#PSA: wear a fucking mask

[k1mch1-pancake]

just found out my dumbass brother caught covid bc he wasn't wearing his mask at school even though our mom begged him to bc she's immunocompromised + struggling with the effects of long haul covid + monitoring a bacterial lung infection + has underlying chronic disorders istg if she gets sick again bc of him im going straight home to beat the shit out of him bc that could legitimately be the thing that does her in and he knew this well and true but still decided to go ahead and unmask at school all because he felt like the odd one out for wearing one

[tiffanylamps]

after three years, the 'vid finally got me

[uncle-fruity]

HEY! HEY, YOU! YEAH! YOU!

Have you ever heard the phrase, "Your friends aren't your therapists"?

If you've been on the internet enough, I think it's a sentiment that's pretty difficult to miss.

But you know what that means, right?

It's meant to warn people not to place too much personal baggage onto their friends when they should be unpacking it with a professional. It's to say that venting to your friends shouldn't be your main source of coping. That is to say: most of your friends are probably unqualified to untangle complex emotional & mental health problems, and if you expect them to endlessly listen to your problems & have them help "fix" you, then that's usually going to end up in stress and tension in your relationship (or worse).

Do you know what "Your friends aren't your therapists" DOESN'T mean?

It DOESN'T mean that you shouldn't ever seek any emotional support from your friends or that you should keep all your problems to yourself.

Yes, it's important to establish boundaries in all your relationships. If there's something you'd rather not hear from your friends (and vice versa) that should be talked about if it ever becomes relevant. If your friend is easily overwhelmed by a lot of emotion/stimulus, then you shouldn't dump serious emotional things without checking in to see if it's okay first. Over time, in a healthy communicative relationship, you get a feel for what's okay and what's not.

But goodness fucking me when I see folks say that they don't deserve to express their harder emotions because "friends aren't your therapists" I just... I mean woof y'all!

What kind of friend is a friend that doesn't care if you're upset? What kind of friend sees you struggling with something and tells you to deal with your own problems because they don't owe you anything? What kind of friend comes around only if you hide your pain at all times?

A fair-weather friend, that's what kind. A friend that's only around for the good times, and goes away during (metaphorical) storms.

If someone only wants to be a fair-weather friend, that's their prerogative. But I'm telling you all that you deserve the kind of friendship where your friends actually give a fuck about you. You deserve to take up space sometimes. You deserve to get heavy things off your chest with someone you love and trust.

If you want better, stronger, healthier friendships, it's important to understand that intimacy is about Knowing and Seeing and Experiencing someone authentically. Taking off whatever mask we wear to get through the world and being ourselves and sharing that with another person. Anger, pain, grief... tackling these issues with each other builds trust and intimacy and makes everyone involved feel more important & needed & cared about. Isn't that what all this is for?

Anyway, this is all to say: be open about your emotions. Communicate with your friends (& tbh in all your relationships). Learn each other's boundaries, but don't shut each other out just because emotions are scary to navigate at times.

Please be kinder to yourself. Seek intimate friendships, AND seek professional help when you need more support than your friends can provide. Just don't assume your friends can't give you any support! Assume that they love you and trust that they will tell you if they're at their limit. And if they *are* at their limit or if they just aren't comfortable with some conversations, respect that & don't try to force it onto them.

This has been a PSA. Thank you.

[8aji]

you're the sunflower, i think your love would be too much. // m.c.

a collection of spiderman!chifuyu hcs + drabble of you finding out about spiderman's real identity

pairing. spiderman!chifuyu matsuno x reader

wc. 3.7k (hcs - 1.8k, drabble - 1.9k)

tags/cw. spiderman au, fluff, very very minor angst, mentions of injuries, implied violence, mentions of doubt and insecurities, mix of past + present tense for story telling purposes (hcs), a little ooc, not beta-ed (?) + please let me know if i missed anything !

a/n. second time writing bullet hcs !! it was definitely an experience and im definitely up for creating more short-format content im the future. this story was inspired mainly by @/_slvx0 spiderman!chifuyu fanart and my recent tasm obsession. PSA. chifuyu’s character was adapted to fit my vision of spiderman instead of fitting spiderman to who he is. this means his character might be ooc. bear mind that this is my first time writing for chifuyu and so im not a 100% with his characterization — i apologise for any ooc-ness in that regard.

m.list ˖ tags ˖ byi/dni

Got so insanely giddy when he found out about his powers. He was so close to making a group chat with all of his friends to break the news to them. Thankfully he managed to stop himself from sending the message because he had already created the group and come up with the lamest excuse to cover his tracks

Comics and Shonen manga become his personal bible. Every superhero-related thing he did was likely inspired by one of those. That included the way he patrols the city at night and the ways in which he hides his identity. Too bad none of them show how to balance superhero-life along with his college one, a step-by-step guide would be of great help

One time, when swinging through the city, he forgot to shoot his web at another building and just found himself freefalling for a bit — he almost gave himself a heart attack that day

Found out about a video of him going viral while he was eating a sandwich on top of the Tokyo tower. He was so taken aback he almost lost his balance; in his defence, it was a really cool video of him. And deep down, reading the comments underneath the video gave him a sense of relief. He had always wondered if his job as a night vigilante was worth it, often doubting whether he had any sort of positive impact on people, but the support he was flooded with was enough reassurance for him to keep going

For a while, he favours Spiderman over Chifuyu — he wasn’t particularly insecure per se, but he found out that he felt the most comfortable and confident when he was wearing the mask, he felt a lot more freedom whenever he did.

