#add to visits bucket list

[bivepen]

Located in Saint-Brevin-les-Pins, France.

Huang Yong Ping: 'Serpent d’océan' (2012) 130 meter aluminum sea serpent skeleton sculpture

[checkeredflagggs]

The Story of Us: Chapter 3

pairing: logan sargeant x famous!fem!singer

summary: logan and you have been keeping a secret from everyone but it might be time for it to come out

a/n: while I do my best on most of my works to be race neutral, this one is very very very self indulgent 🤷🏻‍♀��

a/n2: this is part 3 of 4/5, which will be released when they’re finished and I’m using pretty much everything from Taylor Swift

a/n3: I still don’t understand instagram so - no one but those that follow you can see a private accounts comments (even on a public post). Also I still hate twitter so I’ve replaced it with Bluesky.

a/n4: Also timelines? Never heard of them. This is set in 2024 but I’ve moved Miami to before Australia

a/n5: I’m pretending that the race schedule is known more then a year in advance so…

Part 1 Part 2

y/n

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y/n: loving the tour, missing the simple days

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user1: never seen someone so fucking pretty

↳user2: absolutely jaw dropping

user3: adding several things to my bucket list

↳user4: same!

↳user5: I just want to add her cloths to my closet

not_oscar: this is gonna cause so much trouble oh my god y/n

↳not_y/n: 😂🤭😂😉

↳not_oscar: i give it minutes before those losers start posting vaguely similar photos…

↳not_logan: no bet dude. It’s gonna happen

alexandrasaintmleux: Tu es aussi magnifique que les œuvres d'art sur les murs. You're just as stunning as the art on the walls.

↳charles_leclerc: Comme tu l'as dit, mon amour. As you said, my love.

↳user6: bringing in reinforcements??

↳user7: well at least it’s not cheating now I guess 😂😂

pierregasly: On ne devrait jamais avoir à porter ses propres sacs pour faire ses courses! One should never have to carry their own bags when shopping!

↳francisca.cgomes: Je t'ai bien appris. I’ve taught you well.

↳user8: oh boy the desperation…

georgerussell63: what’s your current read? I’ve been looking for some recommendations!

↳user9: How Not to Flirt with Someone Not your Girlfriend and Dumbassery 101

↳user10: 😂😂

alex_albon: do you offer horse riding lessons?

↳user11: don’t…don’t you own a horse???

↳user12: I think the drivers have passed from desperate into just being sad…

landonorris: visiting New York soon — any suggestions?

↳user13: getting a life maybe?

georgerussell63

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georgerussell63: Love those London days

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user14: …so this is blatant y/n bait right?

↳user15: absolutely!

↳user16: I think my favorite part of the season so far is how fucking stupid these drivers turn in the face of y/n…

↳user17: it has been funny to watch

oscarpiastri: why are you posting London photos? We’re in Japan?

↳georgerussell63: its call a photo dump Oscar

↳oscarpiastri: I think it’s actually called stupidity…

↳not_logan: 😂😂 please continue to call them out

↳not_oscar: well someone has to and it’s obviously not gonna be you…

↳not_y/n: not yet at least…

↳not_logan: the next part of your plan??

↳not_y/n: 🤭

↳not_oscar: you mean to tell me you actually have a plan for this madness?!???

user18: call him out Oscar!

↳user19: fighting for his best friend really…

user20: you can tell these aren’t recent because it’s still FUCK ASS cold in London right now

↳user21: oh my god I didn’t even notice that…🤣🤣

sargeantnation

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sargeantnation: not the weekend that Logan wanted but boy did he look good while he was there

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user22: made it further than his teammate did…

↳user23: barely

user24: you’ll get it next week Logan!

user25: did you see the look on vowles’ face??

↳user26: he definitely need acting lessons

↳user25: right? Like dude can you try and act like you actually like both of your drivers?

↳user26: I fear for Logan…it took so long for his contract renewal and vowles all but said he would have gone with someone else if they were an option…

↳user25: do not even speak that into existence!!!

user27: such a let down after last week…

↳user28: not everyone is max verstappen!

↳user27: going from a podium to last place though…

↳user26: and remember how lackluster vowles congratulations were for it??

↳user25: 😬😬😬 not. good.

Private Messages

pierregasly

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pierregasly: Missing those summer days and beach dates 🩷

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user29: hmmmm…not liking this

↳user30: the blatant attempt to shoot his shot at y/n completely overlooking his gorgeous girlfriend? liked by francisca.cgomes

↳user29: yeah that 😂

oscarpiastri: this is…not it

↳pierregasly: you’re supposed to be Norris’ problem — not mine

↳oscarpiastri: I’ll be everyone’s problem

↳user31: show them how it’s done Oscar!

charles_leclerc: enjoying that sunset? 🌅

↳pierregasly: enjoying the company more 🩷

↳user32: hopefully it’s Kika!

y/n_gossip

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y/n_gossip: Weeks into her tour, y/n has brought out multiple new outfits for her highly talked about Eras tour. Here’s a carousel of some our favorites!

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iamrebeccad: she could be a model…

↳carlossainz55: ¡Sabrías hermosa! You would know beautiful!

↳user33: girl go back to your actual boyfriend and leave y/n alone 😭😭

user34: is this a safe space? Can I say something?

↳user35: do it regardless

↳user34: I’m starting to believe user19…

↳user19: HAHA

↳user35: you summoned them

↳user34: brb putting on my clown hat 🤡

alexandrasaintmleux: Des couleurs si magnifiques ! Sur un magnifique modèle 💕 Such gorgeous colors! On a gorgeous model 💕

↳charles_leclerc: Presque aussi magnifique que toi. Almost as stunning as you.

↳user36: …👎🏻

user19: i have more proof for you people if that’s something that you need

↳user53: how??? Neither of them have posted anything even vaguely related to them being in a relationship

↳user19: after all this time you still doubt me??

↳user53: of course not but really?

↳user37: I’m gonna start my own crazy train — you guys are dating

↳user19: I’m gonna block you

↳user37: MORE PROOF

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: I’m laughing on the car ride home with you ♥️

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user38: oh so now we’re blatantly quoting y/n’s songs now?

↳user39: well she’s been ignoring her apparently many boyfriends 😂

alexandrasaintmleux: Toujours, mon amour Always, my love

↳user40: girl he’s trying to cheat on you

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↳user41: anyone else catch that?

↳user40: 😑😑😑

oscarpiastri: oh it’s so good you and Alex are taking time together

↳not_y/n: thank you for your service 🫡

↳not_oscar: I expect something for this

↳not_y/n: summer break with me and Logan?

↳not_oscar: sure

↳user42: thank you king for your continued service

alex_albon: going shirtless? For free?

↳charles_leclerc: anything for the fans

↳alex_albon: is that what we’re calling it nowadays?

↳logansargeant: 😂😂

user43: user19 can you give us more proof please

↳user19: I WOULD LOVE TO

↳user53: please stop screaming

Bluesky

logansargeant

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logansargeant: a full heart and a full living room

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user44: I need more photos of boyfriend Logan in my life

↳user48: I just need Logan as a boyfriend

not_y/n: 🥰🥰🥰 I love you so much Logan

↳not_logan: I love you too. More then I can ever say

oscarpiastri: thanks for the sleeping place

↳logansargeant: it’s always open for you

↳user19: ☝🏻☝🏻 LOVER CODED

alex_albon: when am I gonna get an introduction?

↳logansargeant: soon I promise — but she has a plan

↳alex_albon: can’t argue with that I guess 😂

↳logansargeant: oh I never argue with her…

↳user53: user19 they have a plan???

↳user19: well she’s a mastermind liked by logansargeant

user49: THATS NEW YORK, PARIS, LONDON

↳user19: I TOLF YOJ

↳user19: Welcome to New York, Paris, London Boy, and Lover! All in one post!

iamrebeccad

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iamrebeccad: race dates and date dates 🩶

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carlossainz55: Chicas impresionantes! Stunning girls!

↳iamrebeccad: thank you my love

↳user50: 🤮

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user51: user12 was right…it didn’t take long at all for the wags to jump on the y/n train…

↳user12: ok but I am seeing a vision

↳user52: is the vision a Carlos-y/n-rebecca threesome? liked by carlossainz55, iamrebeccad

↳user12: yes it is

alexandrasaintmleux: lunch tomorrow?

↳iamrebeccad: sorry plans tomorrow! Day after?

↳alexandrasaintmleux: plans or plans 😂

↳iamrebeccad: plans

y/n_gossip

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y/n_gossip: y/n and y/n_nation has been posting videos and teasers of these vaults — thoughts?

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user54: music video?

user55: merchandise? It’s been awhile since they’ve dropped anything new!

maxverstappen1: new music?

↳user56: car boy I know you’re used to being fast but we don’t demand new music around here

↳user57: we’re gonna have put together a pamphlet on how to act aren’t we…

↳user58: not a bad idea actually…

not_oscar: why do you keep doing this y/n???

↳not_y/n: sorry not sorry 😂

↳not_lilyz: ohhh new music??

↳not_y/n: yes!

↳not_lilyz: oh my god i can’t wait!

↳not_y/n: I’ll send some voice notes for you my love 🩵

alexandrasaintmleux

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alexandrasaintmleux: Voir l’art, c’est connaître l’amour. To see art is to know love.

