#below it you’re sad people aren’t noticing you

[sindumpster]

Accidentally logged into my old mistake blog and only notifs I had gotten in the past year were for that one post with almost 1K notes

And I remember absolutely hating it and now I have the reminder that I really don’t crave that kind of attention anymore

[euphoricimagination]

𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆

Bokuto

You were running a bit late to your boyfriend’s game, fighting a bunch of people just to enter the gymnasium and get next to the court. This was the very first time you will see him play in a official match against other school, and even if you knew that there were lots of people, it still surprised you seeing this crowd for a high school volleyball game. However, you were more than happy that they were coming to cheer Bokuto on, everyone deserves to see him enjoy something so brightly, but man they were making it hard to arrive there.

Once you came close you notice that Bokuto was uncharacteristically quiet, just jumping up and down before stretching his arms. Everyone in the team seem worried about it, until Akaashi notices you, pointing in your direction as he talks to his captain.

“BABY! YOU ARRIVED!” he came sprinting in your direction, visibly happier now

“Hi babe” you chuckle as he pulls you into his chest

“I’m so excited right now!! Since this is your first time in a tournament, I’m going to be extra awesome today!!”

“You’re always awesome babe” you caress his cheek lovingly, seeing how his hair magically starts going upwards “Are you nervous?”

“A little, its Itachiyama, they are too good. But now that you’re here I feel invincible!! I CAN DO ANYTHING RIGHT NOW!” he then looks at you, his smile growing bigger once he saw what you were wearing. Not even the sun was as bright as he was right now “Baby!! Is that my spare jersey?”

“Well, I need to let people know that I’m supporting such an amazing player that happens to be my boyfriend. You don’t mind, right?”

“Me? Minding seeing you in my clothes? Never! Can you wear it all afternoon?”

“Of course I can”

“YAY!” he takes you in his arms, spinning both of you around and causing a lot of eyes turn in your direction “Gotta go now, can I have a good luck kiss?”

“Since when you need luck for volleyball? You are good” you tease him, making him smirk at you

“True, I’m amazing, aren’t I? But I still want a kiss” he suddenly grabs your waist and pulls you into his body, pressing his lips on yours. After a few seconds he pulls away, smirking even more at your red face, the kiss was passionate enough to make people uncomfortable, but not too much to be a full make out “That´s better, gotta let people know that you’re mine. See you after the game. LOVE YOU!”

Akaashi

Today was the first official game with Akaashi being the captain of Fukurodani, the first official game in where Akaashi was going to play without Bokuto and the rest of the third years by his side, the first official match that he will have to play without having you as his manager and help him to calm down. These past days you have notice that he was getting much quieter and fidgety than he has ever been, but you just let him be in hopes they were just some random thoughts.

You arrived with Bokuto by your side, both of you made a promise to not tell Akaashi that you were coming to cheer for him, you blaming the chaotic university life while Bokuto said to have a try out for a pro team just that day. You could tell that he was sad by the news despite him telling you that it was understandable, and even if it broke your heart (and Bokuto´s) seeing him so nervous, you still went through it. That was until you saw him in the court with a blank facial expression, not listening to a single word people were telling him; so while Bokuto went to the bathroom, you decided to end your boyfriends misery

[You] “Hey” “You look like you’re about to pass out” “I’m right below your cheering section”

[Kei <3] “Don’t move, I’m coming”

And a few seconds later he was right in front of you, immediately putting his head in the crock of your neck. If it wasn’t clear that he was nervous before, the sudden PDA was more than enough to worry you. You play with the hair in the back of his neck as you hug him, making your breath slower so he follows it to calm himself down.

“Overthinking again babe?” you ask once he calm down

“Yeah, I never thought I would miss Bokuto-san so much, every practice went smoothly” he answers as he pulls away

“Well, the pressure is bigger now. Are you better now?”

“Yeah, what are you doing here? I thought you had extra classes today”

“It was a little white lie, I wanted to surprise you. I didn’t know you would react like this, I’m sorry” you say making his face scrunch in a slight annoyance, so you went to hug him as a sorry

“You made me worry for nothing”

“Sorry…you know that you’re just as good whether Bokuto is here or no, right? You are an amazing setter”

“I’m not outstanding or anything”

“But you still are good. If it helps, Bokuto came with me too, so we are here to cheer you up no matter what happens” you hear him sigh as he mutters something, clearly much calmer now “I’m always going to be here if you need me, no matter what”

“I know, thank you for the surprise, even though you lied to me for it” he chuckles when you hit his arm “Thank you for calming me down”

“Of course, go to be amazing, ok?”

“Ok, see you and Bokuto-san after the game”

Kenma

You were looking at Kuroo annoyed as he talks to one of the ex-third years of Karasuno, someone called Daichi according to his scream, while you were waiting for the Nekoma match to start. He had offer himself to come with you to your first tournament so you can watch your boyfriend play; since you just started properly dating him a few weeks after his first Nationals, you didn’t particularly care much about seeing the sport before. Kuroo however, was making things harder for you by talking to a bunch of old players and starting conversations with them, leaving alone in the mass of people screaming.

“If you wanted to surprise me, having Kuroo come with you wasn’t the brightest idea” you hear the calm voice of your boyfriend behind you. You turn around only to find him smiling softly at you, a teasing look in his eyes

“And why is that?” you ask pretending to be offended

“Well, he´s the tallest person here, it’s hard not to notice him. Besides, I could hear his scream for the ex-Karasuno from the bench, he completely revealed your position” he chuckles at your face

“Well, I didn’t want to come here alone, you know that I’ve never been here before! Plus, he wanted to come too!” you pout slightly “I wanted to surprise you”

“I’m still happy that you’re here, even if you plan completely backfired you”

“KENMA!” you whine “I should have expected it, you’re playing against Karasuno, of course someone from the team will be here”

“See, you just needed to think a little more” he jokes squishing your cheek

“You´re the worst, and here I am with your jersey and all” you scoff playfully too

“You know I love you”

“You seem pretty calm, is it because of Hinata-kun? You always tell me how you like playing against him”

“Yeah, it’s fun playing with him. But now that you´re here I feel way more excited” he smiles at you once more before Yamamoto screams his name, calling him to get started “I´ll come here as soon as the match ends, gotta go to be a captain, I guess”

“Go cap, maybe we can have our own fun after” you tease him, making a blush appear on his ears

“We definitely will, see you”

Suna

Walking out of the bathroom you are trying to find your way to where Kita and Aran are waiting. You didn't knew if he expected you here, considering that the tournament this time was happening on the other side of the country; and while you have been dating for a while now, he still was knew to this whole relationship thing and didn't want to force you to come.

Everyone who looks at you will immediately notice that you were his girlfriend, considering that you were wearing the only Inarizaki t-shirt that only he had access to. You have already encounter lots of annoyed stares from other girls

“You are here?” you hear from beside you, finding your boyfriend looking at you up and down

“I am”

“I didn't knew you were coming”

“That was the plan babe”

“And you are wearing my t-shirt” he says still surprised

“You have working eyes, well done babe!” you joke getting close to him “What's going on?”

“Sorry, I'm a little shock right now, you look great with my name on you” he quickly recovers, looking at you with a mix of shyness and playfulness

“Thanks, I wanted to come and see you win”

“Nah, I think I will lose. You can't just come here, wear my clothes and expect me to not just look at you. Atsumu will kill me and it will be your fault” he says pulling you closer

“You are such a drama queen, I'm sure you'll be fine” you roll your eyes, making him chuckle

“I might need a good luck kiss, maybe like that I won't miss a spike and make Atsumu piss off” he says getting closer to your lips, suddenly both of you forgetting that you weren't alone

“Well, I want you to stay alive” you finally bring him in, closing the space between you in a deep kiss. Once he was satisfied with it he pulls away, smirk appearing

“While I love how you look with my clothes on” he gets closer to your ear, whispering “I think I will love it more with them on my bedroom floor”

“SUNA RINTAROU!” you scream as your face get beet red, him laughing happily as he walks away

[apollosrambling]

Cold rain, warm comfort.

@real-levyanno Asked: Heyyo so I was reading a few of your posts and I am in awe of them. I was wondering, when and if you had the time, if you could do Slytherin-depressed-former prefect Reader x Twins? Maybe Pansy finds out Reader isnt a pureblood like everyone thought and so they all turn on him. He becomes depressed and his prefect badge given to Draco. No one seems to notice how affected he is until the twins find him trying to drown in the black lake and that's when they decide to help/confess their feelings?

It’s truly a mystery how long this has been sitting in my inbox. Sorry I made you wait 🤍🖤 also sorry it’s more of a warm up, I haven’t written anything other than AP style in years.

It’s been noticeable, the shift in your mood. The way you haven’t gotten up early to make sure the first years are awake and heading to breakfast, once of your favorite morning rituals. The way your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, or the way you brush off compliments like they’re meant to be deflected.

It’s impossible to know when it started, but the catalyst was that night in the common room, surrounded by your fellow Slytherin’s as the highlands rain beat on the windows.

“You’re a mudblood, aren’t you?” Pansy Parkinson had looked so proud of herself. The quiet laughter and chatter of your peers dying out.

Rather than answer, you stood and left. Only the cloak of night sheltered you, but it was two boys with red hair and blinding smiles who found you perched on the high docks of the lake. Teetering on the edge as you contemplate letting the wind push you into the black glass below.

You’re close to falling when a warm hand grabs yours, nearly searing after the cold that’s settled into your bones.

“What are you doing?” Fred Weasley is holding on to you like if he lets go, you’ll disappear. Maybe you would.

George, who was holding a warm blanket, slides to your side. Before you can protest, you’re bundled and sat. All three of your legs dangling over the docks edge, far enough away to not worry about wet toes.

“Looks to me like our favorite person was about to become an icicle,” George answers. It’s been so long since anyone spoke that you forgot Fred had asked a question.

