf by Suaine

(4/4 I 54,045 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles never wanted to be a werewolf, but the choice is taken out of his hands by a series of unfortunate events. When he wakes up his life has become infinitely more complicated.were (you) by bhanesidhe

(24/? I 418,151 I Teen I Stydia)

Scott, Stiles & Lydia were the best of friends until tragedy struck, when an outing to Lydia's family Lake House ended in a car accident that took Claudia Stilinski's life. Scott & Lydia alone were rescued from the crash site, Stiles' body was never recovered. Traumatized & grief-stricken, Scott & Lydia drift apart until 6 years later when a Monster descends on Beacon Hills. As Supernatural forces throw them together they soon realize what really binds them is loyalty, friendship and finally a chance to find out the real reason behind Stiles disappearance.

I Was A Teenage Werewolf by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas)

(50/50 I 456,244 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles just knows he's going to get lost in the woods. There must be a Laura Palmer reference in there somewhere.

A fork in the road retelling of Teen Wolf where Stiles is the one to get bitten.

#teen wolf #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #wolf!stiles #sterek #derek hale #stydia #lydia martin #stisaac #isaac lahey #sciles #scott mcall

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therevengeoffrankenstein · 1 year

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x. eden boy

in which i am the villain.

ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn't've?) - buzzcocks

- you spurn my natural emotions / you make me feel like dirt and i'm hurt / and if i start a commotion / i run the risk of losing you and that's worse

handsome devil - the smiths

- i crack the whip / and you skip / but you deserve it / you deserve it, deserve it, deserve it / a boy in the bush / is worth two in the hand / i think i can help you get through your exams

why bother? - weezer

- why bother? / it's gonna hurt me / it's gonna kill when you desert me / this happened to me twice before / it won't happen to me anymore

wild world - yusuf / cat stevens

- now that i've lost everything to you / you say you want to start something new / and it's breaking my heart you're leaving / baby i'm grieving / but if you want to leave, take good care / hope you have a lot of nice things to wear / but then a lot of nice things turn bad out there

from eden - hozier

- honey, you're familiar / like my mirror years ago / idealism sits in prison / chivalry fell on his sword / innocence died screaming / honey, ask me, i should know / i slithered here from eden / just to sit outside your door

combat baby - metric

- i want to be wrong, but / no one here wants to fight me, like you do / combat baby, come back baby / fight off the lethargy / don't go quietly / combat baby / said you would never give up easy / combat baby, come back

the pros and cons of breathing - fall out boy

- woah, want to hate you half as much as i hate myself / know that i could crush you with my voice / ... / wish that i was as invisible as you make me feel

go your own way - fleetwood mac

- tell me why / everything turned around / packing up, / shacking up is all you want to do / if i could / baby, i'd give you my world / open up / everything's waiting for you

big g-d - florence + the machine

- you keep me up at night / to my messages, you do not reply / you know i still like you the most / the best of the best and the worst of the worst / well, you can never know / the places that i go / i still like you the most / you'll always be my favorite ghost

i'm just your problem - olivia olson

- oh, you don't like that? / or do you just not like me? / sorry i don't treat you like a g-ddess / is that what you want me to do? / sorry i don't treat you like you're perfect / like all your little loyal subjects do / sorry i'm not made of sugar / am i not sweet enough for you?

reelin' in the years - steely dan

- you've been telling me you're a genius since you were seventeen / in all the time i've known you i still don't know what you mean / the weekend at the college didn't turn out like you planned / the things that pass for knowledge i can't understand

think for yourself - the beatles

- i've got a word or two / to say about the things that you do / you're telling all those lies / about the good things we can have if we close our eyes / do what you want to do / and go where you're going to / think for yourself 'cause i won't be there with you

lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off - panic! at the disco

- is it still me that makes you sweat? / am i who you think about in bed / when the lights are dim and your hands are shaking / as you're sliding off your dress? / then think of what you did / and how i hope to g-d he was worth it / when the lights are dim and your heart is racing / as your fingers touch his skin / i've got more wit, a better kiss / a hotter touch, a better fuck / than any boy you'll ever meet / sweetie, you had me / girl, i was it, look past the sweat / a better love deserving of / exchanging body heat in the passenger seat / no, no, no, you know it will always just be me

playing g-d - paramore

- if g-d's the game that you're playing / well, we must get more acquainted / because it has to be so lonely / to be the only one who's holy / it's just my humble opinion / but it's one that i believe in / you don't deserve a point of view / if the only thing you see is you

if i never see your face again - maroon 5

- now you've gone somewhere else, far away / i don't know if i will find you (find you, find you) / but you feel my breath, on your neck / can't believe i'm right behind you (right behind you)

stop me if you think you've heard this one before - the smiths

- i was delayed, i was way-laid / an emergency stop / i smelt the last ten seconds of life / i crashed down on the crossbar / and the pain was enough to make a shy, bald, buddhist reflect / and plan a mass murder / who said i'd lied to her? / oh, who said i'd lied because i never? i never / who said i'd lied because i never?

