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★⸝⸝ [ VelvetVue ] Kokoro Eyes :: Fatpack ★⸝⸝ [ VelvetVue ] Cupcake Lipstick :: Fatpack

ღ Wearing the super cute Kokoro Eyes by VelvetVue and totally in love! This dreamy eye set includes 16 stunning colors to match every mood, plus 3 different sclera options so you can customize your look just the way you like it. Soft, vibrant, and full of charm!

Also by VelvetVue, I’m wearing the gorgeous Cupcake Lipstick—and it’s seriously the cutest ever! This sweet and glossy lipstick comes in 2 lovely packs, each with 24 adorable shades, perfect for soft glam or bold kawaii vibes. Compatible with Lelutka EvoX, it’s a must-have for your makeup collection!

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★⸝⸝ -KYA store- Hime Bow Dress ★⸝⸝ panDEMONium ink // doll garter tattoos ★⸝⸝ [:: MS ::] Voxel Gecko

ღ My magical outfit is the absolutely Hime Bow Dress by KYA Store, straight out of a fairytale! This dreamy dress is rigged for Legacy and Reborn, and comes with separate armcuffs and dress pieces in a variety of pretty colors. Each piece includes a HUD to customize the bows, letting you mix and match for that perfect princess-core look.

I'm also wearing the charming Doll Garter Tattoo by PanDEMONium, and it's pure magical girl perfection. This adorable tattoo features a whimsical design that looks like it came straight out of an anime dream. It comes in separate left and right BOM layers, giving you flexibility, and is available in two lovely tones, pink and a carved pink version for a more detailed look.

The cute little friend on my head is the adorable Voxel Gecko by Moonlight Shadow. This pixel-perfect companion adds a playful and quirky touch to any outfit. It comes in tons of different colors, so you can always find the perfect one to match your vibe or mood.

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★⸝⸝ [^.^Ayashi^.^] Katari hair-Full Pack @ᴋɪɴᴋʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ

ღ My gorgeous magical hair is the stunning Katari by Ayashi. This dreamy style features pigtails adorned with adorable bows and a charming hairpin that adds the perfect magical touch. It includes multiple style options so you can switch up your look, plus two color HUDs packed with beautiful tones to match any aesthetic.

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★⸝⸝ Lyrium. Pipa Animation Set @ᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴀʟ10

ღ My perfect pose is part of the new Pipa Set by Lyrium! This pack includes 4 cool and natural poses, perfect for adding some chill vibes to your shots. Each pose comes in static, breathing, and animated versions, giving you all the flexibility to create the look you want.

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Thoughts on bi4bi zutara? My personal favorite headcanon for them is that they both dated jet in every au its SOO funny

Oh! I love ZK having Jet as a mutual ex! It's always such a fun concept to see in fics. So terribly funny indeed!

ZK is my endgame OTP. Beyond Mutual Ex Jet, I can also see him having a huge crush on both Zuko and Katara at the same time. As a matter of fact, this is precisely what happens in my Lee & Kya AU—Jet has a massive crush on the couple.

...and he's also a terrible flirt.

[karda]

men in black 4 looks different

[gooddogbestfriend]

15 Days of FatT: Day Four, Integrity

"But Integrity demands intimacy. It digs into the flesh of the willing, all metal and promises and penetralia, desperate to create an unbreakable unity."

The morality and blood and bone of Integrity, wrapped in the curling horns of a farming robot.

Woolof various breeds and seed beads. Beaded bullion loop spiral yarn.

[hindishakti]

Google Play Store Se Paise Kaise Kamaye 2023: जबरजस्‍त 5 तरीके

नमस्‍कार मित्रों आपका स्‍वागत हैं हमारे नये आर्टिकल में आप लोग एंड्राइड मोबाइल फोन का यूज तो करते हैं तो गूगल प्‍ले स्‍टोर के बारे में जानते ही होंगे। हम गूगल प्‍ले स्‍टोर से अपने कोई भी ऐप या गेम को डाउनलोड आसानी से कर सकते हैं। आपको पता है कि आप घर में बैठ कर ही आसानी से गूगल प्‍ले स्‍टोर की मदद से अच्‍छी कमाई कर सकते हैं। आज हम आपको बताएंगे कि गूगल प्‍ले स्‍टोर क्‍या है, Google Play Store Se…

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POLYGLOT SEVIKA IS SO REAL TO ME

do u ever think she'll say idioms from another language that doesnt really work in english? like imagine overhearing her say "he's fart" when in her head she knows she's calling someone really drunk but the saying really only works in spanish, y'know?

this actually made me laugh out loud lmfaooo

men and minors dni

sevika grew up in a multi-lingual house. her mother spoke spanish, her father spoke hindi, and to one another they spoke in english.

by the time she was entering school, she was fluent in three languages. her little brain was so flexible and she loved learning so much that she took to new languages like a fish takes to water.

she excelled in her mandarin classes; while most students were struggling with the pinyin system, she was flying through the textbook and studying hanzi in her free time.

the little boy next door to her growing up spoke arabic with his family, and she picked up on the language with ease after years of playdates and shared dinners. that combined with her hindi meant that when an urdu speaking student joined her class in the third grade, she was able to act as a translator for them.

in high school she gets a job at a little mom and pop shop. the old couple who own it speak russian to each other, constantly yelling across the tiny store at one another. three months into the job, sevika finds herself cursing people out with slavic curses she didn't even know she knew.

so sevika grew up speaking a lot of languages. and she learned most of them through practical, every day use; not through textbooks and school. she's got a lot of sayings buried deep in her mind that she doesn't even remember learning, and sometimes, they don't always come out in the right language.

"aunt sev, did'ya know that i can do ten cartwheels in a row?" jinx asks as she hauls herself into sevika's lap.

sevika lets out a long sigh as she pushes her reading glasses into her hair and closes her book, turning her attention to her god-daughter. "wow." she mumbles tiredly. you chuckle from your chair.

"uh-huh! and i can do six back flips."

sevika snorts. "sure you can, kid."

"and i can dunk a basketball!"

sevika laughs. "okay, now you're hanging noodles on my ear." she says.

you snort from your spot. "she's doing what?" you ask.

sevika giggles. "shit, that's supposed to be in russian. veshat lapshu na ushi. y'know, like, uh... you're trying to trick me."

you giggle. "hanging noodles on your ear, huh?"

her little slip ups happen more frequently when she's tired.

"how was your day, sevi-bear?" you ask as you crawl into bed beside your girlfriend.

"ah. onions and honey, y'know." she mumbles.

you freeze, racking your brain to figure out what the hell she's talking about. you can't manage. "what?" you ask.

sevika blinks at you. "one day honey, one day onions, y'know?"

"so... you were having weird cravings?"

sevika laughs. "no, no, shit, i used the wrong language again."

you giggle. "what's it supposed to sound like?" you ask. you adore the sound of sevika's voice, regardless of if you can understand her or not.

"yom asal, wa yom basal. 's arabic." she whispers. you smile.

"your voice is like honey." you say. she snorts and leans forward to kiss you.

her mix-ups also happen when she's flustered.

"d-do you like it?" you whisper shyly.

sevika blinks at you, her eyes wide as she takes in your appearance. you've decided to surprise her tonight, buying a special set of sexy undies just for her.

"holy shit. you're beautiful." she whispers. you giggle.

"i read online that this color clashes with my skintone--"

"what do monkeys know of the taste of ginger, my love? you're gorgeous."

you burst into giggles. "sev-- what?!" you cackle.

she giggles and shakes her head. "bandar kya jaane adrak da swaad, fuck what those internet losers say, baby."

you're cut off from asking more questions by sevika's lips crushed against yours.

your favorite of all her slip ups happened when she was drunk.

you woke up to a thump in your home.

"sev?" you call. you can hear her giggling from the living room. you crawl out of bed and into the living room, laughing when you find your girl toppled over and struggling with her boots. "how was poker night?" you laugh as you bend over to help untie her shoes for her. sevika grins at you, wiggling to try to pull you onto the floor with her.

"baby. 'm so fart right now."

you blink, then sniff the air. "i don't smell anything, baby. you need me to help you to the toilet?" you ask.

sevika laughs. "no, no, baby. i'm fart! farted! whatever."

you shake your head in confusion, and then it hits you. "sevika, estas pedo!?" you ask with a laugh.

sevika grins and nods up at you. "yes! 'm fuckin' wasted! y'r so beautiful, i love y' s'much."

you giggle and haul your wife to her feet, gently guiding her toward your room. "i'll set a barf bucket and some painkillers out for you, okay?"

