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[mustbealoosewire]

by Notesz

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[hraugur]

@radicalfrancoiseappledelhi suggested this and it was hilarious so i vomited this out rq

[astroyosei]

13 books tag game

Honestly, I wasn't tagged by anyone but i really liked these prompts when i saw them, so i still wanted to do it!!:D I saw @materassassino's post by the way - i wasn't sure if u would like to get such a long reblog post to it, w full of pictures, so I didn't reblog.. Just started a new post.. but just know i saw it there^^

Also, i love the number 13 btw! It was my fave number for the longest time. I also love friday 13ths:] im brave im going no bad luck🫡

1) The last book I read:

Leiner Laura: Bábel

2) A book I recommend:

Kemény Gabriella: Zsebuniverzum

..♥♥♥

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

Stephenie Meyer: New Moon - Újhold

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more):

Arthur Golden: Egy gésa emlékiratai

5) A book on my TBR:

Stephenie Meyer: Egy életem, egy halálom

6) A book I’ve put down:

Philip Pullman: A borostyán látcső

7) A book on my wish list:

Stephenie Meyer: Twilight képregény - Alkonyat 2.

8) A favorite book from childhood:

Paul Stewart, Chris Riddell: Erdőmélye - A Szirt Krónikái

9) A book you would give to a friend:

Marie-Aude Murail: A lélekdoki - A megváltó 1. évad

10) A book of poetry or lyrics that you own

Shakespeare: Szonettek

11) A nonfiction book you own:

Leiner Laura: A Szent Johanna gimi 1. - Kezdet

12) What are you currently reading:

On Sai: Vágymágusok 4. - A háború titka

13) What are you planning on reading next?

On Sai: Esővágy

Tagging: whoever else wants to do this!:]

𝓑ℴ𝓸𝓀 𝓅𝓲𝒸𝓼 𝓬𝓇𝓮𝒹𝓲𝓉𝓼: not mine, each one is from moly.hu

[eltortaszilvafa]

ERŐLTETETT MENET

Bolond, ki földre rogyván fölkél és újra lépked,

s vándorló fájdalomként mozdít bokát és térdet,

de mégis útnak indul, mint akit szárny emel,

s hiába hívja árok, maradni úgyse mer,

s ha kérdezed, miért nem? még visszaszól talán,

hogy várja őt az asszony s egy bölcsebb, szép halál.

Pedig bolond a jámbor, mert ott az otthonok

fölött régóta már csak a perzselt szél forog,

hanyattfeküdt a házfal, eltört a szilvafa,

és félelemtől bolyhos a honni éjszaka.

Ó, hogyha hinni tudnám: nemcsak szivemben hordom

mindazt, mit érdemes még, s van visszatérni otthon;

ha volna még! s mint egykor a régi hűs verandán

a béke méhe zöngne, míg hűl a szilvalekvár,

s nyárvégi csönd napozna az álmos kerteken,

a lomb között gyümölcsök ringnának meztelen,

és Fanni várna szőkén a rőt sövény előtt,

s árnyékot írna lassan a lassú délelőtt, -

de hisz lehet talán még! a hold ma oly kerek!

Ne menj tovább, barátom, kiálts rám! s fölkelek!

Bor, 1944. szeptember 15.

[astroyosei]

tagging: anyone who wants to join

first group you heard of: bts

first album you listened to in full: dark & wild - bts

first group you stanned: bts

first idol who caught your eye: namjoon ♥

first idol you biased: namjoon

first bg you stanned: bts

first gg you stanned: dreamcatcher

first soloist: alexa

first album you bought (if applicable): nope

group you're currently obsessed with: &team ♥

current go-to song: samidare - &team ♥

current fav album(s): yukiakari - &team, naked - chanmina, the album - blackpink

i'm bored and curious so i'm starting a new tag game.

rules: answer the following prompts about kpop

tagging: anyone who wants to join

first group you heard of: bts

first album you listened to in full: the album - blackpink

first group you stanned: enhypen

first idol who caught your eye: rose

first idol you biased: jake

first bg you stanned: enhypen

first gg you stanned: wjsn

first soloist: eric nam

first album you bought (if applicable):

first one i bought myself was border: carnival (down ver) first one i ever got was a gift, border: day one (dusk ver)

group you're currently obsessed with: zerobaseone

current go-to song: answer - ateez

current fav album(s):

youth in the shade - zb1 dark blood - enha unforgiven - le sserafim

[scarletknightreterns]

