#creative TikTok filters

[jypsyvloggin]

How to get the Blackeyes Filter on TikTok?

How to get the Blackeyes Filter on TikTok? The Blackeyes Filter by @sayfkt has stirred up serious goth-glam vibes on TikTok, with 124.5K videos already under its eerie, aesthetic spell. This filter gives your eyes a deep blacked-out look—perfect for alternative fashion, horror edits, or just channeling your inner Wednesday Addams. How Does the Blackeyes Filter Work? Once applied, the filter…

[airedelalmena]

Yeeeeessss actual creativity! Everyone used to make their own Halloween costumes. Store-bought is very very recent and considering the ridiculous cost for such generic and badly-made crap... Let's go back to this. Please. Look at how fabulous the result is!

[thunderlina]

In the wake of the TikTok ban and revival as a mouthpiece for fascist propaganda, as well as the downfall of Twitter and Facebook/Facebook-owned platforms to the same evils, I think now is a better time than ever to say LEARN HTML!!! FREE YOURSELVES FROM THE SHACKLES OF MAJOR SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS AND EMBRACE THE INDIE WEB!!!

You can host a website on Neocities for free as long as it's under 1GB (which is a LOT more than it sounds like let me tell you) but if that's not enough you can get 50GB of space (and a variety of other perks) for only $5 a month.

And if you can't/don't want to pay for the extra space, sites like File Garden and Catbox let you host files for free that you can easily link into NeoCities pages (I do this to host videos on mine!) (It also lets you share files NeoCities wouldn't let you upload for free anyways, this is how I upload the .zip files for my 3DS themes on my site.)

Don't know how to write HTML/CSS? No problem. W3schools is an invaluable resource with free lessons on HTML, CSS, JavaScript, PHP, and a whole slew of other programming languages, both for web development and otherwise.

Want a more traditional social media experience? SpaceHey is a platform that mimics the experience of 2000s MySpace

Struggling to find independent web pages that cater to your interests via major search engines? I've got you covered. Marginalia and Wiby are search engines that specifically prioritize non-commercial content. Marginalia also has filters that let you search for more specific categories of website, like wikis, blogs, academia, forums, and vintage sites.

Maybe you wanna log off the modern internet landscape altogether and step back into the pre-social media web altogether, well, Protoweb lets you do just that. It's a proxy service for older browsers (or really just any browser that supports HTTP, but that's mostly old browsers now anyways) that lets you visit restored snapshots of vintage websites.

Protoweb has a lot of Geocities content archived, but if you're interested in that you can find even more old Geocities sites over on the Geocities Gallery

And really this is just general tip-of-the-iceberg stuff. If you dig a little deeper you can find loads more interesting stuff out there. The internet doesn't have to be a miserable place full of nothing but doomposting and targeted ads. The first step to making it less miserable is for YOU, yes YOU, to quit spending all your time on it looking at the handful of miserable websites big tech wants you to spend all your time on.

[fics-lovebot]

satoru gojo fic recs - pt. 1

[anime fic rec m.list]

· · ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

these are my personal favs so pls reblog if you like any of them, and don´t forget to support authors!❤️

a song of past romance - ( @fushitoru ) smut but make it demure, flUFF, greek mythology au, suitor/king!gojo, princess!reader, whimpering gojo agenda (weloveit). PLEASEEEE THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST GOJO PERIOD PIECES OUT THERE. it will have you giggling and kicking your feet TRUST

ranking types of hugs he'd be comfortable with another guy giving his gf! - ( @fushitoru ) fluff, bf!gojo, established relationship. not him being devastated bc of a tiktok filter, lmao we love gojo with his theatrics

the horniest - ( @arminsumi ) gojo smut, ITS SO GOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD, he´s horny af, pussy drunk, obsessed, borderline crazy for that wap

too much - ( @risuola ) ANGSTTTYYYY, fluff too, reader and gojo are in a situationship kinda thing where they live together and love each other but nothing has been said yet, they get into an argument bc gojo has a big mouth and says a lot of hurtful things, they´re both just so exhausted

i know you still think about the times we had - ( @saetoru ) angst, fluff, rich bf!gojo, his father makes you break up with him, it´s so angsty omg, they get into this HUGE argument bc gojo´s dad is a controlling mf

sanctuary - ( @arminsumi ) fluff, lowkey angst, weak!reader, bully!gojo, nah he´s just in love but doesn´t know how to say it

flicker of flame - ( @tteokdoroki ) fluff, nervous soon to be dad!gojo, pregnant!reader, he´s going to be the best dad ever

mirror´s pov - ( @teddybeartoji ) smut, "satoru likes jerking off in front of a mirror" YUP, a whole POV of him beating his meat to the thought of you BEAUTIFULLY written, very detailed

the weakeast - ( @screampied ) gojo ANNngst, character death mention. yall already know when it comes to angst i´m that girl, i know i good, well written angst when i see it

accidental nude - ( @satoruhour ) gojo smut, AAND HE SENDS A WHOLE VIDEO!!

gojo tried to give himself a haircut - ( @enkvyu ) this is fuNNY ksksks, I love the banter

trying to break up with yandere!gojo - ( @peachsayshi ) yan!gojo. yep, we´re talkin about lovesick toxic obsessed type of gojo, LDKJSDFJDJFHL

[incognitopolls]

Anon's explanation:

I’m curious because I see a lot of people claiming to be anti-AI, and in the same post advocating for the use of Glaze and Artshield, which use DiffusionBee and Stable Diffusion, respectively. Glaze creates a noise filter using DiffusionBee; Artshield runs your image through Stable Diffusion and edits it so that it reads as AI-generated. You don’t have to take my work for it. Search for DiffusionBee and Glaze yourself if you have doubts. I’m also curious about machine translation, since Google Translate is trained on the same kinds of data as ChatGPT (social media, etc) and translation work is also skilled creative labor, but people seem to have no qualms about using it. The same goes for text to speech—a lot of the voices people use for it were trained on professional audiobook narration, and voice acting/narration is also skilled creative labor. Basically, I’m curious because people seem to regard these types of gen AI differently than text gen and image gen. Is it because they don’t know? Is it because they don’t think the work it replaces is creative? Is it because of accessibility? (and, if so, why are other types of gen AI not also regarded as accessibility? And even then, it wouldn’t explain the use of Glaze/Artshield)

Additional comments from anon:

I did some digging by infiltrating (lurking in) pro-AI spaces to see how much damage Glaze and other such programs were doing. Unfortunately, it turns out none of those programs deter people from using the ‘protected’ art. In fact, because of how AI training works, they may actually result in better output? Something about adversarial training. It was super disappointing. Nobody in those spaces considers them even a mild deterrent anywhere I looked. Hopefully people can shed some light on the contradictions for me. Even just knowing how widespread their use is would be informative. (I’m not asking about environmental impact as a factor because I read the study everybody cited, and it wasn’t even anti-AI? It was about figuring out the best time of day to train a model to balance solar power vs water use and consumption. And the way they estimated the impact of AI was super weird? They just went with 2020’s data center growth rate as the ‘normal’ growth rate and then any ‘extra’ growth was considered AI. Maybe that’s why it didn’t pass peer review... But since people are still quoting it, that’s another reason for me to wonder why they would use Glaze and Artshield and everything. That’s why running them locally has such heavy GPU requirements and why it takes so long to process an image if you don’t meet the requirements. It’s the same electricity/water cost as generating any other AI image.)