Kazutora was the first to find out about Chifuyu being a superhero. It was 3 in the morning and he was sitting on their living room couch doing some homework when Chifuyu came through the window, almost crashing against the coffee table and knocking over a flower vase. The two of them stood frozen in place, tension rising by the second. Kazutora was getting ready to call out for Baji because a random masked man wearing a leotard had just broken into their living room, never mind the fact that it was a relatively famous and beloved superhero. But before he could, Chifuyu took his mask off in a panic AND BAM Kazutora was flabbergasted, speechless, unable to comprehend the fact that one of his best friends was risking his life protecting the city — ‘Tora then proceeded to beg Chifuyu to let him be the man on the chair.

Being a vet student isn’t of much help when it comes to making superhero equipment, so he follows multiple youtube tutorials whenever he wants to make improvements to his suit — the first time he tried to follow one he fucked up so bad he was tempted to spill his secret to Mitsuya just so his friend could help him out with the suit design.

One of his favourite pastimes is finding the tallest buildings and reading manga or comics while sitting at the top. He will sometimes listen to music as well. Makes a playlist titled ‘Rooftop reading’ or something corny like that

His favourite superpower is his ‘spidey sense’, he would pick the web shooting but it still freaks him a little.

He met you one night after getting home from his patrol when he swung onto the fire escape. As far as he knew, everyone in the building was asleep and the apartment next to his was empty. But of course, he had been wrong and instead had given you the fright of the century by coming out of nowhere and landing right in front of your window. — you ended up recognising him as Spiderman right after he apologised, and intrigued by his presence you asked him a couple of questions along the lines of ‘Why the fuck are you outside my apartment at 4 in the morning’

From then on, he makes sure to be more careful whenever he returns home. Though every now and then he will purposely make his presence known by landing a little too roughly on the iron platform or by knocking on your window just so the two of you could chat for a couple of minutes. Bear in mind that he only does it when the lights are on, which is more often than not; turns out your sleep schedule is just as messed up as his — and with the schoolgirl crush that has his heart 

Sometimes he will add a few ‘trapeze-esque’ moves to spice up his swinging routine. Makes him feel more like a superhero — and yes, he also learned those from youtube video tutorials.

His enhanced vision comes in handy whenever he finds himself too busy being Spiderman to study for exams. Tries not to feel bad about it, and has to remind himself that Baji and ‘Tora have both done the same thing to feel better

He becomes a little too chismoso because he can’t help but hear the gossip no matter how much he tries to tune it out and turns into somewhat of a picky eater.

Learning how to keep his superhuman strength in check was the hardest thing in the whole ‘Spider-acclimatization’ process. Before he figured out how to, he had already broken multiple glass jars, splintered the window and broken the hinges off of three doors before — Though the thing that hurt the most about not being able to show his super strength was knowing he could easily win an arm wrestling match against Baji but not doing so to keep his identity hidden.

Still, Baji had a hunch that something was going on with his best friend. With both, the superhero and the man on the chair. He had seen Chifuyu return to the apartment through the fire escape very late at night and managed to catch a glimpse of the red suit underneath an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, and he had heard the incoming ‘disturbance reports’ through the radio in Kazutora’s room. But in spite of his own curiosity, he refused to press his friends for the truth — he ended up officially finding out when he saw Chifuyu coming out of the bathroom fully dressed in his suit.

No doubt he will most definitely use his costume for Halloween, and absolutely adores it when people compliment it because ‘omg it looks literally the same as Spiderman’s!’

Freezed the first time he met you face to face without the suit, unable to apologise when he bumped into you by mistake. He just stared, and his friends were the ones to break the awkward silence when they recognized you as their neighbour.

He was ecstatic to finally be able to talk to you without having to wait for the early hours of the morning. For some reason, he hadn't thought about introducing himself as Chifuyu, but now the four of you hang out pretty often.

He would follow you around like a lost puppy around uni, force himself to do his homework to spend some time with you in the library and bring you coffee every time you met up. Whenever Baji and Kazutora had classes during the afternoon, think 6pm to 9pm lectures, you would get together at one of your apartments and watch movies — though these hung outs ended before 11pm max. he would come up with a very believable excuse and bolt out of the apartment, running down the fire escape to not be seen until next morning. 

That didn’t stop you from growing even closer. By then you had alrwady started to develop something a little more than a platonic fondness for the blond and his childlike excitement.

He was adorable, almost reminding you of someone you had met before…including his unusual nighttime behaviour. It always got your mind wandering, but you stopped yourself before it did any further. You could be a bit of an overthinker, and you missed your ‘spider-friend’.

It was true that the closer the two of you grew, the more spaced out his ‘spider-visits’ im not sorry for calling everything he does spider-something became. It got to the point he stopped showing up at your apartment for a month. He was too lovesick and too focused on being Chifuyu to notice that you missed his alter ego’s company

He found out you did one day when he saw you sitting on the fire escape. You had been bottling up your feelings for a while and just needed to let it out. Of course, you didn't tell him you it was Spiderman you were missing — he would probably think you were insane. So instead, you told him you missed a friend and after a little thinking, it clicked for Chifuyu.

At first, he felt a little self-conscious. Was his company not enough? Would he ever live up to what Spiderman had become? But then it clicked, once again, that you had no idea that both Spiderman and Chifuyu were the same person. Plus, you had explained how the person you were talking about had been your first-ever friend when you moved to the city — the melancholy in your voice was enough for him to promise himself he was going to visit you one last time, and maybe if he made up his mind, he would tell you his secret.

