#slowmance

[vision-catalyst]

Snippets from my "slowmance" with the Demon of Vyrantium.

I may still be a little bitter about that one time I almost wasted away in a fade prison without ever being kissed....

[ascuteasbuttonsare]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64731370/chapters/166319791

felt cute - wrote a Trigun AU fanfiction

Vash x Meryl Plant AU Mutual Pinning and Hurt/Comfort Updates Weekly -> Sundays ___________________________________________________________ Synopsis:

He calls himself Eriks now. She tells herself she's just a doctor. In the middle of nowhere, under the sun-blasted bones of a dying world, two people who have lost everything try to live small lives. Meryl Stryfe hides behind routine, medicine, and a quiet town that doesn’t ask questions. The man she shares a house with keeps his secrets tucked beneath worn clothes and a crooked smile. But silence has weight. And eventually, it cracks. This is a story about choosing to stay. About forgiveness, the cost of surviving and love born not in grand gestures, but in the quiet in-betweens, that never says its name. Until it does. Post-Stampede AU. Slow burn. Fragile hope, buried guilt, soft hands.

[peachmercury6]

Electric Pt 3 (Din Djarin x You)

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Summary: Chaos ensues in the classroom.

Words: 481

A|N: Slowburn anyone? :D

Previous (Part 2)

Walking to the school the next day, there is a strange sense of dread and familiarity over your shoulders. Turning around, you don’t notice anybody out of the ordinary in the regular crowd of people in Nevarro. You shake it off, heading inside the classroom, where you wait for your students to show up. Within minutes, most of them show up. Grogu is one of the first to appear, and you notice his father, Din, nodding at you as he drops him off.

You get straight to the lesson, but the same feeling as before comes over you. Ignoring it, you continue, hoping the sensation will leave.

One student, Jairbo Brilev, would not listen. Instead, he constantly interrupted the lectures, but today it seems like he wants to push your buttons. “I don’t wanna,” he says, shrugging his shoulders when you ask him a question.

You stare at him with a straight face. “You don’t wanna what?”

The student instead of responding, knocked over a pile of papers off your desk. “Mr. Brilev, get back into your desk,” you warn the student. The assistant droid flailed their arms around in a panic. When he refused once again, he stood up, running around the classroom. You weren’t quite sure how to handle a situation like this before as it never really happened.

Jairbo threw things in your direction. You close your eyes, bracing for impact but none of them hit you. The other students gasped in shock. Once you’ve opened your eyes, the items Jairbo had thrown at you stopped in midair. You glance at Grogu, who seems to have his hand out. Does he have… you think. Grogu let the items drop and collapsed in his own seat.

You let the students go for a small recess, while you have no choice but to have his father pick him up. You sent for one of the assistant droids to call Din and let him know.

Not too long after, he showed up to the classroom with the students still at their recess. “He fell asleep?” Din asks, confused.

“There was an incident in the classroom. One of my students acted up, and when he threw things, they seemed to… stop before it could hit me.”

Din looked down at the sleeping Grogu in his arms. “I see,” he says and sighs.

“He’s not in trouble. I just… I have never had a student that could use…”

“The Force?” he finishes your question. “I may have forgotten to mention it. I would prefer if we kept this conversation between us.”

“Of course. No one needs to know.” Although the children probably wonder what occurred in the classroom today, you vow not to give it too much attention to keep your promise with Din.

The parent-teacher meeting is held tomorrow for most of the day. Apart of you hopes he can make it.

[asthedaydiesfanfic]

Lissa, Solas, Morrigan and company follow Corypheus to the Temple of Mythal.

“It was difficult to appreciate the lush landscape when every bend they turned held fresh battles, but that did not stop Lissa from taking note in the intermittent reprieves. Tall trees, thick with age, were covered in crawling, heavy vines that flowered where they caught the dappled sunlight. The smell of earth was heavy, the scent of blossoms sweet in the cool, humid air. The rushing of waterfalls was a constant hum beneath the delicate melodies of swaying tree limbs yawning above them, and the song was punctuated by pretty little solos of birds complaining of their homes disturbed.  And disturbed it had been. With a cry, Lissa let the full force of lightning course through her arm, directed through her staff until it wracked the approaching Templar to the bones. The hot blue lightning danced over his armor, the force of it cracking the protruding shards of red lyrium. The scent of blood and electricity mingled with the sharp, clean smell of freshly turned earth as their battles carved into the ground.”

[posthumanwanderings]

Mariah Carey - Say Somethin' ft. Snoop Dogg [CHOPPED+SCREWED] by J MAC Trendsetter

[idontevenlivehere-blog]

I would like to go on a date with a girl

I think I'd be good at it. I'd compliment her hair or her shoes, if her hair looked funny. I wouldn't tell her it looked funny unless of course she asked the question "Do you think my hair looks funny?". In which case I'd probably lie and then I'd feel awful because I've lied to a girl who has stupid hair. Would I really feel awful? Probably for a bit, but then I'd notice her boobs or she'd tell a joke and then I'd forget about her hair for a little while at least. What if her shoes AND hair looked funny? No paddles in this creek, sir!

Anyways, I'd like to take a girl on a date BUT I can't even afford to take myself on a date. I might take my book along to the coffee shop tomorrow because I don't want to spend the whole day indoors and they sell amazing blueberry muffins. I have a crush on one of the girls in the coffee shop though and the knoweledge that I will never ever ask her out keeps me going back. But I don't really have monies til Friday so perhaps the whole thing should be called off or rescheduled or unannounced. 

I need to get some new fiction to read. Non-fiction is all well and good, but it's real or at least claims to be real. The History of Western Philosophy is not exactly light reading either. 

My brain is scrambled. I'm in quite a lot of pain. This has been the result.