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user59: stunning

↳user60: she really is

↳user61: can charles fight?

user12: user52 ok this or the other?

↳user52: definitely charles-y/n-alex liked by alexandrasaintmleux, charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc: Alors j'ai été béni tous les jours. Then I’ve been blessed everyday

↳user63: i am begging at this point…

↳user64: no I get it 🤤🤤

↳user63: what? Eww no. I’m begging them to realize they’re promoting cheating…

logansargeant

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logansargeant: Not how I expected Australia to go but we preserve — let’s go Alex!

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alex_albon: thanks for the support!

↳logansargeant: of course!

oscarpiastri: mom said to plan on dinner at our place this weekend

↳logansargeant: yum!

y/n

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y/n: it’s time to open the vault — and release all the secrets. Tomorrow — 26 new tracks

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Private Messages

Part 4

Taglist

@anamiad00msday @suns3treading @daniskywalkersolo @awritingtree @justheretoreadthxxs @coral7161 @lost4lyrics @mastermindbaby

[kattyysims]

Autumn Core Challenge | The Sims 4

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   With my favorite season being fall, I wanted to create a mini cozy challenge to do a let's play with! This "challenge" will take you through an autumn bucket list, and all the cozy aesthetics ~ meant to be played during the rainy fall season (at least where I'm from).

Required Packs: Seasons, Discover University, Spooky Stuff.

Extra Packs: Get to Work, Cats & Dogs, Paranormal Stuff, High School Years, Movie Hangout Stuff, Get Together.

~ Not a must have but required for some objectives.

Aspiration: Best Selling Author

Traits: Bookworm, Creative, and 1 free trait.

Sim Likes: Rain, baking, sweaters, candles, baths, movies, lofi, reading, cafes.

Skills: Baking, writing.

Season: Fall

~ Options Menu > Game Options > Environment > Seasons _ Seasons Length > 28 Days

Mods (Optional): Shorter University Degrees by The Peridot Project.

~ Not required but makes it easier ~ since the normal 12 credits takes up so much time.

Assets: Small cozy home, a cat, a small bakery.

Business: Bakery (Optional)

~ If you'd like an extra challenge, own a bakery on the side!

Education: Major - Communications or Language & Literature, Elective - Baking

Holiday: Spookyfest

~ (Open the seasons calendar, and create a holiday - add Spooky Spirit, Trick or Treat, and Wear Costumes.

   Your sim LOVES to read, write, and bake, she also has a small furry companion. Growing up she always loved reading books which led her to majoring in language and literature, with dreams of one day being a best-selling author. She loves all things fall and cozy, and thrives during the season. But not without conditions, she must drink at least one cup of coffee a day and loves visiting new cafes.

Objectives:

Master the baking skill. (Get to Work)

Graduate with at least a 3.8 GPA. (Discover University)

Own a 4-star bakery. (Get to Work) (Optional)

Publish 3 successful books.

Finish reading 4 books.

Become companions with your cat. (Cats & Dogs)

Drink one cup of coffee a day.

Have a 3 sim friend group.

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Go to a cafe at least once a week. (Get Together)

Host a Spooky Party and get gold reward. (Spooky Stuff)

Go to a pumpkin patch (you can download one from the gallery). (Spooky Stuff)

Carve pumpkins (pumpkin carving station). (Spooky Stuff)

Go to a haunted house. (Next to the ferris wheel in Copperdale ~ High School Years.)

Befriend a ghost.

Play in a pile of leaves. (Seasons)

Watch Sims of the Dead. (Movie Hangout Stuff)

Go to a movie theater.

Stay the night in a haunted house residential. (Paranormal Stuff)

Commune with the departed. (Séance Table) (Paranormal Stuff)

Have a picnic.

Find a partner to go skating with. (Seasons)

Harvest an apple tree.

episode 1

[arcanewhoosh]

Could you right a story where jinx’s S/O is scared of bombs or loud things in general and one of jinx bombs went off scaring S/O and jinx comforts them.

So I forgot that the inbox was a thing and found this two years after you asked for it. Sorry lmao.

I think I completely failed this cause I chose season 1 Jinx and hooboy Season 2 Jinx would've been a better choice.

Also this went over 2k words I realize I may be a yapper.

The Monsters We Allow

2k words (Jesus this wasn't supposed to be this long)

Proofread? Y/N

TW: Descriptions of injuries

You're no stranger to the hazards of working for the Eye of Zaun. Even the more hardened residents of the Undercity oftentimes couldn't stomach some of the work the job entailed, more so the people involved in those jobs.

So now here you were, helping build an explosive device of some sort. Fishbones Jinx had called it. You guess that you should add assistant weapons maker to the long list of jobs you've held working for Silco over the years. It wasn't always like this, though.

You started out as cleanup crew, showing up after fights. You didn't want to at first, but if you crossed Silco, you'd most definitely cross his daughter, Jinx. If you crossed his daughter, then it was almost a certainty that you would end up in pieces and puddles on the walls and floors. You'd rather be the one cleaning than be the one being cleaned up. So you put your head down and went along with it.

It was messy work, but it turns out even with all the fucked up things tolerated in the Undercity, rotting body parts weren't one of them. It wasn't pretty, and your first few days you had to include your vomit in the list of things you had to clean up. Eventually, though, you got over it, got better. Well enough that Silco would only trust you to do cleanups of whichever unfortunate soul was on the receiving end of Jinx's chompers. You could figure out which weapon was used to do what, what the direction of the splatter on the wall or floor meant. You could look at a scene once and replay how the entire fight went.

The job wasn't pretty, not at all, but it put money in your pockets, good money. It put food on your table and clothes on your back. Most importantly, it gave you security. A blanket of protection that ensured people would think twice to cross you. Silco only kept a select few on constant contract. Sure, you didn't run around beating the shit out of people during collections, or blowing them up. You didn't have a robot arm or guns-choice of weapon was bucket and shovel-- but hey, you were deeper in his inner circle than most people.

Eventually, he started bringing you along to meetings. After those meetings, he'd ask you, What's the quickest, and cleanest way we can get rid of this person?

It was jarring at first, being asked how to kill someone. But whatever reservations you had about becoming a murder consultant was heavily outweighed by your fear of being the one consulted about. So you'd answer diligently, if a little hesitantly. The first time you answered, he had looked pleasantly surprised. As if getting recommendations on assassination was pleasant. You remembered thinking.

It didn't take long for people of the Undercity to associate your presence in these tag-alongs with the sudden death of whoever you and Silco were visiting. Whispers about how you wouldn't even talk during the meetings, how you'd sit and simply look around. If you were addressed by the person you were meeting with, Silco would politely redirect their attention back to him. Sometimes, sometimes, that person wouldn't die. Silco once credited it to you, that people suddenly became more pliable once he brought you along. Another blanket of security. People started treating you differently, more respect, fear maybe. It was a little funny, how typically aggressive brutes would become the politest people towards someone who had just barely reached the age of eighteen.

One day, Silco had asked you to his office. You thought it would just be regular stop before another meeting, standard procedure by then, really. But that day he had another guest in his office. The blue braids were already a dead giveaway, but you still politely introduced yourself.  She laughed, and identified you as The one who ruins my fun because she had to follow your instructions when Silco needed her to get rid of people.

You knew back then that she was dangerous. Quite frankly, she scared the shit out of you. You didn't have a problem with seeing dead bodies and parts, sure. But she was younger than you, and already had no qualms about taking lives. She was the one leaving behind entrails that you had to clean up. And apparently, she was now to be occasionally under your watch. Silco thought you'd be a good fit for a companion. Around the same age, he had said.

You kept a respectful distance from her, but she unfortunately grew fond of you and decided to keep you around more often than not. Silco didn't see anything wrong with it, if anything it made the both of you more notorious. His Loose Cannon and his Harbinger of Death. A deadly combination in theory, but in practice, it was mostly you having to accompany Jinx for her less dangerous - there were still casualties - pranks, and bailing her out of sticky situations.

And now here you were, two years later, making a launcher with her- making was a generous word, more handing her stuff - and getting ready to probably blow more people up.

You feel your stomach begin to unsettle again. You were used to seeing dead bodies, parts of bodies, what was left of bodies. But never in the stretch of time that you had worked for Silco, had you ever had to see dying. You always showed up after. It had only been two days since the explosion at the bridge, but somehow Jinx was walking around as if nothing had even happened to her. As if she didn't blow herself up the last time you had seen her. If you were making an educated guess based off of her eyes, you'd say she was hurt and got pumped full of shimmer; or maybe she was just living off of pure mania at this point.

You've cared for her, but now you also care about her. It seems that no matter how much respectful distance you put between yourself and her, propinquity eventually came into play, and affection followed. And the only sense you had was to go along with it.

It took you a while to get used to being around her. She was temperamental, to say the least. But you eventually learned not to ask any questions about her family, not to bring up the dolls she kept at her place, and avoid asking any questions at all about her past. If she wanted to, she'd tell you. The only time she wasn't unpredictable was when she was tinkering away at her little station, blasting her music.

She was calm, placated, almost normal. If you had never met her before and had seen her then, you would have thought she was beautiful. Not that she isn't, it's just that her reputation tended to precede all her other perceivable qualities. More than all of this, she was vulnerable. Her back turned to you, not a care in the world if you wandered around touching things. You realize now that it was in those moments probably that your affection for the girl grew. All of a sudden, getting her out of unideal predicaments included treating her wounds; then nursing her back to health if she was sick; staying over when she had nightmares. And yet you were still cautious, careful not to trip on some invisible wire that would trigger her temper.

