#one day i wanna absorb all these images

[prncples]

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[marblepasta-creepyhornet]

Usually don’t send requests, but since you asked: which creeps do you think would take psychic damage from a friend or partner who purposefully misuses slang? Just thought to ask cus I thought Ben would probably have a physical reaction and I think that mental image was funny lol 

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Characters used: Ben, Jeff, and EJ, Tim

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BEN:

He’ll cringe. No questions.

Now, I headcanon Ben as a self-taught modern-day gamer in the creepypasta universe (as in he’s bought every modern day consoles and devices and has slowly learned the mechanics and is now an expert), he’s got a plethora of video games for all his devices, his PC, consoles, Nintendo switch, and even his old DS!

So imagine when he’s showing you a new game he got for his switch….

But then immediately regrets it.

As you were sat in his lap, watching him play, you just casually drop, “Wow, Ben! This game looks so litty on fleek, fam!”

MF hasn’t EVER put his hands on you, but he is now-

He pushed you off his lap and looked at you like you kicked a puppy!

“I…I can’t even look at you,” he’d be all dramatic, “I don’t know who that was, but I NEVER wanna see them again!”

You’d just be laying in the floor in a puddle of giggles.

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Jeff:

It would happen on a mission. You and Jeff were targeted with killing a family and to leave none of them alive!

So, let’s say the targets son was a bit more than Jeff bargained for, so you swooped in and had to save the day, managing to tie the kids arms behind his back, “GET FUCKING YEETED, SCRUBLORD!”

Radio silence.

“WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?!”

“What do you mean? Like, we gotta yeet him, you catching my driftwood, fam? No cap!”

At this point Jeff just rubs his temples and finishes off the target by stabbing him. His brain too absorbed in other things to try and decipher whatever you’re talking about.

Soon after you two left, blood stained and all, Jeff spoke up, “Please, never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, talk like that again!”

“Alright fine! No need to get so hostile, we gucci lit” you finished off with finger guns and a sly chuckle.

“(N/N)!”

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EJ:

You were sick. Like, contagious sick.

So, per Jack’s orders, no leaving his infirmary only for the bathroom, always cough and sneeze into the elbow and not the hand, use tissues sparingly, wash your hands, and take showers to help alleviate headaches and open up your sinuses.

Unrelated, but don’t worry, he’s made sure his baby gets the best comfort, after all, he needs you well rested and feeling better! 🥺💙

It was around 8pm when he knocked on the door before slowly opening it, he was dressed in pajamas holding a bowl of soup, “Hi, love” He’d greet you with a smile, not wearing his mask, as a demon he couldn’t get sick and because he was comfy around you, “How’s my baby doing?” 😭

Of course you’d answer the same way every time, stating you were still sick, just like since the beginning of the week. 😔

“I made you some soup, I know it isn’t much, but it’ll help alleviate some symptoms, and you look like you’re freezing, baby” he’d say while handing you the soup.

You took a few bites of the noodle and a carrot piece, a small moan escaped your lips, “Fuccckk~ This shit is straight bussin’, Jack”

His smile that he had while watching you eat was replaced with one of confusion. “W-what?” 😩

You’d have to suppress a giggle, “What do you mean, ‘what? This soups straight bussin’”

He’d try to understand what you meant, trying to wrack his brain for any semblance of what the word could mean 😭

Overall, confused baby boi :(

Tim (Masky):

Masky angled the binoculars as he let out a low growl, watching as the group of targets were stationed at all access points. “Fuck.” He grumbled before lowering the piece of equipment as he turned to you and Hoodie. “This is gonna be a close call, they’re stationed at all points of access. Do you guys have your weapons?”

Hoodie gave Tim a firm nod as he pulled out his pistol from his hoodie pocket, Masky reached into his duffle bag and pulled out a rifle, cocking it. He was about to ask you when you suddenly grabbed the weapon.

“Whoa! This thing is so fire!” You’d say as you inspected it with awe. “Tim, bro! This gun so fire! This definitely screams ‘I have BDE but I’m not trying to make it a big deal’, you know what I mean?”

…

….

“What the actual fuck are you talking about?!” He’d ask in confusion and irritation, quickly yanking his rifle back from you, “And give me that!”

You let out a small yelp when it was harshly yanked from your hands. “Calm down, Timmy, on the DL you’re still on my DTF list frfr. No cap”

Masky silently sat the rifle down, gloved hands pinching the bridge nose of the porcelain mask.

Overall: disappointment, confusion and irritation.

[ickyuji]

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 yuji x f! reader. yuji’s your best friend. dry humping. prematurely cumming. overstimulation. virgin! yuji. pretty girl! reader.

ᯓ 1.3k words. ᡣ𐭩

yuji knows he’s loved you since the day you sat pretty, right next to him. watching the way you’ve obliviously wandered right into his heart- wondering if you’ve ever looked both way before crossing his mind.

but he knows you don’t, and that’s okay. thinks the fact that you walk around with your lips curled up into a smile with bright, glittery eyes is the cutest thing ever. his heart hurts looking at you sometimes and the fact that you’re pressed warm and small against his side while the movie that he had failed to really absorb into his brain and only illuminates his face and nothing else has him a little squirmy.

“are you okay, yuji?” your voice, like a bell rips him from his mind. owlish in the way you’re looking up at him while your cheek is pressed to his chest, fingers playing with the hem on the pocket of his hoodie. and he can only, really nod.

doesn’t know how he’s gotten here, how his mind has betrayed him so bad that he’s been picturing your soft thighs clamped around both sides of his face. too dumb to think all of this through, you’re so close to his cock- veiled with nothing but the thin, slippery material of his shorts. slung over one of his thighs, twitching before he has the mind to reel it in.

and he thinks he may die, thinks there’s something wrong with his brain when he sees you tip your head down to look at the movement that had caught your attention. the hand gripping the back of the couch moving to cover his twitching dick- shifting to lift you off him with a pained smile.

“ah, sorry.” yuji murmurs, like it’s your fault. he truly feels like he may die- and it’s all cause his hormone addled brain couldn’t reign it in. but you’re so fucking pretty, and warm, and soft-

jumping when your manicured fingers reach for his wrist, giving a weak little tug like you wanna see what he’s hiding. those pretty eyes looking at him like you wanna pin him down and eat him alive. he can only image what sort of pathetic image is staring back at you. he knows his face is red, can feel the warmth simmer down his chest.

