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[tunya-34]

🌊🌙•☆just me and the moon☆•🌙🌊

one of my older pieces! it was a celebration of moonlight cookie's crk release :,] click on it for better quality!

[gnymd3]

[diceriadelluntore]

Storia Di Musica #322 - Spoon, Kill The Moonlight, 2002

Alla cabina del mixer di The Stage Names dei Okkervil River c'era un ragazzo musicista, un batterista per la precisione: Jim Eno. Che all'uscita di quel disco era una sorta di celebrità della musica indie per via del gruppo che aveva fondato, circa dieci anni prima, con il cantante e chitarrista Britt Daniel. Ad Austin infatti agli inzi degli anni '90 fondano un gruppo che prende nome da una canzone dei leggendari Can, il famoso gruppo tedesco della Kosmik Music degli anni '70, che si chiama Spoon (da quel disco meraviglioso che fu Ege Bamyasi del 1972) e che faceva parte della colonna sonora di un film amato dai due ragazzi, Doppio Taglio (Jagged Edge), del 1985. Nel 1994 come duo con musicisti sessionisti incidono le prime canzoni: vanno in un EP, Nefarious (1994) e poi, assodati dalla etichetta Matador, in un LP, del 1996, Telephono, che vende poco ma viene notato da una certa critica come qualcosa di molto interessante. Nel 1997 un nuovo EP, Soft Effects, mostra l'embrione della loro musica futura: poco noisy, una musica geometrica che si rifà alla New Wave più illuminate (i Wire soprattutto) e una passione, soprattutto di Daniel, per Elvis Costello. Durante un concerto del 1996, invitano sul palco Josh Zarbo, bassista tra il pubblico, e finirà per suonare con loro per oltre dieci anni, fino al 2007. Nel 1998 hanno una grande occasione: li mette sotto contratto la Elektra, la leggendaria casa discografica dei The Doors, dei Love, centrale nella musica degli anni '70 negli Stati Uniti: esce persino un disco, A Series Of Sneaks, ma una serie di incomprensioni con il loro referente, Ron Laffitte, porterà ad una distribuzione scadente e persino a scelte produttive non concordate, tanto che la casa discografica li licenzia dopo un solo disco e gli Spoon dedicheranno a Laffitte una suite di sue brani, molto ironici ma potentissimi per la critica nei confronti dei suoi comportamenti, The Agony Of Laffitte e Laffitte Don't Fail Me Now che saranno incluse nella ristampa di A Series Of Sneaks del 2002, quando la band è sotto contratto con la Merge. Una delle etichette più importanti per la musica indipendente crede moltissimo in questo duo, che in tre anni scrive tre dischi bellissimi: Girls Can Tell del 2001 è l'antipasto per il disco di oggi, scelto per il misterioso motivo comune ai dischi di Aprile (che sono sicuro avete ormai capito).

Kill The Moonlight esce il 20 Agosto del 2002. È un disco che fa della semplicità sonora il suo fulcro, che non vuol dire affatto che sia un disco banale: anzi se ne apprezzano le idee, le influenze, le scelte degli arrangiamenti in modo più facile ed incisivo. È un disco che lascia da parte gli stili prefissati, meno dolente di Girls Can Tell, più gioioso e divertente, un omaggio alle loro passioni musicali. Il disco è trascinato da The Way We Get By, che diventerà molto famosa per l'uso in serie cult come The O.C., Scrubs e persino nella colonna sonora di Shameless (e di molti altri film). Il suono è semplice ma variopinto, con addirittura occasionali puntate di fiati, e per la prima volta il fulcro sonoro è di chitarra e pianoforte, quest'ultimo strumento mai usato precedentemente, nei crediti affidato al misterioso Eggo Johanson, in realtà lo stesso Britt Daniel (tra gli altri musicisti, il fido Zarbo e Mike McCarthy alla chitarra, altri due bassisti, Roman Kuebler e John Clayton, Matt Brown al sassofono e Brad Shenfield al Darbuka, che è un tamburo a cesto tipico della musica mediterranea, soprattutto lato africano). Meravigliosi gli intro di Small Stakes, molto rock, e quello quasi dadaista di Stay Don't Go. Someone To Look Foward To è più "sporca" e groove, salendo nei toni alti del canto tanto amati da Daniel. Jonathan Fisk è ritmica e sa di anni '80 (soprattutto nel timbro della batteria di Eno), ed è il più chiaro omaggio a Costello, anche nella tematica del brano (ricordi di bullismo da cortile, religione e politica di destra con "bombe atomiche e rasoi smussati"). C'è anche sufficiente angoscia in brani come All The Pretty Girls Go To The City. Ma è musicalmente che il disco sorprende: sono uno dei pochi gruppi rock indie del periodo che non "abusano" della chitarra ritmica fuzz, ricorrendo alle tastiere, che sono davvero la novità musicale nel loro stile, e anche ai campionatori. Chiude il disco un altro gioiello, Vittorio E., 3 minuti di malinconica e potente "anti-ballata".

