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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
Can't stop thinking about Captain John Price, your good friend's boyfriend, listening to you talk about how you are considering getting a guard dog, and he whole-heartedly agrees with you. John likes you, you're a fantastic friend to his dove and you're sweet, and sweet girls do need protection. So he nods along and tells you he'll look into getting you one, a big one to protect you.
Two weeks later, you're invited to your friend's house, her telling you days before that John might have gotten you a dog, so to prepare! She wasn't sure, he just hinted at it on the phone.
Tell me why, after knocking at your bestie's door, she opens kinda pale and awkward, maybe even a little bit annoyed, inviting you in. Instead of a proper, legit, literal dog, John introduces you to Simon Riley, who stands there awkwardly but tall and intimidating while your friend apologizes, calling her boyfriend an idiot. But John isn't an idiot. For a while now, he thought you'd be perfect for his Lt., this just a funny way to introduce you both. And the only thing that took Simon to agree (after a sharp yet bored no when firstly asked) was to send him a picture of you at a bar, smiling.
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"So... you come with a leash?" You joke with the tall man, whose eyes wrinkle in amusement. He has been more on the silent side although very atentive, his intense brown eyes on you all evening. Now that you were both alone at the balcony, abandoned by the two love-birds, you tried to ease the tension.
"I don't do leashes but I can pull a spiky collar." He smiles as you giggle. Hell, he felt relief that you did. Even happiness...
"Yeah, it would fit you."
"Yeah?" His voice was low and buttery. "What about a tag with your name on it?" He leans down a little, just enough in your personal bubble, and your stomach flipped. You felt your cheeks warm.
"Can it be heart shaped?" You stare prettily at him and all he can do is to snort to ease the tension.
"However you want it." His reply was quick, eager.
"Deal. But first take me on a proper date."
"Perfect." He smirks.
anyone else live under the assumption that they’re constantly doing something wrong
How about the assumption that everyone’s just being polite and any minute now they’re going to snap and let you know how awful you are
Everyone who reblogs this post, please read about the psychological phenomena of Childhood Emotional Neglect.
vegans making honey a bee labour issue is the funniest thing imaginable because like, you picked the one animal that has already unionised
You literally could not exploit bees if you TRIED
"Oh well if you stop the queen leaving the bees are trapped" wrong, bees can and will swarm without a queen. They will also make new queens if they don't think theirs is good enough
"Bees don't consent to their honey being taken" wrong, bees are actually more than intelligent enough to know we take the honey. They LET us take the honey if they think what we provide in return (shelter, food, protection) is a fair deal.
"Taking honey starves the bees" WRONG AGAIN! Domestic bees overproduce honey. A beekeeper NEVER takes honey the bees would need because then you piss off the bees, and if you piss off the bees you don't have any bees. They stockpile honey for the winter, but because domestic colonies do way better than wild ones they stockpile too much. That's why beekeepers can take out whole frames and then have them filled in no time. Domestic bees actively overproduce because they know humans are going to skim some off the top.
And if they didn't want humans to take it, beekeeping WOULD NOT work.
To keep bees you have to let them fly free. If they can fly free they can leave. Meaning if they don't like what you're doing, they WILL leave.
The whole idea they're basically slaves to the queen is also not true, they can just make a new queen literally whenever, and if they don't like her, they kill her.
Local beekeepers producing honey are not exploiting bees.
But the people putting billions of bees on trucks, trucking them around the country from Florida citrus or avocado groves to California almond farms, feeding the bees sugar water, and using them to fertilise the fruits and vegetables that proud omnivores and vegans will be consuming, they are definitely exploiting and murdering bees.
Here's a link that explains the kind of thing I'm talking about:
what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting
found out apparently if you want to consume content of your own original characters and stories you usually have to make that content? fucked up if true
Sometimes you gotta stop worrying about being the smartest and funniest person in the room and just enjoy being in a room with smart and funny people
I really implore y'all to stop letting the need to prove yourself get in the way of just enjoying life and the people you share it with. I'm using the word "implore" so y'all know I'm serious about it, btw
Fics I've been working on and want to know who's interested? I just haven't seen much of certain types of fic, certain OC types etc for these characters or much fic at all for some of them, so I've been writing it myself and wanna know who is keen to read!
Kai-125 x fem oc (sapphic romance)
Karlach x fem oc (sapphic romance)
Fili x fem oc (dropped in universe)
Andromache the Scythian x fem oc (sapphic romance)
Eskel (Netflix) x fem oc (both in universe and dropped in)
Hits Different - Tangerine
Authors Note : Heya! I am so glad I finally got all the songs filled and am so ready for the event!
