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Jake Sisko - Poplar Street “One night Mrs. Moore she made her eyes at me Pulled me through her door and stuck her teeth in deep”

[posititties]

I feel so unappreciated and I know it isn’t true because some people will be sad if I really go through with this and leave it all but I just don’t feel at home on this earth :\

[m4kkie]

Also, wrt that last post... As someone who has taken to watching a lot of Korean shows on Netflix, since everyone has the same hair colour unless it's dyed, I have problems remembering who is who sometimes. Like I know how that sounds but I'm genuinely that face blind. ;_;

It's not a problem with main characters but if someone isn't that recurring or there's a LOT of characters, yeah my ass is forgetting.

[gestippeldedieseltreinworm]

Y’all what should I do Sunday

[blogger-theo-herbots]

Theo-Herbots Welke maatregelen te nemen bij een hittegolf? ||What measures to take in a heat wave?

Theo-Herbots Welke maatregelen te nemen bij een hittegolf? Volgende Tips worden in dit bericht behandeld: Wat zijn enkele manieren om mijn huis koel te houden tijdens een hittegolf? Hoe voedsel te bewaren bij warm weer Hoe weet ik of mijn eten (ondanks alles) bedorven is? Hoe zorg je voor je tuin tijdens een hittegolf? ‘hoe zorg je voor je huisdieren tijdens een hittegolf’ Wat zijn enkele…

[iluvjoostklein]

Early mornings

Summary:you forgot to put your bra on and when joost comes home he notices

Warnings: make outs, boobs, hickeys

A/n:I know I said I would post Bambie thug hc’s but I accidentally woke up at 4:00 something am and felt like writing for joost😥

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When you woke up joost was nowhere to be seen and you thought he must have left for one of his concerts but you thought that didn’t start until next week, after you took a shower and did your skincare routine you decided not to wear a bra you proceeded to go downstairs.

After you made some pancakes and sat down you were texting joost where is he but little did you know he was grocery shopping, you thought of reading some books for a little to cure your boredom but you decided to stay Home and probably call joost all day when he responds.

When he came home you were laying on the couch with your phone watching videos, "joost?" "ja mijn liefste?"(yes my love?) "I thought you were preforming" you said with confusion "And I thought I told you that starts next week?" "Well you did but I thought you left early"

"Je weet dat ik dat niet zou doen"(you know I wouldn’t do that) "yeah" you say with a smile and a sigh "now can you help me with these groceries?" "Mhm", while you were filling up the fridge joost noticed that you didn’t have a bra on but you had completely forgotten about it.

"Hey joost does this go into the fridge or the cabinets?" "I-um I think the cabinets" he can feel his face turning red while looking up and down at your boobs and your face "what what’s wrong?" You say in confusion "het is niets mijn liefste"(it’s nothing my love” you noticed him looking up and down and then you realize you don’t have a bra on.

But you decided to play along, after you guys were done with the groceries you chose to hug him "I’ve missed you so much joost" "I missed you too y/n” you could feel him warming up "uh hey y/n" "yeah joost" you said as you propped onto the counter "do you have a bra on- you kissed him and then another few times.

But he didn’t want to stop there "hey joost I was thinking of mayb- he smashed his lips onto yours and then he finally asked "of what?" "Hickeys?" You could see his eyes hanging low he responded "sure but let’s go to the bedroom" you followed him like a lost puppy but soon you found someone on your neck grabbing your boobs "fuck..ow!" He took small breaks in between to ask if he was hurting you in anyway "ben je oke?"(are you okay?) "yeah it just hurts a little" "then it’s working”

You were on top of joost’s lap, you never found someone in your life so lovable but yet so comforting, after joost was done he made about 3 or 4 marks but only 2 were visible from the neck the other two were on your boobs, when it was his turn you were hesitant at first "hey joost do you want me to make hickeys on your neck?" A moment of comforting silence before he responded "it doesn’t matter if the fans see them what matters is you. Do you feel comfortable with them seeing?" "I mean I don’t mind-

"besides I have makeup artist that can cover them up, there’s nothing to be worried about my love" he reassures you. You decide to start with his neck and work your way down. He would Signal you if it hurt he’ll squeeze your boob lightly or mutter behind his teeth, after you were done you made 2 on his neck and 3 more on his torso.

You guys took a long nap and accidentally woke up at 2:00 am

(I got lazy😔)

[multifandomgirl08]

Girlfriend? [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: You meet Nico.

Warning(s): Google Translated Dutch, Fluff

A/N: Thank you @maximeverstappen for the request. And a big thank you to @severalforraelee for helping me with this request. I was having a bit of writer's block with this. This is the second version of this that I wrote. That's why it's a little bit shorter than normal. I didn't like the first version so I completely re-wrote everything but the first paragraph. This will be the last thing for this series that I published out of order (hopefully), unless someone sends in a request for something that hasn't already been planned.

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The first time that Nico met you was an accident. You had been over at Max’s apartment after getting lunch and had decided to stay for a bit since Nico would be with his sitter for a while longer. Nico’s sitter had called letting Max know that she was dropping him off just as you were grabbing your bag to leave.

"Papa!" You heard a boy yell as you stood in the doorway of Max’s apartment saying goodbye knowing that Nico would be home soon.

You turned your head to see Nico standing halfway down the hall holding the hand of who you assumed was Nico’s sitter. She was an older woman in her 40s. Nico stood there, a backpack that was too big for him around his shoulders.

Max looked at you in question before leaning down and opening his arms for Nico before the little boy dropped his bag and ran into his father’s arms.

“Heb je genoten van je dag vandaag?” Max asked before Nico started to nod.

You just watched as they interacted, Nico absorbed in Max while you and Nico’s sitter stood there.

Max looked over at you with a knowing smile. You had talked about meeting Nico before but it was always an eventual thing. Never planned and never set in stone.

“Nico, this is Y/N.” Max looked at Nico, and then turned to you.

Nico looked over at you, keeping his head up as your eyes met the little boy’s blue ones. As you looked at Nico, it just solidified in your mind that those Verstappen genes were strong, even Victoria’s kids looked like Max.