Il disco viene osannato dalla critica, e finalmente anche dalle vendite: rientra in tutte le classifiche dei migliori dischi dell'anno 2002, del decennio 2000-2010 e persino nelle posizioni alte delle classifiche specialistiche dei migliori dischi indipendenti di sempre. Diventerà presto uno dei titoli migliori del catalogo Merge, dopo In the Aeroplane Over the Sea dei Neutral Milk Hotel e 69 Love Songs dei Magnetic Fields (li trovate tutte e due nelle Storie Di Musica). Ma il vero boom lo fece il disco successivo per gli Spoon: Gimme Fiction venderà centinaia di migliaia di copie, trascinato da un'altra canzone stupende, I Turn The Camera On, anch'essa usata in serie Tv (Veronica Mars, Bones e persino in una puntata de I Simpson), che segna il successo di una band che ha sempre fatto musica interessante, alla faccia di quel Ron Laffitte che non credette in loro.

[werthersbignaturals]

one of the biggest problems with euphoria like culturally, beyond the pedophilic producers and insane writer and also the insanity of having One Single Writer for a whole tv show, Maddie Perez could neverrrr be Manny santos no matter how hard they try and jacob elordi looks like an A&F model from 2005 came to life which is NOT what tween girls need. I remember being thirteen hot men were scary unless they were effeminate as hell remember Tokyo hotel?? whatever kids these days have NOTHING. sad.

[autism-corner]

i need to start pirating.

[channieschocco]

Lovesick ~ Felix

Word count: 1.3k

Synopsis: You and your best friend Felix were hanging out together one night, when Felix confessed something that would change everything.

Warnings: Kissing

A little writer's note: I was writing this as I listened to music, and I was really surprised how well this fic went with Moonlight by Ariana Grande! So, in other words, I guess this fic's inspo was Moolight?? Lol, have a good day everyone<3

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The dim lighting of your apartment was the perfect ambiance for the night. You had just finished setting up some snacks on the living room table (crackers, pretzels, cookies, a fruit tray and popcorn) and placing cozy blankets on the couch. You lit some sweet-smelling candles around the TV and on the table to make the room not only look aesthetic, but smell excellent. 

It had been ages since you last saw your best friend Felix since he had been working so hard at the company and performing so often. The two of you used to hang out every weekend but since his group was becoming more and more popular by the day, he was usually at the studio or somewhere halfway across the world.

You tried not to mention how much you missed seeing him, since you didn’t want to make him ��choose” between you or the company and because you knew that his work was important to him and you loved to see his success. It was difficult to pull off since you had been in love with your best friend for as long as you can remember. You didn’t want to say anything at all since you knew that he only saw you as a friend but it didn’t stop you from just doing  a little more to try and show him how much you care. For example, always hosting the hang outs at your place, making everything just a bit more perfect. 

You were just finishing putting up an aesthetic and relaxing ambiance video on your TV when two knocks came from your door. You rushed to the door and threw it open, revealing your best friend. 

Felix’s shoulder length blonde hair looked better than you’ve ever seen it and his face instantly lit up the second he saw you. “Y/N!” He called and you rushed forward into his arms, tears blurring your eyes, 

“Felix—” Your voice broke as he scooped you up in his arms and held you close. You knew you missed him, but you didn’t think you would cry at all. You thought that this hangout would be like any other one you’ve had. 

“Hey, don’t cry.” Felix pulled back from the embrace and smiled, gently brushing his fingers over the tears that had slid down your cheeks, wiping them away. This was, of course, a happy occasion after all. “You’re gonna make me cry too!”

“I’m sorry,” You sniffed as Felix shut the door behind him. “It’s just that I missed you so much.” It slightly embarrassed you to say this, knowing that you wished you were more than just friends, but what does Felix know? From his point of view, it probably seemed like you were just pointing out the fact that you haven’t seen your best friend in ages and putting it simply, you missed him.

“I- I missed you too.” His deep voice made your heart melt and you forgot all about crying as Felix’s eyes lit up with adoration. 

You smiled. “We have so much to talk about!” You exclaimed excitedly. “I can’t wait to hear all about the concerts and photo shoots you’ve been doing!” It was one thing to watch them on TV, but hearing about these events from the very person who experienced them is so much better in every way.

“Do we ever!” Felix raced into your living room and flopped onto the couch full of blankets and pillows. You couldn’t help but giggle, the action was so adorable. You loved when Felix made himself at home in your apartment.

The two of you got comfortable on the couch and selected a romcom to watch. The snacks that you had previously set out on the table were slowly disappearing and the candles you had lit were getting shorter and shorter as the time went by. Another occurrence was you, slowly inching closer to Felix on the couch and by the end of the movie, you two were pressed up against each other, your head leaning on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you. 

You missed this. You. Him. Just relaxing together. Felix loved it too. He loved being able to get away from the idol life for a few hours and spend time with his favorite person in the world. 

Once the movie ended, neither of you moved, nor did you say a word. This moment was one you would forever keep close in your heart and would replay in your head repeatedly. You shut your eyes and laid your head on Felix’s chest, making him freeze. You missed the small action, but you could feel his heart pounding.

“Lix?” You mumbled.

“Yeah?” He answered.

“Your heart’s beating really fast.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, the deep sound calming and began twirling your hair through his fingers. He didn’t move after you got into this position, only his fingers. Neither of you needed to speak since everything that needed to be said didn’t need to be spoken aloud. Except for one thing…

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you.” Felix sounded shy, nervous even. It was a contrast to the calming words he spoke earlier.

“Okay.” You replied, slightly confused. “Go ahead.”