"Whoops-"

A bang, a clattering of tools, and you're back at the bridge. Back at looking at screaming people, crawling on the ground because their legs had been blown clean off, some with limbs partially attached, some falling off, someone trying to feel where half of their face had gone. All moving, breathing, alive.

"Easy there, jelly legs." You look up to meet Jinx's eyes. Once a soft powder blue, now striking orbs of red violet. She's holding onto you. At some point you had lost your balance and was now kneeling on the floor, one hand on the side of Jinx's desk for support. "You sick or somethin'?" She asks.

"Sorry," You breathe out. "I think… I think I'm still reeling from what happened at the bridge."

She lets out a laugh. Loud, boisterous, manic.

"The bridge? The little ol' light show? You didn't like it?" Her smile falls, and she cocks her head to the side. Fuck.

Now you're on thin ice. "No, no. It was nice." You quickly say, shaking your head. "It's just, I'm not- I'm not used to seeing the before part, you know?"

She guffaws. "Wait, wait, wait." She stands, walking over to her desk littered with metal scraps and remnants of her previous projects, picking up one of the butterfly robots she had made. "You're telling me-" She plucks off a wing, the remaining one flapping aimlessly. "You" Points it at you. "Who's in charge of cleaning up exploded bodies, and telling Silco - who tells me - how to kill someone without a mess," Plucks off the other wing and throws the body away. "Gets queasy over a few blue bellies kicking the bucket?"

You take a breath to steady yourself. "I don't know. I never- I never thought about that part. I've never had to see it."  You unconsciously start clenching and unclenching you hand not holding onto the desk. A nervous habit, one that you tried to shake off. A habit that Jinx had taken note of the first few months of her dragging you along with her escapades.

"I'm sorry." You say after a few beats of silence.

In one quick flash - too quick, inhumanly quick - Jinx is kneeling again in front of you, cupping your face in her hands.  "Hey now, it's alright." Her tone is soft, caring, tragically comforting to you. "We all got our little quirks. I sure do."

She frees up one of her hands to brush your hair back. "Come to think of it, I think that was the first time you had to see something like that, huh?"

It always astounds you how quickly she can disarm the guard you put up for her. You know she's dangerous, you know you should be cautious. But a few sweet words from her and you're putty in her hands, completely at her mercy. You wonder if it's normal to love and fear someone at the same time.

"We'll be okay." She presses her forehead against yours. "I've got you, like you've got me." You nod.

"You can handle helping me with one more thing, right?" There it is. "We just need to do this one teeny thing, and then we can chill out."

You put in active effort to keep your breathing steady. Your stomach still in knots. "What thing?"

She grins. "A dinner party. You're my co-host." She pulls you up with her as she stands, leading you over to where she was working, where Fishbones was seemingly complete. "Wanna see something cool?"

You nod, and she fishes out the HexTech gemstone she had stolen during Progress Day. She opens up a slot near the handle and inserts the gemstone, Fishbones immediately lighting up, a blue hue illuminating her dark room. You contemplate asking her about her new weapon, weighing out the pros and cons. But the fact that her hand was still holding yours, her thumb idly grazing your knuckles was enough to encourage you.

"What are you gonna do with this?"

She runs her free hand above the clear panel where the gemstone is. "We're gonna go make a point."

The rational part of your brain is telling you to stay behind, that whatever this was, being in the vicinity of a HexTech-powered weapon was not a good idea. But this was Jinx, and she had already decided that you were coming with her. Incurring her wrath now, also in the vicinity of the HexTech-powered weapon, was not a good idea either.

So you do what you do best, and go along with it.

[khaire-traveler]

⚰️ Subtle Thanatos Worship 🪦

Honor your ancestors/loved ones that have passed on; learn about your family history

Bake with poppy seeds

Visit cemeteries; leave flowers on graves (if given permission!!! Ask first!!!)

Support suicide prevention, humanitarian, or homeless organizations

Have a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

Have imagery of butterflies, flowers, torches, or wings around (wings and butterflies are especially good for a Christian household)

Have a stuffed animal butterfly, snake, or bird

Keep a picture of him in your wallet

Drink a relaxing tea; drink black tea or coffee

Collect animal bones (thank the animal's spirit; I find that respectful)

Start a flower garden; grow calming herbs; tend to plants

Ground yourself frequently within nature

Take care of yourself physically and emotionally

Take a soothing bath or shower

Reflect on your beliefs of the afterlife; become comfortable with the subject of death

Become comfortable with change; take new risks, try new things, accept difficult changes

Create a bedtime routine

Engage in self-care often

Exercise; take care of your physical body

Volunteer at a homeless shelter; help out your fellow humans

Cook a warm meal for someone in need

Engage with media that invokes a sense of comfort; engage with childhood media

Do activities that relax you

Get comfortable with the idea of rest; rest can be productive

Be gentle with yourself; go at your own pace

Spend time with loved ones and pets

Make a list of simple joys in life; focus on the good parts of your day at the end of it

Allow yourself to feel your feelings

Allow yourself to mourn over difficult changes or the end of relationships; allow yourself to miss people

Take a walk/hike in nature; visit a forest or nature preserve

Practice patience and going with the flow

Make a list of things you're looking forward to at the end of the day

Keep a diary where you can vent your feelings while also talking about things that bring you joy; focus on both positive and negative

Make a bucket-list; what things do you want to try at least once in your life?

Collect coins with the intention of allowing souls who need payment for the river Styx to use them if needed

Have compassion towards yourself; forgive your past mistakes

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I'll likely add more to this list! This is a list of discreet ways to worship Thanatos. Take care, everyone! I hope this is helpful. 🩵

Link to my Subtle Worship Master list

[pasukiyo]

CHAPTER TWO

dbf!joel miller x female reader

CONTENT WARNINGS! reader’s father has cancer, age gap between joel and reader, farmer!joel, i am not a farmer myself so if anything i write sounds wrong please do not come for me i am just a girl okay, fantasizing

Chapter Preview: She knows she has no room to disagree. Joel’s been there for her father when she was too far up her own ass to even bother visiting on holidays, while her brother is still far enough up his own to see out of his damn mouth. She’ll have to learn to work past this attraction sooner or later. And it's not like she has any real feelings for him anyway– hell, she literally just met the guy. What she’s feeling right now for Joel is mere attraction– physical attraction at that. And she plans to keep it that way.

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 It’s warm and girthy and strangely soft. Her hands wrap around as much of it as she can hold and she gives it the hardest squeeze she can. She purses her lips, her hands already beginning to ache but still, she tries her best. 

 She wrinkles her nose when the first drop spills from the tip. 

 “Eugh, fuck!”

 She thinks she might vomit. 

 “You’re tellin’ me your dad ain’t never made you milk a cow before?” Joel asks from the cow beside her, voice still gruff, although she’s almost certain she hears a hint of humor in his tone. Joel’s version of humor, at least.

 She wrinkles her nose, trying to mask her distaste as she squeezes and pulls the cow’s teat, trying not to think of what the motion reminds her of. 

 “Out of practice,” She says to her defense after a moment, pressing her lips back together when she feels a particularly large glop of milk pump through the teat before it plops down into the bucket. ”You know, I’ve always wondered: doesn’t this hurt them?”

 Joel shrugs and shakes his head, continuing to pump more milk from his cow’s teat into the bucket.

 “They don’t seem to mind,” he replies and as if right on cue, the cow she’s milking moos, a deep, loud guttural sound and she doesn’t even want to imagine the reason why. She decides she needs a break, dropping the teat altogether, rising from the wooden stool in search of a rag. 

 “I can’t, I’m sorry, I’m not trying to seem like some spoiled princess or anything, it’s just—“ she shivers as she finds a washcloth hanging over a wooden panel, feeling the jitters roll beneath her skin. “—so much grosser than I remember.”

Joel makes a sound that’s eerily similar to a titter as he leans backwards, reaching for his own rag. She turns away, trying to play it off like she wasn’t looking at his biceps again, or the way the fabric of his t-shirt clings to his chest. Good God. She really needs to get a grip on herself. 

 “C’mon, you’ve only been in the Big Apple for what? Couple o’ years?” 

 She titters, though far from amused. “Try five.”

 Five long years she’s been in Manhattan. Five long years she spent in New York and hardly anything to show for it. The reminder sort of makes her head ache again. She brings a hand to the crown of her head, scratching an itch there, sighing as she sits back down on her stool. Joel watches and though she can feel it, she doesn’t meet his gaze, feeling somewhat embarrassed she can’t even do the simplest of things when she’s expected to take care of most, if not all of the farm. 

 Might as well add this to her ever-growing list of failures.

 “Muscle memory’ll kick in soon enough,” Joel replies finally, tossing his dirty yellow hand towel back over the wooden panel. 

 She hides the face she makes at that. 

 She rests her hands on her knees, already feeling defeated and the day’s barely started. There’s a brief silence, and then Joel speaks again. “So, city life’s not all glitz and glamor, huh?”

 Her brow furrows and she blinks, finally meeting his gaze.

 “What?”