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We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

[eddiemunsonistheloml]

Eddie Munson ranking his nicknames (that you gave him)

Masterlist

Taglist

Based on the tiktok filter where you rank different nicknames

Part 2 here but can be read in any order

☆ Paring(s): Eddie Munson x reader

☆ Words: 346

☆ Warnings: Reader is intended to be younger than Eddie but age is not mentioned (it is in part 2 though), not proofread, (lmk if I need to add any other warnings)

1. Eds

You usually call him Eds and he just loves hearing it coming from you. Doesn’t like when anyone else calls him in cuz it’s reserved for you and you only (they call him Ed instead).

2. Pretty boy

Honestly he just loves any kind of praise from you. Slut for praise. Blushed like a stupid teenage boy when you called him pretty boy for the first time. He also gets so cocky knowing that you think he’s pretty. Calls you pretty girl in return.

3. Handsome

Again he just loves praise and knowing you think he’s handsome. He does insist that “handsome” and “pretty” are two very different things though.

4. Rockstar

He’s your favourite rockstar obviously. And you’re his biggest supporter with his music (and everything).

5. Babe

He thinks it’s very simple and classic but he still loves it. He likes more creative names though.

6. Eddie

Just his name so he doesn’t hate it but he doesn’t absolutely love when you just call him by his name. Sometimes you call him Eddie when you’re mad at him or scolding him for something stupid.

7. Munson

You used to call him by his last name all the time before you started dating. He thinks it’s funny that you still call him Munson even though you’re dating now.

8. Freak

Before you knew him you just assumed that he was a freak because that’s all anybody ever said about him. You only called him it a few times when you first met before you quickly realized that he wasn’t a freak. Now you only ever call him a freak in a teasing way and after he fucks you.

9. Dungeon Master

You only use it to tease him especially when he’s being a nerd. He knows that you’re not being mean and are just playfully making fun of him like always.

10. Edward Munson

He doesn’t like when anyone calls him by his actual name. You only call him by his full name when you’re mad at him so he doesn’t love it.

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

[astrolook]

Your Birth Chart : The Cosmic GPS of Your Life.

It’s like your zodiac sign, but with a lot more feelings and less meme potential.

Forgot to tell you that even though I do birth chart readings on both Western and Vedic astrology, I prefer Vedic astrology more as my grandfather is a professional vedic astrologer for 30 years. I used to sit with him and watch him do readings for others whenever I visit him. Hello is 87 now and doesn't do readings anymore. I got his notes and it helped me greatly in the past 6 years.

Lemme me walk you through what you can learn from these 12 houses. If you wanted a complete reading or any other readings that I listed on my pinned post, just leave me a message.

House 1 : Welcome to your personal reality show—where you’re the star, the drama, and the plot twist!

Your "Hello, world!" moment. It's where your true self struts onto the stage, whether you're ready or not. It's the place that says, "This is me, deal with it!" And if you’re ever wondering how people see you? This house is your answer, no filter. This is your ascendant too.

House 2 : Where your self-worth meets your shopping cart—hope you’ve got a coupon!

House 2 is your personal treasure chest—money, possessions, and all the stuff you think defines you. It's where your relationship with your bank account, your snacks, and your comfy socks lives. Basically, it’s the house that says, "I’m worth it," and also, "But can I afford that?"

House 3: The Sibling Saga & Chatty Hour - Where gossip meets the road, and your brain decides to overthink EVERYTHING!

House 3 in astrology is basically the spot in your birth chart where all the “I’m just trying to have a conversation” moments happen. It’s ruled by Gemini and is the domain of communication, learning, and short trips—so if you’re wondering why you can’t stop texting your best friend at 3 AM or taking random detours on your way to work, House 3 has you covered.

House 3 is your brain's best (and most chaotic) playground. It’s also the house of short-term learning, so if you’re ever in the middle of a random Google rabbit hole, House 3 is the culprit, encouraging your brain to soak in everything from useless trivia to “who really invented the potato chip” debates.

In short, it’s the house where your inner chatterbox lives, loves, and sometimes gets stuck on repeat.

House 4: Where your roots are buried… along with your childhood trauma and that one dusty old sweater!

the cozy little nook of the zodiac where everything feels like home—whether it’s a warm hug or a crazy family reunion you didn’t RSVP for. Ruled by Cancer, house 4 is here to make sure you never forget that emotional baggage is always just a basement away.

House 5: The Drama Queen & Funhouse - Where your inner child throws a tantrum… or starts a talent show!

The house of fun, creativity, and—let’s be real—drama. Ruled by Leo, this is the cosmic playground where your inner performer, artist, and party animal live in perfect harmony. It’s where you go to express yourself, whether that means blasting your favorite song and dancing around the house or making your friends watch your latest TikTok masterpiece. Totally casual.

This house is also the domain of romance and pleasure, so it’s where all your crushes get way too much attention, and where every date feels like the season finale of a reality show. It's where you shine, baby—whether you're on a stage, in the spotlight, or just wearing a ridiculously fabulous outfit to the grocery store.

House 5 is also the place for children, your inner child and so on. Ready for your next adventure? Grab some popcorn, because this house is always ready for a show!

House 6: The "I Need a Nap and a Salad" Zone - Where productivity meets exhaustion, and your inner Virgo becomes the office manager of your life!

The house of work, health, and routines. It’s ruled by Virgo, so if you find yourself obsessing over every tiny detail of your daily life—whether it’s your diet, your work schedule, or whether your socks are perfectly matched—House 6 has got you covered. This is where you turn into a tiny, stressed-out robot who lives on coffee and occasionally remembers to stretch (but only after your back hurts).

House 6 is all about getting things done (or at least pretending you’re getting things done). It’s the zone where you manage your day-to-day tasks, juggle responsibilities like a circus performer, and try not to spiral into a mini existential crisis about how you still haven’t taken that 5-minute walk your fitness tracker recommended.

It’s also the house that deals with health, so it’s like your personal doctor, nutritionist, and gym coach all rolled into one—except you may not listen to any of them. There’s also a little “nervous energy” vibe here, so if you find yourself reorganizing your entire closet to avoid confronting your to-do list, yep, you guessed it, that’s House 6 in action.

House 7: The Relationship Rollercoaster - Where 'we need to talk' happens… about everything.

House 7 is all about partnerships, whether that’s romantic, business, or that friend who’s always late to everything. Ruled by Libra, it’s where you seek balance, harmony, and—let’s be real—sometimes, a little drama.

From marriage to bestie bonds, this house is where you sign contracts, have deep convos, and occasionally argue over who left the dishes out. It’s the "mirror" of your life, reflecting what you need (or think you need) in others. Time to pair up!

House 8: The Shady Transformation Zone - Where your secrets, taxes, and weirdest fantasies meet in the dark.

House 8 is the house of transformation, shared resources, and all the things you’d rather not talk about at family gatherings—like your finances, intimacy, or that one "crazy" ex who still wants to know how you’re doing.

Ruled by Scorpio, it’s where you dig into the depths of life, confront your fears, and, let’s face it, probably do some questionable stuff just to feel “alive.” Need a makeover? House 8’s got you. Just… don’t ask where the skeletons are hidden.

House 9: The Adventure Time Zone - Where your wanderlust, philosophy, and Google searches for 'how to get a PhD in 10 days' collide.

House 9 is all about expanding your mind, seeking truth, and hopping on a plane to somewhere you can’t pronounce. Ruled by Sagittarius, this house fuels your love for travel, higher education, and big-picture thinking. It’s where you get super philosophical at 3 AM or book a spontaneous trip to Bali after watching one YouTube video.

Dream big, travel far, and occasionally forget where you parked your car while contemplating the meaning of life. Who needs direction when you have House 9's wisdom... and a passport?

House 10: The "Look at Me Now!" Zone - Where your career, reputation, and obsession with Instagram followers collide!