“I’ve been hiding something from you for years and I’ve never had the guts to admit it until I realized I needed to.” He took a shaky breath. “I only noticed this when I was away from you for so long and I missed you. No, that’s not the word…” He paused. “I longed for you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Felix—”

“Wait, let me finish. I want to spend every moment with you Y/N. I want to spend my life by your side. I want you to feel the same way that I do…Because I really really like you. And I’m so sorry if this just destroyed everything.” His voice broke on his final word. 

You shot up from your position on Felix’s chest and plopped yourself down right across from him. “Lee Felix, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words.” You looked into his beautiful brown eyes, unshed tears glistening inside and grabbed his hand. “I like you too. I always have and I’m a fool for never telling you how I felt. I’m sorry too.” 

He looked up at you, a small grin blossoming on his lips. “Really? So then it would be okay if I did this?” Felix leaned closer, cupping your chin in his hand and brushing the hair out of your face. You nodded and that was all he needed before he began to kiss you gently.

His lips were soft and moved against your own with such adoration. His hand on your face was warm and comforting. You had a hand on his chest, his heart was pounding even faster than before and your heart? Your heart felt as if it would burst.

Every time one of you would pull back, the other would return, kissing again. This went on for a while, the two of you giggling and kissing, for you both had been waiting for this forever. When you finally ended your last kiss, Felix looked a little bereft so you kissed his cheek, making him smile. “I love you.” You whispered. Because it was true. You loved Lee Felix with your whole heart and nothing would ever come between you again. Except maybe his idol career…

“I love you too.” He murmured, his beautiful, deep voice making you melt. There was a soft blush on his cheeks, and you assumed your cheeks were slightly pink as well. He pulled you close to him, your head on his chest once again and you fell asleep right there, in the comfort of Felix’s arms. 

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Missiles and Meal Service: The Hidden Toll of Flying in War-zones

Common occupational hazards in aviation; the not so new flight deck stressors would encompass turbulence, delayed pushbacks, and that one passanger having an issue with someone reclining their seat (this is so very common, believe me). Let’s not forget another one who thinks the seatbelt sign doesn’t apply to them while on active runway (because they are just itching for a snack they left inside their carry-on luggage in the overhead bin. Opens bin, then bag falls off on them and everyone around. SMH)

Back to business. Pilots and cabin crew flying over the Middle East lately, especially in and out of Qatar, well, there’s a new, less subtle source of anxiety: missile attacks. Who doesn’t know the news by now?

Yes, flying into Doha these days might involve dodging airspace closures, U.S. airbase targets, and the occasional Iranian and Israeli news. Glamorous, right?

Very.

While passengers worry about delayed in-flight meals and Wi-Fi speeds being too slow or disconnecting , the crew up front and in the aisles are dealing with something much much heavier: the psychological toll of flying through a region where geopolitics are very unpredictable, stormy, and always just over the horizon.

What Happened in Qatar Exactly, you ask?

In resent years, we’ve witnessed sensitive airspaces and in response, airlines have shut down their airspaces. Flights being rerouted faster than a teenager dodging chores have become commonplace, and airline dispatchers around the world had one collective panic attack.

Now just imagine this. Inflight, flight crew are prepping beverage carts while air defence systems light up the radar. Boom-Chaka-Boom! Just another day in the skies.

Cabin Pressure: Flying with a Side of Adrenaline

Yes, crew (deck crew and cabin crew) are trained to handle demarcates, but war is not an average Emmergency! It’s one thing to worry about fuel efficiency. It’s another to fly over a region where missiles are a real-time hazard.

There is a huge difference between trusting an aircraft, the team, and trusting geopolitics.

Constant anticipatory anxiety.

Hypervigilance, even on layovers.

The unsettling knowledge that their aircraft might share airspace with defense drones, military jets, and… well, more missiles.

Hospitality Meets Hostility

Cabin crew, as you know, are the face of calm, smile and all. Even so, smiling while you serve fish, beef and a gluten free meal on a flight skimming a conflict zone? That’s dark art right there.

Results:

Crew becoming emotionally disconnected from their jobs.

Guilt when evacuating people while others are left behind. 2020 clears throat!

Luxury inflight service inside a pressure cooker floating mid air at 40,000 feet while those on ground are ducking. Definately dystopian!

More Fuel, More Detours, More Fatigue

Yep! Practical stress:

Flights being rerouted to avoid hot zones, adding hours to duty time.

Longer flight hours mean more fatigue, which affects both performance and emotional bandwidth.

There’s no glamour-AT ALL in a 15 hour turnaround because there is no clearance to land.

What Airlines Are Maybe doing

Critical Incident Stress Management teams.

Therapy appointments.

Pre and post dispatch briefings.

Even so, lots of crews feel out of the loop. Why you ask?Because, you get the news that you’re flying a risky zone when you’re already on it.

Hidden Costs: Forget Fuel and Insurance

Mental Health RiskWhat It Looks LikePTSD or traumaFlashbacks, fawning, sleep interruptions, avoidanceBurnoutEmotional numbness, lack of purposeAnxietyReccuring worry, overanalysing proceduresIsolationFeeling detached and lack of support on layovers or at home

These risks don’t show up on a flight log, but hey, they impact safety, morale, and retention. We talk about maintaining aircraft fatigue limits. What about crew fatigue limits?

Where Do We Go From Here?

How about a Flight Plan for Mental Health in Conflict Zones:

Transparent Security Briefings.

Weight & balance before takeoff is paramount, so is mental health balance.

Flight Debriefs After High-Stress Flights.

Better Global Oversight, meaning ICAO, IATA and other relevant bodies must update protocols for mental wellness involving high-risk routes.