Gift for @porkrolleggncheese

Simply love their Watcher Oc, and Watchers deserve appreciation too

Also some practice at b/w art, took inspiration from Notesz QwQ

[cenravenwood]

(Art commissioned by me of Cen, from Notesz on Twitter <3)

Full Name: Cen Ravenwood, hyphenated Elovir Nickname(s): Raven, Little Bird, Treasure, Moonlight, Falcon, Cenjamin Occupation: Ship captain, former guard captain, retired pirate/privateer Age: 79 (DOB March 21st) Sign: Aries Race: Quel'dorei, raised Kul Tiran Gender: FTM Transmasculine Sexual Orientation: Gay... mostly Romantic Orientation: Male leaning

Religion: Follows the Tide Mother Language(s) Spoken:  Common (Fluent), Tirassi (Fluent), Orcish (Fluent), Sign (Fluent), Darnassian (Fluent) Goblin (Business conversational), Draconic (Only the juicy swears), Shath-yar (... it's complicated), Thalassian (BARELY conversational)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: N/A

Hair Color: Raven haired, streaked with glowing, Void-lit strands

Eye Color: Eclipsed; dark sclera that bleed into deep blue with glowing, bright irises/dark pupils sharded with Void light

Height: 5’8

Build: Lean, athletic swimmer's build with a sailor's wirey muscle; slightly larger hips than most men

Distinguishing Characteristics: Sharp slice scar through left side of lips, lash scars decorating back, shackle scars around wrists and ankles.

Tattoos: Kraken tentacles from right middle finger to right upper shoulder along clavicle, kelp twisting around left leg over hip

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: Goofy, aloof, charismatic, sarcastic, quick witted, clever, curious, relaxed, warm, simultaneously the smartest and dumbest man in the room

Negative Traits: Far too self indulgent, addictive personality, substance abuser, can be cold and calculating, easily shuts off emotions, avoidant of asking for or accepting help, quick to judge, serial emotion squasher downer, nosey

Goals/Desires: Make it a day at a time, care for his found family, make a name for himself, beat back the imposter syndrome, live up to his dad's name, wants to make his husband proud, raise their daughter as best he can together with Horizon

Fears: Mildly afraid of the dark for reasons he doesn't talk about. Spiders, silence, sobriety, death of loved ones, dying again

Hobbies: Reading, napping, writing and playing music for his fiddle, swimming, shipwork, (recently) knitting, alchemy, smoking and tobacco/weed blending

Likes: Alchemy, friends, his family, music, tea, good food, the ocean, rainy afternoons and evenings, sleeping in late, his pet moth Aethril

Dislikes: Asking for help, silence (leaves him alone with his thoughts), sobriety, really shitty writing, pompous assholes, 'proper elves'

FAMILY

Spouse: Horizon Elovir

Child(ren): Saoirse Elovir (Pending birth)

Father: Birth father unknown

Adopted Fathers: Jim Ravenwood (Deceased), Oliver Amberbough (Living)

Mother: Knows only her first name, Iona

Sibling(s): None

Extended Family: Aedin Daypost (Step... father...?) Thiarin Elovir (Brother-in-law) Edea Elovir (Sister-in-law) Caelia Elovir (Niece) Syl Ravenspyre (Self proclaimed sister) Naleath Ravenspyre (Self proclaimed something) Etienne Nernorte (Former spouse, deceased)

Pet(s): Aethril (Fuzzy Shimmermoth; gifted by Etienne, who found him in a shipment of aethril blooms eating them all)

Financial Status: Comfortable - upper middle class at this point

[wormwoodartemisia]

@xintothewoodswegox 🍀🥃🍻

I wasn’t really planning to but this was just the wee bit that was missing to actually make me start to post all my silly little ideas... Probably not what you expected, but I now make it your problem, anyway! 🤷‍♀️😉💋🫂

Inspiration immediately hit me when I saw this:

This is my icon (I got permission to use it from the artist, Notesz, and I love their CoD-art, among others!), the bigger version to fully experience its magnificence. 🥴🖤

THERAPIST JOHN 'SOAP' MACTAVISH...

