#except me and everyone in the notes of this post

[sameergaza]

Hello my friends who I am proud of, welcome to those who are like a support that does not bow, I address you simple words, the past period was one of the most severe and difficult moments of our lives in the steadfast Gaza that everyone has let down, everyone knows what we suffer from the circumstances here and the harshness of scenes that I do not want to mention again.

You are the only ones, yes, you are the ones who stood by us. You are the ones who helped families and individuals to complete their lives and compensate them for some of what they lost in this fierce war, so I am like Samir on my behalf and on behalf of my family. I thank you all without exception, because you have been by our side all this time. I just wanted to start my post with these words that you deserve 🫂❤️.

In short, so as not to prolong.

Guys, the past period has been very difficult in terms of food and drink, rent costs, and education costs. I have chosen, the most priority and I chose to collect costs for the most thing we needed in the past period, I will mention it now :

I asked for $500 to rent the house we live in now, and thanks to you, I was very successful with that. Then I collected $500 to buy food. It took longer, but it's okay, I succeeded and achieved the goal of feeding my family and satisfying their hunger.

Thus, the basic costs have been achieved, which are rent and food. Thank you for that 🙏 .

I still have a personal goal, which is the costs of education, as you know, I am Samir, a software engineer studying at the Islamic University in Gaza, in my fourth year.

All I want to say is that I am about to finish my educational career and not waste the effort of many years that have passed.

I will note something simple before the war, my father was paying for the study costs, but since the beginning of the war I have not paid any of these costs, I have paid some of these costs but they accumulate little by little, imagine with me for two years and I am trying hard to save these fees, but the war has another opinion, I can't and my father can neither, and debts have accumulated a lot .

I have two very important goals in this publication, but there is a goal from both of them based on collecting the amount as soon as possible during the next 5 or 6 days.

1 - The first goal is the costs of quarterly fees, which are worth 550 Jordanian dinars, I paid about 200 dinars in two stages, and I have one last payment left that I need as soon as possible before the end of the semester. So that I can take the final exams and pass the class and be able to start a new semester. What is required is only 350 dollars.

2 - The second goal is to collect the accumulated amount of 1122 dinars = equivalent to about $1,600. I’ll explain the offer from that.

There is a system in my university that if I do not pay all the required costs, and I graduate, I will not be able to get my degree from the university, and the fatigue of the past years will go away unless I can collect the accumulated amount, everything will be fine.

I have attached in this post pictures that explain everything.

That’s all I want to say so far, guys, I hope to find cooperation from you on this issue because I urgently need help. And thank you 🤍.

Donation link 👇🏻👇🏻

My campaign link.

The deadline is 5 days for the first goal and I need it as soon as possible. If I can’t collect it, I won’t be able to pass the final exams and finish the class. 💔

I trust you

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[mosswalk]

Primarch Headcanons: Pool Edition

Since the last one did so well how the fuck did that get to 75 notes, who are you people I figured it's okay for me to make another one, since the wretched heat continues and there's a horrible heatwave on its way here. Eugh. So! How do our Primarchs plus co enjoy the pool? And I haven't really touched on post-heresy with this one, except Fulgrim. Deal with it.

Lion: He's a swimmer or soak kind of guy. Either he's getting his cardio in, or he's found a nice shade in the corner of the pool to sit in. He's not much for direct sunlight but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy being outside.

Fulgrim: Oh you know he got a whole magnificent floatie, plus drinks tray, and he's basking in the middle of the pool, catching rays, wearing cool shades, and enjoying himself. Post-heresy? He can and will use his bigass tail as a floatie.

Perturabo: The man Does Not enjoy the pool. He can be found in the shade, on dry land, away from everyone else. But after everyone has left?... Well, he might dip a toe in. Sit on the edge, enjoy the quiet and the stars above. Mmmmaybe go for a short midnight swim.

Jaghatai: He's not much of a water person, as water is denser than air and thus hampers the speed capabilities, but he doesn't mind catching rays on the shore. Sometimes it's nice to swim and see if he can enhance his speed skills.

Leman Russ: Water hound. Man cannonballs into the pool the moment he can and is quite happy to paddle around, spraying water on anyone who gets within range for the shits and giggles of it. He'll do diving challenges and play games, just having a grand ol' time.

Rogal Dorn: Either you will find him on the shore, in the shade, just vibing in his own, or in one of the corners of the pool, also just vibing in his own. Soak or shore, but at least he's present and not buried in work.

Konrad Curze: He's swimming and being a menace, mostly patrolling the waters like a shark of Old Terra. He may do some dive challenges, but mostly he's just circling. It may seem menacing, but in truth? It's quiet here, under the surface, and he likes that. He prefers to swim during dusk specifically, because it's not full blast sunlight of daytime, and his nights are reserved for haunting.