silver springs - fleetwood mac

- time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me / i know i could've loved you, but you would not let me / i'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you / give me just a chance / you'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you

#😶#if u r eve then i am the snake ☝️#myevilposts #snakes #for blacklist bc of the pic #Spotify

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Finished the Knight's Tomb sidequest in DA:I like a bit ago and I'm still thinking abt it bc like. I remembered that That's What Happened at Red Crossing, which is already just heartbreaking, right, the whole star-crossed lovers thing being what set off the war proper that lost the Dales.

But, to read the part of the codex with Elandrin's letter to Adalene while playing Elrevas... I cannot fucking describe. Especially if you believe that there was a transcription or s/t of the letter beyond the one buried w/Elandrin and the Inquisitor actually gets to read that part (bc. like hell are we diagetically tomb-raiding for that letter given context, but I digress)

"What care have I for gods I have never seen, for a Maker I do not know? Let others distract themselves with such lofty concerns. I know only this life, I have seen only this world, and I care only for you."

For Elrevas to see his same similar sentiments carried by an Emerald Knight seven hundred years ago. Even putting aside the in-love-with-a-human part of the parallel for a second, just the sentiment of caring for the current life and world over gods who are no longer present is. A Lot for Elrevas, who oft hides that same belief away.

(Perhaps Elrevas should believe there's a god somewhere given everything that's happened to him which, to be fair, he'd then be correct in that one way, but it just doesn't make a difference to Elrevas atm)

But then, circling back to the loving-a-human thing, Elrevas would find making a complete one-to-one comparison between Elandrin & Adalene and him & Dorian laughable; Dorian is not a blushing bride from a humble village, nor Elrevas anything Knight-like in the typical or even Dalish sense in his opinion, nor are either of them aiming for marriage at the point this information is found, they've just agreed to discuss what their relationship could further be after defeating Corypheus (and this is pre-Temple of Mythal with Dorian making his choices)

But. That seven centuries ago, a Dalish elf loved a human, despite the foolishness of it at the time. That seven centuries ago, they died for their love, and the truth of it got swept away under the rush of the history around them.

"I know only this life, I have seen only this world, and I care only for you."

Elrevas looks at Dorian exactly once after finding the scroll, and then cannot quite manage it again on the walk back out to the Emerald Graves, not even when he lets Cassandra lead them instead to keep pace with Dorian at the back of the group.

But he does reach his fingers out to brush Dorian's, a small but familiar affection between them now in lieu of holding hands, and in his periphery he sees Dorian look at him. He can't imagine what could be running through the mage's mind, what reasons he could imagine Elrevas is reaching out for after what they've learned, and which of those reasons are correct. But then he simply reaches back too, their fingers lacing together a long moment, and it loosens the lump in Elreva's throat.

"Your god intercedes as much as ours. My life will not change.

I will return in two weeks' time. My heart longs for you 'til then, and will remain with you forever after."

Neither man can guess what their futures will look like, separately or together, but Elrevas can only hope --despite all his lackluster faith in any one god-- that their futures will end better, perhaps even together.

(He can't ignore the chances that it won't though.)

#I'M USING READMORES ON DA OC COMMENTARY AGAIN WE ARE SO BACK BABYYY #<- said with tears in my eyes as I've been listening to someone's cover of the Girl in Red Crossing song the ENTIRE time of writing this #which. hey can I just say the fact that there IS a SONG that actually is abt. the lovers of Red Crossing. devastating. thinkin abt that too #K.R. shush #K.R. can't play DA:I #Inquisitor Elrevas

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kimmingtonjames · 5 months

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TRIGGER WARNING: discussions of trauma.

I don't usually make text posts-- hell, I usually just reblog art and funny shit-- but there are a number of people discussing "trauma dumping" and friendships and I wanted to give my two cents. In the discussion, one side sometimes flatly tells people to not trauma dump on friends, and the other flatly says that the former is destroying or doesn't understand the concept of friendship. But in my humble opinion, the truth has a little nuance.