 He rolls his tongue over his teeth behind his lips and it takes everything within her not to have some sort of visible reaction. 

 “You don’t seem all enthused about all those years livin’ in the city,” he says matter-of-factly with a shrug. “Don’t sound like you miss it any.”

 She blinks a few times in a row out of pure disbelief. All she can think is: wow. Is she really that easy to read? No one’s ever been able to read her like that before– but then she wonders if anyone’s ever really tried. Nevertheless, she’s unable to shake off her incredulity, staring at Joel.

 Joel tilts his head at her in the silence. “What?”

 Finally, she shakes her head, breaking herself out of her stupor. “Nothing, it’s just…” she waves him off. “...no. I guess its not. I don’t– I mean, I don’t really miss it.”

 And it's true. All New York reminds her of is her failure, all very many of them. When she tries to bring herself to think about New York now, all she can think of is every failed exam, every bad interview, every ridiculously over-priced bill, every stupid fucking heartbreak. In all honesty, if she knew then what she knew now, she’d never have left home. And she’s grown tired of being told that she’ll become better because of everything she went through– she’s failed to see what good the big city’s done for her. 

 Joel clears his throat, returning to milking his cow. “I couldn’t do it,” he says after a moment. She looks at him and his eyes find hers in the corner of his. “Livin’ in a big city like that. Even Austin’s gettin’ too big for me.”

 She can’t help but snort at this and his brow dips. “What?” He asks and she shakes her head, waving him off.

 “Nothing,” she replies. “What makes you think you couldn’t handle it?”

 Joel purses his lips, shrugging after a moment. “Just seems claustrophobic. Wouldn’t be able to handle feelin’ like people are breathin’ down my neck every damn day.”

 He isn’t wrong, she supposes. Its one of the things she actually missed about Texas while she was gone– the space. Everyone practically lived on top of each other in the city, especially where she lived. It's different here. They’ve got over three hundred acres of open land and not a single neighbor within a few mile radius. It's much quieter here too and though her first night back home was sleepless, it was at least nice to hear the crickets chirping outside as opposed to the noise of the city: car horns blaring and seemingly never-ceasing club music and shouting. 

 Though it's hard to believe Joel Miller wouldn’t be able to hold his own, she can’t really imagine him living in a big city either, being confined to an apartment, forced to ride subways and taxi cabs. She humors herself and imagines him in a business suit, hair slicked back, bulky leather briefcase in hand. Though blood creeps along her neck at the image of Joel in a suit, tailored to hug all the right places, it just seems so unnatural. 

 No, men like Joel were meant for the country. They weren’t made to be confined to the limits of a big city, working nine-to-fives, slaving away behind a desk in a corporate office. Men like Joel were as wild and stubborn as the untamed grass that grows through concrete, climbing over fences. Although she’s known him for less than a day, she thinks it’s safe to say that it’s true. 

 “Yeah,” she sighs, finally reaching back for the teats of her cow with a single hand, grimacing as the weight of its girth presses into her palm. She can’t believe she used to be able to do this with a straight face when she was younger. The city must’ve changed her more than she’d initially thought. 

 Dawn had finally broken by the time Joel leads her out of her father’s barn towards the wide open wheat field that seems to go on forever and ever, stretching far beyond the slight slopes of the hills. Her father’s horses roam in their fenced area, heads bowed low to feed from the earth. She and Joel had unlatched the gate of the barn earlier and the cattle now roam freely in their pasture, some sticking to their cliques, others venturing out on their own. The sun pokes its head out from the horizon and the wind blows through her hair and it all just screams Texas: home. 

 She feels like a girl again, running in the wind with her dolls and toy horses, sun kissing her cheeks. The only thing missing is her father, sitting in his tractor or tending to his horses or his cattle, sprinkling chicken feed on the ground and the sound of her brother’s bat hitting a baseball into the net of the batting cage. She looks over her shoulder at the old batting cage, just beside the garage. The weeds have grown tall, so tall, she can hardly make out the shape of the tee and they curl around the holes of the net. She can’t even imagine the last time its been put to use.

 Joel’s teaching her the basics of growing wheat now, when and how to fertilize, how to control the pesky weeds endangering the harvest. She means to pay attention– she really, truly does– but it's hard to focus when Joel speaks so authoritatively, when the muscles in his arms bulge as he points and demonstrates various tasks, when the crinkles by his eyes deepen with effort. As Joel’s briefing her on basic tractor controls, her eyes trace the muscles of his back, outlined through his t-shirt. Then her eye catches a lone bead of sweat as it begins to trail from his hairline all the way down his cheek, past his dark beard, until it drips down to his thigh, leaving a small, dark drop in its wake. 

 When he turns to look at her to ensure she’s listening, she blinks, somewhat managing to pull herself out of her trance-like daze. 

 Joel eyes her skeptically, wiping perspiration from his brow with his arm. “You listenin’?” He asks and she nods, blood creeping up her neck when his gaze narrows. “Right,” Joel says after a moment. “Well, I’ll take tractor duty today. You just go make sure everyone’s fed and we’ll rendezvous at the stables. There’s not enough chicken feed in the shed so there’s a new bag in the back of my truck. Big bag. Yellow label.”

 She wrinkles her nose, though she knows there’s really no room to argue. It’s not like she’s entirely eager to maneuver such a big piece of machinery anyways, but she feels ashamed to have been caught daydreaming when at the end of the day, this is all for her father. It’s wrong to rely on Joel for everything when he has a whole life of his own: at least a daughter and a brother to account for. 

 She nods and swings a leg as she steps backwards, watching Joel climb into the green tractor. It roars to life as soon as she turns around to head for Joel’s truck and she peers over her shoulder just to watch as he turns the wheel– muscles, again, practically on the verge of bursting through his skin– driving the tractor through the field. 

 She kicks a rock as she turns back around, approaching Joel’s blue truck. She drops the tailgate and climbs into the bed, stepping over various bags and equipment. She finds the one with the yellow label and a large image of a rooster smack in the middle she needs, latching her fingers around the top, pulling with all her strength. The bag is a bitch to drag out of the truck but she’s eventually able to toss it down to the gravel. 

 She pauses a moment to catch her breath, hand on her hips as she stands on the tailgate, tractor engine echoing in the distance. She swallows a good lungful of air and crouches, jumping to the gravel just as she hears the opening and closing of a door. She turns to the sound, finding her father standing there on the front porch, dressed in his trademark flannel and jeans, like he’s ready for a whole day of work.

 “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” She calls as her father makes his way down the steps, grunting amusedly. Jovi trots down before him, tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as he runs over to the grass, nose to the ground in search of the right place to do his business.

 “Now you sound like your mama,” he snorts, waving her off. He staggers a bit as he approaches and she jumps down from the truck, reaching out, ready to catch his arm should he take a fall. He holds out a palm, taking a moment to find his balance. “I’m fine.”

 She wrinkles her nose, eyeing him as he grabs the bill of his hat, scratching his scalp.

 “Besides, it’s not like I’m useless. I can still do things ‘round here, y’know,” he grunts, resting his hands on his hips, squinting. “Joel put you on chicken duty?”

 She glances back over to the field, watching Joel as he drives the tractor, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and tearing her gaze away before any more less-than-appropriate thoughts can plague her mind. “Yeah,” she replies, kneeling down to grab one end of the heavy bag, hoisting it up as far as she can with a groan. 

 Her dad chuckles, watching as she drags the bag of feed over to the chicken coop, following close behind. 

 “So, how’s everything goin’?” Her dad asks once she finally managed to drag the feed all the way to the chicken coop, grabbing the switchblade her father holds out for her to tear into the bag. 

 She shrugs, handing the knife back. “Fine,” she replies, standing up, in search of a bucket. When her father doesn’t respond, she turns, finding him with his arms crossed, an eyebrow cocked in incredulity. 

 How some things never change.

 “Good,” she speaks firmer this time, snatching a metal tin from the ground, scooping it down into the feed. “Joel’s been helping me get back into the swing of things just fine.”

 Her father reaches over, grabbing a handful of feed from the bucket, tossing them around the coop. The chickens cluck as they hop down to the ground, pecking seeds off the ground, flapping their wings when another gets a little too close. 

 “Hm,” her father hums. “And you’re gettin’ along alright with Joel I hope?”

 She peeks at Joel again, still driving around in the tractor, doing… well, whatever he was talking about while she was lost daydreaming. Outside of his outward attraction, he seems like a pretty genuine guy and he must be, being good friends with her dad and all. It only seems to make him more attractive in her eyes, damn him. She tosses feed to the ground mindlessly, clearing her throat before she can get lost in her daze again, nodding.

 “Mhm,” she hums. “Just fine.”

 “Good, good,” her father says, the corners of his mouth curving, satisfied. “He’s a good man, y’know. Good father, good brother, a damn good friend.”

 Great. Feeding her more positive things about Joel, feeding further into her attraction to him. Just what she needs!

 “Is that right, daddy?” She says passively, tossing a handful of feed to the ground perhaps a little too aggressively. 

 “Mhm. Baseball fan too,” he chuckles, tossing the last of the feed in his hand. “Y’ already know that gets him extra points in my book.”

 Its something that makes her feel that guilty conscience of hers again, the reminder of just how lonely her father must’ve been after she left. Without her brother here, who else did he have to talk to about things like baseball, wheat farming, fishing? It certainly wasn’t going to be her mother– so it’s nice her father found someone like Joel. 