House 10 is all about your public image, ambitions, and how you climb the metaphorical (or literal) ladder of success. Ruled by Capricorn, this is the place where you think about your legacy—so, no pressure. It’s where you put on your “I’ve got it all together” face, whether you're leading a meeting or pretending to know how to use Excel. Dream big, because House 10 is where you’re destined to shine—if you can just figure out how to make it happen without burning out. Work hard, play hard… but mostly work hard.

House 11: The "Squad Goals" & Dream Team - Where your weirdest friends, group chats, and life plans to take over the world live.

House 11 is all about friendships, social circles, and big dreams—basically, the place where your “hype squad” gathers to discuss how you’re going to revolutionize the world with memes. Ruled by Aquarius, it’s where you seek belonging and come up with those grand, slightly questionable ideas, like starting a podcast about your cat’s philosophical views or forming a band… with only two members.

This house is the cosmic hangout spot, so if you’re always texting your crew about your next spontaneous group adventure, House 11 is like, “Yep, we got this.” Just make sure your crew doesn’t get too weird, or, well, you might end up starting a cult.

House 12: The Cosmic Underworld - Where your secrets, self-sabotage, and unresolved issues go to throw a party.

House 12 is the house of the subconscious, hidden things, and stuff you really don’t want to deal with—like your existential dread, past life drama, and the weird dreams you wake up from, wondering if you’re secretly a superhero.

Ruled by Pisces, this house is where you process all the stuff you’ve been avoiding. It's a bit of a cosmic junk drawer, full of mystery, spirituality, and oops, did I really just do that? moments. It’s your personal therapy session, except you might accidentally cry in public about something totally random. House 12 is where you go to confront your inner mess—just don’t be surprised if you need a nap after.

Curious about your birth chart and what it's really saying about you? 🌟 Slide into my DMs for a personalized astrology reading, and let's unlock the secrets of your stars. ✨ Don’t forget to check out my pinned post for pricing details! 🔮 Let’s make those cosmic connections happen! 🌙🌌

[eponastory]

Well here I am, on the Petty Train with no brakes, and no filter. So listen up MCU Roleplayers. Or Read up. Whatever.

I was debating on going to TikTok with this, because it's so much easier to tell the story there. I still might. But let me tell you. I've been hearing things about people with really big egos trying to gatekeep other players or even worse, holding them to standards that are absolutely unfair. It's not looking good and it's one of the reasons I'm dipping out for a bit.

TL:DR- Stop the gatekeeping, attention seeking shit, uplift and make personal connections that benefit everyone, and find your self-worth.

Simple, easy to remember.

Over the past couple of months, I (along with several others) have noticed that the community has become very stale. You all know me as a person who loves to bring in stories for everyone to have fun with and no one is really having fun. That isn't fair to you guys. I've seen a lot of people dip out and crash out because of this. Guys, I hear you. I absolutely do. I have tried my hand at bringing some fun back into the storytelling aspect of it, but I'm being choked out of my own creativity because it feels like a competition on who is better than who.

That is absolutely not what Roleplay is about. It's about expressing yourself, making friends, having fun, and above all else having the choice to play a character how you see them (even though we have our personal pet peeves). It should not be about who has more followers, who did what first, or who was friends with who first. That is narcissistic behavior and I don't go for that. So my ride on the Petty Train is going to be a long one, and I encourage everyone to read what I have to write.

#1: Gatekeeping is fucking rude.

Recently, I was told that I wasn't allowed to do something in the community because it was 'their thing first' and that they wanted to keep interactions separate. This concerns making my own team (I had done before when I first started up with James (@the-revolution-official) upon roleplaying. Unless you are DIsney, Kevin, or Disney's lawyers, you do not own the rights to the IP. You as a fan, can and have the power to create whatever you want if you are not making monetary value off of it. Therefore, if I want to create my own team of Thunderbolts, I fucking can. It's not stepping on anyone's toes, it's not yours to claim, and it's definitely not going to hurt you. Also, saying that I can keep the Revolution moniker for my version of Bucky isn't your decision either. But thanks for giving me permission to something I had already been doing for months anyway.

So, being told that this will make you upset upon first hearing it, doesn't do anything. I will make you upset just because someone told me no. Your ego isn't my problem.

#2: Attention Seeking is not making Connections.

Oh yeah, I'm going there. Another problem I'm seeing is the attention seeking. Let me explain the difference between wanting to make connections and seeking mass attention. One Benefits everyone, the other only benefits one person. Let that sink in. ONE BENEFITS EVERYONE WHILE THE OTHER BENEFITS ONE PERSON!!!

If you want your community to thrive, you will uplift and seek connections by actually encouraging everyone to have freedom of creativity and choice. Putting out inspirational posts only work so well if you are doing it with the benefit of bringing more people into your fold. I rarely do those posts because I would rather reach out to the individual and talk to them rather than going to a mass post. Or I will do this in RP where it's one on one and it gives the other person a chance to deal with their emotions. Not mine. I usually deal with mine later. But yes, uplifting and encouraging people is always going to be a plus in any community. You want it to thrive without conflict, you raise each other up.

#3: The Bully is almost always someone you know.

Yep. This is very true. I've been on the internet longer than most of you have been alive. I have encountered all sorts of people and have done a lot of questionable things online. For those of you who have been getting bullied, it is most definitely someone you are connected to. It always is. They hid behind anon asks because it's easy to get away with it, however you can always narrow it down to one person. I hate bullies and I'll be the first one to jump down someone's throat if they are bullying someone. The bully is someone who also claims to be innocent all the time but constantly claims to be bullied themselves. We all know this story. It's a classic. It's gaslighting and manipulation into getting attention.

#4: You are not obligated to RP because someone wants you to.

We all have lives outside of the internet. If you are feeling like this because someone keeps guilt tripping you, GET OUT. You should not be feeling this way. It takes away everything that is supposed to be fun and creative out of you. It becomes a chore because you are being made to please someone else. Don't do it. (And I joke about this all the time with a friend of mine when she totally has the freedom to do what she wants.) You should do what you want and if someone is pushing you, don't do it. Make the choice for yourself. You are your own person and this is the fucking internet. Real life is more important.

#5: It's the internet. You should not put all of your worth into it.

I can't stress this enough. I've seen so many people get hurt that I hurt with them. Obviously, I'm a real person, but the amount of people I see putting validation into people they can't see instead of themselves kills me. You're worth is not determined by the people behind a screen. Your worth is determined in yourself. The things you do, your creativity, your autonomy, your beliefs, and everything else that makes you who you are. Your worth should not be placed into someone who will be in your life for a very short time and who you may never meet in person. Find it in yourself. See what I see, which is a human being with feelings that needs connection and to know their worth.

In short, the MCU RP community has some problems that need to be addressed. I've tried reaching out to the other party involved to fix some of the issues, but it's VERY clear to me now that the problem isn't the rest of us. I'm tired of it. The Discord server that was supposed to be a safe place was invaded and then mocked. I was targeted, but we see how that goes. People are being bullied. The gatekeeping is fucking absurd, and the attention seeking is ridiculous. I've been in enough communities to know that attention seeking is everywhere, but I have not ever seen it on this level. It's ridiculous.

Anyway, if some of you read this, great! I'll put the TL:DR at the top.

-Story

[splatoonpolls]

once again I’m ranting on this account don’t think I posted this on this account

I wish more artists would realize. Non artists are very clueless when it comes to AI. Like if you’re not in a creative field like writing, painting, or music. You’re not going to understand what is the problem with generative AI. So next time you see a friend of yours try an AI TikTok filter, don’t be under the impression that they know about how generative AI scrapes from artists (often without their permission) and still decides to use it because they’re such “bad boys”. They just think “oh wow how cool!” And go on with their day.