Now, just to clarify, trauma dumping is generally understood to mean the venting of traumas onto others without regard to the emotional impact of the disclosure. This post is not about occasionally venting to friends about day to day frustrations, though it touches on it. And this is going to be a very personal take, so I'm asking you to read it as such-- that your situations and tolerances may be different, and that's okay. The overall goal is to encourage people to work on their communication, no matter how different their personal situations may be.

Also just going to say that if you feel you've trauma-dumped on people, it doesn't mean you're a bad person. It just means you might need some better language and the ability to discuss boundaries when you express yourself in the future. That's it. That's the whole deal. You've got this and you're going to be okay!

First, I'll discuss the actual trauma-dumpers.

Ever worked a retail job where the occasional customer sees you behind the check-out booth or stocking shelves and, with little to no preamble, starts detailing the history of their lives and all the hardships they've faced? That it doesn't feel like they've taken account of the fact that you might be busy, may have your own trauma that could be triggered by the topics they're talking about, or that you really aren't in the proper place to help them? This is conventional trauma dumping, and it's a boundary issue-- the consent of the other person is not taken into account, the timing and placement of the conversation is not appropriate, and the other person cannot leave the discussion comfortably.

First of all, if you're going to be discussing potentially triggering subject topics, it's best to ask first. After all, given that you're already suffering from a specific trauma and know that pain, you wouldn't want to inflict it upon others. You know that stress. And if you routinely find yourself discussing distressing stories from your personal history to near-strangers (unless the topic is very specifically brought up, which sometimes it is and that's fine), then you may actually be better served by a therapist because you may also be handling feelings of isolation. That shit's serious and you deserve real help from a licensed professional who can guide you through it better than a stranger ever could.

Now when it comes to established friends venting trauma or triggering daily life situations, things are MUCH more comfortable and nuanced. First of all, I would hope that you all have friends you feel genuinely confiding in. Friendship is supposed to be based on a mutual openness which includes the desire to know the struggles of each person involved-- and here I would like to stress the word mutual. Many of my friends have histories of trauma-- some of them extensive-- and to maintain openness while still being cognizant of the other person's day-to-day abilities, we maintain the practice of check-ins and what are functionally topic tags (because not everything distressing is an outright trigger). Let me give you an example.

FRIEND: Hey. I'm having a really bad day today. Do you have the energy to talk about [list terrible things that happened or are ongoing here, with triggers and specific potential issues mentioned to provide context]?

If yes:

ME: Go right ahead. I'm here, you beautiful beast. Oh, and are you looking just to vent or do you want advice? I want to make sure I understand what you need.

If yes but some potential triggers are listed:

ME: Go right ahead. If we hit some stuff I'm struggling with, I'll let you know and we might have to come back to those another time, but I'm here, you glorious bitch. Oh, and are you looking just to vent or do you want advice? I want to make sure I understand what you need.

If no:

ME: Hey! I love you but I'm really overwhelmed/busy right now. Is there someone else you can talk to until I get my energy back and check in to catch up, you bountiful treasure?

I also make sure personally that when I have an ongoing struggle or mental health issue (something longer-term that could become a little more draining for the listener over time), I'm also checking in on their side of things every once in a while, even if it's sort of silly and trivial. I want my friends to know that even if I'm worn out, I care about them as people. What games are they playing? What books have they read? They mentioned their Aunt Edna having a medical problem-- I should ask about her. These check-ins are good reminders to your friends that even when times are hard and you need a lot more shoulder to cry on, you're still in touch with them somehow. They also help break tension if you're worried you're kind of spiraling. (Sometimes when I feel a spiral happening, having my buddy detail a little baking misadventure or hunt for yarn. Yes, you can tell what my friend group is like now. Yes, we are cozy people.) And check-ins should be done kind of randomly. If you do them right before venting, it can kind of look like a weak effort to seem connected, like you usually think of them when you need help and not in general. Send funny memes they'll like in the early hours. Ask if they've ever bitten into a banana whole. Just make sure you're showing them that you think of them both when you're happy and when you're sad.

When some people complain that they feel like they've been trauma-dumped upon, it's a reflection that they don't feel the relationship is mutual or that expectations haven't been set/met. And if you have a mom friend or an intuitive friend in your life you go to for support a lot, ask for ways you can offer some of that love and energy back. You'd be surprised how much it means to them.