"mmm. wǒ ài nǐ." she mumbles into her pillow.

you giggle and kiss her forehead. "i love you too, you fart."

kofi

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Rituals to be a desi it girl

Before guidelines to this you're desi Matlab you're already an it girl .

Wear your mom's saree once a week and do a photoshoot yourself edit and think you're a Rajkumari cause you are .

Ysl , dior kya Hota hai attar ka naam suna hain? Get your hands on good quality attar .

Coconut oil is strong in cases of healing dry skin use it , along with ubtan ( besan , haldi , chandan) play 80's music and put it all over yourself and wash yourself like you're a queen bathing .

Put rose petals or neem leaves in your bath water, rose for symbolism of beauty neem for antibacterial property . Balti se nahate ho toh fir bhi dalo , balti ne Kab maharani ko roka hai?

Get niche here , get to know about a desi artistry if possible learn it , use it as your weapon . You know stocks bitch I know patachitra and stocks :)

A desi it girl knows ki internet se kharide Kapre Sab pehnenge toh unique nahi lagega , search for your local stores , buy textile make your own clothes with darzi, your mom wanna donate this saree you love , gorgeous gorgeous girls know that tab jaise pure textile hardly milte hai , girl make a kurta set .

Learn a desi dance form and put in the effort to learn it well .

Wear natural fabrics more and more

Matcha latte kya Hota hai haldi wala dood piyo or just haldi ginger tea , your skin will start glowing.

Make your own Kajal, youtube tutorials dekho.

Apne sabse luxurious Kapre hath se dho, see the delicacy feel the delicacy.

Make your own shampoo , reetha base

Rice ko fekne ki zaroorat nahi use it as a face pack blend karke

Jhumke kharido but zyada nahi have statement pieces exquisite and wear it often make it a you thing.

Wear jewellery even if you're going to get sabzi, who cares .

Jo larka apko rani ki Tarah treat na kare usko ignore karo .

Diwali mei apne diya khud paint karo .

Do tell me if yall want more :)

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[MASTERPOST] March Challenge

And look at that, challenge 2 completed. Another super exciting collection of creations, including art! Thanks again to everyone who participated, and please check out our April Challenge which is currently live!

Writing

Don’t talk to strangers or you might fall in love. by partially_planet

Fandom: Original Works Rating: T // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: OC / OC Summary: Michelle wakes up to find that the person she was road tripping with took an unexpected detour. Said person is also calling her pet names. For the Femslash Big Bang's Monthly Challenge prompt for March: the places on our maps

How Fran and Michaela survived the last 3 major family events by KapandherScratchpad

Fandom: Bridgerton Rating: T // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Francesca Bridgerton/Michaela Stirling Summary: Edinburgh 2028, Brighton 2029, and Disneyland Paris 2031 as told by Fran and Michaela’s private chat. Femslash Big Bang Monthly Prompt for March: The Places on Our Maps

Brilliance by kopycat_101

Fandom: Vinland Saga (Manga) Rating: T // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Gudrid/Hild (Vinland Saga) Summary: After weeks of keeping watch over an injured Thorfinn in Bergen, Hild's become bored and restless. She decides to take a break and walk around the village to clear her head. When she's by the docks, Hild recognizes Leif and Gudrid on their ship and decides to satiate her curiosity. She doesn't account for the sailor woman's warm personality to reel her in so quickly. (Canon compliant, set between Chapter 123 and 124 of the manga.)

a collection of printed memories by frankenjoly

Fandom: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game) Rating: T // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: March 7th/Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail) Summary: Also, March not hiding said reasons didn’t mean she couldn’t have surprises in store, something evidenced one night when Stelle entered her room (after knocking, though, but getting no response despite knowing she would be there), and finding the other girl kneeling on the floor, surrounded by countless printed photographs. “Hi, March, do you--” for femslash big bang's march monthly challenge: the places on our maps march goes for a decoration project, stelle tags along, they get in kahoots to surprise the rest of the express.

home is wherever you are by GallifreyanFairytale

Fandom: Avatar: Legend of Korra Rating: T // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Lin Beifong/Kya II Summary: “Spirits,” Lin mumbles under her breath. Hanging on the wall, above her couch, is a large map of the world. There are stickers over several places in the Earth Kingdom, and Kya skips over to pick up the sticker pack from Lin’s coffee table so she can push it into Lin’s hands. “I put stickers on all the places I’ve visited so far, since you didn’t get any postcards. Isn’t it great!?” “Um.” Lin looks down at the stickers, then back up at the map, and then to Kya. “Sure.” Kya beams. lin, kya, and a world map: a story told in three parts

Paper Maps or GPS? by Butimachrldr2

Fandom: Once Upon A Time (TV) Rating: T // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan Summary: Series: Maps Femslash BigBang Monthly challenge - March Prompt Entry. Emma and Regina take the bug on a trip to visit Henry. The former mayor goes old school with printed directions and a paper map. The Sheriff prefers to rely on her GPS. Naturally this leads our two favorite ladies into an argument about which is better. What neither expect is what they learn about each other in the process…

Lunella and Casey's Map of the LES by skylarkblue

Fandom: Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur (Cartoon 2023) Rating: G // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Casey Calderon/Lunella Lafayette Summary: The ten places in New York that make up Lunella and Casey's relationship.

The places (and so many bodies) on our maps by Ennn (Enb0t)

Fandom: Agatha All Along (TV) Rating: T // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Agatha Harkness/Rio Vidal Summary: “Honestly, this isn’t much different from when you tracked mud through the house after that fishing trip,” she muses, tone almost playful. “Blood, mud—you never could keep things clean.” Rio snorts, the familiarity of the argument almost startling. “Says the woman who let a casserole burn in the oven for three days while she was ‘at her mother’s.’” “I reimbursed you for that.” “With my own credit card.” — Mrs. and Mrs. Harkness-Vidal have just learned that their wife of five years has been lying about what she does for a living—and that someone wants them both dead. So they're talking. Inspired by the Mr. and Mrs. Smith movie. For the Femslash Big Bang's Monthly Challenge March prompt: the places on our maps

Maps by wolfraven80

Fandom: Fire Emblem Musou: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes Rating: G // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Edelgard von Hresvelg/My Unit | Byleth Summary: Shez sighed. "You're missing the point here." "The point?" Byleth repeated, her eyes darting to the map and wondering if there was something marked on it that she was unaware of. "Edelgard," Shez said under her breath. "The point is for you—" she paused to point directly at Byleth, "to spend time with her outside of a war meeting or a tactical planning session." --- Or: Shez decides to give Byleth and Edelgard a little push.

The Roads Taken by ErazonPO3

Fandom: Pokemon Legends: Arceus (Video Game) Rating: G // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Shirona | Cynthia/Luculia Hiver (Original Character) Summary: A brief look at the journey through Hisui from Cynthia's eyes, of the shifting terrain and a shifting relationship with her temporal stowaway. For the March challenge prompt: the places on our maps

My Sister the Villainess Queen Made My Body Into a Seductive Sorceress! (E) by stuckinsanguinus 

Fandom: Original Work Rating: E // Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Pairing: OC / OC Summary: Princess Lili would use her magic and do just about anything for her older sister, the cruel and sexual Queen Maria—but when an arcane ritual goes awry, Lili realizes her sister wanted something even more from her—her body itself! There was a groan from across the room and she looked up. There, against the wall. A tall, slender body sat up, wizard robes hanging off their arms. A hand brought to their face, feeling the glasses on them, and lifting violet eyes to stare at Lili. "Lili?" The voice wasn't quite recognizable to her. "I—" Lili gulp. "—your—" "—me?" The sisters stared at each for a long moment in silence, each from the body of the other.

Liking. by JediAnnieScrambler

Fandom: Company - Sondheim/Furth Rating: T // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Joanne/Robert (Company) Joanne/Bobbie (Company) Summary: “If you ever get married,” Joanne said, not looking at Bobbie, “Find someone you like. Someone you’re always gonna like.” Bobbie watched the smoke Joanne exhaled, turning the words over in her mind. “I like you,” Bobbie said finally, then added quickly, “And I like Larry.” “Yeah?” Joanne glanced down at her, eyebrow crooked, “I like you too kid.”