I’m going to give one example. I was in my schools production of west side story, and these girls decided to use generative AI for some of the boxes. I could easily tell that they probably thought “hey this is pretty cool and easy! Let’s try it out” they didn’t think “finally! I do not need to use one of those pesky artists that forces me to pay for their stuff. Because once again. Same with these girls in my class generating stuff using the Microsoft AI during ESL. For them, it is just a silly thing they might do once or twice.

This brings me to how two of the biggest secondary schools in my county are both having Christmas markets, and they both decided to use AI. Sometimes, it is just on accident. You might look at a photo and go “how christmasy” and use it, without realizing it is AI (at a first glance of course). Though I am a bit pissed off because the PR committee is right there with our photoshop! (But the vice president of the school union did say most of the time they didn’t want us to burn out, so they do have good intent, but it is just, not as thought of as they might think)

so next time, you see a non artist use AI. Please remember most of the time they aren’t doing it out of ill intent. If you want to explain to them why generative AI is bad for artists, just be polite and explain it for them.

[d0llcuries]

HELLOOO!!!!💓 could you do roxto x navi!reader maybe something going around the clan involving roxto and kirk since yk people on tiktok claims he has feelings for her so rumors going around that people have seen the two flirting and obviously that upsets reader so she takes a step back from the two of them and even goes as far as to take back all the jewelry she’s made roxto ( I love my underrated roxto king )🩵🩵🩵

JEALOUS, JEALOUS, JEALOUS GIRL

pairing(s): roxto x fem!na'vi! reader

summary: you never thought roxto to be an ignorant person. and he isn't! maybe just a little oblivious..

author's note: this week was not it istg!! too many things are happening sll at once and i just lost my motivation in the middle lf writing this (i really hope you can't tell). this anon was sooo creative and unless there was another character named kirk i wasn't aware of i probably messed up the plot.. 🧍 anywaysss ending super rushed because HEADACHE.

you’ve always been the girl made of too much light. there’s a warmth about you, fiery and stubborn. all dark curls and bearing grins. you are sharp like the edge of the sea rocks, but warm, bright, like the first light that filters through the waves at dawn. the sun clings to your skin, kissed deep by the sea, gleaming in the dips of your collarbones, the arch of your shoulders.

nothing about you is quiet—your presence is a flare. you move through the village like you belong to it, like the ocean itself curls at your feet, eager to keep up. everyone knows you, yn! they call, always a voice trailing after, always someone drawn to the light you carry.

you do not love quietly, either, you never have. you pour yourself into everything, your love spilling over, careless, until it floods the spaces around you. you can’t stand the idea of holding back, of loving anyone halfway. so you give, and give, until the lines blur, until the difference between your heart and your hands no longer exists. there’s no steady middle, no balance, just the push and pull of everything or nothing at all.

it shows in the way your hands move—always creating, always giving. you weave your feelings into the world around you, shells and beads tangled in thin cords, bracelets wrapped tight around wrists like you’re holding on to the people you care for. it’s how you’ve always shown love, letting your hands speak when your heart feels too full for words. you work with the kind of care that can only come from someone who feels too much, someone who pours themselves into every task, every knot, every woven strand, as if by creating, you are giving a part of yourself to the world.

ao’nung teases you for it, says you’d gift a stranger your last shell if they looked at you the right way. but he doesn’t understand. he’s always been loud, brash, speaking only to fill the space around him. tsireya, though—she understands. she’s like the tide, steady and constant, anchoring you when your love feels too big. her kindness seems to shine brighter when she’s by your side.

you’ve always felt sure around them, always steady, like you belong. like the ocean itself, you’ve never had to question where you fit into their lives, never wondered if your place was secure. roxto, especially.

for roxto, you make more jewellery than anyone else. ao’nung complains about it sometimes, calling roxto your favorite, but you’ve never corrected him. maybe because it feels true in a way you can’t explain, not even to yourself.

you felt intertwined with him, sewn together, like you were carved from the same bone, shaped by the same hands. you are the same—same thoughts, same instincts. people spend their lives searching for that kind of connection, but you never had to. the only thing keeping you apart is the stretch of time between you, the space of a single sunset.

but what good is that depth if it is just friendship? if it has always been just enough, just close enough, just warm enough, but never more? you wonder, sometimes, if you’ve been fooling yourself all along. settling for scraps of something you never dared to reach for, afraid that grasping it might break the delicate balance between you. so, you stay on your side of the line, trying to find contentment in his friendship only. pretending you do not care about the moments when his gaze lingers on someone else—on her.

the sullys arrived during the crescendo of your denial, with their strange ways and different words, and everything felt just a little bit off. you welcomed them like you do everyone, with wide-open arms ready to share whatever you could with these strangers who carried the sea in their own way, even if it wasn’t your sea. kiri, especially. you liked her right away. she didn’t need to be loud to make her presence known; there was a stillness about her, like deep water, and it drew you in. you didn’t see at first the way roxto’s eyes lingered on her a little longer than usual, the way their conversations seemed to grow more frequent, more intimate. you didn’t mind that roxto spent more time with her and less with you. not at first. you admired her, if anything.

it’s only later, when you’re sitting by the shore, eclipse encasing the shore that the words find you. you’re working, always happy to help, fingers weaving together a net under the guidance of an elder, the conversation around you drifting. you don’t catch the beginning of it, just the soft murmurs that slide into the space between your thoughts. then, you heard just a whisper, tossed carelessly into the air.

“roxto and the sully girl, they have been spending a lot of time together, have they not?”

you freeze, your hands stilling against the rough weave of the net. there’s a beat, a moment where the world seems to narrow down to that one sentence.

“they would make a sweet pair! he is always with her.”

the words are sharp, cutting through the soft lull of the evening, pulling something inside you loose. it was meant to be nothing. just a stray thought, a harmless observation. but the words stuck, winding themselves around your chest, squeezing tight. you tell yourself it’s just idle talk, something for the elders to pass the time in their slow lives with, nothing more. you’ve heard gossip before. you’ve never cared. but this time, the words settle into your skin like saltwater in a cut, stinging in a way that makes you wince. roxto and kiri? it couldn’t be true. he would’ve told you. right? he tells you everything—what he ate, how he caught more fish than ao’nung, how his aim is sharper. why does he talk about ao’nung so much?

he's been your friend since you could swim, since the days when your only concerns were how many shells you could collect before the tide took them back. if there was something between him and kiri, you’d know. you would know.

it was ridiculous, she told herself. roxto was allowed to have other friends. he was allowed to spend time with kiri, to teach her the ways of the sea and laugh with her about things yn did not understand. but still, the ache remained, sharp and relentless, until it became something she could not ignore. she did not know how to explain it to herself, this strange ache in her heart, this tightening in her chest whenever she caught them together. it was ridiculous, she told herself. roxto was allowed to have other friends. he was allowed to spend time with kiri, to teach her the ways of the sea and laugh with her about things yn did not understand. but the feeling remained, sharp and relentless, until it became something she could not ignore.

she tried to distance herself, pulling back ever so slightly, hoping that if she gave them space, the feelings would go away. you start skipping out on lessons, declining evening swims, making excuses when the others invite you to visit the spirit tree. they notice, of course. tsireya asks if you are alright, but she’s used to you being like this sometimes, your emotions spilling over and pulling you under. even kiri watches you now, quiet, curious, like she can sense the shift but isn’t sure why it’s there. but the more she withdrew, the worse it became, her jealousy simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. it was an ugly feeling, one she was not used to.