Word Count: 3433
Warnings: none I think
PLEASE DO MORE!!!
Tangerine x Reader
Summary: Tangerine and Lemon were hired to take you to the White Wolf. Will they follow through?
Word Count: 1.5k
The clench in your jaw and the tension in your shoulders became almost painful as you sat across from him.
As people began piling onto the train, all you could think about was the next opportunity to get up and run.
“Don’t even think about it, love. You ain’t going anywhere” Tangerine smirked, not even needing to make eye contact with you as he spoke.
PART 2 PLEASE 🔥🔥🔥
Summary: Working at the weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-worked. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.
But truly, when it came it Larissa Weems, who could blame you?
I’m just in love with Larissa Weems and a silly bitch. I hope you enjoy ✨🦐
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Cross posted to AO3 here
“Just because I like older women does not mean I’m a homewrecker.”
“Huh, interesting.”
“You’re telling me you’ve known me for three months now and this whole time you thought I was out here waiting to ruin a marriage?”
“In my defence-“
“I can’t believe this, I thought we were friends Kingston. Now I have to rethink everything.” You sighed, dramatically.
“You’re the most dramatic person I’ve ever met.” He chuckles.
You slap him with your cloth, scoffing at his comment before going back to cleaning the coffee machine.
You had been in Jericho for a total of three and a half months. It was a quaint little town, a bit hyper-focused on their pilgrim ancestry but not the worst small town you’d experienced. You had been working at the Weathervane since you’d arrived, enjoying the routine it provided and the socializing. That was where you had met James Kingston (A British man disguised as a regular person in your professional opinion. I mean what kind of name is James Kingston anyway?). The two of you had become fast friends, partly due to the work you did and partly because he found you hilarious and you found him tolerable. (this is a lie, you love him dearly.)
Working as a barista meant you got to know most of the residents of Jericho quite quickly. Some you found infinitely more interesting than others.
“Oh look its your lady crush.” James comments, wheezing when you whip around from what you were doing to stare out the window.
“Shut up, I just- I respect a woman in power that’s all.”
“Oh I’m sure its all respect in that filthy brain of yours when you think of her.”
“Fuck off.” You laughed, hurrying to the register when you saw her coming through the door.
“Good morning miss Weems.” You greeted, doing your best to shut your heart up and give her a relatively normal smile.
“How many times have I told you to call me Larissa darling.” She smiles, much to the chagrin of your heart-calming plans.
“She’s a bit slow this one.” James jokes, earning him a swift kick on the shin.
“Your usual, Larissa?” You ask.
She nods, chuckling at the two of you before moving to sit at one of the booths. Larissa came around often enough, usually in the mornings, you assumed before the academy day officially started. Sometimes she’d come around after dropping one of the students at Dr Kinbotts. You lived for the times she stopped by, almost always kicking James off the register if he was stationed there just to talk to her. So yes, you had a massive crush on the woman. But honestly? Who could blame you? She was a goddess among you mere mortals and you were simply relishing in her heavenly presence when you could.
Christ, you were a useless gay.
You finished making her usual, quickly doodling a small flower next to her name before taking it to her. You place it down on the table with a flourish, bowing dramatically.
“Your coffee my fair lady.”
She chuckles, shaking her head at your antics before standing, coffee in hand.
“Thank you, y/n. You always make my mornings delightful.” She hums, squeezing your arm as she leaves.
You watch as she goes, a dreamy smile on your face, before proudly strutting back behind the counter. James giggles at you earning him yet another smack with the towel.
The rest of your day is pretty mundane. Dr Kinbott stops by at around 12 for her usual. The sheriff comes around and gets an Americano to go (You suspect he’s actually just checking on Tyler.) Throughout the day you’re giddy thanks to Larissa. You often find yourself daydreaming about what it would be like to see her more often. You think perhaps you might actually implode if she were to ever have more than a two-minute conversation with you. You finish up the day with Tyler, letting him leave before closing up. All in all, a regular day in Jericho.
You were working your regular Saturday shift when Larissa arrived, looking rather upset. She placed her order and sat down at a booth, pulling out her laptop and getting to work. You made sure to put a little extra sugar in her coffee and grabbed one of the choc chip cookies before bringing it to her. You placed it down on her table, earning a mumbled thanks as she picked up the coffee. It took her a moment to notice the cookie, but when she did she glanced up at you questioningly.
“It’s on the house. You look like you’re having a shitty day so I thought you could use a little something to make your day a bit better.” You smiled, clasping your hands behind your back.
“You really are too kind to me,” she mumbled, taking a sip of her coffee.
