I'M HAVING THE WORST DAY so I would lovvvve to read stucky "it's 2am and I'm drunk and need salt for my fries and I know you're awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR" 😁😁
“You need /what/?” Steve asks the handsome man who has lived across the hall for three weeks.
“Salt,” the man says, holding a soggy McDonald’s bag in one hand and a flashlight in the other. He is tearing up. “I need salt.”
“Why?” Steve asks.
“To exorcise demons,” the man says, then winces. “No, that sounded so much cooler in my head, but I can’t lie to you. I have all of these french fries but none of them are salty. I need salt for them, or else the world may end.” He pauses, then amends, “/My/ world may end.”
Steve gives him a once-over. The guy from across the hall is typically put-together. Steve has only ever seen him in a suit, with his hair slicked back. Now, he’s stubbled, wearing a t-shirt so worn that Steve can practically see his nipples through it, and a leather jacket. He also smells like a brewery.
Honestly? Steve kind of likes him better this way.
“How many fries will you give me?”
The man’s eyes go wide, like this question has caused him actual thought and, frankly, hurt. He groans. “Five!” he shouts. Steve holds back a laugh. “I will give you five french fries in exchange for your salt.”
“Ten,” Steve counters.
The man’s mouth opens, like he genuinely cannot believe that Steve would have the audacity to ask this of him. Steve can barely restrain his laughter. Then he shuts it, straightens up, and nods with firm resolve. “Fine,” he says, “but only because they are getting cold.”
“‘Course,” Steve says, then opens the door wider. “C’mon in.”
He’d feel more self-conscious about the way his apartment looked if he thought that the guy from across the hall would remember this in the morning. As it is right now, he doesn’t feel self-conscious in the least, and is actually sort of excited for his fries.
“So what’s the occasion?” Steve asks. “Why all the fries?”
“My fiancé dumped me for a secret agent.”
Admittedly, that wasn’t what Steve was expecting. “Sit,” he says, pointing to the couch. The guy from across the hall sits. “I’m Bucky,” he says, then adds with wide eyes, “and I’m really sad.”
“I’m Steve,” Steve says, “and I’ll get the salt.”
“Thank you,” Bucky says, then starts to cry.
The next morning, there’s a knock on the door.
Steve opens it, blurry-eyed and tired. “Hi,” he says, when he sees it’s Bucky. “You feeling okay?”
“No,” Bucky says, “but I brought you a present.”
“What?” Steve asks.
Bucky holds out a cylinder of Morton’s salt with a red bow on top. “I’m sorry for last night,” he says.
Steve can’t help but smile as he takes the salt. “It wasn’t a problem, really. Made my night a lot more interesting.”
Bucky looks down, straightens out his shirt. “You’re really chill,” he says. “And I know I’m a mess, but I appreciate you letting me into your apartment and everything.”
“We could do it again the next time you have a break down,” Steve suggests, then adds, “or whenever, really.”
Bucky looks up. “Yeah?” he asks, looking kind of cute and shy beneath long lashes.
Steve shrugs. “Sure,” he says. Then, “But the fry tax goes up if you’re in a good mood. I’ll need my own order.”
Bucky groans, Steve laughs, and together, they empty that new container of salt.
With all due respect, could we stop tagging fics on AO3 with multiple ships unless it is really focused on multiple ships, please? I’m tired of going to the Alex/Maggie tag and having to scroll down like 6 Supercorp fics before I can find a Sanvers one. I love Supercorp, but if I want to read about them I’ll go to their tag.
If your story has another couple besides the main one and you want people to know, use the additional tags or the notes to specify, like “Hey, there’s Winn/Lyra stuffy here, too!”
this is probably not what you wanted but a proper au would take me forever so instead i wrote you a small snippet of what could be an evak tangled au, somewhere in the universe
“You said there’s
a lost prince,” Even looks at Isak. “Was he handsome?”
“He was a baby,”
Isak blinks. “There was no way to tell.”
Even thinks on
this for a moment.
“Do you think
he’d be handsome, now?”
Isak looks at
Even, disbelieving. “Even, I don’t know, why would I know—why would I think
him. “Do you find men attractive?”
Isak chokes on
his fish. “Jesus.”
“Is that a man?”
Even furrows his brows. “Is Jesus a man you find attractive?”
“Not unless I
want to go to hell,” Isak quips. Even looks at him, expression more perplexed
than before. Isak sighs loudly, eyes cast towards the night sky. Their
surroundings are illuminated only by the light of the stars and the moon and
the fire before them, one Isak had started expertly, after years of living on
the run. “No, that’s not – it’s a form of expression,” he shifts his gaze
downwards again, meets Even’s stunning blue. He still hasn’t gotten used to the
intensity of them.
Even bites his
bottom lip. Isak is careful to not follow the movement. “I think that I might
be,” Even begins slowly. “I think that might be – wrong,” he finishes, looks at
Isak in earnest.
