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Fic Fridayyyy (Saturday, sorry bout that)

He Who Sees The End, by Loujitsuhotsoup word count: 102,458. Chapters 18/?

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pls read this is a severely underrated fic 🙏🏼👀✨

[softesteshouten]

Do you know where i can head homestuck^2? 👉👈

Oh, of course! You can read it all here!

Though, the first eeeeh, 400 or so pages of the comic are kinda hit or miss. Some good stuff in there, but god when an upd8 dropped the ball on something... it really dropped the ball on something.

So far, the new updates have been nothing but BANGERS, so hopefully they just keep up this trend.

[thornbushrose]

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Daredevil (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Matt Murdock, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Karen Page, Claire Temple, Father Lantom (Marvel) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family, Angst, Case Fic, Hurt!Matt, Karen Learns the Truth, Canon-Typical Violence, Many Swear Words (mostly from Foggy) Summary:

Set post S1. Daredevil may be the Man Without Fear, but Matt Murdock is terrified. Especially when the law isn’t enough and Daredevil can’t save everyone. It’s said that there is someone in Hell’s Kitchen who will hear a cry for help, but what if the person calling out is Matt? Who saves him when Daredevil can’t?

  Whatever Matt was going to say was lost to the storm. He wavered, his legs buckling. Foggy was out of the doorway and across the roof before Matt’s knees hit the surface, his friend collapsing against him in a tangle of trembling limbs.

“I gotcha,” Foggy promised. Karen felt tears blend with the smack of snow across her cheek. “I gotcha, buddy.”

[vowtoimprove]

People are forever trying to "tame" or balance their restrictive, energy-draining attitudes, often it’s slow-going. That’s because they are trying to do it from the mind when it’s a job for the heart. When the mind realigns with the heart, then progress can be made quickly   When your approach is genuine, not mind-driven, then progress will unfold at the speed of balance, not at the speed of your mind's desire   As you practice becoming more sensitive to your intuitive heart feelings, your mind is likely to distract you by spilling #impatience into the path of your intentions, creating #doubts and diluting your commitment. The mind will try to pose as your #intuition. Don’t fall for it. With genuine commitment to practicing heart alignment, the difference between intuitive thoughts generated by your heart feelings and mind nattering will become more distinguished and easier to sort out. The mind is not the #badguy. Its job is to help sort out and manifest your #intuitive #feelings, not to author your intuitive feelings. Your feelings reveal the deepest truth of where your real self stands regarding issues within yourself & between you & others.   The mind, when not aligned with the heart, is skilled and relentless at misrepresenting what your deepest feeling truth is. You can trust that you will develop the intuitive discernment to know your deeper heart feelings as you increase spirit flow into your system. The practice of tools for heart-based living gradually reveals your real self. You’ll know that authenticity is increasing when you don’t have to look over your shoulder as much while navigating life’s course.   Becoming more of who you really are releases inner security, allowing you to relate to life with increased #hope and #confidence. Increased fulfilment is the result of this process #DocChildre is a #transformational leader, author, and the founder of #HeartMath. To learn more about Doc Childre's commentary on the role of the heart in the planetary shift occurring, visit www.heartbasedliving.com #notmywriting ☺️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CK3xuARsxdm/?igshid=v6xzymarhnha

[narraboths]

suing that Lena’s not there arms wrapped around her girl when Andrea’s having a crying session

[carrera-ffxiv]

Ashen Wolves Dossier 1: Kugurazaka, Sanshiro. Operative: Hiyashi, Kohaku

Kohaku stood in the bright sunlight of Ul’dah, taking in once again the golden splendor of the city, though he felt it was already much too hot. Long fingers withdrew from the aetheryte as he would regain his balance. It was still a strange feeling to travel this way, he much preferred a boat or airship. But after initial inquires about the name he was given he was led to this place, and it was the quickest to travel.

