#easyeli

[littlehappyrabbit]

[cleanaf]

Easy Does It !!

[peedeep]

If you know, you know It is what it is

[gotsnoonetotalkto]

I think I could draw a good bat man like it seems doable.

[spotforme]

every once in a while, when i'm feeling down, there's this website i go to and look at the 8th bladed mace of my dreams

[princemick]

im never refreshing this page

[tragically-jane-doe]

No but I've found one of the best background Minecraft YouTubers mahjong blonsky

He has a smooth voice mainly talks about tea and alpha minecraft (the version he's making vids on) and better than adventure (a mod to add a shit ton to early version of Minecraft) and has some of the best calm background ambiance music stuff

[imma-bs-it]

I the thing I miss most about being a kid is those times when you just met some other random kid while at the park or whatever and over the next like hour or two became ride or die best friends and did everything together and then it was time to go home for dinner and you never saw each again

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH

I'll send you in several ones and you do the ones that spark creativity. 😉

Some of them are fitting for Maks/Vova, some for Volena, some are maybe just Volodymyr. You choose. 😁

- Tell me you love me, he says. Tell me again. Could there be a sweeter arrangement? Over and over he gets to ask it. I get to tell.

- And now you’ll be telling stories of my coming back; and they won’t be false, and they won’t be true, but they’ll be real. 

- Mostly, I want to be kind. 

- Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

- It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.

- Maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — 

- But if I sing, I sing from her.

- I died, and was born in the spring; I found you, and loved you, again.

- Well, who doesn’t want the sun after the long winter?

Hello! I’m sorry these took me so long - it was so lovely of you to send so many options. There were a few that didn't spark anything but they're in my WIP doc to think about later. The ones I have done are mostly drabbles, or a couple hundred words each xoxo

- Tell me you love me, he says. Tell me again. Could there be a sweeter arrangement? Over and over he gets to ask it. I get to tell.

I did something for this one here - it’s Andriy/Vova so a bit different to what I usually write which was a nice change in a way. I’m.. tempted to write a diff version with Vova & Olena, but it’s just an idea at the moment.

- Mostly, I want to be kind. 

“Можна..?”

He nods, without thinking - an instinctive response within him even now - to help - to soothe whatever hurt she carries, evident with the crack in her voice. It tears him open, that same wound, again and again. Sometimes, he wonders if it will ever heal, or if it will be something that he will carry with him for the rest of his life. Without checking with Maksym or Andriy, or the rest of his team - he steps forward and opens his arms. She holds him, this stranger - or not a stranger really, she is one of his people; and he would do anything for her. The ache in his chest sharpens as he feels her grasp onto his sweatshirt, her breath a faint quiver as she nestles into him.

Later - Maksym stares at him, a barely concealed fury on his face - the hand not on his gun flexing into a fist, his breathing shaky.

“Do you realise how reckless that was? How dangerous? She could have k–”

“I know. Nothing happened. I'm fine." He brushes it off like always, knowing that if he thinks about it for too long, he will drown. "She needed– oh god,” he rubs a hand over his eyes, his tiredness pulling him down, sinking slowly. “Maksym. I can’t bear not to be kind- there’s enough cruelty.. I won’t let this–”

- Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Volodymyr looks into the mirror and blinks.

His reflection blinks back.

The fluorescent lighting of this tiny, miserable little bathroom has drained him of any colour he might have had before. The man looking back at him seems at once a stranger, his unshaven face gaunt. He has never seen anyone look so drained, so tired. The grey hair at his temples is more obvious now, his beard more silver. He presses a shaking hand flat against the cold countertop, inhaling slowly. Vaguely, he can feel his heart fluttering against his ribs- too fast for comfort, nausea circling in his gut. The dull ache of his bones feels sharper in the grim light, rubbing his skin raw.

When did he last sleep? When did he last eat? When did he last see the sun?

The past looks back and shrugs its shoulders, offering no reply save the yawning void within him. He shivers.

Volodymyr blinks - the world swimming out of focus, pushing up, away from him.

His reflection blinks back.

- It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.

It is dawn; the sun almost unbearably bright as Maksym watches Volodymyr in the courtyard of Saint Sophia Cathedral, his gravelly tone filling the air. He utters the right words, again and again - what people need to hear, words that they will press to their hearts to sustain them through all this. It never ceases to strike Maks - that the hours Volodymyr spends poring over his words are never in vain, that even after two years, he still finds words that will comfort, but that do not shy away from the reality they all endure. The cream vyshyvanka he wears is a marked contrast to his wide dark eyes, his dark hair, his solemn expression - one that he wears more often now than a smile. There is something of a fairytale about the image; something that Maksym will tell his descendants, that he was here, alive - at the same time as this extraordinarily brave, utterly selfless human being.

