#and i think especially now when the world is unbearable for so many reasons and people turn to these spaces for comfort

[theghostofashton]

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[mourn-and-watch]

no but essek's abnormal behaviours in the last arc and especially in episode 140 are my roman empire. which is ironic because aeor is something of a roman empire itself. but in all seriousness, it was the episode that made me realise i love essek and his development so much and it kinda summarised it even before caleb's epilogue.

and i mean the "it's not fair" scene specifically. it's like, an epitome of his whole character progression from a person who put An Objectively Important Goal above all else without hesitation to someone who can't help but care for people around even more than his goal, no matter how big and relevant it is.

the mighty nein - and he alongside them - pretty much saved the world and freed an ancient city from thousand-year-long suffering. they defeated nine extremely powerful menacing entities who managed to stay out of everyone's sight for years and were so close to achieving their goal and dooming exandria in the process. they did the impossible and became heroes and somehow, they survived, even though they had bidden farewells a couple of hours ago because they had already understood what they had been facing. and nevertheless. they made it.

and none of them was celebrating.

mighty nein are basically essek's only friends. he knew them to be very unusual people, to put it lightly, loud and stubborn and completely inescapable once they consider you to be one of their own. and they showed him so much kindness and put so much faith in him, they were here playing the most atrocious music ever and digging clay in his backyard for a spell they invented just to help one of theirs and asking him if he could bring them pastries the day after they found out he was lying to them and had started a war. they were chaotic and weird and sometimes unbearable but most importantly they were carrying so much hope with them all this time - a hope they could end the war, a hope they could stop the angel of irons cult, a hope they could get better, a hope he could get better, and now, finally, that they could save their lost friend.

and that hope shattered, just like that, the moments after they'd already made the impossible. they saved so many souls - and then could not get back just that one.

for essek "my intentions were never good they were important" thelyss it just. shouldn't have mattered. they won. it could have been worse. people die and when they die they rarely come back. they should've been happy everyone else barely made it alive.

but for some reason, mighty nein being so defeated after they saved the world exposed him to that overwhelming feeling of injustice and unfairness. and i mean, there were many things essek considered to be unfair, but when i watched his first appearance and his interactions with mighty nein later on til their reunion in aeor arc, i wouldn't dare to guess that one of the things on that list would be something that personal. and personal not even to him.

the thing is, essek didn't even know who that guy was. why mighty nein cared about him so much. he had an idea, i guess, that he was their friend once, or someone in that body was. it was also a person who wanted to unleash a terrifying horrific aberration onto the material plane. it was a person very dedicated to killing essek and his friends - and they still didn't take any pleasure in fighting him. essek didn't feel strongly about lucien or molly, because he never knew them.

i don't think he mourned his death and failed resurrection. he mourned mighty nein's hope, the one they put in him when they had no reason to, the one they offered yasha in the cathedral and the one they kept after the spell for veth failed and the one they carried til the very end because they wanted it to reach molly. they had saved people with this hope. they had saved nations. they had saved the world. but they ended up feeling like it hadn't even been worth anything.

how desperate would it feel, witnessing people who for some reason always saw good in you when they absolutely shouldn't, who made literal miracles out of nothing, who ended wars and fought gods and tricked the hags and freed cities from horrors beyond anyone's comprehension purely because they thought it was the right thing to do and also loved their friends this much, silently crying over a dead body they couldn't bring back to life? how desperate would it feel to realise that with all your knowledge about time you dedicated your life to and threw away any principles for, you can't undo this? no one can. some things are left to fate alone and this time it wasn't kind to them. no matter how much good they did, they still got slapped in the face.

and it was, i think, such a genuine moment of empathy. like, essek is the character who prefers to put up a facade and act distant and self-composed but this time he just. walked away unable to watch this. the could only say to fjord that it wasn't fair. even when he was caught off guard in nicodranas he was able to explain himself and his motives to an extent even though he was a nervous wreck whose extra important plan went to hell the second the only people he cared about appeared. this time he had nothing to elaborate on. it just wasn't fair. it wasn't fair his friends didn't get what they wanted the most. it wasn't fair he couldn't do anything to make it right.

it is such a sad and beautiful and even cathartic scene because it is about person who started a war that destroyed so many lives - and then met this ragtag group of weirdos who saw a lonely stand-offish guy and said "hey, let's be friends!" and didn't even wait for him to answer. he saw them being serious and calculated and he saw them being ridiculous and extremely stupid, he saw their mistrust to outsiders and their loyalty to each other, he made spells with them and paid a visit to their hot tub, he ate their stale pastries and drank their hot chocolate mixed with whiskey, he was welcomed amongst them and in their wonderful home, both in xhorhas before they even found out what he had done and in the tower when they already knew - and then, he saw them mourning their loss, defeated and helpless, and he, a person who believed there were things more important than whole nations, let alone just one life, couldn't help but share the pain they felt. a pure display of compassion from someone who detached himself from it, who didn't believe he could grow into a better person capable of it again, but became one nonetheless without even realising it

[saerins]

─── 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘

+ gojo satoru x f!readsr | wc 1.8k | content: fluff, slight angst, manga spoilers, friends to lovers, geto is mentioned a lot here, i’m too lazy to proofread !!

notes: i caved , couldn’t help it , i love him and i miss him and i can’t wait for s2 !!! first time writing gojo plus this is word vomit i don’t actually know where i was going with this help :’)

summary: gojo has loved you forever, since back then—and now neither of you can hold back anymore.

“gojo satoru, you’re insane!”

for any normal guy, that’d probably be an insult. but not for this guy, no, because gojo satoru is not normal. he’s anything but. he’s the pinnacle of power in the jujutsu world. has been ever since he was little.

at least, that’s what you came to understand. thanks to suguru.

it’s as if gojo can sense what you’re thinking of, as though he can teleport himself inside that teeny tiny little crevice in your mind and pick out the information he wants. you’re never safe from him, because he always knows what you’re thinking.

it isn’t exactly a bad thing, but sometimes it scares you. being easy to read has never felt so disappointing. not for yourself, no. but because what upsets you, what you try not to think about all the time, is what upsets gojo too.

suguru’s death. his absence.

you wonder if gojo ever took suguru here too, teleported him to the top of the highest skyscraper in tokyo. you wonder if suguru liked the view. then you start to wonder if you could’ve been more for him, whether there was something you could’ve done to be enough.

it’s been a couple years now, and you’d think you would get a little better. but you’re starting to think you never will be. and it’s not like you and suguru were together, no. but you used to dream of it.

you see, you and suguru connected on many of the same levels. but then suguru strayed, and it seemed like the boy you once had eyes for became someone else entirely.

“why the long face?” gojo asks, settling next to you, sitting on the edge of the building where he teleported you to just seconds ago, legs dangling over impending death if any were to fall. well, as long as they didn’t have gojo satoru with them.

old you would’ve seen this as an intrusion. but as it is, gojo has always been there for you. maybe not for selfless reasons, maybe because suguru’s departure didn’t just leave you with a deep scar. you imagine it must be much worse for gojo. because as invincible as he is, even the strongest sorcerer has his weaknesses.

suguru happened to be one of them.

maybe, as much as you need him, maybe gojo satoru needs you too.

he’s been unbearably close most of the time, especially when he’s in the country. and when he’s not, he annoys you consistently over the phone whenever he’s free. and even when he’s not, and then you’re talking to gojo while the monsters are wailing in the background.

gojo’s not very serious most of the time. that’s just the way he is. (he gets very scary when he is serious, but you don’t want to get into that.) mostly he makes jokes about anything and everything, but right now—you turn to look at him, beautiful oceanic eyes hidden by that blindfold—you don’t know which version you’re going to get.

over the years, you’d gotten close to gojo too. enough to know his sweet tooth, enough to know his deep guilt towards suguru. and somehow, after the longest time of only looking at suguru that way, you find yourself questioning what this invisible something between you and gojo is.

not his infinity.