“She’s Papa’s friend.” You were okay with Max introducing you to Nico as Max’s friend. He probably didn’t know what a girlfriend was.

“Girlfriend?” Nico asked.

“Where did you hear that word?” Max asked carefully. He wasn’t sure who Nico had been spending time with for him to know what that meant.

“Dan,” Nico remarked as if that explained everything.

Daniel looked after Nico when Max had something going on for work, or if you wanted to spend a quiet evening together, and it was pretty easy to set it up since Daniel lived downstairs.

“Yes, like a girlfriend.” Max echoed, giving you a wide smile.

Max had told you that Nico was pretty smart given that he had just turned 2. You had just thought it was Max gushing about Nico. But you couldn’t help but laugh at the exchange of words that was going on.

If there had been any tension what so ever as you stood there with Nico and Max, it was definitely broken after that moment.

Max had invited Nico’s sitter inside but she said that she needed to be on her way.

She had left the three of you together before Nico leaned into Max’s ear whispering something that you couldn’t catch.

“Weet je het zeker?”  Max asked before Nico nodded in confirmation.

You gripped your bag a little tighter before Max looked over at you again. “Would you want to come with us out, to dinner later?” Max offered.

“I would love that.” You quickly agreed.

A little while later, around 5:30 Max had texted you with where you were going to meet the two of them of dinner. It hadn’t taken too long for Nico to open up to you once dinner had started and the food was delivered, he kept talking to you in his adorable broken english, and if he didn’t know that word would ask Max what it was.

As the meal went on Max seemed to recline further into his chair watching as the two of you interected across the table from one another. Nico had hugged you goodbye before Max made a gesture that he would call you.

You had gone back to your hotel for the night, and had been sitting on your laptop getting a few last minue work things done when your phone had gone off.

It was Max. You had spent the next hour talking first about dinner and then about the next time that you would be able to see one another again. Before you had switched topics halfway through you couldn’t help but ask Max, “Do you think he liked me?”

Mas stayed silent for a few seconds. Nico not liking you was something that could really make or break the relationship. “I’m sure he likes you Schat, he couldn’t seem to fall asleep when we got home.”

As you talked on the phone with him, you were excited to be able to spend more time with Nico. Even at the age of 2, Max had raised him well.

translation:

Heb je genoten van je dag vandaag? - Did you enjoy your day today?

Weet je het zeker? - Are you sure?

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[pelova4president]

Fuck you, stargirl

Victoria Pelova x Reader

summary~ You’ve played with Victoria for aslong as you remembered, she was always faster, more technical and had so much more talent. It was hard to love her but harder to hate her.

Victoria was a different player, someone you couldn’t not notice on the field. Victoria Pelova was something different, outstanding. She amazes you, every time. She was kind, funny and an absolute baller. You’d hate to admit it but she was one of the greatest and that’s why she bothers you so much. She has everything and you’d never be like her. You’re not as funny or social as her, not as technical or fast either.

From the moment you met Vic, she has been nothing but kind to you. The two of you had gotten along at Concordia, your childhood club but then you into jong oranje. Playing at national level was something.. different. It was more competitive, everyone wanted that starting spot on the team.

After your first international break you and Victoria got back to the club, playing with the boys. The brunette had a starting spot for all four games, you only got subbed on in two games and around the 60th minute.

Vic was a good friend, someone you thought deserved everything she got. She got noticed and you loved that for her. It just stung a bit. The coach liked her more, the team liked her more and the fans liked her more.

When Victoria asked you to bike home with her after training you accepted. You’ve always biked home together and she’d tell you about her day but today she just couldn’t stop talking about National Camp and how it felt to score her first goal. Yeah, she scored her first goal on her debut.

“Het was geweldig, ik heb echt nog nooit zoiets gevoeld. Stel je voor hoe het zal voelen als we straks op een EK staan.” (It’s amazing, i have never felt something like it. Imagine how it will feel when we’re at the Euros.) she yelled enthusiastically. She was looking at the future like it was written in the stars, she was so sure of it all. “Vic over een paar jaar sta je zelf in het WK, het winnende doelpunt the scoren.” (Vic in a few years you’ll be at the World Cup, scoring the winning goal yourself.) I smiled at her. She frowned at what you said, ‘you’ll be at the World Cup’? “Wij gaan over een paar jaar naar het WK waar jij een tackle maakt die ons team zal redden.” (We are going to the World Cup in a few years where you’ll make a tackle that’ll save the team) Victoria grinned. You gave her a halfhearted smile and said your bye’s, disappearing behind the corner you turned left at.

When you got scouted by ADO Den Haag a few weeks later you were surprised to say the least. Their scout approached you after a game where you got a starting spot and played well. He told you about the procedures and what they would be asking of you. Later that week you had a talk with the coach and both of your parents. It was official, you were finally making moves into the professional football world.

When you biked home from training after a hard session, you finally told the brunette. You’ve been torturing your bottom lip for about an hour now, chewing on it like it was gum. How could you even tell her this, she should be the one making a move like this.

Vic was talking your ear off like always when you cut her off. “Vic, ik ben gescout door ADO. I kon geen nee zeggen, ik weet dat we samen zouden gaan maar ik moest. Het spijt me.” (Vic, i got scouted by ADO. I couldn’t say no, i know that we would go together but i had to. I’m sorry) you word vomited. The midfielder gave you a small smile after a little pause, “Ik weet dat je geen nee kon zeggen. Goed gedaan.” (I know you couldn’t say no. Good job.).

She understood it, it’d be okay. You thanked her for understanding and said your bye’s like always. Just this time without the ‘see you next week’.

To say you hated yourself for this decision was an understatement. You hated yourself for not staying and especially for ghosting Victoria. Why did you even ghost her.

Vic texted you, telling you how the team was on top of the league and that they missed you. You gave short and dry answers and eventually she stopped texting. She didn’t tell you about how many goals she scored or how the boys on the other team were so mad about losing to a girl, something that was your favourite thing to watch together.

You’ve been playing for ADO for about 7 months now and you still weren’t a regular player. You gave your everything but that wasn’t enough apparently.