“i wanna see it.” you whisper, and he knows better than to say no to you- eyes shutting tight to roll in the back of his head before he comes back to you. breath restarting to come out in a pant, hand moving with the next tug you give him- and his cheeks flame with what he sees.

he was wearing nothing but a hoodie and grey shorts in preparation for cozying up to you, and he can see the imprint of his cockhead slung over his thigh opposite to the one you’ve claimed for the night.

eyes watching your reaction- preparing to high tail it out of there and fist his cock to your image. and he thinks he may have died and gone to heaven when you sit up and giggle at him.

you sit up and grab at his hoodie and settle yourself warm and perfect on his lap. he has half a mind to shift so you’re not directly on top of his poor, throbbing dick- offering you what he thinks is a more comfortable seat, catching the way you pout and look at him expectantly.

breath caught in his throat when you lean in and lick at the curve of his bottom lip, shaky hands reaching for the dip of your thighs- wondering if it was okay to even touch you. but he was at your mercy, and thinks he’s doing okay when you sigh.

trying to split his attention from his mouth to his hands, hungry when he finally has half a mind to taste you. sitting up straight to slot his mouth against your own- huffing out syllables that sound sort of like your name. hands reaching, bunching up the pretty little top you wore around your waist in his hands. and he’s just too lost to reel in his strength, tugs you closer- fitting you right over the swell of his dick. awarded with a pretty keen, and now he wants more.

“fuck, fuck.” yuji huffs when you pull to breathe, having a better sense than him to actually relent. head teetering back to lay across the back of his couch, eyes pinned down against the warm expanse of skin he’s reveled.

and to you, he looks like sin reincarnate.

it’s easy to start the slow roll of your hips, eyes squeezing tight- mirroring the same reaction he had donned earlier. watching with interest when he cants up to meet the second press of your leaky cunt over him; thrilled when he reacts like you hoped he would.

fingers reaching to hold you down, lifting you clear off the couch with how strong he is; so yuji in the way he’s carelessly seeking the pleasure where you’re joined for the moment. hips supporting your whole weight, and it should have hurt- but the heat of your cunt weighed on top his cock overrides any other sense.

you can feel the way he shakes, fucks himself with every drag- sounds tumbling from his mouth openly, shaped like your name between huffs.

and its sticky, can feel the pool of precum leaking out of the tip of his cock in between the space of his reddened head and hip. but he knows you’re worse, the singular thought has his eyes pinched shut while the wild bucking forces hiccups out of your own mouth.

shoulders bowing in before he sits up- arms reaching up to hold onto you like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered here. hands digging into the swell of your skin, huffing out syllables that sound like your name. but everything feels like its coming to a head and not even you are sure that its what he's saying. head tipped up to bury into your neck, hips fucking up against you over and over. bouncing you over his cock, just a taste of what he would do if he was actually sunk deep inside of you.

the singular thought bringing another surge of pleasure shooting straight through his core, spurt after spurt of leaky cum painting the space between his cock, body, and underwear.

not willing to let go of the feeling, this moment- continues every jut of his hips, snapping up into your body despite the hot chord of pleasure swinging into pain. choosing to grit his teeth through it, until you bring him back with an exclamation of his name.

"y-yuji!" you exclaim, hiccuped words broken with the interruption of his forceful movements.

letting him come down by himself.

your own body tensing over and over, thighs threatening to snap against his hips- poor, neglected and worst of all teased clit throbbing between slick folds.

and that singular thought, conjured up by you- seems to have made its way over to him. watching with interest the way he snaps his head up, eyes lidded- finally seeing you through the haze of lust.

"fuck, sorry. i'm sorry." he keens, hands grabbing at your waist- tugging you in closer to let his face press against the space of your tits.

thinking it was a pretty apology for how soon it all ended, before squeezing out a squeak of surprise with the sudden shift to your whole word.

bringing you down to lay back against the cushions of the couch. sharply realizing the apology was for the rough handling of your pretty body. looking at his movements with interest- wishing he looked at you directly while his thick hand shifted to the waist band of his shorts.

tugging it down, and finally, finally seeing the mess you'd made of him.

"your turn?" he inquires, eyes still settled on the space between your thighs- cheeks ruddy and warm while his hand pumped over the soft skin of his sticky, wet cock.

a smile rivaling yours just barely contained when you nodded in response.

[lululandd]

being captain john price’s significant other would include:

>:3

♡ quick maffs.

you know for a fact its faster to ask him than to get your phone out, unlock it, open the calculator app, and typing the numbers in. it’s a blessing, really.

♡ never missing any appointments.

he just… rmemebers. man has near eidetic memory and even when he’s away at work he would message you to remind you of an appointment. man does not forget.

♡ would i lie to you?

price watches this show religiously. borderline obsessive even. can he find their tell on first watch? can he guess if its true or false? if you're both watching he would tell you tidbits about how to spot lies and all that. he had only been caught off guard twice watching this show. once was the one with claudia winkleman and her pet turtle yoshi, the other was kevin bridges accidentally buying a horse.

♡ lots of emoji replies.

you could be asking him for a quickie and he would answer with a “🤔🕦❓ 🕚❓”

♡ knowing features on your phone that even you dont know about.

“longpress the spacebar, love, it’s faster.”

“you can screenshot whole website pages, you don’t have to take individual shots.”

♡ zero tolerance for childish/bullshitty behaviour.

hes a funny man. silly. goofy. hilarious even. loves bantering around and mucking about. but the moment you try to act out to get in trouble or do something stupid for attention, he’s immediately captain john price. the change is drastic, immediate, and you don’t ever wanna see it again. mans has discipline ingrained into every fibre of his being and would not tolerate anything that could jeopradise both your image and your safety.

♡ having Nik and Gaz around on random holidays.

one day he just brought them over for christmas. Nik brought a simple two layered medovik (honey cake), and Gaz brought in potato dauphinoise. to this day you cannot replicate both dishes to perfection no matter how hard you try.

♡ random phone calls on random hours of the day no matter if he’s on duty or at home.

“hello?”

“allright?”

“yes john im fine.”

“good.”

and then hangs up.

you will never forget the one time he was so absorbed in research and paperwork that he called you. from the next room. you came into his study and he looked at you dumbfounded for a couple of seconds before you both burst into laughter.

♡ english breakfast.

in every brand imaginable. he likes certain brands in the morning, some brands he says are better drank during the rain or some shit like that. you tried pranking him by just giving him assam tea to see if he can tell the difference, and apparently he can distinguish immediately by smell so there goes that prank :’)

[sinorim-pisani]

tl;dr The Danny Phantom fandom is just obsessed with Found Family and I FALL FOR IT EVERY TIME

Hear me out, people, hear me out......

FRAIDS.

that's it that's the post.

jk jk that is absolutely not the post, because I have SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT FRAIDS. Danny Phantom lore at it's FINEST.

Strap in folks, it's about time for another (weirdly long??) DP word blast!

Now this could be the "found family trope" lover in me, but I freaking love the possibilities that exist when it comes to the concept of a ghost fraid. What I've read in fics is just *chef's kiss*. We have the mental links, the ectoplasm based threads that bind everyone together, the found family idea of course, and pleeeeenty of angst potential. But I wanna talk about the nitty gritty details.

What is a Fraid, if not a subconsciously and artificially created link based on a ghost's heightened feelings of attachment, or ownership? Bear with me, I can explain; we'll use Danny and his Fraid as an example here. Typically, when introducing the idea that Danny is connected to his friends and Jazz and Dani via the concept of a "Fraid", fic authors use the image of threads created with ectoplasm to tell the reader that the group is connected together on a higher level. These threads are often a result of Danny unknowingly marking his people as his, and thereby telling the ghost world that messing with these people means messing with Phantom himself. To me, this sounds a lot like Danny is essentially layering his own ectoplasm onto his group so frequently, intensely, and even intently (despite his continued ignorance to what his ghostly side is doing), that his resulting Fraid essentially becomes a part of himself. The ectoplasmic threads are then a physical manifestation of Danny's ectoplasm as it exists in his friends.