But of course, the night he planned to come clean was the night he got into ‘real’ trouble as Spiderman for the first time. Getting ambushed by 7 people at the same time was no joke — Both Kazutora and Baji, the newest member of the ‘man in the chair’ club, had warned him about the dangers of confronting the group of armed men, but he had let his ‘spider-ego’ get in the way of his rational thinking and now every muscle in his body ached as he made his way home.

So in retrospect maybe it hadn't been so bad, his body was just achy achy but other than that and a couple of cuts on his arms and legs he was fine !! And he was still determined to carry out his plan.

But he hadn’t taken into account how exhausted his body truly was. He ended up miscalculating the distance from the neighbouring building to the fire escape.

Thank whatever higher power that your window was wide open because he crashed straight into your apartment, falling right into your coach and knocking over a lamp.

But ! you ! were there ! Glued in place, the movie you were watching still playing in the background and popcorn laying all over the floor

“I love Wall-E!” he exclaimed while dusting himself off and wincing as he raised his arm to point at the tv.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house.”

He winced again when he tried scratching the nape of his neck in embarrassment. He thought you would’ve been a lot happier to see him, maybe jump into his arms and tell him you had missed him so much. Maybe you would even pull his mask up enough for you to kiss him — though thinking about it, the idea didn’t sit well with him. He wanted you to kiss Chifuyu, not Spiderman.

“You’re hurt.” You pointed out once the initial surprise had worn off.

“It's nothing I can't handle, give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be as good as new.” He was proud of himself for the confidence he had exuded with his heroic nonchalance, though he was dying on the inside and most definitely needed to lay down.

“How many minutes?”

“Huh?”

“Until you’re ‘as good as new’, I mean.”

“Um,” he wasn’t prepared for you to question him on his healing factor. It wasn’t exactly something you would ask someone you hadn’t seen in a while — ‘it’s nice to see you again! By the way, how long exactly does it take the cells in your body to regenerate? Just curious, toodles!’. Imagine someone asking you that, wouldn't it be weird? You were weird for asking him that, definitely weirder than the random man who jumped through your window and forced you to spill popcorn all over the ground. “Maybe, uh, 120 minutes for the cuts and then a little over 480 for the rest of my body?”

You looked unimpressed.

“So ten hours in total.”

“I promise it's usually a lot quicker than that, it's just been a rough night.”

When you rolled your eyes at him, he was sure you were gonna kick him out of the apartment — and start locking your windows at night. But instead, you gestured for him to sit down before rummaging through your kitchen cabinet for a white box with a cross on it.

“You a first-aid fan?” he asked when you sat down next to him, cringing at the stupidity of his question.

“All apartments in the building have one.” You brushed off, chuckling, and pulling out some gauze and hydrogen peroxide. He swore he could melt against your touch, the pain of his injuries melting away. And maybe it was the glimpse of a smile, the comfort in the creasing of your eyes, that turned him stupider than he already was.

“Ours doesn’t.”

He joked, forgetting for a minute that the version of him sitting in front of you wasn’t Chifuyu. But as soon as he saw your hands freeze in place, your gaze locking with his in confusion, he could feel the colour drain from his face.

“Wha– what I meant was that my, you know, apartment, which is somewhere that’s not here, because I don’t live here–”

“So you live here.”

“Well, I just said I don’t–”

“And you still couldn’t bother telling me you were going to suddenly disappear.”

“I’m sorry I–”

“You’re unbelievable.” You scooted further away from him, brows furrowed in simmering frustration. “All this time I was worried about you.”

Frustrated, annoyed and pissed off. He had seen you like that before. Annoyed at people who walked too slowly on the street or at men who couldn’t bother moving out of their way, bumping into you because they expected you to move. Pissed off when you received a ‘bad’ grade according to your standards, or when one of your groupmates refused to respond to the group chat even when the project was due the next day.

Frustrated, annoyed and pissed. He had seen you like that before. But never had it been directed at him.

“I understand–”

“No you don’t!” you interrupted him. “If you did, you would’ve said something, and it’s not like it’s hard to put on your costume and climb down a couple of floors to let me know that you were okay.”

“It’s not a costume, it's a super suit…” he trailed off, and you sighed in response, letting yourself fall back against the backrest of the coach. The growing silence between the two of you only fed the tension dense enough to be cut with a butter knife. And it killed you to feel the tangible difference between your previous interactions and what you now thought would be the last one.

He had become a very important person in your life, the first friend you ever had after feeling desperately lonely without your family or friends in a new city. And of course, there was always the possibility of him not feeling the same about you. Maybe you weren’t as important to him as you would’ve liked.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I know I should’ve let you know I wasn't coming as often.”

His voice had curled onto itself. It was strained as it tried to make its way past his throat, like he was trying hard not to choke on his own words. It made your heart ache in return. And maybe it hadn’t been nice for him to just disappear, but he was a superhero for fucks sake. Were you really expecting a super-fucking-hero to make some time in his ‘saving the city’ calendar for you?

You thought he had been unfair, and now you were taking it out on him. Hypocrite; you complained about him not being nice to end up being not so nice yourself.

“I know…I know you’re busy doing hero stuff and all, I'm sorry for snapping at you.” You mumbled, gaze stuck on the ceiling. “And I’m sorry for making fun of your suit.”