“Yeah, maybe. Or perhaps he was trying to become one with the merfolk.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here.” Your voice isn’t as strong as you’d have prefer it been. The halfhearted kick at George’s feet does nothing other than cause the twins’ eyebrows to raise.

“We’ve noticed you’ve been a bit…” Fred trails off, as if he’s unsure the right way to deliver the blow.

“Sad? Quiet? Melodramatic and rather a downer?”

“That’s not helping, George.”

“Sorry, Fred.”

You watch them poke at each other. Reaching across you and shoving at each other as if their lives aren’t in danger. You worry they’ll accidentally knock each other off.

The absence of your head boy pin feels suffocating. You reach up to the empty space on your sweater, as if expecting it to come back. It won’t, though. It was now resting in Draco Malfoy’s hands, cold and stunned when you had wrenched it from your body and dropped it.

“I quit being head Boy”

The brothers freeze, looking at you with an uncharacteristically serious expression. George leans his body against yours.

“Why’d you go and do that?”

“Parkinson called me a mudblood. She’s right, I don’t even belong in Slytherin.”

The look on George’s face is downright foul. “That’s the biggest load of rubbish I’ve ever heard. You’re one of the most ambitious, determined people I know.”

“Yeah,” Fred weighed in, letting go of your hand to gesture into the air. “Everyone knows you’re the best Head Boy in the school. The first years love you.”

“They did,” you laugh a humorless thing, “they wont anymore. There’s not much to love.”

Now the twins look truly offended.

George doesn’t answer, he just takes your recently freed hands. Pulls your fingers from where they had been picking at your nails, and gently kisses your finger pads.

Fred runs a hand through your hair, fingers brushing along your jawline and the touch of stubble that threatens to poke through.

Having their hands on you is nice. It’s grounding, warm and pleasant in the cold air.

“There’s plenty of you to love.” Fred’s voice is quiet, almost a whisper.

“Some ancient opinion from old, dead wizards means nothing to us. You, though.” George leans close, his hair nearly tickling you. “You mean a whole lot.”

You hope the flush on your cheeks can be excused to the rain that’s slowed to a drizzle, but you know it won’t be.

“You’re just saying that-”

“No,” George is still holding your hand, still caressing your finger tips. “You’re incredible.”

“So kind,”

“And funny.”

“Yeah, Fred and I think you’re going to change the world.”

“Or rule it,” Fred jokes, before his face tightens.

“I’m sorry we didn’t say it sooner.”

“Say what?” You ask, leaning back a bit as the cool wind nips your face and their heat keeps you from freezing.

“That you’re damn near the most perfect person out there.” George’s words are soft but his lips are softer. It’s surprising, in a way. You half expected them to be chapped.

When George pulls away Fred takes your jaw, gently redirecting you to him.

“You’re wonderful.”

[larkspurglove]

Wow 2.2 absolutely stuck the landing for the Penacony arc. Anyway spoiler heavy thought dump below

AVENTURINE’S ALIVE YIPPEE!!! He cannot catch a fucking break though, bro has a chance of being demoted or kicked out of the stonehearts, and then Boothill breaks into his room and aims a gun at him. Get my man a vacation please.

Anyway GOD I LOVE HOW THEY DID THE TWIST. Misha manifesting in reality has irked me since I first noticed that only the trailblazer sees him, because him being a memory zone meme made 100% sense except for that one little piece of info.

While it’s a bit sad that Boothill and Black Swan aren’t actually travelling with us, the fake ending felt weirdly jarring but also convincing enough that for a second I doubted myself and thought it was the real ending.

The use of end credits gives me a heart attack each time but it’s really funny, although there are a few things I noticed in there.

1) Gallagher’s actor is listed as Penacony???

2) ‘Dreammaster’ as Sunday’s servant, then Gopher Wood as Dreammaster. Like what does that mean

This shit was terrifying. This was the moment that made me think ‘this is lowkey Sumeru all over again’ but this time instead of power hungry sages you have several OP people in one area and a sad Christian bird boy running the show.

(By the way this ALSO ALSO made me realise that Aventurine’s eyes are like Ena the Order’s one giant eye. What’s up with that)

Argenti showing up scared the shit out of me but it was kinda funny. However I don’t know if this happened to anyone else but he just didn’t have a voice when he showed up. As in there was just zero speech, just the text.

Also ACHERON’S NAME IS RAIDEN BOSENMORI MEI WAHOO!!! All we’re missing is a Kiana expy and then we have the hi3 trio in hsr.

As for Sunday and Robin doomed by the narrative siblings auahshshdhehsjshdh. When I’m more awake I’m going to write a ten page essay on Sunday’s characterisation and how his faith pulls from Christianity/Catholicism/etc. Like it’s genuinely such a good use of Christian-type belief I’m going insaneeeeee.

Boothill is so silly I adore him. Just a silly guy. Sure he is threatening to kill Aventurine but like he’s silly.

Gallagher being a History Fictionologist was unexpected but also makes so much sense. I’m still kinda concerned about how many people refer to him as a dog in a seemingly literal sense but we’ll unpack that later. Also it makes him showing up and saving Firefly from getting arrested even funnier tbh. Cause like, I thought the stowaway the Bloodhounds were looking for was Boothill, but since Gallagher’s a Fictionologist he just fucking lied and it came true. Iconic.

What interesting about Penacony and the Xianzhou is that they both deal with death, but the Xianzhou deals with the concepts of immortality and the consequences of trying to outlive your death, while Penacony’s messaging is that death and hardship is inevitable but life isn’t worth living if you’re not willing to withstand those tragedies.

By the way I’m 1000% sure that the ‘puppets’ during Sunday’s transformation into the Dominous thingy aren’t metaphorical stand ins for the hundred thousand something Oak Family members but literal stand ins. Unless proven otherwise I think Sunday killed those guys to power up the Order death machine. There’s another universe where Hoyo doesn’t have to worry about censorship and there’s just dead bodies being moved around like puppets, trust me I’m John Hoyoverse.

There’s still a lot of loose ends to wrap up and while I’m 100% certain that 2.3 is gonna be ‘oh fuck the IPC is on Penacony’ I really hope these are resolved. Off the top of my head some of them are

Sunday and Robin’s relationship

The consequences of Sunday’s actions

Where the fuck Aventurine was if he was just in the Reef place the entire time he was ‘dead’

What the IPC actually want with Penacony (it’s probably either for profit or for dead aeon remains)

How Gallagher ended up on Penacony/how he became a Fictionologist

Is Misha still around???

Whether the absence of Order followers scheming is gonna stop the dreamscape from collapsing or not

WHERE IS FIREFLY

What the consequences of summoning a bunch of Galaxy Rangers to Penacony will be

WHERE IS ACHERON

Some of these might already be answered but this quest was like six hours long and that was with me speed-reading most of the dialogue and now it’s 1 am in the morning. I do not have enough brainpower for this shit.

I can’t wait for 2.3 the ‘Sunday goes to jail and the IPC get harassed by a Cowboy’ arc

[whumpsoda]

Old Photos

Kinda short but like I have had no good ideas lately :( it makes me sad cause I wanna write!!! i have been messing with a pet whump story idea though so idk if it will go anywhere but we will see!!!

cw: dehumanization, conditioning, minor descriptions of captivity ———————————————————————

“I just love photo albums, don’t you pet?” Affectionate, adoring, blank eyes stared back.

“I know you used to like taking pictures, didn't ‘cha? With your little human camera?” The words simply filtered through pet’s head. Cameras were human things, he knew that. Human things had no meaning to him. “Oh, look at him.” Whumper eagerly tilted the pristine photo album down to Whumpee’s level.

Whumpee’s eyes met with those in the carefully placed pictures. The ones he saw were absolutely terrified, and so was the man they belonged to. The man was noticeably muscular, but looked so small on his knees. Similar to most of the people in the photos Whumper kept, this man was tied up and close to naked, covered in crusty blood.

In response, Whumpee gently drooped his tired eyes and rested his head onto Whumper’s knee. His own knees rubbed into the fuzzy carpet. That’s how he was meant to be, on the floor below his owner. 

Just like a good dog.

“This puppy, he was so fiesty way back when, in the beginning. Wanted nothing to do with me, even after I rescued him.” Whumper pointed to several photos on the page, guiding Whumpee’s eyes with his thick finger.

Whumpee’s eyes glazed over the glistening photos, letting them disappear into his empty head. If it wasn’t a command or praise, it did not matter to a pet. 

“Fought me all the time, darling. Hit, kicked, bit me a few times. All because I was giving him a better life. Such an ungrateful brat, wasn’t he, pet?” Whumpee gracefully tilted his head to meet Whumper’s eyes, adoration enveloped in both pairs. Whumpee whined, pushing his cheek firther into the touch of Whumper’s knee. 

Whumpee knew master did not deserve that treatment. Whatever pet master spoke of, the bad one, whumpee could be better. Whumpee was better. He was such a good dog, Master told him all the time! The two loved each other so very much, and they would relish in that mutual affection for the rest of their lives.

“You’re so much better, I know, Pet. Such a good boy, aren’t you?” Whumper reached down a large, rough hand, and scratched under Whumpee’s chin. A pleased smile filled Whumpee’s scarred face. 

Whumper’s hand swiftly slipped out soon after. “But look at him,” He commandingly pushed the album even closer to Whumpee’s face. “Even when being a stupid puppy, wasn’t he still adorable?”

 Whumpee’s face instantly fell. What if master liked the bad pet more than him? What if he wasn’t good enough anymore? Had he been bad that day? Whumpee nuzzled impossibly closer, his saccharine encompassed, doe eyes pleading with Whumper.

Please, please, don’t get rid of me!

