LittleSheenEffect

We are all stars shining in a beatifully dark eve. So Make a wish darling! AFAB Genderfluid ❤️Love Michael Sheen, Andrew Scott, and Paris ❤️

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She's My Husband! (Part 1)❤️

Miles Maitland x Y/N (AFAB Genderfluid)

I love Miles, and always did. And somehow, I knew he loved me- despite me being AFAB. I am genderfluid, so that bridged everything, "like the superpower it is", as he says. So, let me begin.

.............

We met on a dull rainy day that anyone in Britian is used to. Except me, as I'm not from the British isles. So, I gravitated to the nearest building, which so happened to be a open dining arena as well. As I stood shivering, removing my outer brown tweed coat, my eyes grazed across the room.

Suddenly, I realized that a most attractive man was staring at me with a surprised expression. Quickly he reverted his gaze to his paper, as his round shaded glasses slightly slipped down his nose a bit.

Just then, someone he obviously knew, passed the opposite side of his table and muttered something to him- to which, he tisked loudly and then smiled back, " No she's a he and he's a she- get with it."

'Oh goodness!' My heart raced, 'They're talking about me, darn- I should've left the coat on. Oh great!' I blushed darkly, and nervously slid the wet coat back on.

With a near hurt pain, I undecided decided to return to the wet landscape, but the stairs I'd used to enter was blocked by a serving cart. Quickly scanning the room, I seen the closest. Which so happened to be just passed the man with the paper.

My feet made there way over, though a butler-like server moved, and bumped me. Stumbling, I nearly fell right on top of the man's table. Knocking over his glass, and spilling water all over it.

He looked at me, without even as much as a flinch and batted his eyes as he shook his head with rapture. "Oh my dear- that was the most beautiful intro!"

"Huh-huh-huh", I forced a laugh, though my face was red and I was extremely obviously embarrassed, 'Um, Hi." "Hello, my names Miles. Miles Maitland", he grinned with glee as I removed myself from the table and took his hand.

"I'm y/f/n y/l/n, but you can call me....whatever you'd like" I shrugged off, realizing he probably would catch the female name didn't go with the current male appearance. Or at least attempted male appearance. "Mmmmm", he soft of hum-growled, with a ferver that made me blush once more before he continued- "You are so intriguing y/n! Please, feel free to take a chair. Goodness knows it'll draw attention just stating there! Please, please, come sit", he beamed. And I seated myself in the chair at my side, smoothing my wet vest down as I did so. Darn that clumsyness!

"So", he whispered, "praytell-" with that he softly pointed up and down at me, with with his opposite index finger, and a mischieveious curiousoity painted in his aura. Another blush escaped me, and I broke a smile. "Oh, yeah... Well, I'm, I am something called genderfluid. It, it means, I am able to change my gender to whatever I'd like, we'll sort of, not physically though.... As you seen. You know what I mean? This, I, I sound crazy!" "No, no, no, no! My dear- you are amazing. You have a superpower. Oh, my- how wonderful!" He beamed.

..... To Be Continued.......

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Before I rebuild, I release.

Yesterday I talked about burnout.

Today, I'm talking about release.

Because I refuse to rebuild my life while stil dragging what broke me.

The full moon has a way of exposing things. Not gently. Not politely. It shines on what's been avoided, what's been tolerated for to long.

And if I'm honest, there's a lot I've been carrying.

I've been carrying the fear that I'll never quite get ahead. The exhaustion rests on me. The quiet resentment I don't always say out loud. The doubt that creeps in when things feel uncertain. The version of me that accepted less because she was trying to survive.

I don't want to survive anymore. I want to live differently.

The full moon isn't about calling more in. It's about clearing out.It's about looking at your life and saying "This part?" This doesn't get to come with me.

And tonight, I'm not asking for blessings. I'm making space for them.

There is something powerful about releasing during a full moon. Emotions rise. Truth surfaces. The things you've been pushing down start demanding to be seen.

I'm also on my cycle right now. My body is releasing. Shedding . Letting go of what it doesn't need and that feels symbolic in a way I can't ignore.

My body is releasing. The moon is releasing. So am I.

I'm releasing the need to prove myself.I'm releasing the fear of change. I'm releasing attachment to people and situations that feel heavy. I'm releasing that belief that I have to hold it all together alone.