But if this is the case, could a Fraid ever be created intentionally?

Let's lay out the apparent requirements to create a Fraid, based on the proposed example above. I'm postulating that, to create a Fraid, the ghost needs to 1) spend a sizable portion of time around the future fraid members, 2) feel strong feelings of possession, protection, obligation, or what have you, 3) maintain a large amount of affection for their persisted presence, and 4) feel safe enough around them to allow their ectoplasm to manifest like an aura, rather than keep it tightly inside and controlled. In Danny's case, all of these conditions are met by Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and Dani, and they are typically the ones you see being placed in Danny's Fraid. His parents aren't on that list, as they fail to meet condition 4, and possibly even condition 3 (which is not to say Danny doesn't feel affection towards his parents. He definitely loves them, but does he love them consistently, constantly, and in the same way as he does his friends?). While Danny is constantly choosing his friends (he chooses them day in, day out, after Sam convinces him to walk to his death, after Tucker makes a decision out of intense jealousy, after Dani hunts him, Danny is still choosing them), he isn't constantly choosing how he feels in their presence. That would be hard for anyone to do, let alone creatures whose entire being revolves around their emotional volatility. The idea of intentionally creating a Fraid is ruled out, based on the idea that, even for beings that run off emotional cognizance, feelings as vulnerable as those required for the process are difficult to create and maintain consciously.

Now how does Fraid creation actually work?

The way I've described it above, I'm going to claim that a Fraid is essentially the ghost version of a horcrux. Instead of the soul going into an object, the ghost is exposing other ghosts (or people, in Danny's case) to intense amounts of their ectoplasm (which could be argued to be their soul given form, I guess?) and the ectoplasm is then settling inside the other party, being absorbed into their core, or skin, and cementing that individual as a part of the ghost creating the Fraid. Since this kind of ectoplasm is primarily that of the ghost, it will invariably have ties to the emotions that ghost is experiencing, hence the idea mentioned above that there needs to be a prolonged feeling of relaxation and safety about the creatures in the pre-formed Fraid. This being the case, I like to think about how Fraids might function when they're made of other ghosts too, and whether or not those secondary ghosts can basically form a layer of Fraids (like one web of ectoplasm built on another web and on another etc with different ghosts being the center point....does that make sense?). Would a Fraid with mostly ghosts develop it's own impression of a core? Is there a threshold of ectoplasm needed to develop a power level in this case? That's some juicy theory building right there.

When Danny's Fraid comes onto the scene, it gets a bit wonky.

Most of the time, his Fraid is made up of two (or three if you're counting Dan) ghosts and three (sometimes liminal sometimes not) humans, and there's almost of bit of a power imbalance. I would say that both Danny and Dani end up establishing this group of people as their individual Fraids, but how do the three humans influence the ectoplasm connection? And how does the fact that Danny and Dani virtually share an ectoplasm signature influence it? (this isn't to say that they share a core or are the same people, I am a firm lover of ice core danny and water core dani, but Dani is a clone and a product of Danny's ectoplasm....do you think they have the same signature, or would Dani develop her own signature?)

Connecting this to my first question above (is a Fraid a product of a ghost's feelings of "ownership" or "possession"): if you like your humans liminal like I do, I'm going to take a chance and say that Sam, Tucker, and Jazz have developed juuuust enough of a ghost core or an ecto signature for the Fraid threads to stick to them, and that ghosts probably wouldn't be able to draw regular, non-liminal humans into their Fraid unbeknownst to them. Due to this, I believe the humans would be able to reflect the ectoplasm back to Danny, creating a stable loop that allows for the continuance of the Fraid connection. I don't necessarily think this alone would allow for a strong connection - they're human, however liminal they might be, and liminal humans don't have the same ectoplasm reserves as a ghost, nor do they have the amount of "soul-like" ectoplasm needed to cement themselves inside the other parties like Danny could ( remember the horcrux analogy?). But! But but but! If Danny and Dani share an ectoplasm signature, and a Fraid is essentially an emotional feedback loop given substance, then you have two times the ectoplasm signature being run through and reflected back to each of the Fraid members, essentially....eliminating the original weakness of their connection?? And therefore you end up with a fully formed and healthy Fraid system?? I think that's pretty neat, right?

Idk dude, is this too long? Is there a limit to how much I can talk about this? I don't think there is.

for the sake of digestibility I'm going to DEFINITELY be writing a part 2 for this!!

But think about these questions in the meantime, if you want:

Would a ghost that isn't the Fraid's formation point be able to reject or leave the Fraid system? How?

What would happen to the Fraid "head" so to speak, if their Fraid threads were severed or rejected, based on the theory that it's essentially a part of themselves implanted in another creature?

Are potential Fraid members aware of what's happening when a Fraid is in its preliminary stages?

Could Fraids be rare?

Am I projecting my feelings of isolation onto a cool kid's show?? Who knows! I feel a fanfic idea coming tho....

Part 2 coming soon!

[oskea93]

← Take Me Away (Intro) →

OC x Jamie Campbell Bower (AU 1970s)  Warnings: TW—> This story will contain the following: (domestic violence, physical/verbal assault, cursing, sexual content, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, self harm). Please do not read if you are triggered by any of these warnings. This is a work of fiction only. I do not own Jamie or any other famous people mentioned. 

A/N: Hello again! So I decided to restart this story again because i'm currently in my JCB era and there just needs to be more stories out there featuring this man! With that being said, Jamie will not be the Jamie we know and love today. His name and image is being used, but there will be moments where he is not a very nice guy. Kind of like Caleb from Horizon. But there will also be moments where he is the lovable guy he typically is. I just want to thank those that either stuck with this fic or just recently found it!

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“So, tell me about Jamie.”

“What do you wanna know?”

The interviewer looked down at her notes, “What was life with him like – in private.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, somewhat afraid to answer. “Chaotic- “I started. “Wonderful in many ways but a total shitstorm all at the same time. He knew what to say and when to say it, but his words and actions weren’t always pleasing.”

I paused, searching for the right words to convey the whirlwind that was our life together. “Jamie was incredibly charismatic. He could light up any room he walked into, and people were naturally drawn to him. His charm was almost intoxicating; it made you feel special just being around him. But that charm had a flip side. In private, it wasn’t always so magical. There were days when his mood would swing dramatically, and you never knew what to expect.”

“How so?” The interviewer questioned.

I shrugged my shoulders, slouching a bit in my seat as I reflected on the complicated nature of the person in question. "He was his own villain," I began, my voice tinged with a mix of sympathy and disappointment. "He tried so hard to make a name for himself in the industry. After years of working closely with all these high-profile artists, indulging in the debauchery they played with, he lost sight of who he truly was."