AZERION VROUWEN EREDIVISIE !

Victoria Pelova, de Concordia youngster heeft getekend voor ADO vrouwen. Ze zal over een paar weken haar oude team genoot y/n y/l/n volgen naar de groen gele club.

Victoria Pelova, the Concordia youngster has signed for ADO women. She will follow her old teammate y/n y/l/n to the green yellow club in a few weeks.

You read it again and again but it didn’t change. She was going to be in the spotlights all over again and you’ll be the second choice. When the news had sank in you realised you’d actually have to see her again.

When you arrived at the ADO training ground you didn’t expect to be met with the sight of a brunette tying her shoelaces. It was still early, you always came in earlier, trying to train extra for that spot in the starting lineup. You already had your training gear on so swapping your boots next to the field would do. Unnoticed, or so you thought, you walked towards the freshly cut grass.

The trainings went like normal, nothing really changed. Except for the glances. And while you didn’t get a starting spot, Victoria did. Victoria Pelova was ADO’s new stargirl, their key player that would lead them to a league win.

You didn’t get any playtime anymore, you needed a change, a new club. And when you didn’t get a call up for the Under 23’s you knew you had to go elsewhere. Start fresh, create a new you, a better you. Bayern München contacted you and you had to say yes.

You did good, working on yourself like you’ve never done before. The girls, staff, fans and coaches liked you. You were a stargirl for once, Bayerns stargirl. That cdm position was yours and no one could take it away from you.

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You got into the National team again but this time it was the seniors, the team you’ve always wanted to be a part of. You made your comeback, the new you. Victoria was still in the Under 23’s so you didn’t have to see her yet, you dreaded that moment.

Victoria moved to Ajax not much later after your move to Germany. She was doing good, not that you were watching her or anything. Ajax ended on top of their league and got into the Champions League. They did so good they ended going through to the groupstages and what a surprise, Bayern got grouped with them. Just what you needed.

The first game was away and Victoria absolutely destroyed you on their home field. It gave you throwbacks to when she’d effortlessly ran and turned around those boys. But that was when you played together, when her talent was on your side. The game ended in a draw and a POTM for Pelova.

You shook hands with the red and white girls. “Goed gespeeld” (Good game). There was only one girl left, she avoided you, saving you for last and you knew it. You walked away, not caring about a stupid handshake. “Wacht! Y/n wacht nou even!” (Wait! Y/n just wait!) your ex teammate yelled.

You stopped in your tracks, didn’t say anything and didn’t move. “Ik snap je niet, waarom doe je zo?” (I don’t get you, why are you acting like this?) Victoria asked you confused. How did she not know. Everywhere you went, she went and stole the fucking show. Now you’re finally doing good, on your own and she’s making a fool out of you again. “Niks, ik was je gewoon vergeten.” (Nothing, i had just forgotten you) you shrug.

That was a fucking low blow, even you knew it. You heard her walk away and sighed. The moment those words came out of your mouth you regretted it. You didn’t forget her, you couldn’t. How did you manage to make this situation even worse.

The second game against her team was even harder. The brunette girl was going in for hard tackles and was on you every moment. You couldn’t do anything about it and got subbed off in the 67th minute. Ajax scored a goal and you lost on home ground.

I wasn’t long after that you couldn’t avoid her anymore, she got selected for the World Cup roster and that meant you had to see her everyday for atleast two months. This was the absolute hell.

You dreaded the camp and when it finally came you had to drag yourself out of bed and into your car. Waiting for your arrival was the media intern photographing you. “Hi, goedemorgen” (Hi, goodmorning) you waved to the camera.

Walking into the big hall you spotted a few of the girls, hugging and greeting them. Daan came walking towards you, bringing you in for a big hug. “Hey kleine, hoe gaat het met je?” (Hey little one, how are you?) she asked. “Ik ben niet echt de kleine meer maar goed, denk ik.” (I’m not the little one anymore but good, i think) you trailed off seeing the brunette walking in. “Oh y/n, jullie waren beste vrienden. Je kunt haar niet altijd blijven ontwijken.” (Oh y/n, you were bestfriends. You can’t keep avoiding her forever) Daniëlle sighed. You shrugged and walked towards the others. You’re not in the mood to talk about it right now.

You roomed with Jill, like always. Over the past year and something you’d told her practically everything, including the Victoria things. About your friendship, how you destroyed it, the jealousy, the guilt and your big big crush on her. Well you didn’t exactly tell her that but she just knew.

After an afternoon of looking at Victoria from across the room like a creep you flopped on your bed and opened instagram. You went through your highlights, in search for that one story. The one with you and the talented midfielder, the one you swore you ‘hated so much’.

11 October 2017

“Kijk je weer naar jullie foto’s samen?” (Are you looking at photos of the two of you together again?) Jill asked unimpressed. You groaned and sunk into your pillow. “Aaghh, ik heb het zo verpest!” (Aaghh, i messed up big time!) you screamed into your pillow.

Jill laughed at your misery, “Het is niet te laat, je bent gewoon een sukkel. Maak het goed, Vic zat de hele avond naar je te staren.” (It’s not too late, you’re just acting stupid. Make it right, Vic has been staring at you all evening) Jill said sitting down next to you. But honestly, could you make it right again?

You didn’t do much to make it up to her. You tried to act normal but your new normal was ignoring her. The hate you thought you had for her was so much more than that. It wasn’t really hate, it was so much more complicated. You hated that she was better but you also loved it. You hated that she was social, sweet, funny and silly but you loved it even more.

Both you and Victoria didn’t make any minutes at the tournament and you were gutted. It had been your dream, both of your dreams. And the loss to the USA was even harder. You were almost there, almost the World Champions.

Nothing really changed after the Euros, you still didn’t have any contact with the Ajax player. You were still playing for Bayern but it began to bore you. There wasn’t any change and the Bundesliga was too comfortable for you.

So you moved again, in January 2023 you signed for the Gunners. Your dreamclub, the club both you and Victoria had dreamed of playing at together. You made your dream transfer, and she did too.

ARSENAL NEWS !