Cross-Reality Check by 429_CarCrash

Fandom: Marvel, DCU Rating: T // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Kate Bishop/America Chavez, Koriand'r/Donna Troy Summary: Kate was expecting to learn new things on this multiverse trip with America. She just wasn't expecting to learn new things about herself.

messages from around the world by theriveroflight

Fandom: Layton Kyouju Series | Professor Layton Series Rating: G // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Emmy Altava/Janice Quatlane Summary: Both Janice and Emmy have jobs that take them around the world. As a result, it's difficult to keep in touch -- but they have their ways.

stardust spread out in your eyes by littencloud9

Fandom: Alien Stage (Web Series) Rating: G // Major Character Death Pairing: Mizi/Sua (Alien Stage) Summary: Mizi, she hears, the voice sinking into her like a heavy, agonising weight, I'm waiting for you. Will you come visit me? “No,” Mizi whispers, and it’s an act of defiance as much as it is an act of grief. “I refuse.” She swears the stars get a little dimmer after that. or, when your lover's grave is among the stars, do you grow to resent them?

my place in your heart by Grollow

Fandom: RWBY Rating: T // Graphic Depictions Of Violence Pairing: Coco Adel/Velvet Scarlatina Summary: Velvet and Coco have only grown closer throughout the years — much to Velvet's surprise.

unlike anyone I've met (I'm not biased she's just perfect) by lyricalark

Fandom: The Naturals - Jennifer Lynn Barnes Rating: G // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Celine Delacroix/Sloane Tavish Summary: Celine and Sloane video call and Celine tries once again to put her girlfriend's face to paper.

sand and sea by yuribalisms

Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: T // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Beidou/Dehya (Genshin Impact) Summary: The crew of the Crux finds themselves in Sumeru for a job and could use a local to help them out. Lumine suggests Dehya.

The Places on our Maps (M) by LizLimone998

Fandom: Trainspotting Series - Irvine Welsh Rating: M // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Nikki Fuller-Smith/Diane Coulston Summary: "Are you asking me to run away with you? Where would we go?" Nikki left Leith for California and never looked back. She thought she'd made a clean break but unfortunately, wherever you go you take yourself with you. And she knows how she feels about Diane. But that's not to say it fixes anything.

the one less traveled by kopycat_101

Fandom: ダンジョン飯 | Dungeon Meshi | Delicious in Dungeon Rating: T // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Kiki Floke/Namari Summary: Namari had a bad habit of falling for taller women. But getting a crush on her new boss's daughter-slash-granddaughter was small potatoes compared to the unraveling of the dungeon. Maybe dating Kiki wouldn't be as bad or complicated as whatever they ended up facing in the depths of the Mad Mage’s place, in order to help Laios save Falin. (A canon compliant fic retelling the manga from the eyes of Namari.)

I really liked you by siluredore

Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: G // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Heather (Doctor Who: The Pilot)/Bill Potts Summary: After the Pilot, Bill revisits some places she shared with Heather. Written for the March challenge prompt the places on our maps

mapping out your skin: the first destination by SlantedKnitting

Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: T // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Gwen/Morgana (Merlin) Summary: Gwen books Morgana as the artist for her first tattoo.

I'm careless, I believe by hprse

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005) Rating: G // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Azula/Yue (Avatar) Summary: Yue and Azula make their way through an Earth Kingdom forest after being sold a poorly-made map. The two of them think about their past amidst their irritation. Written for the March prompt of the Femslash Big Bang Monthly Challenge, maps.

Moments on a Map by anxiouspotatoinblue

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: G // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan Summary: Regina thinks she is going to have a simple dinner date with her girlfriend, and is sent on a trip down memory lane instead. Femslash BigBang Monthly challenge - March Prompt Entry.

Five Places Kate Took Harper After Therapy by Hollie47

Fandom: Batwoman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types Rating: G // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Kate Kane/Harper Row Summary: Harper's usually pretty volatile after therapy, so Kate has started taking her out afterwards.

it will come back by dryadfiona

Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: G // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Jaheira/Isobel Thorm Summary: Isobel is a light in the darkness. Jaheira wants to trust it. Despite herself, she does trust it. Still, a High Harper should be more discerning. Given a lack of Selûne's tears to know for certain, she pays attention. -- Or: Jaheira reflects on Isobel, who doesn't quite make sense, before the tadpoled arrive at Last Light.

I could be the shadow at your feet by sithfox (krazykikivii)

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: Republic Commando Series - Karen Traviss, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: T // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Arla Fett/Bo-Katan Kryze Summary: Bo-Katan needs to prove her worth to Pre Vizsla if she wants to continue climbing the ranks of Kyr'tsad. But when Pre assigns Arla to assess her readiness for promotion, she's going to cherish every look and touch she gets.

Prove It (E) by strangersea

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: E // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Jinx (League of Legends)/Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends) Summary: Jinx proves to be more useful than Sevika had anticipated.

what our skin says (M) by drowsyfeline

Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: M // Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairing: Ieiri Shoko/Iori Utahime Summary: Shoko holds Utahime by the jaw. Her fingers are firm and warm, pressing into her flesh. Brown eyes stare intensely at her. She uses the other hand to spread the cream gently. It’s careful. Delicate. Precise. Uthaime wonders if this is what it's like to be held by someone. To be malleable and transformed into something that wants.

ghostly figures can get so bitter by AquamarineMemeBender

Fandom: Alien Stage (Web Series) Rating: T // Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairing: Hyuna/Mizi (Alien Stage), Luka & Mizi (Alien Stage), Luka/Mizi (Alien Stage) Summary: "Hyuna’s map isn’t just places on Earth, but that’s most of it. She had written little notes in squiggly handwriting, colored ink, by her landmarks, discussing research and treasures and stories and what she’d been told about them all. “We’re finishing it,” says Mizi. “The map. You’re coming with me.” Luka snorts. Just slightly. It makes Mizi’s lips thin and her blood race. “Sure,” says Luka, finally. His eyes sweep around the room. As far as Mizi knows, no one goes into this room but him. No one goes out, either, usually. “Sure. When are we leaving?”" Or: In the aftermath of Hyuna's death, Luka and Mizi follow her map to visit the places on Earth she never got to go to.

Of Voyagers Past, Present, and Future (E) by Shane_For_Wax

Fandom: Star Trek Rating: E // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Raffi Musiker/Seven of Nine/B'Elanna Torres Summary: Ex-Wives, but now current lovers B'Elanna and Seven receive an invitation to see the new USS Voyager-B in a ceremony where its predecessor is also shown at the Starfleet museum. Which causes them to remember their time on the original Voyager (no bloody A, B, C, or D) and share their experiences with Raffi. (Will NOT be a clip show in fanfic form of canon stories. Reading the rest of the B7 and Along Came Raffi series not required for this but it helps because OCs from the series are brought in such as B7's son from when they were married and to also explain the 'ex-wives but current lovers' part. Because sometimes people who divorce get back together and it sticks that time.) Rated Explicit for Chapter 4 only. Also: As with the rest of the B7 and Along Came Raffi series, there is some… character bashing on Tom in character. If that isn't your thing, this won't be your kind of fic. Harry/Chakotay is one step above just being mentioned, appearing in Chapter 2 for the Voyager reunion then it's the BSaffi show again. Part of the Femslash Big Bang March Monthly Challenge: The places on our maps.

Podfic

[podfic] Of All the Coffee Shops in All the World... by CarCrash_Pods (429_CarCrash)

Fandom: The Magicians (TV) Rating: G // No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: Jesamin "Sam" Cunningham/Janet Pluchinsky, Margo Hanson/Kady Orloff-Diaz Summary: [Audio length: 17:05] Eventually they both need to look away, and then Janet is standing up and saying something about getting them a pastry to share and walking away and Sam is left to sink into the booth, blushing, and thinking about how much of a disaster she is. How much of a nervous mess Janet makes her.

Art

Lady Dimitrescu / Ada Wong art by @odyooles

Fandom: Resident Evil Pairing: Lady Dimitrescu/Ada Wong

mapping your constellations by @rhywhitefang

Fandom: Dragon Age Pairing: Sigrun/Vellana

[zukosdualdao]

through all of the shadowy corners of me

zutara month, day three: (re)meet ugly/meet cute. @zutaramonth

summary: as katara's plans on the anniversay of her mother's murder fall apart, she ducks into a teashop to wait out the storm and finds herself familiar with the rude tea server she comes face to face with and promptly bursts into tears. because of-fucking-course.

warnings: grief, nightmares, references to kya's murder (and ursa's disappearance, though that is less explicit), and references to ableism wrt facial differences. also, just, some lightly gratuitous swearing, on behalf of katara's no good very bad day. she deserves it.

other notes: title taken from landon piggs’ falling in love at a coffeeteashop. because i am basic in that way.

Katara’s pretty sure the universe is conspiring against her.

First, it was the fucking felt-tip markers being all dried up—damn it Sokka—she needed for the posters for the protest she was supposed to head.