 She just wishes it could’ve been someone… less attractive. At least that way, she wouldn’t be so distracted and might actually get some damn work done around here. 

 “You know, I was thinkin’ of invitin’ him over tomorrow evening. He and his brother, and his little girl, if he fancies,” her father says, wiping off his hands. “Astros playin’ the Sox, can make my famous burgers too.”

 As if having to be around Joel in the mornings wasn’t bad enough, having to watch him as he works, sweats, explaining tasks around the farm. All this while she has to fight to suppress the heat blooming in places she’s ashamed to even feel anything when she’s around a man she just met. Now she’ll have to spend an entire evening with him? Seriously, when will some of the odds ever start being in her favor?

 She knows she has no room to disagree. Joel’s been there for her father when she was too far up her own ass to even bother visiting on holidays, while her brother is still far enough up his own to see out of his damn mouth. She’ll have to learn to work past this attraction sooner or later. And it's not like she has any real feelings for him anyway– hell, she literally just met the guy. What she’s feeling right now for Joel is mere attraction– physical attraction at that.

 And she plans to keep it that way.

 She sets the metal tin down on the top of the bag of feed, dusting off her hands. She meets he father’s gaze and smiles, nodding.

 “Sounds like a good idea to me,” she says. “I’ve sure missed those hamburgers.”

 Joel finally kills the engine of the tractor and she, her father, and Jovi watch beneath the eaves of the stable as he hops down, wiping sweat from his brow as he’s making his way over to them. She plans to make good on her vow to keep her attraction towards Joel at just that, so she draws her gaze to the ground, hands in the back pockets of her jeans, kicking rocks around on the dirt. 

 “Everything lookin’ alright out there?” Her father asks as Joel comes within earshot, nodding towards the field. Joel nods, stopping before the, giving Jovi a good pat on top of the head before resting his hands on his hips.

 “S’ growin’ real good,” he replies, eyes crinkling against the sunlight. “Treated it today, should be all good to go come fall.”

 “Good to hear,” her father says, a grin curving his lips. 

 From the porch, her mother’s voice calls her father’s name and they all turn as she waves him over, making her way down the steps to her car. Jovi barks and makes a break for her, black and white tail wagging side-to-side as he jumps on his hindlegs in front of her.

 “Going somewhere, daddy?” She asks, spinning back around to face him. 

 Her father nods. “Gotta run for the hospital,” he replies, waving a hand through the air when she softens her gaze. “Don’t worry. Your ol’ Pops ain’t goin’ nowhere yet. Just goin’ in to talk about treatment and such.”

 It’s remarkable how strong her father is, even while facing something like this. He may be incapable now of doing some of the things that made him seem so strong to her when she was little, but she thinks he’s stronger now than he’s ever been. She sucks in a breath, swallowing the lump in her throat to give her father a smile.

 “I’m not worried,” she replies, though she‘s speaking in half-truths. “Let me know how it goes, ‘kay?”

 He nods, reaching forward to rub his thumb over her cheek.

 “‘Course I will, hun,” he says before turning to Joel. “Before I go, wanted to ask if you’d wanna come over for dinner and the game tomorrow evenin’. Bring Tommy and Sarah if you’d like. Burgers, beer, and baseball all night.”

 Joel purses his lips, shrugging. “Don’t see why not. ‘Oughta be fun.”

 Blood hammers in her temples. That makes one of us, she thinks. 

 “Good man,” her father says, clapping Joel on the shoulder before turning, giving her a quick squeeze. “I’ll be back later. You be good now, right?”

 She nods, watching as her father makes his way to the driveway, pulling open the passenger side door of her mother’s car, disappearing inside. Jovi barks again and Joel whistles, beckoning the dog towards them. He complies, running over to where she and Joel still stand under the eaves, watching the car as it peels out of the driveway, driving past the old oak tree and past the gate to the main dirt road.

 After a moment, Joel is the first to speak.

 “Your dad ever teach you to change a horseshoe?” He asks and she turns, arm crossed over her chest. 

 She purses her lips, shaking her head. “Only taught me to clean the hooves.”

 Joel shrugs, leading her inside the stable where a few new horses inside the stalls along with a few familiar faces as well. “You’re about halfway there then,” he says, leading her to a rose gray mare, one of the ones she remembers: Ivory. “Ivory here’s in need of a changing.”

 The horse’s dark eyes blink at her as she approaches and her mouth curves, reaching out to run her palm along her muzzle, just like old times.

 “Hey there,” she whispers to the mare. “Long time no see, huh?”

 Ivory snorts and nudges her muzzle further into her palm, as if in agreement. She chuckles, reaching to rub her palm back and forth down her neck, scratching her fingernails against her withers. Joel appears beside her, leaning with an elbow against the top of the stall gate.

 “I thought your Pops showed me pictures of you on ol’ Ivory,” he says, patting the mare on her side. “Beautiful horse. Rides like the wind too.”

 She huffs out a laugh. “You should’ve seen her when we first got her,” she says. “She still stubborn?”

 “As much as she is loyal,” he replies and her mouths cracks into a grin, patting her back one last time. 

 Joel grabs a bag full of tools and opens the stall, stepping aside to allow her inside first. He shows her all the tools first, some she’s seen her father work with, others she may or may not have just seen in passing. He explains the purpose of each tool and she focuses, as much as she can on his words anyways, rather than his lips or his facial hair or his arms. 

 She watches as he demonstrates how to remove the shoe, squeezing Ivory’s hoof between his thighs as he works and good lord, she’s trying to focus, really, she is. But this is just getting ridiculous. Watching him use his thighs, his muscles flexing as he hammers the buffer into the side of the shoe, clenching his jaw with the effort– her mind is just a swirling mess of lewd thoughts and ideas. She breathes in a lungful of air and exhales a little louder than intended, causing him to halt his movements, peering up at her through his lashes.

 Fuck me, she thinks. Figuratively, not literally…

 Joel tilts his head, his lips moving to ask if she’s okay, his voice low but thick. 

 …Well… she curses herself mentally. …so much for keeping her attraction at bay. 

 “Yeah. Fine,” she quips, though she’s sure she doesn’t sound too convincing. “Just… getting a better look.”

 Joel blinks but must not think too much of it, because he goes right back to work, explaining things as he goes along. Finally, he nails the new shoe onto Ivory’s hoof and he releases her foot from between his legs, holding the buffer and hammer towards her.

 “Here,” he says. “Have a go at it.”

 She blinks between his face and his hand for a second, rising as she reaches for the tools, their fingers brushing for the briefest of moments but still, it’s long enough for her to feel something– call it heat or electricity– surge through her. Whatever it may be, she shivers in its wake and there’s a warm, fluttery feeling in her chest that she has to swallow a lump of saliva at in order to quell the erratic beating of her heart. 

 She moves past Joel and he guides one of Ivory’s hooves between her thighs, instructing her to squeeze them together and with every fiber of her being, she tries to set her mind away from the fact that his hands are practically in between her legs. There’s a kindling deep in her belly, blazing down the frayed ropes of her desire all the way to her core and she sucks air between her teeth as she works at hammering the buffer against the side of Ivory’s shoe, hoping, praying Joel doesn’t notice how much he affects her.

NEXT CHAPTER

a/n: SOOOOO SORRY THIS IS BEING POSTED LATE! Between finals and my birthday and work, I’ve been stretched thin lately. Thankfully I’m finally getting so time opened up, so I’ll try and make sure this won’t happen again! Nevertheless, I hope you all enjoyed! The next chapter is probably my favorite I’ve written for this series so far 🤭 I also will begin posting this fic on ao3 soon!

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Winter bucket list ❄️

Making a cute chocolate station. Look for inspo on Pinterest.

Try new coffee recipes. Like adding cinnamon or syrups.

Plan your holiday outfits. Plan ahead to reduce stress! :)

Go ice skating. Maybe go with some friends!

Bake some Christmas cookies. Come up with cute designs to decorate them! <3

Decorate your room. I'm going for a Pink, White, and Gold theme again.

Get a cute winter manicure. Maybe some snowflakes and glitter!

Buy a Christmas-scented candle. My favourites are Yankees!

Spend an evening reading poetry books. Cuddled up in a fluffy blanket in front of the fireplace...

Make a snow angel. And take a picture of it!

None stop listening to Christmas music. I do it every year...

Write letters to your loved ones. Maybe to your friends who live far away! <3

Go see the Nutcracker. One of my winter traditions! :)

Host a Hot Chocolate get-together. You can also play some card or board games. <3

Have a  Christmas movie marathon. No explanation needed. Essential.

Donate clothes, toys, and money to charity.

Visit a Christmas market. I love Christmas markets <3

Go gift shopping. Start early, so you don't get stressed.

Do some volunteer work. Maybe at a shelter! :)

Go for long walks in the snow. Cuddled up in a warm, large scarf...

Try knitting a chunky sweater. Take the challenge, haha.

Take a candlelight bubble bath. You can also read a book to relax even further.

Buy some adorable earmuffs. Totally in and super cute!

Practice making pretty and fancy bows. I see gift wrapping as competition; fancy bows Always get bonus points!

Host a gingerbread house competition. Fun and also a bit messy, haha.

Review your 2024 goals and make a 2025 vision board.