“you ever wonder what life would be like if you weren’t born for this?” you ask, because lately you’ve been feeling this way, feeling like you want to run away from here, run away from this… world.

for a moment, you wish you could be a normal citizen, ignorant to the woes of having to deal with curses, with the woes of having to watch people you know leave this plane far too soon.

you feel gojo’s finger brushing against yours, something that always catches you off guard because he rarely lets his infinity down. your pinkies are intertwined now, and you feel the butterflies forming in your stomach.

“you mean if i didn’t have the six eyes?” gojo grins, and you find yourself wanting to see beyond his blindfold. he rarely takes it down, and you can’t remember the last time you’d seen his eyes.

but you control yourself.

a nod, and gojo hums, contemplating. “if i was a normal guy,” he begins, looking heavenward, and you wonder what he’s really thinking. you don’t have his talent. “i’d hope i was rich.”

you laugh, mirroring his position. “and why would you wanna be rich?”

then, gojo turns back to you, his grin turning into a gentle smile, “so that i could escape with you, take you all around the world with me.”

you find yourself wishing it was true. that he’s a normal guy, and you’re a normal girl. hell, maybe suguru would still be around if it was that way. then you wouldn’t have to spend your time worrying about whether curses would take over the city, wouldn’t go to bed wondering if gojo made it safely back home.

gojo satoru is the strongest sorcerer, yes. but you can’t stop the worries from festering. you can’t stop from thinking that maybe there’s an evil in this world you haven’t seen that’s strong enough to take him away from you too.

after all, when they managed to seal gojo in that box, you thought you’d never see him again. you’ve never felt so powerless, being as weak of a sorcerer as you are, barely being able to help anyone, what more gojo satoru.

“going on an eternal holiday with you all over the world, huh? sounds perfect.”

because it is. because maybe after all this time, after all gojo has done for you—be there for you, become your distraction, become your best friend—maybe you’re ready to let go of what you almost had with suguru after all.

you have someone here, right next to you, who’s perfectly capable of making your heart skip beats and taking care of you even during the times you most feel like shit. sure, he can’t be around all the time, it just comes with the job—but he’s always there when it matters. and you think that’s enough.

gojo thinks you’re beautiful in this light, he doesn’t regret bringing you here. can’t say the same for you though, because he’s been teleporting you all around japan today—you’ve been especially mopey lately. and because it’s been ages since he’s spent time like this with you.

he missed you. a lot.

after all, he’s been in love with you ever since he was eighteen. he’s been attracted to you ever since he met you. but back then you had eyes for his best friend, so he bottled all his feelings up.

but then everything with suguru happened way too fast, leaving you heartbroken, apart from gojo himself. and maybe it was selfish of him but you were the only other person he could throw himself on that would be of any use for the heartache he didn’t want.

he wanted you to lean on him, and he wanted to lean on you too.

is he wrong for wondering if, after all this time, you’re ready to let go of whatever it was with suguru?

“satoru,” you call, and gojo flinches slightly at the contact between your fingers and his cheek. you have two fingers on his blindfold. “can i?”

honestly, he’d let you do anything if you asked. he keeps his happy-go-lucky facade up, grinning and baring his teeth, “go ahead.”

the way you take off his blindfold is painfully slow, like you’re careful about treading on this line, afraid that you’d cross some sort of boundary. but he’s always wanted you to, eagerly, patiently waiting for you.

it’s been over ten years now, and his feelings for you are still the way they’ve always been. you’ve always been special, you are.

you tie his blindfold around your wrist; you can keep it for all he cares. he wants to give you his shirts too, wants to see you covered in everything that’s his. is that too much?

his white lashes flutter slowly as you lean in, his breathing getting shallower the closer you are—you can feel his breath against your lips and you’re sure he’s using his infinity to surround you, to make sure you don’t fall. physically. but you think he wants you to fall, for him.

and you’re too weak to deny it any longer.

you want to let yourself fall into it, into gojo satoru, no matter how dangerous it may be and no matter how much weaker you are in comparison. that’s why your lips press against his, and you’re right, because he kisses you back, with urgency, with his tongue prying your lips apart and his heads on the back of your neck pulling you closer.

satoru pulls you in, lets you straddle him on the edge, asks for more when you pull away. his “no, no, no, don’t go,” so needy, whiny—it’s almost like you can feel his yearning from ever since a decade ago.

when satoru finally lets you pull back, his lips shiny from your touch, the blue in his eyes sparkle against the sunlight and you chuckle, pulling the bangs of his hair backwards, admiring how childlike he looks right now.

“you’re so pretty, satoru.”

he cocks a brow, smirking. “you’re one to talk,” because he thinks you’re the prettiest thing he ever laid eyes on. to gojo, you’re everything that’s good; he wants to have you, keep you, love you, he’ll fucking spoil you silly, he doesn’t care.

now that he knows you reciprocate? he’ll make sure he protects you even more now, makes sure that he’ll make time for you whenever possible. this means he gets to be with you, rest with you, be around you—if he’s being too much you’ll tell him off anyway, that’s how you are.

he likes you the way you are. he always has.

now he gets to love you.

fuck, he’s excited.

“i’m never gonna let you go, you know that?” satoru tells you, grinning, boyish and innocent, because he’s only ever been able to fully let his guard down around you. only you.

it’s infectious; you’re falling. and you like it. it feels like you’re on cloud nine, like you’re floating, like he’s—like he’s fucking carrying you while you’re falling from the top of the skyscraper because he’s still the same gojo satoru who’s cheeky as hell and loves to get under your skin.

you scream and punch him on his chest continuously, not that it hurts him. he’s laughing, that devil. then he teleports you both to the ground instead, still laughing. tears form at the corners of your eyes—you’re pouting, and god you’re so beautiful.

“don’t be scared, baby, i told you i’m never gonna let you go,” he winks and you punch him, hard. he winces this time.

“gojo satoru, you’re fucking insane. i hate you.”

“you’re a horrible liar, baby.”

you are. because you love him. dearly. no matter how infuriating he is sometimes.

you roll your eyes. “you’re lucky i like you, satoru.”

he grins, because yes, he knows. he knows he’s lucky. and he’ll make sure he keeps this luck, forever.

[margaretoakgrove]

Caring Lord Heisenberg

First of all, let me to wholeheartedly congratulate you on being one of the luckiest people in the world!

Yes, that's right, you have automatically become one since that very moment when the heart of lord Heisenberg himself chose you as his only one beloved.

And despite of the tough personality and rough exterior of this man he is, actually, quite kind, caring, gentle and attentive within the soul and will do literally anything to see a genuine smile of happiness on your face.

You will probably not hear him saying "i love you" hundred times a day because, not going to lie, Karl is not very good at expressing his feelings with words, but he will definitely always find many other different ways to show how deeply he really cares for you.

On daily basis the lord lavishly compliments your outward look, making your cheeks redden like two ripe tomatoes, and persistently encourages you not to give up on your cherished dreams but devotedly follow them no matter how difficult that is, this way helping the wings of your soul remain unfolded.

All needs of yours Karl is very well aware of and always ready to help you out to entirely fulfill each and every one of them. He buys your favorite beverages and food from the Duke, even without paying attention to the prices; masterly unnoticeably steals breathtaking books from the rich library of lady Dimitrescu, makes Donna special orders for her to sew new clothes to your liking and asks Moreau for all necessary and qualitative medicines when you are in a poor state of health.

Speaking of your health, it is extremely important for the lord for you to stay well as much as possible and for this reason, knowing his habit of smoking like a chimney, Karl avoids puffing cigars near with you.

Making jewellery of metal has now turned into Heisenberg's new little hobby in his spare of work time. He enjoys sitting in one of his workshops in a calm atmosphere, painstakingly designing and creating another trinket, at the same time quietly humming some nice melodic song and vividly imagining how doubtlessly glad you will be to receive one more peculiar handmade gift from him.

Sometimes because of an especially unpleasant family gathering or an unsuccessful experiment, the blood within the man's veins begin to boil out of irritation and pure anger. Remembering how highly sensetive by nature you really are, Karl politely asks you to leave him for some time alone in order to cool his jets and be able to think straight as he desires not one bit to accidentally snap at you and break your fragile heart.