(She tries not to think about how really, first, it was the dream she woke up from, that she wakes up from often, but especially on this day, the dream with fearful eyes and the ominous drip of blood and the feeling of too late too late too late. The dream that is also a memory.)

Someone had to make the posters—because seriously, why was the school shutting down the campus food bank when a third of the student population was food-insecure?— so she missed her first class of the day to get new ones from the closest craft store, over half an hour way with traffic. There was supposed to be a quiz, too, and the professor is notoriously stubborn about absences and make-ups. 

And then there was this huge storm, so they couldn’t even have the protest today like they’d planned.

Now, as Katara ducks out of the rain and into the tiny little hole-in-the-wall ambient tea shop—The Jasmine Dragon, the sign had said—which is all warm lighting and soft ringing laughter from the bare few patrons inside, she figures she can at least get a cup of something hot to drink. It’s been a truly horrible day, and she can’t wait to get back home, sleep for ten hours straight, and wipe it from the record of her memory, but right now, this is her one saving grace.

So, when she gets to the second place in line, very patiently waiting as the server at the front snipes at the man in front of her, part of her wants to reel up to confront him. Sure, she knows customer service can be a day-in, day-out nightmare—she didn’t spend her first two semesters waiting tables because it was fun—but really, he could at least try to be a little nicer. The man wasn’t doing anything wrong, as far as she could see.

When she gets to the front, Katara opens her mouth to say—something, she doesn’t know what—and is caught off-guard to find that she recognizes him faintly. With his eyes the color of amber, swoopy, dark hair, and a shiny, painful-looking burn scar set against the left side of his face, on her right—yes, he was a boy who was in Sokka’s class back in high school. And he was a total jerk, barely speaking a word to anyone except to get into arguments, whether with teachers or other kids. She didn’t know him all that well herself, but she’d never liked him from the stories Sokka told or for the way he seemed to bristle at everyone and everything as she watched from a morbidly curious distance.

Zuko. Yes, she remembers him.

“Can I help you?” he asks, his voice almost a snarl when she spends a beat too long taking in his features, though he’s not looking at her, instead glancing down at his scratchpad. “I’m supposed to tell all of the customers we’re out of the oolong,” he adds in a rough voice, without looking up.

Katara wants to rage, wants to scream, why does he think he gets to treat people like that, god, at least have the decency to look me in the eye and treat me like a person when you’re being a dick—but instead, she bursts into tears. 

Very loud, messy tears. It’s been a long day.

And, well. He certainly looks up then. 

“Um,” Zuko says in lieu of an actual reaction, his right eye wide. His expression has softened considerably, his mouth shaped in surprise, his browline furrowed. “We have jasmine?” he tries.

Well, she thinks as he stands there stiffly, the perfect image of a deer in headlights, before reaching over the counter to push the napkin dispenser toward her, this is humiliating.

At least it’s not terribly busy in here. There’s no one standing beside her, and she only feels one or two worried glances from the tables, the shop mostly empty.

“Sorry,” Katara says through her tears. “God, I’m sorry. I just—I’m having awful day,” she says, motioning to her face as a way of explanation before yanking a napkin out from the dispenser to dry her face.

Zuko’s lip curls in what she thinks might be sympathy. 

“Me, too,” he admits on a sigh. “Sorry. What can I get for you?”

“Um,” she says, shaking her head and smiling through still teary eyes. God. “A cup of jasmine tea would actually be nice.”

“Sure.” 

She pays quickly and tries to ignore his eyes as they follow her over to the tiny round table she chooses in the corner. One cup, she thinks. She’ll drink one cup of tea and be out of here quicker than even the lightning flaring outside, before anyone can say anything about it, and then head back to her apartment and think through every turn in life that got her there, sobbing in line at a tea shop as a mean boy she knew from high school tried not to call her on it.

But he has other plans, because when he brings her order to her, he doesn’t just leave like he’s supposed to, standing there for several awkward moments that feel as though they’re spanning lifetimes.

Yeah. The universe is definitely conspiring against her.

“So… you’re… good now?”

Katara stares at him blankly for a moment, feeling her jaw grow a little slack.

“Are you… checking on me?”

A beat. “I’m just very committed to customer service,” Zuko deadpans, and Katara can’t help but laugh.

“Right,” she says. “Yeah. I’m… good. Thank you.” He nods—just once, a rigid jerk of his head—and starts to turn on his heel to leave.

But for some reason, she suddenly doesn’t want that. He’s being… almost kind of sweet, and it’s so incongruous with the memory she has of him that it kindles a new kind of curiosity.  “We went to school together, you know,” she says quickly, before he can fully turn around. He pauses in his tracks. “You probably don’t remember, but—”

“I remember you,” Zuko says before she can even finish. She frowns, intrigued. “You always wore your hair up in a braid and those loops. And once, even though we barely knew each other,” he adds with the faint traces of a smile, “you told off that kid when he was… uh…” The smile fades.

Katara remembers suddenly. It was an overcast day, not unlike the way this one had started, and Zuko had been sitting alone in the courtyard, not bothering anyone (for once) as Katara made her way to lunch when she saw some other kid go up to him to start needling him, saying horrible things about his scar. Very loudly.

Katara hadn’t liked that, so she’d marched right over and told the kid so. Also very loudly.

She’s pretty sure that’s the only time she and Zuko even tangentially interacted, and even then, they hadn’t spoken any actual words to each other. Everything else she knew about him came from stories and distant observation.

“When he was being a dick,” she finishes for him.

“Yeah,” Zuko says. Peering through his eyelashes, he adds more quietly, “I’ve always remembered that.”

“Really?”

A shrug of his shoulders. “You didn’t have to do that, but you did anyway.”

“I don’t like cruel people.” He nods, hands in his pockets, eyes suddenly downcast and looking almost a little ashamed. It makes her sort of sad. “Do you have time to sit?” Katara asks suddenly.

He looks surprised as he glances back at up her. “What?”

“I mean, I know you’re working, so don’t worry about it if not,” she adds in a hurry, tripping over he words. “I just thought maybe…”

“My shift’s actually over,” he answers, and suddenly, there’s a soft, sort-of-shy smile playing on his lips. “I—I could sit.”

He pulls the chair out and sits while Katara sips at her tea. It really is quite good.

“This is almost making up for the rest of my day,” she laughs, and his face scrunches up, maybe almost amused.

But then, the expression morphs. “Why was your day so bad, Katara?”

She’s surprised to find he ever knew her name, let alone remembers it now. He really is full of surprises. 

She could tell him the simple version, the actual events without the why she was taking it so hard, without divulging what it was really about… but, well…

He seems sincere enough in asking, at any rate.

“I just… I lost my mother when I was really young,” she begins to explain, feeling sort of choked-up and tight in her chest again, but no tears threaten to fall right now.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, and she looks up to meet his gaze, swimming with undeniable sympathy. “That’s something we have in common.”

She looks at him for a long moment, surprised. This is something they share, then. Something they can understand about each other. “I’m sorry, too. It’s awful. And… today is the anniversary. I usually just try to keep busy, but…”

“But everything went wrong?”

Katara hums.

“That’s the fucking worst,” he says bluntly, and Katara laughs then. He has very little tact, it seems, but also, yeah. It is. And it’s nice for someone to be able to… just say it. To feel it with her.

“It is the fucking worst,” she agrees. “But… I really am doing better now.”

“I’m glad,” he says, but he frowns, staring down at his hands, which are splayed on the table. “I really shouldn’t keep you from your day."

“I mean… the rest of my plans for the day have sort of fallen apart, and I should probably wait out the rain anyway, so I might, uh,” she says, feeling suddenly shy and hesitant. “I might stick around for a while. Get one more of these,” she nods down to her cup, warm and solid in her hands. “You know.” She takes another sip.

His smile glints, but it’s soft, too, definitely as shy as she feels. “I could do with a cup.”

Katara’s own smile grows wider.

The kindly older man who runs the shop—Zuko's uncle, Katara learns quickly—brings them out another round of jasmine, two cups this time, and Zuko slowly raises his in a cheers motions motion, a little awkward and a lot funny.

“To awful days?” he says with a raise of his brow.

“And to perfect storms,” she adds in agreement, laughter bubbling in her chest.

They clink their teacups together.

[siriuslysmoking]

Taking the Kids to See Santa with Steve

A/N: Day 11!!! WHOOP WHOOP! Core memories was going to see santa as a kid. Steve and Reader have 4 kids, oldest is a boy names Theo, then Amelia, then the twin girls Octavia and Kya

"Daddy! Daddy! Hurry!!" Theo shouts, tugging on Steve's hand.