So many people, each of them carried a unique scent. Ears twitching, he caught fragments of conversations from others, following the throng of people to the Sapphire Exchange where the more official business was taking place. Geta-clad feet lightly sounded on the cobblestone as he went up to the food vendor, buying an apple, but of course pocketing one as well. The vendor had no idea of the stolen fruit thus far.  Kohaku would take his fruit, taking a large bite of it, before settling himself down onto a shady spot to watch the marketplace a moment.

After a few hours of watching the comings and goings of the merchants, including denying many a scantily-clad, fair maiden that would offer him massages, he would rise from his spot. As the merchants began to get used to him there, they would become more careless with their words. Keen ears would catch up those inflections. But it was a very-well dressed merchant who pinned something to the auction boards that caught his attention. Someone a bit too well-off in this place, even his scent was strange, like exotic spices. It reminded him of home.

Kohaku walked up to the board and took down the advertisement. It had a Doman lettering on it, but to anyone else it might seem just a decorative flourish. “Opportunity.” it said simply, yet in Doman it read: “Royal Tiger.” Then a time, written in tiny numbers and in even smaller text, a location.  He would take a deep breath, tapping the katana at his side, and stepped into shadow as he walked to the place on the card.

In a small alleyway tucked near the Gladiator’s guild was a small row of buildings. Each of them looked exactly the same: closed up tight with their golden little door knobs. Kohaku walked out into the light seeing the street empty only to hear a loud MEOW. His hand flew to his Katana for protection to find a scrawny, street cat looking up at him, hungry for food. The calico cat purred happily, rubbing against the man’s legs. Kohaku smiled and pet her. “Hey. what are you doing here?”

The cat didn’t not respond, looking up to see if he had any food before darting off into the shade of one of the buildings. Kohaku would follow. The cat rubbed more against his legs and Kohaku then reached into his pocket to pull out some jerky. It likely wasn’t the best to give to a cat but it’s what he had. He would pet the cat’s head gently before he heard more movement .

He had been told to expect others to arrive, but not to engage unless necessarily. So Kohaku would watch the robed figures knock on one of the doors, then after a few minutes, slip inside. The man looked at his pocket timepiece. Still had an hour. Maybe it was just some other shady business going on. There was likely plenty of that going on in this place. Sweat pooled on his brow and he pushed it away. He did not like the heat of this place, missing the cool ocean breezes of Doma. 

Those shadow figures never left though and the hour passed slowly. The cat left and Kohaku was left alone as the time ticked by. Fifteen minutes to the time on the card. More people showed up, these were not robed, and Kohaku would quietly slip in line behind them.

One of the doors was open and one by one the line moved into the small house. As he got closer he could smell the aroma of opium. The line continued forward quietly, no one speaking to each other, keeping eyes forward. More people filed behind Kohaku, none speaking, all holding that same card. He approached the doorway, and two, large Xaela blocked the way. The pungent scent now nearly overwhelmed his senses. Aether flickered around the place with such an intensity he wondered what was really going on in there. 

“You, not for you.” One of the guards spoke with an accent pushing Kohaku aside, though letting the others pass. They all seemed drugged, sluggish. After being denied the short Keeper would take a deep breath. “Why not? I’ve got the card.” The Xaela shrugged, still blocking the man. Kohaku would grow frustrated. 

“You do not need to be here. Go before we call in the Thermuraturge.” Kohaku would blink. He caught the scent and another glance into the room beyond made his senses tingle. Aether. There was some thinning of aether in Eorzea in recent times but what was going on here? Why was this place practically radiating with it? Where and how were these people smuggling it? He would let out a sigh. He would be prepared to knock these two out to go inside but he didn’t want more attention drawn to himself than necessary.

“How can I get in? I’ve got the card.” He would hold up the card again. The two guards would shake their heads. “More than card needed. Special card. Enough people!” The doors would suddenly shut, though Kohaku was quick enough to catch his foot in the door before it closed completely. He slipped back inside.  As the natural light faded, the room began to glow with a phosphoresce. Lanterns lit by aether flame provided the only illumination . Everyone else who had entered had somehow vanished. Yet those two Xaela were quick to hold onto the small man. “You still here?” 