it’s evening when you see them again, standing together, his head tilted toward her as they speak. your necklace, your work, hangs loosely around his neck. it’s the same necklace you made with your own hands, the shells still gleaming from the water you strung them from, a piece of yourself hanging against his skin. but now, as you watch them from a distance, that warmth you once felt curdles into something ugly, something jealous.

you wonder—no, you know he’d rather wear something of hers. something kiri made with her hands, something that spoke of their growing closeness for all to see. the thought gnaws at you, claws its way inside and twists, filling you with a venom you’ve never known. it sits bitter on your tongue, burning where you used to taste only sweetness. it’s foreign to you, this anger, this rage creeping through your veins. not usual, not like you at all, but it’s there now, coiling tighter with every glance he throws her way, every small smile you catch between them.

you should have let it go, laughed it off the way you used to with roxto, but you cannot. your heart’s too bruised, too tender, and it’s easier to fake acceptance than admit the pain sinking its claws into you. jealousy is an ugly thing. it tastes bitter, and it’s unfamiliar to you—this anger bubbling under your skin, sharp and venomous. and it’s aimed at him. the one person you thought you could never feel this way toward. but it is there, burning hot, and you hate it. you hate that he has made you feel this way, and worse you hate that he does not even know. so you decide to protect yourself. you let the anger harden into something cold, something you can work with.

so you decide, as you watch them together under the setting sun, that if you cannot have him, then maybe it is better to take back what you can. to preserve what little pride you have left. fine, you think. if he wants to drift away, then let him. you will take back what is yours before it is too late. you will pretend to support it, whatever is going on between him and kiri, and maybe in that faking, you can make him feel some of the hurt he has made you carry.

you go to him that night, basket in hand, your steps light but your heart heavy. you hadn’t seen roxto in days, avoiding the places you knew he’d be, keeping yourself scarce under various excuses, anything to keep your distance. but now, standing at his door, the weight of what you are about to do sits uncomfortably on your chest.

he greets you with a joyful smile, as if nothing has changed, as if your absence meant nothing. he doesn’t notice the tension in your jaw or the way your fingers curl too tightly around the basket’s handle. he is still your roxto. “yn, hello! where have you been loca?” he asks, joy in his voice, oblivious. “why are you avoiding me?”

his questions hang in the air between you, but you can’t meet his eyes. you don’t answer his question directly—don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that you have been avoiding him, that you feel like vomiting everytime you see him with kiri.

you force a smile, and he knows it is insincere. “i have been busy,” you say, the words clipped, and even though you know it will hurt him.

“i need the jewelry back,” you say quietly, not looking up at him. “since you are spending so much time with kiri, you will need the space for when she makes you something.”

the joy slips from his face, replaced by confusion. “what? why would you want them back, you gifted them to me!”

your throat tightens, but you force yourself to keep going, to keep the mask of indifference on. “you would not want to wear something another woman made when kiri starts making things for you,” you say, your voice hollow. you look up briefly, catching the hurt in his eyes, the way he flinches at your words. but you can’t stop now. it’s too late.

roxto’s brow furrows as he watches you, the lightness draining from his face. “what are you talking about?” he asks, stepping closer, his voice low but tinged with confusion. “why would i need space for—what do you mean, kiri making something for me?”

you feel your heart race, frustration simmering beneath the surface. “you know exactly what i mean, roxto,” you snap, louder than you intend. the words come sharp, cutting through the quiet of the evening. his family shifts where they sit, their gaze now fully on him, and you see the tension ripple through his shoulders. “just… give me back my things.”

he blinks, taken aback. “what—no, i don’t know what you mean.” his voice is still soft, trying to find his way through the sudden shift in your tone. “why are you saying this? why are you acting like this? we’ve been friends—”

“just give it back, roxto!” you cannot stand to hear him finish that sentence, because you know it will make you falter.

his eyes widen in surprise at your shout, the sudden impatience in your voice. he glances back at his family, noticing how they watch the two of you, then back to you, something like desperation creeping into his expression. “okay, okay,” he says quickly, lifting his hands in surrender, trying to calm the situation. “i will get the jewellery.”

there’s a pause, a long, painful silence, before roxto turns away, walking slowly back into the marui to wherever he kept your jewellery.

his family is there, watching, their eyes flicking between the two of you, confusion etched into their faces. it’s strange—strange to see him return something so personal, so full of meaning. but they don’t say anything, don’t ask the questions you can feel building in the air. they just watch in silence as roxto packs away the last of your gifts, his shoulders slumped, his usual brightness dimmed.

when he hands the basket back to you, his voice is quiet, a shadow of what it was before. “have a goodnight, yn”

oh, why’d he have to say it like that? like it mattered. like it still meant something. you nod then leave without a word, feet moving quicker than they need to, the weight of the basket tugging at your arm. the air feels tight, pressing in on you as you walk, the night too quiet. each step echoes louder than the last until you're back home in the warmth of your own family's home.

lying there, eyes wide open in the dark, you replay the moment over and over, the ache growing sharper. did you make the right choice? were you too hasty? you twist the thought around in your head, but each time it feels messier. whatever. this is for his own good, you tell yourself, staring up at the ceiling. he’ll be happier with kiri. she is quieter than you are, more graceful, and a million times more mature. he needs someone more grounded to compliment him. and that someone isn't you. you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing the thought away, but it lingers, bitter and heavy in the back of your mind.

roxto stood there, watching her disappear into the night, his heart tight in his chest. she’d been different for weeks now. distant, closed off like she was somewhere else even when she stood beside him. no one had said anything, not tsireya, not ao’nung, and he didn’t know if he should ask. he’d meant to, really. but between the sullys arriving, lessons, and,, well, kiri he hadn’t found the time. now, after tonight, he wasn’t sure if she even wanted to talk to him anymore.

he let out a sigh, dragging a hand through his hair. roxto wasn’t one for confrontations, and he wasn’t exactly bold with his feelings either. but this? this felt different. it gnawed at him, made him restless. what did i do?

he couldn’t just leave it unattended like this. and so, he did what he always did when he couldn’t figure things out. he went to ao’nung. of all people.

the two boys lounged on a jagged rock jutting from the water, too far out from the village for it to be considered safe. both had crossbows in hand, halfheartedly waiting for fish to skim the surface. ao’nung stretched lazily, eyes half-closed against the midday sun, but roxto sat with his back hunched, fingers tracing the string of his bow, the words heavy in his mouth.

“ao’nung,” he started, hesitant, “have you noticed anything… strange about yn lately?”

ao’nung cracked open one eye, his tail flicking in mild irritation. “you just noticed?”

“she is mad at me,” his voice was small, like he was afraid to say it aloud.

ao’nung snorted, setting his crossbow down and leaning back against the rock. “no kidding. everyone can see that.”

roxto winced, looking down at the water, watching the ripples as he kicked his feet. “but why? i do not understand. i did not do anything.”

ao’nung snorted, rolling his eyes. “that is because you do not know anything about women. you are hopeless.”

“you are not helping,” roxto muttered, shoulders slumping. he felt ridiculous. maybe he was. his words stung, but there was a truth in them roxto couldn’t ignore.

ao’nung gave him a long look, then sighed, shaking his head. “think about it. when did she start acting weird?”

roxto thought back, his mind drifting over the weeks that had passed, trying to pin down the shift. “i do not know… maybe after the sullys arrived? around then, i guess.”

ao’nung smirked, leaning back on his elbows. “exactly.”

roxto frowned. “what do they have to do with this?”