Whumper let out a deep, gleeful chuckle, setting his hand now on top of Whumpee’s head. “I still love you more, pet, of course I do. Even if he was cute, an obedient puppy will always be much cuter.” Whumper’s fingers grazed upon Whumpee’s grimy, greasy hair, the touch sending a wave of pleasure and relief throughout Whumpee’s body.

“Isn’t there anything you want to say about the pictures though, pet? Don’t you remember that scared little dog?” For a moment, Whumpee disregarded the insignificant words. They both knew dogs did not have opinions, and did not partake in conversation like humans did. Even so, he locked his eyes onto the pictures, studying them intently. Something about these specific pictures caught his eye. They were special. The photos were familiar, vaguely, he was aware had seen them before, even if he had no recollection of when.

Whumper loved gazing at his massive photo collections so often Whumpee couldn’t recall a single other pet he had ever laid eyes upon. There were much to many for him to remember, so after to long he had simply stopped caring to. This specific pet though, the look on his face sent a shiver seeping through Whumpee’s frail body.

Whumpee instinctively disregarded his thoughts, shoving them to a place where they could not reach him. He was not meant to think, and every so often he would foolishly forget it. Thinking was for humans, and so it was obviously only something a bad pet would do.

Whumpee was not a bad pet.

He continued to hug his body against the warm flesh of his master’s, adding to the comfort of feeling his mind wash away. Whumper sighed approvingly. “You’re such a wonderful puppy.” He turned the eye-strainingly colorful album back to himself, gazing tenderly into the terrified faces displayed in the decorated pictures.

After a content moment, Whumper met with Whumpee’s eyes once again. Whumper looked at him so kindly, his eyes so full of love, and Whumpee craved the blissful feeling it sent through him.

 “I’m so proud of how far you’ve come. It seems almost like yesterday I took these beautiful photos of you, my most prized puppy.”

[witch-hazels-musings]

between the lines

warning: hurt/comfort - mentions of sad, anxious, overwhelmed reader 

includes: Ayato, Childe, Diluc, Thoma

character x gn reader | anthology 

Ayato

When you're hiding something from him - Good luck. Trying to keep anything under wraps - secrets or anxieties - he will target them all with a pin point precision you didn't know was possible

You think you're so coy laughing when inside you’re shattering. Think your so graceful when all you feel like is collapsing. Tell yourself you have it together when in reality you’re fragile and teetering on collapse

Your secrets are his, let him keep them

Ayato called for you and though you knew he would never harm you, it still made your heart pound. The aura that followed him clouded your composure until you were on edge. It was odd that he took an interest in someone below him, but Kamisato Ayato was full of surprises. 

Knocking on the door made your throat dry but you did it anyway. “Excuse me,” you called into the sparsely decorated room. It was customary for a personal tea room to match the desires of the host, and based on the artwork that hung from the wall, you knew this wasn’t just a ‘friendly’ beckoning. When you entered the room and saw Ayato sitting on one of the plush pillows, back to you, you bowed respectfully even though he couldn’t see. “You called for me?” 

“Mm, yes, do come in,” he hummed, voice as velvety as the silks he often wore. You did as he requested and quickly found yourself sitting at his side. “Feel free to indulge. These accommodations are too many for me to have on my own.” 

“Oh, thank you, sir.” You reached for a cup which already held a billowing cup of tea. The aroma filled your nose and made your face tingle. Hesitantly you watched him until he took a sip from the drink. It would be rude to move first. 

“I’m suspect you are curious as to why I asked you to join me today.” His eyes were closed and when he turned to look at you, you were thankful for the reprieve. 

“I am.” 

He smiled and hummed in pleasure to himself before continuing, “It’s come to my attention you have been hiding things from me.” 

“... sir, I would never-” 

“There’s no need,” he said, cutting you off, “for several days now you have been absent.” You weren’t following. Every day you arrived on time, ready to work as expected so what could he be getting at? “Punctuality in physicality is different than presence of the mind.” Oh. 

“I see. You mean I’m distracted.” 

“Precisely.” 

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll do my best not to let my personal challenges affect my work.” Ayato laughed and it made your heart flip. 

“Your work ethic is not in question. I am pleased by all you do here. Though, I cannot abide letting you wallow in distress. I have invited you here to share your woes with not the head of the estate, but as a friend.” 

You were surprised he would notice that your mind wandered these last few days. Most people looked past you, or through you, not taking a second to check if that smile on your lips was real or not. To have the head of the Kamisato clan take interest in your well-being, it made your skin burn. 

“If you really wish to hear me ...” 

“I do.” he reassured you as he carefully placed one of the finger foods in his mouth. 

“... alright,” you relented, face warm, and hoped he couldn’t see the secret you swore was dangling from your very sleeve. 

--

Childe

When you're holding yourself back - your number one fan isn't going to 'not notice' when you aren't acting the same. The moment you mute yourself, quiet down in the crowd, limit your emotions he's eyeing you curiously

You can't escape his gaze, or the ears he has hiding in every shadow - they are always watching, listening, supporting you, caring for you

I'd you need a hand, he will find an endless supply

You had attempted to chime in multiple times but became lost in the crowded voices who spoke louder than you. They were chatting about something you loved, invested in a conversation you were dying to participate in, but every time you raised yourself to speak, a stampede knocked you out. 

Eventually, all the attempts at participating evaporated with the growing conversation you couldn’t work your way into. 

Even from the distant corner you could still hear them laughing away. You weren’t sure what hurt more: your defeat, the ease at which you were able to leave the table without anyone noticing, or the fact that you left the group at all. Either way, you were wading in despair - alone. 

“Hey there,” a familiar voice called out to you. Their face appearing suddenly on the other side of the railing. Even if there wasn’t a set of stairs for him to stand on, you were certain Childe would have found a way to appear in your bubble. 

“Mm, hi.” 

“Your face looks strange.” 

“Your face looks strange,” you bit back with a pout as you pushed him away. He stumbled, but not for long. 

“Haha, sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.” He bounced up the stairs and found his way to your side. The way you leaned against the railing meant he couldn’t look at you directly. Childe mimicked your stance, moving closer than you expected. “Why the face?” 

“... no reason. It’s not important.” 

“I disagree. Come on, tell me what it is. Oh! If it’s someone troubling you, I can certainly deal with them -” 

“Childe, no-” 

“- permanently.” 

“No!” you laughed and shoulder checked him. He watched you intently, eyes flashing to your lips before returning to a more neutral point. Childe seemed pleased with himself but when the sounds of your abandoned table floated your way it drew his attention, and diminished yours. 

“Was it them?” he asked directly, a hint of annoyance in his voice. 

“It’s fine, they don’t mean it.” At least you hoped they didn’t, “I’m not really interested in what they were talking about anyway so I decided to take a little break.” Right at that moment someone shouted something that clearly rebuked your statement. “Um ... anyway, what are you up too?” 

“Exploring, gathering intel -” 

“Crime?” 

“Never!” he retorted with a loud laugh before returning to lean against the railing like you were. In an instant his demeanor changed from the playful Childe you knew to a more serious one, one that made your heart beat rapidly, “I’m simply ensuring those who wish to speak their truth have the chance too. So,” he said as he placed his chin in his hand and gazed at you with intensity, “anything you’d like to share with me?” 

His eyes were sharp, piercing. It made your stomach flip and suddenly all the other voices in the pavilion faded away. “... maybe.” The words tumbled from your mouth as if they had a mind of your own. 

“Great,” he replied with a pep equal to the one you knew well. “Follow me then,” and like a snap of your fingers, he was moving back toward the stairs. 

“Where are we going?” 

“To eat. My treat!” He stood at the top of the stairs and you anxiously looked back at the table. Should you go with him or stay here? 

The decision was made the moment you looked at his face and saw the smile that seemed to hold your name. 

“Hey, hold on.” You stopped him, a thought reappearing in your mind, “You know I meant it, right?” 

“Mmm?” 

“No ‘removing’ my problem?’ 

“Haha, now that’s a subtle way of describing it,” he billowed but didn’t confirm nor outright deny that he understood you. 

“Childe -” 

“I might use that -” 

“Tell me you understand-” 

“Let’s go! I worked up quite the appetite today, after all.” 

“Ajax, you have to tell me you won’t try and kil - wah -- come back here!” You shouted as you dashed down the steps after him leaving the group you came out with in your dust. 

--

Diluc

When you shut down -- he knows the moment you collapse into yourself; he's so observant sometimes it's painful

He will try to give you space, to let you bounce back but the moment you have gone too far - far further than he would like. Beyond the plaster of fake smiles, beyond the holding it together for the sake of others -

When you've isolated, he will find you

You were hiding. There wasn’t any other way to put it - you were absolutely, without a doubt, hiding, and you prayed no one would find you. It would be surprising if anyone did considering you were sitting in a place few people traveled. What need did anyone have exploring the cliffs along the edge of Stormbearer Mountains. None. 

“You’re rather difficult to find.” turning inland, you saw the vibrant red of Diluc’s hair and felt weak at the voice that belonged to him. Of course it would be him, it always was, and now you could count on one hand a person who might explore a place no one ever cared too. 

“That’s kind of the point,” you said and returned to look out over the lake. The sunlight off the water seemed to make the city shine; it was one reason why you liked it here. It was quiet, beautiful, and far from the pressing guilt that weighed you down in the city walls. 

“I see.” He moved closer and though you might have been annoyed if it was anyone else, you couldn’t muster those emotions with him. Diluc stood at your side, adjusting his gloves as he caught his breath. He might have been fit but the walk to reach you was rather laborious. “May I?” He asked, gesturing to the space at your side. When you nodded, he took a seat, left leg propped up so he could rest his arm over it while the other dangled bravely over the edge of the cliffside. 

Diluc didn’t say anything, didn’t ask any questions. He just sat and looked out across the landscape while the sun drifted lower and lower below the horizon. If the two of you didn’t head back soon, the trip back to the road would prove challenging. With a sigh, you pulled your knees to your chest, crossed your arms and let your head rest against them while you spoke, “You should head back.” 