Sanguinius: Shore or shallow end. He's either catching rays, lying on his belly, wings all floofed out, or he's doing the birdbath thing of idly preening his wings in the shallow waters. Just cooling down and enjoying himself. And splashing water everywhere he shakes those massive wings while in the water.

Ferrus Manus: He's a soak kind of guy. He'll slide in from the edge, find a good spot, and just lay his arms on the shore with his head resting on top, idly kicking his feet from time to time. He's just here to cool off for the most part, and pretend he doesn't have work to do for the next hour or so.

Angron: Sitting at the bottom of the pool. No, really. He'll come up for fresh air every so often but he's quick to dive down again and sit cross-legged on the bottom, eyes closed like he's meditating. The coolness of the water is helping a bit with the Nails, and the quietness of it is helping with his head. Just let him enjoy this, it's a small, rare reprieve.

Roboute Guilliman: Pool time is one of the few times he can officially let go of his responsibilities and enjoy a moment's respite. He's a swimmer, doing lap after lap, and having a grand ol' time. Sure, he can multitask by soaking in the shallow end and do paperwork on the edge but... let the man have his free time.

Mortarion: He'll remain on the shore, thanks. Maybe dip in a toe. He's not big on the whole 'public body of water contaminated by other people' thing. But he'll enjoy the shade and the gentle breeze, happy to remain landlocked.

Magnus: He'll be showing off every time he jumps into the water. He'll jump and do spins, flips, rotations, the works. He's good at it too. When he's not spinning and somersaulting, he's casually swimming around the edge, at ease, moisturised, in his element, unbothered.

Horus: Man doesn't need a floatie to float. Do with that information what you will. He will cannonball in, then vibe on his back, just idly kicking his legs from time to time and just enjoying the weather and the water.

Lorgar: He's a soak kind of guy, found in the shallow waters where he vibes in the sunlight, catching those sweet rays. To him it's a small, religious experience; being submerged in the waters of life, feeling the breeze on his skin like the breath of the earth, and the warm sunlight on his skin like something sacred. He could stay like this for hours, peacefully coexisting with life. Erebus and Kor Phaeron are not invited.

Vulkan: He's casually making one of the smaller pools into the equivalent of a hot spring, just by sitting in it. It's still significantly cooler than what he's used to, so mission success all the same. He's enjoying himself, and so are a few serfs who enjoy a good hot spring in the shade. Everyone wins.

Corvus: He doesn't attend until in the evening. He doesn't do well in the direct sunlight, so he goes for midnight swims instead, where it's nice and quiet, and he can enjoy the peace on his own. If he's ever found in the daylight hours by the pool, it's in the shadows where he feels the most comfortable.

Alpharius: Him and his twin are sometimes there, sometimes not. Sometimes it's just one of them, sometimes it's both of them. Sometimes they claim to not even like the pool. Go figure.

Bonus #1 - The Emperor: Floatie. Cocktail. Sunglasses. He is all vibes and nothing can stop him. He exists in the here and now, unbothered, sipping his drink, enjoying the sun and the water in equal measure. Balance in all things.

Bonus #2 - Malcador: One of three places; on the shore in the shade, vibing with a cold drink; swimming at a leisurely pace; or lying on top of the Emperor and using him as a floatie.

[blueblossomrose]

I adore you! Your Twisted Parents series is amazing and never fails to cheer me up.

While I have you I would like your opinion on someone, Baul our favourite grumpy great-grandpa.

Do you think he mellowed out a bit after Sebek and Reader had kids? I like to think he would be similar to my great-grandpa, grumpy to everyone except me.

This is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

Content: Post-canon, fluffy, fem!afab!MC, family n children, MC is married to Sebek, mentions of war and other things (it's about Baul Zigvolt), maybe spoilers for book 7 (MAYBE).

Note(s): This request took as long as the others and trust me when I say it wasn't my intention for it to take so long 😔 thanks for the lovely words and the ask! 🥰😭❤️ <33

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

At the beginning of Sebek and MC's relationship, he wasn't happy about it at all.

He was sure he had raised his grandson so that he would not repeat the mistake his daughter made, and in Sebek's childhood he had gone easy on him, but now he was an adult and still hadn't learned anything? Of course, this is all from Baul's point of view.

But this is nothing that Sebek hadn't anticipated before. Before the first family dinner where you would meet Baul (in the flesh and not in a dream), Sebek said everything he had to say and made it clear that no matter what his grandfather said, Sebek would never give up on being with you. Because he loves you.

So, you were already completely shielded. It didn't make the situation any less uncomfortable. At least Sebek's parents, siblings and Sebek himself did everything possible and impossible to intercept certain unfortunate speeches from Baul.

The years were tough, and I dare say that Baul only began to soften towards MC after the wedding. It finally dawned on him that Sebek was completely in love. And happy.