“you are joking, right? you spend all your time with them. specifically, with kiri—ANOTHER woman.” ao’nung raised an eyebrow, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “and you did not think yn might have a problem with that?”

roxto blinked. “should she? no! i mean, we’re all friends. why would she care?”

ao’nung slapped the back of his head. “because, idiot, she likes you.”

roxto froze, the words sinking in slow, like they didn’t make sense. “what? no, she… she doesn’t.” but even as he said it, something inside him twisted. something clicked.

ao’nung rolled his eyes. “yes, she does. trust me, i know.”

roxto was quiet for a moment, frowning as he stared down at the water. it didn’t add up, but… maybe it did? no, no, that cannot be it.

ao’nung continued, “because you have been parading around with kiri, you made everyone in the entire clan—including yn believe that you are into her.” he shook his head, annoyed. “seriously, you need to start paying attention.”

roxto’s mind spun, trying to piece it all together. “but i did not… i did not mean to—”

“yeah, well, intentions do not matter when you are that clueless.” ao’nung leaned back again. “you better figure it out soon, or you will lose her. and trust me, if you screw this up, she is not coming back.”

roxto’s stomach twisted. he hadn’t meant for that to happen. he never even considered… “so what do i do exactly?”

ao’nung shot him a look that said he was lucky to have even asked. “talk to her, obviously. tell her she is an idiot for thinking she is replaceable. and maybe stop talking about kiri every other sentence while you are at it.”

roxto winced. was he doing that?

he sat there, staring out at the endless stretch of water, the crossbow limp in his hands. he hadn’t seen it at all, not even a flicker of what you might have been feeling. but now, thinking back, it all clicked into place with a painful kind of clarity. he never thought about you being upset, jealous, even. did you really think he would replace you? he couldn’t imagine life without you in it, without your infectious enthusiasm and that grin you'd always flash him when you thought he was being silly.

roxto prided himself on being observant, on noticing the little things. maybe somewhere along the way, he'd gotten too busy. too caught up in lessons and in the newness of the sullys and the trouble they brought, to notice the subtle shift in your relationship. it hurt, knowing he’d missed something so important.

he thinks of the way you used to laugh—how easy it used to be. now, everything feels like glass, sharp and fragile, and he doesn’t know when it started to crack. but it has, and it’s his fault for not noticing sooner. for letting you drift while he stood still. his fingers run over the string of his crossbow, feeling the tension there, the quiet hum it makes, and he realizes—he misses you. more than he can explain. more than he should, maybe. and it hits him like a wave breaking at his feet. you’re not just his friend, are you?

roxto had never really thought about it before, but you had always been the center of things, the pull that kept him steady. now, without you, it was like the air had thinned—he couldn’t catch his breath. he’d always seen you like sunlight, slipping through cracks, too bright to look at directly. and now that you weren't there, the spaces she used to fill felt raw, sharp around the edges, like the world itself had dulled. how had he not noticed that before? he was in love with you.

all he could think about throughout the rest of the day were the memories he kept tucked away, the ones he wrapped in quiet, secret ribbons just for him. he remembered the way his pulse would pick up when you'd tuck your hair over your shoulder, how he'd straighten his back, try to sound more confident, whenever she turned his way. like that night by the reef just him and you, long after the others had gone back. the moon caught in your eyes, and he thought this is what people sing about. he told himself it was nothing—just his nerves—but it stuck to him.

maybe he'd been in love with you since before he even knew what love was, and now it was too late to pretend he was not.

he has to fix this. no more waiting, no more wondering. he’ll find you, talk to you. say all the things he should’ve said weeks ago.

you’re stuck on babysitting duty, watching your little brother chase after the colorful fish darting through the shallows while the sun dips low on the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant strokes of orange and pink. it’s not what you’d planned for your day, but instead, you’re knee-deep in the sand, half-heartedly shooing away a group of noisy kids who think your brother is the perfect playmate, while all you can think about is how much you’d rather be anywhere else.

then, just as you’re considering dragging your brother home, you spot roxto in the distance, silhouetted against the light. he’s been looking for you and you dreaded being found. rush of heat floods your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and envy, and without thinking, you duck behind the nearest rock formation, heart racing. you can’t let him see you like this, can’t let him witness the way your heart sinks at the sight of him with her. so you crouch low, desperate for the ground to swallow you up as you watch them through the slivers of light, feeling both drawn to him and repelled by the creeping jealousy that gnaws at your insides.

roxto finds you quicker than you’d hoped, right when you thought you’d found the perfect hiding spot. you’re crouched beneath the jagged rock formation, pressed against the cool stone. his wide eyes mirror your own nervous energy, though he doesn’t fully understand why you’re hiding. you’ve barely explained it to yourself. you swallow the lump in your throat and murmur to him, “just tell him i qm not here, okay? do not look at me, just say it.” he nods, earnest and serious as if this is part of some grand game, his little shoulders squared like he’s on a mission.

the shadow that falls over the rocks sends a shiver through you. there’s roxto, standing just a few feet away, his familiar silhouette against the last stretch of evening light. your brother scrambles to his feet, hands on his hips like he’s proud to be delivering this very important message. “she told me to tell you she ks not here,” he says, all too pleased with himself.

there’s a long silence. long enough that you think roxto might actually leave, might actually accept your weak excuse and let you sit in the safety of your little cave, but then you hear him sigh. the kind of exhale that says really?

“you know i can see you, right?”

your stomach twists, and you stay still, hoping the ground might just swallow you whole. he steps closer, ducking his head slightly as if to peer under the rock, and when you glance up, his eyes are already on you, soft and confused.

“come on, yn. talk to me.”

you don’t move, your arms still wrapped tight around your knees. he always finds you. you should have known better. “i do not have anything to say to you.”

he crouches beside you, and the look on his face is enough to make you want to scream. he looks worried, gentle, like he has no idea why this is happening. and maybe he doesn’t. of course, he doesn’t.

“you have been avoiding me,” he says, voice quieter now, almost a whisper. “ao'nung says you are jealous of kiri.”

you press your forehead against your knees, trying to swallow the frustration that’s rising up your throat. how could he not see it? it’s all been so obvious. the way he looks at her, the way he gravitates toward her during lessons, the way you’ve started to feel like an afterthought. but instead of answering, instead of explaining yourself like you should, you lash out, words coming before you can stop them.

“why should i be jealous of the forest girl?” the moment the words leave your mouth, you regret them. they hang in the air between you, sharp and bitter, and when you finally lift your head, roxto’s face has fallen, eyes wide in shock.

“yn,” he breathes, like you’ve slapped him. like he can’t believe what you’ve just said.

“i did not mean that,” you mutter, ashamed, the guilt settling in your chest like a rock. you’ve never spoken to him like that before. never said anything so cruel. it isn’t like you, but jealousy has made you into something you don’t recognize. something venomous, something ugly.

roxto stares at you, still crouched beside the rock, and the hurt in his eyes makes your chest ache even more. “you know i do not care about her like that,” he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “kiri is just… she is just a friend.”

a friend. just a friend. but it doesn’t feel like that, not when you see how easily they get along, how effortlessly they share smiles and looks you can’t decode. and yet, as he sits beside you now, earnest and so full of concern, you start to feel ridiculous for doubting him. he’s always been yours—yours in that way friendships are built, brick by brick, over years of laughter and trust. but now, you can’t shake the feeling that something is slipping away, something you hadn’t even realized you were holding so tightly until you started to lose it.