He smiled at that, and like a peace offering, you nudged his arm with your hand, asking for permission to help patch him up. It made his cheeks flush underneath the mask, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from squealing at the fluttering in his stomach. It was true that he had been primarily reading action-hero manga and comics, but that didn’t mean his love for shojo was cast aside. Sometimes, he couldn’t help but imagine he was the main character of a romance story, and, in spite of how cheesy it sounded, he really wanted that with you.

“You know, I,” he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He wasn’t sure if it was too soon to be revealing a secret of such magnitude. Especially after the tension that had risen between the two of you. But his goal was not only to apologise but to offer you a proper explanation. “The reason I wasn't coming here as often was, um,”

You stopped dead in your tracks, the gauze soaked in hydrogen peroxide lingering over one of his cuts. Still, you avoided meeting his gaze, eyes stuck on the ripped edges of his suit as if scared of what he was going to tell you.

“It was,” breath in, breathe out. His quickening heartbeat was so loud it wouldn’t allow him to hear what he was saying. Breathe in, breathe out, maybe he couldn’t do this, maybe this was a bad idea. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out, “because I was already over all the time, just not as Spiderman…”

Your head shot up in the blink of an eye, and even he was surprised you hadn’t somehow given yourself whiplash. But never mind that, because the sudden familiarity that flashed through your eyes as you mentally pieced together every single event, clue, hint and theory you had discarded along with the new information you had received, was enough to let him know you recognised who he was.

“You are–”

“Yeah,” he nodded, biting his lip in anticipation. “It’s me–”

“Keisuke.”

“What? No, It’s me, Chifuyu.”

And as if to prove his point, he pulled off his mask, revealing the tousled mess of blond locks and the purple bruises underneath one of his eyes and his lower lip.

He had to hold back a whine at the ruined grand reveal.

“No, I know.” you deadpanned, and he had to hold back a whine at the ruined grand reveal. Had it been any other circumstance, he would’ve felt proud to be mistaken for Baji. But when it was the love of his life doing so, it felt more like a flat-out rejection instead of a compliment.

“Chifuyu,” you called out to him, effectively pulling him out of the self-pity spiral, and pointed at your window. “I mean ‘Keisuke?’”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Baji waved at the two of you from outside, “were you about to kiss?”

“No!” “Not yet.”

“Oh okay, cool,” he shrugged, pointy canines sticking out as he smiled. “You were taking longer than usual, we figured you had gotten in trouble or something.”

“Yeah!” Kazutora poked his head from behind the wall, hair tied in a messy bun. “But then we heard your voice coming from here and we thought we’d check it out.”

“Well, I'm fine, so you two can,” he made a gesture with his head, urging his best friends to leave the two of you alone. “You know, go.”

He hadn’t expected it to work. They weren’t ones to pass on the opportunity to tease anyone, especially him, being the younger of the group and all. But to his surprise, all they had done was send a wave your way with a promise to hang out tomorrow night and left.

Now the two of you alone, all he wanted to do was stare at your face all night while you patched him up because if there was any trope that concocted the perfect mix between action and romance was when someone took care of another person's injuries. And wasn’t it one of the sweetest displays of affection? Just taking care of the one you love? Even though he wasn’t a hundred percent sure you liked him like that, at least he could dream, right?

“Wait,” remembering what you said earlier, it felt like an ice water bucket was poured all over him. Suddenly, the giddiness inside his tummy had returned with full force, and he could feel his cheeks straining with the inkling of a smile. “You said ‘not yet’.”

You hummed in confusion, biting on the inside of your cheek. Sure, Baji and ‘Tora had spared him from the teasing — although one could argue that showing up had been the teasing itself— but you could always make up for it with a sprinkle of intentional obliviousness. “What do you mean?”

“When Baji asked if we had kissed, you said ‘not yet’, does that mean you want to kiss me?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, a cheeky smile on your lips as your fingers traced aimless patterns up his forearm and bicep, to then let your hand rest on his cheek, your thumb caressing the soft skin. “Do I?”

He leaned closer to you, prompted by your touch, and you were quick to follow through, letting your leg rest against his. He looked so cute with his eyes sparkling with excitement, lips parted in contained desperation as he waited for you to say ‘I do’.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, breath mingling with yours, and lips barely brushing against each other. He looked so pretty sitting on your couch, the light of the tv casting shadows on his face, and absolute lovesickness coating every single inch of his body.

You nodded in return, smiling as you basked in the taste of him, the man behind the mask, because even though he had his own waves of doubt, it had always been him.

It would always be Chifuyu for you.

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[monkiebois]

Aight it's been a long hit minute since I sent ya anything (hi hello bye the bye)

Top five favorite facts/bits of lore/ HCs (can be yours or others head canons) of nezha 😁

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ooooh top five facts/bits of lore/ HCs about Nezha. this is gonna be fun~

Powers

youd never guess. but when i first watched through LMK i didnt care for Nezha. not rlly. I always thought he was cool and had a nice design but I didnt really care much for him. But i ALWAYS thought his powers and abilitys were so cool. maybe its my bias for pink characters and powers (i also have a bias for blue) but when i needed a character to do some fighting in my fic i snatched Nezha. and ever since i started writing him i couldnt stop. So honestly i gotta put his cool lookin powers as #1 since its what initially hooked me onto his character. both canon and other power HC's i have.