I paused, choosing my words carefully as I continued, "Your sins catch up to you eventually, and the way you treat people changes. It's like a slow erosion of your values and morals until one day, you look in the mirror and realize you're not the person you thought you were."

My companion listened intently, absorbing my words before posing a poignant question, "Was he the love of your life?" The inquiry hung in the air, laden with layers of emotion and history, hinting at a deeper connection that transcended professional ties and delved into matters of the heart.

As I delved into the depths of my memories, recounting the chapters of my life that intertwined with the complexities of rising to fame at the tender age of 17, I knew that the tale of Jamie and me would be a pivotal thread in the fabric of my story. It was a narrative rooted in scandal and secrecy, a forbidden love that blossomed amidst the chaotic backdrop of rock 'n' roll excess and the stark contrast of a preacher's daughter entwined with a man hired to shield her from the very temptations she found herself succumbing to.

We wove a web of deception, attempting to shield our burgeoning relationship from prying eyes and wagging tongues, but the silent exchanges, the subtle gestures, and the lingering gazes between us belied the truth we sought to conceal. Jamie was a force of nature, a whirlwind of contradictions that both thrilled and terrified me in equal measure. His charm was a siren song that beckoned me into uncharted waters, his humor a balm to soothe the turbulence within my soul, his love a flame that flickered dangerously close to consuming us both.

In Jamie, I found a kindred spirit, a partner in crime who mirrored my own reckless abandon and insatiable thirst for life. He was the grenade to my pin, the catalyst that ignited a chain reaction of emotions and experiences that would forever alter the course of my existence. He was the bomb to my clock, ticking away the moments until our inevitable collision, our destinies irrevocably intertwined in a dance of passion and peril.

I had always been taught that God sends people into our lives for a reason, be it for our growth or our downfall. Jamie was no exception—a temporary fix that morphed into a permanent fixture, a fixture that brought both the brightest joys and the darkest sorrows of my young life. His presence was a paradox, a riddle wrapped in an enigma, a conundrum that I struggled to unravel even as I found myself ensnared in the web of our shared destiny.

I shifted in the plastic seat, my denim-clad legs crossing tightly. “Well—” I spoke, my voice wavering slightly. “That’s quite a title to give someone who could love you one minute and then treat you worse than a dog the next.” I smiled sadly, the memories flooding back with a mix of warmth and pain.

As I penned the words that would immortalize our tumultuous love affair on the pages of my memoir, I couldn't help but marvel at the intricate tapestry of fate that had woven our paths together. The story of Jamie and me was a testament to the volatile alchemy of passion and pain, of love and loss, of growth and destruction—a story that would echo through the annals of time as a cautionary tale of the perils and pleasures of forbidden love. And as I laid bare the raw truths of our tumultuous romance, I knew that Jamie would forever hold a piece of my heart, a shard of my soul, a chapter in my life that would never truly be closed.

[matan4il]

Daily update post:

An armed drone hit a school in Eilat. Seven kids had to be taken to a hospital. We still don't officially know who sent the attack drone, or how it wasn't intercepted. The options are that it was either sent from Yemen (less likely), from the ISIS terrorists in Sinai (Egypt) or from Jordan. Just a reminder: Eilat has a population of 51,000 and it has absorbed at least 60,000 of the evacuated Israelis who had survived Hamas' massacre.

In an independent terrorist attack, Palestinians fired at an Israeli car, wounding two adults (one severely and one moderately), but thankfully missing the baby who was also in the vehicle.

The Mossad (the Israeli equivalent of the CIA) helped authorities in Brazil prevent a Hezbollah terrorist attack against Jews there. In 1994, Hezbollah successfully carried out a terrorist attack against a Jewish community center in Argentina, killing 85 people and injuring over 300. Hezbollah is currently still attacking Jewish communities in Israel's north with rockets and drones.

Yesterday, for the first time in decades, Jews prayed in the ancient, 1,500 years old synagogue in Gaza (yes, older than the Arab colonization of the Land of Israel). Here's a delegation of archeologists examining the mosaic floor of the synagogue:

The mosaic includes the image of the Jewish King David, playing a lyre, with his name appearing in Hebrew letters.

The IDF has explicitly put out the message for Gazans today, that if Hamas is stopping them from evacuating, they can turn to the Israeli army for help.

Hamas' second in command in Gaza, Khalil al-Haja, told the New York Times, that the purpose of the massacre wasn't to bring prosperity to Gaza, it's to create a permanent state of war for Israel on all of its borders (meaning by facilitating a regional war, forcing other Middle Eastern elements to join the war against Israel).

HonestReporting is an NGO that was established in 2000 to combat the anti-Israel bias in many news outlets (it happened because a pic of an Israeli policeman saving a Jewish American tourist from Arabs attacking him, was published by the New York Times as the pic of an Israeli policeman attacking a Palestinian).

Now, HonestReporting has published a report on Gazan journalists, who provided materials for Reuters, AP, CNN and the New York Times, and were there for Hamas' massacre, on the border of Israel, early in the morning on Saturday (Israel's day of rest). HR is posing the question of how did these journalists know to be present there, at that time. HR is also pointing out that they entered Israel together with Hamas' terrorists, raising ethical questions about their presence and inaction at the scene of these horrors as they were happening. Following the report, HR was also sent a pic of one of these journalists been kissed on the cheek by Yahya Sinwar, the head of Hamas in Gaza.

I find it so touching when people from backgrounds hostile to Israel, still manage to look beyond that, and see us as people. This is the bridge to the peace that I personally still wanna believe we'll have in this region one day:

Israeli police is putting together a case against the Hamas terrorists who executed the massacre, and who were caught alive. So far, over 700 testimonies of survivors have been collected, as well as tens of thousands of digital files. The terrorists' interrogations will also be included. Some of these have been published. One thing that they recounted is that they were given religious permission to murder women, children and babies. They also said that the purpose of the rapes and beheadings was to terrify the Israeli public. Lastly, they admitted that the plan was to make it from southern Israel to the central region, too (where Tel Aviv and Jerusalem are).

This is Avihu Mori, he was recognized as a mental health patient, due to severe PTSD. Every time Palestinian rockets were fired into Israel, his family said he would start falling apart, and acting illogically. During the current war, it happened again, he ran away, crossed the border into Gaza and was killed there.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[edupunkn00b]

Meus ex Machina, Chapter 19: Silvertongue and Hesper

Edited public domain image of two hands reaching for each other, lit in deep blue and neon green.

Prev - Silvertongue and Hesper - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

WC: 2689 - Rated: T - CW: non-graphic torture, blood

Where Janus went in the pre-dawn hours. But first, what happened to Lucas after he left HQ on Remus and Roman's 21st birthday. If you haven’t yet read Progression, stop here and read it now for maximum impact. The flashback at the start of this chapter takes place two days after the end of that story.

For at least the hundredth time and for the second time in the past 72 hours, Lucas punched in the coordinates to The Inn. This time, though, he made the trip out to their old watering hole alone.

The ghost of Re’s giddy nervousness bounced around the ship. 