“That’s my line,” he said, almost teasingly and you swore there was a soft tug at the corner of his lips. 

“I’m serious. It’s getting dark.” 

“Night will come no matter if I go or stay.” You rolled your eyes, attention returning to the city you ran from. This part of you torn between wanting to be there and wanting to hide was a thorn in your side that you couldn’t let go. How was it that you could go for months without issue and then a deep, earth-shattering urge to fade away into the silence creeped its way in. You felt lost, deserted, and in desperate need of a break. 

“... why are you here?” you finally asked, lips trembling and eyes cloudy. 

His gaze drifted toward you and though you didn’t adjust yourself, your eyes caught his as they flashed in the setting sun, “For you. No matter the darkness or uncertainties you face. I’ll be there for you.” 

Biting your lip, you brushed the tears away but it didn’t matter. They were falling and there was nothing you could do to stop them. “... just ... give me a minute ...” you mumbled and looked away from him but when the warmth of his finger touched your cheek, you broke. 

“Take as long as you need,” he whispered, voice gentle, calming, and you tried your best to not let the tightness in your throat drown him out, “ when you’re ready, we will go together.” 

“... thank you,” you replied against your tear stained arms. 

--

Thoma

When you put yourself down - Thoma listens to the whispers in the halls, to the quiet wind rustling through the trees. He hears it all even if you think he doesn't

That comment you made about, "messing up again," he took note, the exasperated sign you let out after a day of failure, he heard. The jokes you make on yourself, he's aware

And Thoma doesn't laugh

“Archons,” you lamented in a despairing sigh, “I’m so stupid.” It was the fifth time today you shared your frustrations but they were always directed back at you. You made a mistake and blamed it on your intelligence, stumbled and tied it back to your dexterity - or lack there of. No matter what happened you blamed yourself, and Thoma noticed every single one. 

“What happened?” he asked, quickly finishing up his task to attend to you. You weren’t paying attention to him so you missed the expression on his face telling you just how much he worried.

“I just keep messing this up.” He gazed at the work in front of you and noticed a few splotches of ink that marked the page. “I’ve tried to transcribe this three times already but I keep making stupid mistakes.” The brush moved across the parchment but instead of writing the correct symbol, you wrote the wrong one - again. “Ugh -- way to go, y/n. Can’t do anything right can y---” 

Suddenly, you were cut off by Thoma’s hand as he placed it on top of your. His brows were furrowed, his lips turned down. He was unhappy. Why was he so unhappy?

“Don’t say things like that,” he stated, eyes locked on you, focus piercing. 

“... l-like what?” 

“Things that degrade you.” Thoma reached for the brush in your hand and carefully placed it back in the ink well. “We all make mistakes,” he began as his features started to soften, “even I mess up.” 

“Doubtful,” you muttered but if he heard you he didn’t say anything. 

“I understand you want to do everything right the first time, but ...” He positioned himself on the other side of the table, pulling up a stool so he could sit instead of crouch. When he was situated, he reached for the brush and began to draw a large line down the middle of your work. 

“Thoma!” 

“Life is messy,” he continued without pause, “and we are going to get a little messy too, but blaming ourselves for every small little thing won’t help. See,” he pushed the parchment back toward you, a huge, black line painted right down the middle. “Would you call me stupid for making this line?” 

“What? No, of course not.” 

“And yet you’d do the same to yourself?” His question made you pause and you looked away. “Mistakes hold my worth. Now, this might not have turned out like you wanted, but it doesn’t define your worth either.” 

“I guess ...” you heard him but your heart still felt heavy as you looked at the paper, but the marks Thoma made gave it a little charm. They seemed to enhance the work in some way, to add purpose to all the small blotches you had made before him.  

“Let’s take a break,” when you didn’t move, he lifted his finger to your cheek and drew you back to him, “you’re allowed to make mistakes as long as you are kind to the person who made them.” 

“but ...” his brows furrowed again so you relented, “okay,” you whispered but it was satisfying enough. 

“Great,” he chuckled, and rose from his seat. “Either way, you need to eat. Come on, I’ll make your favorite.” 

“... fine, but then back to work. I know I can finish a few more pages today.” 

“I’m certain you will,” he hummed as he helped you up and when you were close enough he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead and whispered kind words to cover the harsher ones beneath.  

[accio-victuuri]

CPN : Candies from Sunshine By My Side ( filming wrap ) ☀️

I may miss some minor candies but that’s just how it is cause people may interpret things differently. It’s just so nice to see new content from and XZ, and the fact that Sheng Yang is so cute! can’t wait to meet him!

some things already discussed previously:

night light fake rumor

same sun emoji used

disclaimer : everything below is cpn, speculation and interpretation that is very bjyx bias. if you’re not into that then please leave.

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I wanna start with ZZ’s general aura and disposition during the wrap, and how happy he was. It’s really nice to see him be among a group of people that seems to dote on him and that he can be comfortable with. You can probably see some double standard talk going around, that yes, during CQL wrap, he was also happy — however, in the last day, there were moments that they both looked sad. Also the airport photos of GG next day where his eyes were swollen — from crying probably. Add one of the CPNs that they both cried when the filming ended inside their car. So yeah. As much as I see him happy, it brings me back to the bittersweet ending of CQL. I won’t add any video/photo evidence of this anymore because it’s a well-known fandom CPN.

I also just remembered how much of a jiejie collector XZ is. LOL. If WYB collects geges, then XZ collects jiejies. That’s what I noticed with his interactions towards his co-star. I think she’s another jiejie who is now doting on XZ. 😂😂😂😂

Moving on to the other CPN clues, starting with some usual fandom symbols that we see. I love adding those to every post because it shows how consistent they are. for example the logo animation of XZS where GG talks about the Moon. like how many times did we make a CPN between them connected to the 🌙? these might be hard to spot for new turtles or those who aren’t into cpns.

sunflower, the legendary fan given by wyb, red heart, apple watch — need i say more? for the drawing, i’m not sure if ZZ made it but the wink did it for me cause he usually does that. i mean, even WYB’s black panther was winking. sooooo… The 10:05 is a given, but the 10:23 is a nice one cause we’ve been associating him to 23 ( Ai Zhan / Love Zhan ). I have also been thinking about this number because for XZS lantern festival game, they are giving away 23 desk calendars. so specific.

this imagery from the vlog compared to WYB’s single video is just so similar. the sunshine allowing plants to grown. whether that me be literal or metaphorical. how they view the world is so hopeful 🤍🤍🤍 and this is why they get along so well. there is really no way they wouldn’t be close, even if they didn’t end up playing WWX / LWJ. I believe that somehow, they would find their way to each other and still have the relationship we think they have. 🌱

and yes, we know that this was part of the filming process. at the start, XZ planted it and during the course of the shoot cared for it and watched it grow. but the similarity in their message to people and to the world. I can’t. this is some next level coincidence and connection.

The use of words that are same/similar to the captions of Hidden Blade’s weibo account is next. It’s one of those things that I think XZ is purposely fucking with us. It’s not like you can claim that he copies HB, because they do not own those captions on their posts. it’s just words. However clowns will know — what are the chances that he is using the same/similar? Mister eloquent himself who also has a team that does his videos. It all seems intentional.

• “plant your own sun” / and then HB is always putting suns on every 100 million they get in the box office. the intention in XZ’s words is like, do it yourself. like a person works hard to get their success. similar to what happened to HB, they have very little backing and it’s because the movie is actually good that it’s getting the recognition.

• 春回大地 the return of spring. It’s from a chinese idiom which means that spring returns to the earth. It is described that the severe cold has passed, and warmth and vitality have come to the world again.

• 逐光而行 follow the light / 与光同行 walk with the light.

there is also a cpn going around about the sound you can hear from the radio. I am the last person to verify things like this but can you hear wuming? 💀💀💀

but I think the correct explanation is, what it’s actually saying is “how do you rate it?” ( or something like that ) and because of the sound manipulation, you can sort of hear wuming. this is not the first time XZ puts things that he purposely wants us to mishear. lol.

that’s all for now. i am still waiting for an actual trailer from this drama + one & only so we can have proper FMVs of Sheng Yang and Chen Suo. The AU / Parallel world Yizhan pairing to rule them all 😂😂😂

-END.