"Hold on bud." Steve lets out a laugh, looking back at you where you are with the stroller. Small arms hold onto your leg as you walk, pushing the stroller with the twins. The six year old boy continues to tug on his father's arm as Steve calls for Amelia.

She detaches herself from your side and joins her older brother and father.

You take a picture of Steve hand in hand with your children passing the North Pole sign.

The six of you came from a nice dinner with Steve's side of the family.

Since you were all in nice clothing you decided to get in the queue for meeting santa. Your group traveled around the store wasting time. But when Theo and Amy saw the snow covered elf houses no one could hold them back. Your twin girls in the stroller stared at the shiny lights decorating the ceiling.

You agreed with Steve to wait in line with the twins while he explored Santa's Workshop with the two older kids.

You rock the stroller back and forth watching your two kids drag your husband back and forth through the shop.

Steve joins you in line about ten minutes later when you are third in line. "Hey love, long time no see."

You kiss him lightly, smiling into the kiss. WHen you get to second in line you get the Kya and Octavia out of the stroller, holding them in both yous and Steve's arms.

Your two older kids run up to Santa and sit on his lap, You and Steve set the girls into their older siblings arms, making sure they're secure before moving away for the photo. "Now what would you like for christmas?"

"A dollhouse." Amy smiles up at the man, he looks to Theo who quietly says, "A brother."

You and Steve barely hear it, but when you do you both share a look and a smile.

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Taglist: @bunnyweasley23 @foolpr00f @arinexeisnotworking

[survivalove]

https://www.tumblr.com/survivalove/739413554787155968/i-just-got-reminded-of-the-craziest-thing-and-i

agree with everything you said 🙂‍↕️ it's so funny how that crowd wants their failship to have what ka has so badly. appropriating their motifs, dynamic, editing scenes from the show and comic panels, as well giving their fave aang's personality traits, you mean to tell me you can only picture katara being with that bum when you turn him into dollar store brand aang? LMFAO they love telling on themselves 🤭

even more egregious when they try steal the cloudbabies especially kya like keep coping losers she doesn't have a single drop of colonizer blood in her! she's a perfect combo of katara and aang and their jealous asses can die mad about it. why can't they just make their own original zk kids do they lack that much imagination? if ka is so bad why do they want their ship to have all the material ka has canonically? the math isn't mathing! though i can understand their envy and desperation, nothing can compare to kataang's bond 🥰 anyway sorry for rambling it's just that you made a lot of great points in that linked post 😭

well thank ya

clicking that link just hit me with the biggest whiplash omg i was really mad

the math isn’t mathing!

yeah cuz they literally want the canon but will never admit it. and they also have zero imagination which is they can only base everything off canon scenes and art 🤡

[nyamadermont]

Holding Back Tears

Angstpril2025 #6: Holding Back Tears

tw: death

The winter season had yet to arrive on the glacier in force. Nights were still relieved by a few hours of sunlight. The snows did not fall for more than a day or two at a time. The winds had not yet succeeded in pushing away the last heat of summer.

Her own winter days, however, grew ever colder and shorter.

Katara slid the door closed behind her and made her careful way to her storage cabinet to put away her equipment and supplies. The bag weighed heavier returning than it had when she left to respond to the call. 

It always did when she attended a death. 

The bag settled quietly on the workbench, everything inside nestled safely in leathers to keep them from freezing or clanking. She subsumed herself into the familiar activity of unpacking her medicines and supplies. It still surprised her that it had only been fifteen - sixteen - years since she had returned to this cold home of hers.

She fumbled with the jars, her fingers more numb than usual. Rather than try to pick them up again, she rubbed them and blew on them with her still-warm breath. A slow flex loosened her joints enough that she knew she could finish her work before needing to rest.

And make tea. Zuko’s most recent package had arrived. The blend he claimed he gave to no one else other than his grandson would replenish her stores, and would be an excellent warmth for body and soul.

Her fingers weren’t the only sad and cold thing about her this evening.

She emptied her pouch of its tools, rearranging them carefully in the proper drawers. The bag itself resumed its place on the hook at the end of the cabinet, ready to be filled with hope.

Making tea might be a high priority, but it was still a distraction, a delay. She took several slow, deliberate steps across to the small stove and lit the burner. 

Top, middle, or bottom brew tonight? she asked herself.

There would be none of the fancy milks Kya usually brought from her travels. Her daughter had left a few weeks earlier to assist with some disaster or other in the Earth Kingdom just beyond the Southern Air Temple. Katara hadn’t troubled herself to retain all of the details, trusting that Kya would have plenty of stories when she returned in a week or two.

The water followed the pathways of her intent, almost as well-trained as Appa had been, so long ago. Or Naga, that big goof of a polar bear dog. Despite herself, Katara smiled at the memory of helping Korra embark on her new adventure in faraway Republic City.

Tenzin, the dear, tried so hard to keep his mother from worrying. He had yet to realize that his lack of detail, combined with the dry but detailed reports she received periodically from Lin, did little to fool her about how fraught their situation was. Both had mentioned anti-bender sentiments on the rise, and Korra’s own frustrations with airbending.

For sixteen years, Katara had catalogued the similarities and differences between Aang and Korra, all the while reminding herself that Korra deserved to be her own person and forge her own path. Some day, Aang would be there for her.

She hoped the two would form a bond.

The smell of the tea caught her just a little off guard, and she returned her attention to the water in the pot in front of her. With a touch of bending, she cooled the water to a more comfortable temperature, secure in the knowledge that Zuko would never know.

She poured her cup, extinguished the fire, and shuffled over to the fireplace. The larger fire took more coaxing to come up to a comfortable temperature, but soon enough, she was settled on the reed mat, staring into the flames.

Taking time to consider the day’s event that weighed so heavily on her shoulders.

The poor man had already been so far gone when she arrived that her bending could only make his passing less painful. She had no power to prevent it. From her bag, the only items she had used were to sooth his distraught parents. Their distress was clearly having an effect on their son, pulling him to struggle against the inevitable.

But once his fathers were calmer, the young man had relaxed. He had not wept, he had not railed against the coming sleep. His eyes had sought out his fathers’, trying to tell them, with what little energy remained to him, that he would suffer no longer. 

Karnak and Innuik had caressed him, kissed his brow. And she had left the room, giving them his last moments, unable to hold back her own tears.

Now, in the privacy she enjoyed in the space she had designed for herself, where death only intruded by her invitation, she wept for the boy she had known only in his final moments. For the fathers condemned to live a life without his precious voice.

The tea, forgotten in her hand, chilled.

The fire, consuming her vision, burned.

The air, heavy on her shoulders, stilled.

The slide of the door behind her startled her to alertness.

“Master Katara, I am very sorry to disturb you. But Master Tenzin has sent an urgent message. He and the Avatar will be here tomorrow. She is injured, though he did not specify how. And I believe Chief Beifong from Republic City is also hurt.”

The blood in her body seemed to stop of its own accord.

Had this ‘Amon’ hurt Korra, Lin? 

She only had hours to prepare, but no idea what for.

***

They had talked for hours. Korra, Mako, and Tenzin had told her about being in proximity to Amon. What his bloodbending had felt like. Mako had seemed almost numb, as if he could just think himself out of being affected by the strain of the past few weeks.

Katara thought she detected some behavioral patterns she recognized.

Tenzin had tried to keep her from finding out about the shocks he had received, but the children had been so transparent. At one point, they almost seemed giddy with trying to count the hits and falls they had taken.

It was all she could do to imagine her precious son, wracked with that pain, her beautiful grandchildren shackled and gagged in front of a ravenous crowd.

When it became too much for her to bear, she shooed Mako out ahead of her, leaving Korra to meditate in solitude.

How I wish she could contact Aang for help. There is nothing wrong with her body that I can heal. Nothing my bending can touch. He did not kill them with his bloodbending, but I might if I tried to touch what he damaged.

She braced herself, pulling on her healer’s detachment. Her family - all of those waiting outside -  did not need her, they needed Master Katara. And Master Katara did not cry.

***

Hours later, she could be Aunt Katara once more, holding her other daughter - whole once again - with no reason at all to hold back their tears.

[scarabsinthestardust]

Better in the Morning // Ch. 3

MASTERLIST

At last, this is why I chose the title that I did. This chapter is a little rough, a little sad. Please forgive me for the horrible things I'll be putting poor Jake through.

word count: 2500

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Language (as always), drinking/alcoholism, severe bouts of depression, mentions of suicide and self-harm, Kya might have some anxiety

“I can hear you worryin’ from across the store, Kya.”