Maksym watches as the President speaks and finds suddenly that his eyes are burning, a lump in his throat.

That they are still here; after all this. It is a victory - and no small one either.

- I died, and was born in the spring; I found you, and loved you, again. & Well, who doesn’t want the sun after the long winter?

“It's spring again–”

“Yes, love.” She looks at him, faintly bemused. “It comes every year.”

Once upon a time, it had been a gift - still is, really; that she has him, and he has her - and Ukraine is independent and free.

“I know–”

He looks out over the mountains from the deck, closing his eyes as he tips his face to the sun, and she is struck suddenly by how much lighter he seems now; the dark circles beneath his eyes have faded, she no longer sees the sharp edge of his cheekbones, his ribs, his spine as he lies in her arms - his nightmares do not echo through the halls quite so often and she is so grateful for it, for all of it; to have him with her.

“There were so many times when--" he stops, overwhelmed by it, just for a moment.

She finishes his sentence softly, the words just for him-

"You wondered if it would ever come.”

He nods, reaching for her hand, entwining their fingers. His grip is loose, but there is still something comforting about it - sure in the knowledge now that she will always be there.

[forfaehou]

It was hard for me to read the headcanon about Nanami, who spoils his girlfriend rotten, to the point of insanity. In that HC the girl is used to it and takes it for granted.

People gather around them on their own. They are charismatic, capable of conquering almost everyone.

And it hurts me that something like this will never happen to me. I don’t have this “easyness ”, and if I leave the company of people, no one will notice my departure. No one cares what thoughts are in my head and what feelings are raging inside.

I am consumed by envy from the inside, because I have never experienced unconditional love, admiration and sympathy for my true self in my life. I am not interesting to anyone, I was neither my mother’s nor my father’s princess.

I grew up with constant “I understand”, “it’s okay”, “I’ll wait”.

I thought for a long time why this is happening and I cannot change it no matter how hard I try. And I came to the conclusion that such things are felt at the level of the unconscious. Little things, details, habits, reflexes that a person is not able to change give me away. And such things cause even more unpleasantly cloying pity.

For everyone, I am "later, maybe, we'll see, someday." But I am not an elegant, neat and delicious dessert that you wait for all day, I am a tasteless candy that was left on a plate: it is a pity to throw it away, but you don't want to eat it either.

I hope someday people like me won't think about it.

[nyoomfruits]

see charles and oscar came over together while lando was weighing himself and then lando wandered off and charles was literally watching oscar get weighed and then they were yapping together?? choscar continues to move me tbh like those are boyfriends

RIGHT like they start to endear me more and more. its the handshake and the yapping and the way oscar seems so himself around charles??? the immediate yapping in the cooldown room, THE FACES IN THE PRESS CON like. theres a familiar kind of easyness there that i rlly love

[the-banana-0verlord]

how are you ? hii ^^, I would like to request for the third year boys I think they are rook, leona, vile, malleus, lilia and trey well with a fem mc who is very bad at studies because she had never attended a school before so this is her Taking classes for the first time and taking exams, that's why she works hard even though she failed several times, she never gives up~ one of her favorite phrases is "if I fail 99 times, I'll continue once more, maybe the 100th will be the winner" hehe <33

again, i apologize for the request taking so long 😅

How the third years would react to a Reader who is bad at studies

Notes: Gn reader, i totally forgot idia existed 💀 Either that or it was a conscious decision.

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🦁Leona Kingscholar 🦁

🦁Studies were never a problem for him. He always passed his exams with flying scores without even trying. 🦁So since everything came to him so naturally, it was hard for him to imagine someone not having the same easyness as he did. 🦁You were at the opposite ends of the spectrum: He didn't care about school yet excelled at it, while you were still optimistic when your scores barely passed the passing note. 🦁You made him care again. He helped you with your studies and you got progressively better. 🦁And it's not just your studies who got better, his also. Because of you, he put effort in what he had to do. Under all his grumpiness, he thanks you for it.

👑👑👑

👑Vil Schoenheit👑

👑Sure, you weren't all that good, but you tried, and in Vil's book, that's more than anyone could do. 👑Also, he's not one to pass the opportunity to help someone become their best selves. 👑So he helps you. The time passed with you is enjoyable thanks to your cheerful personnality. 👑He also enjoys teaching you. Why don't you come around to Pomefiore so he can teach you makeup?

