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Violet Bridgerton spent the first two seasons telling her children who was good for them, dragging them, reluctantly, to balls and events and parties. And she saw that her normal methods were clearly not working and it would only result in a very long process of her children not listening to her, going after someone else, doing the complete opposite of what they should, causing a scandal and then finally going after the very same person who, she had told is right for them.
I love that she evolved her methods and reached the conclusion that the only way to make her children listen to her is by gaslighting them.
So instead of telling Colin, "You know, I think Penelope Featherington is right for you". She told him, "Oh you're helping your friend get a husband? That's wonderful darling." "Oh you don't want to come to the ball? That's completely fine. It's just a shame that you won't get to see Penelope Featherington get proposed tonight, after all the hard work you did to help her. But what can you do if you're not feeling well, right?"
Here come the hell-raisers. 🔥 Being Emmy-nominated won’t make #TheBoys pull its punches in season 3. Jensen Ackles, Karl Urban, Antony Starr, Jack Quaid, and more dive into what might be “the most insane season of TV ever filmed."
summary: when your fellow sorcerers criticize you for your lack of skill, sorcerer supreme strange comes to reassure you. (based off this request by anon.)
warnings: self-deprecation, symptoms of an anxiety attack, hurt/comfort, fluff
word count: 1.2k
a/n: not sure how i feel about this one but i hope it’s okay!
the taunting and snickering of your fellow sorcerers echoed in your ears, the noise overwhelming your senses even further than the mistake you were now trying to correct.
you had fumbled your footing while training in the courtyard, resulting in you losing your balance and tumbling to the cobblestone, scraping your knees in the process as everyone laughed at you. you were no good at this—fighting, that is. it was your worst skill and everyone at kamar-taj knew it, and no matter how hard you tried, you just weren’t good enough and could never prove yourself to the others.
you couldn’t meet anyone’s gaze, too embarrassed to even pick yourself off the ground. instead, you quietly recited a teleportation spell that magicked you to the other end of the sanctum, far away from the glaring eyes of your peers.
you never saw anyone else on this side of the sanctum, so you claimed it as your own hideaway whenever you needed an escape or a moment just to yourself: to think, study, or simply admire the landscape beyond the archway of your little alcove, with the sharp outlines of mountains in the distance or birdsong from flocks high above that floated down with the breeze and brushed past your ears.
peering down at your scraped knees, you recited a quick healing spell and watched as magic coaxed your wounded flesh to stitch back together as if nothing happened. finally at peace, you allowed yourself to relax, the sharp stuttering of your breath evening out and slowing gradually as you calmed down.
“there you are,” you heard a familiar voice say from behind you.
stephen. of course he would be the one to find you out here. the embarrassment you felt earlier resurfaced tenfold and you felt your cheeks burn. why did the sorcerer supreme himself have to be the one to come out here and confront you about your mistake? as if you couldn’t be more humiliated.
he rounded the corner and approached you. “do you mind?” he asked, gesturing to the open seat next to you.
you shrugged in acquiescence and he sat down, making sure he left enough room between you, being respectful of your space. you liked that about him; he never made you feel uncomfortable, always putting your needs and preferences above his own, which was incredibly refreshing compared to the treatment you received from others at the sanctum.
“so,” he began carefully, “what happened back there?”
you wrapped your arms around your knees and curled into yourself, feeling small. “nothing, i’m fine.”
“if it was nothing, then why are you crying?”
you huffed out a breath, not even realizing you had been crying until he mentioned it and you became aware of the wetness on your cheeks, quickly swiping away at them in irritation.