My version, at least... 😏😋 Civilian afab!reader, no specific desciption, no use of y/n Warnings: Absolutely no smut - instead, Soap using a ridiculous amount of pet names because I need him to... Furtive approach of making him sound a bit Scottish now and then, but I'm still very shy about it... Reference to abusive relationship, but I have the impression that tw is not needed. Let me know if I'm wrong! Short appearances: Price & Ghost, only brief mentioning of Gaz About 2.5k words, starting below the cut.

SHENANIGANS

It's gonna be ok...

You are more than relieved that the address is the same as before. A change would have been more than inconvenient. This place is known to you, every staircase, exit, door in the building. You know what to expect, where cars can park, which closeby places are crowded and where to disappear if needed.

Therefore you don't hesitate before entering the building where your therapist has got their office, first floor. From this height, getting away out of any window might be manageable in case it has to be, even for you, or so you hope and wish that you'll never have to find out...

You are more than grateful that it's not a total change. When your therapist told you they had to postpone your next session for several months due to some scientific research and a book that had to be written, you were about to quit, but they immediately tried to comfort you: "Of course you will not be alone in this situation. I've found the perfect stand-in for you, one who can absolutely meet your needs, trust me. Doctor MacTavish will fully take over this office while I’m working abroad. You just keep coming here for your normal appointments and clarify the rest with him."

You were led to the exit, they shook your hand and left you standing there, speechless, the news fresh like a bleeding wound. This was how your last session ended three days ago.

The situation itself was too surreal for you. So you simply accepted there was no suitable aftercare and that you wouldn't be introduced to Doctor MacTavish properly. There were too many thoughts on your mind to ask yourself if any therapist would really let their office be fully taken over this way...

When you enter your therapist's (your new therapist's) office, you notice that nothing, absolutely nothing has changed. There's still no secretary in the anteroom and despite the fact that you are perfectly on time, your knock at the door to the main office is shy. The deep male voice that bids you enter is a bit muffled through the closed door, but audible enough for you to instantly like its sound - very much so.

The moment you open the door to step in, the man on the other side of the room gets up from behind his desk to greet you with a radiant smile that directs the view away from his remarkable eyes and to his mouth with that striking scar on his chin. He comes over to you, holding out his hand to shake yours. For just a second you are too stunned to react properly. This guy is as far away from how you imagine a therapist as you want to be from your fucker of an ex-boyfriend...

He's quite tall and massive, slightly tanned muscles he knows to put on display - but not as some wannabe poser. He simply isn't afraid to show his self-confidence, clearly earned one way or the other. His casual blue jeans do his muscular legs some good, the woven brown leather belt around his midsection a nice devider to accentuate his upper body. A soft dark blue T-shirt hugs his frame like a second skin.

While you keep staring, your eyes wide, he has locked the door and performed the act of greeting (which includes taking your hand) all by himself because you are not much of a support. Without any effort he holds eye-contact with you - and this is the meanest thing to do, for you immediately fall for that sparkling cerulean blue. In fact, his intense eyes were the first thing you noticed about this man. (Not to mention his mohawk - which has never suited anyone better, you have to admit...)

When he strides back to his desk, reality sets in again and you recall the warm feeling of his strong hand holding yours in his. There is his scent in your nose, a perfume of woods and leather and the essence of green - moss and fern, maybe?

You watch him walk, his broad shoulders, muscles rolling beneath his skin, and you catch yourself staring at his arse. You are somewhat shocked about how blatantly you've just sized him up when it is his brains you need.

It's a literal necessaty to shake your head twice in order to get rid of your - let's say - more physical thoughts. Only that it can’t get easier for you: He doesn’t sit down behind his desk again, but is now leaning at the front of it, facing you, half-sitting, his legs extended and crossed in the most relaxed style, his arms folded over his chest - in such a decorative way that you must notice the tattoo on his right forearm.

