#Happiness is freeness

[karrenkitty]

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Kat and Lily doooodles 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

[0nlyhere4phil]

i don't think i will ever be able to get over how they're still here making content for us cause we're still here, and they're just proudly out being happy and doing whatever they want. like genuinely it's so mind boggling that im just watching spooky week 2024 with a very very happy and a very very gay dan and phil.

[churrobear]

i need to talk about goga this season because why he kindaaa 😳

the progression of Goga’s glow up needed to be studied and brought up eventually, so here I am 😌

I’d say the overall contributions to his glow up was his improved ball skills and increased playing time, fashion choices, & self-improvement.

not to mention any growth in his personal life like relationships or friendships he might have gained that we don’t see ✨

More details in the tags 😚 🪄

[bunniehunn]

“Haha, this is amazing! I feel like a whole new person!”

Flori for the Moonlight Song event by @sunnysidesevenup!!! WHEN I TELL YOU I RANNN to make this when I saw this event— anyway- lines and yaps under the cut <3

Home: The water feels so much more inviting when I’m like this.

Home idle I: It still feels as if my legs are present. Is this what they call phantom limb?

Home idle II: The underwater world is just marvelous! It feels so much more free than land.

Home idle III: Repercussions for taking the potion? Surely, they could not be that bad for such a wondrous transformation.

Home tap I: The competition? Ah, I’m not all that worried about it. With the right amount of preparation I’ll be fine. I sing so much, it’s second nature at this point.

Home tap II: The myth about the sirens and the boy is beautiful… imagine loving like that, so selflessly?

Home tap III: Haha, I’m not sure if I’ll ever want to return to land. I wonder if Arlo’s parents sell these potions in bulk... What? Aha, my, I’m sure you didn’t hear anything.

Home tap V: The clothing is absolutely beautiful too. It’s so flowy and lightweight, sometimes I’m scared it’ll fly away. Ah, I kid, I kid~

Home tap VI: The water washing over me, the beauty of the dark depths, the freeness of the waves- ah, I’m waxing poetic, aren’t I? You’ll have to excuse me.

★彡

AHHDHDHDHD MY BABY SHES SO HAPPY DHHDHDHDHD I based her merform off of a Butterfly Koi. There’s probably some symbolism I can find in there but I’m too lazy to dig it up. When i saw the event I grabbed my tablet and blacked out and suddenly this was on my screen I don’t know what happened—/j

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[teenandbeyond]

Shota Aizawa x Fem. Black Reader

I wrote this to flesh out the possible relationship between Aizawa and an OC for my fanfic.

Want more from me? 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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🐱Beauty at the Café🐱 (MHA or My Hero Academia)

Warning(s): Reader is a rich MILF (Kid is in his class), Bold=English

You and Aizawa have frequent meet-ups at a quaint little cat café...it's about time you met his friend Present Mic...

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The first time you ran into each other was purely coincidence.

He heard of this newly opened cat café that was popular, yet somehow quiet and far from packed.

And he liked cats, so why not check it out?

You sponsored the café due to the owners being young, you wanted to support them as a fellow cat lover and owner. They wanted you to try out all their dishes for your opinion.

You noticed him as he sat down at a table next to yours.

"Oh. That you Eraser head?"

He slowly turned his head, recognizing the voice, "Ms. [Last Name]."

You leaned your head on a fist with a pearly white smile, "I'm both surprised and unsurprised to see you here."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked dryly.

"You kinda seemed like a cat kind of man, that's all. Funny we ran into each other, though."

"What are you doing here? This isn't usually the area people in your class enjoy."

You chuckle, "Even the rich like cheap when we're modest—But actually, I'm here on business."

"Business. Sounds about right for the richest woman in the world," he turned his attention to a soft-looking Birman.

"Cinnamon."

"What?"

"That's her name. Cinnamon."

"Oh."

Eventually, he would sit at your table with you. And eventually the length of conversation grew.

Once he realized you weren't some snobby rich lady, he was quite a bit more comfortable with you. But he wasn't too surprised, your daughter acted far from spoiled. Had no idea she was a rich kid until he met you and learned you were her mother.