Really? You’re gonna let me have a drink tonight?

Sure, Re. You only turn twenty-one once…

Banking around the scaffold of the Newland Towers, Lucas jumped at the static he picked up from the construction site. For the past three days, Lucas had stayed up, listening, waiting. He’d kept the aircar radio open the whole way out, childishly hoping Jan or Pat or anyone else would reach out. Tell him it was all a mistake. Ask him to come home.

No-one did.

He set down behind the bar and circled his and Jan’s old haunt. A flashing ‘closed’ sign shone in the darkness, and the landing pads out front were vacant, but Andrew’s movement behind the bar cast long shadows in the back windows. The gate was down in front so Lucas returned to the alleyway.

Shiny, new, and with five layers of encryption, the deadbolt on the backdoor was impressive. The rusted screws holding it in place, however, were not and one swift kick opened the door.

“What the hell—” Andrew’s tough guy shout from the bar dropped to a whisper when Lucas came into view. His eyes darted side to side, searching for someone in the empty bar to rescue him.

“Lucas! Hey… hey, um, no hard feelings, right? You know I didn’t call the feds on Re… they just… they just showed up and took care of the body, I…” He stepped back, fumbling along the railing under the taps for his emergency call switch. “But y—you got outta here way before they got here, right?”

“The call button’s two meters to your left,” Lucas responded, flipping a bottle sealer at the powerbank just above the switch. It exploded, sparks raining down on Andrew’s hand. “You wouldn’t want the corpos to just show up coincidentally again, now would you?”

“No, Lucas, no…” He shook his head. “Of course not. C’mon, man… You know it’s not like that. You and Jay have been coming here for years… You all are like family to me.”

Lucas’ voice was quiet. “You took my family from me.” He unbuttoned his coat and peeled it off, revealing a harness with an antique taser and five extra charge canisters. “You took my brother.” Gaze focused on his coat, Lucas walked to the rack next to the front doors and hung it on the closest hook before drawing down the window shade and checking the locks on the door. 

“You took my boys.” Andrew’s eyes widened and he slowly straightened, shaking hands raised near his head. Lucas snapped a fresh charge into place and watched the standby light stutter to life. “You took my love.”

Finally he looked up, eyes ablaze. “I’ve lost everything.” Andrew began to tremble, sympathetic nervous system rooting him in place, full freeze mode. As though that could do anything to help him now. Lucas absorbed the fear pouring out with his rank sweat and smiled. “Just as you’re about to.”

Lucas unlocked the taser and flicked it on. A sharp buzzy whine filled the room, followed by the trickling sound of urine dripping from Andrew’s pant leg. Lucas tsked. “So soon? Very well.”

“No, no, no… Lucas… You don—you—you don’t wanna do this… This—this isn’t you.” Lucas aimed the taser and the man’s words jumbled, hands out as though he could stop the assault. “Wha—what would Jan think if he—”

Lucas’ eyes brightened, orange fire pushing away his doubt. “Jan already thinks I’ve been purchased. He already thinks I betrayed him. To you.” He grinned, his smile broad and easy. And empty as the bar. “Let’s show him who I really answer to, shall we?”

“No… no, please, Lucas, no—” With a bang, refurbished guidewires shot out and embedded in the man’s neck. 50,000 volts cut short his pleas, the bright white glow rivaled only by Lucas’ orange eyes.

~

The slow death of Andrew’s brain ripped away the last shreds of Lucas’ control. Eyes squeezed shut, he doubled over, arms crossed over his head as the bartender’s dying cries shot through his heart. Seared flesh set fire to his nerves. Andrew’s fear his pain would never end. The fear of what would happen when it did.

And Andrew’s last thoughts, the tiny spark of relief that it was finally over.

Lucas slumped to the floor, barely noticing the knot on the side of his own head. He lay there for as long as he dared before pulling himself to his feet and staggering to the toilets.

The lukewarm recycled tap did a poor job on his hands and no matter how hard he scrubbed with the bar’s watered down soap, bits of Andrew’s blood clung to his knuckles and under his nails. In the engraving on his ring.

He took it off, twisting to get it past the callouses, and held it up to the light. Dingy rust filled in the swooping cursive ‘Ja’ on the engraving. Shoulders slumped, he fought the tightening in his throat, the burning behind his eyes. 

But he was spent. His eyes flickered weakly under the dingy bathroom lights. A sob ripped up from his throat and hot tears spilled over, dripping down his cheeks and his neck as he rubbed at his stained wedding ring under the faucet.

His wrist buzzed and hope sparked in his chest.

Hope quickly doused by the message on his comm. Instead of a message from Jan, from Pat, from the boys, a bold proximity warning scrolled across the tiny screen. 

CORPORATE POLICE ACTIVITY 100 YARDS AND CLOSING…

CORPORATE POLICE ACTIVITY 50 YARDS AND CLOSING…

CORPORATE POLICE ACTIVITY 10 YA—

A small blast was followed by the crash of the front door coming off its hinges. His ring hit the basin, rattling as it rolled around and down the open drain.

“Come out with your hands up! Come out—shit! Look what they did to him! Dear god…” The buzz of a dozen tazers more advanced than his own couldn’t cover the tremor in the pig’s voice. “Arms up! That’s an order!” 

Lucas’ comm hummed quietly, a constant vibration against his wrist now.

Auto-distress alert enabled. Contacting HQ in 30… 29… 28… 27…

“We have you surrounded!” Jackboots tromped down the old hardwood floors and came to a stop outside the locked bathroom door. Dust sprinkled from the hinges as they banged on it. “Come out or we’re coming in!”

Lucas turned off the water and watched the numbers tick before tapping Disable just as the distress call countdown hit 1.

His comm screen went dark and he wiped his hands on his pants. “Be out in just a mo’!” he sing-songed. Only Jan would’ve caught the hitch in his voice. Well, Pat, too, most likely. But they weren’t here to care.

He checked the mirror, drying his face and smoothing back his hair. He smiled at the dim but growing amber rings around his eyes, then turned and opened the door.

~

Rain and hail drummed against the hull, a syncopated beat that dragged Lucas from a deep sleep. He’d been dreaming of home again, of the boys chasing each other through the halls. Pat’s more Teddy Bear-than-Papa Bear warnings to slow down. Re promising Pat they’d try before erupting in laughter with Ro, a soft, calm laugh, nothing like his laughter the last time he’d seen him. 

Jan’s smooth hot toddy voice, spice and heat and comfort. His hand, ungloved, unshielded, carding through his hair. 

Lucas leaned back and shook his head to clear away the clingy wisps of dream from his mind.

But Jan’s voice only grew louder. 

-”We need to talk, Hesper. Where can I find you?”-

Amber light bled through his eyelashes and he smiled. -”Mmm… So formal, ma cheri,”- he purred back. -”And yet so rude! Not even a ‘good morning, how did you sleep? How would you like your tea?”-

Jan’s shield was strong, nothing but a faint buzz was his answer.