Spirit Companionship and Insecurity vs. Trust in Yourself
This can be a really hard concept to grasp, but I am seeing many newbies struggling with it. When someone enters witchcraft or paganism, they are trying to steer away from blindly putting all of their hope and belief in something they can’t see and can’t touch. One of the biggest appeals about spirit companionship is, presumably, having relations with a (probably mythological) creature, who has magical powers and is from another universe, who you can physically interact with and hear.
I do not physically hear or touch my spirit family members. I am 99% positive that none of the other very experienced companions do, either. It is just, plain, not possible. They do not live on our physical plane, and it would take more energy than you could possibly comprehend for them to take actual, physical manifestation in the same way it might happen in a movie or a book. The closest you will ever get to physically interacting with a spirit is having an OBE, and astral traveling to their location.
With spirit companionship, you will never get 100% feedback. Sometimes you will get nothing! I know I do. I know I have spent forever on custom forms and creating pages on my website because the spirit gets busy, basically “afk”s, and I get nothing for a solid 20 minutes or more. I have said things to my companions and they have said nothing back. I have gotten blank, or just plain confusing tarot readings from my companions that I could barely interpret. I have set out offerings for them and gotten no thanks or even response. I have gone months without hearing from certain companions, just because they needed some time in their own life.
And you know what? That’s totally cool. It’s totally fine. It’s not 100% of the time, but it’s a great deal of it.
I’ve found that when I am 1) stressed, 2) depressed, or 3) worrying too hard about contacting a spirit, it doesn’t happen. I found out really early on that the best way to talk to a spirit is when you’re calm and collected. So, for example, right now? You all know I’m going through a really bad depressive episode this week - I haven’t been able to hear my spirits in days. I know they are there, I wear their vessels, but they can’t do much to break through the defensive barriers I automatically build when I get like this.
So here’s the main point: I know they are there. When I get through this, they will be there, ready to talk again.
When you take the time to message me and ask, Am I doing things right with my spirit? Can they hear me when I talk to them? Do they like the offerings I am giving them? How do I bond with them? You are taking away precious time you could have spent asking them the answers to these questions. My answers will always be: Yes, you are doing things right. Yes, they can hear you when you talk to them. Yes, they LOVE the offerings you are giving them. You can bond with them by including them in what you are already doing on a daily basis.
You will not receive instant gratification all the time, every time. It’s just a fact of the matter. But there is no need to panic when your spirit doesn’t contact you for a little while, or if they don’t affect your life immediately. Here are some tips for starting up channels of communication for your spirit, and learning to trust your own intuition:
Watch a YouTube video with the spirit in mind, use a pendulum, and ask, “Did you like that one?”
Sit in a quiet space. Ask questions aloud, in your head, or on a piece of paper. Pay attention to the thoughts that come in your mind, the ones that answer your question, no matter how much like “you” they feel to be. Trust them. They are your spirit talking to you.
Reach out mentally to your spirit. Try to sense their energy. If you can feel them, they are with you. If you cannot, they are not.
Go through a shuffle playlist on your music player. Wait until you reach a song that makes you think of the spirit or feel their energy. That is a song they will use to communicate with you, probably until the end of time.
Notice that almost all of these exercises require a lot of trust. Trusting that the pendulum will tell you the spirit’s correct answer. Trusting your brain to carry you the correct message. Trusting you can sense energy. Trusting that the spirit has really shown up when that song played, and is indicating to you that it is “their” song.
A lot of people don’t realize that Spirit Companionship is very faith-based. Sure, they’re not gods, but they interact with me in the same way gods do. They have unique energies and voices. But when I hear those voices, I don’t give myself the privilege of saying, “but was that really them?” When you give yourself that privilege, it takes away so much from your potential experiences. A healthy dose of perspective and skepticism is healthy, yes. But completely ignoring every sign, feeling, and word your companion hands to you is not.
For example, if you come into my inbox and ask, “I asked my spirit a question and I thought of an answer responding very specifically to my question. Was that the spirit, or was it just me?” IT WAS THE SPIRIT. I will tell you a million times, it was most definitely the spirit!
Start trusting yourself. Start trusting your spirit. And stop waiting for me to take a month to respond to your message, when you could be working on your relationship with your spirit companion instead!
i don't think this has been asked before from what i can see but feel free to ignore if it has! could i possibly request a little scenario (or even headcanons!!) about noct having a s/o in insomnia & them finding out about his engagement to luna before he has a chance to tell them, like maybe they hear about it on the news or something?? and they end up having a really emotional talk or fight about it later?? idk, whatever you feel like writing is gd!! i'm just in the mood for some Angst™ ngl 😭
HOO. Alrighty you thirsty homewreckers out there (me included lololol), allow the ANGST TO COMMENCE.