2. His personality PSA: Im not saying any of this is canon. these are my headcanons.

I love canon Nezha dont get me wrong, but im a little biased to my headcanons. well- more then a little XP. I ADORE sassy traumatized fucked up little guys. LMK Nezha is already sassy as hell, as he should be. he's soooooo traumatized if you read into his mythology. and he's also so POWERFUL.

it's just something about characters who are mainly known for being powerful and unstoppable. a force to be reckoned with. but eventually it's revealed this 'unstopable persona' is actually just a mask they've built. They are no doubt very powerful. but one of the reasons people are so scared of them is bc they've built the reputation so no one hurts them anymore. Nearly always on the defensive and holding their emotions inside so thy don't get hurt anymore. But like we saw in the s3 special with MK can still be gentle and kind.

not only that, but needs that kind of kindness and acceptance in his life. Needs a family that will accept all aspects of him. The good and the bad.

TS Nezha is a hurt kid. Traumatized and honestly kinda lonely. Because there's very few people that know the real him. Even if he trusts other people, there's no guarantee that they will accept the real him without the mask he's created. Kin moment.

that and the fact its very easy to shove him into a found family.

also Autism representation in my HC's. I'm Autistic, and some of his traits are just me projecting my Autism onto him.

3. His white hair.

My favorite lore bit about Nezha is not something a lot of people know about him. In the translation of Investiture of the Gods I own it says he was born with white hair.

Chapter 12 - The birth of Nezha

However, as Yin had a strange dream one night, she suddenly gave birth to this strange child the following morning. With maidens rushing about saying that a demon was present in Yin's chambers, Li Jing immediately rushed forth into her room and cleaved in two a strange fleshy ball that rolled to and fro across the floor. Within the ball emerged a small young child with hair as white as snow with a gleaming golden bracelet on his right wrist.

I have implemented this in my Tangled Star AU but how is spoilers >:3

all im saying is TSNezha and TSMac have something in common~ but thats already saying too much >:3

4. His Design Theres a reason ive only minorly changed his design in my headcanons. Overall i ADORE it. Again im probably biased because of all the pink but I love characters like him. He's got some traditionaly feminine design choices. at least traditionally in the west (Pink, Long hair, the bottom of his armor looks like a skirt). It's very gender. and he's just cute overall. his design is so much fun to draw and my version is even more fun.

Honestly. The guys got my gender. Masc, but confident in wearing some feminine things. He just seems like the kind of guy who'd like wearing dresses and keeping his hair long, but still masc nonetheless. Breaking gender norms as he should.

5. His dynamics with other characters.

I love writing him interacting with other characters. He just clashes so well with the other characters when i write him in my AU's. both positively and negatively. I love writing him in angst, i love writing him in fluff. I just. love putting this guy into situations XD.

his relationship with his found family in tangled star is SO MUCH FUN to write. traumatized little guy who trusts no one but the people he's closest with. and even they are still getting him to open up.

thats...honestly the best way i can describe my top five things about nezha. its hard to explain why i like him and i was just tempted to write

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So be happy you got that much out of me. sorry it got so long but once i start ranting i cant stop. XD

[humbletumblecrudi]

Hi could you possibly do Rook Hunt with a male reader who's sassy and they have a friendly rivarly together that may or may not turn into something more once feelings are caught 👀👀

Oh Anon, this was so fun! I made Reader mutually enjoy hunting Rook, because it's very attractive to have a mutual activity of physically hunting your crush! ◉‿◉ 💛 (PSA: Please don't hunt your crush IRL...)

Writing Notes: Reader is Male, Reader doesn't have to be human (I made a Beastman, Merfolk, Fae, and Human section each), and Reader is also a hunter in some way here!

Warnings: Fem DNI with this work as I will block (only one exception has been made; if you have a Male OC please contact me for an exception), and Reader agreed to being hunted (and Rook agreed too).

＞ Rook Hunt 🏹

This rivalry started most likely because you were a target in his eyes, just like most of the Beastman, Merfolk, Fae, and others at school. 

This is not some cute, friendly rivalry where two men prank or compete honestly with grades: this is Rook Hunt doing what his name suggests… Hunt!

It's a friendly hunting rivalry. Prey versus predator, and such! 

No matter if you're actually a different species then him, or you're just a prominent hunter yourself: you two end up circling each other after you both get too much information on each other and mutually express your curiosities. 

He does not hate you or want you dead, non monsieur! Anything but! (You're far too interesting for him to even consider such!) Do not get him mixed in with poachers or criminal game catchers: he just loves the thrill of a mutual hunt! He never goes for normal people who you could find in modern civilization, but he does try and goed the powerful into a game or two!

Of course, before you: nobody took up his offer or his baiting (has he told you about the time Malleus singed his hair with a fastball to threaten him)! But now… oh, now? He's going to have fun, especially since you answered his teasing by sending a school manufactured arrow into the tree behind him. 

Beastman Reader ― He knows Beastman come in all shapes and sizes of mammals, birds, and reptiles. He's got whistles to annoy Canine Beastman, he has catnip for Feline Beastman, he's got dud light bulbs to annoy Naga, and so on. It's mostly stuff to get you to migrate or move around, nothing that could hurt you. But he's also not taking any chances, and you'll see him often from a distance coming in. 

Merfolk Reader ― Oh, he's not hunted many merfolk in his young years! He's mostly successful on land and not knowing of the sea life: and is willing to try his best, for you! He has nets that can't be cut with teeth and nails for Eels and Crabs, he has plastic rings that cause tangled annoyances for Jellyfish, he has sodium powder to fuck with Octopus and Slugs, and so on. He's more worrying with his teasing of sea creatures, but he's also wearing more protective gear for himself. He really is unaware of sea life other than random things that are poisonous… 

Fae Reader ― He is not on your level and this is more likely to be you teasing him. He can try and sneak up on you, but you're able to smell the cologne he tries masking with nature and musk. He's found himself flipped into the dirt after you've broken the tree he's hiding in or you've sent a gust of wind to clear bushes from sight. My, my… his Fae record for successful hunts is still at 0 with you. 