He was glad one of his favorite students had a good parent to match.

And even though he didn't want to admit it, he was really starting to warm up to you.

He wasn't the biggest fan of the business suits, heels, and overall made up look. He wasn't one to care about appearance that much.

But your coiled hair, thick and natural...

He loved the feeling of freeness it gave off, it took away the intimidating classiness that clashed against his...he didn't know.

And he supposed you weren't always dressed to work, sometimes he saw you in casual and steetwear. Baggy clothes, tees with the faces of old rappers, heavy boots and cardigans.

He admittedly liked when you wore comfy clothes better.

But he thought you could pull of anything.

You best accessory to him other than your hair was your smile. Which was saying a lot coming from a guy who wasn't the happy type.

But there was a problem.

Someone was onto him, noticing he was going out more.

Hizashi.

So Aizawa tried to be slick, hide you from him...

But he should've known his friend better than that.

"You don't need to come with me."

"I just wanna see what's so great, that has you coming here every other day! You never go out this much."

"I like cats."

"Sure, cats," the blonde smirked, "You met a woman there didn't you?"

"No."

"You did!" he gasped, "Is she there now?"

"I don't know."

"I want to meet her!"

"That's not necessary."

When Hizashi laid eyes on you, he had to lower his shades, he was in complete disbelief.

"Huh...she's actually very pretty."

Aizawa glared at his friend, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I just thought it'd be someone sadder-looking, like you. That seemed like it'd be more your type."

Aizawa can only sigh, then you happen to look up mid-bite.

You smile and wave to the familiar pro-hero as he approaches, "Hello, again, Aizawa. How've you been since the last time I saw you?"

He groans, sliding into the booth seat across from you, "Could be better. Got tailed this time."

You lean forward on a fist in intrigue, observing the person accompanying him, "You're a friend of Aizawa's...Present Mic, right?"

"You can call me Hizashi!"

You and Hizashi seemed to get along swimmingly, which made Shota feel both fond and annoyed at the same time.

Then he lost you both when you started speaking in English.

"Nah, there ain't no way!"

"Yeah, that's what he did," Hazashi was cackling like a hyena.

"That villain was tweakin'! What did he think you was finna do? Let him just do that? Crazy!"

Apparently when you were comfortable, your English became more casual. Aizawa thought it was cute.

Then he decided he did enough social interaction for one day.

But just as he and Hizashi went out the exit, he sharply turned to him.

"What?"

"Give me your phone real quick, Shota."

"Why?" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Just trust me."

"I'm not trusting that smile," but Shota gave it to him anyway.

Hizashi ran back inside and Aizawa impatiently waited until the blonde came out with a goofy grin, handing him his phone back.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"You can thank me later. And look, you already got a text!"

Aizawa looked down at his phone. Your name was on the screen and lo and behold, there was a single text.

'I had fun! It was nice to see you again Eraserhead o(^▽^)o'

"Whoa! Is that a smile I see?"

The minuscule smile was gone, "No."

"It waaas!" he gently elbowed his lonely looking friend.

"It wasn't.

"You think she's cuuute," he poked Shota's side.

"...Whatever."

"You didn't deny it! Who would've thought you could pull?

"Shut up, idiot.

'coffee's on me next time if youre up for it.'

[canisalbus]

Vasco makes me so happy c': his soft eyes, warm tones and just everything about him makes me feel so warm UGH. And I adore his clothing style too. He just seems like such a sweet lad oh my! Thank you for sharing your beautiful characters with us <33

Thank you! I'm glad he brightens your days! ;_;

I keep thinking how doglike he is in the way he acts. He's excitable, emotional, humorous and has a certain freeness to him. He may get sad or angry occasionally but bounces back quickly. He's friendly to everyone unless given a good reason not to. He loves his favorite people fiercely and unconditionally.