For Heisenberg there is nothing more unbearable than to watch his darling cry. Therefore when your precious eyes start filling with bitter tears of sadness, the lord, as if on autopilot, gives you a firm yet gentle hug. Carefully and caringly stroking your hair and back, your beloved tenderly soothes you, assuring that everything is certainly going to be alright because he is always here…with you…

When you wish to take a slow stroll in a forest or simply around the village, usually Karl gladly joins you, serving you as a loyal and reliable defender. But at thouse moments when he, unfortunately, cannot come together with you, being too busy with working on his projects, the lord sends a pack of lycans in order for them to protect you from every ill-wisher and each potential danger during your walk. Don't worry! These fluffy guys just look so intimidating, but Heisenberg trained them too well, and, believe me, they will never dare to cause you any harm.

At the restless nights of your life when you, being attacked by a bunch of poisonous anxious thoughts, try to desperately fall asleep, almost constantly tossing and turning in the bed, the strong arms of your beloved wrap around you even more tighter than usual. Pulling you closely to his sturdy wide chest, Karl softly and gently caresses your tensed body, placing simultaneously little loving kisses on your face, neck and shoulders, from time to time speaking into your ear very pleasant amazing things in a whisper until you feel absolutely relaxed and sleepy.

Closing your eyes and sinking into the land of sweet peaceful dreams, inwardly you sincerely thank the Universe for allowing you to love this incredible man and to be loved by him tenfold back, feeling with all your heart that, in fact, only he and he alone is everything you have ever truly wanted and everything you have ever so badly needed.

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚆𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂

description: In which Denmark's star girl in swimming has always been very outgoing, which has always made her so popular, especially when she talks about her crushes...

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sofia lundgaard x female reader

disclaimer: I am in now way saying sofia is bi-sexual or lesbian, this is all fiction

warnings: language, bad google translation, also just fluff

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interview

"Hi y/n, welcome to London!" Marie, the interviewer said.

"Thank you! I am really enjoying looking around." y/n said smiling, her bright smile as sweet as always as they got straight into the interview.

"Well, obviously you are wonderous, three golds at the Worlds already this year, I mean being 19 and so talented, what is that like?" Marie asked.

"Very, very stressful." y/n said with a laugh and the group watching her laughed a little too.

"I bet." Marie nodded.

"I think also, because I am naturally quite a happy person, it seems to have shown during interviews and cameras so now I feel like I cannot be angry or upset, because everyone expects something else from me." y/n explained and Marie nodded.

The interview continued for a bit, until Marie got to her final section, smiling at the young girl who hadn't stopped making the room chuckle since she stepped foot in it.

"And finally, we know you are a big football fan, you have talked about it a lot, who is your favourite player?" Marie asks.

"I think that such a hard question because I like so many players for so many reasons, but I mean Sofie Lundgaard, she's fantastic. Also, pretty, Sofie, I'm single." y/n said.

She looked toward the second camera as she spoke, making everyone laugh again before the interview wrapped up.

"Oh my! She knows who I am?" Sofie asks as she looks up from the video, tearing her eyes from the stunning girl as Rachel snorted, used to the Danish girl's obsession with the swimmer.

"Yep." Yana grins, popping the 'p' with her lips.

"Great, she'll be unbearable now." Missy sighs as the group walk out to warm up on the pitch, Sofie stuck her tongue out at her friend, leaving over to push her when Yana spat out some water.

Both Missy and Sofie shrieked, jumping out of the way but Yana was focussed on something in the stands, and when Sofie and Missy turned they both gasped.

y/n was sat happily in the stands, talking to one of her friends who must have come over from Denmark with her for the few days of interviews she had.

Sofie's eyes had doubled in size as she took in the gorgeous girl, smooth skin and sweet dimples which had appeared as she threw her head back, laughing at her friend.

"Come on love bird." Missy sighed and Sofie tore her eyes away as they began to run.

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username1: is anyone at the Liverpool women game rn cause Sofie just looked at y/n like she was an angel and I am freaking out because of it

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username2: AND THEY WAY y/n is looking at her? Like she's so amazing... I am going to cry this is so cute

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username3: AND AFTER Y/N'S INTERVIEW??????

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username4: Sofie better shoot her shot, or I will do it for her!

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username5: We don't know if Sofie is even into it though???

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y/n just one chance, please...

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username1: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH 😂😂😂

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username2: no shame

daniels_yana: @sofiielundgaard...

username3: Sofie was a bit quick to like there

username4: y/n is so cute omg 😭😍😍

username5: the way she was cheering in game was so cute i wanted to cry !!!

username6: I spoke to her during half-time and SHE WAS SO SWEET and gave me some gum! 🥹

username7: not even trying to hide it! 😭

y/f/n: she cried when we got back to the hotel, she was too excited...

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y/n: stfu 😑

liverpoolwfc: Thank you for your support! Loved having you!! ❤️

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y/n: Thanks for the invite! ❤️

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username8: Liverpool admin tryna love island it up???

sofiielundgaard: Tak for din støtte! Helt sikkert hjulpet!

thanks for your support! Definitely helped!

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y/n: elskede at se jer alle!

loved watching you all

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sofiielundgaard: xxx

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username9: OMG

username10: this girl forgets she is a public figure and I love it so much 😂

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Sofie sat laughing with her teammate Yana as they answered questions for an interview which would go on the Youtube channel, Yana grinning evilly when asked what Sofie liked to watch as a test of their friendship.

"Sofie here is really into her swimming, you, patriot for Denmark and all that." Yana grins. "Though, with how many competitions of a certain Denmark swimmer she watches, I don't know... Maybe it's not the swimming." Yana hums.

"Shut up!" Sofie hisses but the crew had already begun to laugh, causing Sofie to groan and throw her head against the table with a thump.

Yana grins evilly at the camera before feeling a little bad for the blonde and rubbing her back kindly as Sofie leans back up and sighs.

"What can I say? I love my home country." She hums and this again causes everyone to burst out laughing.

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username1: The way this plot thickens with every turn!

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username2: Sofie admitting she likes watching swimming then Yana being an angel and spilling the true tea

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username3: loveeeee Yana sm omg 😍😂

username4: I did feel bad for Sofie though, she looked so embarrassed 😩

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username5: yeah same...

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username6: She will have let them put that in tho, like they would have removed it if she really wanted

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username5: VERYYYYY true 😶

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y/n took a deep breath in, her limbs weightless as they floated around her, the swimmer took another deep breath before pushing of the wall and beginning to swim down toward the other side.

The pool she had found was not busy, maybe because it was half six on a Sunday morning. But y/n could never go a few days without swimming, the water was more home than ground was.

y/n did several lengths before she came to a stop, head popping up before she pushed herself underneath the water, using the side to hold her underneath.

The world quietened and blurred above her, the water for that minute, kept her safe. However, she hadn't taken a deep enough breath for longer than a minute and a half, and so pushed herself back up and to sit on the side.

y/n sat quietly, regulating her breath once more as she watched her feet in the water, her braided hair now heavy against her suit clad back.

It was only after a minute, did y/n realise she was no longer alone. She turned her head, looking in the next lane, where to her surprise, Sofie Lundgaard was, head lent back and eyes shut as she floated for a moment in the water.

Her muscled shoulder tensed as she kept herself afloat, and y/n suddenly felt very hot as she lowered herself back into the water to try and ignore the woman beside her.

"Ingen er her normalt på dette tidspunkt." Sofie hummed as she looked back up.

no one is usually here at this time.

"Jeg bliver stort set sindssyg, hvis jeg ikke svømmer i et par dage." y/n admitted with a soft laugh.

I pretty much go insane if I don't swim for a few days.

"Really?" Sofie asked, not overly aware she had slipped into English.

"Yeah, more at home in the water than on land mum used to say." y/n smiled softly relaxing back, her eyes darted up to the clock, showing 6:48.