“you don’t need to pretend with me, you know,” stephen said gently.
a small sigh escaped you like a candle blown out, completely defeated. “it’s just…” you began. “i feel so useless. i can’t fight like the others. i’m no good in battle, i don’t have a relic yet, and i can barely even make a portal. all i’m good at is reciting a few spells. i feel like such a burden. nobody wants me here.” you felt your eyes well up with tears again.
stephen called your name, urging you to meet his eyes. they were such a fierce blue, as if he could see right through you, to the very center of your being. “you are not a burden,” he said firmly. “nothing you said holds any truth. we do want you here. i want you here.”
you sniffled. he was just being nice, you told yourself. stephen was always nice; this was all probably just part of his job as sorcerer supreme: comforting the newbies and making sure they felt welcome at kamar-taj.
a scarred hand entered your line of vision. you realized stephen was wiping away a tear with the pad of his thumb, the calluses rough but not uncomfortable against your skin. “please don’t cry,” he said quietly.
“sorry…”
“no—i… that’s not what i meant,” he corrected. “i just hate seeing you cry.”
everything about his presence was comforting. even when you first came to kamar-taj, he had been so welcoming and kind to you. you wondered, suddenly, if he was like this with everyone. you had assumed—or, at least, you had heard from the others—that he usually kept his distance, off in the library somewhere, learning new spells and rituals to share with the other masters, but something about his temperament with you felt different. it felt nice.
“you’re still relatively new at the mystic arts. these things take time. even so, you’ve taken to learning spells rather quickly—and not just a few,” he said, referring back to your earlier statement. “i’m impressed. how did you do it?”
you tapped a finger to your temple. “photographic memory.”
stephen smiled knowingly, like you were relishing in your own private secret, just between the two of you. he continued, “so maybe your fighting skills aren’t fully developed yet, but that certainly doesn’t mean you’re useless,” he said, again, repeating your words back to you. “there are other talents you have to offer that will largely benefit your fellow sorcerers here. please don’t disparage yourself like this. you are worth far more than you give yourself credit.”
you felt shy at the unexpected compliment, ducking your head to avoid his piercing gaze, but he was having none of that. he tilted your chin up and smiled at you once you were looking at him again. “you are already on the path to becoming a great sorcerer. i have faith in you.”
relief washed over you and you smiled back. “thank you.”
“for what?”
“for being so understanding, and for not judging me like the others. it’s nice to have a friend around here.”
“you don’t have to thank me for that,” he replied.
stephen looked off in the distance, seemingly lost in thought before turning back to face you. “how about i show you a few things? give you some lessons now and then to help you hone your skills? i can assure you that you’re not the only one who struggled when you first arrived at kamar-taj. it certainly wasn’t a walk in the park for me in the beginning either.”
“really? i find that hard to believe.”
“why’s that?”
“because… you’re just so good at everything.”
he chuckled. “while i’m flattered, that’s definitely not true. trust me.”
you laughed with him. “well, either way… i would greatly appreciate any help you could offer, doctor strange.”
“stephen is fine,” he corrected you. “my friends call me stephen.”
you smiled at him. “all right… stephen.”
the two of you basked in the calm silence of your little alcove, relishing in your newfound friend and the promise of lessons to come.
“how about we go somewhere?” stephen asked suddenly. “have you ever seen mount everest?”
you shook your head.
he stood, offering a hand to help you up. “well, first time for everything.” he plucked his sling ring from the belt of his robes, motioning his fingers to create a portal in front of you. “shall we?” he asked and you followed him between the golden sparks to what would become your first lesson with the sorcerer supreme.
Parents now: TURNING RED SHOULD COME WITH A WARNING!!! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN PG-13!!! IT TALKS ABOUT PERIODS AND BRIEFLY MENTIONS STRIPPERS AND DRUGS!!! MY CHILD CANNOT HANDLE THISSSSSSS!!!!
Me at 10 watching Doc Ock’s tentacles brutally murder a team of surgeons while they scream and beg for their lives all while Ock is still knocked out, just after watching his wife die by getting stabbed in the eye with glass: This movie is really awesome
Andy and I had been at the fair for an hour now. It was amazing here. We had gong on all the rides already and now we were in line for popcorn.
“Having fun?” Andy asked me.