“Pffft, Nah. You deserve it.” You brushed her off. You took a moment before speaking again. “I know we don’t know each other that well but uh if you want to talk I’m here. And I can give brilliant commentary, no advice though, I’d probably encourage murder or something equally illegal.”
She laughs, covering her mouth with her hand. You think her laugh might be one of your favourite sounds.
“That’s very sweet, but aren’t you busy with your work?” she asks.
At that, you throw your apron off and over your shoulder and sit down across from her.
“Galpin’s pretty competent, plus he owes me one anyway. So spill.”
She considers you for a moment, before heaving a sigh.
“The academy is receiving a new student next week.” She starts. “Which under usual circumstances would be fantastic, however, this student happens to be the daughter of… an ex-paramour of mine.” She mumbles, almost drawing in on herself.
“Did they do something awful that made you break up with them?” you ask.
“No actually, uh she broke up with me…for the man that is now her husband.”
You stare at her for a moment, mouth agape.
“You’re telling me someone chose to walk away from you? But you’re- I mean you’re gorgeous and smart and- was she blind?? Was she dumb?? I mean obviously, she was but… what.”
She chuckles at your outburst, cheeks flushing slightly.
“Yes, well, they seem very happy together. And I’m sure she’ll rub that in my face in some offhand way. And she’ll make jokes about me marrying my job because ‘no one else would want me’ which I-I mean it’s not- that’s not why I’m so devoted to the school!”
“She sounds like a bitch.” You comment, “I can throw hot coffee at her if that’ll make you feel better?”
“You’re very sweet but that’s assault darling.”
“I’d literally kill a man for you no questions asked, assault is nothing.”
She chuckles, swatting at your arm before sighing again and dropping her head into her hands.
“Well, look, I don’t know who your ex is, the stupid bitch, but you have become a talented, successful, absolutely gorgeous woman. So, no matter what happened between you or what she does whenever you see her, know that she’s just a jealous, silly old hag who could never be half as brilliant as you are.”
She stares at you at that, her eyes bright. You wait for her to say something, feeling yourself get more nervous the longer she stays silent. You play with your fingers, thinking perhaps you went too far and have now fucked any and all chances of having even a friendship with this gorgeous woman.
You stand up, pull your apron back on and do your best not to overthink every word you’ve said.
“Uhm, sorry, have-have a great day Larissa.” You mumble turning to walk away.
Suddenly she grabs your wrist, stopping you and turning you around. She stands up, towering over you. She looks down at you, a dazzling smile on her face. And then, by the gods, she bends down and presses a kiss to your cheek, and hot fucking damn you almost spontaneously combust on the spot. You stare up at her, awestruck and definitely blushing madly.
“Thank you, y/n” she smiles. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
And with that, she squeezes your wrist, giving you a dazzling smile and leasing the coffee shop. You watch after her like a lovesick puppy, heart racing.
You’re absolutely whipped for this woman.
Larissa didn’t come around for the next few days. But you knew she was a busy woman, she had things to do. You definitely weren’t considering changing your name and fleeing the country thinking she now didn’t want to see your face again after what you said and her thanking you was just because she felt awkward. Definitely not.
You found yourself glancing out the window every five minutes or perking up whenever the bell above the door would ring, only to deflate when it wasn’t Larissa walking in. You were busy wiping down one of the tables when James appeared at your side.
“My bestie in Christ, you know I love you, but you currently look like an abandoned puppy.”
“I do not,” you scoff.
“Sure, sure... Oh hey, Larissa!”
You whip around faster than you’ve ever moved in your life, coming face to face with an empty doorway. You scowl as you hear James wheeze next to you.
“Don’t forget we work with hot coffee. And accidents happen, Kingston.”
He laughs at your threat, patting your shoulder as he heads back to the counter. You continue working for a while before James pipes up again.
“Oh damn. Good morning miss Weems.”
“That’s it, give me the boiling water I’m giving you the wicked witch of the west treatment.”
“Now why would you be burning your friend at the mention of my name?” a velvet voice speaks from behind you.
You spin around on the spot, gaping at the woman behind you. There she stands, all tall and gorgeous and dreamy. You feel yourself blushing as you try to stand straighter and lean on the table you were cleaning. Unfortunately, you did such a great job that you slip and all but fall on your ass. You’re tempted once again to throw boiling water on James as he cackles at you. Larissa, the kind goddess she is, rushes over and offers you a hand.
When she pulls you up you realize you greatly underestimated how close she would be as you’re now toe to toe with her, staring up at her, cheeks aflame. She smiles down at you, her hand still holding yours as her other arm settles on your waist. You’re barely breathing at this point and then she has the audacity to flash you the cutest smile.