The smug grin playing on his lips adds to the mischivous glint in his eyes. He is well aware of the effect he has on you - obviously nothing that makes him uncomfortable - on the contrary. You even get the impression that he lets you have your fill before he finally says your name - just your first name. Your former therapist always called you by your surname...

"Such a pleasure we finally meet."

You nod once and, after clearing your throat, you agree. "The pleasure is mine, Doctor MacTavish. "

He quietly laughs at that, not condecendingly, but with a warmth that immediately forces your lips into a soft smile as well.

"Just John, please. We don't need a doctor, do we?" He notices your hesitation before you finally nod. "Oh - ok. John. As you please." Again his all-consuming smile. "Ever so polite, hen. Now lie down."

The way you stare at him, incredulously, your pretty eyes wide as saucers, is a sight to behold. Grabbing a notebook, he straightens up again and points to his right. "The sofa, lass. Isn't tha wha therapy's about?"

You feel a bit stupid because you are totally convinced that - of course - you would have understood this completely unambigous statement had it come from your former therapist - or any person fitting your image of how a typical therapist should look.

Meanwhile John has reached the sofa and the two armchairs facing it. Your former therapist always kept their place behind their desk while you were seated in front of it on a normal chair, but this option seems to be unacceptable for John.

You swallow. "Well, ehm... I'd rather sit, in case you're good with that?" No problem for him. "Ach, have yer way, dearie. Ah'm good with a lot of things. Ye mind if ah?" He lets his Scottish brogue show and doesn't wait for your answer before he himself drops onto the sofa unceremoniously, the door in view. His notebook is resting on his chest while he stretches out his legs and puts his arms behind his head.

You can’t take your eyes off him as you slowly lower your body into the soft armchair. For his part, he's also watching you, somehow expectantly - as if he is about to ask you next which film to pick and where to order some take-away food... You're not sure how to feel about this man - and you're an open book.

"Ye have yer doubts, luv, haven't ye? What is it? Tell me."

Yes, what exactly is it? you wonder. Of course you can’t tell him that you've never heard of a therapist as hot as him - because that's not really what puts you off (distracted you somehow at first, yes, but that superficial notion would pass). He's too close, too fast, isn't he? Doesn't seem to believe in professional distance...

You opt for a more diplomatic explanation, one that holds enough truth in itself. "It’s just... I guess, I expected someone older..." He donnes you a knowing smile. "Let me assure ye that ah'm old enough for the job and ah dinnae lack experience, if that's wha ye're thinkin."

In fact you do not doubt that he’s got some wide range of different experiences. You only muse if it's the kind of experience you need while you take in his extraordinary tattoo and the prominent scar on his chin as two visible hallmarks made flesh to tag to the ambivalent feelings you have towards your new therapist.

John follows the movements of your eyes and touches his scar, grinning. "Boys are boys, ye ken? And ah must admit that ah wasn't born a therapist." He adds your name, almost like an afterthought.

"That so? For how long have you been a therapist then?"

His smile doesn't waver. "Been a few days", and with that he winks at you. "How about this? We take a few sessions, get tae know each other, and then ye can decide whether we go on or nae. What ye say?"

You consider his proposition. The fact that it is him your former therapist has chosen as their surrogate clearly drips in his favour - but you are a bit afraid that therapy with Doctor MacTavish - John - will be something entirely different from before... However, does 'different' have to mean 'worse'? You lean back in your armchair. "Ok. How do we start?"

John hasn't changed his horizontal position so far and seems to be comfy on his sofa. "Tell me somethin about ye, hun." - "Haven't you read my patient records?" - "- course ah have. Gnawing self-doubts, trust issues, traumatic experiences in yer relationship. But ah want tae hear ye talk. Choose any random topic and we speak about it."

For a second you are tempted to go for the weather forecast or your favourite animal, but this idea is only short- lived. Instead, you go for something new you would have been willing to let your former therapist in about soon. "I don't sleep much these days. I have nightmares." You don't look up, so he reassures you with a low, calm voice. "Go on."

You shrug. "That's all."

