Literally what the title says. Pieces of my own. Ramblings about life, fandoms anything and everything that comes to mind. Let's not forget the fancfics. Yes, fanfics.
Well, the truth is you don’t. No matter what they do, no matter how much you overanalyse your interactions, you cannot predict or assume someone’s emotions. Even if you could, it would be unfair of you to do that for them; dictate their innermost thoughts for them.
Consider this for example.
Boy likes Girl – or seems to at least. Girl doesn’t even know he exists before he initiates a personal interaction right in the middle of the road a day after a common midterm where not even a hello was nodded. Later on, Boy searches for Girl in the library and formally introduces himself, asks for contact into, you know, the way things happen. Boy is now on Girl’s map.
Right now, it would be good to know this story takes place on an academic context.
This progresses into more personal interactions. Boy and Girl sit together in classes; in the front during the first one because the Girl likes it, in the back during the other because it’s the Boy’s preference. Boy initiates the change.
After only talking three times, Boy stalls when class is over to talk to Girl. Boy offers to drive Girl home – they live close together, she’s on his way. Girl agrees. Interactions become even more interesting.
Boy asks about Girl’s future. She’s leaving the country by the end of next year – or at least that’s the plan.
Girl is excited she meets someone who loves this science as much as her.
I won’t bore you with the details of all that was shared, but there are a few highlights that made Girl’s day.
Boy says one day to a friend he just introduced Girl to, “I have found my person here. Both in this *Field of Science*, both in the same classes and living close together.”
Girl freezes and wishes for him to have meant something else; something more. Girl knows he probably didn’t. The expression is repeated twice to two more people.
Boy doesn’t have a car that day. He has a group of friends he was planning on leaving with but asks Girl to come with them. Girl wants to stay longer – just ten minutes. Boy lets his group leave, stays with Girl until the event is over so that they can leave together by bus.
Social media? Interactions are stunted – non-existent almost.
Time to enrol to the next semester. Boy makes during class a file for himself with possible choices, but shares it with Girl on social media without being prompted or asked. Girl feels warmth. Considered. Cared for.
Exams roll around. Boy tells Girl they’re going together. Emphasis on tells because Girl never had any expectations. For Boy it seemed like a given.
Boy says to Girl as they’re driving to the exams: “I know it may seem like a daily hassle to you, but being away from you is my stressor during the exam.” Girl feels like she wants to cry happy tears until tomorrow never ends. Girl wants to hug Boy, but physical contact is something that never happened between them. All Girl can promise is to stay close.
Boy goes on, “If she separates us, wait for me until the end. I’ll wait for you until the end – until the end of the world, until I lose my light, I’ll lie on the floor and pretend I’m dying.”
Now I know what you’re thinking. That’s it. How much more does Girl need to know to see this guy is into her, right? Well, what you don’t know is the part after the hyphen are lyrics of a song that came out about a decade ago. Girl didn’t even know Boy would even know that. But Boy quoted the song and Girl has no idea what it means.
Girl stays up at night analysing Boy. Girl’s been speaking to Boy for months and she still can’t figure him out.
One of two things are happening: Boy is into Girl, or Boy is an incredibly kind person.
Two things are also true: Girl is into Boy. Boy is a truly kind person.
Before exam Girl jokes they’re friends only because Girl is a good student and Boy wants her close to cheat on the exams. Boy laughs and agrees.
Hanging out as a group, Boy and Girl are studying in their corner – Boy keeps getting distracted by another female friend laughing. It seems to Girl Boy’s attention is on her.
Enter jealousy.
Boy has never liked any of her Instagram posts. Boy never even asked for it in the first place. Girl finds female friend’s Instagram account. Boy has liked almost all of them.
Another decision is reached: Boy wants to use Girl’s intelligence for his gain. Boy probably likes female friend.
At least, with that thought in mind, rejection is easier to handle. Isn’t it, Girl?
When you finish reading this story, please note how seven lines can cross fourty-five into oblivion.
So, does Boy like Girl after all? Can anyone know? Can you?
If you have an answer, or a theory, or an opinion, Girl is all ears. It may be something Girl hasn’t even thought of, right?
Pairings: Theo Raeken/Liam Dunbar, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Mason Hewitt/Corey Bryant
Tags: AU- Canon Divergence, s5 happened differently, s6 not referrenced, Still Supernatural, Lawyer Liam, Lawyer Theo, Political Fixers Dread Doctors, Mayor Race, Political Crime, Politics, Lawyer Lydia Martin, Other Male Character, FBI Agent Stiles, FBI Agent Derek, FBI Agent Theo, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Canon Typical Violence, Mind Control, Manipulation, Slow Burn
Summary:
Theo looked at him from head to toe in the dingy bar they were at, his expression thoughtful and deadly serious as he said, “so tell me Liam. Are you sure you’re not a parking ticket? Because you’ve got fine written all over you."