Give the old man some time. As soon as he realizes that Sebek is truly happy, he stops being rude, he realizes that there is no point in that.

About him mellowed to his great-grandchildren... that totally happens. No arguments.

The announcement of MC's pregnancy was enough to make the old fae awake and secretly (he thinks it's secretly but in reality you can see the joy on his face) happy.

He would love his great-grandchildren no matter what form they took, and that's how it happens.

Ivan was born with more fae DNA than Amelie, and does that influence the way Baul loves his grandchildren? NOT AT ALL. He absolutely loves them both.

Baul is a bit like Sebek in this regard. He really believes that no one notices how much he has softened. He thinks he is very discreet in how he shows his love for the new members of the Zigvolt family, but to anyone who looks at him, it is obvious.

As stated here, Baul has EXTENSIVE discussions with his son-in-law when it comes to holding the children. Even though Sebek's father insists that he has as much right as Baul because he IS THE grandfather, Baul will still complain.

Baul accompanies Sebek to most training sessions to make sure he is teaching Ivan well.

Just as Sebek lowered his voice around Amelie, it's jarring to hear Baul's whispery when he speaks to her.

In fact, to get to this point, Baul was forced to evolve a lot up a way before. With Sebek's years of courtship and marriage, it was a process of opening minds that he had refused to do with his daughter, for example. As if it was all very recent after the war, and he was absurdly furious with the idea that only frustration dominated his mind. He refused to try to think differently.

But as we saw in book 7, he had already softened a bit with the birth of Sebek. Then came Ivan and Amelie, and the man was completely laid up.

Sebek doesn't know who is worse at spoiling these children: Mr. Zigvolt or Baul.

Lilia finds it all very amusing when she hears it from [Name] or Mrs. Zigvolt's mouth. He totally teases Baul afterwards.

During Ivan's birth, he was busy at a council meeting for Briar Valley's ex-soldiers. But it only took a single message (probably sent by old-fashioned magical means) from Mrs. Zigvolt about the boy's birth for Baul to simply disappear from the meeting room. 7 minutes later he burst into the small clinic, asking where his grandson was.

Amelie's birth had been smoother so none of this was necessary, but he would do it again without a second thought.

Family activities with old Baul include: camping, mountain hiking, fencing lessons, and of course... barbecuing. Oh, and horseback riding, too.

At the end of all this, even if he doesn't open his mouth to verbalize it, he doesn't even need to, because all the family members know that deep down, Baul is very happy to have formed a big and loving family. Even with humans in the middle.

© blueblossomrose 2025 , I do not allow copying/plagiarism of any of my fanfics.

[pedriache]

Could you write a fic where reader is a physio at Barca and gets along well with everyone but notices Pedri is a bit distant? And they interact a bunch and there’s a crap ton of tension eventually he caves and confesses he’s distant because he has feelings for her and he doesn’t wanna jeopardize her job.

Touch and go ✴︎/ Pedri Gonzalez !

Synopsis. Six months of working for FC Barcelona as their new physio had you creating small friendships with the team. All except for one. Pedri. He couldn’t seem to talk to you about anything that wasn’t strictly professional. And it sucked, because a part of you had wanted his friendship more than anything. If only you knew Pedri wanted all that and more.

Word count. 910+

Disclaimer/s. Miscommunication to fluff !

Notes. Haii 🥹 I am sooo back. Sorry if this isn’t exactly how you wanted!

𝓨ou’d been with Barça for four months before you noticed it. Pedri didn’t seem to look let alone speak to you unless he had to.

It wasn’t rude. It wasn’t even standoffish… just neutral. Like he’d drawn an invisible line in front of you the day you joined the physio team and that line wouldn’t budge an inch.

The others weren’t like that. Gavi pulled childish jokes out during stretches. Lewandowski always asked about your family. Even Hansi Flick went out of his way to personally thank you for all you did. Hell, he brought you coffee one morning!

But Pedri? Always polite. Always distant. And always tensing when your hands touched him.

For months you tried not to take it personally. Maybe he was just shy, he always seemed shy in the press, or maybe he just didn’t like being touched. Nonetheless, the tension never eased. Not when you worked on his shoulder after a minor muscle got pulled, not when you wrapped his ankles after matches. Never. If anything, it seemed to be getting worse,

“Something on your mind?” It was late, a Thursday after a match. The rest of the team was departing already, but Pedri’s leg had taken a been worn thin and was starting to get sore.

So, he stayed late for a post match recovery session — tight hamstring, nothing too serious. You were kneeling in front of him, thumb pressing into the back of his thigh, when you’d finally gotten the nerve to ask.

Brown eyes snapped up from the floor to meet yours. “No. . . why?”

“You’re stiff as a board.. And not just today,” you add lightly, eyes flickering up to find the flicker of guilt that passed across his face. Ah, so you were right. “You tense up whenever I work on you. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you hate me.”