After signing y/n y/l/n, Arsenal has now also signed the other Dutch woman, Victoria Pelova. The two play together for The Netherlands with our striker, Vivianne Miedema and used to play together at ADO. We’re delighted to Welcome Pelova into our squad.

You’d already met a few of the girls and Viv you knew already so when you walked onto the training ground you weren’t so nervous anymore. But it really bothered you that Vic had yet again taken a bigger part in your life. At this point you were almost living with eachother. Training went by rather quickly and you got home as soon as possible.

The team won every game the first month and you played in three of them. Victoria had already made her way into the hearts of the fans while you were.. overshadowed by her. But it was okay, she deserved it. You didn’t like the spotlights on your personal life anyway.

It was when you made a bad timed tackle in the quarterfinals of the Champions League and got send off with a second yellow that Vic decided to talk to you. You stormed off the field, not agreeing with the ref in the slightest, it wasn’t a good tackle but you didn’t really touch her, she wasn’t hurt.

You stomped into the tunnel. ‘Fuck fuck fuck is this gonna cost the team’ was the only thing on your mind. What if they didn’t make it through because of you. You’d never be seen the same again, you’ll lose your spot.

With your head in your hands you were overthinking every single aspect of your life. And then, someone opened the door. “Wat is je probleem y/n!” (What’s your problem y/n!) Victoria yelled. You sighed, refusing to look up at her. “Kijk naar me als ik tegen je praat! Jezus, wat is er!” (Look at me when i’m talking to you! Jesus, what is your problem!) she stood infront of you, expecting an answer.

“Niks, laat me met rust.” (Nothing, leave me alone) you said, just like the last time you really had a conversation. “Er is niet ‘niks’, waarom haat je me zo erg? Wat heb ik gedaan, ik dacht dat we dit samen wilden, samen in de Champions League finale voor Arsenal.” (There is not ‘nothing’, why do you hate me so much? What did i do, i thought that we wanted this together, the two of us in the Champions League final for Arsenal) Vic sighed defeated.

“Oh fuck you stargirl! Je doet alsof je niet weet waarom ik zo doe maar je weet hoe je altijd alles krijgt. Je bent beter in alles, ik kan niks voor mezelf hebben. Je bent overal, Arsenal, Nederland, mijn hoofd!” (Oh fuck you stargirl! You’re acting like you don’t know why i’m acting like this but you know that you always get everything. You’re better in everything, i can’t have anything for myself. You’re everywhere, Arsenal, The Netherlands, my head!) you said extremely frustrated. “Ik dacht eerst dat als ik je zou ghosten je weg zou gaan, uit mijn hoofd. Maar je gaat niet weg, het wordt alleen maar erger… Ik vind je heel erg leuk en dat maakt alles erger, ik heb je altijd leuk gevonden.” (At first i thought that if i ghosted you you’d go away, out of my head. But you won’t go away, it only got worse… i really like you and that makes everything worse, i have always liked you) the last few words left your mouth like a whisper, only meant for your own ears but hers heard them too.

“Oh” was the only word that left her mouth. You had prepared yourself for this moment for months, every scenario had played through your head. Except this one.

“Ja, ‘oh’. Vergeet maar dat ik dit ooit heb gezegd, het maakt niet uit.” (Yes, ‘oh’. Just forget that i ever said this, it doesn’t matter) you said standing up, ready to leave the stadium.

“Wacht! Wacht y/n!” (Wait! Wait y/n!) she called you back. She stopped you by taking your hand in hers. “Ik had het gewoon niet verwacht. Toen je niet meer reageerde op mijn appjes en daarna, die dingen zei-“ (I just didn’t expect it. When you didn’t respond to my texts and after, you said those things-) you winced at the thought of the words you had said to her the last time you spoke. “- toen dacht ik al helemaal niet meer dat je me mocht, laat staan dat je me leuk vond. Maar y/n je weet toch al dat ik jou de beste voetballer vind, dat ik overal kom voor jou en dat jij degene bent die ik leuk vind, al jaren.” (-i thought you didn’t like me at all, let alone that you liked me. But y/n you know that i think you’re the best footballer, that i go everywhere you go and that you’re the one that i like, for years now) your teammate whispered looking down at both of your dirty boots.

Smiling at her words you spoke again, “Hmm, zeg dat nog eens” (Hmm, say that again). Victoria laughed, looking you in your eyes. “We hebben het wel gedaan hè, nu alleen het WK nog.” (We really did it huh, only the World Championship now) you gave her a smile. She leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips. One that was just as sweet as Victoria herself.

y/n_y/l/n

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katie_mccabe11 the girrllssss

jillroord so my method worked huh

↳ y/n_y/l/n shut up

daniellevddonk kleine kinderen

↳ y/n_y/l/n jij bent 1.20cm, dat is echt klein

victoriapelova stargirl 💫❤️

viviannemiedema sukkeltjes

oranjeleeuwinfann wait who’s that??

A/N don’t know what to think of this fic but it’ll have to do.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

WIP Wednesday ( I know it's Thursday lol)

thank you for the tag @empressdede

This is like 2 or 3 weeks late.. sorrry 🫣

ALL FALLS DOWN - Chapter 10:

Sensing his reluctance, Shanté pressed further. “Oh, come on. You need to talk to someone who doesn’t know you or your home problems and listen without any judgment.”  She crossed her fingers behind her back as she awaited his response. Josh contemplated her offer before letting out a sigh and nodding his head. 

“Aight, fine. You got a rental?” Shanté nodded excitedly and told her to follow him as she started walking towards the car garage for the superstars. They went to a bar that was close to the hotel and sat towards the back, away from everyone else. 

LOVE - Chapter 10 (Final Chapter) :

“Dada” They both snapped their heads towards the entryway of the kitchen as Malachi crawled into the room. 

“Uhh-” Josh looked over at Janelle who was arching an eyebrow at him. “I promise I put him in the pack ‘n play.” Josh stood and went over to grab Malachi but stopped when he stood up as well and took one step before falling on his butt and laughing. 