“it does not feel that way,” you admit quietly, your voice cracking in the way it does when you’re on the edge of tears. you’re tired of holding it all in, tired of pretending like you’re fine. “it feels like… everything is different now.”

he doesn’t answer right away, and you can tell he’s trying to make sense of what you’ve said, trying to understand without fully grasping the depth of your pain. his gaze softens, but he looks unsure, fumbling for the right words. “nothing has changed,” he says eventually, though it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself than you.

but it has changed. it’s there, in the way his focus has shifted, the way he talks about kiri—about her quick mind, her sharp instincts, the way she fits in so easily with everyone. and you hate that it makes you feel so small, so unwanted. and what if he does care about her? what if you’re just another friend to him, no different from anyone else?

before he can say more, you hear your parents calling from the shore, their voices carrying over the water, and your brother perks up, already darting toward the sound. “yn!” they call again, louder this time, and you know you don’t have much time left.

you stand abruptly, brushing off the sand and dirt from your legs, and roxto rises with you, watching you with those eyes, that familiar warmth. “i am sorry,” you blurt out, almost tripping over the words. “i will talk to you tomorrow, i promise.”

and then, without thinking, you step toward him, wrapping your arms around his torso, pulling him into a tight embrace. he stiffens for a second, surprised, but then his arms come up to hold you, a hesitant warmth that you know all too well. you press your face into his chest for a moment, breathing him in, the familiar scent of saltwater and earth grounding you.

when you pull away, his expression is a mixture of confusion and something else—something you can’t quite place. “goodbye,” you whisper, offering a small, tired smile.

and with that, you turn and walk toward the shore, your feet sinking into the cool sand, heart heavy with the weight of what you didn’t say. every step feels harder than the last, like you’re leaving something important behind, but you don’t look back.

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Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) | Pairing: Buddie (Evan Buckley x Eddie Diaz) | Words: 1,473 | Rating: General

Tags: Firehouse 118 Crew Shenanigans (9-1-1 TV), Howie "Chimney" Han is a Menace, Silly, Cute, Pre-Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, 9-1-1 (TV) Season 8, Crack Treated Seriously, truly one of the dumbest things i've written, Mentioned Tommy Kinard, but it's post-break up, Pining Evan "Buck" Buckley

Set after 8x06. When Buck's whining about his ex threatens to disturb Chim's peaceful lunch, he gets creative in how he shuts him up. (Or the one inspired by the TikTok trend of throwing cheese at babies).

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The thing with being a firefighter was that when it was crazy – it was very, very crazy. Chim had hardly stepped through the threshold at the start of the shift before the alarms had gone off. B-Shift had covered that one for them, but he’d just about buttoned up his uniform shirt when the alarm went off again. So it went for the first few hours: in, out, in, out. From multi-car pileups to run-of-the-mill trashcan fires, Chim felt as though he had done a thousand squats with how often he had had to get in and out of the engine. Now, however, it felt as if the firefighting gods had finally found their mercy. The firehouse had gone peaceful – not quiet, never quiet – and most of his team had filtered off to do their own thing.

Bobby had resigned himself to the office with a coffee and a deep sigh, a stack of paperwork tucked under his arm. Ravi had hit the bunks the second he had shucked his turnouts. Eddie and Buck were somewhere downstairs. Knowing the pair of them as Chim did, he guessed that they were probably working on a chore meant for one. Meanwhile Hen lounged across the loft couch, watching TV a little way away from where Chim stood and contemplated the kitchen’s cupboards. Lunch wasn’t too far off but Chim’s grumbling stomach refused to wait for Bobby to emerge. He needed something now. Something quick. Something tasty. Something like a sandwich.

Whoever did the groceries last had picked a nice baguette loaf that reminded Chim of the kind they served at subway. Glancing at the bougie label upon its wrapper, Chim guessed that it was probably Buck. He wasn’t feeling particularly creative as he raided the fridge for some sliced ham and cheese. The cheese was likely intended for the burgers Chim spied inside, making him lick his lips, but he swore to replace it before Bobby needed it. He also snatched the butter and some tomatoes and lettuce for balance. He closed the fridge with his elbow and noticed how quickly Hen’s head perked up from behind the couch. Chim held up his bounty.

“Making a sandwich. Want one?”

Hen didn’t verbally respond, but Chim acknowledged the thumbs up she offered before her head disappeared again. He grabbed the cutting board and two plates before he started on the bread. It cut beautifully because of course it did. A loaf that cost as much as Buck had likely spent on it should never be tough. Chim salivated as he spread butter across his and Hen’s sandwiches. It slid so smoothly, so beautifully so… well, like butter. Chim knew he’d be scolded for the crumbs he left behind in the tub, but he was too hungry to care. A little bit of salad, some of the ham and then just a few slices of cheese and he’d tame the beast that growled within.

Although, as Chim started to assemble his masterpiece, another beast slowly prowled up the stairs. Chim heard Buck long before he reached the top. He went on and on and on…

“Don’t you think it’s weird that he hasn’t text me? At all?” Buck wondered aloud. Chim did not have to turn around to know that Buck wielded his phone. It was probably already opened and on his and Tommy’s text conversation, or lack thereof. “Like, am I that forgettable?”

“You broke up, Buck,” Eddie replied exasperatedly. Chim could only wonder himself how many times Eddie had said that in the past half hour. From the dejected sigh, followed by the screech of a chair and the thump of Eddie’s body as he threw himself into it, Chim could guess it was a lot. Buck, oblivious or uncaring to Eddie’s tone, continued on. Chim grit his teeth.

What he had intended to be a nice, peaceful lunch was quickly becoming the Buck hour. Or rather the Buck and Tommy hour. Chim would be lying if he didn’t say he’d been a little gleeful at the news Buck and Tommy had broken up. He and his wife had even shared a celebratory glass of wine the evening they found out. But perhaps Buck dating Tommy was the lesser of two evils for Chim was sure he’d somehow heard more about the guy now that he was out of Buck’s life. Chim reached for the cheese. His fingers pinched the edges of a slice a little too hard as Buck continued. He laid it down carefully and smiled as he remembered a video Maddie had shown him a while back.

The internet was full of strange and wonderful things. From puppy videos to TikTok dances, Chim devoured it all. He’d laughed in delight when Maddie had shown him what was, at the time, the latest trend across parental social media spaces: the cheese chuck. Videos and videos plagued Maddie’s timeline of babies – often crying, sometimes simply existing – being stunned when their parent or guardian threw a slice of cheese at their faces. Chim had wished to try it out himself, sure that his daughter would see the funny side, but Maddie had clicked her tongue at him and called it stupid and cruel. Chim agreed with the former, but he didn’t think the prank required a call to CPS or anything.

Chim held a new cheese slice gingerly between his fingers. Behind him, Buck droned on and on. His rambling was interrupted occasionally by a noncommittal hum from Eddie or, much rarer, the annoyed sigh of his name. Regardless, Buck continued: Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.

“Maybe I should call him? Maybe he’s just waiting for me, y’know? Yeah, I should probably call-” Buck’s voice garbled off in a strangled cry.

It was an entirely unconscious act. One second Chim had been holding the cheese and the next… well.

Buck blinked as best he could beneath the cold, slightly slimy cheese slice that had hit the side of his face. His phone clattered against the tabletop as Eddie howled with laughter beside him. The cheese shifted slightly as Buck furrowed his brows. His mouth parted with his confusion.

“What. The. Hell. Chim?” Buck turned slowly. Chim wasn’t sure if it was because Buck was so angry that he felt he had to restrain himself or because he didn’t want to disturb the cheese. Either way was funny. Chim’s face split in half with his grin.

“Got you to shut up, didn’t it?”

His admission only fed Eddie’s laughter. By now he’d doubled over the table, wheezing between bursts of cackling.