Your lips quirked slightly, trying to make light of how very much this was effecting you. It didn’t get past Pedri, though. He just watched as you adjusted his leg, your fingers skimming down the line of muscle with practiced care.

“You’re… good at your job,” he finally said. “Too good.”

You would’ve laughed if that statement hadn’t been so confusing. “That’s a compliment, right?” You question, raising an eyebrow.

Pedri’s jaw flexed. “I mean it makes it hard to stay away.”

The silence that followed wasn’t comfortable. It was charged, making your throat tighten. You pause then, hand still resting on his thigh. “Uhm, why would you want to stay away?”

Then, for the first time, his eyes met yours, and didn’t look away. “I didn’t want to make things complicated.”

“Because…?”

“Because I like you,” he stated simply. “Too much. From the start. In a way I’m not supposed to like a co-worker. And I just don’t know how to act around you normally.”

For the longest time, you just stared at him, breath caught in your throat while he rubbed the back of his neck, eyes finally dropping before he explained.

“Listen, I didn’t want to cross a line and make things weird. You’re here to do your job and if something happened between us, or if I made you uncomfortable… I didn’t want to mess things up for you.”

Oookay. Out of all the things you’d expected to happen today, this was not on that list.

Rolling back on your heels and planting your butt on the nasty locker room floor, you tried to steady your heart rate through long breaths.

“So, let me get this straight. Instead of just.. y’know what! Never mind. Instead, you just acted like I didn’t exist?”

Pedri flinched slightly, lifting a hand to run it through his damp hair. And fuck if he didn’t look good doing it. “I was just trying to protect you and your job.” He pauses then, “and myself.”

You looked at him, really looked—at the crease between his brows, the flush in his neck, the quiet vulnerability in his voice.

Smiling weakly, you give his knee a light squeeze. “You’re not the only one who’s trying to act normal.”

The males head shot up and this time the silence was almost comfortable. Soft. Something you didn’t dare to break because you found you liked this sort of silence with him. It was new and didn’t make you want to run for the hills unlike it had with any of your past relationships.

Standing, you wiped your hands off on your shorts and smiled gently. “There is no need to protect me from something I want, too.”

Mouth parting like he might argue, or say something he might regret, you didn’t give him the chance. Sticking out your hand, you offered him help up.

Taking it hesitantly, Pedri stood to his full height, meaning you had to crane your neck a few inches back to meet his gaze. He was close. So close.

Sucking in a deep breath, you stand on your tip toes and plant a soft kiss to his cheek. When you eventually pull back, you’re met with a face so goofy, you couldn’t help the breathy laugh that escaped you.

“Wha—“ Pedri choked before clearing his throat and straightening his back. “What was that for?”

Grinning, you take one step back. “That means you owe me.” Shrugging you add, “I like Thai food.”

It only took him two days to find a free spot in his schedule to fulfill that debt.

likes, comments, & reposts are all appreciated. lmk if you’d like to be tagged in any of my future fics.

✴︎/ @halfwayhearted @ferrarifudds @luvvpedri @spidybaby @gadriezmannsgirl @unx100to @st4rgirl-ellie @joaoflms @piastri-fvx @sakashq

[asterifish]

My shy baby

Synopsis: Felix may seem like an extrovert, but in reality he's the shyest boy ever. At an event where Felix knows nobody, he sits in the corner, smiling and waving at those who greet him. He knows this will be a bad look on JYPE, but can't help it. Thats until he meets m/n.

Genre(s): 🍂

Type: One-shot

Extra Notes: reminder that 🪐 stands for m/n, and happy reading!!! Thank you guys sm for all the support I've received recently :) it's been hard for me to start writing again, and your support is keeping me going🫶

The fics that im posting now can hopefully make up for the time I've been gone🙏

Fic below the cut!!

Felix tugged his sleeves over his hands as he sat alone at the edge of the venue. The soft hum of conversation filled the room, but none of it involved him. Everyone seemed to know someone... except him.

He offered polite nods and shy waves whenever someone glanced his way. His eyes were wide and warm, smile gentle but unsure. 'JYPE and STAYs are watching', he reminded himself. '..I should be networking, mingling. Doing something.'

But he couldn’t move. Not yet.

He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and tried to focus on breathing. In, out. He could do that much.

And then..

"Hey! Mind if I sit here?"

Felix blinked and looked up. Standing in front of him was someone unfamiliar, but their smile was easy and kind. No camera. No forced expression. Just… genuine.

"Uh.. yeah! I mean- no, I don’t mind, sit!" Felix stammered, mentally cringing.

The male laughed softly and took the seat next to him. “i hope you dont mind me coming over.. you looked like you needed rescuing.”

Felix chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Was it that obvious..?”

“You were waving like a shy mascot,” 🪐 teased gently. “Cute, though.”