Human Hunter Reader ― He's going to challenge you and challenge you harder than the others in a way. It's much more sniper versus sniper with paintball rules applied, and he's not going to hold back. You can expect paint pellets to the uniform if you're too sloppy, and he can expect you to shoot his hat off him if he's stagnant. Of course, you've both been scolded by Crowley a few times… but Crewel finds this funny to watch, and Vargas cheers you on often (bad influences, all around).

… Either way, whoever you are, you enjoy this a bit too much. You want to take him down in your mutual game and you pounce him while behind the bleachers of the Spelldrive Savanaclaw. He had dropped his guard just slightly as you used wind magic to throw sand around beneath you, and down you dropped on him…

― You had landed quite harshly upon him and as the dust settled, you pulled yourself up to look down at him. Your hunter's instincts took over as you saw the man below you start to twist and push from the sandy ground. You try to go for his throat, to push him away at a vital area of his body, but he's faster than you and grabs you by your shoulders to bring you down again.

The pulling has you both chest-to-chest and your shaking legs doesn't help your leverage as Rook took your lips on his. The dirt on yours and the slight copper taste on his mixes strangely, but your instincts come alive like a sparking wire…

If you both didn't need oxygen, you'd have devoured his tongue and bitten his lips raw. You two separate and something else is left between you two, and you're almost certain that this feeling was far from friendship. Having Rook below you while interwoven so intimately was far different then shooting potshots at each other across yards of space. It felt…

"Oh… monsieur… mon ange," Rook's eyes slant and he almost grins devilishly before winking. "I could get used to being below you like this. I'm free on Tuesday!"

[kindaorangey]

psa as someone who has all their vaccinations and is currently on day 7 being infected with covid: it sucks! it fucking sucks! wash your hands and wear a mask if you can and for fuck's sake test if you feel ill instead of mingling with other people!

[dirtyglitterr]

ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Neymar Jr x Original Character Summary: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Warnings: Mature Language 

ᴛᴏ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢꜱ

Here I was in Paris, with Stay With Me by Sam Smith blasting, crying my eyes out over my boyfriend—my cheating ass ex-boyfriend that I wasted seven years of my life on. Best of all, he had an affair with my best friend. ex-best friend now. Fuck my life. "Stay with me!" I sang along with Sam, but right before he started to harmonize with my broken heart, it became silent.

I rose up, resting my body on my elbows, and saw Antonella standing with my phone in her hand and a bottle of Casamigos in the other. "How dare you turn off Sam!" I sniffled, and before I knew it, Heartless by The Weeknd came on.

"Never need a bitch; I'm what's needs!" Anto sang, passing the bottle of casamiago my way. I took a huge gulp, my face twisting up as I passed it back to her. Watching her put the bottle to her lips for another swig as she continued dancing to The Weeknd's "Heartless," I couldn't help but laugh. Anto was always the life of the party, never afraid to let loose and have a good time. Despite the chaos that often surrounded her, she had a way of making everything feel right in the moment.

It wasn't long before Georgina came into our room. "You need to get over him!" She yelled, pulling me up from the bed and carefully wiping away the fresh tears on my cheeks, curtesy of Mr. Smith. I knew she was right, but it was easier said than done. Despite everything, I still couldn't shake off the feeling that he was the one for me.

"How do you get over sharing your life with someone for six years?" I sniffled,

"By getting under another, especially if they cheated on you, Mia." Anto cheered, wrapping her arm around my neck and pulling me in for a hug.

"Anto—"

"She's right, Mia; you were always out of his league." Georgina chimed in, saying that from the first time they met him, they never liked him. I guess they tolerated him because of the mask I became a pro at wearing after a while. But now, as I looked at them with tears in my eyes, I realized how much their support meant to me. It was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and I finally felt free to be myself again. "And that other bitch is going to get what's coming to her."

"Eres una persona demasiado increíble y hermosa para que esos idiotas te toquen, Mimi." Anto said sweetly, pressing her lips to the side of my head. While Georgina held my hands in comfort.

Both Georgina and Antonella have been in my life for almost a decade now. I met Anto first through work. I'm an interior designer and was recommended through a mutual friend when she and Lio were in need of redecorating one of their homes in Spain. Naturally, Anto and I bonded over our love for archaeological digest. Probably two years into our friendship, Anto introduced me to George, and the rest is history.

They were romantically involved with the top players in professional soccer, and to say that their lives were over the top would be an understatement. I befriended them because of who they were as people, not because of who their significant others were; they were both just amazing women to be around. If anything, I'm most likely the only one in the friend group who doesn't have a social media anything—other than for work, of course.

Long story short, they were my girls, and as everything went down between Mason and me in New York, I called Anto, who added Gigi to the call. Next thing I knew, I was on the next flight to Paris, with Gigi arriving two hours later and already planning for my revenge. "We need to post a PSA." Georgina smirked, pulling her phone out of her clutch.

"I'm wearing the dress you brought; isn't that enough?" I whined, but Gigi just rolled her eyes.

"No, we need to let everyone know that cheating is not okay and that we stand by our girl," she said, typing furiously on her phone.