Josh turned to Janelle who was already looking at him in shock. “Ayee, did you see that!?!” Josh picked Malachi up and spun him around. “Yeet! My boy boutta be walking at ten months.” 

“Weet!” Malachi giggled, clapping his hands. Janelle sighed and slapped her forehead.  Josh laughed loudly as Janelle started to lightly bang her head on the counter. 

“Noo…” She mumbled, scowling at Josh when he started laughing at her. 

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[ID: ten shots from 'revolutionary girl utena' with excerpts of black text edited onto them. the first is of akio embracing utena in the duelling arena, holding her sword and talking down to her. utena is wearing a princess dress. text reads: 'and lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been.'

utena prying open the coffin behind the rose gate. text reads: 'but she did look back,'

anthy staring up at utena from within her coffin, her expression confused. text reads: 'and i love her for that,'

utena smiling at anthy inside her coffin, tears in her eyes. text reads: 'because it was so human.'

the swords of hatred pulsing towards utena as she lies defeated on the ground. text reads: 'so she was turned to a pillar of salt. so it goes.'

utena and anthy's hands being wrenched apart. text reads: 'people aren't supposed to look back.'

anthy about to leave ohtori, smiling and wearing her pink outfit. text reads: 'i’m certainly not going to do it anymore. i’ve finished my war book now. the next one i write is going to be fun. this one is a failure, and had to be, since it was written by a pillar of salt. it begins like this:'

young anthy hanging limply as the swords of hatred protrude from her body. she is sihloutted against a red background. text reads: 'listen: billy pilgrim has come unstuck in time.'

a photo of utena and anthy, in which akio has been cropped out, sitting in a pink frame upon a table. there is also a pink rose frame around the shot. text reads: 'it ends like this:'

a close-up of the photo, still with the pink rose frame, in which utena and anthy are tentatively holding hands. text reads: 'poo-tee-weet?' /end ID]

revolutionary girl utena (1997) / kurt vonnegut, slaughterhouse 5

[dendro80]

Very weet and rainy. Have had a walk in the woods. Now on my way home to get something hot in me. 🌧️

April 2024

Brovallsskogen, Avesta, Dalarna, Sweden

[o-wise-corvid]

Dathomir Daily

Questions

Cāl (kale): which

Cer (keer): where

Ce (kee): who

Coj (kahj): what

Cōn (cōn): why

Curr (koorr): when

C’zhō (k-zhō): how

Responses

Ērr (pr: long e-rolled r): here

Et (pr: eht): yes

Nol: no, not

Nāt (pr: nate): now

O col’mo’clan: thank you (literally I will remember.)

Rā (pr: ray): up

Tunorr-mer: goodbye (literally “look home”)

Wūn (pr: wune): down

Yī’cān’gelec: please (literally “if you wish” or “if you dream”)

Conjunctions

Lu (loo): and, with, also

Gle (gleh): but

Nā (nay): nor

Nol’hēlo: unlike

Stā (stay): or

Zethēn (pr: Zehth-een): because

Prepositions

Cetlu (ket-luh): than

Dōl (pr: dōl): over

Fo (pr: fah): of

Lāsh (pr: lāsh): in front, before, ahead

Nī: (pr: nie): in

Ōnde (pr: ōndeh): under

Ōnzh (pr:ōnzh): inside, into

Ong: for

So (pr: sah): at

Stagn: (pr: sta-g-n): against

Thush (pr: thush): behind, after

Ul (pr: ool): out

Une (pr: oo-neh): on

We’ef (pr: weh-ehf): the left-hand side (literally “with the left hand”)

We’it (pr: weh-it): the right-hand side (literally “with the right hand”)

Wēt (pr: weet): with

Yī (pr: (y)eye): by (meaning “by the rock” or “made by China”)

Zh (pr:zh): to

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[ayyponine]

much like last year i got to enjoy some studio visits this weekend B)

(commentary in addition to description linked to each photo individually)

started out fresh w an art gallery (1, 2, 3) w some cool, colourful, eclectic and playful pieces on display. made a quick stop at work to say hi to a colleague i hadn't seen in a while before making my way to

my second location and biggest must-see (4, 5). Had a nice chat w artist who saw me look at one of her canvases frm the side so she was like lol do you paint or smth. bc i recognise how you're viewing these works when i go to a museum i do the same exact thing. I loved getting her perspective and a glimpse into her work process even if it's so different from mine idk it was cool! There was a whole collective of lil art studios scattered about the building surrounding a courtyard so i also entered a diff place and look. they were all about making zines. a group of ppl was chatting and making em. so i entered and was like hi ja sorry i kom ff binnenvallen maar ik weet niet goed wat er..... te bezine valt. which instantly made me cringe so hard i was ready to leave but the girl leading the workshop seemed thrilled to have me and explain the setup even if internally i was still like oh god why am i like this rip. i think i missed out on some more ateliers but mostly bc a lot of the artists were gathered in the lil courtyard having drinks and chatting and i was too intimidated to ask fr info or be spotted looking lost like some IDIOT so on i went rip.

quick stop at kids clothing shop which always cheers me up it's so whimsical and i want their stuff fr

Then onto 6, 7 where they had some cool stuff fr sure but the location was such a cramped and cluttered old row house and i had already spent my whole day walkign around in a T-shirt so especially trying to navigate around other visitors this was just not it babes. i moved on before having seen it all despite being interested bc i just needed to get tf out.