You take your chance to take her in up close, knowing you’ll probably never get this close to the goddess ever again. You notice the crow’s feet at the edge of her eyes and the slight bags under them she tried to hide with makeup. You also notice she smells absolutely fucking divine, you can’t quite pinpoint what it is but it suits her so well. You know you’re staring and you should stop, but you can’t help it.
“You should be more careful, sweetheart.” She murmurs, her eyes sparkling. “I wouldn’t want my favourite barista getting hurt.”
You’re still gaping at her, your brain turned to mush at the way she spoke, low and velvety. You open your mouth to speak but can’t seem to find anything clever to say, for once. Something she takes full advantage of.
“What’s wrong darling? Cat got your tongue?” she whispers, and oh god is she getting closer? She looks closer.
You’re startled back into the waking world when James accidentally drops something, the loud clanging making you jump back from the woman in front of you, heart racing and body flushed. Larissa drops her hands from their hold on you, stepping back slightly. You internally whimper at the loss of her touch and then immediately internally scold yourself for being so uselessly gay.
“So uh, how-how has everything been? I haven’t uh seen you around lately.” You commented, sliding behind the counter and getting started on her drink.
“It’s certainly been an eventful few days, to say the least.“ she sighed, leaning onto the counter.
“Well, you were dearly missed at our humble café.” You remark, placing her drink in front of her.
She chuckles at that taking a sip of her drink before letting out a relaxed sigh.
“God I could’ve used this yesterday.”
“The drink or my riveting conversation?” you joke.
“Perhaps both.” She hums.
“Well, I mean we could always deliver to your office on the days you can’t get here.” James offers, grinning at you.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble-” Larissa starts.
“It wouldn’t be any trouble at all. Isn’t that right?” he comments elbowing you suggestively.
“Oh! No of course it would- I would be honoured- I mean it would be my pleasure Larissa really.” You manage, giddy at the prospect of delivering her coffee every day.
“Really you don’t have to go through any extra fuss for me we have coffee at Nevermore so I-“
“You’re worth the fuss though.” You say, and then immediately want to shoot yourself for speaking aloud.
Silence falls between the three of you, Larissa looking shocked, James at a loss and you mentally preparing what to put on your tombstone. It’s a while before Larissa speaks.
“Well, when you put it like that how can I say no hm?”
“So, I get to deliver you coffee every day?” you grin, tapping the counter a few times in excitement.
“If that’s what you want, sweetheart. You can bring it to my office, I’ll expect you before nine.” She hums, turning to leave.
“Yes ma’am! I won’t let you down” you respond, giving her a mock salute.
She chuckles, waving at you and waits a fucking second did she just fucking wink at you?? Oh, Jesus on skates your life just keeps getting better and better. As soon as she’s outside and gone from view you all but squeal, throwing yourself at James.
PLEASE I NEED A PART 2!! THIS WAS ADORABLE !!
please teach kids that its not normal to be in pain all of the time, we also need to start taking kids seriously when they talk about pain or difficulty physically, kids and teens can absolutely have chronic pain, medical conditions and disability that you cannot see. a kid isnt going to lie to you about being in pain 24/7 repeatedly.
one thing you need to know about me is that if there is ever a climbable surface within my reach i can, must and will climb it. i cannot deny this part of my nature any more than i can live without air in my lungs. whether it be a pile of rocks, a tree in the woods, a condemned building, ancient crumbling ruins or a church roof, don't invite me anywhere with a structure that can be climbed onto unless you want to see me scampering up it like that disgusting little freak from the lord of the rings the second there's an opportunity for me to do so.
you talk to your mutuals via discord i talk to my mutuals in the tags of reblogs they may not ever even see. we are not the same
🤣🤣🤣 legit thoughhhhh
I sometimes forget just how big and genuinely, physically POWERFUL this guy actually would be?? Like...how broad his shoulders are. That his waist is thicker, rather than the aesthetic body building narrow waist (meaning his core muscles are better developed for function and not to look pretty). Solid thighs. And the groove/dip along where his spine is, shows just how developed his back is. The muscle alone is strong as hell BUT combined with the fact that Kotallo's body is conditioned (from childhood) for fighting and survival. He would put present-day gymbros to SHAME.
Unyielding Fashav — Horizon: Forbidden West (2022)
The ONLY reason they killed him off is because they knew if Fashav stuck around, Avad would lose out to his cousin.
I'm working on a replay of hfw, going through and doing a bunch of the rebel outposts, and I have to say my favorite guilty pleasure in this game is gaslighting the rebels. Nah my dude, there's an arrow sticking out of your neck, but it's definitely your imagination making you think someone is watching you.