Bottom line, pilots and cabin crew are indeed professionals for they train, adapt, and make sure to get the job done. But, they are people too and not robots. People who fly into the world’s most dangerous zones with nothing more than a safety manual and nerves of steel.

We owe them patience, understanding, protection and genuine support as they navigate war zones with grit and grace.

Fly safe. Check on your crew friends, and just maybe skip the missile jokes during boarding.

Source: Missiles and Meal Service: The Hidden Toll of Flying in War-zones

[astroloria]

Something interesting i noticed in the background is a good few of the legendary cookies in CRK are standing on similar stages. Specifically Fire Spirit, Sea fairy, Wind Archer, and Frost Queen.

Each has a symbol representing themselves in front of them, while behind are two others. What confused me is that there are four with these backgrounds, but each stage only displays 3.

-Fire Spirit displays Wind Archer on the left and Sea Fairy on the right behind him.

-Sea Fairy displays Wind Archer on the left and Fire Spirit on the right behind her.

-Wind Archer displays Fire Spirit on the left and Sea Fairy on the right behind him.

-Frost Queen displays Wind Archer on the left and Fire Spirit on the right behind her.

However, Frost Queen doesn't appear on the other stages of the elemental cookies. Furthermore, Sea Fairy is missing from Frost Queen's stage as well. I also tried to figure out if it's possible the 4th symbol is hidden behind them, but I couldn't find any images without the cookie in front of the stage background. So I'm assuming there's only 3.

I checked the other legendary cookies and they don't have similar backgrounds like the first 4. Both Moonlight and Stormbringer have their own unique stages.

Which is strange for Stormbringer since I thought she was considered a part of the elemental guardians. Correct me if I'm wrong, though, since I didn't get a chance to read her story thoroughly.

I do know that Moolight isn't considered an elemental guardian, so it makes sense.

Im curious if this is hints to their relationships guardian wise or power dynamic wise. But I'm mostly just rambling at this point cause it's something I noticed.

Side note: I think it's neat that Fire Spirit and Wind Archer have been hinted at for so long.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Just Dew walking around at night, thinking.

Dew is much fonder of the Ministry's grounds than people assume. Especially at night, when everything is washed in silver light, the calm and quiet delectable after a day of the usual bustle.

Not that Dew doesn't bask in the soothing routine of daytime either ; there is something so comforting, so domestic about the familiar sound of cheery conversations and hurried footsteps, the rustling of fabric following giggling Siblings, the sight of golden light splashing grand corridors, illuminating stained glass windows, projecting colorful shapes on passing faces, the distant sound of music being played somewhere bouncing off the walls, muted singing rythming the hours.

Yes, Dew loves the Ministry during the day, but night holds a special place in his heart. The time of darkness, only disturbed by the occasional midnight mass, is one in which the fire ghoul finds unmeasurable solace.

He slips out more often than not at this hour where the moon is queen of the sky, finally able to borrow the sun's shine for a few hours. It's peaceful, grounding in a way Dew needs more than he originally thought.

The gardens welcome him like old friends, branches extended like beconing arms. Dew brushes careful fingers along the velvety petals of well-cared for flowers he couldn't name, but admires all the same. Their scent is heavy in the dark, as if to make up for the way moolight tampers the vibrance of their colors. Dew pauses in front of a fountain, the water dripping from a woman's tipped glass weaving a soft melody for no one but the nocturnal creatures.

Dew supposes he is one of those.

Sometimes, in summer, whichever earth ghoul takes care of the garden under the blistering sun will stop there, sit on the stone ledge and splash water on their face, the back of their neck. The memory of droplets clinging to Mountain's lashes as he does so flashes in Dew's mind. The fire ghoul dips a few fingers under the shivering surface, unbothered by the cold.

He moves on, passes under an arch to access the vegetal maze. A wonderful place in itself, high hedges almost masking the sky, wild flowers allowed to curl within it, bright splotches of color amongst the fairly uniform green. One could easily get lost in here, the intricate paths as confusing as can be, but Dew has trudged through it far too many times not to know where to go. Bats fly past him, and Dew makes a note to take Swiss with him next time. Not only would he love it, the mystery and dark corners to explore appealing to him, but the multi ghoul might also be able to snatch a great picture of the flying creatures, and that would be a nice little gift for Phantom's ever growing bat-related stuff collection.

Cumulus walked Dew through the maze in between the two legs of their first tour together. She had linked their arms together, talked and talked and talked while they tried to find their way. It had been a lovely evening, all giggles and shared stories. Dew holds the memory close to his heart as he reaches the well in the middle of the maze.

Sheltered from the wind that starts to wistle high above, Dew dugs a coin out of his pocket. His wish is always the same. Saftey. For his pack, more than for himself. The coin makes a soft splashing sound when it reaches the bottom of the well.

Finding his way out is easy. Dew emerges from the hedges' benevolent protection, hair going wild now that it's fully exposed to the night breeze's playful fingers.

Primo's rose garden is just as beautiful as it was when the man was alive. Various kind of rose bushes clearly tended to with the uttermost care, a legacy more subtle than songs played time and time again. Even as he takes time to admire the sight, Dew is here for a purpose. He's looking for-

There they are. Standing tall in their ceremonial robes, imposing and regal but not too frightening. Primo's eyes are crinckled in the corners, repressed smile softening the lines of his face, Secondo, for all his severe expression, has his hand welcomingly outstretched, and Terzo, lips faintly curved up in a barely-hidden grin.