I'm not bringing survival mode into my rebuild.

Rebuilding requires clarity. It requires space. It requires the courage to admit that something isn't working and the strength to let it fall away.

The full moon doesn't create chaos. It reveals it. And what's revealed can either be resisted or released.

I'm choosing to let go of the version of me that endured everything just to keep the peace. I'm choosing to step into a version of me that honors her limits. Her worth. Her future.

A Simple Full Moon Release Prompt

You don't need a full ritual. You just need honesty.

Tonight, ask yourself : What is one thing I am tired of carrying?

Not ten things. Not your whole life story. Just one.

Journal on this: How has holding onto this protected me? How has it limited me? Who would I be without it?

When. your'e done, write this at the bottom of the page. I am allowed to put this down. Then physically do something symbolic. Tear the page. Throw it away. Delete the note. Wash your hands. Step outside and take one deep breathe.

It doesn't have to be dramatic to be powerful. Releasing isn't always fireworks. Sometimes it's a quiet decision that says "This ends with me."

I'm not finished rebuilding. But I am finished pretending I don't deserve better.

Source: Before I rebuild, I release.

[enthusiasteditor]

Watching Good Omens feels like someone holding your hand and saying, “See? You belong here. You always have.”

[littlesheeneffect]

Exactly.

[saja-55]

Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began. While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza. I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.

  A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

Help Saja Rebuild a Life After Everything Fell Apart

My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no

 A Mother’s Message

To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira. From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.

[munsonsmixtapes]

May I request a wade x reader. The reader is injured/in danger and wade goes into protective/crazy mode. Thank you!

protective!wade x fem!reader

Wade was the first to admit he had a hard time getting attached to people. Especially after his whole look transformation. He didn’t want anyone else to get hurt with all of the wrongs he was trying to right, but when it came to you, all of that worry seemed to fade away.

Well, not exactly. From the moment he met you, he felt the need to stick to you like glue. He tried his best to keep his distance, but he just couldn’t. Any time he was around you, he either had you tucked into his side or he was standing behind you with an arm draped over your chest with you pressed to his chest.

And you ate it up, feeling nothing but comfort being wrapped up in his arms. The way they held you with so much care, always looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes. You felt lucky to have him, feeling nothing but warmth when he was around.

Wade was stirred from his sleep by a loud crash. His hand slid over to your side of the bed, only to find that it was empty and cold, signifying that you had been gone for quite a while.

There was another crash and Wade grabbed hurried out of the room, down the hall and down the stairs, almost falling on the way. He didn’t know what was going on, but he had to make sure that you were safe. Still alive.

He burst through the swinging door in the kitchen, rushing to you even though he had no idea what he was going into. The kitchen was an absolute mess with baking supplies all over the counter and he swore he could smell brownies.

You were on the floor, a baking sheet flipped over in front of you and you were clutching your wrist. Wade crouched in front of you and took hold of your wrist, seeing that your hand had been burned, your finger tips getting the brunt of it.

“Honey, what happened?” He asked as he blew on your hand.

“I-I just wanted some brownies,” you told him. I went to get them from the oven, but as soon as I got them out, I slipped on the egg I dropped and then I went to pick up the baking sheet, completely forgetting that it was hot.

“Why didn’t you come get me?” His voice was a little louder than either of you expected, but you knew it was just because he was protective.

“I think I twisted my ankle and I didn’t want to bother you.” You watched his eyes widen then soften into that warm brown color you had grown to love.

“You never bother me. Alright, up we go,” he put one arm under your legs while the other wrapped around your back. “let’s get your hand under some cold water and put some ice on it then I’ll clean this up and we can make those brownies, hm?”

Wade brought you over to the counter next to the sink and set you down on it before turning on the water, waiting for it to get cold. You spread your legs and let him stand between them, your free hand resting on his shoulder while his went to your waist.

He grabbed hold of your other hand and brought it between the two of you, bringing it up to his lips and pressing the most gentle kiss to your finger tips.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, lowering your head and Wade was quick to hook his finger under your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“Nope, none of that,” he shook his head and reached over to the sink, finding that the water was a perfect temperature. “Hand please.” You gave it to him and he gently took it, both of you leaning over to reach the water.

It felt nice on your hand and Wade moved away to grab a hand towel before filling it with ice and bringing it over to you. He then turned the tap off before wiping off your hand gently then placing the ice on top of it.