Felix’s face flushed. “I just… don’t really know anyone here.”

“Well,” 🪐 smiled, leaning a little closer, “now you know me!!”

Felix smiled. This time, it wasn’t the forced smile for fans or staff. It was soft, real, and just a little bit shy.

“…Thanks. I’m Felix.”

“I know,” 🪐 grinned. “I’m Jeong 🪐.. and for the record? I think you’re doing just fine Lixie”

. . .

Felix wasn’t used to quiet feeling this… safe.

Usually, it wrapped around him like a spotlight, highlighting everything he wasn’t doing. Not speaking, not mingling, not being what others wanted him to be.

But now, sitting beside this stranger, 🪐 , the quiet felt softer. Like a shared secret.

He could feel the warmth of 🪐’s arm, close but not quite touching his. The boy wasn’t saying anything. Just letting the silence hang gently between them, like neither of them owed the room their energy.

"Why does this feel okay?" Felix wondered. "Why does it feel like he gets it?"

🪐 sat still, eyes scanning the room lazily, but he wasn’t really paying attention to anyone else. He could feel Felix’s presence like a quiet hum — not loud, not trying — just there.

There was something oddly magnetic about him. Not in the usual way idols shone. Felix didn’t sparkle with charm or command the room’s attention.

He glowed like a candle in the corner of a dark room. Soft. Unassuming. Easy to miss if you weren’t looking for warmth.

🪐 hadn’t planned to talk to anyone today. He didn’t usually like these kinds of events either. But when he’d spotted the blond boy tucked away near the wall, fingers twitching against the fabric of his sleeves, looking like he’d fold in on himself if anyone stared too long. He felt… drawn.

'He looked like someone I’d want to protect...'

Felix stole a glance. 🪐 wasn’t even looking at him — not trying to force anything, not making conversation just for the sake of it. He just… existed next to him, like that was enough. Like Felix was enough. And for the first time that night, Felix didn’t feel small.

He felt seen. Not the kind of seen that came with fans or cameras.. not the kind that came with expectations.

This was different. Gentle. Honest. Real. He let out a quiet breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

"Maybe I don’t have to be loud to be worth noticing...?"

---

Felix wasn’t sure how long they’d been sitting like that — not speaking, not needing to. The hum of conversation around them had blurred into white noise, softened by the warm buzz in his chest. Every now and then, he’d shift slightly, brushing shoulders with 🪐. Every time, 🪐 didn’t move away.

The venue was gilded in gold and shadow, bathed in the sleek kind of luxury that made people walk straighter, speak softer, hold their glasses with practiced elegance. The Louis Vuitton event was full of people who knew how to be seen.

And yet… here they were. Two boys tucked in the corner like a footnote in someone else's headline.

Felix felt the tension ease from his shoulders in slow, cautious degrees. His fingers, once twisted tight in his lap, were now loosely draped over his knee. He glanced down. 🪐’s shoes matched his own. They’d been styled differently, of course, but Felix smiled at the small detail. Something about it made the air feel less cold.

'We belong here,' he reminded himself. 'Or maybe... we’re making space for each other to belong.'

🪐 watched Felix from the corner of his eye. He noticed the way Felix’s posture had relaxed, just barely, and how his breathing had slowed. The shyness was still there, but it wasn’t trembling anymore. It was resting.

He didn’t need to say anything. Felix’s presence was speaking loud enough. There was something sacred about letting someone feel safe around you.

A soft chime rang out through the space; a quiet cue from the staff. Group photo sessions were starting. Ambassadors, models, influencers… all ushered into polished lines like museum pieces.

🪐 stood first, brushing imaginary lint from his sleeve. “Looks like they want us to play the part again..” he said with a small smile.

Felix gave a breathy laugh, standing too. He tugged gently at the hem of his blazer, smoothing it nervously.

The cameras were already clicking by the time they approached the backdrop; a glowing display, sleek and silver. Posing was second nature to Felix, but this time, his usual expressions faltered. Too bright? Too stiff?

Then he felt a hand brush lightly against his.

He looked to the side.

🪐 didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at him. But the corners of his mouth lifted, just slightly.

It grounded him.

So, when they posed together, Felix let the softness show. Not the polished smile. Not the fan service grin, just the smallest curve of his lips, like something quiet and new had bloomed just under his skin.

---

The flashbulbs went off. They stepped aside.

And in the space between photographers calling names and staff giving instructions, Felix found 🪐’s eyes again. Nothing was said. But something had shifted.

And that was enough. he was enough.

[babyangelsky]

The yellow of the past and Cho Sihyun's face are hurting my feelings

This episode was relatively light except during a couple of moments when it wasn't, but you wouldn't be able to tell that from looking at Sungmin because my boy may look okay to everyone else, there's so much brewing beneath the surface.