Hidden warmth, forever captured in stone.

As always, there are offering layed at their feet. Dew straightens a potted plant that tipped over. Siblings and ghouls alike came to pay their respect, as they so often do. Dew himself brought what he always brings : candles, ones he carefully crafted, mixing scents and colors he knows the Papas would have liked. One for each, protected in glass jars to make sure they'll burn as long as possible. Dew kneels at each of the former Papa's feet, lighting the candles while muttering quiet prayers for their peacful rest, mixed with thanks and apologies.

His heart squeezes painfuly when he notices that someone weaved a guitar string around Terzo's ring finger. Dew decides he'll go check on Omega soon, for it has been too long since he last did.

The lake is the fire ghoul's next stop. Chain or Mist might be there despite the late hour, but they won't surface even if they are, seeking the same solitude as Dew. The waters are calm, dark and decievingly invitating. Dew knows they are frigid at this time of the night, something that wouldn't have bothered him in his water days. Midnight swims were a common occurence then, racing Mist and cackling loudly. Standing on the dock, Dew let the vague melancholy clutch his heart. It's more of a gentle hold than an iron grip now, a part of him he will remember fondly as he moves on.

A shiny rock catches his eye, so Dew picks it up for Rain, who will know how to appreciate it.

His feet take him to the chappel afterward. There are dents in the outside walls, many occurences of ghouls climbing it to access the rooftop leaving marks. It has a very nice view, Dew recalls, which Aurora had been delighted to be shown. Both the sky and grounds visible in their full glory. Dew crosses the constantly open threshold, looking up at the high ceilings, the chandelier Sunshine once swung from with manical laughter, to poor Copia's horror. Dew huffs upon recalling that, the sound too loud in the empty space.

The rosay tucked under his shirt presses against his skin, gentle reminder. The rosary Ifrit carved at his bedside, waiting in anguish to see if Dew would pull through, if he would survive the elemental transition against all odds.

Hands skimming along the pews, Dew walks through rows of vacant seats, humming a song under his breath, delighted by the way it gently bounces off the walls.

The walk back toward the ghouls' wing makes Dew pass the old tree under which lovers so often whisper promises, tying ribbons to the low branches. They sway with the wind with all the grace of materialized hope and dreams. Dew spots the windchime Cirrus found half burried in the woods, restored and hanged here. Its sounds follows Dew until he reaches the back door Aether and him slipped through so many times, high out of their minds, giggling and trying to be quiet - to no avail, as a disgruntled Alpha would inform them the morning after.

Dew isn't really surprised, when he finally crawl back to bed, to find Rain and Swiss curled there already. They barely stirr as the fire ghoul wedges himself in between them, simply arranging their limbs to accomodate his presence.

Sleep comes easy to Dew.

[rhadamanthes]

In the silvery moolight. Sukuna x reader

word count : 2.4k

warnings: mirror sex ,bitting, spanking, hair pulling, fingering, cum swallowing, established relationship.

Part 2

Moving boxes upstairs, unpacking, doing it all over again. This is the summary of your day, to say that you're exhausted is an understatement. The hot water falling down on your body does a good job at easing your muscles but it makes you sleepy too. Stepping out of the shower you notice you haven't brought your towel. You sight  a good night of sleep sounds heavenly right now.

"Sukuna! Can I have a towel please!" you yell through the door starting to shiver as the cold air hits your still damp skin. 

The door bursts open revealing your boyfriend with a tired scowl on his face. You internally slap yourself for asking him knowing that he was probably busy assembling furniture somewhere else. He takes a few step draps the towel around your body  and starts rubbing your back vigorously. You hum at the sensation and soon enough you feel his head curl in your neck. A deep sigh escapes his mouth and you let your hand trace the tattoos on his back in an attempt to sooth him. You hear a few groan and feel his weight leaning on you more and more proving that he is in fact relaxing. 

Moving apartments to live with Sukuna was the easiest decision of your life but it also made you realise how much stuff you accumulate through the years.  He's been doing all the handy work and almost crucified you in your seat when you suggested to hire movers so he doesn't get too tired so seeing him like that makes you laugh a bit thinking that it could have been different. 

"I have never seen you like that before" you say, chuckling a bit. As a response, Sukuna bites on your neck, hard. You squeal trying to get out of his grasp before he slaps your ass and take a step back to look you in the eyes

``I'm done with the bed get in '' You let out an excited cry as though sleeping on a mattress and not on the cold floor.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" you say covering his face with kisses, running off excitedly to your shared bedroom.

You turn around when you don't hear him follow you and he is now shirtless. You can't help but stare at his defined upper body and the tattoos that adorned it. You want to trace them with your finger, your tongue to bite them. It's been such a long time since you two have been intimate with all the moving process and you realise now how much you miss it.

Before you can process any more thought, Sukuna throws his pants at you with a teasing smirk on his face "We're done for today go to sleep".

By the time Sukuna is done showering you're in bed half seated, looking around the room thinking about how you could arrange it to make it look nice and relaxing. 

For now the bed is in the middle of the room as you stacked all of the boxes that need to be emptied next to the walls so Sukuna can properly build the furniture. The only piece of decoration is a mirror that you bought recently at a flea market. It's huge, adorned with gold and almost as tall as your boyfriend ; that's why it's unpacked you're staring at yourself through it right now. Even from a distance you notice the growing eye bag and sigh. 