Managed my good deed fr the day when i spotted a confused looking older couple w a wheeled suitcase and personally guided them to their hotel

THEN on to this hidden lil atelier where i also went last year + attended a grand total of 2 life drawing sessions in the months after. again while arriving i was faced w the distinct feeling of having barged in on a private party of artists all at a table sharing a leisurely drink on a dreamy sunday afternoon rip BUT. the artist i talked to last time/followed the drawing sessions with was there, still knew me by name and made some small talk to help me feel welcome what an absolute gem. he even proposed i sit w them at the table & hang out fr a bit, when i said like hmm thank you but to just join up w a group of friends who all know each other it's a lil daunting he even said like but i know them, and i know you so its all ok :) i was internally like cool. i would takea fucking bullet fr you btw this is totally fine and i can not believe you are still willingly talking to me, the single most embarrassing person to ever exist in the world

anyway i did not accept the offer to stay fr a while but did chat w some of the other artists which was again super cool, to get more info on the diff works on display. they seem like a rlly sweet and charming collective of people and i wish i didn't feel so ashamed of myself so i couldve spent more time with them all but aint that the way. debating atm whether i should sign up fr another life drawing class or if the guy was only being nice bc he felt obligated and would actually prefer i keep my flustered and off putting vibes tf away from his personal and professional work space idk.

anyway. i had the wrong address so almost missed out on my last visit but in the final hour it was still possible i did manage to find the last location (8, 9) w an exhibit on themes of europe, durability and the meaning of home. there was a really cool piece on trees & difficulty in their sap stream where you could touch a chunk of wood and feel clicks resonate through a speaker mounted on the back, a glass installation on koekhappen re: jumping through hoops fr resource accessibility & probably my fave: the audio of welcoming messages. esp smth about the french speaker was so warm idk there seemed to be genuine relief in the confession of "je suis tellement heureuse de te voir, que tu m'as manqué" which also btw. god ive always loved that expression. ive missed you you have been missing FROM me or smth more in that direction of semantics i. insane

then biked on to my moms again to get some got damn. peace and quiet. and a cinnamon roll w vanilla ice cream <3

[nightfang22]

The Norski and the Themby-Chapter Three

A/N:I hope you're all enjoying and remember gently that I did write this when i was a teenager so it may not be the best.A special thanks to @p34ch-tr33 for all the support and adoration you have for my work.Enjoy!

Warnings:None

Word Count:2.6k

"Female lead vocalist?" I tilted my head in confusion. These were not words that I was familiar with. Tord cleared his throat and translated for me. "Je zou in onze band zingen. Ons belangrijkste evenement, als u wilt." ("You would be singing in our band. Our main event, if you will.") I gulped. "Ik weet het niet. Ik kan nog niet eens goed Engels spreken." ("I don't know. I can't even speak proper English yet.") Tord smiled and laughed. "Het is maar goed dat de meeste van onze liedjes Norsk zijn. En wat er ook in het Engels is, ik zal het je leren. Het zal gemakkelijker worden door de voortgang van onze bijlessessies, dat beloof ik." ("Well, it's a good thing that most of our songs are in Norwegian. And whatever is in English, I will teach you. It will become easier through the progression of our tutoring sessions, I promise.")  I chewed on my lip in thought. I wasn't completely fluent in Norsk but it was so close to Dutch that it couldn't be that hard to pick up on, right? And this seemed like it would be lots of fun. As I continued to contemplate, I heard Patryk gasp. Looking up at him, I saw him faint. That's when I tasted it. Blood. I had bit my lip so hard in thought that I must've accidentally bit through it. I ran my thumb across my bottom lip, smearing the ruby liquid on my finger. Shrugging, I licked it off like it was nothing. I looked at Tord and Paul. Paul was tending to the passed out Pat while Tord was still looking at me expectantly. He was waiting for an answer. Finally, I smiled and nodded once. The grin that broke out on Tord's face was adorable. It wasn't the usual cocky smirk I've seen all day. It was a real, goofy teenage boy smile.

Tord and I sat at his desk in his room as he tried to get me to comprehend the concept of cheese. "Okay, okay. It's like…chewy milk?" I asked, tilting my head slightly to the left. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Tord sighed. "Not quite but, you're getting closer." I rubbed my eyes and yawned sleepily. Tord turned his attention back to me, swiveling in his chair. "You're tired? Perhaps we should take a break." I could only manage a nod as I looked at the clock. It was half passed eight. My eyes bulged. "Faen! I'm late for dinner! Frost is going to kill me!" I yelped. I started hyperventilating. Tord put his hand on my shoulder and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Nei, he won't. I'll take you home and explain everything to your family. I'm sure that you're parents will be pleased with you making such a nice new friend." There it was again. That smirk. For his sake and mine, I hoped to Thor he was right. We hopped in his car and he drove me home. I gave him directions and it looked as though we didn't live terribly far from each other. At least cycling distance. We pulled up in front of my house. It wasn't much of a spectacle. It was painted a pretty shade of peach on the outside and it was two stories. Mine and Frost's rooms were on the second floor while our parents stayed on the ground floor. He got out and opened the door for me. He squeezed my wrist in reassurance but I was still very afraid. I opened the door slowly and walked to the kitchen, hoping that I hadn't missed dinner after all. Turns out, I was right on time. Papi was just setting the table and Moeder was pulling desert out of the oven. I internally sighed with relief. That's when a cough was heard behind me. I turned around to see Frost standing there with his arms crossed and glaring at Tord. "Nearly late." His Dutch accent pooled venom in his words. "But I'm home now. So you can chill." I muttered under my breath. "Papi, Moeder, Dette er min venn Tord. Kan han bli til middag?" ("Dad, Mother, This is my friend Tord. Can he stay for dinner?") My mother had this small smile on her face as she looked over at my father. He looked Tord up and down from head to toe before motioning for us to sit at the table. Tord took a seat next to me and Frost sat on my other side, glaring at his plate. I cleared my throat. "Um…could we maybe speak in English at dinner tonight? It would really help me practice." I looked around at everyone praying to Loki that I had used the right words. My parents beamed at me as they nodded their heads with excitement.