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♦Cater Diamond ♦

♦Of course he'll help you, that's what an upperclassman does! ♦But to be truly honest, most of the "study times" are just you hanging out. ♦But when you actually study, he's not half-bad as a tutor. ♦He's not the best, but at least you can see your grades get a little better.

🏹🏹🏹

🏹Rook Hunt 🏹

🏹What wonderful ardor and persistance you have! Oh, how it makes his heart flutter! 🏹A hunt for a good grade is a hunt all the same, and you have the qualities of the best huntsman. 🏹You never seem to catch your prey, though, so he'll just ahve to give you un coup de pouce. 🏹Not all minds work the same, so maybe yours just works differently than the norm of teachings. 🏹You'll be studying school and he'll be studying you.

♣♣♣

♣Trey Clover ♣

♣He's pretty used to tutoring since the underclassmen in his dorm usually go to him for help or advice. ♣He was willing to help from the start, but your positive attitude motivated him more than the complains of the others he tutored spouted every second. ♣He's in the science club, so that's covered, and cooking always help with mathematics. ♣Yeah perfect teacher 10/10.

🐲🐲🐲

🐲Malleus Draconia 🐲

🐲You're asking him, Malleus Draconia, to help you study? 🐲He should be offended, but he finds it so intriguing and amusing he'll indulge you accept your request. 🐲I mean, there is no one better to learn from than from the best.(He's a very terrible teacher though) 🐲Your positive attitude is also refreshing from the gloomy and terrified faces of his daily life.

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🦇Lilia Vanrouge 🦇

🦇Don't ask him for potion making, but he'll be perfect for teaching history. After all, he was there when it happened. 🦇...Except he wasn't. When XXX thing went down, he was hammered with his friend Jerry on the other side of the continent. 🦇He's still kinda helpful with the big lines, but don't really expect much. 🦇That or he'll put you through Silver and Sebek's training regiment. Don't know which is worse.

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Hope you enjoyed!

Have a good day/night!

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

The “It” couple

Part 1 ~ 3 Piñas Coladas later ~

If you think Tiffany and Frank were the “It” couple at their own wedding, think again.

That title was reserved for Syd and Carmy, or more like for their drunken alter egos.

Not even Donna could drink that many Piña Coladas.

It started quite innocently. Syd just wanted a drink but didn´t want to wait in line for the bartender to fix it for her, so she told Carmy and he promptly sneaked into this little back room where the waiters worked non-stop at their stations to keep up with the high demand of the almost 100 guests that atended the simple yet elegant wedding at the luxurious and historic Gold Coast mansion on State Parkway where the bride and groom were exchanging their vows and becoming husband and wife sourrounded by friends, family and a staff of at least 30 people who made sure everything went out smoothly.

So smoothly, Carmy found all he needed to fix Syd a drink he thought she was going to love, and off he went, like nobody´s business. The waiters looked at him work that cocktail shaker like a pro, so they didn´t dare to say a word to ask him what he was doing back there.

That drink was such a hit with Syd that in no time, he was back in there fixing her another one.

3 drinks later, she wanted to dance. Carmy obliged.

At that point, he thought he needed a drink himself because dancing was not his forte.

So he took care of that very quickly, and after downing 2 glasses of red wine back to back, he joined Syd on the dance floor. Nothing was too awkward or too overboard; they seemed sober and like they were having a good time. Nothing completely out of the ordinary for the untrained eye.

For Richie, Cicero and Donna though, it looked like Halley's Comet was orbiting the dancefloor and an easyness that they never thought Carmy´s feet had was making him look like he knew exactly what was he doing there, with his busines partner in his arms, swinging to the music and even humming the song in her ear.

She looked just as carefree, it seemed like they went out dancing every weekend, and that was just another day in the office for them. They just looked perfect together, and for once, they appeared to have not a care in the world.

Even Tiff and Eva were in disbelief when they saw the insouciant version of “Uncle Carmy”.

Sugar was quick to take a picture because she simply couldn´t believe her eyes.

But no one burst their bubble. No one wanted to say it out loud in case their words were all it took for the spell to be broken. The unspoken agreement among the Berzattos and Berzattos by proxy was: “Let them dance.” And that´s what they did.