"I thought i said we were done for today" Sukuna says, patting his hair dry "Lay down"  His stern tone makes you all giddy but you oblige, putting the cover up to your nose you lay on your side facing him. You're occupying the left side so naturally, the right side is his. 

Both under the cover you're facing each other not saying a word but smiling. The tired look he wore before seems to have eased a bit. To see him like that makes you happy knowing that you would for hopefully a very long time. you press your lips against his biting lips slightly.

"Good night boyfriend" you say tracing the tattoos on his face. He turns you around abruptly holding you close to his chest.

"Good night doll" he says, squeezing firmly your breasts. And just like that you fall asleep following the rhythm of his breath.

Your eyes open after what feels like a very light night of sleep. You check your phone for the time 3:29 you sigh. It explains the tiredness, you look at the window. The moonlight gives the room a soft light.Your stomach growling brings you back at why you're awake at such an hour despite being so tired. 

The feeling is growing by the second and it gets you wide awake. You can feel your boyfriend's arms around your body. You try to wiggle out of it but he only holds you tighter.

" Sukuna let go please " you whisper he only growls in response. You tap his arms lightly to make him untangle it but he won't budge. "No" he simply states.

"I'm hungry, I'm just going to make something quick" you start to get frustrated. You feel his chest move in a silent laugh behind your back.

"Fridge empty" he simply adds. The asshole still got the nerve to laugh at you half asleep, you angrily push his arm off your body but before you can get out of bed you feel his chest press against your back pinning you to the bed. 

Your breath is saccaded due to the fact that he is on top of you crushing you with his weight. You open your eyes and see your reflection in the mirror. He is already looking at you, a cold gaze while both arms cage you against the mattress his nose pressed against your hair . He looks like a cat who caught his prey you gulp at the thought. He has always overpowered you in terms of physical strength but seeing him like that makes you feel some type of way, heat pool at your panties. 

"Let me go"  you whisper barely audible but he is so close you know he heard you. 

Sukuna let his hand go to your hair pulling them in a ponytail passing the lock from one hand to another, his chest vibrating with a deep growl against your back. You hum, closing your eyes at the new proximity. It's been a while that you haven't felt him like that, his whole attention is on you, the tension he applies on your scalp makes you dizzy with need and you can already feel your panties getting wet. He sticks your head to the left side pressing his cheeks against your own

"Open your eyes, look." you oblige, his red orbs instantly catches yours. he push your cheek with his own

"Are you hungry baby" he asks in a disgustingly sweet voice "Yes" you cut short at his little game "Can't it wait tomorrow" he adds grinding his hips against your own never losing the eye contact "No" you respond dryly 

"I'm sure it can, to me it look like your hungry for something else hum ?" he coos in your ear.

Even though you're mad at him right now you know that he is right, the turmoil in your belly is what made you wake up but now that he is on top of you whispering in your ears your hunger has moved to your lower belly.

"Right ? Look at you baby you've been deprived for so long I can't even blame you" Cheek still pressed against yours he whisper sweetly caressing your shoulder with his free hand,you shiver at his touch "I'm sorry Sukuna"he shushes you pressing a kiss on your cheek "I'm going to take care of you baby I should have a long time ago"

Taking off his body from yours he rests on his calf now you miss the heat his body provided. before you can complain he lifts your shirt to uncover your panties and he chuckles

"Would you look at that ? Slutty girlfirend wearing lace underwear in the course of a busy moving I'm starting to think that you planned this" his comment makes heat rise to your cheek as you bury your head in the pillow to avoid his gaze. He spanks your bottom "Don't shy out now i want your eyes on me at all time do you understand?" "Yes I do," you answer in a small voice.

Sukuna makes quick work of your underwear and shirt leaving you naked facing the mirror. He positions you on all four pushing your head against the mattress in a way you still can watch him. He spreads your asscheeks running his finger up and down your slit before spitting on it, you flinch at the contact earning a laugh from your lover. You roll your eyes at his antics. Soon his fingers find their way inside  your cunt you gasp at the sudden intrusion but relax when you feel the in and out motion of his digits. You start to throw your hips back to meet his thrust eager to feel more. 

The image the mirror is displaying is sinful. Both of your bodies are in the light of the moon so you can clearly distinguish the black marks on your boyfriend's body, his brows are knitted eyes travelling between your face and your pussy to admire each of your reactions. He knows your body perfectly and the way he curls his finger has you building up your orgasm quickly. Before you can feel any release he pulls them out, your eyes go wide as you're searching for his eyes in the mirror. You turn around facing him

"Why did you stop i was so close" you cry  reaching for his hand, he dirges it to his crotch

"I'm going to come in my pants like an teenager if i don't fuck you right now" you hear the urgence in his voice. The past few weeks must have been frustrating for him too. You capture his lips in a heated kiss to show that you understand before resuming your position.

Sukuna pulls his underwear down eagerly before stroking his cock a few times. You wiggle your ass to gain his interest again, being finally second away from what you've been wanting for weeks. Getting the memo he grabs your side firmly locking his lustful gaze with yours one more time. You both let out a filthy moan when he enters your pussy, it's just the tip and it makes your whole body buzz needing more. He gradually buries his length inside of you making your eyes roll in the back of your head. It's been so long, the stretch makes you feel alive again.Sukuna starts to thrust in and out of you, tightening his grip on your hips . 