I tried to still my shaking knee, a nervous tick, and hit the button to light up my phone. Still nothing. “What if something’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. Do you think there’s something wrong?”

“This isn’t like him, Richie. He’s never done this. In the six months we’ve been together, he’s never just ghosted me. Even if we argue, he always texts or calls.”

“But you didn’t get into a fight or anything?”

“No. At least, not that I’m aware of.” I opened my text thread from Jake, the last message was the usual ‘goodnight’ text at around ten o’ clock last night. We were supposed to get breakfast this morning, but he never showed, and he wasn’t answering his phone. It was now almost 7 PM and I hadn’t heard a word from him. I debated reaching out to Josh, but it felt so intrusive. And I especially didn’t want Josh to think I was overreacting. Maybe they had just gotten super busy; they were supposed to do some work at the studio after all. “I think I’m just going to go to his house. Unless you think that’s too much. Do you think that’s too much?”

“I think you’re worrying too much, kid. If your gut is telling you to go over there, just go. I know you ain’t gonna be able to relax until you talk to him.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay. I’ll go after-“

He cut me off. “Just go, now. I can handle closing up shop. You’ll, uh, let me know everything’s okay?”

“Of course. Thank you.” I gave him a quick hug before heading out to my car.

I couldn’t turn my brain off. For the whole drive, I imagined all the worst-case scenarios, which of course only caused my anxiety to spike. To push it down, I focused on my mental to-do list. Obviously, I couldn’t decide what to do with Jake without knowing what was going on. I worried he wasn’t even at home, and decided if that was the case, and if I still couldn’t reach him, I’d call Josh. I just needed some assurance that he was okay.

I let out a sigh of relief when I arrived at his house and his car was in the driveway. As was Josh’s. But as my mind started racing again, I tried to convince myself to remain calm. “Okay, deep breath,” I said to myself. “Don’t go in there mad. I’m sure he’s got a perfectly good reason for ignoring you all day.”

Josh must have seen me pull up. He exited the front door and was walking in my direction. I got out of my car to greet him, but it didn’t soothe my nerves that he didn’t look pleased to see me.

“What are you doing here?”

Through gritted teeth I answered, “I’m trying to find out why my boyfriend stood me up and has been ghosting me all day.”

“He’s not feeling well.”

I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at him. “Bullshit. There’s something you’re not telling me. So, spill, or I’m gonna march my ass in there and he can tell me himself.”

“He… doesn’t want company right now. I’ll tell him to call you later.”

I noticed he was fidgeting a lot, and he seemed… worried. “Josh, please tell me what the fuck is going on. I’m worried about him. Is he pissed off at me or something? Does he have another girl in there? Just tell me. I’m not leaving until I get an answer.”

He averted his eyes to the ground and lowered his voice, so it was barely audible. “Do you love him?”

I scoffed, kicking around a small rock on the ground. “Stupid question,” I mumbled. Jake and I hadn’t actually said it to each other. Not officially, anyways, outside of drunken or wild sex. But we showed it to each other in other ways. I knew what was in my heart, but this had me second guessing what was in his. I could have just pushed past him and went inside, to face whatever awaited me there, but I was curious as to why he was asking me this. “Yeah, I do. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

Josh let out a sad sigh. “I want to trust you; I just don’t want to see him get hurt again. His ex was a really shitty person, and she wasn’t good to him.”

“I’m not his ex,” I spat.

“I know. I’m sorry.” I let him have a few moments of silence while he gathered his thoughts. “Jake has these, I don’t know, depressive episodes. It’s something he’s dealt with since we were teenagers, probably every few months or so. He hasn’t had a bad one since you guys got together, though.”

I felt bile rise in the back of my throat. “Episodes?”

“Yeah, he just gets really… sad. Comes out of nowhere usually. Then he spirals, tends to freeze everyone out. Won’t eat, won’t sleep. I’m lucky if I even get a text, you know?”

I voiced the first question that came to mind, the one that scared me the most. “Is he… suicidal?” I held my breath for an answer.

“No. Never. He’s never hurt himself or anything, other than not eating. And he’ll drink until he passes out.”

“How long does it usually last?”

He shrugged. “I’ve seen it go anywhere from a few hours to a few weeks.” I ran a hand through my hair and turned from him, searching for the words that I couldn’t find in the sky. I was so heartbroken for Jake, and scared. I just wanted to go to him.

“Listen, I know it’s a lot to deal with. If you can’t handle it, then walk away now. Better to break his heart sooner rather than later,” he grumbled.

I spun and stared at him incredulously. “What? What are you…” I shook my head. “I’m not leaving him. I’m not going to walk away from him. Why the fuck would you even think that?”

He shrugged again and hid his hands in his pockets. I was seeing red, and Josh was getting on my last nerve. It felt like he was trying to scare me off. Surely, he was just being protective of his twin, I knew that. But I didn’t need him sticking his nose into my relationship. I huffed and marched past him towards the front door.

“Where are you going?” The panic was evident in his voice.

“Where do you think? I’m going to see my boyfriend.  If he doesn’t want me here, he can tell me himself.” I ignored him as he called out to me, in a half ass attempt to stop me. I don’t think he really wanted me to, though.

The house was dark except for a small lamp in the living room. When I didn’t see Jake, I headed upstairs. I heard Josh come in the front door behind me, but he didn’t follow.

I found Jake in his bedroom, sitting on the floor next to the bed with an almost empty bottle of whiskey next to him. All he had on was a pair of gray sweatpants and his signature Atocha coin around his neck. He had his arms rested on his knees and his head bowed in between them, his disheveled hair hiding his face. If he heard me come in, he didn’t acknowledge me. I moved slowly, not wanting to spook him, and knelt on the carpet in front of him. I carefully moved the whiskey bottle out of his immediate reach before calling out to him.

“Jake?”

His head shot up at the sound of my voice. His eyes were bloodshot. Even in the darkened room I could see how rough, how defeated he looked. I wondered how long he had been crying. He started shaking his head in what was probably panic. “No, Kya, you shouldn’t be here. You- you shouldn’t see this. Fuck, I didn’t want you to see this.”

“It’s a little too late for that, isn’t it?” He was glancing around the room, looking anywhere except at me, but I gently placed my hand on his cheek, lifting his face and not really giving him much of a choice in the matter. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me here and I’ll leave. But I’m hoping you won’t.”

The silence seemed to drag on forever as I struggled to read his expression. It was an all too familiar expression, one I’d unfortunately witnessed on someone else’s face before. I shook that memory away, though, focusing on the man in front of me. He was terrified, maybe of my reaction, maybe of what was in his own head. I couldn’t be sure. But he didn’t tell me to leave and that was a step in the right direction. I felt his hands grip my arms, as if pleading for me to stay. He needed me to, and I would do whatever he needed me to at this point.

When he finally caved, leaning forward to rest his head on my shoulder, I was perfectly content to hold him like that, to let him cry. “It’s okay, baby. Let it out. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” I understood depression like this well enough to know that sometimes, there was no rhyme or reason behind it. There didn’t have to be any particular trigger for it; sometimes it just decided you were long overdue for a visit when it reared its ugly head and tried its damnedest to take you down with it.

He kept apologizing to me for anything he could- for all the things that were not his fault. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m like this, why I’m so fucked up. I can’t get it out of my head.”

“I think we’re both a little fucked up, in some way or another. Maybe that’s why we work so well together. And it doesn’t mean I’m not going to help you through it.”

“You can’t fix me.”

I kissed the top of his head. “Can’t fix what’s not broken, silly. I know I can’t make it go away, but maybe I can at least help smooth out the ride, if you’ll let me.”

“You don’t have to do this. I don’t deserve it.”

I huffed. “You know that’s not true, Jake. You only think that because your head’s clouded right now, ‘cause you’re having trouble seeing through the fog. But it’ll pass. And I’m not doing this because I feel like I have to. I’m here because I want to help, I want to be here for you. All of this, what you’re dealing with… I get it. And it doesn’t make me love you any less.”

I think I heard what sounded like a hushed sob, but I couldn’t be sure. After a few more moments of silence, I somehow convinced him to move from the floor to the bed.

“Please stay.”

“I already told you I’m not going anywhere.” I removed my shoes and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I shot a quick text to Josh letting him know I was staying, and another to Richie just so he wouldn’t worry, before laying it on the bedside table and crawling under the blankets with Jake. I wrapped an arm tightly around his waist and heard his breath hitch, but he didn’t pull away. He slowly inched closer until there was no space between us, his face nuzzled up against my shoulder. I could still feel the remnants of tears that were falling, dampening my skin. I held him like that for the rest of the night, constantly whispering reassurances that I was here with him, until his breath finally evened out and he fell into sleep.