“Good?” He asked, eyeing your facial expression to make sure that you were going to tell the truth.

“Mhm,” you nodded. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“‘Course I do,” he furrowed his eyebrows. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Wade,” you replied and he moved to stand between your legs again, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“So, brownies?” He mumbled against your lips.

“I can’t make them,” you reminded him, holding up your hand with the ice on it.

“I’ll make them.” You let out a laugh at that, knowing that wouldn’t have been a good idea.

“Wade, I love you, but we both know you can’t bake.”

“Then you tell me how to make them and just sit there and look pretty, hm?” He pressed another kiss to your lips before grabbing the bowl to start the recipe from scratch.

[weaving-wyrd]

A Prayer For The Honorable & Forgotten : Ancestor Work

I call to the Ancestors, seen and unseen— To those of my blood, my spirit, and my path. To the ones who shaped this world before me, Walking in wisdom, justice, and love.

I honor the bold, the healers, the seekers— Those who protected, who taught, who mended, Who walked with truth and kindness in their time, Their voices still echoing through the ages.

May your wisdom light my way. May your strength uphold me. May your love live on in my heart, my thoughts, my deeds.

Yet I turn from those who wrought harm— Who chose cruelty when compassion was an option, Who upheld injustice instead of standing for what was right. Their influence has no place here, Their voices do not shape my path.

And to the forgotten, the silenced, the lost— I call your names, even if the world has erased them. I offer remembrance, honor, love, and light. May you find peace where once there was none.

[ineffable-celestial-empress]

[enthusiasteditor]

non-fans: it’s just a silly little show

me: yeah, my silly little show that kept me afloat, taught me about love, kindness, and that the world might not be doomed after all 💖

[littlesheeneffect]

EXACTLY. This show has literally saved so many people's lives by the very thought of kindness and opportunities for us to change it offers. ❤️

[venustapolis]

The source (Georges Lorin, 1857 - 1938)

[littlemonsterweems]

repost forever

[beautyofks]

Kristen Stewart - Career retrospective

[enthusiasteditor]

If you ask Aziraphale what he enjoys most in life, he’ll say: books, food, music, and culture. If you watch Aziraphale for more than 3 minutes, the answer is just: Crowley.

[littlesheeneffect]

On behalf of the LGBTQ+ community, all queer individuals & families, drag queen alliances, and allies- hate is not what we stand for nor condone in any way, shape, or form.

We stand for love, individuality, creativity, and happiness. The belief that we are all created equal as human beings, with our own paths and our own truth. That we each have the right to life liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

No one deserves to be killed because of their beliefs or differences. Hate is hate, no matter who it comes from.

On behalf of us all, we offer our deepest condolences to Mrs. Kirk and her children for their loss. We stand by you and all our broken family in this world. 🫂❤️

Because, love is love.

[aziraphales-bentley]

i feel like as a society we don’t acknowledge enough how similar young Michael Sheen and young Alan Cumming look… twins!

[littlesheeneffect]

oh my freaking god!!!!!!!!!! My great loves ❤️ 😍 augh!!

[poisonlove]

Wednesday Addams x F!Reader

• Reader is about to leave for work. Wednesday asks her if she's forgotten anything, and Reader gives her a kiss. Wednesday turns red and opens her hand to reveal Reader's keys/wallet/etc., saying

'I meant this, but it's appreciated.' Or smt like that!

forgetting something ?

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X fem!reader

Warning: fluffy

Author notes: I've received a lot of requests, I'll try to do them all!

Happy reading

"Love, what's the password for your phone?" I ask curiously as my eyes glance at the smartphone in my hand.

I found myself in Ophelia Hall in Wednesday's room with Enid, wanting to spend some time with my girlfriend. Enid was doing Things' manicure while sharing some gossip about some outcasts at school. Meanwhile, Wednesday Addams was making the most of her writing time.

Ignoring me.

The tapping of the keyboard abruptly ceases and Wednesday slowly turns towards me. Her brown eyes turn cold and dark as they meet Enid's, who visibly trembles in the face of that icy, penetrating intensity.

"Things, I'll finish later..." Enid whispers, her nervous smile betraying the fear inspired by Wednesday's gaze.