The empty room echoes with moan grunts and the wet sound of your bodies meeting you feel so slutty right now creaming on Sukuna's cock while you should probably get some rest but the sensation is too good you bury your head in the pillow to muffle your cries. Sukuna's body leans on top of you when he grabs your hair to pull you from the covers. you meet his eyes through the mirror one more time"Say my name baby let them know who you belong to" the tears well up in your eyes at his request.You extend your hands in front of you gripping the sheets. `` Sukuna" you pant "Can't hear you baby" he grunt in your neck "Sukuna! fuck" you moan at his hard thrust "Feel so good" you cry. the tears fall freely from your eyes blurring your vision. You're on edge overwhelmed by what you see and what you feel. 

Pulling harder on your hair Sukuna positions you on top of him as he rests on his butt. Bitting on your neck and playing with your tits his head rests just above your shoulder to look at the sweet torture he's inflicting you. By now your fucked dumb on his cock you head resting agaisnt his as you don't have the strenght to hold it on your own. Slick is running down your inner thigh and the new added pleasure he grants you by playing with your chest has you muttering incoherent moans out loud.  It gets worse when one of his hands travels south to your mound rubbing at your clit; it feels like an electric shock as he starts bouncing you on his cock again. It only takes a few strokes for your body to spasm against his finally consumed by the pleasure. But he doesn't stop there moving your body up and down like a ragdoll, searching for his own release. His grunts get louder, his thrust sloppier, you know his close. 

Suddenly you feel the mattress against your back opening your eyes you see Sukuna thighs encasing your face as he stroke is cock above your head knowing what he is thinking about you open your mouth. His breath is erratic but you still catch the "good girl" he mutters at your obedience.The stream of his cum fill your mouth and you swallow it whole licking your lips when you're done, the taste is gross but it feels weirdly satisfying at the moment. Sukuna breathing is back to normal he caress your cheek a tender gaze directed to you

"This will get you through the night hm ? A dirty midnight snack for my dirty girl" he coos. You lean into his touch kissing his palm

"Thank you Sukuna '' your eyes are getting heavy by the second you finally close them. You hear the sheets ruffles and the cover being pulled over your body. You let out a satisfied hum when the warm body of your boyfriend presses against yours.

The next morning you're on your way out to buy some groceries, closing the door and walking down the hallway when you come face to face with a neighbor, he is tall with jet black hair and emerald green eyes. You notice a scar adorning the corner of his mouth. A playful grin appears on his face  when he notices you greet him not knowing if you should introduce yourself. You notice his eyes lingering on your neck when you realise that it's probably littered with bite marks, you gasp in embarrassment rushing to the stairs. You hear a deep from where you left the mischievous neighbour. 

[telomeke]

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Earth Pirapat 🤎🌱

[tom-is-online]

The fact only Akito dosen't smile like the rest of vbs which very concerning. But I find it kinda strange consider his mv cut in song is fuel. If his chapter story will be like depressing and sad, would't it more fitting if his cut in mv was cinema,moolight or kashika instead?

Or maybe the cut in's dosen't really matter or conected to the story and it just a special addition if you get the cards.

Either way, can't wait to see how the story goes. But im also still scared on what going to happen to them in their different paths.

yee i did think that was weird, maybe he's just being emo who knows lmao

anything could happen ig since this is the first wl of this type so we don't have much to go off, so ur right ig we don't rly know what exactly gonna happen

I am very curious whats gonna happen in the stories tho, i wish them the best and hopefully that i don't have to experience pure pain from them

[in-shows-and-shadows]

!!!OOC post!!!

W. Huh. How do I respond to this???

Don't get me wrong. It's absolutely hilarious. I'm laughing as we speak. But this? This has just left me speechless. I don't think I can make this canon, but I just wanted to share it because not only is it silly, it's so well thought out and beautifully written. Bravo, llama anon. Bravo.

Anyways, here's some more stuff for this AU that isn't in the intro post yet, including this AU's loop, ISAS!Moolight Cookie (Head Housemaiden Selene), and some Bahador/BahaSage (ISAS!Burning Spice/ISAS!ShadowSpice) below the cut:

I love gay people

[sxii-mafu]

Whispers beneth the moolight // Lingsha

The cool night breeze brushed against your skin as you wandered through the misty bamboo forest, the soft rustling of leaves blending with the distant chirping of crickets. The moon cast a silver glow upon the path, illuminating the silhouette of a familiar figure standing near the water’s edge.

“Y/N, you’re late,” Lingsha teased, turning to face you with her usual mischievous smile. Her red eyes shimmered under the moonlight, a hint of warmth hidden beneath her playful demeanor.

“I had to make sure I wasn’t being followed,” you replied with a soft chuckle, stepping closer until you were by her side. The gentle waves lapped at the shore, mirroring the way your heart pounded whenever she looked at you like that.

Lingsha leaned slightly against you, her shoulder brushing against yours. “You’re always so careful. It’s kind of cute.”

You rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. “And you’re always so witty.”

She grinned. “That’s what makes us a perfect pair, doesn’t it?”

The air between you grew quiet, the playful banter giving way to something more tender. Lingsha sighed and looked up at the moon, her expression unusually serene. “You know, I never really had someone I could trust like this.”

You turned to her, your chest tightening at the raw honesty in her voice. “You have me.”

She blinked before laughing softly, her fingers brushing against your hand. “Yeah…I do.”