Anto chimed in, "And we need to make sure that Mason knows he messed with the wrong group of women. Now pose, baby girl!" Anto cheered, standing next to Gigi. I smiled, feeling grateful for their support.

"I don't even have any socials; this is pointless; it's not like anyone's honing to see this." I sassed with my hand on my hip.

"Oh, trust me, people will see it," Gigi replied with a mischievous grin. "¿Podrías posar?" Gigi ordered and groaned already, knowing it was better to listen or else she'd find a way to turn a single shot into a photo shoot. "Got it!" She smiled, "Now let's go party ladies!"

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After having dinner with the girls, Lio Anto's husband wouldn't stop blowing up our phones and telling us to meet him and the guys at a new rooftop bar that just opened up downtown in Paris. I was still trying to figure out who added him to our group chat. Knowing him, he probably added his ass from Anto's phone without her knowing, and of course we gave in. In our friend group, everyone knew that when Lio and Anto secured the babysitter, it was sure to be a wild night out, and getting blackout drunk was at the top of my list tonight.

As we all arrived at the club, the music was already blasting and the dance floor was packed. I couldn't wait to let loose and forget about all my worries for the night.

Once we arrived, it was a paparazzi frenzy outside the club. I had no idea how they dealt with them constantly knowing where they were at every waking minute. As we were escorted safely in, the music was already blasting and the dance floor was packed. Lio and a few other guys were in the VIP area when we got there. These guys were obviously already a few drinks ahead of us.

When Lio noticed Anto, he came over to greet her and us. "I heard there was a party going on." He smiled and motioned for us to join him. We followed him to a table where the other guys were sitting.

"You piss me off," Georgina sassed crossing her arms over her chest. Here we go, it wouldn't be a normal get together if Gigi and Lio never went at each others necks.

"Ve a llorar con tu madre, ¿vale? You're just jealous because I'm obviously her favorite now, Gigi." He laughed as she rolled her eyes. "Isn't that right, Mimi?" Lio smiled, hanging his arm around my shoulder, while I shook my head in amusement.

"Babe, we spoke about this." Anto chimed in, taking his shot from his fingers and quickly knocking it back. "Mia is our best friend." She said pointing at herself and Gigi.

"I don't see either of you getting her the best spot in one of the hottest clubs in Paris. Not to mention I brought her options to choose from." He said this, waving his hand towards his friends. I peered over his shoulder, and he damn sure wasn't lying. The only one I recognized was Sergio; the other two were new faces, but they all looked equally stylish and confident as the rest of our group. I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated, but I didn't want to show it. After all, I was there to have a good time and make some new friends.

"You're unbelievable, Lionel." Gigi laughed as she made her way over to greet the guys.

"It's good to see you again, Mia." Lio said to me, smiling warmly.

I returned the smile, feeling a little more at ease. "It's good to see you too, Lio. Who are your friends?" I asked, trying to sound casual. Lio introduced me to the two new guys,

"This is Charles Leclerc and Lewis Hamilton. They're both professional race car drivers." I was impressed and a little intimidated, but I tried to hide it. "I know how much you like fast cars and whatnot. So I thought you might enjoy meeting them," Lio said with a grin. As if silently confirming his spot in the group chat chain. I didn't know how much Lio actually paid attention during our conversations; not even Anto and Gigi knew of the hots I had for both of these men. But now that they were standing in front of me, I couldn't deny the attraction. I needed to play it cool, now that I can do. Hopefully.

Charles and Lewis both smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you both," I said, extending my hand for a handshake. Charles and Lewis both smiled and greeted me with a kiss on both cheeks, which caught me off guard.

Serigo soon came over, giving me a bear hug per usual, "Mama Mia!"

"I missed you too, Sergi." I smiled.

"Anto told me what that fucker did, and with your best friend of all people—"

"Sergio, she's here to feel better, not reminisce." Anto snapped, dragging me to her side.

His eyes widened as he reached down, picking up two shots from the table. "Right, right, sorry, how about a shot?" He said, hand one to Anto and me. "It'll help you forget about that asshole" He added as he poured one for the others.

I raised my glass and said, "Let's toast to new beginnings. To tonight." We clinked our glasses together and downed the shots, feeling a warmth spread through our bodies.

"It's your single party; you need to take another for good luck, Mia." Sergio smiled, passing me another shot.

I smiled, deciding to go for it. "Fuck it, one more won't hurt," I said, grabbing the shot glass and raising it up. "To new beginnings," I repeated before downing the second shot as they all cheered me on.

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[niobiumao3]

I am finally feeling less dead. I should be able to start writing again tomorrow.

So just so it's clear Covid is still fucking terrible and you should not get it!!! WEAR MASKS, GET THE BOOSTER!

This has been a PSA from personal horrific experience.

[chitcharlie]

Hey quick PSA if you're thinking about going to work sick:

a) please don't

b) at least wear a mask so others don't catch anything from you

I am sick AGAIN and it was so fucking avoidable but of course the idea of going to work while sick is deeply rooted in Poles

[crowpocrypha]

I had to explain today why it is integral for all people (regardless of sex or gender) to shave their face if they intend on wearing gas masks.

So, a PSA:

Remember, your equipment is only as good as you let it be, and it's imperative that you shave your face to allow your gas mask or respirator to fully seal.

(Cough cough fear state scarecrow and his fucking stubble.)

Gas will enter where there is the least resistance and even peach fuzz might keep your mask from sitting against your face perfectly, which can allow gas to bypass the filters on your respirator.