Kohaku let out a sigh and allowed a moment to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Just all those aether lamps, leading down a corridor beyond. Quiet, but for the pulsing thrum of aether calling to another of its kin. He took a deep breath. Dark places like this meant darker desires. He would place the card into his pocket, trying to make a run for it. He was quick, and managed to run in-between the two Xaela’s legs and down into even more darkness. The floor was on a gradient, going underground. Yet he had to be even quicker to avoid the guards though he found himself into a bigger chamber. A quick glance around revealed a warehouse of sorts with boxes of assorted goods, some were glowing. Vials of concentrated aether. He crawled onto one of the boxes and opened the flap, taking two of the items and slipping them into his pocket. 

The Xaela were calling now, one had grabbed his tail and yanked it towards them. A cheap, yet effective move as Kohaku was dragged backwards into the long-extended reach of the Xaela. He tried to duck as he heard something heavy above his head, ears flattening as the impact of the flat of the hilt of the other guard’s sword made contact with his head. Blackness flooded his vision. He opened his eyes once more, finding himself out on the street once more, the cat he had seen before meowing once more for him to give them more food.

He rubbed his head, a bump was forming on his head already, and a headache would soon form after. But did he get some of it? He would reach into his pockets, feeling the two vials, and then nod. The street was quiet but there were eyes everywhere. He took it back to the Gray House with him, finding a table before taking out the two vials again. One was highly concentrated aether. The other he couldn’t ascertain. Kohaku would let out a sigh. He would likely have to hand both of these over to Hadriel now, though his curiosity was peaked.

“Satisfaction brought the Keeper back.” He spoke to the air, then penned a note in Doman and slipped the two curious vials into an envelope, leaving it in Hadriel’s office. His head was starting to hurt more now, and he let out a soft sigh. Even with his quickness, big blades hurt. The couches downstairs were cozy... He could sleep this off… #NotMyWriting #Kohaku #AshenWolves

[marauder--harder]

You might have saw my comment on the one-shot you posted called ‘sweet tooth’ but in case you didn’t I thought I should message you directly. That was an exact copy of a different one-shot I read on wattpad called ‘my sweets’ by @Lcraig1424 . I don’t know who stole it from who, but if the fic is not actually yours please do not take credit for it. Someone worked hard on it and deserves recognition. If it is yours than I would message @Lcraig1424, but I’m almost certain they posted before you.

Hey there!

I haven’t logged into this blog in a hot minute so I’m sorry for the delay in my response. However, all writing on this blog is 100% mine unless tagged otherwise (usually under the author’s @ and #notmywriting). Sweet Tooth is mine and I tried finding the blog you mentioned but they don’t seem to exist anymore. If they do, please feel free to reach out again and I’ll try to get something sorted.

Thanks!

[chrissmou]

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[thetoughlady]

On Taverns // inspired by Rumi circa 13th century

The tavern is a kind of glorious hell that human beings enjoy and suffer and then push off from in their search of truth. The tavern is a dangerous region where sometimes disguises are necessary, but never hide your heart, Rumi urges. Keep open there. A breaking apart, a crying out into the street, begins in the tavern, and the human soul finds its way home.

-The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks with John Moyne

[yourstrulyseptember]

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Sixteen small steps to happiness

1. push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, the 5.30a. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.

2. push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm, wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.

3. erase processed food from your diet. start with no lollies, chips, biscuits, then erase pasta, rice, cereal, then bread. use the rule that if a child couldn't identify what was in it, you don't eat it.

4. get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.

5. stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head.stretch your fingers. stretch everything.

6. buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.

7. buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.

8.strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.

9. organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don't want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.

10. have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.

11. push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, got to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dogs behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.

12. message your old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don't follow through. push yourself to follow through.

13. think long and hard bout what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.

14. become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.

15. lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn't a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.

16. don't give in to the pressures of society about who to be, make your own self, be who you are and don't be ashamed of it, post selfies for you. doll up for you. take naps for you. eat good food for you. make YOU happy.