[elendsessor]

so uh me and my family went to go see ghost busters world iceborne today and it was fine kinda??

i do want to talk about it since i have a lot of feelings about it despite only seeing this and the original

but first actual thing that genuinely is awful that i do want to make known: if you’ve seen trailers you might know that the movie got sponsored by booking.com and yes they do shoehorn it in the movie. booking.com has very positive ties to israel because y’know travel agency and is one of several companies the bds suggests pressure boycotting so please please please do not ignore that fact about the movie please please please please do not support booking.com. do boycott booking.com.

uh spoilers below the cut i guess?

ok actual positives because i fucjing loved the ghost designs. cgi wasn’t great at points (main bad guy ghost dude i forget the name of looked best when obscured in shadows and not actually shown in detail) but the designs were at least done well. and phoebe and melody’s relationship was cute yet was done so fucking dirty. the movie did have good jokes and the acting was really solid, the world building is cool, and yeah if you turn your brain off for most of the film it’s fun. only when there’s action and ghosts is it actually compelling i noticed and it’s really sad since a good chunk of the movie is not that.

there’s too much plot ok. it’s your run of the mill family drama with ghosts sometimes there. i’m tired of the family is forever shit when it isn’t found family or paints the parents as “flawed but well meaning” and having the dad be lovingly stupid (gary’s technically not the biological dad but he does do dumb dad—pretty much flanderized homer simpson you know the trope), the mom strict to a fault but is right in the end, and incompetent brother who’s trying his best but needs a little help. most families are not like this. most families are dysfunctional in their own ways. you don’t have to have physically abusive parents or unsupportive parents to have shitty parents. painting families in this very generic way sets a really really unhealthy expectation that if your parents aren’t openly pieces of shit you aren’t allowed to hate them or if you defy them you’re automatically in the wrong.

but then there’s phoebe. oh is there phoebe.

i hate how in movies now to get across female empowerment is just make the girl super smart and be shoved in the spotlight too often. she is not interesting at all i’m sorry. you can tell she’s the smart one because she wears glasses and likes science isn’t that quirky? seriously when are we going to just get a strong female lead who has interests that aren’t tomboyish or *insert school subject here*? filmmakers do know that girls and women are also human beings with a wide range of individual likes and dislikes that can’t be reduced to tropes right??? again creating the unrealistic expectation that women cannot be treated like normal people unless they’re uber smart or uber strong. this is a problem for all minoritized group representation and i really cannot hate anyone who doesn’t like how the film industry is trying to bend over backwards for groups to force in representations that only hurt them.

biggest sin is she is not interesting on her own. she is so tropey it’s a fucking travesty. melody the ghost girl was the only compelling person—the only one who made phoebe somewhat interesting to watch—and of course she’s not safe from being a trope. i don’t like how melody has to have direct ties to bad guy mcbad and the sudden turnaround that, while it paid off for her, was rushed to hell and back for the drama.

and worst of all, there was homoerotic tension between phoebe and melody and nothing ever happens.

please just let them hold hands.

i know this is a mainstream movie so two people of the same sex even brushing up against one another is a crime but.

they were cute together and fueled several ghost au fanfic ideas.

damn you film industry.

[hypnoot]

“Its just us, nothing else matters.”

[Small disclaimer, there can be some spelling mistakes. English isnt my first language, if there are any my apologies. Second of all, this story is based on the ship xiao and scaramouche in a modern universe. If you do not agree with this ship I suggest you to not read it or replace their names with someone elses.]

Two boys, Xiao and Scaramouche were standing on the rooftop looking at the people beneath them. “There’s a traffic jam, it’s already so busy there” Xiao pointed. “It’s rush hour,” Scaramouche said, “everyone is going home.” Xiao looked at Scaramouche. “Well we aren’t going yet.”

Just the two of them, sitting on a rooftop smoking cigarettes. It was quiet, but not too quiet. You could still hear the noise from below. Both of them were silent but it wasn’t akward at all. They enjoyed eachothers presence, even if there was nothing left to say. Scaramouche was the first to break the silence. “What would you like to do the most if nothing ever mattered, if no one else cared or maybe if nobody even is there?” he asked. Xiao thought for a bit. “I wish that I could dance again.” Scaramouche laughed. “I would never expect that to come out of your mouth.” Xiao smiled and said: “Its weird to describe it but I would love to dance freely without having to worry about anything else. A moment where nobody cares about what I do.”

He looked down again. “Imagine if all those people wouldn’t exist for a day and it would be just you in the world, what do you think you would do?” Scaramouche thought about his answer. “I think i’d just cry.” Xiao had the worried look in his face again. “Nothing you would want to do?” Scara shook his head. “Nope, not when you aren’t around.” Xiao threw the question back at him “Then… what would you like to do the most if nothing ever mattered?” It didn’t take long for Scaramouche to answer that. “Honestly, I dont mind anything aslong as I can be with you.” “Are you sure?” Xiao said, suprised he would say that. Scaramouche nodded. “You’ve helped me through many tough times, Xiao. I wish to help you when you need it most too. And aslong as we both stay together then… I think we’ll be okay.” There was a sad look in Xiao’s eyes. Scaramouche noticed the look on Xiao’s face. “Nevermind that, let’s change the subject. You said you wanted to dance and not worry about anything else right?” Xiao looked at him. “Yes, I did.” Scaramouche stood up. “So why don’t we dance and not worry about anything right now?” “What? Right here and right now? You’re joking right?” Xiao stammered. “Well does it look like I am?” Scaramouche said. “It’s just us, nothing else matters.”

Xiao smiled and stood up aswell. Scaramouche held out his hand for him. “It is a fine eveni-“ “There’s no need to be so formal, really.” Xiao giggled. “Uh uh uh, stop talking.” Scaramouche said. “Now where was I… ahem! It is a fine evening and I am very pleased to be joined by you. So, may I have this dance?” Xiao smiled and took his hand. “Of course, my dear.”

And so the two of them started dancing the rooftop. They danced without having to worry about anything. It was as if the world around them had stopped. The only thing they focused on was eachother. It went from elegant dances together to improvising new moves, but its okay. Anything that came to mind in that moment got added to the choreography. No move is wrong, aslong as you just live the moment. Afterall, that’s the beauty of dance, isn’t it?

thank you for reading!! i’m still figuring tumblr out so this may be a bit messy :)

[jmagnabo92]

CBS Ghosts - Hello! - Confronting Sam - Part 2

The ghosts try to talk to Sam, but Jay convinces her that they aren’t real.

Spoilers may happen.

Discussion and Gifs Below:

LMAO - they’re assuring her that they’re real, meanwhile the other half of the ghosts are like -

Let’s Smile (Pete)

I need answers (Isaac)

You want me (Trevor) 

Ugh, why am I stuck with these people (Sass)

Wow, boys.  Wow.

Also WTF with Trevor’s Backstreet Boys move that he’s doing and Alberta’s like dance and wiggle?  What are you two doing??? 

Here’s Jay, trying to be logical.  

Oh, Jay, if only you knew!  Your life’s about to be turned upside down.  

Poor Sam.

Okay - ghosts.  You’re assuring her that you’re NOT hullucinations - which really wouldn’t matter because even if you WERE you’d say the same thing so...

Also, what are they doing?

Isaac’s got some tada thing with his hands, Pete’s doing something to (what are you doing Pete?), and Trevor’s spreading his arms like he does when he bows - what up with that?

Aw, Sam is trying to be logical.  Poor Sam.  

LOOK AT THEIR FACES.

Isaac’s like what no.

Alberta shaking her head.  

Trevor’s weird face - I can’t even describe it.

And PETE?  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?  Where are you looking?  Why are you looking away?  Who are you looking at?  I need to know.

Jay’s smart here.  Logically, it makes far more sense that her concussion is affecting her negatively, and his advice is good.  It’s just so sad that it’s not true.

Aw.  They’re like “noooo”.

Alberta and Hetty are offended.  

Flower looks confused and hurt.

Thor looks like “Meh”.  He probably doesn’t care.

LMAO - Jay’s like “Go rest while I make a bunch of noise” - seriously, Jay, that’s your advice?  

Okay, this is so funny.  JAY WHAT WERE YOU THINKING - The Internet knows all?  It doesn’t.  This is destined for trouble.  

Also, the looks on their faces.  Again, they’re just like “What is this?”

This is so funny.

They don’t know what the internet is - so Trevor tells us a little bit about himself “Stock Prices and Porn.”  OH BRO, Ohhhhh bro.  

I like how he touches Isaac, who’s like “Why are you touching me?”

And Pete and Alberta are like “Really, Trev??”

Meanwhile, Sass is like “interesting?”

OMG I love it.

LMAO - They’ve been there for like a day and Jay has brought out a painting of Elias??? Poor Hetty.  

I do find it interesting that he put up a painting of an ancestor without even knowing this ancestor.  And then goes on to be like “I’m not moneybags like him”.

Do you think that he wants to be “moneybags” and that’s why he did it?

Like putting up a picture to aspire to be?

POOR Hetty.  This is the first time that we learn about Elias’ cheating. 

Also, it’s interesting that Pete has a look of confusion almost?

Isaac looks straight up concerned - it’s clear that he’s aware that Elias is quite the trigger for her.

Trevor is also like - ‘what is this?’

Meanwhile Sass makes it forward to make things worse... drama king at his best.

OMG SASS is that helpful at all???

He’s like “Elias was a cheater - I remember WATCHING”

Trevor starts off looking like “Oooh cool” because he clearly hasn’t heard ANYTHING about Elias.

Pete’s smiling back there - why?

Isaac’s got this like eyebrow raise and a slight like “omg”

Poor Hetty’s face.  She’s clearly distressed and the boys are not helping.  

Jay’s being or trying to be a good husband here.  Poor Sam, this wasn’t how it was meant to be.  She was so excited until she gets this ‘gift’.

Thor’s curse - I didn’t realize they laid the groundwork here.

Also, Alberta’s like ‘dude, why’?

Flower’s like ‘why do I like this man?’

Trevor, Bro, what are you doing?  Why are you trying to do - whatever you’re doing?  Are you trying to get closer, a better look, what?

Sam’s just like I need to get far away from this nutty thing.

Jay’s like ‘I’m just going to go make a whole’.

OMG These poor ghosts.  

Trevor’s turned away - for some reason, why are you turned away????

Also, like with Sass in Episode 1, you can see them noticing and trying to warn Trevor.  

Isaac and Hetty have their hands up thing, Pete’s warning him.  THOR RUNS to the other side of the hall - WHY?  And Flower goes up against the wall.  POOR ALBERTA.  She goes to the door as well and ends up walked through.  

I do have some questions about Isaac putting his hands up like he does - is it like to protect his eyes from something?  Does walking through a ghost cause residue?  Would putting his hands up protect him from getting walked through himself? (Probably not).  So WHY does he do this?  

Also, Thor’s RUN - mentioned earlier is hilarious.  

That’s 5 ghosts that have been walked through so far.  Interesting.

What’s even more interesting is that Trevor and Alberta seem to shake it off faster than Sass and Isaac.  (Thor’s was in a ‘dream’ like thing, so doesn’t really count).  

Given that Sass (500 years) and saac (250 years) have been ghosts for SO LONG - do we think getting walked through is WORSE for them due to Age?