The usual dinner conversations began. My parents spent most of dinner asking Tord questions about himself, his family, his hobbies, etc. When Tord mentioned that he was in a band, my father's eyes sparkled. Oh no. Here it comes. I looked over at Frost and he looked over at me as we sank into our seats lowly as our father began recounting the days of his mariachi band 'The Cobras'. "Papi, you're embarrassing me." I mumbled. Tord just chuckled as he saw my bright pink complexion. "So, Tord. What kind of band are you in?" My father asked. It was Tord's turn to get excited. A grin broke out across his face as he started talking about his Norski rock band. I tuned in when I heard Tord say my name. "And Lyric has so kindly agreed to be our lead vocalist. They have an excellent voice. You have one talented star on your hands Mr. and Mrs. Aries." Tord said, smiling. It was a genuine smile. I could even see a gap in his two front teeth that I'd never noticed before. It was kind of cute, if I'm honest. I blushed at the thought. My parents beamed at the compliment. "Please, you can call us mom and dad if you like. Any friend of Lyric's is family." My mother threw in. I hid my face by pushing my frijoles around with a fork and looking down. "Mom." I whined through my teeth. This only managed to make Tord chuckle more. "So, you're part of a band now, Paardebloem. That's pretty exciting!" Moeder tried changing the subject once she realized I was flushed and embarrassed. Tord smirked at me a quirked a brow up. "Paardebloem?" I bit my lip which was still sore from earlier. I could only nod. "We call them that because they loved dressing up as a paardebloem when they were a little kid." My mother supplied. My face's shade visibly darkened. "So, do you guys have a practice schedule or anything?" Tord nodded. "Every day after school from 3 to 7. And I'm tutoring Lyric in English so that could always take place after until about 9 if that's alright." Frost looked as if he was about to interject when my father butted in. "Absolutely! You keep them as late as you want! I'm just glad they are finally leaving the house!" My father laughed. My brother's jaw dropped. "But Dad! They're teenagers! They could be lying! What if he's just trying to use her? He's no good, Pops!" My jaw dropped at his words. "Jij klootzak!" ("You son of a bitch!") I stood abruptly. Tears were beginning to well in my eyes. My brother had never acted to rudely before. The Frost I know couldn't even hurt a fly let alone call someone he just met 'no good' or a 'liar'. "Papi, Moeder. May we be excused?" I held back a sniffle as a tear ran down my left cheek, tracking black eyeliner with it. My father looked taken aback by Frost and looked to my mother. She was tight lipped but nodded. Frost went to stand and Papi's hand shot out to grab his wrist across the table. "Not you, young man. We need to have a serious talk about your behavior and how it's affecting your sibling." He said sternly. Frost glared but nodded, returning to his chair.

As I turned to head towards the front door, Tord's wrist in my hand, my mother spoke up. "Why don't you show Tord around, Paardebloem? You can show him your studio if you'd like?" My face flushed pink. I softly smiled while nodding. I detached from Tord to give my mother a hug. She rubbed my back comfortingly and gave me one last squeeze before whispering in my ear. "Just don't be too hard on your legs, okay?" I nodded softly as I pressed a kiss into her hair. She let me go and I asked Tord if he'd like a tour. He nodded and I looped my arm in his, starting for the living room. "So this is the living room. That's my Papi's recliner," I pointed to the periwinkle velvet chair in front of the tv, "and that's my Moeder's loveseat." I gestured to the purple mini couch next to the bookshelf filled with Dutch romance novels. "What's that?" Tord asked. I turned my head to see what he was talking about. He was staring at the wall of family photos. I tugged him over to it. 'This is what my Papi refers to as "The Aries Family Wall of Fame'. Anybody important enough to be on this wall is drilled into our family forever." I looked up at Tord. He was looking at all of the photos of my family. We all looked quite a lot alike. I noticed his eyes straying back to one specific photo. "Who's this?" He asked. I peered closer at the photo. It was my little sister, TJ. "Oh, that's my little sister. She died when she was one." I said. He looked apologetic. I shook my head. "It’s okay. I was only four when it happened and I barely remember it. Come on. There's more to see." I pulled him all around the house. I showed him my mom's office where she spends all day writing her novels, my dad's piano room, my brother's indoor batting cage, etc. That's when we came to my room. Honestly, I was kind of nervous to show Tord my room. I mean this is my sanctuary. It represents everything that I am in one room. I took a deep breath as we entered. "And this is my room." I walked in before him and outstretched my arms. He looked around the room almost fondly. Tord observed the posters and framed sketches on my wall. "These are incredible. Your room is really nice." He complimented. "Thank you but we're not done yet." I grabbed his hand and led him to a ladder under a hatch on the ceiling. He looked at me quizzically as I grinned. I pulled down the hatch and climbed up the ladder, motioning for him to follow. We were now in what looked to be an observatory. All rounded glass doming is what constructed the room and everywhere you looked there was some type of artistic medium. There were easels and canvases and paint. There was a computer for digital art. There was a mic stand and amps with a DJ set up. Anything artistic that you could think of, I had it. "This is my studio." I said. I flopped down on one of the chairs in front of my mic set up and Tord joined me, looking around the room in awe. "This is amazing. You must spend a lot of time here, yeah?" I nodded my head looking up at the stars through the glass ceiling. "It's the one thing that no one can ever take away from me." I looked at Tord and he was looking at me with a soft smile. "I'm surprised that your english is so good." I nodded my head. "These are all words that Frost has used with me before." Then I remembered his actions downstairs and at school. "Also I'm really sorry that he was so rude to you. He's not usually like that." I looked at my hands in my lap. Tord came over and sat on the arm of the chair I was in. "Hey, it's okay. Really. People usually have a bad first impression of me. I'm used to it." I looked up at him and he was really close. Subconsciously, I leaned in closer for a better look. I hadn't noticed before but Tord had a light dusting of freckles across his cheeks. He had a pretty sharp jawline as well. His eyes were a gorgeous silver color in the direct light. He was beautiful. I felt his hand find it's way into my hair and he started to lean in. His eyes were heavily lidded and he mumbled something in Norwegian. "Hm?"