He was close. Lucas checked the local time. Technically morning, though the sun wouldn’t be up for hours. It had been winter when they’d met, too. He shook off the thought and lit up the room with his eyes. 

-”Is it actually morning where you are?”- Jan asked as though he didn’t know. As though he wasn’t close enough for Lucas to smell his cologne.

Or maybe he just imagined it.

-”I have risen with the light…” Lucas pushed a memory of Jan’s smiling face back at him, hair mussed and splayed out on his pillow. He wasn’t sure how much got through Jan’s shield. Or who he was trying to hurt more. -”Does that count as morning in your calculation?”-

-”I wish to speak with you, Hesper,”- he sent, dull and flat and cold.

Lucas checked the sensors. The others weren’t with him. Jan had actually come alone. He chewed at his lip. Whatever this was, the platform was already dotted with intent detonators. If this was some surprise attack, Lucas would soon know. He sighed, his curiosity getting the better of him, and he lowered the gangway. 

“Welcome aboard, ma cheri,” he called down the open ramp. An elegant shadow in grey and yellow stepped into view and Lucas bowed, one arm sweeping out. “Wipe your feet before you come up, s’il vous plaît. It’s simply filthy out there.”

Hurrying back to his bunk, he pushed up the platform to hide his bedding and flipped down both benches on either side of the little table where he ate and planned and built most of his tools. He started to sit, then rose again and dispensed two cups of hot water for tea, dropping in sachets from his dwindling stash and set them down across from each other.

By the time Jan turned the corner into the main area of the ship, Lucas was sat back, right arm hooked over the back rest, left leg crossed over the other, ankle to knee. He lowered orange-tinted lenses over his eyes and smiled.

“Welcome aboard,” he repeated, biting his cheek when he realized he’d already run through his script.

“You already said that,” Jan replied, voice smooth. Well, mostly smooth, with only a tiny catch at the end which could just be a bit of his old morning hoarseness. Jan’s mind was completely shielded—fuck he’d gotten good at that—but there was a twitch in his left pinkie and he hesitated before sitting. “I appreciate the hospitality,” he nodded before switching their cups and taking a slow sip from the one that had been in front of Lucas.

“Ah, ma cheri, you wound me…” He shook his head and took the other tea cup, blowing away the steam. “You still don’t trust me.” Lucas clucked his tongue, grateful he’d thought to don his glasses as his eyes burned in the attempt to keep his voice light. “Well?” He looked up over the lip of his cup between sips. “While your company is a pleasure as always…” They could both pretend Jan’s cheeks warmed from the heat of his tea. “You said you had something to discuss with me.”

Jan set down his cup and watched the steam rise. “To be completely honest with you, Luc, I’m not entirely sure why I’m here.”

All Lucas’ powers couldn’t stifle how much he wanted Jan to say his name again, how much he needed Jan to say his name again. He hid his face behind his cup and took another sip to buy time to settle his heart. “Interesting,” he murmured, cracked voice betraying him. Jan’s eyes shot up.

Lucas sat, silent and pinned down by his gaze, until Jan finally continued. “I suppose given everything that’s happened, I…” Jan addressed his cup, lifting it up for another slow sip. “I was so sure we’d done everything we could do to help Re. That we’d given him every safeguard, every protection possible. But…” He shook his head. “If I was wrong about that,” he whispered, more to himself than to Lucas. “What else have I been wrong about?”

“What’s happened?” Lucas leaned forward, reaching for Jan before he could even think to stop himself. “What’s wrong with Re?”

Jan leaned back, eyebrow raised, and sipped his tea. -”You don’t hear him?”- he asked silently.

Brow furrowed, Lucas closed his eyes and reached out. There was the buzz of Jan’s shield, a dark, staticy hole where his feelings should be. A couple asleep in their ship two platforms down. The rumble of families in the surrounding shelters. A little boy crying from a nightmare. And then…

Lucas gasped. Like finally noticing a song playing in the background, he suddenly registered the touch of Re’s mind in the distance. His cup clattered to the table and he leapt to his feet. Re! “You left him alone? Unshielded and alone and—”

“And happy,” Jan murmured to his cup, seated serenely across from him. “And not alone.”

Lucas slowly took his seat, stretching, feeling for any sense he could detect of Re’s thoughts over the distance. He’d moored this ship on the knife’s edge of his own abilities, near enough to hear everyone in HQ. Far enough he wouldn’t be too tempted to listen.

Re was completely unshielded but… he was calm. His thoughts rippled around him, gentle and rhythmic drops on a pond. Sleeping? Given the hour and the wordlessness of his thoughts, probably. A light sleep, no dreams yet, nothing that would trigger a strong emotional response at least. He was calm and content and… happy.

And Jan was right. Re was not alone.

“Is Ro—” He shook his head, answering his own question. No, if Ro had been with him, the boys most certainly would be up and making good trouble around—or outside—the house. No, he was with…

“He’s with Machina,” Jan answered.

“You left him alone with your twitchy bot?” Again, Lucas was on his feet, stomping toward the controls. “You trust him not to hurt him? I know you remember what hap—”

Jan followed and caught his arm, pulling him away from the pilot’s seat. His hand was warm through his gloves, gentle as it lingered on his forearm. “The Muse would never hurt Machina. Never intentionally.”

“I’m not talking about your fucking robot getting hurt! How do you know it won’t hurt Re?”

He never got to answer.

Lucas’ wrist buzzed half a second before a charge rocked the ship. “Get down!” he ordered and pushed Jan to the deck. Another blast hit the other side of the ship. 

The glow of his comm screen peeked out from under Jan’s sleeve and he pushed it back. Jan swore. “They’re close. Too many to count.”

Lucas nodded, shifting to tap at his own wrist. Bright white dots surrounded their location. The hull clanked, hurricane clamps tearing at the fuselage. “Damn.” 

Jan twisted beneath him, eyes wide and staring at his wrist. “You still wear your—”

He ignored the question and pushed to his feet before offering a hand to Jan. “You turned off your proximity alarm.”

“Had to,” he muttered, brushing imagined dust off his cloak. “It went off every day at the DC. Don’t avoid the question. Why do you still wear—”

Another blast rocked the ship. The corpos were getting bolder. And closer. A second blast was followed by a pained cry. They were now near enough to trigger the intent charges.

Lucas shook his head, eyeing the roof hatch. “We need to get out of here.”

The outer hull blew and jackboots tromped up the gangway, comms crackling. Lucas dropped the inner blast door just before they reached the top, then grabbed Jan and a pack. He sealed off the corridor from the inside just before the corpos entered the main control room.

They were now trapped inside the ship.