You know how sometimes when you get really, really bad news,
your mind just kind of… shuts down? Everything else falls away and it’s
replaced with this ringing in your
ears that just grows louder and louder and—
Something shatters on the ground and everyone around you in
the bar goes silent. It takes you a second to realize it had been a glass
dropped from your hand that made the
sound. You swallow thickly but nothing really registers as you stare down at all
the little glass shards covering your boots.
“Whoops,” you manage to utter.
Someone puts a hand on your arm, “Hey, are you alright?”
I don’t know if this will make any sense but like… maybe there’s a non-ethereal basis for the idea of meeting someone in multiple lifetimes. Like, when you’re close with people, you rub off on them. Your sense of humor spreads to people around you. Your quirks get mirrored by close friends. Maybe your kids have your laugh or your eyes.
And then down the road, as all these things you’ve passed on spread to more and more people, they start to come together again. Someone who inherited your laugh meets someone who tells jokes that you passed along decades ago. They have a child that learns the same bad habit of chewing their nails from their parents like you did.
Your habits and your preferences and the pieces of your life culminate in others, sometimes so much so that someone in a later generation is kind of like another version of you.
And then one day, they meet someone else that culminated in all the quirks and habits and pieces of the person you fell in love with.
I’ve never liked the rain.
It reminded me too much of how I longed for the umbrella in your palm to be propped up above me waiting to receive the rain in my place.
It reminded me of how my days near your presence can become gloomy simply by the change of weather
All in all, it reminded me of my hopeless thoughts about you.
Ending my despondent entry in my journal, I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, sighing at my silliness.
A new day, and still the usual, mundane longing to receive such kindness from you.
The bus finally reaches my stop, and I begin to exit when I feel drops of rain follow along with me, before I feel a shadow casted upon me.
I look up, returning the small smile from the meek boy; and suddenly, I don’t hate the rain as much.
Thank you @choco-seventeen for tagging me in the mood board tag💕 !! I kind of got rly emo w into it and decided to write a rly short high-key awfully written story along with it so I hope you guys like it :’) ((and if the picture appears to be blurry, tapping on it will show a better res version idk why but oh well))
"Yeah, I'm a legend. You know, they call me the cautionary whale."
"I never realize how much I like being home unless I've been somewhere really different for a while."
- "That's a wise choice because I knew this girl who like had this crazy freak out because she took too many behavioral meds at once and she like ripped off her clothes, and dove into the fountain at Ridgedale Mall and was like, 'Blah I am a Kracken from the sea!.'"
- "I heard that was you."
- "I'm going to really start looking like a dork soon. Will you still think I'm cute if I'm huge?"
- "I always think you're cute. I think you're beautiful."
"Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with."
- "Wow your shorts are like especially gold today."
- "My mom uses color safe bleach."
- "Go Carol."
"Yeah I came as soon as I got that ultrasound goo off my pelvis. It was crazy actually, my step-mom verbally abused the ultrasound tech and we got escorted off the premises."
"Well, honey, doctors are sadists who like to play God and watch lesser people scream..."
"I'm gonna stop wearing underwear. Raise my sperm count."
"I need to know that it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever."
"As boyfriends go, Paulie Bleeker is totally boss. He is the cheese to my macaroni. And I know people are supposed to fall in love before they reproduce, but - I guess normalcy isn't really our style."
- "You're, like, the coolest person I've ever met, and you don't even have to try, you know..."
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i guess it’s kind of hard for someone who isn’t an introvert to understand that i literally need alone time. i promise it’s nothing you did and im not in a bad mood. sometimes i just really have to go home and lay in my bed with a good book and not talk to anyone for awhile.
Hello hello, congrats on the new blog, I'm loving it already! I would like to ask you a reaction of Chanyeol/Zico/Suga trying to get their gf in the mood, you can pick the situation, thank you and keep the amazing blog! ♡
omg this is about to be bad>< lord help me not get carried away and thank you for your kind words^^
Chanyeol: He would do it when she’s not expecting, they’d be watching a movie when he starts the feather light touches that give her chills, slowly gliding his fingers down her arms to her hips tracing small circles until she finally gives in to his touch
“What’s the matter Y/N? Do you want more?”
Zico(ugh the ub); He wouldn’t try to hide what he’s doing. He Would wrap his arms around her waist while she’s cooking and press light kisses that get rougher as he keeps going, he would tug with he waistband of her pants until she’s weak in the knees
“You have two options Y/N; The bed or on the counter”
Suga: He would make it subtle but at the same time not so subtle. While they were laying down he would pull her closer and press soft kisses in the dip of her neck as he glides his fingers down her sides eventually sliding his hand into her pants with nonstop teasing, never fully giving her what she wants
“Do you want it Y/N? you have to ask for it or else you get nothing”
Ugh i wanted to just keep going but i managed to stop myself
I’m in a really good mood so I just wanna say that I love and appreciate all of my followers. Yall have supported me a lot with sales and kind words. I’m really bad at communicating but to those of you who have messaged me and are waiting on a reply, I have seen them and I definitely will get to you As soon as I can!