Liam laughed so hard, he almost fell from the barstool. "Oh my God. Is that what you’re going with?"
"Did you know people are more likely to laugh at jokes of people they’re attracted to?"
"And you think I’m attracted to you."
"I think I got a chance. Don’t you?”
He did. And he blew it. He left the next morning to save Liam from the whirlpool that was Theo’s life. But Liam had to go and put himself in harm’s way again, didn’t he? So Theo entered the Governor’s race against Liam. And now everything was upside down with no way to fix it and survive. But his own survival had never been part of his quest, had it? It’s always been Liam’s no matter what Liam thinks.
How are there people on Earth who don’t like Bucky Barnes?
I mean, look at this Delicious Dumpling!
He’s smol. And he’s been through a hell of a lot.
First of all, Baby Boy was drafted into World War II not knowing what would happen to him. He left behind his entire family (mom and sisters), and very problematic (and sick) best friend, to possibly never to return.
Secondly, our Little Lovebug ended up being a prisoner of fucking war and experimented on by a mad Nazi scientist.
Thirdly, he fell from a train while trying to help save the god damned world from Hydra domination.
Fourthly, he was tortured and brainwashed into becoming an assassin who then spent 70+ years doing atrocious acts to those who opposed Hydra. And when not committing these acts of Hydra, being cryogenically frozen until his evil alter ego was needed.
Fifth, he escaped his Hydra captivity to finally be able to start remembering who he truly is, James Buchanan Barnes, but has to do it on the run in Romania because he’s being hunted by both Hydra AND the US Government.
Sixth, our Precious Plum was just minding his own business before being FALSELY accused of bombing the United Nations. Therefore, he had to run again. (But this time, his friend is joining him to prove his innocence… which also causes a lot of drama between his best friend’s new work crew.)
Seventh, after his innocence for the UN bombing is fucking proven (yes it was), Hunky Honey Bunches of Oats voluntarily put himself back into a cryogenic chamber until a smart-as-hell sixteen year old was able to break his brainwashing. (It worked, btw.)
Eighth, the Jelly Bean was finally woken up and leading a normal, brainwash free, and quiet life when Barney the GIant Purple Dick Head decided he needed some special space gems to dstroy half of the universe. Of course, with a heart of gold and a sense of right, Boy-o ends up fighting again.
Then - turns out - he is part of the half that gets erased from existance. (I can’t post that gif as it hurts too bad.)
Life has not been fair to our Pumpkin Roll, and he does not deserve a single piece of hate that gets sent his way. So, don’t come to this house and say that Bucky Barnes is a villain because it for sure ain’t true, and you will for sure get bitch slapped for that blasphemy.
This has been a Bucky Barnes Appreciation Post from The Bucky Barnes Protection Squad, and we approve of this message.
I honestly asked my friend this same question just hours ago as I was clueless myself but thinking about it now I think it’s when for the first time after what seemed like a dreadful year (or life), you look forward to waking every morning knowing he (let’s use he as it’s me talking) will be there for you. I think it’s just plain seeing him and being happy that’s he’s around. It’s being happy just by hearing his voice. No matter how bad your day is, one message from him would make your entire day. It’s when he makes you want to write long letters and huge poems. It’s not all about “lust”- it’s more of the intimate relationship you have together. It’s when the simplest of things count. It’s when you start to mature and start to plan something with him for the future. It’s when he makes you want to start fixing your life. It’s when he’s always in your head 3 pm or 3 am. It’s when you can’t stop talking or thinking about him. It’s when you just really always miss him even if he’s right beside you. It’s the “I used to like green eyes but now blue eyes are my favorite”. It’s when all love and cheesy stuff just apply for him. It’s when you begin to see nothing but him and you value him like you value yourself. It’s not the “heart pounding, hands sweating” feeling but more of the “I feel home” feeling. It’s more of like talking to yourself- being yourself with someone without worries. It’s when you begin to really trust him with everything and that includes your happiness. It’s when he’s your happiness. It’s when subconsciously you change for the better. It’s when you once again start opening up after a long time. It’s when you are denying it at most cause you are afraid of how strong you feel and last I think while you’re reading this- there’s someone in your head right now and you’re just contemplating whether you’re in love with him or not but hey the fact that he or she is the person (out of billions of people) in your mind while you read this must say a lot.
I didn’t realize I wasn’t re blogging this every time I saw it, but I see it frequently and think about it often. Just yesterday I quoted it. I hope you all reblog this for others to see.
I don’t know what this is but it’s fun and I wrote it, so there.
Summary:
In which Liam has boobs, Theo can't stop staring and Stiles is done with them all.