-“We need help,”- Jan corrected and pressed the HQ alert on his wrist. -“Now.”-

[lefthandedhotch]

HELLLOOOOO LINNNN🥰🥰🥰🥰 how are you? i hope you are great!!! i am Not!!! there was a flash flood warning here and there is a LEAK in my room ceiling i am very Sad about it :( it's a bit of a big one too :( needed three buckets to catch all the lil drops :( so of course i have thought up something sweet around that because i need it rn 🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔💔💔

your apartment has Several leaks coming in :/ you're groaning as you go around putting down mugs and bowls and tupperwares and pots to catch all the water (you put some of your plants underneath some too because at least they'll benefit from it😔😔😔) and all the water is contained but not your apartment is nearly unliveable, half of your cookware is on the ground and knowing your clumsy self, you'll trip over even the biggest pot, and the repairmen wont be able to come in for another few days :/ so you pack a couples days worth of clothes and head over to the person on the team who lives closest to you... hotch!!!🥰 you hope he doesnt mind (knowing him, he won't mind and knowing little jack, he Definitely isn't opposed to having one of his daddy's friends over🤩) so you drive over, park and rush into the cover of the lobby away from the Pouring rain, you take the elevator up and prepare to knock when you hear silly giggles from behind the door and your heart gets all 🥰💞 at the mental image of hotch being the sweetestttttt dad <3 you knock and hear "daddy!!! i wanna see!!! lift me up!!! lift me up!!! >:) !!!" you hear aaron chuckle and then..... "miss (y/n) :D !!!!! daaaaaaddddyyyyy open the dooorrrrrrrr" the door unlocks quickly and soon, in your arms a giggly crazy jack bug🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 you juggle him and your go-bag gor a couple seconds before aaron steadies you by taking your bag and letting you in as you say your hellos🥰🥰 aaron asks what you're doing here and you tell him your situation as he listens so intently and his eyes so full of understanding while jack goes running to get you a snack in the form of cookies he and aaron made🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰💞 he offers you a place to stay and jack comes back right at that exact moment he's so excited he almost drops the cookies🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰 that first night is so amazing, aaron and jack are the best sleepover buddies ever ever everrrrr and your heart is beating like CRAZY as you snuggle in super close next to hotch in a blanket fort with a snoring jack on your lap 🥺🥺💞💞💞💞💞🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 that night you're getting ready to sleep in the guest bedroom when you notice the AC doesnt work in that room and you go over to aaron's room to let him know you'll crash on the couch but he stops you and his head almost explodes at the sight of you in your lil pj shorts and shirt and he tells you he wont mind sharing his bed🥰🥰🥰🥰 you slide in bed and just Lay there as you fall asleep and in the morninggggggg you find yourself all snuggled up in aaron's armssssss🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💞💞💞💞💞💞 the room is cold from his working AC so a shivers runs up your spine and sleepily snuggle closer as aaron's arms tightens around you in his sleep🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 you've never been so happy about water leaks ever in your life as you are nowwww🥰🥰🥰🥰

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII JESS-JESS 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 nooooooooo i’m sorry you’re dealing with leaky problems :(((((( i’m sending you pots, buckets, super absorbent towels for the lil drops and sooooooo many forehead smooches 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕

your building is kinda Old so you’re pretty used to little leaks here and there when it rains but this is a Very Big storm :( and your roof just cannot handle it :( so as soon as you get all your buckets and pots and pans and tupperwares all set up and ready to catch all the little droplets they can hold, you start packing up a bag and figuring out where to go so you can stop being Damp 😔😔😔💔💔💔 hehehe meanwhile aaron is at home baking and having a sweet lil night with his baby boy and glancing out at the storm like :/ because he Knows how leaky your roof is after you’ve talked about it at work a bunch :( but just as he’s picking up his phone to text you and make sure you’re alright, there’s a knock on the door!!!!!!!!!!! and jack is begging to be held up to the peep hole to check who it is 🤭 and he can’t help the way his poor heart beats a lil quicker when jack gasps that it’s You at the door hehehe 🥰💕🦋🥰💕🦋🥰💕🦋🥰💕🦋

when aaron tucks jack into bed that night after he dozed off in the living room blanket fort, jack giggles all sleepily that he’s sooooooo happy you’re there and aaron smiles as he smooches jacks head and hums “me too, buddy” because he really really is :( he loves knowing that when you needed help, you came to him First 🥺 and he comes out of the room to find you with your pillow in your hand wearing your cute little jammies (that make his head Explode 🤭) looking like 😕 and he knows he would do Anything to make that look leave your face 🥺 after you get all cozy in his bed, you lay there and bask in the fact that it smells like him and that this is all really happening while he brushes his teeth and gets all ready for bed (your head explodes seeing him in his cute jammies too 🤭) before he slides under the covers and rolls on his side to face you so he can say goodnight 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 after you wake up in the morning in his cozy cozy arms and snuggle in even deeper to keep warm, you drift back off to sleep because it’s just so nice to be Held hehe but a little later you wake back up and find aaron watching you with the softest smile in the world and when he sees your eyes flutter open he murmurs “good morning” and you’re Positive that this is how you want to wake up every morning for the rest of your life 🤭🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕💕💕💗💗💗💗💗💗💗🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

[muppenthings]

hello please infodump about the space fairies

Anonymous asked: I wanna know more about the space fairies my ask inspired!

Gladly! :D

So, outer space is their natural habitat. They get their energy directly from sunlight, solar powered! Some scientists argue that they may even absorb space radiation. They have no digestive system; any byproducts from their metabolism is released as gas from their petal-like appendages. For those curious, it smells faintly like metal. They lack a respiratory system; there's a distinct lack of air in space after all and they don't need it. This also means they have no sense of smell. Since there is no medium for sound to travel in space, the fairies never evolved organs to hear with either.

So how do they communicate? By a form of telepathy. They have to touch the fairy, or human, that they want to communicate with. They "speak" through images and emotions. These images are very fleeting and humans may have a hard time interpreting their meanings. Human minds can also overwhelm a fairy unused to all the extra senses. The first human-fairy contact left the fairy in chock, overloaded by the amount of impressions. Sense of smell, taste and sound is all alien to the space fairies. It may take a fairy a while to get used to them, but most find them very intriguing once they do.

Space fairies live in large groups, refered to as "a circle". They form very strong bonds and love deeply. However if they dislike someone, their animosity runs just as deep. They hold grudges like no other.

Since there are no day or night cycles in space, fairies rest when tired. A circle of fairies will hold hands or tails in order to not drift away from each other.

They use telekinesis to propel themselves through space. This can be used to "fly" if they're visiting planets with gravity, like Earth. The average fairy can only use this ability on one thing at a time. If they want to pick something up they'll have to land and then lift the object.

Their bodies can handle extreme temperatues and radiation. They're also very resistant to blunt force. Any injuries are quickly sealed with a thick sap-like substance. They have excellent healing abilities and can even regrow limbs if given enough sunlight.

Some space fairies are enthralled by vibrations and are actively drawn to the source of them. It's not uncommon to find fairies perched on top of speakers while music is playing, they want to feel that sweet bass too.

[mykoreanlove]

I wanna know everything, all about you

Today was officially one of those days that made you wonder if you somehow turned into the universe’s public enemy. After dodging one catastrophe after the other you plummeted into your office chair, folded your hands above your head and let out a long, deep sigh.

Thoughts of quitting your job and pitying yourself were interrupted by the noise coming from your leather bag. You grabbed your phone and smiled wholeheartedly as you read the name on the screen: Jinyoung.