I nodded and gave him a peck on the cheek and said “yes. Thank you for taking me here . I’ve never been to a fair before.” He smiled and hugged me. We ordered popcorn. And went and sat on a bench. “I’ll be right back” Andy said I nodded. About a minute later someone sat next to me. I looked up from my phone and saw a man in his late twenties with blonde short hair and green eyes. He was wearing a orange polo shirt and Kaki’s. “What’s a pretty lady doing here by herself?” The guy asked in a husky mock-seductive tone. “My boyfriend just took off for a minute, and you better leave before he kicks your ass” I said sharply. The man looked around and said “I don’t see no strong man ‘round here. Guess he ditched you. Don’t worry. I’ll get your mind off of this set back” he said and kissed me pinning my arms to the side. I tried to free myself of his grip. Suddenly he was ripped off of me. I saw Andy growling at him “WHAT THE FUCK, THATS MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND DICK. DO YOU WANT YOUR FUCKING COCK CUT OFF,” I saw mothers covering their children’s ears but I was to busy spitting trying to get this jerks taste off of me. The man shook his head “THEN I SUGGEST YOU LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE BEFORE I SNAP 'IT’ IN TWO” Andy yelled the guy took off and people continued on like nothing happened. Andy sat beside you and pulled you into his side. No words had to be spoken. Andy got up and you guys left . on the way hone Andy said “do you still have his taste on your mouth?” You nodded and mumbled a yes. Andy then explained that he’s gonna take that taste off of you.
nct is probably the group that whitens their skin the most in selfies .. sad
You think so? I find NCT a bit weird in terms of vanity. Maybe it’s just because they haven’t done a ton of variety, but those questions like “who is the most handsome’ rarely comes up I think. They also don’t talk about each others appearance so much.
I mean, obviously they whiten the skin in selfies…but a LOT of people fall victim to the brightness editor and S. Korea is a country that praises white skin. Everyone is always Jaehyun/Chenle white in selfies….but half of it is the makeup artist painting them that Fenty beauty 100. A good 99.99% of the time you can see the break in the foundation on the face vs the neck. The ‘palest’ in NCT are Kun, Chenle, Jeno and Jaehyun and they have a more peach undertone though, which is considered more ‘desirable’ I think. Honestly, Johnny’s NCT Night Night pics used to kill me…he’s like 4 shades lighter in them bitches.
This is Johnny’s skin-tone for real:
Johnny in uploads from NCT Night Night
Both of them are lightened but….Johnny is a bit more.
this is actually so sad! I love it when i see unwhitewashed pictures of them. they make me happier. and sure, I sometimes like the pale look, but oh my gosh their normal, darker and tanner skin tones are so much prettier. i really wish that they didn’t want to change their complexion, because if you haven’t noticed, their normal tan skin is beautiful. haechan, our full sun, must be crying in a corner over this bc his skin is tanned for DAYSSSS and they still put that pale ass foundation on him. tragic!
Drabble 4 & 7- Spending Christmas with your family & Sexy Christmas lingerie- Lucas
Word count: 1k (YES)
A/N: First off, Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you spend a wonderful time with your loved ones 💕🎄 If you guys know me at all, you should know how much of a hoe I am for Lucas. I loved writing this so much so please enjoy this beautiful, soft and suggestive Lucas scenario. Please let me know what you thought of this series (and if I should do more) in my ask box, it’ll be a pleasure to hear about it! Thank you all again for everything (:
He was pacing back and forth in the apartment and you were struggling to muffle your laughter. Your parents had invited the two of you over for Christmas day and you were going to dine with them, open gifts and such. Lucas, the poor boy, was a nervous wreck at the moment.
He had met your parents on certain occasions before, but they didn’t know them all that well- which explained his incessant pacing. He was so eager to make a good impression, to prove to them that he was perfect for you. You had tried reassuring him, but it seemed that he didn’t quite believe you.
“Yukhei, baby, they’re gonna love you.”
He gave you his famous puppy dog eyes, making your stomach do flips at how cute he looked.
“Are you sure?”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, his finding their usual spot on your waist.