Sofie and y/n didn't talk much for the new few minutes, an occasional comment or question with an answer would be thrown, but for a bit they just swam side by side, enjoying the feeling of one another's company.

When the clock hit 7:30, y/n sighed and slid up the pool side. Sofie gulped and looked away from the muscled arms which tensed as they pushed y/n from the water.

y/n smiled at Sofie, nodding as she grabbed her towel and walked toward the changing rooms, but as she went to leave the room she changed her mind.

"Would you like to get breakfast?" y/n asked as she turned to face Sofie.

"Thought you would never ask." The blonde grinned and pushed herself out of the water as well.

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y/n hummed as she prepared for her final race of the day, it was just a friendly, Denmark's best against each other, but that did not mean she was not prepared.

She had gotten back to Denmark a week ago, after spending three weeks in London, a trip which had lengthened for no specific reason.

She heard the call, the shot and then she dived as soon as she hit the water, y/n knew, she knew she had won, because she was away suddenly.

She pulled ahead, a good few strokes from everyone else, she turned and pushed again, knowing this one was only two lengths. Which after a week of long racing was nice to think.

She pulled ahead further, the commentator shocked as anything as she slammed her hand on the wall, sighing in relief as she pulled herself up, shocked at the way her coach had paused.

"Hvad?" She asked him.

what?

"Hvad?" She asked again, pulling a towel around her body to keep her warm. Her coach just turned her body and pointed to two letters next to her name.

DR

Danish Record.

y/n let out a yell of shock, her fellow swimmers running over to congratulate her as she slammed her hand over her mouth, eyes trying to find someone, who once they had been found grinned wildly.

y/n grinned back, looking briefly at the pool before grabbing her coach and fellow swimmers, the group all jumping in, her coach slightly begrudgingly.

Breaking records was something y/n had been doing from the age of 14, and every time she did, she would jump into the pool. But y/n had just been thrown into today's race as a back up, almost as a joke.

Because breaststroke was not her stroke, but she had somehow just broken a Danish record with it. How? She didn't know nor care as she and her fellow swimmers sunk into the waves of blue, being watched by a very proud blonde.

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sofiielundgaard You know, I don't think I watch swimming for the sport... 🤷‍♀️

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kay bois, struggled with this one, won't lie - so what do you we think???

love ya'll!

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Queenie!

[raidenenthusiast]

obviously fu hua n otto's partnership is completely transactional on the surface but i really like to think about it in different emotional lights bc it's just so. yeah.

hua is an incredibly straight shooter, in part due to how long she's been alive, n she lives with this constant aching loneliness n the burden of immortality she must shoulder alone. regardless of whether she makes friends in her time in the current era, she knows she will always lose them eventually, doomed to outlive them and continue marching forward. her duty is most important to her, but that doesn't mean her heart is made of stone. although she's been alive for almost 50,000 years, she was only seventeen when she initially stopped aging.

n then u have otto. a flawed, corrupted, flippant mortal who only stumbled upon the means to prolong his life in hopes to eventually use the experience gained to return kallen to the world of the living. every word he speaks has a different, secret motive behind it, every deal he cuts hides an ultimatum. selfish n arrogant, juxtaposed against hua's selfless nature. his active attempts to bury his own feelings (unrelated to how successful they are) prove his dedication to his cause; a cause he would do anything to achieve. a cause he CHOSE.

although they have so many oppositions to each other, there's a lot of similarities, too. a long life that acts as a means to an end. a deep, unbearable loneliness n grief. loss at the hands of the honkai.

i think otto n fu hua's relationship is so interesting bc of how they interact with each other through their respective narratives. hua, the chosen celestial, the immortal heralded to guide humanity into their next phase of existence. vs otto, the false savior, self appointed and with selfish motives, imposing himself upon humanity in order to bring to them what he believes will be their salvation (kallen).

i also think despite hua's maturity n experience, otto can see beyond that. not for any positive reasons; i'm confident that her identity deep down being that of a lonely, vulnerable girl made it all the easier for him to rope her into his scheme. it comes down to his ability to assess the people around him and use them as he sees most beneficial.

but, despite everything behind a business transaction between these two, there was a moment in time in which fu hua trusted otto, in some way, as well as one in which otto respected fu hua.

parts of them are SO similar, but they're fundamentally different at their cores. hua has a duty to humanity, n otto has a duty to one human woman. mind u, he sees all of humanity in her, but that's not the point.

n ironically, everything otto did led to kiana n the others ultimately gaining the power to face finality n shatter the samsara. the intentions vs the outcome; otto saved kallen, but lost his life. hua fulfilled her duty, but lost her friends.

especially, when u think about the fact that, at the time of his defeat n death, kevin was the only known flamechaser still living. despite hua's memories being constantly muddled, the principle of being the only survivor on top of the fact that the very act required to protect the current era as duty dictates ends in MAKING yourself that sole survivor.

this started n ended in very different places n i'm just rambling now but i just really love n appreciate how fu hua reacts n contrasts with SO many different characters in this game. i love her.

[fpjaysangprobinsyano]

Our Best Leader! Happy Birthday, world's best cutie kitten, Jungwonie.

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Do you recognize what's the occasion seemed to be? I'm sure ENGENES are aware of Leader Jungwon's birthday Birthday parties, as far as I can tell, have a significant impact on us. We are all aware that birthdays allow us to honor someone's special day by gifting them with not just costly gifts, but also expressions of appreciation. We've been reminiscing about our beautiful days spent achieving our aspirations to debut and compete since I-land. It's been a significant time having you as a companion in our crusades to achieve our goals, obtaining the very same subunits, and also having you as a competent i-land. And now we've arrived. We kept our commitment to make our debut on ENHYPEN.

Jungwon the leader is the charismatic character that changes enthusiastic visuals and duality when dancing and with his strong mind and character despite his young age as the leader — we all complete with each other. This year was a tough journey for us but I am happy to spend this entire chapter with you and also our group, ENHYPEN. And now celebrating the birthday of our leader in our group. Many things happened to us in these past few months or we can call it years. Despite being with each other for a long time now, everything still feels new to me. I can still vividly picture our earliest memories together, and I am glad that all of those are now blissfully echoing throughout the four corners of our simple yet special abode. Of course, we have been through rock bottoms within the past year as well. Even so, I still count it as a significant part of our journey together having our greatest leader ever. I honestly don’t think I could have defied the most unbearable obstacles without our leader by my side. You are the best leader that gives me the source of our strengths whenever I feel the whole world collapse and trembles before me, and the first one to make us fun or have fun together. We have many reasons why we continue to strive altogether without any difficulties with our beloved leader, jungwon. The best bond we have as I'm here with you all the time. Just remember, my kitty, even we, your dear members also here having our ENGENES out there that are always there for you for your special day. They're here to support us which gives us hardships as we go on. I'm speechless right now, the leader-nim is everything, when it comes to expressing an ace to our group and visuals he's the best of the best! Once again Happy birthday our beloved leader of ENHYPEN or considering us my lifeline and Meowz. ENGENES and ENHYPEN love you, leader! Let's be happy and treasure this celebration of you!