It would make sense given Trevor (22 Years) and Alberta (95 years) easy shaking of it off.  Could age of death contribute?  It would be rather curious if it did.

ANYWAY - Poor Sam.  

Feel free to chat about it. :)

[ogdoadfates]

Something in the water: Ch #1 Strangers

Gods I am excited and anxious! First chapter of ‘Something in the water’ Is out!!! Here is the AO3 link for those interested!! I hope you enjoy this first chapter!!

These lands used to be lush and green

This world use to be less mean

Crops wither and die most often

Animals flee and run full of disease

Entire forests dead in just days

The trees turned from healthy light

To the baron ribs of long gone life

Down in the river lay a body

Decaying by unwilling elements

The fish in the river keep their distance

Not from fear or hate

But from sadness and respect

This is the body of a life cut short

Of a life that healed their world

That cherished their shared home

One who could have made the green return

One who could have pushed the disease out

The river is the next to grow unwell with this next fallen life

The towns and cities do not talk of the body in the river

All they will say when asked is

There is something in the water

Something in the water

With every year that passes by Vax swears it gets easier and easier to escape their father’s castle. With just a few more silent steps they're free, venturing into the night life that the everyday people indulge themselves in. A place that feels more fitting, freeing, alive then the suffocating walls that surround them in their daily lives.

The two of them slow down their pace once they get into the city proper, making sure that their hoods are firmly in place, even if they aren’t recognizable. Not many folks like the mixed blood of half elves. 

Vex’s gaze lingering on a few of the open stores and late night workers stalls as Vax keeps his gaze upon the folks walking around them, smiling at a few children playing in the street. They make sure to not dally too long, they’re too meet their friends at the groups favorite tavern, The Nesting Tempest, tonight thanks to Scanlan having had a great work week and wanting to have a treat.

It takes a while and they might’ve had a few stops to grab a few trinkets here and there but eventually they are greeted by the glorious and well crafted sign of The Nesting Tempest, Vax has always been intrigued by the woodwork of the sign. The title of the tavern being swallowed by a bird of the sea with intercity carved storm clouds above it and crashing waves below. 

As they press open the doors, they are greeted by the merry cheers of overjoyous drunkards and the smell of well cooked food and alcohol. A particular shout carries over the ruckus of the crowd, booming and familiar. Vax smiles as he sees Grog and the others waving them over, the goliath sporting a wide boisterous grin as he gives the half elven man a playful punch to his shoulder, neary toppling the poor man over causing the others to laugh. Once Vax regains his footing he takes a seat next to the man of the hour, Scanlan Shorthalt.

“Jobs still coming in?” He asks his gnome friend, this event had been planned in advance so he was slightly concerned that circumstances for his friend might’ve changed, hence Vax secretly bringing his own money just in case his friend didn’t have enough. Scanlan mocks a gasp at him.

“Oh, Vax. Vax, Vax, Vax. Look at me! Who could resist hiring me with my talents and good looks?” He says boisterously. Vax couldn’t help but laugh, Scanlan joining him. “But yeah, I am fully booked for the next few weeks.” And Vax couldn’t contain his joy for his friend.

“That’s amazing! You’re going to have to tell us if you perform any nights, me and Vex can see if we can make it to some of them!” Vax exclaims and from there the conversations blur.

He’d been laughing with the other while Grog was drinking another patron, who challenged him to a drinking contest, under the table when two individuals caught his eye.

The first thing he notices is the man with pure white hair, he walks with purpose but also in such a way to not purposely drag attention, the man's companion on the other hand Vax could just make out that she had red hair, with her hood up, not enough to cover her face but in a way Vax recognizes well. Shaking eyes and hands near her hood to constantly make sure it stays in place, not hiding an identity but rather what she is. Him and his sister do much the same to make sure no one sees their ears.

He’s never seen them before. The odd individuals take a seat only a little ways away from their group. He continues to stare till he gets an elbow to the rib cage, the assailant being no other but his sister. She lifts up a single eyebrow in question, to which he subtly jerked his head to the newcomers.

Her brow furrows, she taps on Pike’s shoulder to get the short gnome's attention and points out the two to her. “Who’re they?” Vex says just loud enough for only their party to hear, Pike looks to the strangers for a second before shrugging.

“No clue, haven’t seen them around before.”  Pike says with a curious glint in her eyes. Now that perks the twins' interest, Pike knows just about everyone in town or coming to town, same with Scanlan but with the look he gives them when they turn to him it seems he’s in the dark as much as the rest of them.

Vax takes another glance at the pair, the man was wearing a long almost fancy if it weren’t worn and torn coat while the woman wore her greenish brown cloak worn and what almost looks like moss growing at the bottom of it. These two must have been traveling for a long time, Vax guesses. Which is even more strange as syngorn isn’t really a place travelers stop to visit considering it doesn’t particularly cater to them and is a bit more expensive than most other places, even here in what is basically considered the slums it isn’t particularly cheap.

Percival was starving, so was Keyleth from what he could tell. It’d been a long while since they'd had a proper meal, having been run out of their previous hideout. It’d left them with very little supplies this time but luckily they never took off their coin purses. So once they came to this new city their first stop was a tavern to get a good hot meal.

Keyleth keeps to his side, even silently moving her chair a little closer to him which he’s grateful for. They both don’t care much for crowds and if anything goes awry he wants to be able to grab her quickly to make their escape.

They quietly order their meals, Percy inwardly cringing a bit at the prices but it’s what he’d expect from a capital city. 

Keyleth turns a bit more towards him, her eyes shifting about and her voice just barely loud enough for him and him alone to hear. “I know it’s been a while since we’ve stayed in a place for the night but to be honest Percy, I kind of would prefer it if we just found a place to camp out in the woods.” He understands her worry, they get found out a lot faster when they stay in inns then they do when they decide to just camp out, his back won’t agree with him but he is oh so tired of running. The last two places they’ve stayed at had found them out relatively fast, meaning that though they have enough money for these current meals they wouldn’t have even been able to stay in an inn even if they’d wanted to. 

Camping gives them much more freedom than that of a small confined room too, not to mention a lot less prying eyes and ears when one of them has a slip up. No questions about black smoke, the sound of hooves or why plants are suddenly growing out of the floorboards. Percy takes a deep breath in and releases it with a sigh.

“I’m inclined to agree with you, Keyleth. We’ll look around after getting a lay of the town.” Percy says, giving her a small smile that she returns with a nod. “We’re going to have to look for work soon so keep an eye out for that when we make our rounds.” She gives him a worried look but nods non the less, her hands coming up to mess with the edges of her hood pulling at a few loose threads. They're going to have to get her a new one soon or at least find a way to repair it either by magic or by hand.

Soon enough their food arrives and Percy can’t help but let his shoulders relax a little while he eats. Like always Keyleth finishes eating long before him, it’s probably not healthy for her to eat that fast but what is he to tell the ever anxious woman to slow down.

She goes back to fiddling with her hood. As Percy finishes his meal he decides to have a look around at the other patrons. See if anyones giving them odd looks or heavens forbid recognize them considering they don’t do too much, if anything at all, to hide their appearances.

For the most part it seems like they are just ghosts, nameless faces, within the crowd till he locked eyes with a long haired hooded man only a couple seats away from him and Keyleth. The two men freeze when their gazes meet, the two just stare at each other for a while. Percy can feel the anxiety coming off Keyleth in waves till one of the man’s friends notices. 

The white haired gnome smiles at them, giving them a kind wave before hopping off her stool and coming over to them.

“Hi! I’m Pike and the hooded fellow is my friend Vax!” She says lifting her hand up to him. Percy gives a side eye to both the man or Vax as Pike tells him and to Keyleth before taking and shaking the gnome’s hand.

“Percival and this is my friend Keyleth, pleasure to meet you.” He says, Keyleth giving Pike a small smile and wave.

“You two new to town?” Pike asks them but before Percy could answer a large goliath man has walked over to them as well as the rest of Pike and Vax’s group it seems. He can feel Keyleth edging just a little closer to him. Gods are they lucky they aren’t even having little flare ups today.

“Who’re they, Pike?” The large man asks the small gnome. Pike looks up to him and then the rest of her group with a smile.

“Oh! This is Percival and Keyleth, I was just asking them if they’re new to here!” She tells them before turning back to the two of them and Percy can tell she’s noticed Keyleth’s unease by how her smile turns from bright and happy to apologetic.

“Here, let me introduce you to everyone!” And so Pike proceeded to introduce him and Keyleth to the rest of her ragtag group. The large goliath man’s name is Grog, though intimidating to look at, Percy quickly learns the man is the equivalent to that of a giant teddy bear. Scanlan Shorthalt, another gnome and the reason for their party’s outing this night, the man loves his crude humor. Vax was reintroduced, the man choosing to stay close to his twin Vex. Vex a woman with the eyes of a hunter, calculating yet sure.

He also can’t help but notice how like Keyleth the twins keep their hoods up and particularly their ears covered. This slightly relieves him because if his hunch is right at least Keyleth will be safe in that sense from any nasty looks, at least from this group.

From there he can’t help but get wrapped up in conversation with this odd group, particularly Vex. The woman knew much about the city he and Keyleth found themselves in, in particular she knew about the nightlife. What places to avoid and what places to explore, he quickly discovers she’s a lady who likes both the rustic power of a bow and the beauty of fine jewels which quickly devolves the conversation into talks of bows and other similar weapons.

Percy is just barely aware of how Pike and Vax conversing with Keyleth, the man's face in particular looking almost bewitched by whatever Keyleth is saying. He makes a mental note to keep an eye on him.