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“It’s gone.” He says and looks up at everyone until his gaze lands on Theo. He looks inside his pants again, his eyes wide with fear and then looks at Theo again. “Oh my God.” Theo is going to leave him. That’s it. He’s going to lose Theo because of some stupid teenage witch. “My dick is gone, Theo!”
Or as Lydia so eloquently puts it... “Liam pissed off a witch and now his body is female on its period.”
Rating: M
Warnings: Fluff, Established Relationship, Genderswap, Implied Sexual Content, it gets sexy at some point though, touching, description of a woman’s period, humor, crack
You know, witches, man. Witches are evil. No matter what you think, Liam doesn’t care, not after this. He had been perfectly polite to the teenage witch he had found hitting on Theo on his run in the woods! He just called her an evil witch that’d dip her claws into anything with a pulse and had thrown a squirrel at her as a better option than Theo! What?! It had a pulse. And he hadn’t known she was a witch! And Theo had no right running shirtless in the woods, but don’t worry, they will be talking about this later. Right now they had other problems.
You see, they had been playing tag as a pack bonding activity when Liam caught Theo with her hands all over his chest and Liam just snapped. The pack had no idea what had happened. The only part they had caught was the witch turning red with anger and shame, chanting something Liam couldn’t even recognize as a language and then going poof right in front of them!
“What just happened?” Stiles had asked of course. Liam wished he could turn back time, but he didn’t think he’d do anything different, so it wouldn’t matter anyway.
Which brings us to the now, the why he had had such a stupid wish.
Liam has boobs.
No. Really.
He looks down and all he can see is boobs. He can see a bit of his shoes too, they’re not that huge, but they’re there and they’re heavy and Liam is freaking out while Theo is looking at him in awe. He can smell lust coming off the bastard. Liam growls at the scent, but when he sees Theo reaching out to touch, he doesn’t stop him. Instead he moans an incredibly short lasting moan until he hisses in pain. Theo is now cupping his breast – Jesus! He can’t believe he actually has one! Not just one, two of them! – and massaging lightly, but Liam can’t take it. He pushes Theo’s hand away, “Stop,” He almost whimpers. “They’re sore.” He doesn’t know why. He looks at Malia and Lydia who are staring in shock at him. Maybe they know. So, of course, Liam asks. “Are they supposed to be this sore?” He says, rubbing them himself instinctually in a way that is soothing somehow. “Do you guys always feel like that? I thought you enjoyed touching your boobs.” Hayden did, at least as far as he knows. But these were bigger than hers. He looks down again to confirm that, and yeah… they’re definitely bigger. Maybe that makes a difference?
“Oh no,” he hears Lydia say and his head snaps up at the sound, suddenly worried something’s really, really wrong. He wants to cry. Why does he want to cry? Or maybe hit something! That’s more like it!
“Shit.” Malia adds and this doesn’t help the swirl of emotions inside Liam. He wants to run, but he wants to know what’s wrong too and Liam has never felt so confused in his entire life. What’s happening?!
“What?” He asks and when they simply look at each other, he asks again, louder this time, “What?!”
Lydia looks at him resigned, “You’re getting your period.”
Liam frowns. “What?!” That’s not true. “No, I’m not!” That’s impossible. Right?! “I don’t have a period! I’m a man!” He slaps Theo’s chest who is still looking hungrily at his damn boobs. His eyes snap up to Liam’s at that. “Theo, tell them!” he demands. He swears to God he better have been following the conversation because Liam is not stating his manhood again.
Theo smirks then, the awe still on his face, but now smugness is there too and Liam knows he’s going to say something he’ll regret. “Yeah, he’s definitely a man,” Theo says looking him up and down in a way that would have made Liam hit him if it was anybody else. “My ass can attest to that.” He kisses Liam once after that, a chaste kiss, but it makes Liam smile and the smile he gets in response… God, it wakes up those butterflies in his stomach.
The exchange is not lost by the others, who know Liam would have at least mildly punched him for the comment, but they don’t mention that. A happy Liam is a better Liam for all.
But Lydia has a point to prove and she’s not letting go. She raises an eyebrow at Liam, crosses her arms on her chest, accentuating her own boobs at the same time which makes Liam remember what’s going on around him. “Why don’t you check your pants then,” she says as if she already knows the answer. She probably does.
As Liam goes to unbutton the top of his pants, Mason jumps in, “While you’re at it, is the chest hair there too?”
Theo freezes at that. He loves Liam’s chest hair. He loves to pull at it and make Liam moan, he loves to cuddle against it, he loves to run his hand through it whenever Liam is too tense and Liam needs to relax. You guys don’t get it; Theo loves Liam’s chest hair. Theo turns to Liam in horror, who is busy looking at his own pants, but Theo doesn’t care, he doesn’t care about anything other than… “Oh, no. The chest hair. Liam, please, tell me it isn’t…” he stops unable to say the word gone. It makes him want to pout for the rest of time just thinking about it. Until Liam interrupts him with some horror of his own.