John looks at you pensively. "So ye do sleep." - "Pardon?" - "Yer dreams. In order tae have nightmares, ye need tae sleep first. Or do ye mean that ye refuse tae sleep for fear of havin bad dreams?"

You're not sure you see much of a difference, but you think about his question. "I fall asleep. Then the dreams start and after some time I wake up in cold sweat. And repeat." - "Have ye thought about takin sleepin pills? They could help ye with sleepin through the night." - "So I wouldn’t wake up from the horror? No way!" - "Don't ye want tae know how the dream ends?" You blink. "I... No? Can’t be a good end. I mean... have you ever even had nightmares, John?"

It's the first time that his smile changes its tone into something tinted, a lopsided grin with a grave seriousness. He sits up and leans forward to you, his notebook now next to him, his arms resting on his knees, before he starts to speak. "Ah ken the weight of nightmares, bonnie. 'ave seen some trauma in ma life", he hesitates, "Therapist stuff, ye ken? Ah dream about getting shot sometimes. Or being blown tae pieces."

When he doesn't add any more information, you feel the need to ask: "And then?" He purses his lips: "Then the dreams take a bearable direction - or start again."

You stare at the man in front of you, he holds your gaze unblinkingly. You frown. "I don't understand in how far this can be helpful to me, John." - "Priorities, luv. Ah usually tend tae choose sleep over some more or less vague fears. Ma body needs tae recover so that ah dinnae have tae let the nightmares come true." He hesitates once more. "In a metaphorical way, of course. When ah'm awake then, ah can think about the bad dreams and work through them. Might take some time, though."

The impression he gives you is one of sheer honesty. You're intrigued: "And what have you found out? About your nightmares?" - "Just the obvious. Fear of being unable tae get the job done, fear of nae being able tae support those who rely on me, failure in general. All the therapist stuff ah'm going through. Ah really get stuck into it, lass." He smiles the gravitas away. However, you can feel that he means it. This is more than just a job for him. He's always on a mission to save lives. That's real. He wants to prevent death if and when it's in his power. He for himself has to deal with an immense amount of emotional pressure every day.

You can feel all the emotional pressure as well - but for you, there’s always the other pressure, too. The invisible threat of a former boyfriend who was quite close to being the literal death of you.

You don't think less of Doctor John MacTavish just because he has surely never experienced that his life was literally at stake. Your lives are just so different... "I only hope that I'll never become one of your nightmares, John."

A boyish grin: "Ach, dinnae fash, bonnie. Chances are up for some sweet dreams."

⬛◼◾▪️Meanwhile, outside▪️◾◼⬛

"I still believe Garrick would have been the better choice", Ghost rumbles while they are waiting for you to leave the building again. In the driver's seat, the Captain takes a sip from his coffee, flashing the masked man next to him a look out of the corners of his eyes. "Soap's got some useful background knowledge from previous missions, some intel Gaz clearly lacks. Not to mention that Kyle couldn't make it back in time, right?" Ghost slowly shakes his head, almost unnoticeably, so Price adds: "You think MacTavish can’t handle the situation and take it far enough?"

Now Ghost barks a laugh: "Bloody hell... I'm not worried about his interrogation skills or acting abilities. 'm just worried that he might take it farther than he should - and we might get more than we've bargained for." - "He thinks she's that dangerous?"

It's a harsh laugh as response that the Captain gets to hear from his Lieutenant instantly. Ghost keeps his eyes trained on the entrance of the building when he answers: "This bird's not too dangerous. Yet I wouldn't guarantee she can’t take him apart..."

⬛◼◾▪️▪️◾◼⬛

You feel heat rise to your cheeks. But when you think about it, you have to admit that your choice of words was a perfect set-up...

"Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, John. I'll think about your words, I promise, but for now, I'd love to change the subject." Luckily, your therapist is more than willing to fulfil your wish.

"That's fine. Now it's ma turn tae choose a topic. Let's talk about relationships. Just in general. We needn't necessarily come tae tha specific partner of yours. Wha was his name again, hen? Macaron?"