[queer-and-dear-books]

Title: The Minus-One Club

Author: Kekla Magoon

Genre: Friendship | Romance | LGBTQ+

Content Warnings: Homophobia | Death | Suicide | Terminal Illness | Alcohol

Overall Rating: 8.0/10

Personal Opinion: Maybe not the most romantic story but it’s hard to be mushy when you’re still grieving the death of your sister. The person you always had in your corner. This book takes a serious look at how grief can affect a person and how important it is to have people around you that understand that grief. But my absolutely favorite thing about this story is the ending. The growth that Kermit and all his friends in the Minus-One club go through. It is satisfying and a breath of fresh air. I promise you won’t be disappointed.

Do I Own This Book? Nope.

Spoilers Below For My Likes & Dislikes:

Likes:

- I’m just going to be brutally honest, most of this score is because of the ending. Richie Corner got expelled, yeah fuck that bitch! How dare he be blessed with a nice ass and then be homophobic while also sexually harassing the only out gay kid. Anyway, I actually screamed out loud when he got expelled. It was just so satisfying. But I also love that the club went from being a “fight club support group” to an activism group. That is beautiful. They are taking their pain and transforming it into a weapon to enact real positive change in their community and I love that.

- Alex is a good friend. He got jealous that Matt was “stealing” his best friend and blew his top but the very next day, he went to apologize sincerely. And he also knew already that Kermit liked Matt and he supported him wholeheartedly. I respect the fuck out of him because of that. That’s a good friend. He even covered for Kermit when Kermit went to visit Matt in the hospital! 

- I really like the concept of the Minus-One club and I think all the members were really cool and honestly, such a good friend group. Patrick is so kind and observant with everyone’s habits. He noticed Matt wasn’t okay even when he acted like he was. Simon is fun, Celia is artsy, and Janna is cool. But all these people are still always there for each other no matter what. I respect that.

- I need to know the video game that Matt and Kermit had played. It sounds like a lot of fun. I mean, what gay kid didn’t imagine their beefy game characters making out? 

- Also, I think they had good chemistry. Part of it did feel like “Oh, we’re the only two gay boys around so let’s make out” which is always a peeve of mine but I like how much their bond grew as they continuously hung out one-on-one rather than as a group. 

- I love that Matt never pushed for Kermit to come out. As much as he wanted to go out on real dates, he understood why Kermit was hesitant. He understood that it isn’t always safe or better after you come out. Sad that it’s like that in their little Indiana town but at least they’re taking steps to make it better.

Dislikes:

- A lot of things are fucked up in this story. But the most fucked up are Kermit’s parents. At first I was giving them the benefit of the doubt. I thought they would love and accept their son if he came out. But then they called Matt “troubled.” AFTER his suicide attempt! Just the way they talked about him after finding out he’s gay was so disturbing. I felt bile.

- That being said, Kermit was still such a shit toward his parents. At the same time, his parents were being very unreasonable. There were no winners in that relationship. I hated them all. In the context of that relationship, I love Kermit in general.

- These teenagers and their repression man. Talk about your goddamn feelings! I’m glad that Kermit decided to get help through mental health resources but goddamn, it should not have taken his boyfriend’s suicide attempt to push him to it.

- My biggest peeve, as I’ve already mentioned, the “We’re the only two gay boys around so let’s make out” syndrome that gay love stories suffer from. Listen, I get it, sometimes there aren’t a lot of options. But it truly felt like, at times, Matt was just stringing Kermit along because he wanted a cuddle buddy and not because he genuinely liked Kermit.

- Also, what was the purpose of Kermit’s fart dream? It was just weird to be honest.

[miracleonice87]

m's midnights (3 a.m. edition) prompt list

she’s back and she brought a prompt list!!! since I’m seeing my girl in just over a month (squee!), it felt time for some moody, Tayloresque shit.

please read the instructions below carefully.

pick a boy from my list (once again: I don’t write for people who aren’t on the list), pick a number from the list below, and send both my way.

I’ll take 5 requests from the list below, and I’ll probably also write some that I want to write for myself.

I honestly have no timetable to fulfill the requests, so keep that in mind. I’m just letting the writing flow whenever it comes!

*new this round:* I reserve the right to write a request for a different boy if inspiration isn’t coming to me for the one you requested. please feel free to list alternate boys as a way to help combat this. I also reserve the right to choose a different lyric for the same reason. 

Lavender Haze: “Staring at the ceiling with you / Oh, you don’t ever say too much / And you don’t really read into my melancholia / I been under scrutiny / You handle it beautifully / All this shit is new to me” 

Maroon: “Laughing with my feet in your lap / like you were my closest friend / ‘how’d we end up on the floor anyway’ you say / “your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that’s how” / I see you every day now”

Maroon: “And I chose you / the one I was dancing with in New York, no shoes” [choose from: Mathew Barzal, Anthony Beauvillier, Kevin Hayes, or Jack Hughes]

Maroon: “The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me / and how the blood rushed into my cheeks / so scarlet it was maroon”

Maroon: “You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway / carnations you had thought were roses, that’s us / I feel you no matter what”

You’re On Your Own, Kid: “Summer went away / still the yearning stays / I play it cool with the best of them / I wait patiently / he’s gonna notice me / it’s okay, we’re the best of friends anyway”

You’re On Your Own, Kid: “I hear it in your voice / you’re smoking with your boys / I touch my phone as if it’s your face / I didn’t choose this town / I dream of getting out / there’s just one who could make me stay / all my days”

You’re On Your Own, Kid: “I search the party of better bodies / just to learn that you never cared / you’re on your own, kid / you always have been”

Midnight Rain: “my boy was a montage / a slow-motion love potion / jumping off things in the ocean / I broke his heart ‘cause he was nice / he was sunshine / I was midnight rain / he wanted it comfortable / I wanted that pain / he wanted a bride / I was making my own name”

Question…?: “good girl, sad boy / big city, wrong choices / we had one thing going on / I swear that it was something / ‘cause I don’t remember who I was / before you painted all my nights a color I have searched for since”

Question…?: “does it feel like everything’s just like second best after that meteor strike / and what was that I heard / that you’re still with her / that’s nice, i’m sure that’s what’s suitable and right / but tonight / can I ask you a question”

Bejeweled: “puttin’ someone first only works when you’re in their top five / and by the way, I’m going out tonight” 

Labyrinth: “you would break your back to make me break a smile / you know how much I hate / that everybody just expects me to bounce back / just like that”

Sweet Nothing: “Outside they’re push and shovin’ / you’re in the kitchen humming / all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin’”

Sweet Nothing: “And the voices that implore, ‘you should be doing more’ / to you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it”

Mastermind: “Once upon a time, the planets and the fates / and all the stars aligned / you and I ended up in the same room / at the same time” 

Bigger Than The Whole Sky: “Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye / you were bigger than the whole sky / you were more than just a short time / and I've got a lot to pine about / I've got a lot to live without / I'm never gonna meet / what could've been, would've been / what should've been you” [tw / cw: considering the meaning of this song, this could potentially be written for a miscarriage situation]

Paris: “Privacy sign on the door / and on my page and on the whole world / romance is not dead if you keep it just yours” 

High Infidelity: “You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love / the slowest way is never loving them enough / do you really wanna know where I was April 29th? / do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?” [tw / cw: considering the meaning of this song, this could potentially be written for a cheating / affair situation]

Glitch: “We were supposed to be just friends / you don't live in my part of town, but maybe I'll see you out some weekend / depending on what kind of mood and situationship I'm in / and what's in my system”

[selfdestructivecat]

For the headcanon game, please give your thoughts on Phoenix and Klavier? :D

Oh you’re just BEGGING for angst aren’t you lmao

(The last headcanon includes Klapollo! If you’re not into that, you can skip it! ^.^)

Spoilers for AA4! You’ve been warned!

Realistic Headcanon:

Klavier is the kind of person who easily just goes along with whatever’s going on. Trucy needs an assistant for her show? Klavier’s afternoon is free, so sure, why not? Apollo needs a ride to a place several hours away because of a potential lead for his newest case? Well Klavier has to know where this is going, so he will absolutely give him a ride. Phoenix and Athena are teasing Apollo? Klavier has no idea how this started, but he is absolutely joining in.

Phoenix is very similar, but only because he believes that he has completely lost control over his life and has simply decided to embrace the chaos (he adopted Trucy, after all). This could lead to many hilarious situations between the two, where they are stuck in some kind of wacky circumstance and both of them simultaneously are just like “ok sure, this might as well happen”. Bonus points if they are also accompanied by someone who is most certainly not okay with the situation (perhaps Edgeworth or Apollo?) and is very nonplused by their attitude.

(More Headcanons Below!)

Unrealistic (but Hilarious) Headcanon):

They were both theater kids! If there was a theater production in their schools, they were at least part of the ensemble, if not one of the starring roles. I’d like to imagine it’s a major point of bonding for the two, where they debate over the best numbers in certain musicals, gush over some of the less-known productions, and even sing together. And they are both VERY extra about it, using fake props and everything (much to Apollo’s chagrin).

Heart-Crushing and Awful Headcanon(s):

I know you probably want to know my thoughts on how Phoenix and Klavier reconcile, and I’m more than happy to share, so I’ll discuss that before giving you another sad headcanon that I adore.

I think it’s unrealistic that Phoenix never blamed Klavier. Law was his passion, his reason for living. It was an exhausting and trying job, but he loved it. He loved saving people and solving mysteries. It would be one thing if he had actually forged evidence and had his badge taken away rightfully, but the incident that lost him his job was clearly not his fault. And it’s hard, in situations like that, to avoid looking for someone to place the blame, even when it’s not their fault either.

But I’d like to think that Phoenix is a good judge of character. When he next sees Klavier, presumably not long after losing his badge, the younger man is a shadow of the confident performance he displayed in court. He acts just as stuck-up and self-absorbed as he was during that trial, but years of dealing with liars has taught Phoenix a lot. He sees the doubt weighing on Klavier’s shoulders, the hesitance that weighs his movements and decisions. He sees a kid, about the same age as Maya when he first met her, and he can’t be mad at Klavier, not really.