I hope everyone has been feeling well, and I wish all of you a beautiful Christmas time! Spread some love and positivity <33

As always, Please feel free to add more suggestions in the comments!

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Hi!:) could I please request yandere Gojo with the prompt "you drive me fucking crazy!"?

I hope you have a good day/night<3

A/N: This took a hella long time so I’m sorry about that ❤️. I hope u like it regardless. I didn’t put nsfw cuz I wasn’t sure if u wanted it, so sorry if u did. When I was writing, I legit almost forgot to add the prompt and I was already 2000 words deep. I got it in regardless tho. This felt so weird making a story and not adding the smut tag. LOL this isn't proofread but I will get to it very soon, I just wanted to get this out. Nevertheless, my requests are still open!

Always another way

Warnings: Delusional Gojo, financially dependent reader, breaking & entering (is it really if it’s his apartment?), misogyny (if u really squint tho), blood, LMK if i missed anything.

When you wanted something, Gojo always got it for you, regardless of what it was or the price. 

A new phone? Done. 

Want a vacation? Planned and booked. 

Need your bills paid? He’ll settle everything with the creditors. 

Need space from him because he was acting unreasonably? 

That was something he could only try to do.

It wasn’t Gojo’s fault your coworker was flirting with you, and he happened to see it! It doesn’t matter that he’s gay and acts that way with everyone! You’re Gojo Satoru’s girlfriend— and future wife— so when someone acted inappropriately with you, as the man, Gojo had to step up. 

So what, the guy doesn't talk to you anymore?  it’s not like you actually care about him! 

Wait, you care? He was your friend? 

As if! Gojo was doing what’s right for your future together. 

Huh? You want Gojo to give you back the key to your– his apartment? The one that he”s been paying for? The same one that cost him extra since you wanted a newest home on the bottom floor? 

Fine, maybe some space will do you two good anyways, as they say, “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” 

Gojo did try to give you space, only rewatching your instagram stories twice. Texting you once every few hours, things of that nature. 

But now you’re not returning his calls or texts at all! And Gojo, being the good boyfriend he is, has come to visit you. 

~

Without a key, Gojo would have to actually knock on your door as opposed to barging in, as he had become accustomed too. A wandering feeling of regret at not making a secret copy of it for emergencies, such as the present, traveled through him.

Gojo bitterly shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he waited for you to come to the door. The night chill had already begun to send goosebumps up and down his arms while simultaneously working its way down his spine. 

Maybe you didn’t hear him knock the first time? Just as Gojo had braced his hand to pound a little, ok a lot harder, on the aluminum, you sounded from the other side. 

“Who is it?” His fist, and shoulders dropped as he let out a breath, you sounded the same way you did a few days ago. Gojo burrowed his hands deep into his pockets as he thought of what to say. 

Obviously, he’d announce himself but he needed something more. Something to make you open up and allow him inside. 

“It’s me,” Why would Gojo actually say his name? You’d recognize his voice without any further explanation. In fact, you might just joyfully swing the door and fly into his arms. 

And Gojo was right, you had heard his voice and knew who stood before you. But what he had miscalculated was your reaction to his presence. Your hand, that had once rested on the doorknob to unlock it, retracted and found its way back to your side to clench your pajama pants. You took your time to glance at the clock in your living room before responding. 

“It’s 11 at night Gojo, what do you want?” 

You heard a faint chuckle from the opposite side of the door, or you think you did, believing Gojo was crazy enough to laugh at you, wasn’t on your bucket list. Your eyes dragged back to the comfy couch you had just been pulled from. 

“I’m here to check on you. You stopped returning my texts.” 

What? You looked back to the door. He couldn’t actually be serious! 

“I stopped replying because how many more ways can I answer ‘how are you?’ in a single day?” 

You didn’t intend on saying anymore, but with Gojo’s silence you felt urged to continue, “we’re on a break anyway.” 

Another pregnant pause followed. 

“A break?” Gojo’s voice was lower now, almost, almost, almost threatening, “I thought you wanted space?” 

“A break, space, same thing.” You felt compelled to step away from the door now but your feet kept you rooted to the spot, as you anxiously awaited his next move. 

A sudden drumming on the large panel window next to your front window made your heart hammer harder in your chest. 

“Really? I never knew that, if that’s the case then why did you want a break?” 

Eyes still trained on the window, your knees buckled slightly, your body was demanding sleep from you and you wanted to give in, even if you slumped against the wooden floor beneath you. 

“Is this what you came to talk about? I’m too tired for this,” we also talked about it already, almost slipped from your mouth but you gratefully bit your tongue in enough time. You wanted Gojo to leave, you didn’t want to piss him off. 

In your half awake state, your eyes drifted to the floor and you didn’t hear the window creak as Gojo tried to open it. 

Good thing you always locked your windows, Gojo mentally commended you as his knuckles beat on the window instead. 

At the louder sound, your eyes narrowed to focus on the window again, you could see the outline of Gojo’s lanky body on the other side of the window, you doubted he could see yours because of how dark your apartment was. Nonetheless, you suppressed a shudder when you remember his all seeing eyes. 

“I’m tired too, can you let me in so I can sleep on the couch? It’s been a long day.” Gojo’s voice was his usual, pouty tone as he asked. He was your ex, not an ax murder, and you knew of Gojo’s rigorous schedule, a thread of empathy in your heart pushed you to allow him in. 

With amazing body to eye coordination, you managed to make it to the door, and as your hand toyed with the lock, you unconsciously looked at Gojo again. You saw the motion of his hand still hitting the window—even though he definitely heard you move towards the door—, you saw the tips of his hair sway with the breeze, your eyes trailed a bit further down and could make out the face splitting grin on his held. 

Your body, physically recoiled from the door, your feet caught on each other and landed you in a heap on the floor. 

You’d seen that smile before, when you would, as you always did, apologize first after an argument. Gojo’s body language would be inviting but his expression always made you feel like he won, and worst of all, that he knew it. 

From outside your apartment, Gojo called your name, the air of calm he once retained now gone, replaced by dramatic panic. 

“I just— I just fell,” deciding to stand again was one thing,  but figuring out how to get rid of Gojo was another, “I think it’s best if you leave.” 

Truth be told, you weren’t one to beat around the bush. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The deafening sound of the doorknob rattling for a split second, rang out in your ears, after a pause, so still you could make out the TV noises from your bedroom, it began to shake violently, “let me in and I’ll help you, okay?” 

“No, I’m okay, please, leave,” a pathetic nut lodged itself in your throat, you had hoped you would have to stoop so low as to beg. And to actually do so, left your stomach with a churning feeling.

“Let me see your fine and I’ll leave,” Gojo’s voice was mocking, and while the shaking slowed, it didn’t stop. 

“Believe me, I’m okay!” 

“No I don’t think I will,” the jangling handle stopped for a minute as Gojo seemed to mull over something. 

Maybe he’d leave! 

And you were right! 

“Is there someone else in there?” Spiky white hair came into view from the window again,  before the rest of his head followed. It wouldn’t have been unnerving, it really wouldn’t have been, if the movement was followed by his body but it wasn’t. Just his head, and some of his neck, was visible. 

Now you seriously entertained the idea of him being able to see you. 

“No, just me here.” 

You physically reacted, a light thud rang out in the apartment as your palm connected with your forehead, probably not the best idea to tell your psycho ex you were home alone. You’d seen one to many horror films, to know this is how they usually went; hook, line, and sinker. 

A simple hum was all Gojo graced you with before he turned on his heel and walked off. 

His figure trailed off, down the stairs of your complex, and presumably to whoever drove him here (let’s be real, it’s Ijichi). Your legs buckled, then altogether collasaped from underneath you. The heavy tenison in your stomach must have been pressing down on your bladder as it began to scream for relief. 

You almost, almost, wet yourself then and there. When your arms shook as you tried to stand, you nearly gave up and let your body fully relax, on the floor, the cool tile soothing, the heated ache in your head. But you couldn’t, the only thing you could do was use the restroom then go to bed and sleep the night away.

The walk to bathroom was long, longer than normal. Your legs moved sluggishly over to the room, before you practically fell onto the toilet. Hunching over, you cradled your head in your hands, the steady sound your pee kept you lucid while you rested. 

Time seemed to slow while you relieved yourself. The moment was all the serenity you needed to feel safe again. 

Your peace was shattered when you were jotled up from the toilet. You hurriedly finished using it as you heard glass crashing into onto your living room floor, the same place you had just been. 

This time around, your walk was faster, as if your limbs were switched on from adrenaline. You stumbled to avoid the sharp shards when you entered the room. Almost losing your footing again, you physically recoiled as you saw white hair illuminated by the complex lights. It took mere seconds to put together a full picture of what had transpired. 

The window that Gojo had at one time stood behind was now broken, with pieces scattered on the floor and some larger chunks still embedded in the panel. The TV sounds long since drowned out by Gojo’s heavy breathing as he climbed into the window. 

He braced his hands between the serrated glass that remained on the ledge and heaved his way through, one leg at a time. Some fragments cut the fabric on Gojo’s arms, one particularly large chunk, cut his skin. Whether he felt the gash or not, blood trickled down his arm and onto the floor. 

Once Gojo was fully through, you were finally able to see him, the moment was still while you sized each other up. His eyes were still hidden but the rest of his face was just as unsettling. The lopsided smirk that played at his lips would have be comforting under any other circumstance. Truly. 