“Of course I am, you’re absolutely perfect and they’ll know it when they see you.”
You kissed him sweetly before finishing up your makeup. With a few strokes of burgundy lipstick, you were ready to go.
He held your hand the entire way over there and you could tell that he was still on edge by the way he subtly (not subtly enough) squeezed your hand at times for comfort.
You rang the doorbell to your parents’ place, linking your arm with Lucas’.
“(Y/N), sweetie! You look so gorgeous, it’s been too long.”
“And who might this fine gentleman be? Lucas, was it?”
“Yes, sir. It’s a pleasure to see you both again, thank you so much for having us.”
Your parents exchanged a satisfied look, beckoning you inside.
“So Lucas, have you been treating my babygirl right?”
You were now sitting at the dinner table, just about to start eating when your father interrogated your already nervous boyfriend.
“Dad!”
Lucas cleared his throat.
“I’d like to say I do, yes. She’s like my princess.” He looked over at you with heart eyes.
Your father nodded. The rest of dinner went really smoothly, your parents seemed to love Lucas (as you expected they would, what wasn’t to love?). He had seemed to relax a bit and you had moved to the living room so you could exchange gifts and watch a movie later on.
The two of you had decided to exchange your own gifts and Lucas brought his gift over with a smile so bright it was almost blinding. He urged you to open it faster than you were already doing.
“Oh my god, Yukhei. You did not.”
You opened the box of brand new Balenciaga shoes you’d been wanting for the past year, tears of joy forming in your eyes. You jumped in his arms, happy beyond words. He welcomed you with open arms (a/n: haha see what I did there) and spun you around.
“Wait how did you afford this, these are worth thousands?”
“Let’s just say I saved up.”
He smiled with you still in shock from the best Christmas gift from your favorite person. Once he opened your Christmas gift, his reaction was similar and you were just delighted that your present made him that happy. Your parents had been observing you two and they were completely on board with Lucas being your boyfriend, anyone with eyes could tell how much he was in love with you and that’s all that mattered to them. That and your happiness, which he seemed to be contributing greatly to.
After watching Home Alone with your family, you decided to call it a night. Everyone was quite tired so you bid goodbye to everyone. You were layering up when your parents spoke up.
“Yukhei, it was a pleasure to finally get to know you. (Y/N) is in good hands with you.” Your dad shook his hand.
“Feel free to come by whenever you like, it was delightful to have you both over. Keep making my daughter happy, darling and happy holidays.” She went in for the hug.
As you walked back to the car, you turned to Lucas who was standing tall from the compliments.
“Told you they would like you.”
“Thanks, babe. They were lovely.” He kissed your cheek, guiding you back to the car.
Once you were home, you were prepared to crash and go to sleep but it appeared that your boyfriend had an agenda of his own.
“Babe.”
“Hmm?”
“I got you another something.” He came out with some very revealing Christmas-like lingerie. Your heart rate accelerated the second you laid eyes on the ensemble.
“How about you try it on, you know, to see the fit?”
You nodded vigorously, suddenly not so tired anymore. You decided to fancy up the look with some bedazzled fishnet stockings and walked out of the bathroom, strutting all the way over to where you’re boyfriend was standing. His mouth dropped when he saw you.
“Aren’t I just the luckiest guy in the world to have you as a present?”
He kissed you passionately and if he weren’t holding you, your knees would’ve given in under you. He threw you on the bed and climbed on top of you, attacking your neck with sweet kisses. He made sure to leave a few hickeys for everyone to see. You couldn’t help but giggle.
“What?” He halted.
“I’m just so happy.”
His mouth curled into a giddy smile as he dove back in to kiss you.
He had been right in saying that he treated you like his princess and if you were being honest, you were the one who felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be dating him. You only wanted years and years of happiness with him even if you fought at times. Life was never easy and you had made peace with that fact, the only thing you asked was that Lucas stayed with through thick and thin. Because no matter what happened, he was always going to be the person you want to come home to.