We started the episode with him just fully disassociating during Jo's meeting at the club with the yellow lights behind him and as we continued on, the yellow simply never left him.

The yellow bars that always surround Jo began surrounding him too, and the gilded cage imagery of it all was very much not lost on me. He's trapped in his current situation but he's also very much trapped by the past and his own guilt.

So much so that even the colors he wears have begun reflecting it. He usually tends to favor light grays and blues but this week he was almost exclusively in yellowy beiges.

Then after Jo crashed the party at the boxing gym and put the fear of god in him, he just went full fucking yellow.

And here is where I praise the fuck out of Cho Sihyun's acting because Sungmin's face journey from the moment Jo walks in until the moment he leaves is a beautiful and devastating sight to behold.

He doesn't say one damn word the entire time Jo is there but he doesn't have to. Every single thing that Sungmin is feeling is right there on his face. His fear is a very real, very palpable thing.

He's afraid because his father is near the people he loves and has the power to destroy all of them, because his father caught him near the man he was expressly told to stay away from, because his father knows where the painting on the wall came from.

Sungmin is terrified. Jo didn't have to make a threat out loud for everyone in that room to feel it, and Sungmin understands that better than anyone. That's why he tried so hard to fight his feelings for Sun in the first place, he knows that to love him is to put him in danger.

*slightly hysterical laughter* But you know what, I really don't wanna end my post on such a foreboding, inauspicious note so let's quickly talk about some other random things I noticed and/or appreciated yeah?

Like how Nap is both part of the group but also apart from it.

And how the purple is still showing up around him.

We also had Jihoon and Junho balancing each other perfectly. (if this were one of our unhinged toxic currently airing Chinese BL's they'd be in love but alas)

We had this hilarious little moment. Yes, Tan, it's exactly what you think and if you'd looked at Sun's face instead of the painting you would've gotten your answer.

Speaking of answers, I sure as hell got mine. My enemy Jack is in fact selling drugs and if Songphum knew that he would be fucking ASHAMED OF WHAT HIS SON IS DOING. I was also right about his beating being drug related, although I am disappointed that Junho didn't do the beating himself.

And since Sun got the call about Jack being in the ICU while everyone was together, I'm guessing that's how they all find out what he's been doing, which means Mei's probably gonna confront Jinny about it next week.

[femtoddanderson]

behind the scenes

Steve harrington x Cinephile! reader

Summary: You work at the movie theater at the starcourt mall and Steve at scoops ahoy, you guys were always just the babysitters but what if you were more?

wc: 1.2k

note: this is my first post and blurb in over 2 years but im having fun again so expect a pt. 2

"I swear if anyone hears about this-"

"we're dead"

-

you glance at your watch and sigh as you stand by the the delivery access door with your foot against it to keep it ajar. they're five minutes late and at this rate they'll miss the iconic opening of the day of the dead. A opening you don't want to miss either; the seconds tick away as you contemplate ditching them to watch it for the third time by yourself or going back to your job of sweeping up theater two. And just at that moment you hear the growing bickering coming from the door.

you dip your head back into the hallway and glare.

"Hey! you're late!"

the group scurries in as you hold the door, "I swear if you make me miss this movie-"

"We're dead" the respond somewhat apologetically.

You all file into a row and take a seat. will unzips the backpack and begins passing out the snacks they smuggled in with them. You sigh and turn the other way to at least have plausible deniability. The projector whirs up and you lean to your right and bite your cheek in anticipation; you turn youre head already grinning as you watch them jump in their seats and the title card fades in.

-

“Hey are you ready to go?”

“Uh yep” robin responds as she closes the cash register.

“Robin your leaving? We still have 5 minutes until closing,” Steve responds exasperated.

“My ride is leaving so I’m leaving goodnight loser!”

You and Rob walk out and you say your goodbye: “have fun taking the kids home!”

You turn back walking towards the parking lot, and you hear a loud groan coming from the counter causing you two giggle with arms interlocked.

-

You and Steve bound because of the kids. But most of all Dustin. You were his real babysitter by choice and Steve was his babysitter by force.

Despite how much Dustin may claim he doesn’t need a babysitter, whenever the world was coming to an end you and Steve were there. And now you were there to welcome him home from his genius camp. You and Steve hung back watching el and them creep down the hallway to surprise him.

“So what are you doing tonight?” Steve attempts to break the silence coolly.

“Not much, me and rob are gonna see weird science supposed to be good…I mean it’s John Hughes,”

“Huh yeah so what is that like you’re 20th movie of the summer?”

“And what you’re going on your 20th date of the summer?”

“Ha, yeah I wish…no I’m working tonight” he looks back down to his feet.

Dustin’s voice grew louder as he walked down the hallway. “This camp was awesome it had an observatory, a billion telescopes, endless access to computers…” you’d never tell him but you missed hearing his geeky rants.