~

I squinted my eyes against the sunlight that was creeping through the windows. I stretched and breathed deep, inhaling the scent that was so obviously Jake. Waking up in his bed was nothing new; it was becoming the new normal for me. I reached over to find the other side of the bed empty. That alone also wasn’t unusual; he typically was an early riser and would have coffee and breakfast in the works by the time I regained consciousness. But when memories of the night before finally materialized in my brain, the worry returned, and I shot up in bed.

I threw my hair up in a (very) messy bun and padded downstairs. Jake stood in the kitchen talking to Josh, who was perched on the countertop. Jake looked a million times better, if only a little sleep deprived. Their conversation quieted and they both greeted me good morning. Josh was still eyeing me like he was weary of my existence and Jake smiled nervously at me.

“Do you want some coffee?”

“Mm, yes please.” He made me a cup, just the way he knew I liked it (entirely too sweet for his taste). I grazed my hand over his. “How are you feeling?”

“Uh, better. Tired.” He crinkled his nose up and made eye contact with Josh, no doubt utilizing that eerie twin telepathy.

Josh hopped off the counter and glanced back at his twin. “Okay, well, I’m gonna head out. Get some rest. Call me if you need anything.” Jake nodded and Josh gave me one more questioning glance before making his departure. I put my coffee down and took Josh’s spot, hopping to sit on the counter.

“I feel like my countertop has seen a lot of ass this morning.”

“I don’t recall you complaining about it when you-“

“Hush.” He closed the distance between us, planting himself between my legs and giving me a soft kiss. Sighing as he pulled away, his hands rubbed the skin of my thighs. He was still worried. “I’m sorry again, about last night. I… I take meds for it, but it still happens. I can’t make it go away.”

I grabbed his hands, anchoring him to me. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. You didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to shut me out, I just wish there was more I could do to help you through it.”

He leaned forward so our foreheads were touching. “I love you, Kya,” he whispered. “You’re too good to me, but I’m just glad to have you here with me. Thank you. Thank you for being here, for being you. And being too stubborn to let Josh scare you off.”

I snorted a chuckle. “I love you, too. And it would take a lot more than Josh to scare me off.” I closed my eyes, reveling in the proximity of him, breathing in his scent, feeling his touch. I just hoped it would be enough to keep him with me. I can’t lose him, too.

[wbasnfanzine]

Fans of Witherburn After School News:

Hi!! I'm Kya, and I'm the one managing the Tumblr account for the (currently in the works) 2024 WBASN Fan Zine. It's new project and a kind of confusing thing, even for me still, so here's a few pieces of basic info on how it's happening thus far, done in Q&A format:

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The WBASN Fan Zine is a project that a few like-minded friends and I have come together to bring to you. We all love Witherburn, and we wanted to find a way to give back to the creators and the community that have been here for us and given us a place to express ourselves for so long. This seemed like a good way to do that.

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

as diwali starts to roll back around again i can’t help but think about eli. i know there was a reference in one of his fics to holi (when i tell you i SCREAMED) and it made me so happy (I SCREAMED)

anyway. would it be possible to receive a little snippet about eli’s feelings this time of year? no pressure ofc i’ve just got the brainrot

(It's true! Eli was born and spent his early childhood in India, before his parents moved to the United States when he was twelve years old. His earliest memories take place in northern India - his family is from Uttar Pradesh)

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When he turns all the lights out, the lamps flicker and dance with a warm yellow and orange, placed on small tables on either side of his bedroom door. The rest of the room is lit with candles only, but at the doorway - the boundary between his own space and the space that others inhabit every day - he has placed the diyas. He has more in the window, just two small ones, but still.

Diyas - the small earthenware lamps he has lit using cloth wicks soaked in oil, bought from a store where a woman had greeted him with grandmotherly familiarity and a lyrical voice that had nearly split his head in two with a powerful memory.

Eli had stared at her while she gave him cheerful advice on which brand was best on something - he doesn't even remember what any longer, although it must be one of the things he bought, because he didn't argue with her.

But it wasn't her he was listening to. It wasn't the flat florescent light of the store he saw.

He heard his mother's voice, saw her lighting the lamps, her hand on his head as he pressed against her leg, holding tight to the sheer fabric dotted with gold threads in tiny circles she wore over her loose skirt. He remembers it being blue, and that single detail hurts in a way he can barely breathe past.

She had dressed to go visiting through the neighborhood, where everyone else also had lamps and there was laughter and singing everywhere he looked, and the house smelled like sugar and spices from what she had been cooking to take and share, but they hadn't yet left.

Nazadeek se dekhen, Jairaj, had come the memory of her voice. Eli had frozen in the aisle, staring at the woman, her lips moving but his mind was years ago and thousands of miles away. Bhay par aasha. Andhakaar par prakaash. Kya aap dekhate hain?

He had bought the lamps in a rush - a half-dozen of them, without question. Then he'd ended up leaving with another two hundred dollars' worth of anything that made his head hurt worse, anything familiar. He felt like he must look completely insane to those who watched him, squinting against a migraine and sweeping what felt like entire shelves into his rickety basket, and yet he couldn't stop himself.

Somehow he wound up with eight separate chutneys, an armful of spices in what he thought must be the exact jars and brands hiding underneath his thoughts, waiting to break free. Coriander, cumin, cardamom, mustard seeds, fenugreek, fennel seeds, tamarind, ajwain, asafoetida, chiles, fresh curry leaves even. He couldn't stop. He found bread, not just naan but paratha, ready-to-eat, in a refrigerator towards the back, and shoved it into his basket as well.

Paneer, he remembered paneer, cheese so fresh it squeaked sometimes between your teeth. His mother would fry it until it was brown and he would come home from school sometimes to a snack of chili cashews and spiced paneer, along with her smile and her voice calling, Jairaj!

The whole damn store smelled like something he had once known as well as his own hands, and now was strange to him and he chased the memories, even as his head hurt worse and worse.

Next to the cash register, there were little plastic containers with familiar round balls of dough inside, soaking in syrup. Eli's voice had caught in his throat, and he had wordlessly shoved one of the containers at the cashier, who had given him a slightly puzzled smile and wished him a good day.

Sitting here in the doorway, enjoying the lamplight coming from the diyas, he pops open the plastic container, inhales the strong scent of sugar and rose, with a hint of pistachio.

He is absolutely going to pass out from the pain in his head, but not before this.

Not before this.

He reaches inside, picks up one of the gulab jamun, and bites into it. Tears sting as he chews and run hot down his cheeks. Behind him, thousands of miles east, thousands west, a lifetime away no matter how you measured it, there were people laughing just outside the window as his mother offered to let him have just one taste before they took the rest for sharing, in a neighborhood lit with a thousand lights in every window, at every doorway, declaring that darkness did not win, that evil could not vanquish good, that hope remained even after despair.

Maybe his mother is still sitting, somewhere, with her own diyas lit and maybe even with the rangoli in its geometrics and curves laid out in fine colored sand seeming to dance in the light. Maybe his mother still cooks to share with a neighborhood full of lights.

Maybe she thinks of him, out there, wherever she is. Maybe she remembers a boy named Jairaj, when the remnants of that boy no longer can.

Eli weeps. He cries while he eats every single perfect chewy sweet ball in the container, and for the first time he can remember... Eli prays.

He can't remember the right words.

But he hopes that the memory that he did know, once upon a time, is enough.

[msbhagirathi]

IPKKND LIVE BLOG SEASON - 1 [EPI - 3]

Cooommmeee onnnnn. Let'zzz beegggiiiinnnn.

Satvik Mishthaann Bhandaar. Khushi opens the cylinder's regulator's knob. Picks up the oil cannister, with tears glistening in her eyes.

Khushi's flashbacks of the lines that broke her heart :

i) "Mat kaho hume Amma." (Don't call me your mom.)

ii) "Payal iski sagi behen hoti tabahu aisi harkat karat?" (Had Payal been her real (blood-related) sister then would she do something like that ?")

iii) "Aaj tum saabit kar dee ho ki tum humra khoon naahi ho." (Today you have proved that you don't consider us as your own.)

iv) "Tum jaisi ladkiyon ka kya hai, ek jayega dusra phasaa lena." (This should not be a problem for girls like you, if one slips away then trap another.)

3. ANDDDDD- she lights the gas and makes jalebis. As we all get to know that stress eating and stress cooking are her outlets.