Part 2

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[the-real-rouxls-kaard]

Hey, Rouxls. Can you rate this word puzzle I made? It goes like this:

You're a bus driver. 8 people get on, 3 people get on, all but 2 passengers get off, 4.5 people get on, x3 the amount of people currently on the bus get on, No one gets off the bus, A man named Fred gets on the bus, 8 People get off the bus but 2 change their minds and get back on, the person with 0.5 of themselves missing finds 0.25 of themselves, and leaves the bus along 1 other person, (1+1) X 4-7 get off the bus while 3 get on, and finally, 1 person gets on, while 5 get off.

Now, how old is the bus driver?

Ah yes. What an easye puzzle. That I did solve with incredible speed due to mine intellecte. So easy in facte that I needeth not saye the answer for we all knoweth what it is.

7/10 it doth not shine a candle to the blazing difficulty of my puzzles but we needeth easy puzzles too so the worms may experience victorye before being crushed by the glorye of my ULTIMATE puzzles.

[the-lordeth-of-puzzlese]

What are your opinions on sudoku?

It ise too easye.

Try Juniore Jumbleth insteade.

[deeptrashwitch]

Today is Alicia's turn to be a lovesick woman! (I loved to write this :D)

It was a slow day on Alejandro's house, he was on leave and as usual, he dragged Alicia to pass her leave with him. Not that she complained either. And now that they were together, they were watching some cooking shows. Especially the Colonel was taking some recipes as inspiration for later, until they came across with a baking show. Alicia looked up at Alejandro, and noticed him really interested on it. So in silence, she started to look for some recipes for desserts and ordered some ingredients to be delivered. Then she went back to watch the show with him. And more or less an hour later, the ingredients Alicia ordered arrived, so she went to pay and leave everything on the kitchen. "Did you order take out?" Alejandro asked with a raised eyebrow. "Uh, no, I forgot that part."she admitted with an ashamed smile. "I ordered some ingredients we needed." "Ingredients? What for?" "You seemed like you wanted to bake," Alicia murmured as she looked away, "so I looked for a recipe, and if you want to try...I can help, even if I know nothing of baking." Alejandro was surprised. "¿Deveritas? ¿Deveritas?" "Deveritas." He smiled happily as he turned off the TV and basically sprinted to the kitchen. And Alicia couldn't stop her own smile when she noticed the shine on Alejandro's eyes. Like that, they started to follow the recipe meanwhile they flirted at the same time. It was quite the fun moment for them, even if Alicia was a bit clumsy while she prepared some things. Alejandro chuckled when he noticed how focused his girlfriend look, amused when he noticed she had flour over her face. Meanwhile, Alicia was mesmerized by Alejandro's movements and how happy he looked while he prepared some parts of the dessert, humming a little melody as he cooked. And soon she ended staring at him with a lovesick smile, distracting herself until she smelled how something got burned. When she looked at the stove, she noticed how the carmel burnt. "...Sorry." She murmured, blushed out of shame when she turned off the stove. Alejandro laughed softly. "It's alright, are you hurt or something?"

"No, but I fucked up the recipe..." "That's just a simple mistake, it can be fixed." He said with a soft smile. "do you wanna try again? This time together." Alicia blushed even more. "About that..." "Hmm?" "I got distracted because I was staring at you." She admitted softly, looking away again. "I don't think I can really help." Alejandro blushed slightly and smiled. "Well, that's quite the compliment." "Don't laugh." "I'd never." Alejandro said with a chuckle. "But if that's your case, what if you help me in another way?" "How come?" "I need someone to try my dessert, are you interested?" Alicia smiled happily and excited. "Heck yeah!" Alejandro laughed again and soon he made his own way around the kitchen, still humming as he kept making the dessert with some comodity and easyness. At the same time, Alicia only smiled and watched him, following his movements with her eyes. Soon she was offered a bit of the batter, and smiled widely when she noticed how delicious it was. Once she gave the thumbs up, Alejandro smiled proudly and put the batter on the molds and inside the oven. Then he started to tease Alicia, who only stayed there completely red in silence. She mumbled something out of shyness, hiding her face with her hands. Alejandro only laughed and peppered kisses on her face before going to get the baked goods. And minutes later, they were eating the desserts with a cup of coffee.

"So...do I look good when I'm baking?" Alejandro asked with a smirk. Alicia choked on her coffee and looked at him blushed again. "Alejandro!" "What? I wanna know." "...Yes." "Good to know." "Wipe off that smirk." Alejandro laughed. "No, I won't." Alicia simply groaned and kept eating with some irritation.