He finally acknowledges you and Steve’s presence when he reached the living room

“Hey I missed you guys so much. I even used the lady moves you taught me to get my girlfriend!”

There was a universal shock felt by everyone except Dustin. Girlfriend? You’ve barely been on one date and your little dork has a girlfriend?

“Oh you guys wanna meet her?” He grins as he leads the group out of the door.

“We’d love to dust but me and Steve have work, we’re happy you’re home”

“Yeah welcome home bud” Steve follows up as Dustin grins and shuts the door following his friends into the woods.

You mouth “girlfriend?”. He mouths back “lady moves?” with a genuine confused face.

You slap his arm laughing a little and open the door. He follows you to your respective cars.

“Hey if you’re not doing anything after work you should come see the movie with me and Robin it will be fun.”

He fixes his hair, “yeah maybe I’ll check my schedule” he says so not nonchalantly.

You chuckle a little considering five minutes ago he had nothing going on.

“Okay cool” you grin slightly, ducking into your car and turning your key.

-

You look up from your three ticket stubs to find Robin and Steve walking towards you, albeit totally engrossed in their conversation. the quarreling ends when they greet you with a sighing 'hi'.

"You came," you meet his eyes grinning.

"yeah I guess I made some time in my schedule," he responds cheekily, matching your grin.

Rob gawks at the locked eye contact between you too and takes it upon herself to break it up. "alright come on if I dont get cherry in the next 30 seconds I will kidnap one of your nerd kids to build me a new superhuman hot best friend".

You laugh at the reference and go to catch up with her. you look behind to find the joke to have gone over his head but following regardless causing you to laugh harder.

The three of you settle into your seats with your cold drinks and candy, all legally bought, and pass the popcorn around and the light dimming. It came as a surprise to Steve that you and robin were so vocal during the movie. Steve found a you he had never seen as he heard your laughs and jokes. For the first time this summer he had actually felt like he was having fun. He liked the movie but realized how much more fun everything can be with friends.

-

"okay lots of questionable character choices but feminism aside soundtrack 4.5/5, cinematography 3/5, and action 3.5/5 " you genuinely critic the absurd john hughes movie walking into the cool summer night's air.

Robin responds unprompted, "Um its a 5/5 on soundtrack, 2.5 on cinematography, and like a 3 on acting I mean what are they like 14? i dont know...what do you rate it Steve."

Steve had been visibly tuned out and was also confused by the conversation it seemed you two have had dozens of times. He scratches the space right above his ear. "It was good probably like a 4/5."

there was a silence of you and robin expecting more and exchanging a look confusingly. a honk came from behind.

"oh shit thats my mom, bye guys" she spits out quickly as she jogs to her moms chevy. "night" "bye" you and Steve respond.

He walks you to your car and you lean against it looking at his hazel eyes in the dim parking lot light. And he looks back at you in the same content way he did earlier in the night.

"I'm happy you came," you break the silence.

"I'm happy you invited me...movies are more fun with you guys"

"Oh yeah?" A smile begins to spread across your lips.

"more fun than I've had in a while actually," he steps in closer.

"Well I guess we'll just have to hang out more often" Your eyes flicker between his lightly tussled hair, his entrancing eyes. Your breaths get shallower.

"Yeah I would like that," he speaks in a tone only you and him could hear. A light breath bouncing off the tip of your nose.

[reggieswriter]

Ahem,

let's talk about Walburga Black and Euphemia Potter.

Both are parents that failed in different places. They are in no way the same, but Euphemia was not always the perfect mother and Walburga was not always the worst mother. Everything is for a reason.

To start, let's take them apart for a moment and start with Walburga. There's a specific topic that reminds me of her everytime it's brought up.

Nature vs Nurture

Nature vs Nurture is the argument of whether or not serial killers or overall bad people are just bad people when they're born or if it's their environment that shapes them into the people they are today. While most scientists and people would say it's a mix of both for the majority, which is correct, I would say that it can be just nurture and can be just nature.

Walburga falls into the category of Nurture. Her environment shaped who she was. She was not evil from birth. Quite the opposite actually. She was born into a family full of incest and abuse. All actions have consequences. She was a child who according to the time period was most likely groomed by men and picked and prodded at by women. She had to be tough and hide her weaknesses for weakness meant consequences and pain. No child should ever have to go through what she went through and I'll go into deeper detail in a separate post about everything she went through, but it's important to note that she was placed in a mold and told to fit or die.

I believe her and Sirius are more alike than most think. She was bright and bold. A shining star. The only difference between her and Sirius when they were younger is that he was a man and had an escape. Hogwarts back when Walburga was a child was obviously more monitored and less free. The difference between the two were heavy, especially for the difference in time periods.