So, guys, gals, and non-binary pals:

Remember to shave if you're wearing a gas mask or respirator, so that you can be 100% certain your not breathing in that sweet sweet poisonous gas you villainous fucks are concocting.

Remember to always wear goggles, gloves, and other protective gear when working with harmful chemicals! (Even cleaning chemicals! They can be dangerous, especially when mixed together.)

Is that good? I think that's good.

Be safe out there, and always be conscious of your household chemicals and other chemicals you might come into contact with.

[thesaltyace]

Soooo y'all might wanna wear masks at Ren Faire to prevent inhaling stupid amounts of dust.

Been super congested for a week. Tested negative for covid thrice at home, tested negative for covid/flu/RSV at urgent care. No symptoms except severe congestion. Conclusion: inhaling lots of dust at Ren Faire evidently fucks you up.

One steroid shot later, I bought a personal steam inhaler to help ease the misery of congestion.

Y'all I love this thing so much.

It came with a sample of the Vicks vapor pad strip or whatever to use in with it, and this is the first deep relief I've had in a week.

I might stay glued to the table all day to use this. It's heavenly. I can b r e a t h e.

So uh, this is your PSA to wear a face mask at Ren Faire as much as possible. And especially on windy days and near the jousting arena. And if you keep your mask on your wrist or otherwise exposed to the air when not wearing it, consider putting in your pocket instead so it doesn't collect dust inside and out.

Because inhaling dust is Not Good For You™! 👍

[neon-tethys]

Redraw. also this is still 200% relevant wear a goDDAMN MASK.

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Acute Covid-19 is not only a lung disease, but significantly affects the vascular and coagulation systems

My lab has found significant microclot formation in long Covid patients. Unfortunately, these are missed in routine blood tests

One of the biggest failures during the Covid-19 pandemic is our slow response in diagnosing and treating long Covid. As many as 100 million people worldwide already suffer from long Covid. That staggering number will eventually be much higher, if we take into account that diagnoses are still inadequate, and that we still do not know what the impact of Omicron and future variants will be.

Patients with long Covid complain of numerous symptoms, the main ones being recurring fatigue and brain fog, muscle weakness, being out of breath and having low oxygen levels, sleep difficulties and anxiety or depression. Some patients are so sick that they cannot work or even walk a few steps. There is possibly also an elevated risk of stroke and heart attacks. One of the biggest sources of concern is that even mild and sometimes asymptomatic initial Covid-19 infection may lead to debilitating, long-term disability.

Since early 2020, we and other researchers have pointed out that acute Covid-19 is not only a lung disease, but actually significantly affects the vascular (blood flow) and coagulation (blood clotting) systems.

A recent study in my lab revealed that there is significant microclot formation in the blood of both acute Covid-19 and long Covid patients. With healthy physiology, clots may form (for instance, when you cut yourself). However, the body breaks down the clots efficiently by a process called fibrinolysis.

Acute Covid-19 is not only a lung disease, but significantly affects the vascular and coagulation systems

In blood from patients with long Covid, persistent microclots are resistant to the body’s own fibrinolytic processes. We found high levels of various inflammatory molecules trapped in the persistent microclots, including clotting proteins like plasminogen, fibrinogen and Von Willebrand factor (VWF), and also Alpha-2 antiplasmin (a molecule that prevents the breakdown of microclots).

The presence of persistent microclots and hyperactivated platelets (also involved in clotting) perpetuates coagulation and vascular pathology, resulting in cells not getting enough oxygen in the tissues to sustain bodily functions (known as cellular hypoxia). Widespread hypoxia may be central to the numerous reported debilitating symptoms.

So why can long Covid patients not go to their nearest clinic or health care practitioner to find treatment options? Currently there are no general pathology tests readily available to diagnose these patients.

Desperately ill patients are told that their pathology test results are within normal/healthy ranges. Many are then told that their symptoms are possibly psychological and they should try meditation or exercise. The main reason the traditional lab tests do not pick up any of the inflammatory molecules is that they are trapped inside the fibrinolytic-resistant microclots (visible under a fluorescence or bright-field microscope, as our research has shown). When the molecular content of the soluble part of the plasma is measured, the inflammatory molecules, including auto-antibodies, are simply missed.

More than a million of us are suffering with long Covid – yet still it’s not taken seriously Joanna Herman Read more

Preliminary results indicate that treatments such as antiplatelet and anticoagulation regimens have shown promising results in long Covid cases, provided there is careful professional monitoring of any danger of bleeding that might be caused by taking these medications. In addition to that, so-called Help (heparin-induced, extracorporal, lipoprotein/fibrinogen, precipitation) apheresis – in which microclots and inflammatory molecules are filtered out in a dialysis-style treatment – may also have positive outcomes for patients. (See a recent BBC interview with Dr Beate Jaeger and Dr Asad Khan.)

We urgently need to invest in more research and clinical trials to better understand and further confirm the link between abnormal blood clotting, hypoxia and vascular dysfunction in patients with long Covid. Even those without long Covid could benefit from such research, as symptoms noted in long Covid patients show many similarities to those seen in chronic and viral-related illnesses including myalgic encephalomyelitis/chronic fatigue syndrome (ME/CFS) – another disease that has been dismissed as “psychological” for decades. Just because we have not yet identified a biomarker for long Covid does not mean biomarkers do not exist. We just need to look harder.

Resia Pretorius is the head of department and a distinguished research professor in the physiological sciences department, faculty of science, Stellenbosch University, South Africa

[glittergroovy]

[justdickingabout]

Please wear a mask in public to protect yourself and OTHERS.