“It’s gone.” He says and looks up at everyone until his gaze lands on Theo. He looks inside his pants again, his eyes wide with fear and then looks at Theo again. “Oh my God.” Theo is going to leave him. That’s it. He’s going to lose Theo because of some stupid teenage witch. “My dick is gone, Theo!” Suddenly, Mason’s question sinks in and he turns to his best friend in confusion, “Also, I thought you hated chest hair.”
Mason just shrugs, “Mostly I do. But yours is kinda artfully there, dude,” he says pointing at Liam’s whole chest area.
Theo growls at that, pulling Liam closer by his waist and Liam smiles delighted. Until he notices that brought his breasts closer to Theo’s face and Theo’s eyes glaze over again looking at them. Immediately, his mood changes and Liam scoffs, pushing Theo away.
Meanwhile, Mason is muttering something about ‘fucking bears’ and everyone hears Corey berate him for it. “No body-shaming, baby,” Corey softens the reprimand with a kiss on his cheek.
Mason shakes his head though, “Oh, I wasn’t body shaming anybody. I was literally talking about that time I fucked a bear.”
Everyone except Corey turns to him in shock varied towards disgust and freaking out. “You what?!?!”
Stiles is gaping like a fish at everything that’s unravelling in front of him. Where is Kira’s sword?! Give it to him! He’ll open up a hole right here to fall into! “This is literally the most scarring conversation of my entire life.” He doesn’t turn to look at his best friend as he speaks next, his brain too shocked to process it all and his eyes too shocked to move from Mason, “Scott, where’s the bleach.”
Scott’s eyes are wide like saucers, his mind is barely keeping up, he’s pretty sure he’s lost something in this conversation because he’s pretty sure Mason just admitted to committing bestiary – or was it beastiality?- and that was a huge no-no for him and just, “I don’t know. But I think I might need it too.”
Mason looks at them before he understands what they’re all thinking and jumps unprompted, shivering in disgust, “Ew! Come on! I didn’t – It wasn’t – It’s a type of guy that’s really hairy, okay?!”
They all exhale a big breath in relief except Liam who does the exact opposite. “Uh, Theo,” he started with trepidation.
“Yeah, babe?”
Liam hesitates before he admits, “The chest hair’s gone.”
“What?!” Theo exclaims and lets go of Liam’s waist to push his t-shirt up, which he probably reconsidered Liam flashing everybody with his newfound boobs and just stretched the neck of the t-shirt to look in there better.
Malia is not that shocked actually. Instead, she rolls her eyes at the pair of them and says, “Of course it’s gone, you have breasts now!”
“Ow, stop touching!” Liam complains, pushing Theo’s probing fingers away. Seriously, no matter how many times he pokes them, they’re still going to stay jiggly, and they’re still going to hurt.
“But,” Theo goes to protest – he just likes touching them okay? They look so soft and squishy and so hot on Liam! – however Liam just glares at him, pointing at him and saying a simple “No!” just like you’d do to a bad dog. Theo just pouts in response and looks longingly at the balls of squish on Liam’s chest.
Stiles is so done. You got that? He’s done! “Okay, we need to fix this. I can’t take this anymore,” he says flailing around and turns to his alpha for guidance, basically begging him to do something – anything! “Scott, Scotty, how do we fix this?”
But the alpha is too shocked to respond, let alone think.
Lydia, though, has a foreboding expression on her face as she says, “We need to fix this before Liam gets his period.”
“Uh, guys?” They all turn to look at Liam. Liam has scrunched up his face in disgust, he’s wincing and grimacing at the same time as he feels something liquid drop out of him. “I think it’s too late.”
“Let’s go to Deaton.” That is the first helpful thing anyone has ever said, thank you Mason. But as Liam goes to take his first step, he freezes. There’s something… God, what is that? “I feel something.” Something’s coming out of him and it feels weird and gross and slime and Liam hates everything right now, heaven and hell and earth and the biology class that he never paid attention to though he doubts it would have told him what this thing is. “Oh. Make it stop. Please.” He stares pleadingly at the girls for any words of wisdom. He’s really freaking out here. He has no idea what’s happening, he has breasts and probably a vagina too and Liam has no idea how to deal with it all. “How do we stop it?”
Hereford Cathedral Library. The library was formally established in 1611, but the cathedral’s manuscript collection dates back to the medieval era. It is still a working library, and is notable for its collection of chained books (a common practice in the early modern era), and is the only library of this type to survive with all of the chains, rods and locks still intact. The chained library contains 229 manuscripts, mostly medieval, and the earliest book in the collection, the Hereford Gospels, is from around 780.
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