There was a knock on the hatch and we broke apart. I opened it to see Frost. "Ja?" I asked. He looked from me to Tord with distrustful eyes. Frost had never looked at me like that before. It was almost scary. "Mom and dad say it's time for Tord to go but you have permission to go to his house or he can come here as much as you both would like." He grumbled as he climbed back down my ladder. I looked at Tord apologetically. He waved a dismissive hand. "It is pretty late and a school night. I'll see you in class tomorrow?" He asked as he walked back downstairs with me. I nodded. "Yeah, want me to walk you to your car?" I asked. He nodded and said his goodbyes to my brother and my parents. Frost just crossed his arms and huffed while my father shook his hand happily and my mother hugged him, telling him he could come by as much as he'd like and that he was such a nice young man and that we'd make adorable babies. "Moeder!" I grabbed Tord's hand dragging him out of the house as fast as I could. We walked up to his car and he looked at me. It was silent for a second. He cleared his throat. "I uh, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Lyric." He waved before climbing in his car. That's when something hit me. "Wait!" He turned to look at me. "When we were upstairs, in my studio. You said something but I didn't hear you. What did you say?" He chuckled. Walking closer to me, he put one hand on my cheek while the other held my waist, pulling me flush against him. "I said, 'Pokker, du er vakker, løvetann'." ("Damn you're beautiful, dandelion.") That's when he did it. He leaned in, closing his eyes, and kissed me. It was my first kiss. My eyes fell shut as I kissed back. He tasted like cinnamon and spice. The kiss ended all too soon for my liking. "I'll see you tomorrow, løvetann~." And with that, he got in his car and drove away. I walked back inside to see that my mom was grinning at me. Before she could bombard me with questions, I ran up to my room. I flopped down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was a text from Tord.

Tord: Yes, I still have your bike and yes, I'm picking you up for school tomorrow. You won't be biking to school ever again if I have anything to say about it. ;)

I giggled and just sent back a smiley face. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

[limbusrailway]

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I am Ace! (They/Them) I’m a funny little writer, I like classic lit, Limbus launched and I got into Project Moon. We will see if this blog maintains ANY sort of consistent activity.

My Limbus Company friend code is S359631343 - I try to keep units relatively leveled and have my favorite/most powerful of each sinner up in their respective number slot. If you know me via discord or somewhere else just message me and I’m willing to swap out IDs and EGO and the like to meet needs!

Favorite Sinners are Sinclair, Meursault, Rodya, Yi Sang, Faust, Hong Lu, and Gregor because everyone like Gregor that’s the law. But I generally enjoy everyone!!

General info on my “bus” of fansinners underneath the cut.

Limbus OC content generally under the tag “LCR (limbus company railway)”

Individual Sinner/Character Tags for this blog:

Yi Sang - make friends with crows

Faust - faust is quite gay

Don Quixote - ONWARD BRAVE KNIGHT

Ryoushuu - B.L.E.E.D. (Big Lesbian Energy Extra Debauchery)

Meursault - MEURSAULTS TITS

Hong Lu - poor little rich boy

Heathcliff - hes gonna clobber ya

Ishmael - fishmael

Rodion - gambling addiction

Sinclair - cheepcheep

Outis - outism moment

Gregor - *scuttling noises*

Dante - tiktok

Vergilius - oh no hes giving me THE LOOK--

Charon - the wheels on the bus go crunch crunch crunch

Sinner #1 (23) - Kai

Source: The Snow Queen (Hans Christen Andersen)

Color: Beau Blue (BCD4E6)

Icon: A Snowflake  

Weapon: Virkelighed (Danish; "Reality") [Unique knife designed for slashing, blade loops around the fingers of a fist much like brass knuckles.]

E.G.O.: The Devil's Mirror

Sinner #2 (24) - Pan

Source: Peter Pan (J. M. Barrie)

Color: Forest Green (0B6623)

Icon: Panpipes & a Feather

Weapon: Youth [Short sword.]

E.G.O.: Second Star to the Right

Sinner #3 (25) - Dorothy

Source: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (L. Frank Baum)

Color: Ruddy Blue (76ABDF)

Icon: The Silver Slippers

Weapon: Home [A hammer.]

E.G.O.: Over the Rainbow

Sinner #4 (26) - Orpheus

Source: Greek Myth

Color: Bone (E7DECC) 

Icon: A Lyre.

Weapon: Μούσα (Greek; "Muse") [A guitar.]

E.G.O.: Don’t Look Back

Sinner #5 (27) - Aino

Source: The Kalevala (The National Epic of Finland)

Color: Arsenic (3B444B) 

Icon: A Fish.

Weapon: Neitsyt (Finnish; "Maiden") [A whip.]

E.G.O.: Moonmaid’s Silver, Sunmaid’s Gold

Sinner #6 (28) - Charles Wallace

Source: A Wrinkle In Time (Madeleine L'Engle)

Color: Pastel Pink (FFD1DC) 

Icon: A ringed planet.

Weapon: Tesseract [A flail.]

E.G.O.: Something New

Sinner #7 (29) - Hallward

Source: The Picture of Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde)

Color: Teal (48AAAD) 

Icon: A painter’s palette.

Weapon: Worship [A staff.]

E.G.O.: Portrait of the Artist

Sinner #9 (31) - Momo

Source: Momo or The Gray Men (Michael Ende)

Color: Ochre (CC7722)

Icon: A blossoming flower.

Weapon: Zeit (German; "Time") [Armor.]

E.G.O.: The Hour Blossoms

Sinner #10 (32) - Candide

Source: Candide (Voltaire)

Color: Eminence (6C3082) 

Icon: A two-sided mask, reminiscent of that of comedy and tragedy.

Weapon: Pire (French; "Worst") [A rapier.]

E.G.O.: Everything Is Best

Sinner #11 (33) - Billy Pilgrim

Source: Slaughterhouse 5 (Kurt Vonnegut)

Color: Ruby (900603) 

Icon: A broken clock.

Weapon: Poo-tee-weet [A shotgun.]

E.G.O.: Unstuck in Time

Sinner #12 (34) - Darcy

Source: Pride & Prejudice (Jane Austen)

Color: Yale Blue (00356B) 

Icon: A coin & ring.

Weapon: Pride [Throwing knives.]

E.G.O.: Lost Forever

Sinner #13 (35) - Riviera

Source: Neuromancer (William Gibson)

Color: Lime (AEF359) 

Icon: A syringe.

Weapon: Chrome [Claws.]

E.G.O.: Millions of Illusions

Sinner #8 [30] MANAGER - Alice

Source: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (Lewis Carrol)

GUIDE - Lily / The White Queen

Source: Through the Looking-Glass (Lewis Carrol)

E.G.O.: Lost Daughter

DRIVER - Nemo

Source: 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (Jules Verne)