[pierregaslays]

i’m trying to be normal but this time last year i was at the eras tour and taylor sang my favourite song of all time as a surprise song and it was the first time i experienced true freeness and happiness after my mum died and :(

[sugar-omi]

I was so happy living my Leech Daughter Era™️ tho 😩

RIIIIGHTTTT?!??! like i enjoyed the freeness of my gap year, and i love being unemployed bc. well i aint gotta do anything😂😂 but i hate being broke..........💀

i am enjoying the busyness n buzz of my life now bc im in a (bit</3) better place n im having more fun now, but dammit!!!! i jus wanna look pretty (i actually look like a frog in my pjs n unkempt bun majority of the time lol) and paint, read n write, and watch anime in my room all day😩😩😩

but we got this!!!!!! we'll grind n then we'll be retired on the beach one day i swearrrrr 🙌

[tomorrowxtogether]

Tomorrow X Together: “Against all odds, you have to find your true identity”

As the K-pop boyband return with their third album, ‘The Name Chapter: FREEFALL’, they talk with NME about growing pains, camaraderie and the positive side of being in free fall

"I was falling helpless in a shower of waste / Reaching my arms out toward the others / Falling in disorder everywhere around me.”

In his poem ‘Free Fall,’ Thomas Kinsella talks about the “helpless” terror of free falling – hurtling towards the ground with blood-curdling velocity and little to dispel the oncoming crash. As he falls in a “shower” of waste – wasted opportunities, words never said, or simply the debris of his life – he flails about for support, perhaps disregarding the fact that this fall is collective, this agony and fear mutual.

As they bring another chapter of their thesis on youth to a close, Tomorrow X Together are in a similar kind of free fall. On their last album, ‘The Name Chapter: TEMPTATION’, the group was gallivanting on a picturesque island, buoyant joy and liberation propelling them deeper into a dreamscape. Eventually, however, they realise they’re much like Pi and the tiger stuck on the algae island. What they had thought of as a manifestation of their innocent youth and freedom was, in fact, a cunning trap meant to lull them into a false sense of security. The island’s promised abundance was simply a deceptive “sugar rush”, keeping the members locked away from their true potential and dreams.

Thus comes the free fall. The members decide to say goodbye to Neverland and Peter Pan and hurl themselves into the maelstrom, for the sake of maturity and impending growth. This is where ‘The Name Chapter: FREEFALL’ finds them – “falling in disorder everywhere around” them, as Thomas Kinsella put it – confronting the uncharted, but also embracing true freedom, perhaps for the first time ever.

“In the last album, we were swayed by temptation. In this album, we get to face reality. We’re trying to step forward, but in the process of growing there must be growing pains,” says Taehyun of the album. We’re almost a week out from the release of the second part of ‘The Name’ series, and the five members of TXT – Taehyun, Beomgyu, Soobin, Yeonjun, and Hueningkai – patch in through Zoom from a nondescript room. The outside world may be caught up in the proverbial storm of this new release – the group was recently named ambassadors for Dior, and have steadily been dropping concept visuals for the release – but here is a moment of peaceful, rare respite as they try to pin down the core emotions that drive ‘The Name Chapter: FREEFALL’.

“First of all, I think it’s the emotion of feeling freed because we’re finally breaking away from our illusions, [so] there’s that definite sense of freeness,” Hueningkai says. “Also, the emotion of running towards our youth, protecting and holding our dreams and our hopes. The last [emotion] would be the growing pains and the determination to go forward.”

Despite the turbulent connotations of the album’s title, Hueningkai likes to think there’s a sense of peace bolstering it all. “Not being able to get away from the illusions could be a happy moment, when you think about it, but it’s also a circle that we’re trapped in. That’s why there’s a sense of freedom [in this album] – only when you’re freed from that circle can there be change,” he explains.

It wouldn’t be wrong to say that this might be TXT’s most self-aware album yet. They know, better than perhaps anyone, that youth is fleeting. Their characteristic indefatigable optimism aside, here is where they acknowledge and reckon with the discomfort of being too comfortable, however seductive the idea of staying young and wild might be.

“I wouldn’t say that we let go of the dreams and whatever we had of [our] youth,” Taehyun reasons, speaking of the album’s concept visuals, which hark back to some of their previous releases. Perhaps a hangover from the past? An inability to truly let go of your previous attitudes? He disagrees: “[Before] we were kind of oblivious to our dreams. Now that we have faced the reality, we realise that there are certain dreams and hopes that we have to follow through.”