The commotion had captured Hen’s attention. She rose from the couch and pursed her lips at the scene before her, only to grin when she realised what had happened. Buck scoffed when her phone rose upwards to snap a picture. That seemed to break whatever spell the cheese had cast upon him. He lifted a hand to peel it off his face, but Eddie got there first. He held Buck’s wrist still while he also snapped a picture, mumbling something about how Chris would love it.

“You’re all so immature,” Buck chastised. Eddie snorted. Like Buck hadn’t spent the morning whining about his ex like they were in high school. “This is such a waste of cheese, too, Chim. Think of the starving children.”

As far as Chim was concerned, not many children longed for a cheese slice. Even the starving ones. Eddie, however, was a different story.

“It’s not a waste of cheese.” He reached up and grabbed the slice that Buck had succeeded in only half peeling from his face. Buck watched, dumbfounded, as Eddie scrunched it up in his palm and then popped it into his mouth. He chewed for a second and then grinned to show Buck how it had stuck to his teeth. “See?”

“Ugh, you’re so gross,” Buck whined. His smile betrayed him, however, and his blue eyes twinkled as Eddie continued to chew.

Chim jumped when Hen bumped into his side. She handed him his sandwich she had finished for him, complete with cheese that had not been stuck to the side of Buck’s face.

“Do you want to remind Eddie that Buck recently had a face full of boils, or shall I?”

Chim glanced over at the pair still sat at the table. Eddie chewed animatedly and shoved his face into Buck’s space, just to make the other squirm. Between breathless laughter Buck tried to push him off. He didn’t look as though he was fighting too hard, in Chim’s opinion. Eddie looked just as joyous as Buck: his cheeks had come up all pink and his eyes crinkled in the corner as he smiled around one last victorious chew. His gulp was loud when he finally swallowed. Chim scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“… I don’t think Eddie cares.”

[yoursoulvisions]

✨ Gods and Goddesses among us: How ancient archetypes manifest in modern life ✨

Today I want to discuss a rather unusual topic. Let's talk about archetypes – energies that were known to our ancestors as Gods and Goddesses, and which remarkably continue to shape our lives today.

Ancient pantheons are not merely collections of stories about powerful beings. They are maps of the collective unconscious, manifestations of primal images that Jung called archetypes. They affect our behavior, choices, desires, and even the way the world around us appears.

How do these ancient archetypes manifest in the 21st century?

🌹 The Aphrodite archetype. Goddess of love, beauty, and desire in the era of Instagram and Tinder

Aphrodite is the energy of attraction, passion, aesthetics, the drive for connection. Where do we see her today?

🔹 In the world of Instagram and TikTok. It's the cult of visual beauty, filters creating the ideal image, the desire for admiration and likes as a form of worship. It's the pursuit of "aesthetics," trends in fashion and makeup.

🔹 In the dating industry. From Tinder to dating agencies – it's the search for "that spark," chemical attraction, the desire to merge with another. Aphrodite moves us when we choose a partner with our heart (or eyes).

🔹 In the culture of self-love. It's not just external beautification, but also internal acceptance, self-care, development of one's sensuality and enjoyment of life.

🔥 The Ares archetype. God of war, passion, and action in gyms and business battles

Ares is the energy of action, drive, competition, overcoming obstacles, aggression, as well as passion and the desire to break through. How does he manifest today?

🔸 In sports. From professional arenas to amateur races – this is a pure manifestation of Ares. The drive to win, to overcome oneself and the opponent, physical power and adrenaline.

🔸 In business and career. The desire to reach the top, competition for a place in the sun, aggressive marketing, startups "capturing" the market – this is Ares's energy in a business suit.

🔸 In the online space. Heated arguments in comments, trolling, cyberbullying – less constructive, but vivid manifestations of Ares. And also – the energy of activism and fighting for one's rights or beliefs.

🌙 The Hecate archetype. Goddess of magic and transformation in therapy and spiritual quests

Hecate is the energy of depths, intuition, working with the shadow, transformation, choosing one's path at life's crossroads. How does she manifest?

🔹 In psychotherapy and self-discovery. Especially in working with the shadow, exploring the subconscious, navigating crises and transformations – this is Hecate's path.

🔹 In spiritual practices and esotericism. The pull towards the unknown, working with energies, interest in magic, divination, the world of dreams and symbols.

🔹 At life's crossroads. Changing jobs, moving, divorce, starting a new project – moments of uncertainty and choice where intuition and the capacity for transformation become decisive.

🎭 The Dionysus archetype. God of ecstasy, creativity, and freedom at festivals and in art

Dionysus is the energy of liberation, spontaneity, creativity, celebration, dissolving in the moment, connection with nature and one's instincts. How does he manifest?

🔸 In music and festival culture. Raves, concerts, art festivals – places where people seek to step outside the ordinary, to dissolve into the music.

🔸 In art. Spontaneous, sensual creativity that breaks rules and comes from the heart – this is pure Dionysus.

🔸 In everyday life. The ability to enjoy the moment, spontaneity, connection with the body and its desires, liberation and freedom of self-expression.

What is the value of this knowledge?

Awareness of which archetypal energies are active in you or manifest in various situations brings clarity to much of what happens in life.

You can begin to understand the motives behind your actions and desires.

You can consciously work with these energies – strengthen those you need, weaken destructive manifestations, seek balance.

Better understand collective processes and trends in society.

Pay attention to yourself and those around you. Which ancient energy is most strongly expressed in you right now? In whom among your acquaintances do you recognize Ares or Aphrodite? Feel free to share your observations in the comments!

[lonoellphotojournal]

Sometimes I Miss...

I miss cable tv; making sure you tuned on time to your favorite tv show each week. Even Super Bowl ads were better when we had cable. I miss going to the mall to get new outfits. It was a vibe to walk around with all your shopping bags, and come home and it somehow felt like a birthday going through all your bags and seeing everything you got. I miss the OG Victoria's Secret. The lingerie sets, the pjs, the store decor. OG Pink was flirty and fun. Buying Pink underwear with funny phrases for each holiday. I miss watching music videos in the a.m. on MTV and VH1. I miss when instagram was more about a fun filter than trying to make a photo look like a luxury brand ad. I miss glam makeup looks. Who cares if we were going to Walmart, let us feel glamorous while doing that! I miss going to theaters more often to see movies. I know people still go but not as much as we used to. I miss when Youtube was actually a place to find creative people who loved making videos, not people who just "want to be Youtube famous, or rich YouTubers". I miss Vine. And I know we have TikTok but TikTok is like the entitled trust fund baby of Vine. I miss when DIY was actually good stuff, not clickbait, 5 minute crafts stuff(it never took only 5 mins). I miss Pinterest/Tumblr aesthetic bedrooms. They were simple, and yet magnificent all at the same time. I miss writing song lyrics on our hands and posting it on Tumblr or Pinterest. Everyone wanting a polaroid camera to make polaroid walls. I miss thigh high boots, high waisted skinny jeans. Cute, yet simple high ponytails, messy buns, Vans, fun bralettes, even those puff balls on our keychains. Everyone wanting a Beats pill or Beats headphones. I miss the artistic brand packaging for beauty products, whether it be perfume, lotion, lip gloss or eyeshadow palettes. When did brands suddenly get scared of using glitter on packages? Or bright colors? We were edgy, chic, a wild-child, and free spirted then. I guess what I am trying to say is...

I miss the 2010s.

[boldegoist]

Here are all of the assets for my DPxDC animatic today! I am providing them so that, if you so desire, you may use them for your own animatics. Rules:

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Do NOT feed or scrape this data through AI. Do not use AI "filters" (i.e. "make it Ghibli" etc etc.)

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