4. Sun comes up and we are in the next day. Hii Bitwa. Good morning.

5. We see Arnav, again, drowned in the horrors of his past. The head of his PR team comes and informs about the damage control but also tells his boss about his suspicions that some media people might still have managed to get hold on a few photos and videos.

6. But Bitwa is in no mood to listen. He gives him a threat, straight, of getting black-listed from the corporate market and having to spend the rest of his life in a 'kiraane ki dukan' (General store). Calm down angry young man, it's not good for your health.

7. He asks about his schedule to Rajesh (his secretary? then who was Aman? Lol. Whatever.)

8. Oh. So Bitwa eats oats(or toasts? Whatever.) for breakfast everyday. He is surprised to see channe ki roti, (orange-?) juice and fruits. He asks about the change and-

9. There comes his Di. "Hum jaante the, ki tum hume miss kar rahe hoge, chhotte." Look at his face. It's like 'not again'. Lol. Just sibling things.

10. So, Di wants her chhotte to complete her mannat and Our Bitwa has a very valid question, "Di mannat aapne maangi hai toh mujhe kyun puri karni padegi?" (Di, if you had asked for the wish then why do I have to complete it?) Lol. Just some Bitwa things.

11. I agree with Bitwa, here, Di. Why does he have to- OH OH OH I FORGOT- HE HAS TO MEET HIS WIFE THERE. HOW STUPID OF ME TO FORGET. Lol.

12. On a serious note, I hope you know the symbolization, here, Anjali, herself, called Khushi into Arnav's life, as his mannat.

13. Arnav, begrudgingly, accepts to go to the dargah for completing the wish. But. Of course. Without having the channe ki rotis, his Di made.

14. Excuse? Me? Khushi? Is? Still? Making? Jalebis? Like? What the-?

15. HAhahahahahisddifvoaidawdw. Jalebiyan ka mount everest. I am wheezing. (Jalebis' mount everest)

16. Lol. In an interview, Sanaya had mentioned that she likes all type of sweets except jalebis. I cannot help myself but focus on that thing. Babuji offers her a jalebi and Khushi is shown taking a bite, only that Sanaya did not take a bite, she just pretended to. I just cannot overlook it. Ok back to the serious-ness. Stop distracting me, okay?

17. I want to say something. I- it's so beautiful and heart touching, a father consoling his daughter but making her understand her mistake but also making her feel that whatever she did, that is to stand up against dowry system, is also A VERY RIGHT DECISION, but her way of taking matters into her hand, was also very wrong, she should have talked about this to her father. I felt so at peace. The father-daughter duo give off such a beautiful, soft and touching vibe.

18. He also consoles her for the things that Buaji said to her last night. In fact, he started the conversation with those words. Coz he knows and understands how gut wrenching it might have been to listen those harsh words.

19. The society people gather up and show their support and understanding towards Shashi babu and his family.

20. Stop making those annoying faces, Buaji.

21. Bitwa is on his way to the dargah. He asks his manager not to cancel his meeting but says will get delayed by 10-15 minutes.

22. They have reached the dargah. Khushi's first ever 'Laad Governor' makes an appearance. She talks of giving him a mouthful if she sees him ever again.

23. Did you notice this too? Arnav has changed his suit. Earlier, this morning he was wearing a grey? suit, i think and now there's a shiny black suit, with black aviators.

24. He starts walking and guess what, the cravat is back. *heart eyes*

25. Bitwa is well, Bitwa. Someone comes and tries to ward off evil eye with those peacock feathers and the way he dodges it off with making that face. Lol.

26. Payal tells Khushi to cover her head and Arnav, being an obedient jethji/jijaji, covers his head as well.

27. Is it coincidental that the first syllable of Arziyaan song starts just as Arnav enters the frame? And also the fact that the song is addressed in first person pronoun so it seems like it's been sung on Arnav's behalf.

28. "Tere derr pe jhuka hun, mitta hun, bana hun." (I have been destroyed and re-made myself (by hardships of life?) and I am bowing down at your doorstep.) This line, in fact, this whole song is made for our dear broken Arnav baby only, and only for him. I got emotional. Wow. Back to the epi.

29. Payal goes to take the niyaaz and Khushi crosses Arnav's way and her dupatta wraps up around his head. I think, he is kind of intrigued by it, coz he keeps looking at the back of that girl, in all white. Also, maybe tries to -identify?- her-what's with that unreadable expression Bitwa?

30. "Pyaas le ke aaya tha, dariya woh bhar laaya,

noor ki barish mein, beeghta-sa tar aaya."

How beautifully these lines along with Arnav entering the main entrance of the dargah, have been synced together. I mean. Wow. (Click the lines to read the translation.)

31. Inside the mazhaar. Khushi, what is this behaviour? Wait for your husband.

32. I really got a few second goosebumps here. The fact that they are just a mere inches away, separated by that-wall?- tying the sacred threads, praying for their loved ones.

(Arnav, I hope so you are praying and not thinking that you are the mighty ASR and you don't need all that blessings and shit, just pray. For yourself. For your mental health, my boy. You need it. Believe me. You really do.)

33. "O ek khushboo aati thi,

mein bhatakta jata tha,reshm-si maya thi,

aur main takta jata tha."

Are they hinting at the telepathy that Arnav will start experiencing after a few days? Uhhuhh, foreshadowing, I see. Writers are very clever.

34. Khushi is complaining, to Khwajaji, about her meeting with 'woh'. Lol. Tell me Khushi. Who is this 'woh' here? I did not understand.

Also, Khushi says that, for the first time, she had to hide something from her babuji which means no one knows about their first meeting yet.

Khushi and her 'woh' sitting opposite to each other. One complaining while the other listening looking around with a frown in his face.

35. Do you know this fact that girls in India, after getting married, address their husband as 'woh' to every one else and even if they have to take their name, they add an extra 'ji' after it.

Did you see what I did there? Heh. I iz veri kelever.

Bitwa is looking at his wife leaving, after ranting about him.

36. Are you following her Bitwa? Do you love her already? So. Both are there, to tie their 'mannat ka tala'. Khushi prays to Khwajaji, to get her sister married to a good man, as she cannot bear to see her sad. On the contrary, look at Bitwa's face. He is doing 'all this' just for 'his Di's happiness.' And careless bitwa, instead of keeping the key in his pocket, lets it slip away from his hands. I realized that I loved the BG score here.

But, his wife Khushi will make sure he rightfully gets back his mannat ki chabi. Look at Arnav's face, when she calls out, to hand him the key. He already knows it's the same girl (the girl from that previous night).

37. He does not turn immediately. Look closely, he turns as if to gauge her reaction. Her polite-slight- smile drops as she realizes that it's her 'woh'. Khushi, still very much affected by last night's harassment, clutches her neck-line, in fear. Arnav looks at her face, already smitten tells her to 'phek do' it. (Throw away)

Turns back and leaves. Khushi realizes that he 'phir suna diya' to her. (He, again, had the last word.)

38. The BG score, that is playing, here, is basically played for Khushi every time whenever she has an idea for some thing in general or is talking to devi maiyya (i think?) or is talking to herself or is ranting about her LG or has a 'brilliant' idea to exasperate her LG and here, is giving a pep talk to herself.

39. Arnav is doing his ASR walk without disturbing anyone and Khushi is doing her 'Hum Khushi Kumari Gupta' style running, skidding, jumping and scaring everyone around her, with her chaotic run.

40. Khushi comes to a stop. Arnav notices her and stops as well. My God. How is it possible that I can literally feel her, being out of breath and not being able to get out a single word from her mouth, without breathing loudly, just after running a -what-few meters-? Lol. I love Sanaya.

41. Bitwa is like 'calm down babe, have some water and sit down first.' So, Arnav is staring at her and walking towards her, with slow and careful steps. Khushi, obviously afraid, steps away from him, trying to maintain a safe distance.

42. Screen freezes at Khushi's face and starts to fade out. *quickly pauses it* Precap. Don't like spoilers.

P.S. : I thought their argument over god and their beliefs would be in this one only. Btw, I loved Khushi's look and hair as well. Arnav's was fine. I loved loved loved babuji's scene with Khushi in the morning. I loved it. It was so soothing for Khushi, as well as, for all of us viewers too. Also, all the 'wife' and 'woh' jokes that I made for Khushi and Arnav are still not relevant, here, because of the harassment that was shown in the last one, so please don't take it seriously, I just did it to add some humor to it. Please don't take it the wrong way. Ok, bye. Have a great day/night ahead. God bless you.

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