If you’d seen him tomorrow with the same knowing grin, you might have felt secure. But that wasn’t this, and this was now, and in this second, the smile was disturbing. 

How could he even smile right now? You wanted so badly to wipe the belittling look off his face with a nice, firm slap. Because you and he both knew, he wasn’t smiling because he was happy, Gojo was smiling because he’d gotten what he wanted; entry into your house. 

The silence was once again broken by something clattering to the floor, right out of Gojo’s hand. You would have laughed if the item had been anymore ironic, a large rock fell next to his feet, and into the steadily growing pool of his blood. 

How cliche. Maybe the movies were so repetitive because the perpetrators never did anything new. 

You hadn’t anymore time to dwell on how the much the dramatic flare fit Gojo when he uttered your name, low and dangerous. Even though you expected the tone, it still found a way to shudder down your body, too sudden and forceful to supress it. 

Gojo didn’t wait. He stepped to you, and reflexively, you stepped back. 

A faint giggle escaped his lips before he moved again, he treated it like a game. Each step you both took, his grin grew more playful, wider, meaner. 

It stretched across his face at a frightening rate. 

It was almost handsome how the sharp part of his teeth peaked through his lips. 

Almost. 

In the reality you lived in, it reminded you of your situation. He was the predator and you the prey. 

Before you knew it, your knees buckled against the armrests for the couch. The shock of it made you fall back and onto the settee as a little squeak tumbled from your lips. 

Just as you had braced your arms to stand up, Gojo pounced on you. His face sat so close yours his nose was mere centimeters away from touched yours. 

How bearable the moment could’ve be if his whole body weight was crushing you. When you moved to kick Gojo, you realized his own legs had landed inside yours. 

You both must have noticed at the same time because he laughed, really laughed, at your predicament. Gojo took his time, lowering his full body weight onto you as a means to hold you down. HIs arms slithered under your midsection to wrap around your waist, his hold pressed you against him further. 

“I’ve been wanting to hold you again,” his chest was hot against yours, his breaths still shallow but it was definitely deeper then before. It wasn’t comforting, it wasn’t sweet or tender how it has once been. It certainly wasn’t romantic how his blood splattered across your face while he brushed your hair from your face. 

“You’re crying?” It wasn’t a question as much as it was a statement. You knew, Gojo knew you were crying, because had collected a stray tear from your waterbed with his thumb and placed the salty liquid into his mouth. 

“You’re fucking insane.” 

Gojo lifted his upper body of yours and adjusted you both to were he now sat with your legs underneath his, “I’m insane, really?” 

His head reared back as he released a roaring laugh. During his momentarily lapse, your realized your arms were no longer trapped below his. With the movements of a wild animal, you lunged at him. Fists ready to unleash your bent of fury, but he caught you. His bigger hands grabbed your wrists with force, care enough not to bruise, but hard enough to send a message. 

The warning was clear, you couldn’t fight it, all attempts would be thwarted with an equal amount of power. Even using your full strength to struggle out of his grasp didn’t yield any results. Gojo at lower effort was you at your full capacity. 

“I’m fucking insane, right?” Being unable to see his eyes was almost just as bad as being able to see them. At least you could try to look into his blue iries and try to remember the Gojo you once knew. But the harsher blue, almost black, fabric you were met with, was not as comforting. Not as human. Not as tolerable. It truly was nothing. 

Gojo shifted to hold both of your wrist in one hand, as you forced your upperbody back down to meet the couch once more. The more you squirmed, the harder his grip became, a sign of his wearing patience. 

“You drive me fucking crazy.” Once you were plush with the couch Gojo squeezed your wrists especially tight, before letting go. Another warning. 

Like you were a child, like he had just scolded you, like you were his student. 

“This is all your fault,” Fear traveling down your cheeks in the form of tears, mixing with his own blood to leave pink streaks across your face. 

The room felt suffocating both physically and emotionally. It was all too much. His breathe on your face, the metallic scent of his blood hanging in the air, the TV still going in your bedroom. 

Gojo’s next actions were deliberate. Faux positive radiated from him staticky waves which were almost hard to resist. He leaned down a bit further, his hair brushing against your nose while he whispered to you. 

“But it’s fine,” Gojo’s tone was sickly sweet now, the drastic shift in his tone made you freeze. Any thoughts of fighting back were taken from your head and stomped on, “you won’t be able to make a mistake like this again.” 

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

Hello!!

Could we get some wholesome headcanons of domestic life with Derek and/or spoiling him, because this man deserves the whole world!! Thank you for opening your requests!! :))

Oh absolutely, this king deserves it!

Life with Derek is, unsurprisingly, something very light and fulfilling

Affection rolls off of Derek as easy as breathing. After so long of practically punishing himself for not being perfect, Derek doesn't suppress those feelings or desires anymore

If he wants to say it, he says it. If he wants to feel it, he feels it. Derek has plenty of regrets but being with you isn't one of them

If you enjoy sweets, Derek likes to the eat your favorite candies so he tastes like them when you kiss

As someone who likes to look out for everyone else, it's easy for Derek to forget to look out for himself. So you do it for him. If he's about to take too much onto his plate, you gently nudge him that's okay to share the load or tell someone their request isn't something he can do right now

Every other week the two of you remember you're adults that can do whatever you want now, no restraints and no parents telling you what to do. Whenever that happens, you add something to your list of 'Things we couldn't do as kids that we'll do now as adults'

So far you've gotten a pet, went to a bakery to buy a cake for no special occasion and you've woken up unable to sleep at 2am and decided to cook a whole feast for no reason since neither of you had work that day

When it comes to your pet, you have to begrudgingly admit your baby likes Derek a little bit more than you. Not by much, of course. Derek can't help teasing you when it comes to that: "she loves you, just not as much as she loves me."

Every other Sunday, you have some sort of family hangout with his family. Sometimes it's brunch other times it is lunch or dinner and whipping out some consoles and playing video games

Every summer it's tradition to visit the boardwalk you went to as young teens sans your families. A day just for the two of you, no responsibilities or any other people to look after. You get your face painted, indulge in funnel cakes and then top the night off with the ferris wheel

As if calling back to your summer lemonade excursion, one winter the two of you get the bright idea to make your own mulled wine during a trip to the grocery store. Now it's a winter tradition and each year you change the recipe little by little until it is perfect

While there's nothing wrong with dinner or a movie, the two of you like having experiential dates when possible. Going to a cooking class, giving horseback riding a try, things of that nature. It's nice having a story to tell afterwards

One Halloween, you both went as each other. Derek as you, you as Derek. It got quite a bit of laughs out of your family and friends

One sleepy spring evening, Derek tiredly confesses he fell in love with you pretty much at first sight and he's really happy you return his feelings even after he almost shot himself in the foot with his high standards for himself

One cheesy romantic couple activity you want to knock off your bucket list is being on a kiss cam during a sports game. You actually manage to do it to... it just took Derek a second to notice you were on camera

[dwntwn-strnlo]

HELIX matt sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. this request is from july HELP

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. matthew sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. piercing date 🤭

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes! . . . reader is best friends with the triplets (and has a soft spot for Matt), they are recording a video and then they talk about things they wanna do, like visiting a certain country, just some rambles. Reader then talks about how she always wanted to get a piercing but is afraid about it and never had the courage to do it. So the next day Matt takes her on a surprise date to a piercing studio where she gets it done. Just some fluffy stuff where he holds her hand and tries to encourage her to do what she always wanted to do. ( @hedgehogperalta )

"okay, okay, here's one." you say, finding a good question. "'what's on the top of your bucket list?'"

"scuba diving for sure," nick answers almost immediately. then trailing on while chris counters with his bucket list.

after the two of them finish, matt turns around in his seat, meeting your eyes. "what about you, y/n?" he smiles lightly, visibly interested in what you would like to do.

"oh," you huff, scanning your brain. you were so invested in nick and chris' rebuttal that you didnt think of your answer. "ive always wanted to get a tattoo or a piercing, but ive always been too scared to do it."

"ooh ive always wanted a helix," nick adds.

matt smiles, "y/n you would look really cool with a helix."

you return the smile, a light blush creeping on your cheeks. "would I really?"

"or just a straight up nose ring," chris encourages.

"right," nick laughs, "you need to go get a piercing for sure."

you smile. ego definitely boosted from all of this encouragement.

. . .

"can i-"

"no." matt huffs, cutting you off. you've asked him the same question over and over, 'where are we going?' 'can I know what we're doing?' and so on.

"well are we at least close?" you ask, looking out the window beside you. watching as the buildings and cars flash past.

matt hesitates, taking a left turn, "just like four more minutes."

you turn to the radio, turning the music down. trying to figure out why in the world matt randomly texted you that he has a surprise for you. but nothing crosses your mind.

"and. . . here we are!" matt says, lightly biting his lip in excitement.

you look out the windshield to find yourself parked in front of a piercing studio.

"matt, holy shit-"

"you were talking about how you wanted a piercing last night and so I figured might as well." he smiles at you, pulling the keys out of the ignition.

suddenly you felt small. nervous butterflies erupting in your stomach. "I dont know if I can do this, matt." you awkwardly chuckle.