He brings up ‘Dreamer’ which, according to him, exemplifies the balance between the uncertainty and fear of letting go of the past and the heady exhilaration of finding who you are. “I dream again / The name I retrieved / The chase of following the dream / I’m a dreamer,” the group sings on the song, its languishing, sensual R&B expanding and flickering like a mesmerising aurora in the open midnight sky, making you feel small yet strangely safe.

“I thought finding the “name” is like a mission that everyone has. It’s like the fate that everyone has.” Hueningkai – who contributed to the lyrics – explains, emphasising the dissonance between the identity you’re born with and the one you make for yourself. “We have our [own] names, but what’s important is that against all odds and all uncertainties, you have to find your true self and your true identity.”

"At the last instant / Approaching the surface / The fall slowed suddenly / And we were all / Unconcerned / Regarding one another in approval.”

“I think the moment when I really face my identity is when MOA (the group’s fans) calls out my name,” says Hueningkai.

“I felt really alive when we debuted at Lollapalooza,” Taehyun adds.

As the conversation turns to discussing moments when the members encounter their own realities, one thing becomes clear: TXT’s personal identities are inevitably intrinsically linked with their professional ones. They’ve had to grow (and grow up) amidst a flurry of professional accolades that would spark envy and awe alike. At times, it must feel like being at the centre of their own solar systems – they might want to take a breather and understand who they are, but time and the world revolves around them at their own dizzying speed. Does fame ever feel like a free fall?

Beomgyu disagrees: “It is reality, but I don’t think it has a negative connotation.” If anything, they have “become more greedy about bringing [our fans] better music.”

Yeonjun provides a different personal perspective: "I think my 'free fall' moment was when I started this career,” he says. His admission is surprisingly removed from the uplifting hopefulness that tinges the group’s music and answers alike. “Before starting this career, I don’t think I knew much about myself. I didn’t know how to love myself. I didn’t know what kind of person I was,” he admits. “But this career and occupation really changed me in a good way.”

Thomas Kinsella’s words reappear on the horizon as the members all credit each other for the good memories. “There are challenges along the way, but every time, I think about my members here, [and] I know that they will help me and that I can do it,” Beomgyu adds.

While the camaraderie does cushion the fall, also providing comfort is the innate knowledge that they’re on the right path. As Taehyun puts it: “I think all of us actually know the answer. We know the destinations that we have to be headed towards, but putting that into action requires a lot of courage and effort and that’s what’s really hard. It’s really about reconciling [with] your inner self.”

Tomorrow X Together’s new album ‘The Name Chapter: FREEFALL’ is out now via BIGHITMUSIC

[violetwhisperswolfstar]

How am I discovering Sweater Weather by @lumosinlove just now?! Like, what have I been doing with my life so far??? This fic is pure gold! Sweet and fluffy and just downright lovely vibes. I'm totally into that wolfstar being masculine thing, okay? No judgment, please... I mean, I've read fics where Sirius wears a dress and is a total fem, and I was totally happy with it, love the freeness of the fandom. But there's just something about both of them having those strong arms and muscles and being sooo tough on ice and then letting themselves be vulnerable together... It's everything! 🐺⭐️💪just omg omg I'm drooling :) (the smut is smutting as well) The parallels to the cannon are well-done and the writing is just... so natural and a joy to read. What a better way to get masculine guys than to have them play hockey, and right after the world championships, like... this is everything I needed right now!!! 🏒💕

[burn1ngbutterfly]

— III — 

Synopsis — the way a demigod’s life goes without the camp half blood experience, while the pull of the ichor and the domain of the parent stays ingrained.

Contents — gn!reader. Obscure descriptions of the godly parent. 

The fates are cruel.

You find the truth out gradually, never certain, the nagging feeling gnawing at the back of your head.

Father, why am your only human child?

A question that blows in your mind like a kite, brightly coloured and flashing, twisting and turning under the gusts of your thoughts.

Father, why do you ignore me?

You hug yourself closer, feeling cold without any apparent reason. The old, battered stuffed bird toy lies discarded in the tiny apartment you visit once in a while, too busy with your grown up, not exactly safe, life. 

You start small. 