Without saying another word, Enid jumps up from her bed and hastily exits the room. The door slams behind her, resonating in the silent air as Wednesday watches her pass with an impassive expression, lips pressed in a subtle smile of satisfaction.

"How many times have I told you not to scare her?" I say with a small smile on my lips, and Wednesday looks at me without batting an eyelid.

"I didn't scare her," her voice is calm and controlled, without any hint of remorse or concern.

"You did," I sigh at her comment while absentmindedly playing with her phone.

"As you wish," Wednesday replies calmly, showing no particular emotion.

I smile shyly at her response.

"I told you not to use vulgar nicknames in front of others and you keep doing it," Wednesday justifies herself, looking at me curiously.

I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"Vulgar?" I ask, feeling puzzled.

Wednesday nods timidly, without a hint of a smile on her lips.

I sigh loudly.

"Anyway... Could you tell me the password?" I ask again, wanting to change the subject to avoid ruining the atmosphere.

Wednesday tilts her head to the side and scrutinizes me with her gaze.

We've been together for a month, but I don't know if I'll ever get used to her quirks.

"My favorite plant" Wednesday replies in a monotone voice.

"Of course" I reply sarcastically as I type in 'Belladonna.' The phone unlocks, and I smile as I see the background: me and Wednesday embracing during the Poe Cup. The brunette had a stoic look while she look at me smile at the camera.

"Nice background," I say teasingly and Wednesday rolls her eyes at my comment.

"I know," she replies monotone.

I could see a small smile threatening to emerge at any moment.

"But don't you have any games?" I ask disappointedly, and Wednesday stares intensely at me.

"I barely use it to write to you," she justifies herself, and I nod understandably.

Wednesday and technology were two completely different things and couldn't fit in the same sentence.

"So you only have WhatsApp?" I ask curiously, looking at Wednesday.

"You're distracting me unnecessarily," Wednesday mutters annoyed by my questions. She turns her back on me and starts writing her story again.

"Thanks, Wed" I say sarcastically, and Wednesday continues to press the keys of the typewriter ignoring me.

"Why am I with her, I don't know," I mutter to myself, turning my gaze to her phone. I scroll through some pages and look at the apps.

I  choice YouTube.

"Because you love me," Wednesday replies loudly without looking at me "and anyway, I can hear you, be careful," she adds in a cold voice.

Was that a threat?

"Right" I reply aloud.

I start searching for what interests my girlfriend. Hundreds of horror stories and interviews of real murders, true photos, and thousands of hypotheses about monsters, unsolved murders, and much more.

Creepy but Wednesday's style.

"Y/n?" I raise my head from the phone and turn my attention to Wednesday who had once again interrupted her writing hour.

"Tell me, darling" I ask with a smile on my lips.

"Shouldn't you be going to work at the café?" Wednesday asks with curiosity.

My smile fades and I widen my eyes in realization: I had forgotten.

I quickly get up from the bed in a panic

"shit shit" I put on my shoes and look around the room in concern. "Where's the jacket?" I wonder, and I look around the room with worry. "You threw it on Enid's bed," Wednesday exclaims disapprovingly, and I smile hugely.

I internally thank Wednesday for her incredible memory.

I walk towards the door, but Wednesday's voice makes me stop.

"Forgetting something?" She asks seriously.

  I sigh at the unfortunate moment of being romantic. "You're right" I walk towards her and lean down towards her face to unite our lips in a sweet kiss.

As we separate, I notice that Wednesday's cheeks were completely flushed.

"You were forgetting the car keys, idiot," says Wednesday embarrassed, showing me the keys.

I had left them on her desk an hour ago when I arrived.

"Oh, thanks," I say embarrassed, and Wednesday smiles widely making my heart race a mile a minute.

"But I appreciated it" she confesses quickly and I smile back getting lost in her deep brown eyes.

Yes, definitely, now I remember why I'm with her.

[djlj-panda]

Cemetery Girl

Synopsis: What Does Wednesday Feel About The Local Cemetery Girl

A/N: Spoilers For Wednesday. Female Reader.

Wednesday thought she had seen it all in her years of living. But nothing surprised her more watching you sneak off to go to a cemetery.

Wednesday watched as you cleaned the graves of the deceased. Making sure their names are cleared, weeds are off and you'll place fresh flowers down.