This week has been stimulating for many of us, although I am looking forward to spending the rest of the chapter with both you and our group, ENHYPEN. But now we're enjoying the birthday of our group's cute leader. Several more stuff has happened to both of us in the last few days or weeks, or years. A completive young man who is the greatest person ever, especially because we're still together for a long period, everything always looks new to each other. Having our biggest and best leader ever, however, remains a key great stepping stone around each other. I genuinely don't believe I could have overcome the much more insurmountable challenges without our Leader by my side. You're my source of encouragement sometimes when I think the entire world breakdown and shudder in front of me, then you're the first one to make people laugh or just have good times around each other. We have several reasonable explanations for continuing to work harder to achieve without giving it a second thought to our cherished, leader. This same sweetest thing we have because I am always with you. Keep in mind, leader-nim, that indeed we, your goodness gracious members, have ENGENES out there who would be for being there for you, whether it's a special day or a fairly frequent day. Those that are here to encourage us, something that provokes us to face difficulties as we progress. I'm overwhelmed right now; the highly skilled leader at the young age that We've grown to appreciate having you on the company, providing us with gratitude and growth as we grow to view our beloved Leader-nim. You are the one who is nice and caring motivating, and you are also the person who is most likely to lay the first jewel amidst our loving members. You are a huge inspiration to us as we work to improve our capabilities. Being with you on a daily basis helps us feel at peace, My Jungwon. I realize that we all have enjoyable moments in ENHYPEN, but we also have Meowz bonding times. It was a wonderful time reminiscing about our happy memories. A birthday usually makes us appear older, just as our leader-nim turns Twenty-Won today, hoping to make us more sophisticated and capable of directing us as he grows older. Whoever has a once-a-year event, as does the celebrant, gives enjoyment. With us, his days have been made full to encourage and acknowledge him as a member of our group. We may definitely think of ourselves as family members, not merely as members. We're grateful to ENHYPEN for presenting us to a great and good-looking leader who made his debut in our group. Several of the difficulties we've had since I-land has made it much more memorable as we've become aged. Challenges that we overcome and the fact that we are debutantes in this current group, ENHYPEN, With all of our team's challenges and misunderstandings, having our leader-nim lad who focusses on teaching us a sense of compassion makes things a lot simpler.

Leader-won! Let us make the most of this day and help you feel better as we begin to celebrate your birthday with your friends and family. Jungwon, you have given us greater respect, gratitude, and optimism for the future, and we are thankful to have you. And, once again, thank you very much! As we became better and fought hard for one another in our comebacks and triumphs, Thank you very much, and happy birthday, My jungwon! Make yourself joyful now, I love you!

[siren-sashimi]

More ideas for a marquis fanfic (tryna keep it unique, lol)

1: what if the reader was a civilian trying to find her brother (who she doesn’t know was in the assassin world and was killed) and while investigating crosses paths with the marquis?

2: reader is pregnant and dealing with cravings. A cute fluffy fic

3: reader owns a pastry shop the marquis is a patron at.

4: the reader tries to leave the marquis because they can’t take the relationship (maybe the danger that comes with the marquis or he’s too controlling) and he stops the reader before they can leave Paris (can be cute or dark, your choice)

5: aside from romantic relationships, what would it be like being the sibling of the marquis?

Hey, hey anon! Glad to hear from you once more. ^^ There's no pressure for you to be unique, if you feel like chatting about le connard du jour, my inbox is all but ready. :D

Hmm, I wouldn't have any ideas yet but if any other writer finds it appealing, feel free to make something wonderful with the dear anon's prompt. I'm mostly hesistant because Vincent moves on a very specific place of a secret parallel world, extra layer of filthy stinking wealth, making his crossing towards civilian life a bit harder, and him getting interested by accident is a bit harder for me to imagine. There must be something intriguing in the other for him to get interested, let alone care; in my mind at least.

I don't know if I'm any good at fluff, especially since I think the topic of children is an extremely touchy subject in the fickle world of assassins. But when it comes to food topics...

...you're in luck. Recently I read the mad genius food porn "Butter" by Yuzuki Asako in which food is layered with social commentary, thought about the self, lust for joy, lust for life, gender dynamics, worth by looks. (If the story sounds interesting to you, I highly recommend giving it a try. It was like a literary banquet to me.) Meaning I'm extremely open to the idea of sensuality expressed in the joys of food, extremely well made food. Here, another snippet you inspired me to write, thank you. (x) (btw, this was the reason the reply comes in that late... Sorry, I got very carried away with entire chapter outlines because I'd so many ideas for the meals that could be served. If anyone's interested I might put up as well.)

Oh gosh this can only go terribly bad... I'm pretty certain that Vincent, especially when he made it into the position of a Marquis, would be unbearably egocentric. Which means he wouldn't understand why he isn't all one could wish for. At all. There're already two such scenarios out there but I'm dabbling in an outline. Note that in the movie Vincent might be way too sure that his plans suceed with his methods. Still, like when he noticed sending the entire Parisian underworld after John Wick failed, he doesn't delude himself thinking he might still suceed. He just desperately throws more money at the problem. So I don't think that he's an unrealistic person yet one who's too used to getting what he wants, and not exactly good at fine methods. If that's his way to solve problems... oh boy...

Before we start I would like to preface that I like to use Skarsgård's idea of the Marquis coming from an impoverished background who has made it to the top. In can the relationship going two ways a) The siblings never really got along, chose different paths in life, and barely see each other. They might meet at funerals or weddings but only if Vincent can make it, by now the sibling isn't counting on him anymore actually. Not without a tinge of bitterness that remains in the mouth for longer than expected... Sometimes Vincent drops by randomly; less out of affection but more because he needs a hideaway after getting into trouble. When his sibling is in need of money or get their first child an anonymous deposit lands on their bankaccount with some more poetic variation of "thanks for letting me crash on your couch". Still, no noticable affections, no frequent, let alone scheduled visits... b) Co-dependent, verging on unhealthy. cw: emotionally difficult relationship, threats, emotional blackmailing, unhealthy sibling dynamic From the two of them, Vincent is the highly ambitious one to make it out of his life. Violence, lying, backstabbing, force are all fair means to his end. The only actual affection he has, the only one sparking humane feelings is for his sibling. In his egoism and strong drive, Vincent is the more dominant one. Even if the other sibling doesn't have a meek personality, they know at some point that they'll always find themselves in the wash of their driven sibling. Vincent will drag them with them to a better life. And Vincent needs his sibling. The only person he can trust, he knows will never betray or pose a threat to him. Maybe he will allow them to life their own life albeit be it in his design. Him being always close enough to receive comfort, encouragement, and a hideaway when needed. Their siblings knows a lot of disturbing stuff Vincent did to make it this far... It's upsetting, he did so much for them. They can't out a single sound to no one. Oh, if the sibling ever wants to make decisions causing Vincent to worry if they would prioritize affection for some else but him, he can get mean, frantic, even vaguely threatening to take the sibling's life style comfort away like cutting money for higher education, making it impossible to find a new place to rent or buy, get them fired. (Let's just say, dating includes the partner desperately needing Vincent's approval. If the reader ever wants to gets kids, they should urgently plan out an entire strategy how to slowly selling Vincent on the idea of becoming an uncle, and how of course he would be the most involved uncle of them all.) Then there's also the aspect that Vincent is a man envied by many. He might use them as pawn or bait with or without his sibling's knowledge. By times the sibling has to interrupt their own life because they're in danger from Vincent's enemies - again and again.... The worst is, Vincent is too headstrong to admit to his wrongs. He even justifies it that so much he did is for them too. But the reader lives well, they're happy they're out of their birthplace. A calm home, maybe a little garden, a fulfilling job, some holidays, a good life, that's all. They don't want more, why does Vincent act as if he needed to do all of that for more, more, and more his own sibling neither wants or needs? As much as they love him, in the end the only end to his means is Vincent himself.

[vulpes-fennec]

Hot Springs Soak (Gwynriel) 🎁

Summary: A series of fluffy/smutty ACOTAR winter one-shots! 12 stories for the 12 days leading up to Solstice (December 21).

Just a fluffy scenario of Gwyn and Azriel visiting a hot spring in the winter! Also trying to expand our ACOTAR world beyond the Night Court because there are only so many things you can do in Velaris.

Read: Masterlist | AO3

The Dawn Court’s hot spring resorts were renowned even among the continental Fae. Powered by the same geothermal energy that fueled the court’s master forges, the hot springs were an especially popular tourist attraction in the winter. Azriel was lucky he managed to book a weekend getaway through one of his contacts at Thesan’s court. 

He winnowed Gwyn to the resort, checking into their cozy room. Gwyn was chattering excitedly as she changed into her bathing suit in the bathroom. “Az, apparently we are supposed to put on these clay masks while we soak! There’s a jar of it in here!” 

“What are the benefits of the clay masks for our skin?” Azriel slipped into black swim shorts and tossed on a heavy jacket. 

“It says…it says the clay will draw out toxins in our skin, and the other minerals will reduce redness,” Gwyn read. “The steam from the hot springs will also unclog our pores.” 