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The world faded away, leaving only the two of you beneath the endless sky. And when Lingsha finally intertwined her fingers with yours, you knew you’d never let go.

[queenthevampire]

Episódio 11

Gente como isso aqui foi caro! ± 2k400

Que roupa linda essa da rota do Devon <3

E olha, dava para ter feito um filho só com a enrolação da newcete nesse final, pelo menos conhecemos o cantinho do paquera enfim, o tio está na Entrada do Campus.

Após sair do Cosy Bear, antes de seguir para a Devenementiel vá até lá.

R: Acho que você leva muito jeito para ser professor!

Lembrando que no meu blog tem todas as rotas separadas e organizadas: aqui

Guia direto Jason > aqui

Guia direto Devon > aqui

Guia direto Thomas > aqui

Guia direto Amanda > aqui

Guia direto Roy > aqui

Vou por o vídeo aqui em breve.

A tela do próximo, a capa parece com a do Ivan, mas sinceramente, eu só quero que o Beliath apareça para dar uns beijos nele isso é claro se a galera de moolight aparecer.

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2024-07-15

I've been trying to be more thorough in putting down my thoughts about things in here because increasingly I don't do it anywhere else. Sure picked a week though because I went on a completionist streak for some reason.

Listening: Courtesy of making some muffins, Wet Leg by Wet Leg, who you probably know from their hit Chaise Longue.

it's a good album, very much dreamy alt-indie voice. At its best produces some sounds that are more fun to listen to than the lyrics suggest, good command of phonemes.

Also, a late rec off IRC by proxy from @amiscellany with Literary Mind, a new single from SPRINTS. Big fuzzy guitar on a retro rock soundtrack about being in lesbians with a girl.

I haven't gone through the rest of their music but I will be checking it out.

Watching: Finished Scavenger's Reign which was on the Canmom Animation Night last weekend, I only caught the front end because we started late. Really gorgeous show, if you want carefully considered realistic spec bio this is not for you but if you love That Moebius Shit then it's ideal.

I then rewatched the back half with Animation Night last night! Love to talk to my friends about beans.

The main selling point is that it's beautiful but there is also some very fun body horror and good amount of character. Azi and Levi probably have the most interesting relationship, with Azi being genuinely quite normal and polite with her little robot who is suddenly becoming a person. The very long sweeping views and extended scenes of things just happening occasionally breaking out into bloody messes keeps you alert, you can't get too comfortable assuming some part of the world is safe for the visitors.

There's space catholics? What's up with the space catholics.

Oh yeah, here's the original short that started the show, which was fun to see at Animation Night

Also finally got through the last three episodes of The Mandalorian, which. I really like quite a lot of The Mandalorian. I like it when Star Wars explores its backwaters and odd corners. They keep putting the skywalkers in it. I feel like this might be a way to get us to empathize with the residents of the Star Wars universe, who presumable also groan and roll their eyes any time a Skywalker shows up on the holonet.

The pitch for Book of Boba Fett at the end of the show is great. They killed my guy Bib Fortuna! He didn't do anything to anyone, except for the hundreds of murders! I love this weird power couple of Shang and Fett.

Reading: Finished The Traitor Baru Cormorant and picked up Monster. I am a tragedy lover and so this is great. Baru is in a race to kill the monster she's been digested by and unfortunately she's losing.

I like a fucked up secret political cadre. It's probably the least realistic part of the series but I also wouldn't be surprised to find out that it's also a trap. I mean it kind of is! Explicitly it's a trap for the most powerful people in the Masquerade, finding unusually talented people and binding them up with secrets in service of the Empire.

Playing: Beat Indika which is interesting but could probably mostly have been an arthouse film. I like the styling! It is very Arthouse Film, the weird framing, the somewhat stilted dialogue, you can even see it in the camera work, both in game and in cutscenes. The camera goes on an angle if you look the wrong way, which is very intenional, and there's lots of really beautifully framed cutscene moments like the watermill in the factory.

Is Indika good? I'm not sure. I think if you highly value your money it might annoy you. It's doing some fun things with the interactive medium in a very different way from something like, say, What Remains of a Edith Finch. It's doing movie shit. I forgot that video games could push my GPU that hard though.

Started the Dark Souls NG+, currently just beat the Moolight Butterfly. I would really like to build a dex fighter to try out rapiers, maybe Ricards Rapier, but you really need to have the upgrades to make it put out enough damage to stand up to the increased NG+ HP pools.

Making: Helping a friend put together some furniture, but little else. Fiddled with some music stuff to make new ringtones for my new phone, not that I ever hear those, but I like to know that I have them there.

Tools and Equipment: It's central hot water maintenance week so I don't have piped hot water at home. Reviving the great tradition of the washbasin shows you that you can actually get pretty clean pretty easily with like two liters of warm water and some soap, the hard part is really just long hair, which was also hard for people to manage in the 16th century.

[poetryasdailybread]

Long is the night and full of terrors.

And the only thought that could give me the consolation of slumber is your warmth.

I try to catch the shadows that the moolight creates on the ceiling but they fade away as fast as your pace that screams straightforwardness.

A smile blooms on my lips.

If I can't have you...

Well, I will find solace in the analogies that my mind tracks down in nature.

My star.

My magnificent Orion.

If only I could wrap a string around your ever gentle frame, slowly letting you near earth, near me.

How brutal, savage, vicious of me.

Stars are born to burn.

Humans to live.