And then he meets Kristoph, and he learns who his enemy truly is.

Years pass, Kristoph is behind bars where he belongs, and Vera Misham opens her eyes. Klavier finally learns the truth, and it’s everything he feared. The roles have been reversed, where Phoenix has been an upstanding man this entire time, and he feels like the fraud. He can’t look Trucy Wright in the eyes anymore, and the mere thought of Phoenix Wright is enough to bring him to tears.

I can’t say exactly how long Klavier stews in his guilt. Probably a month after the trial, before Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth notices his behavior and practically demands that he takes some time off for his mental health. And then a few months more, when for the first time in his life, Klavier finds himself unable to play music.

Perhaps it’s Trucy who arranges it, who calls Klavier to the WAA when she knows it’ll only be her father in the office. Perhaps it’s Apollo, who saves Klavier from the darkness inside of him once again and challenges him to act. Perhaps Phoenix initiates the conversation, sending Klavier an invitation he knows he can’t refuse. Or perhaps Klavier goes himself, wanting to see Apollo for business or personal reasons, and encounters Phoenix alone by pure chance.

Either way, the end result is the same. Words are exchanged, many tears are shed, and a hug is shared. And for the first time in seven years, Klavier feels light.

And Another:

In the first case of the fourth game, Apollo learns that Phoenix tricked him into presenting forged evidence (although I have my thoughts about whether or not this evidence was actually forged, but I digress). His first reaction is anger, something so raw and powerful that his first instinct is to punch his former idol in the face.

When Apollo finds out that Trucy is his sister, and that Phoenix had been hiding this fact for years, anger is no longer his first reaction. This devastation runs deeper, because Phoenix was no longer a man he simply idolized. He was a mentor, a friend, someone that Apollo had gotten to know over the years. Someone Apollo had slowly learned to trust again, even after Phoenix had betrayed him.

And that trust had been broken again. This time, Apollo’s first reaction wasn’t to lash out. It was to run, trying to hide the tears running down his face as he tried to distance himself as far as he could before he got hurt again.

However, when Klavier learned of this, anger was his first reaction. And in a perfect mirror of Apollo’s actions during his debut as a defense lawyer, the first thing Klavier does when he sees Phoenix is punch him in the face.

It takes a long time for Apollo to forgive Phoenix, and it takes even longer for Klavier. And this devastates Phoenix, because as much as he hates losing Apollo, someone he sees as a son, he had also become extremely fond of Klavier. And after years of Klavier seeing Phoenix as a fraud, it hurt to see the rockstar prosecutor looking at Phoenix with distain once again.

Unrealistic Headcanon That Will Probably Never Happen:

Phoenix adores Klavier. Probably sees him as a son.

But no man will ever be good enough for his other son Apollo.

So hijinks ensue! Klavier tries to bring Apollo flowers? Uh oh where did they go? Phoenix certainly did not hide them before Apollo returned! Klavier wants to ask Apollo out to dinner? “Oh hey Apollo do you mind working overtime just this once? I’ll actually pay you this time!”

Bonus points if Trucy is working to get Klavier and Apollo together, meaning that she and her father are actively working against each other. More bonus points if they are both aware of what the other is doing, prompting snide comments and competition between the two (as well as a wager or two). Even more bonus points if, while the two are locked in this competition and completely preoccupied with undermining the other, Klavier and Apollo figure things out on their own and have a lovely, uninterrupted date.

Thanks so much for the ask! And sorry that it took so long!

Send Me a Character or Relationship (Platonic or Romantic) and I’ll Give You Some Headcanons!

[thelistingteammiami]

Should You Clean Your House Exterior Before You Sell?

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First impressions matter everywhere. However, this is especially true in the real estate market. When you put your home on the market, potential buyers will first see its exterior. Making the outside of your home look as pleasant as possible is a good selling strategy, but it can also seem like a lot of effort. There are many things to consider: should you clean your house exterior or leave it as it is? Also, should you do it yourself or let the professionals handle it? We've covered these questions for you in the article below.

What are the benefits of cleaning your home's exterior?

Should you clean your house exterior before putting it on the market? Yes, absolutely. However, before you invest time and money in that project, you'll probably want to understand exactly why you're doing it. This way, it will make much more sense, and you'll be happier with your decision.

There's only one first impression

Everybody keeps talking about first impressions, and there's a good reason for that. They really are one of the most important aspects of a house sale. Polished exteriors will wow your potential buyers, and they'll be eager to step inside and see more of it. Plus, they'll be filled with positive emotions while touring your place, increasing your chance of a successful sale.  This is why you should never underestimate the power of a first impression and should try your best to make it a good one.

Curb appeal can increase your selling price

Homebuyers in today's market are looking for more than simply a nice-looking residence in a good area. Buying a house only to spend a lot of additional time and money investing into it and fixing things up is hardly on anyone's list. Cleaning your home's exterior before putting it on the market means there's one less thing potential buyers need to worry about. Not only will they be more eager to buy your house, but you might even get a better deal. Paying some extra money in exchange for not having to deal with exterior maintenance is a no-brainer for many buyers.

What parts of your home should get cleaned?

Let's face it, cleaning the house's exterior is a very broad subject. There are some parts of each house's outside that are more prominent than others. You should pay special attention to getting those parts looking shiny and new, as it will bring the looks of your home to a whole new level.

The walls

Outside walls tend to get quite dirty, especially if you live in an area with dust. Sad-looking walls aren't good for attracting customers, so you should have them sorted out. While painting might seem like the only option you have, often, just cleaning the walls gets the job done. Powerwashing is your best option here. It's quick, and it will eliminate all the dust and grime on your walls.

The roof

Even though the walls are the first thing most people notice, we shouldn't forget about roof maintenance. Different types of algae can make homes for themselves on your roof over time, making it look really unappealing. Professionals at Peak Services Las Vegas suggest doing a complete roof and gutter clean-up as a part of your home sale preparations. A freshly cleaned roof will make your home seem brand new, which is a great selling point. Also, the owner will definitely appreciate not having to deal with roof maintenance for a while.

Driveway and sidewalks

These exterior areas often get overlooked when it comes to cleaning. A quick power wash can do wonders for them and get all the dirt out of all the small holes and cracks. While you're at it, consider doing some landscaping. Mowing your lawn and giving some love to your outdoor plants will have your home looking like it came straight out of a magazine.

What options do you have when it comes to cleaning?

Once you decide to clean your house exterior before the sale, another question arises: who should do the actual cleaning? Usually, there are two options: you can do it yourself, with help from friends and family, or you can hire professional cleaners.

Cleaning the exteriors by yourself

Cleaning the house exterior on your own has its benefits. First, it's significantly cheaper than hiring someone else to do it. Nowadays, you can rent high-pressure powerwash machines, so owning one isn't necessary. Also, you can do it in your free time, without making arrangements with other people. This is very convenient for those with busy schedules.

However, keep in mind that this approach is generally more time-consuming. Also, consider the size of your home: you can probably get by on your own if it isn't too big. However, cleaning larger houses generally requires professional assistance.

Hiring professional help

The main benefit of hiring professional cleaners for your exterior maintenance is that they're very quick. A team of pros will have your house sale-ready in just a few days. This is very little compared to the weeks it could take you if you decide to do it on your own. Also, they're called professionals for a reason; there is very little room for error, and the process will likely go smoothly.

On the other hand, professional cleaning services will cost you a bit more money. The prices depend on the square footage of your home, so you'll need to discuss that with the contractors first. Even though professional cleaning is a bit of an investment, it usually pays off multiple times once you sell the house. This is why we strongly recommend you consider it.

Conclusion

Selling your house can be a tiresome process, as there are many things to deal with. Taking some time to make your house look as attractive as possible will increase your chances of selling fast and at a good price. The exteriors of your home are no exception to this. When it comes to the question, "Should you clean your house exterior before you sell your home?" the answer is yes. It is not that big of an investment, and it can make a huge difference in the sales process.

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[rogersonlaw]

4 Reliable ways to stop bullying in school

Every school wishes to have a healthy atmosphere within its premises. Schools typically enforce strict anti-bullying laws on their premises and rightly so. However, there are some schools where despite the laws bullying is difficult to stop. This blog also provides and explains the tested methods schools can use to end bullying in their facilities. Continue reading.

Proven ways to stop bullying in school

Readout some of the best methods of stopping bullying on the school premises below.

1. Talk to the students: A good conversation can accomplish a variety of things right. If you're in management then you can talk to students explaining the importance of respecting all people. It is possible to explain the consequences of bullying, and the negative impact it can have on the victim. It is also advisable to keep on asking students regularly to see if things are going well. It might not seem so but having a chat could reduce bullying at school considerably.

2. Making sure that the school is a positive place to be: It's necessary that you make sure that you create a positive and welcoming environment at the school. It could instill positive emotions in your students and keep the harassment at bay. In fact, the study suggests that the negative environment of the school gives birth to issues such as bullying.

3. Follow the correct approach: When you notice bullying on your property it is essential to recognize that there are many approaches that work well in stopping it. It is important to be a bit more patient with children who are bullying. Keep in mind that the kids who harass are also children. Do something However, don't be overly harsh in the first instance. Get advice from other members of the management and instructors prior to taking any sort of action.

4. Don't overlook anything: In most cases, teachers aren't able to spot bullying, and they don't help a student. So, be sure you don't overlook anything. If you see the student is sad or stressed ensure that you have a clear conversation about the situation with them. If you don't take care of this, it could hinder you from identifying the bullying.

These are among the best methods for how schools can stop bullying. If you'd like more information, speak to our lawyers. For a chat with our experts reach us by calling us at 416-504-2259.

To know more, connect with us at https://www.rogersonlaw.com/child-bullying-litigation-toronto/