And to address an ugly but important possibility-- sometimes it's because other folks don't have the same understanding of friendship that you do. You're allowed to make new friends and let go of old ones if your expectations of the friendship don't meet up. Don't let yourself be discouraged again and again by going to people who you feel don't really know or invest in you because you'll keep breaking your heart. Look outside your sphere and see that there's other people looking for someone like you.

Anyways that's my take. Add what's important to you or things you think might help. Take care and be safe.

#trauma dumping #traumadumping #friendship #relationships

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onewingedsparrow · 1 year

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Holy Grail: Which figure do you want the most?

Crossover: Is there a series that you’d like to see a crossover of with Transformers?

Meet & Greet: If you could meet only one Transformers voice actor, which would you want to meet?

@novafire-is-thinking Heya Nova! 💜 Thanks for the ask! :D (For this ask game) Holy Grail: The giant, app-remote-control, talking Optimus Prime. Oh my goodness. I've seen videos. I've beheld it in store. He is SO COOL but my poor budget...! One day. But it is not this day :') Crossover: Oooh 👀 Lol I hope you don't mind multiple answers because here they come!!! A while ago I saw this amazing art and it blew my mind. I had never crossed-over Zelda with TF before but that was so amazing!!! I would love to see more of it! Twilight Princess Maximals are amazing. There are already robots in Skyward Sword and Breath of the Wild so why not make some of the Guardians into Transformers? Maybe even Titans? Each dungeon could be a Titan! Your companion character could be a Cityspeaker! The King of Red Lions in Wind Waker could be a Cybertronian! The Master Cycle could be a Cybertronian! There is so much room for crossover potential! I know it will probably not happen in canon, but oh, fandom has so much room for ideas. Transformers with Need for Speed would also be so fun. Idk how they would incorporate robot stuff into it, but I really just want a TF racing game where I can go to Velocitron and pit 'Bee and Knockout against each other, to the background of epic electric guitar, with the actual licensed car models. AND because I've been thinking about StarFox a lot lately...a Transformers-StarFox crossover!!! Arwings versus Seekers! Landmaster vs tank Megatron! It'd be SO easy and DELIGHTFUL to blend these two. Put the vehicles on rails...they could be fliers, in the air like normal StarFox gameplay, to "DO A BARREL ROLL" and aerial tricks like normal, OR you could have grounders, but because they're Cybertronian and a bit more athletic than the Landmaster, allow them to partial-transform and do flips and other wild and fun moves. And IMAGINE the fun dialogue boxes that would pop up onscreen when the characters talked over the comm link. FOX: I'll go it alone from here. OPTIMUS PRIME: Are you certain of this choice? FOX: You sound kinda nervous, Prime. Know something I don't? OPTIMUS PRIME: ...One does not say those words lightly. I have reservations about your intentions. PEPPY: It does ring a bell, Fox. FOX: I'm coming back, Peppy. I swear. PEPPY: ...You'd better. FALCO (after his ship is shot by friendly fire): Hey, Einstein, I'm on your side! MEGATRON: Ah, how unfortunate. My mistake. SLIPPY: Whoa! Megatron's aim was off? Was that...ac...actually a mistake? SOUNDWAVE (in a different font): Affirmative. Original target: Starscream. STARSCREAM: What?! Why me? What did I do wrong? *Soundwave's text box immediately floods with lines of code detailing every single thing Starscream has done wrong (mostly treachery and assassination attempts against Megatron) and the text flows so fast that the Player can't read it all before it's gone 😂 Lol these are all crossovers with video games, but I like them all :D I think they'd be GREAT. Even though they may never happen. Meet & Greet: This probably won't surprise you at all :) Peter Cullen. Optimus Prime can be written however Hasbro or whoever sees fit, but Peter Cullen is the one who made Optimus Prime into who he is. The emotion and feeling and, especially, WISDOM that he pours into his voice for this character is unmatchable. You can practically hear the millennia of Cybertron struggle; the weight and honor of the Matrix of Leadership; the quiet, longing hope for peace; in his gentle-but-mighty tones. He can convey layers of emotion through this voice, which I think is so important to Optimus' character, because in my humble opinion, Optimus needs nuance. Side note: just so we're clear, I genuinely don't have anything against the other Optimus VA's...but Peter Cullen's Optimus is just...special. All that to say: Peter Cullen's Optimi truly inspired me and I would love to meet him to say a "thank you" face-to-face. I really want to meet him soon if I can. I know he's getting up there in years. Thanks again for the ask! This was really fun :D

#asks answered #misc tf ask game #nova tag #maccadam #tloz #need for speed #starfox #optimus prime #crossover

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subtle-carrot · 1 year

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Well, it finally happened. After hoping that this would stay as an American thing, I came face to face with a personality test while applying for a job. Or, as I call it in my limitless eloquence, fucking bullshit.