[mustbealoosewire]

by Notesz

[spider-artdump]

[nekemisvantumblim]

A lekapcsolt szocialistáknál jóval fajsúlyosabb neveket rejthetett a Nagymester korrupciós notesze

Ez az ügy vajon hány kattintásig fog eljutni így hétfő reggel? És a következő 2 hét során még mit lehet majd ebből kihozni?

Nagyon örülök Ács Dani munkájának, ahogy folyamatosan nyomoz és követi a parkolási maffia történetét, de vajon mikor fog ez odáig jutni, hogy ebből valódi közfelháborodás legyen, ami esetleg az utcán is láthatóvá válna?

[astroyosei]

Girl no I'm sooo sorry I didn't mean it in a bad way omg

I binge reading a lot of tarots at once (not a good decision I got tired) and then found out things I wanted to buy not as how I expected if ykwim

BUT BOOM then your pac of pile and the flowers were so cute I had to reblog it to read later but yeah the words were so cute and cozy which was exactly what I needed then (so in that context, i didn't let the curiosity kill my cat)

I'm so sorry if that came off as rude and ignorant ofc I love ppl admiring their native languages and yours is soo pretty to be ignored even (I'm sorry I'm not really good at explaining stuff but I hope you understood I had the best of intentions)

Take care <333

Hello, Thank you for reaching out and clearing!! Then it was my bad, i misunderstood- sorry. It felt like youre mocking or making fun out of me. Like why am i even posting it, when its obvi not in english and most people wont get it... And it was my first ever post here, 2 days old🥺, and my first ever reblog.. and i was like oh😔 so its like this here... i'm still a lil bit shy and scared here, and i got really protective over it.. Like this post is my lil baby and dont hurt it😂😂 its still has its eggshells on it and all lol!

I wonder how it feels like reading my native language if you don't speak it, like the vibe of it or how it sounds.. like its not really popular or known. not like japanese or korean, where lots of peeps from abroad making opinions about it:) its called hungarian by the way, 🇭🇺 drunk italian flag:D

Im happy you felt content and comforted by the reading!!! Im planning to make my first 3-4 tarot readings in hungarian🥺👉👈, but i also want to make some in english later. So thank you once again and Have a nice day🥰🩷

[nemzetikonyvtar]

A Bori notesz versei a világköltészet talán legfelkavaróbb alkotásai, a tökéletes esztétikai megvalósuláson túl olyan egzisztenciális súllyal bírnak, ami fokozhatatlan. Olyan helyzetben és körülmények között születtek, amelyek közepette az ember szinte teljességgel lehetetlennek gondolná a versírást. Radnóti Miklós ennek ellenére véghez vitte a legnagyobb prófétai csodát, és ezáltal valami megfoghatatlan transzcendencia finom, de éles fénye vonja be a költeményeit. Mit nyújthat ez a költészet az argentin olvasó számára?

Úgy gondolom, hogy az ilyesfajta költészet befogadásának élménye egyetemes. Egy ilyen műnek ereje van. Ez az erő megérinti az olvasókat, hat rájuk. Természetesen nem minden vers, nem minden irodalmi szöveg és nem minden műalkotás bír ilyen elképesztő hatással. Hogy őszinte legyek, kezdetben, anélkül, hogy elolvastam volna, úgy gondoltam, hogy az irodalmi értékétől függetlenül is fontos számomra a notesz tartalma, már csak a sajátos kontextus miatt is, amelyben létrejött, közzé kell tenni. Őszinte elismerésem annak a mély akaratnak, amely ilyen körülmények között se adta föl a költészetbe, a szavakba vetett hitét. Miután elolvastam őket, rögtön megérintett a versek intenzitása. Nem vagyok tudósa a költészetnek, de kétségtelen „küldetése” van a Bori notesznek; olyan drámai erejű szépség bontakozik ki ezekből a versekből, amelyeket olyan valaki írt, akire a szörnyű halál várt.

[granddaughterogg]

so, things are being done

Thank you so much for providing me with prompts when I asked for them! The creative cogs got a' whirrin', and there's going to be a longer piece published both here and on AO3 next week (probably somewhere around the 17th and 20th of June to be precise.) Longer than my usual shitpost format, that is.

I decided it's going to be about War.

The artwork belongs to Notesz as usual.