"sure you can," he assures, leaning over to meet your eyes. "this is wear nick gets his piercings, it's safe, and they're all kind. I promise."

you look at him with an untrusting look in your eye. still not sure about going through with this.

matt reaches out and grabs your hand, "I can hold your hand while they do it." he says, knitting his brows with an assuring smile.

looking down to you hand intertwined with his, your breath hitches. "well- I can't aff-"

"my treat." he rubs his thumb against the back of your hand, "i wouldn't have drove you all the way out here just to make you pay."

"matt-"

"y/n." he giggles. "quit stalling, kid."

releasing a shaky breath, you nod. "okay." you mumble, nodding your head again before getting out of the van.

matt gets out and meets you at the door. then asking if your ready and opening the door. he lets you walk in first, and then following you in. "appointment for sturniolo." he says, walking up to the front desk.

the lady at the front nods, leading the two of you to a room. "which one of you is it today?" she asks, pulling two gloves on over her hands.

matt gestures to you before sitting down in the chair next to you, "she is."

"awesome," the lady smiles. "you can sit here. and what are you getting?"

"oh- uhm a helix?" you say.

she nods before spinning slightly in her chair to set everything up.

you meet matt's eyes, your face clearly washed with panic.

"you're alright," he whispers soothingly. he picks up your hand you holds it in both of his. gently rubbing your knuckles. "you'll be fine and you'll come out of it looking badass." he laughs lightly.

amusedly rolling your eyes, you smile, "sure."

"okay, you ready?" the lady asks, turning around with her things.

you look at matt and he smiles, silently assuring you again. "yeah, I am." you nervously laugh, squeezing matt's hand tightly.

shutting your eyes, you try focusing on the unintentional rhythm of the way matts thumb slides across your skin. doing your best to completely ignore the quick sting in your ear.

"all done." the lady says.

you open your eyes, looking around confused. "I didn't even notice."

matt smiles, "see, I told you it would be okay."

"thank you, matt."

"of course," he says, his cheeks going a light pink at your praise.

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[lost-boy-into-the-upper-heavenly]

Another trip for my bucket list! It’s right up my alley! 🖤👻

Another great Fall/Halloween destination to add to your bucket list! 🎃🍁🍂

Halloween activities to do in Sleepy Hollow, NY:

🎃Visit the Headless Horseman Bridge: Experience the thrill of standing on the iconic bridge where the Headless Horseman is said to appear, a must-see for fans of the legend.

🎃Tour Sleepy Hollow Cemetery: Take a guided tour of this historic cemetery, where you’ll find the graves of famous figures like Washington Irving and eerie tales around every corner.

🎃Attend the Great Jack O’Lantern Blaze: Walk through a mesmerizing display of thousands of intricately carved pumpkins illuminated against the night sky.

🎃Explore Philipsburg Manor: Step back in time at this historic site, transformed into a haunted attraction with live performances and ghostly encounters.

🎃Watch “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”: Enjoy a live performance of Washington Irving’s classic tale, complete with spooky effects and atmospheric storytelling.

📍Sleepy Hollow, NY

[sweetbbybun]

Do you have a summer bucket list?

sort of :o

-pay off my credit card

-visit the beach

-hang out with my sister

anything i should add? 🤭

[great-and-small]

Hi! Long time follower and saw your post about Florida animals and I was actually there in the middle of February! It was amazing and I actually saw a bunch of animals that you don’t see here in California! We even went to a state park called Homosassa Springs. 10/10 would recommend going to Florida to just see animals.

I’m so excited you were able to come visit Florida! I myself am dying to make a trip to California to see redwoods and go looking for a chance to see the California Condor. Y’all have some truly spectacular flora and fauna out west 🤩

You were in Homosassa Springs in peak manatee season so I really hope you got a chance to see our charming state mammal (marine). If you missed them, you’ll just have to add that to the bucket list next time you’re back!

Thank you for appreciating our awesome critters <3

[sea-owl]

What about an au that in it Anthony, Benedict, and Colin recruit their future sister in-laws.

Like the guys are trying to court the loves of their lives but Kate, Sophie, and Penelope are all oblvious and or in denial. So an inside man or rather woman is needed.

Enter Edwina, Posy, and Felicity, their loves' beloved younger sisters.

Anthony got lucky with asking for Edwina's help. One of the few things Edwina wanted the most was to see her sister happily married as well. Kate acted more like a chaperone than a woman looking for marriage herself, which was a shame in Edwina's eyes since she knew Kate was a secret romantic. So when Viscount Bridgerton came to her not as a suitor but as a potential brother-in-law, Edwina was delighted to jump on the chance.

Benedict got Posy's help by complete accident. In this AU, Earl Penwood hadn't kicked the bucket but still only claimes Sophie as his ward. It's an open secret one look at Sophie, and they know she's his illegitimate daughter. But it's not acknowledged, so no one says anything. Sophie does not care for London and is happier when they are in the countryside. She does not want a husband who takes mistresses like her father did and potentially brings more children in the world like her. Nor does she plan to risk any illegitimate children herself. She's decided spinsterhood is best for her and is just waiting it out. Of course, Benedict fell in love with her at first sight. Unfortunately for him, due to her experiences, Sophie is weary of any promises or pretty words a man says. Posy just happened to see Benedict have a woe is me moment in the garden during a ball after Sophie had yet again managed to evade him. Her thought was that this man was pathetic, but then the inner romantic side of Posy thought it was kinda sweet this Bridgerton still held a soft spot for her favorite sister. Posy asked Benedict ofnhe owned any property in the country. Benedict tells her yes and a little bit about My Cottage. Posy then says she'll help Benedict wins her sister's hand so long as she gets to visit. Benedict agrees, enthusiastically shaking Posy's hand.

Now, to be fair to Colin, he was probably on the right track using bribes to get Felicity to help him. Felicity is Hyacinth's bestie, and everyone knows if you want Hyacinth to do something, you gotta bribe her. The downside is that Felicity is Hyacinth's bestie, so she knows how to negotiate a bribe, and the hand of Felicity's favorite sister, plus the add on feature of distracting Eloise to give Colin time with just Penelope, is a high price. Colin's pockets were lighter than when he entered that day, but now he has a partner in crime and a list of gifts he and Felicity compiled together to start his courtship with Penelope.

[witchyfashion]

You can go to hell and back with the help of this one-of-a-kind illustrated travel guide to real-life underworld destinations around the globe. Full of intrigue, lore, and plenty of brimstone and fire, each of the 54 destinations—from Antarctica's Blood Falls to a tropical hell on Grand Cayman island—will be worth adding to your devilish bucket list.

The world over, humans have been fascinated by hell in some form or another for thousands of years and across cultures. Now, with this illustrated collection, you can add hell to your travel bucket list with more than 50 one-of-a-kind underworld destinations, from ghost towns where Halloween is always in season, to ancient caves long viewed as entrances to Hades, to volcanoes that brim with fire and legend.

Don’t be scared: along with the fascinating history of each location, star author Erika Engelhaupt also offers practical tips to make the most of your visit to the underbelly of the world. These hellish destinations include:

Ireland's “Hell Caves,” where Halloween was born

The Gates of Hell crater in Turkmenistan, burning for more than 50 years

Hell, Michigan, where you can serve as the mayor of Hell for a day

Turkey's Pluto’s Gate, an ancient Greco-Roman temple guarding a toxic cave

China's Fengdu City of Ghosts, where tourists pre-game the afterlife in a town devoted to the underworld

The Maya Cenotes throughout the Yucatan Peninsula, long considered portals to hell

And so many more!

Ever wish you could send a postcard from hell? Now you can.

buy here

[deepestdelulu]

Autumn bucket list

Go apple picking. I've been obsessed with Apples lately.

Thrift some cute and cosy sweaters. Those cute 'grandpa sweaters' you know? :)

Make a Pumpkin or Apple pie. Yummy.

Have a hot chocolate date with friends. S'morse seem fun too, but I've never tried them!

Watch scary movies. I kinda hate scary movies ngl, haha.

Carve cute pumpkins. Don't hurt yourself tho.

Buy an Autumn scented candle. I love the Yankee ones

Change Phone/IPad theme. It's so much work but ill be worth it.

Get dark red nails. Autumn classic, am I right?

Go for a walk at night. spookyyy...

Jump in a pile of leaves. Unless you live in a rainy area like me, lol.

Eat Pumpkin soup. My fav for cold weather.

Bake cinnamon rolls from scratch. Tried and failed, will try again tho!

Visit a farmers market. You can take some cute pics there too!

Host a family game night. Unless your family sucks. You can also do this with friends <3

Learn how to knit/crochet. I crochet my dog a sweater, and she hates it :(

Buy some new books. I just bought 'The Secret History'!

Make your room cosy. Fairy lights, blankets, candles...

Buy some cute loungewear. Any brand recommendations??

Visit a corn maze. Try not to get lost.

Make an autumn playlist. Feel free to share the link in the comments! <3

Harry Potter marathon. Another classic.

Buy a new and warm hat. I want a fluffy one.

Change social media layout.

Read and annotate a book. Or more than one depending on how cool you are, lol.

Visit a pumpkin patch. aaaanother classic haha.

Lots of cosy coffee dates. I've never had a pumpkin spice latte.

Visit the countryside. I'm revisiting Norways soon (Oslo and the countryside), and I'm so excited!!

Please feel free to add more suggestions in the comments! <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