When Sirius was born after years of Walburga being trapped and broken into the shell she was she probably broke realizing she had brought a child into a world she herself barely fit in. She was angry. Sirius was so similar to her. Everything she was, except he was an heir. He was held in high regard and she was just his lousy mother. Never Walburga. Just a Black. That anger stemmed from the hate of herself. She saw so much of herself in Sirius. The only unfortunate part was that she hated herself for bringing him into this world. Hated seeing the little girl she used to be with bright eyes and a small grin. Her postpartum depression didn't help with this either.

She had brought a child into this world and her husband took the child and decided that's all he needed. He had his heir. He'd create a back up one immediately once Walburga could. (Which was almost immediately after Sirius was born it just took a while for Regulus to actually come to be. Something else Walburga was blamed for.). She had lost the final piece that was holding her mind together. I don't support her next actions but when you're so far down into the hole it's hard to release such big and large emotions without lashing out. Unfortunately she took all her anger towards herself and everyone out on Sirius. This next part may be hard to understand, but Walburga did love Sirius. She really did. She just hurt him because she was hurt. That doesn't excuse her actions, but a proof of her love is her never actively going after Sirius. A family of the sacred 28 could've easily dragged Sirius back. Showed up at Hogwarts or even dragged him back at the train station but she didn't. She saw he was safe and healthy. She knew he'd never be safe around her. Never be safe in that life. So she let her baby boy go. Even if it killed her to know that he needed to be safe from her and everything else.

She did check up on him from time to time without him knowing though. Through Euphemia Potter. Silent head tilts at the train station and small notes that burned just before anyone else could see them. Now Euphemia never spoke directly but she understood the pain of watching your son leave and be better. She understood just enough to give her those slips of paper.

Walburga may have failed in most parts of motherhood but it doesn't mean she never cared. It doesn't mean she was this horrible and cruel person. She was broken.

Onto Euphemia. I won't be surprised if I get hate for this. I've prepared for this, but you're telling me James "always smiling and you've never seen him cry" Potter wasn't depressed in some form of way? Yes, James was rich and his parents were generally supportive, but no child is that happy all the time. He had the dark parts of his mind that he was scared to let other show. Euphemia was a great mother but no parent is perfect. She watched James carry all of his friends trauma and hurt and even let one of them live with them, yet she never actually checked up on James. She never just assumed that his smile meant he was fine. A single question would've let the flood gates out yet she never asked it.

Euphemia grew up a tad bit rough but overall family oriented. We know this mostly from the books and more. Which is why it was passed down to her family dynamic. Unfortunately, she also passed down that every man should be fine and happiness should be your only emotion because you've got everything you could ever want. Why would you be sad if you were doing well? Sadly that's not how life works. Once again, she was a great mother but she lacked in specific places.

I don't want to go into great detail on Euphemia and her childhood because that'll be a separate post, but you get the jist. Now to compare Walburga and Euphemia.

I see specific little things that they have similar. Euphemia tended to ignore her child on his bad days hoping it would go away. Maybe give him a small plate of fruit but that's it. Walburga always noticed the days that were worse for Sirius. Always. They were connected in that way. Those days she'd stay quiet when he accidentally shattered a cup from his shaky hands. Just point her nose up and tell him to clean it carefully. She'd quietly have an elf trailing him all day to ensure he had all the help he needed at any time. She'd even let Regulus off his lessons for that day so someone could support him even if she couldn't. One parent ignored while the other helped silently. I'm sorry, but it's true. There are more small things that they both are better at than each other so if you'd like a separate long post please let me know. I LOVE pointing out that Euphemia was not the perfect mother and Walburga wasn't exactly an evil mother.

@abs0l3m @a-chance-of-raine

[thesarcasticism]

just found out that lots of people hate ken as a character and like wow couldn't be me actually i love that murderous ten-year-old

[hiekka]

fuck everything else i just drew him with semi-consistent features also this is the immediate aftermath of the last sketch i posted

[imerian]

Vr46 academy keychains

Set of five charms that all match in different ways

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Open for detailed pictures of each one

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I ran out of tags so I'll say it here but i would greatly appreciate a reblog, especially if you share your thoughts on these pieces in tags (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

(Also i forgot that bez have matching part with luca so I didn’t add that to tags sorry

[poorly-drawn-monhun]

what

[volivolition]

DAY 4: DRAMA - Put on your prettiest face for the masses!

gonna start adding silly captions actually. [POINTS ACCUSINGLY] MELTY FUCK (AFFECTIONATE)!!

[basket-of-radiants]

Well, my public library hold on Wind and Truth just came through, I suppose we're doing this.

[seventh-district]

LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOO

[phasmidlee]

Apologies for rarepair posting but them. God they're silly I could write an essay on them

Trophy x Mic!!!! Haven't seen anyone post about them but me and @dovewiiing call em golden notes :) unironically one of my favourite ships these days, once I learn how to draw soap it's OVER for everyone