An air host.

You feel more alive in the air, the take off and landing creating equally bright fireworks of happiness.

Sometimes you wish you could fly without the support of the dangerous machines, ones that go down if one tiny thing goes wrong. 

You still risk it. 

The feeling is exhilarating, the same as when you jumped off trees as a child to get a taste of your father’s domain.

Being a demigod tied to the air without the power to fly is cruel.

You went further. 

Your father heard you painfully-sincere prayers, your begging to be closer to the domain the ichor in your blood so desperately craves. 

You found solace in the flying courses you got enrolled by a mere miracle, nothing less.

Your mind is blown out by all the winds of world, their touches a caress and comfort. 

They know you desperately crave what they have since birth.

You smile looking at the birds which fly freely. Sometimes you wish that you were able to do the same. Most of the time you know what you hope you will become when you die. 

The curse lain on you burns in an ice-cold mark, because children are not blamed fro their parents actions and yet they are the ones to pay for their mistakes. 

You fell in love with my mother. What kind of person was she to take the interest of the one who never looked at mortals?

The air currents protect you, unnoticed, blowing away any danger, or blowing in the direction you should go. 

You do not notice this. You do not know what your father looks like. 

I became a spirit, father. As I wished I would be. I became a spirit and now all that I have gotten from you may go down in flames. I know why they hate the gods. I would have followed them have you not answered my prayer.

You smile, not visible in the winds, their wings caressing yours. 

You are finally in the domain your soul craved, you ichor infused body no longer containing the freeness of your spirit. 

The fates are cruel, but perhaps the gold mixed into your blood was crueler. 

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[fe-sibling-duo-tournament]

Fire Emblem Sibling Duo Tournament: Losers Round 2 - Match 1

Propaganda under cut:

Celica & Conrad:

YES i am AWARE that conrad in echoes is Contentious but he's cute and i love him. it's so funny how you can IMMEDIATLY tell that he's celica's brother just from the color scheme but until the official reveal celica just goes "who was that man...." like at least lucina had time travel and an alias as her excuse for the disguise but conrad did it so much worse that it's always hilarious.

Timerra & Fogado:

My fave of the Engage royal siblings!! Timerra is so happy at any chance to see Fogado, and Fogado is happy just by the fact Timerra is happy- Both project an air of care-freeness that isn’t entirely true.

Fogado works his best to support his sister, in any way he can. While Timerra, sometimes, she just wants to be with her brother.

Also their support chain is great. Fogado gives her a little doll that’s meant to look like him. 💗

[saturnniidae]

Is there a word for that weird feeling you get in your stomach when you see white people using neopronouns and talking about how gender is just a social construct and you can do whatever you want etc etc and you're happy for them in that feeling of freeness and comfort, but they're white and being white and trans is a completely different existence and experience and they don't get it and never will so you just feel kind of ill

[dent-de-leon]

Hey I have some serious brainrot about this so I'm also gonna infect you with it:

Fjord and Jester and Kingsley stopping by Rexxentrum to visit Caleb and running into King's sister Aldreda and niece Mari at the market. Aldreda wants nothing to do with him and tells him "I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY, LUCIEN!" and he and Jester and Fjord have to explain to her that her brother Lucien is, essentially, dead.

They tell her that he was making his way as a treasure hunter, but he reached too far and was killed in a terrible accident trying to retrieve a deeply cursed object. He would have stayed that way if he hadn't been found and revived by the M9. He doesn't have many memories of who he was before and goes by the name Kingsley now.

Aldreda doesn't know whether to despair at the loss of her only living relative or to be happy that Lucien got a second chance to clean up his life and make something happy.

Kingsley has no idea how to react to someone who only knew him as Lucien, not Molly. But he feels an urge to protect this woman.

The tiny tiefling girl, Mari, reaches out for his hand. He takes it in his.

They smile.

aHHH my heart is still breaking about how soft and tender Lucien was with his niece and how badly he wanted to be a part of his sister's life and just--this is exactly the kind of post campaign content I'd love to see. King running into Aldreda while visiting Caleb in Rexxentrum, a stranger that feels so familiar. The rage and betrayal and grief in his sister's eyes, the way all of it still feels too raw and painful--

I really do love the thought of both of them having the chance to reconnect, to find some closure. Aldreda grieving the life Lucien lost, the future he could have had--but still seeing the softer side of his heart in Kingsley. A joy and freeness to him that Lucien never got.