Now, I already wrote a 400 word (in Finnish) reply to the request for my personality (and IQ as well) but I’m so incensed that I guess I’m going to write some more. Hold on to your anal cushions, it’s gonna get bumpy.

So, personality tests and job search. These are bad. These should not go together. Why? At least two things: repetition and bias.

Repetition

What personality tests are designed to do is not “to enable everyone discover the job most appropriate for them”. No, what they provide for their clients, ie. the companies hiring, not the people wishing to be hired, is the chance to forever repeat their past. To always and forever, only hire the same person as in the past.

It’s no great secret that companies have some pretty firmly lodged beliefs about what makes a good person for certain jobs. And how do they know these beliefs are correct? Well, it has worked in the past therefore it will work, forevermore. And because the companies that provide these personality tests are also for profit, they will gleefully reinforce these beliefs.

Considering new options is anathema to big companies which is why they will never change and also why personality test companies will sell their snake oil to them, knowing that the more they sell it, the more companies will be convinced of their effectiveness. Because what they provide is in the end, more of the same the company would have done alone, but now with the spectacle and appearance of science.

And I’m certain companies don’t mind how these tests make them feel more and more like exclusive clubs, with only the cream of the crop allowed in. Well, unless your daddy or mommy is already on the board.

Bias

The funny thing about people is that although sympathy and empathy are one of our base abilities, we are communal animals after all, we are ever so bad and good at it. Good because yes, we can do sympathy and empathy by and large, but how we place ourselves in someone else’s position or sense their feelings is coloured by our own position.

So, how ever good one’s intentions, one has bias. And when you put together a lot of people and let them mill about for a quite a long while, you get cultural bias. And that bias tells us who is the norm and what is the ideal. And because of that, what someone does in a particular situaton can depend a great deal on a person’s cultural background, something that is otherwise invisible to them.

And as written above, companies want to copy their Ideal Employee. And when you look around Western culture and its regard for neurodivergence and other cultures (even when well meaning), you have to ask yourself: would, no, could these personality tests treat them as the “norm” or better yet, the “ideal”? Because these kinds of people could bring something companies would never in their wildest dreams want: change, new points-of-view to their structures and systems. Because that would not be repetition.

And although these tests are marketted as something that “make the hiring process more equal” (something actually in the request for me to do them), a sickening claim in my humble opinion, their sole point is to be exclusionary. Because as I said, companies like to feel special, and you don’t get much more special than by being a “special people only” club. So you add more hoops to jump through. And I will again remind that the personality test companies are selling a product, catering to the wants of their clients. They want to feed into this special boys club feeling, no matter what they say to the person trying get hired. You aren’t the customer here, remember.

And what is the result from these personality tests reinforcing bias and companies’ beliefs? Well...

Systemic Unchange

Just like so many systems in our world, companies can, in the end, only repeat themselves. Their internal systems are all geared toward maintaining themselves and looking at systemic problems has never been the strength of any system of power. Especially because rather often, systems cannot be rebuilt or corrected while the systems still stands. Sometimes, these systems have to be torn down to the ground, past the foundations, for them to be made into something better.

And what personality tests of this kind provide is exactly what companies want to hear: “No, you’ve been doing it right all along. Here, let us do it even more right for you.” No change required. In fact, anti-change is required. Just cement your positions. Look, we have a graph, produced precisely to sell you this product, that says you should.

And what about the people wanting to get hired? Well, worst case scenario, we start seeing certain kinds of people, those outside the norm and ideal, becoming unhireable. Sure, you can learn which answers are right, but that only highlights how purposeless the whole system is. It’s just another hoop you need to jump through or not get hired. Because companies don’t want to give you the job you will be the most happy in. They want you to give them the employee they’ll be the most happy with.

So, basically, personality tests in hiring something something bad. Many words.

And this is without even going into how this reeks of the worst excesses of paternalistic, “we know best for everyone” modernism.

#personality test #job search #job seekers #systemic bias

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