When you turned around you screamed seeing Wednesday. "Oh Addams it's you-please don't do that again", you said putting your hand on your chest.

“What are you doing out here Y/n?” “Well you know working” “You clean graves?”. Wednesday asked as you finished setting flowers down as you guided Wednesday out of the cemetery.

“Well these people were once someone’s babies and I want to make sure even after a hundred years they still feel the love they need”. You said and that’s how you a Wednesday first interaction went.

The next time Wednesday saw you, you were finishing choir club and made you were to a funeral home. Wednesday caught up with you asked why you are at someone’s funeral.

“Says the girl who goes to funerals for fun” “Yes but why do you come?” “Well I’m hire to sing. Good thing you’re here, do you think you can bring your cello?”.

The funeral was an older man who died of natural causes. And his wife asked for his favorite song to be played so you and Wednesday granted her that wish.

While Wednesday played she couldn’t help but watch you sing. It brought the family to tears it even had the deceased man’s wife sing along too. Wednesday wondered if she were to die would you sing for her.

Now you and Wednesday have became way close as you both spent hours together. And would spend the time talking or just being with each other. You explained the reason why you help out funeral homes and cemetery’s is because when your grandma died she said she would love if she were to die there would be a worker like you to take care of everything.

Now let’s talk about the night that changed yours and Wednesday relationship forever.

Wednesday was finishing her novel when she heard knocking at her door. She opened it to find you with a shovel and rose in hand. “If this is your way of flirting Y/n I certainly do like it”, you smiled as you explained a family member of a deceased woman was buried with something that when they saw in her will was to be given to her husband. So you we asked to go and collect it.

“I just thought you would have fun?” “Digging graves is a hobby of mine”. So for the next two hours you and Wednesday spent digging up the coffin retrieving the heirloom and buried the coffin back up.

“Wednesday? Would you ever want to have matching coffins with someone?”, Wednesday stopped to think only to look at you. “Only if it’s with you”, you almost stopped till you and Wednesday heard noises of local police.

Wednesday grabbed your hand and you both ran back to Nevermore. When you got back you put the heirloom away to deliver back to the family tomorrow. Wednesday was in your room now as you both now have gotten back your breathe you spoke up.

“I never felt so alive”, you said laughing a bit. Wednesday smiled at you as you sat down beside her. “Told you grave digging was a hobby” “I should have you come with me more often for cemetery jobs” “I would like that”.

You and Wednesday only just looked at each other till she pulled you in for a kiss and to her surprise you kissed her back.

Wednesday still helps you with your cemetery jobs as you give back the favor by helping her with her cases. And Wednesday was actually happy to tell you that her Grandma got her, her own cemetery.

“Am I your first hire” “Always”.

[anas-fromgaza]

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Before: After:

Before the war, we lived a simple but happy life in Gaza. Our home in Shujaiya wasn’t big or luxurious, but it was filled with peace, love, and comfort. We had our own land — a small garden where we planted vegetables, a roof where we sat on warm evenings drinking tea, laughing as a family. Our kids went to school every day with joy, dreaming about their future. We had work. We had neighbors we trusted. We had routines, family dinners, birthdays, laughter. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was ours. It was full of meaning.

The bombing started, and we had to flee our home during the first week of the war. We left everything behind — not knowing it would be the last time we would see our home standing. We first went to Rimal, hoping to be safer. That’s where we heard the news: our home, the place we built with love and hard work, was destroyed. Flattened. Just like that — gone. Everything we owned, everything we saved for, was buried under rubble.

After that, we kept running. From Rimal to Al-Zawaida. Then to Rafah. We’ve been displaced four times. Each time we carry less with us, but more pain. We sleep on floors. Sometimes there’s no roof. Sometimes we stay in tents. The nights are cold, the days are burning hot. There is no electricity, no clean water, no toilets, no privacy. We wait hours just to get a piece of bread. We lost our jobs, our income. We lost our safety, our dignity. We live in fear every day — fear of the next bomb, the next loss.

We used to dream of the future. Now, we just dream of surviving the next day.

We are the Anas family — like many families in Gaza — ordinary people who only wanted peace, a safe home, and a chance to live in dignity. But the war has taken everything from us: our home, our land, our jobs, our dreams, our stability… even our sleep.

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This isn’t just a story. This is our life. And we’re still living through it.

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