King wanting to be there for his family the way he couldn't be before, still trying to do better--"I try to be a good person, or whatever I think that means." Feeling Lucien's kinship and protectiveness for Aldreda, still having Mollymauk's bleeding heart.

King carrying Mari in his arms and singing her songs Toya and the Moonweaver once taught him--

[veryrealimagination]

“I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Day No: 7

Prompt: Alleyway, Radio Silence

Fandom: Murdoch Mysteries

Medium: fic

Trigger Warnings: none

SFW

Murdoch wasn’t happy that he wasn’t chosen as the ‘bait’ for this particular case. He wasn’t a good target for their suspect, and clearly didn’t match the victims.

*“I’ve been approached by a few men. It seems that the murders have destroyed the freeness they used to employ.”*

George was a dead match for one of the murder victims.

Someone else that worked in forensics fit another profile, but he didn’t know who that was, and they came earlier, before they were set up. So, he was listening in for any sort of cue from George to intervene.

“You’re not happy,” someone chirped from along the side.

Julia, not truly his Julia but the one for this time, was sitting beside his side. “I’m concerned for his safety,” he said, truthfully.

She snorted. “Trust me, he’s safer than most of us. I’ve seen his collection. He probably has a couple of aunts on him right now.” Right, the guns that he owned, based around aunts from the life Murdoch remembered. “If anything, we should be worried about the person they sent from forensics. The techs will be mad if we get one of their people killed over a failed attempt to get a serial killer.”

“They should have at least given us a name for the tech,” he groused.

“Maybe they though the great William Murdoch could figure it out.”

He turned back to her to snipe back, but was distracted by George talking again.* “Spotted who they sent. Tech detective, Ogden.”*

“Oh, him,” she said. Not the least annoyed, which surprised Murdoch. Whoever it was didn’t anger or annoy her. “That was actually a good idea, and likely his that someone stole credit for.”

Oh, she sounded slightly protective. “Who’s the person?”

“His name’s Watts, a good crime scene tech,” she said. Murdoch tried to keep his reaction subtle. After finding out about Brackenreid and Higgins, he was of a thought that only those that he was extremely close to were good. He hadn’t found anyone else, or found news of their deaths instead. Hearing a positive for another one of Four was a good thing. Detective Watts, although he wasn’t a Detective, something called a tech. “He’s been trying to get to a Detective’s position for years. Last time, Edwards got the position at Fourteen before he spat out some homophobic nonsense and got himself shitcanned. They still passed him up after that.”

Edwards. Figures.

*“Not me being approached tonight. Looks like he has a possible suspect.”* The two sat up as George narrated Watts flirting with the man. Another surprise, as that meant that homosexuality wasn’t criminalized anymore. Watts could live without fear from that. The flirting took a serious turn, as Watts motioned to George that they were going to the back and exiting to the near alleyway.

Something struck Murdoch as the other man went silent. Why the alleyway? There were places in the back, near bathrooms, with dark hallways to indulge in foreplay before taking a person home to ‘finish’. Ogden also sat up. “George?” There was no response. Murdoch wanted to get out and find them, but she pulled him down. “Crabtree, respond.”

The radio stayed silent.

The two rushed out and went down to the alleyway where Watts should have been bringing out his suspect and Crabtree would have been following. There was no one, and that set off alarm. “George! Watts!” Murdoch shouted out. Walking briskly, he hit something with his shoe and looked down.

It was someone’s cellular. Finding the power button, he clicked it. Lighting it up, he saw the screen was cracked, but showing an Aunt. “George’s phone.”

Ogden had picked up another phone, and a couple of ear pieces. “Watts, likely. Pride flag. He was also wired.” She held up one of them and grimaced. “They’re laughing.”

He frowned. They would deal with the idiots of whomever figured they could get rid of Watts by having him volunteer for a murderer’s next victim. Now, they need to figure out where they were taken.