Although he was over 500 years old, Azriel had never soaked in hot springs before. Gwyn, who was an avid reader, always had ideas for things to do around Prythian. Having her push him to try new things was one of the many reasons why Azriel loved his mate so much. 

“I still can’t believe you won’t let me see what your swimsuit looks like,” Azriel complained when Gwyn stepped out of the bathroom. Gwyn wore a flowing skirt and thick coat, and he could not tell for the life of him what she might be wearing. 

“You’ll see in a couple minutes, shadowsinger. Now let’s go!” 

The pair walked in sandals along the cobblestone mountain path. Trees were dusted with snow, craggy lilac peaks rose up ahead of them. The individual hot spring pools were tucked away behind boulders, ensuring the visitors had some privacy. Small rivers of melted water ran down the hill, replenishing the pools with fresh water.

The winter chill was almost unbearable, but Azriel finally located the hot spring assigned to their room. The pool was fairly wide, with carved white steps leading up to it. Slabs of stone lined the edges of a bubbling blue pool. 

Gwyn whistled as Azriel took off his heavy jacket, revealing sculpted pectorals and bronzed abdominal muscles. The shadowsinger folded his arms over his chest petulantly. “Go on, Berdara,” he prompted her, hazel eyes shining. “Let’s see your outfit.” 

Gwyn shrugged her skirt and jacket off. The black swimsuit she’d picked was custom ordered from the Summer Court. According to Cresseida, the one-piece style was trendy once again. The black suit dipped low with a v-cut, with sweeping cutouts that displayed skin despite the modest coverage. Gwyn had to admit: the high waistline and stretchy material made her ass look nice. 

The awe in Azriel’s face as he looked her up and down only boosted Gwyn’s confidence. Water nymphs swam naked, but her upbringing in Sangravah, with long-flowing priestess robes, had her used to more modest clothes. But Gwyn wanted to feel comfortable trying new styles, so a weekend away at the Dawn Court’s hot springs seemed the perfect opportunity for a cute swimsuit. 

“Where’d you buy this?” he breathed, gently fingering the slippery fabric of Gwyn’s swimsuit. “I think we should buy ten more of these.”

“A shop in the Summer Court. It was Cresseida’s recommendation.” 

“I’m going to send Cresseida a thank you note the next time I’m in the Summer Court,” Azriel murmured as his hands snaked down to give Gwyn’s ass a friendly squeeze. “You look amazing, Gwyn.” 

Gwyn beamed. “Thank you, Azriel. I’m glad you like it.”      

Azriel kissed her lightly. “As long as you like it, I’ll be happy. Now come on, I’m getting cold out here.” He’d originally planned to help Gwyn into the hot spring pool by holding her hand, like a courtier. But the water was searing hot, causing the shadowsinger to hiss like a cat. 

“What’s wrong?” Gwyn gasped. 

“It’s hot!” 

“No shit, Az, we’re at a hot spring.” Gwyn glanced at the steaming, whirling pool before them and took a bold step into the pool. Then another. And another.

“Gwynnie, be careful!” Azriel’s wings flapped with trepidation when his mate let out a little squeak of surprise.

“I’m fine! It’s actually not that bad once you get used to it.” Gwyn let out a pleasant sigh once she was neck-deep in the pool. She paddled around the pool in circles. “Come on, Az, join me.” Gwyn held out her hand. 

With support from the priestess, Azriel managed to immerse his entire body, wings and all, into the hot spring. The water was so hot that it almost felt cold. But sure enough, once he got over the initial tingling sensation, the heat soothed to his tired muscles. 

The air steamed with the heavy smell of various minerals as the pair soaked in contented silence. Gwyn occasionally dove down, swimming through the heated water like the water nymph she was. Her coppery red hair floated loose and soft in the water. Azriel was enamored with running his fingers through it. 

“I think the steam will have opened enough of our pores. Here, I’ll go get the clay mask jar.” Gwyn got up out of the pool, walking towards their bench of belongings. Now Azriel was the one who whistled as he admired her swaying, dripping curves. 

“Oh stop it, honey.” Gwyn swatted him playfully as she opened the lid. Azriel peered down at the gray white paste. It looked strange, but at least it smelled nice. Like some floral essence oils were infused with the clay. 

Gwyn and Azriel took turns applying the mask onto each other’s faces, gently tracing the curve of a cheek and smoothing the clay over nose bridges. Gwyn took her time, appreciating the little details of her mate’s face. And Azriel drew little hearts and stars all over Gwyn’s face before properly applying the mask.

“You look good with a clay mask on, shadowsinger.” She kissed him softly on the lips. 

“Better than the raven mask I wear into battle?” Azriel teased. 

“Hmm.” Gwyn tapped her chin contemplatively. “I must say you look better in that one. All edgy and intimidating.” She giggled when Azriel pulled her into his lap.

“Edgy?” Azriel’s voice was indignant. “I am not edgy.” 

“Yes, you are, Az. Fine. You’re broody. How about that?” 

“I’ll take that description,” Azriel conceded. His hands held the Valkyrie close, tracing the edges of swimsuit that exposed her pale skin. 

“Thank you for bringing me here,” Gwyn said after several moments of comfortable silence. “I love this. It’s so hard to be near water during the winter, because it’s so cold. But this is amazing.” 

“It’s an early Solstice present. But there will be more to come.” 

Snow began to fall, the flakes dissolving into steam before they hit the water. But the spymaster and Valkyrie warriors did not mind. Gwyn and Azriel soaked in the hot spring pool, relishing each other’s company, their troubles far, far away. 

[alarrytale]

In my opinion Louis and his team think that his solo career will be sustained by his fans and the nostalgia with 1D. However, this is completely wrong because his fandom is decreasing, many people pretend not to see it but the numbers prove it, he has less than 3M listeners on Spotify, they resort to the same fanservice tactic on Twitter when the engagement is on Instagram and Tiktok. To be an artist with a stable career and who is in demand to go on a world tour, you need to break the fandom bubble. And this is where their biggest mistake is, the image he sells is uninteresting and unbearable, who would want to listen to the music and pay for a ticket to a show by a former boy band whose entire personality is summed up in enjoying the night in clubs, drinking and smoking. Please even Justin Bieber after everything he did is now a married man with a family. He is desperate to attract the indie/alt demographic especially straight white men, but his team cannot accept that this niche does not see him as an indie artist, part of the GP has no interest in him and another part does not consider him a singer with artistic credibility. Even in small things like his clothes they don't make an effort, how do they expect him to sell everything he touches? I think with the low demand, Louis, Matt and the others will start to feel the mess that is his image because that's where the money is.

Hi, anon!

I think we need to distinguish between Louis losing fans and Louis losing engagement. I think the fans are still there, they were there at some point at least, but their interest is waning and their motivation to promote him, see his documentary and listen to his music isn't there. So you've got to take a look at the reasons why. Because i think these fans can be engaged and excited again. They can gain their attention again. The fans attention has just currently shifted and they are occupied elsewhere. Louis fan potential is huge, because 1d was huge. He just need to know how to reach these people. Louis hasn't got the problem other artists have, that they need to get their name out there. People know who he is. He just need their attention and engagement. That's where Louis and his team are failing bigtime. They have the wrong focus and the wrong target group. And they don't understand how to appeal to the existing fandom.

[maxellminidisc]

I think we can definitely have a conversation on how the sort of woobification and frankly reduction of autism and adhd is a bit of an issue or how so much certain issues of identity in the LGBT community can lead to some never ending discourse because of how reductive they can also be that leaves very little energy for tackling the material issues the community faces and makes it a bit more confusing for someone to find answers. But I don't think the solution to that is labeling every confused or lost individual as a poser or an imposter. Especially when you run the risk of alienating people who very much are part of either community, they're just like getting the message in a very very confusing and again, reductive format.

Like there have been many times I disagree with terminology or identity discourse on here but it's never made me feel like "Well this person isn't really trans or gay if they're saying stupid shit like this". They're still very much part of the community I just think they're missing the forest for the trees when we could be directing our energies on more pressing matters. They're still very much my siblings they just make my eye twitch a bit, I'm still going to defend them if they're facing homophobia or transphobia.

Plus I see the surge in self identification with neurodivergency as being for 2 reasons: 1) people finding the information they've actually needed and who are genuinely neurodivergent and now have community and they're just having a laugh now or 2) a sign that life has become so fucking unbearable and unlivable under capitalism that even neurotypical people are starting to navigate the world in such a way that they're having to experience levels of anxiety and depression that its causing IMMENSE dysfunction that they can see no other reason for why they're feeling the way they are and they NEED a reason, some explanation for that inability to overcome "dysfunction".

I dont necessarily think the later is great, especially when some people in the later group use these conversations to be ableist to neurodivergent folks especially those who are autistic with a higher need for assistance, or people with often under looked neurodiversity (and lbr here, even neurodivergent folks with a lower need for help and assistance do this). But when people are otherwise confused and just talking about their supposed hyper fixations or whatever, I have a degree of empathy if that makes sense? Like idk I just think throwing out the baby with the bath water is not the solution, I think we gotta wade the water and find the baby even if it's more work lol IDDK

The only thing I find imperative about some of these conversations is calling out when these channels are being used to be ableist, often transmisogynist, lesbophobic, etc. But I dont think it gives us the right to say certain people arent really gay or trans or autistic because of these biases or misconceptions about certain terminology or neurodivergency. If that was the case like most of us wouldnt be real anything because biases are things that have to be unlearned and most of us do have them even among each other in these communities.

[tonnerredebrest]

a tired canadian trying to put back together two annoying europeans

summary: Lance is tired. Tired of putting Esteban back up each times Alonso just looks at him, tired of feeling shitty about Mick leaving, and exhausted about having said Spaniard as his teammate. Yet, he needs to be strong, for he’ll learn he has a new quest for the 2023 season: making his teammate and friend see reason, and date again. Also he’ll have to threaten some people to get Mick back on the grid, but nothing is impossible. tags: eventual happy ending, crack, emotional hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, breaking up and getting back together, warnings: none apply, some f-bomb swearing. part: 2 of 6

Part 1 ;

Abu Dhabi cannot end soon enough. The heat is unbearable, and so it the car. Thank god Sebastian has such a keen eye on everything that involves engineering, maybe next year the Aston Martin will be able to battle the Williams. Speaking of that German driver, one of the Powerpuff crew is in desperate need of help too. Mick is glued to his friend’s side, trying hard to not cry.

What a German mess they are making of themselves.

Lance, always tactful and empathic, comes up to them with his best bitchy face. It throws Seb off, when really it shouldn’t, after all the time they spend together. Mick, on the other hand, looks even closer to crying that before. He hugs the other German man closer, rambling in that awful language Lance cannot understand. Really, you wouldn’t believe how many times he had to say to people Belgians don’t speak German, it’s frightening.

The Canadian driver goes forward, to hug his friend. Seb wants to leave him some space, but Mick is too busy melting himself against him to leave some space for Lance. Seb gives him a i-told-you-so glance. Lance can only sight, and awkwardly hug both of the drivers.

Lord, what wouldn’t he do for his friends?

When the situation becomes too cringe, and Mick has relatively calmed down, Lance goes away, to change at the Aston Martin garage. On his way there, he goes past his team’s hospitality, and almost knocks down someone wearing Alpine blue.

“What the hell do you think-“ He starts talking to the person, only to realise it’s some Alpine PR person.

Lance glances past them, and his jaw almost drops on the floor. What the hell is he doing here?

“Hello, teammate.”

His eyes are glimmering from mischievousness, his loop-sided smile only a consequence of that PR stunt. His whole posture is made to impress, to intimidate whoever stands in his way. Lance’ll be damned, it does work.

Fernando Alonso, of all people, is standing in front of him, and for the fist time of his life, Lance actually wants to run away from his team. No, he was supposed to officially met him the next day, at testing, not now, not when the whole grid is in shambles with one fifth of them leaving. Especially not when Lance knows he’ll have two person to comfort this night, after partying like the world is ending, anyways.

But for the time being, he’s still in his raceoveralls, in desperate need of a shower, and an old man is just standing there, like he owns the damn place. Lance sees red, but doesn’t show it. After all, it’ll clash horribly with Aston Martin’s emerald.

“Hello,” Lance replies, not even allowing his teammate a name.

Conversely from others, he holds grudges for years, especially against people who hurt his friends, n’est-ce pas Pierre?

Yet, his murderous stare doesn’t seem to impress the king of on-and-off-track war crimes. Alonso just snickers, as if the Canadian driver is just a mere inconvenience in his day, and walks past him, shouldering-checking the younger one.

“Oh, sorry,” he says with his stupidly annoying Spanish accent. “Thought I had enough space.”

Ok. Lance is ready to throw hands now. But before he can do anything, his trainer comes up to him, to take him away.

Yeah, do that, Lance thinks. Otherwise I would have decked that man to the fucking ground.

[mentallyillastrophelfreak]

my story pt.1

I used to have no friends at all cause I was always quiet and just watched. Now, the elders would ask me who I'm usually with or shouldn't I be with my friends that day – I either break down when I'm unwell, or just smile sheepishly knowing that I don't have any.

People would tell me that if I tried to open up more then maybe I wouldn't feel so lonely. I did try, though, once. It didn't go well. But then, I decided to try again. I said hi daily to anyone, or I try to smile even the slightest at people who actually acknowledge me. Then I tried starting a conversation with this guy who was feminine, but not gay.

Next thing I knew, I had friends. I connected with people. I enjoyed my time with them and looked forward to meeting up with them. It was nice. And I was always there to comfort them because they have crappy self esteem and have mental issues. I was their mom and therapist friend. It was nice. All was well.

Until I got sick, but I still went to school. I was so tired and I kept coughing and sniffling a lot. I was so tired that I couldn't talk to anyone, and even if I tried, it's so hard to even talk. I made an excuse to my feminine guy friend that I'm sick and that I won't be able to hang out with them properly for a while. He barely glanced at me or acknowledged me. It was fine. It's just probably my head messing with me.

The only person who ever forced a mutter out of me or even a half smile was the boy sitting next to me. I really loved him, like really loved him, but he was with someone else so I'm hopeless. He liked to annoy me and by doing that, it forces a smile out of me. But then again, I was barely talking.

Three days later, I was still sick. But I had improved cause I was actually smiling without any reason again. Until that afternoon my mood shifted and I lashed out on my friend by yelling at him to stop being a...you know. Then I made him cry. I. Made. Him. Cry. I was so freaking ashamed of myself and I tried to apologized but he didn't accept it. I hated myself so much that I went on complete silent and I didn't participate on my next class. The pain of my own words cut into every part of my body so deeply, especially my head. My head felt like it was being banged by a rock. Plus, our lesson was about self-consciousness. I hated the world and myself.

Then after that period, the boy beside me decided to annoy me again. I was staring outside, frowning, and you know what he did? He stared at me for a long time, then mirrored what I was doing; then when I looked away to look down on my hand, which I was writing on, he did the same. I noticed everything and I couldn't help but look at him, smile like a fool, and think "I love you so much dammit."

Until I noticed that I had difficulty breathing. I started rubbing on my chest cause it hurt and my breathing picked up. The boy noticed and asked if what was wrong. I told him I couldn't breathe and forced me to drink water. But it was getting worse. My head was racing with so many things I couldn't think properly. Then the pain was getting unbearable that tears started filling my eyes, and the boy had to call on our adviser, cause, gosh, I was crying.

They took both my arms, then I started hyperventilating. I gasped for breath as tears streamed down my eyes and all I could think of is holding on to the boy with me. They took me to the school clinic and was cold, stiff and numb all over. Before the boy left, I looked at him one last time and thought, 'im so glad that it's you who saw this.'

When I was alone, I left the clinic without anyone knowing then went back to the classroom. My mom found me and made me took a pill before she had to leave. I started crying again, and the boy listened to me ramble about random stuff. And this girl who's always quiet, was the only one who helped me too. And you know those other friends I talked to? Barely cared. Ignored me.

Then I start to wonder, 'was I just the second option?'

[endcant]

ive seen a lot of speculation by aesthetics commentators (a strange existence to acknowledge) about why some zillennial gays seem to connect a lot with natural imagery despite the ~*cottagecore aesthetic*~ being increasingly associated with white cishet (& frequently xtian) traditionalism. many many possible explanations are acknowledged but theres parts of it that mean a lot to me but which i rarely see acknowledged

first of all, being gay/lgbt/queer is really beautiful and natural. and there are a lot of forces in society that seem to want to stomp out all the beautiful and natural things in this world for the sake of short term profit or power. this is the case at least in the US, but likely in other places as well.

i think there are a lot of other groups (nonwhite and non-traditionalist and non-white-traditionalist) that also connect with the idea that nature and natural things are worthwhile, even when they are not considered worthwhile to the white/cishet/evangelical/colonial/etc powers that be.

i feel this especially in this time when a lot of technofuturistic developments are being backed by famous self-serving billionaires and other various navelgazing silicon valley plutocrats that are still following the “move fast and break things” ethos, even as they move quickly onto breaking things in the human brain, in infrastructure, in politics, in labor, in housing and feeding people, in the ecosystem and so on.

furthermore, i think a lot of lgbt+ people long for privacy in a way that the always-on social media panopticon we live in straight up doesn’t allow. basically ever since tiktok came on the scene, there seemed to be a surge in gay interest in times when you could just disappear and live your gay life somewhere entirely else, without having to deal with everybody you once knew messaging you about your new pronouns or partner or whatever. yeah, those vague “old times” fucking sucked in a lot of other ways (i would not actually want to hack it as a cowboy i would be shot to death by some zachary taylor type for riding my horse while brown or id die of heat exhaustion or getting kicked in the head or some shit. also reading about the 1800s is depressing in a billion colonialist ways) despite all that, it feels like there is nowhere to run now. there is no “other place” to escape to, because numerous forces are trying to make all places into one big horrible homogenous place. speaking only technologically, people will film you for looking weird in public and post it thoughtlessly. people will dox you BECAUSE it’s dangerous to your life and livelihood. our technological present is not a great situation for lgbt ppl, queer ppl, gnc ppl, and people who otherwise awesomely and naturally differ from the ridiculously numerous and specific expected societal “norms”.

sometimes i want to live in a cave and only be seen by spiders and mosquitoes for the rest of my life. this would likely be both unbearably slow and unbearably laborious living, but at least i would not be at risk of being put in danger for being seen in public. this is not a statement of traditional or colonial values or actual intent to stake a claim on a cave somewhere. it is just tough to be gay and trans and fat and neurodivergent and visibly nonwhite while living in the panopticon. and i have to come up with an escape fantasy besides dignified death to write in my little journal about.

there are so many reasons for people who are not libertarians or fundies or tradwife girlies to long to stop and smell the roses one last time before they’re gone. and you feel it so much more when you are part of a beautiful and natural community (or multiple beautiful and natural communities) that fundies and traditionalists and racists and the other assholes of the world really really want to wipe out, which happens to include gays.

obviously (i hope obviously) this all applies to so much more than just hs gays. i just keep seeing it treated as a mystery that lgbt+ ppl are interested in natural and “cottagecore”/“grandmacore” imagery. even tho there were tons of gays and poc and disabled eco-punks and DIY advice-givers and trans mlm cowboy kids and whatever else in the space that would eventually become the cottagecore space on tumblr in the 2010s before that controversial name ever came about.

[neopronouns-in-action]

Neopronouns in action: lu/luna/lunas/lunaself which will follow the same rules as he/him/his/himself for this example.

Replace he with lu

Replace him with luna

Replace his with lunas

Replace himself with lunaself

EX:

"He is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as he gets a fence set up around his yard so the puppy can go outside without him having to walk it. His uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting him use, since he lost his."

Becomes:

“Lu is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as lu gets a fence set up around lunas yard so the puppy can go outside without luna having to walk it. Lunas uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting luna use, since lu lost lunas.”

This is also a free writing prompt!

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I Fucking Hate Athiktomisics

Lunas fist slammed into their jaw while they were still mid-sentence, cutting off their little speech and turning it into a shocked yelp instead as they went down, knocked to the side by the force of lunas punch.

“Don’t ever say that again.” Lu snapped, glaring down at them.

They stared back at luna in what looked like more shock than anger, holding a hand to their jaw, their eyes wide, the smug grin wiped very effectively off their face, hopefully for the rest of time, but probably not.

Lu turned and stomped away, not sure if lu would be able to stop lunaself from punching them again if they said anything else. Lu didn’t need to have the guards called down on luna again, lu was already in enough trouble after getting caught giving Ocean the extra rations lu didn’t need.

There was no one in the way of luna and the path through the field, so lu turned lunas stomping walk into a run, hoping to burn off the extra anger through physical exertion before lu got to lunas friend’s house and had to explain to them why lu was so angry.

The jerk lu had punched was a bully, lu had figured that out as soon as lu met them after moving here, and they especially loved picking on lunas friend, who was autistic, aroace, and, among many other things, touch-averse.

They didn’t like being touched, not even by their friends or family.

The bully knew this, and, being an athiktomisic and amisic jerk, thought it was the funniest thing in the world to pretend to flirt with them, and just now, before lu had punched them, they’d declared that they would win over lunas friend whether they liked it or not, because no one could resist their charms, and no one alive actually really hated being touched, actually hated the idea of being kissed or hugged, they were just saying that to seem cool, playing hard to get. It was impossible for anyone to genuinely dislike being touched. 

They’d been in the middle of describing how they’d hug lunas friend and not let go until they gave in and admitted they enjoyed it when lu had punched them in the face to get them to shut up.

The anger was still boiling in luans veins as hot as before, and actually seemed to be getting worse.

Running wasn’t actually helping luna stop being angry. It was just giving luna more time to think about why lu was angry, which was just making luna even angrier.

Lu slowed to a walk, and tried to take the time to focus on the plants lu was walking past, noting how they’d grown and changed since the last time lu had gone to lunas friend’s house this way. Hoping distractions would help distract luna from the anger. It didn’t really work.

But lu didn’t want to have to tell lunas friend why lu was so unbearably angry－it would just be cruel to tell them what the bully had said. They didn’t need to be stressed out like that for no reason.

Lu was definitely going to punch that jerk again the next time lu saw them, even if they didn’t say anything. Lunas friend did not deserve to put up with their bullying, no one did. Maybe getting punched in the face would teach them to leave other people alone, maybe it wouldn’t. But it would serve them fucking right.

If anyone ever laid a hand on lunas friend without permission, lu was going to make them regret it for the rest of their lives. 

[himmelno44]

Thank you for the tag @necessarytragedies😊

Comfort film: I think I'll have to go with E.T because it's my most beloved movie of all time.

Comfort food: a really rich tomato and mushroom soup with homemade sourdough bread! in a dream world a glass of red wine to that, haha!

Comfort clothes: well, when my grandpa passed away 2019 my grandma gave me one of his flannels and whenever life is unbearable I put it on, cry a bit, close my eyes and pretend that I'm getting a hug from him again. (watch me go and put it on right now...)

Comfort song: I have so many 🥺but for example take on the world- you me at six, letter to yourself - shiraz lane, stay awake (dreams only last for a night) -all time low, if I ever leave this world alive - flogging molly, not alone - mcfly, fallen angel - poison I COULD GO ON FOREVER.

Comfort book: the comfort book by matt haig is a given but also a swedish book called livets små njutningar by sigge eklund.

Comfort game: basically every single super mario bros game that exist. but especially the old but golden one super mario bros 3.

I never know who to tag and it makes me feel uncomfortable for some reason🙈 so if you want to do this people please consider yourself very much tagged because I do love to read them 🥹