You wanted nothing more than to leave this shithole behind and jump into his muscular arms venting about the horrible day you had but you were very reluctant to do so. You haven’t been dating for that long and you were still insecure at times, wanting to keep your strong and non-vulnerable image alive. You rarely opened up about heavier topics, let alone cried in front of him. The fear of him leaving you once he figured out that you were no way near perfect was lingering in the back of your mind too often. You shook your body interrupting that train of thought, took a deep breath and answered the call.

Hello?, you said nervously. Jagiya! You felt his smile through the phone which melted your heart instantly. Jinyoung’s smile was the first thing you noticed about him when you two first met that day at the river. It was beyond easy to fall for that smile that turned his deep brown eyes into the shape of crescents, exposing his whiskers and turning him into the most adorable human to ever exist. I miss you. How is your day going?

You gulped. You hated lying, especially to him but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit what was going on. You tried your best to adapt to his chirpy energy and told him that your day was amazing, but full of work. Oh, really? Long night in the office then?

You felt your stomach churn but tried to remain calm. Yeah, there’s still a lot to do. In fact, I think I need to go now. You said your goodbyes and ended the call hastily, feeling worse than before. Since you couldn’t concentrate on work anyways you grabbed your bag and fled out of the office.

You hated lying and you hated your reasons for doing so even more. What kind of girlfriend were you? The kind to always assume the worst, the critical voice in the back of your mind reminded you. A deep sigh left your lips as you made your way home.

Living in Seoul was terrifying yet wonderful at the same time. You loved the architecture – walking through the streets at night was one of your favorite things to do. The city felt vibrant at night, full of lights, full of people. You loved the feeling of getting lost in the masses, of always discovering something new. The thought alone brightened your mood and you automatically found yourself going out the door again, not even bothering to bring your phone with you.

You wandered around aimlessly as you absorbed the lights, sounds and energies of the people around you. For a moment you forgot about the shitty day at work, the way you felt about lying to your boyfriend and all the other troubles occupying your mind. Not long after you came to a stop at your favorite place of the whole city: Han river.

You watched the light’s reflection on the water and relaxed – for the first time today you felt at ease. You sat down on a wooden bench and took it all in when someone sat down next to you.

Y/N.., you turned to your side facing the person next to you. Your eyes widened in shock as you realized who was calling out your name. Jinyoung, you whispered. Wanna explain what you’re doing here? Concerned eyes were looking at you, searching for the truth in your eyes, as well. You looked down at your hands which were folded on your lap, too ashamed to face him. Breathing deeply used to help with holding back tears but this time it failed you. Hey, Jinyoung’s voice softened as he put you into a strong embrace.

You managed to stabilize your breathing which luckily also stopped the crying. Jinyoung took your face into his hands while looking at you with the most loving gaze asking if you were okay. As you nodded your head, he wiped away the last tears and smiled at you. Let’s go, he took your hand in his, helping you to your feet while smiling his most radiant smile. Wha..? Your questioning look got interrupted by his playfulness. You’ll see, and with that he kissed you and dragged you along to his car.

Jinyoung tried to cheer you up on the ride home by telling you lame jokes and quizzing you on the most random stuff. He figured the more absurd, the better – anything really to put a smile on your face. As you both entered his flat you were greeted with the coziest pillow tent you have ever seen. Your eyes widened as you took it all in – several colored pillows, blankets and even fairy lights transformed his living room into a playground for lovers. You felt his breath on your neck as he whispered into your ear, Do you like it?

You turned around and swung your arms around his neck pulling him into a close kiss. I love this, you whispered softly. But why? Jinyoung frowned his forehead and looked at you seriously. He took your hand in his and guided you to the fort taking a seat on the plushy pillows. Y/N, you lied to me earlier, didn’t you? You felt the heat in your cheeks, hating to be confronted like that. You see, when I called you earlier, I could tell that something was wrong. You didn’t sound like yourself, and I sensed that something was troubling you. But you said you were fine. I figured you did not want to talk about it, he faltered, at least not with me. You saw the sadness in his eyes driving you crazy as upsetting him was the last thing you wanted to do. I figured that you needed something to cheer you up, so I built this. It’s okay if you don’t want to talk to me about it but I still want you to know that I am here for you.

His words touched you in a way you haven’t been touched before which resulted in you crying again. Before he could hug you again you spoke up and explained yourself. When you called earlier,  I wanted nothing more than coming home to you and vent about my stupid day and have you hold me in your strong arms and tell me that everything is going to be okay, you sniffled while looking down at your hands. But I couldn’t. You felt his hand grabbing your chin upwards and now facing him directly. Why not?

You took a deep breath and smiled shyly, because I don’t want you to think less of me. Jinyoung took your hands into his, looking at you dumbfoundedly. Why would I think less of you? 

Because I’m not perfect. I’m flawed. I have shitty days. I get mad. I cry. I feel like a victim and like nothing is going my way and I don’t want you to see me as a failure. I need to be perfect for you. Your eyes widened in shock as you realized what you just had said. Your boyfriend, if you could still call him that, still held your hands lovingly in his. You felt relieved yet at the same time on edge. What if this confession ruined it all? What if this was the end?

Y/N, baby, his eyes almost piercing through you. Are you afraid that I’m gonna leave you because you’re not perfect? Because listen, a broad smile formed on his lips, I’m not perfect, either. I have flaws, too. I have shitty days, too. I get mad, too. And I also feel like a failure at times, but I would never leave you because of that. I don’t need you to be perfect, I need you to be real.

You looked at him with wide eyes, clearly not anticipating this kind of answer. Jinyoung moved closer to you, now whispering almost inaudible, I like you exactly the way you are. In fact, I wanna know everything, all about you. The good, the bad, the ugly – all those things make you you and well, he chuckled, I am hella crazy about you. He leaned in for a kiss, just a pec to see if you were down for it.

When you felt him moving away from you, you grabbed his neck swiftly and pulled him on top of you while simultaneously laying down on the ocean of pillows. The kisses you shared were colored by longing, desperation even. It still frightened you to open up completely, but you were curious about it, too. Something about Jinyoung, the way he cared for you gave you safety. It felt like it was okay to jump because he was there to catch you. You broke the kiss and pushed him away from you. His dark eyes, now even darker filled with lust, looked at you questioningly. How did you find me?

He was now hovering over you leaning on his elbows giving you pecks on your nose. You really have no idea? As he was leaning in for another peck you placed your index finger on his lips. Tell me, loverboy, grinning widely, or no more kisses for you. His eyes widened in shock, Okay, okay, okay. Don’t do this to a man. You both laughed at his overly dramatic expression and then continued to stare into each other’s eyes. I drove over to your apartment because I wanted to kidnap you into my fort, you see. But you didn’t open up. You also didn’t answer your phone which made me think. You looked at him expectedly, surprised by his many efforts. Where would my beautiful girlfriend go when she’s clearly stressed out? He kissed your nose. Where would she go if she needed a place to relax and collect herself? Another peck on your left eye. Where would she hide? Followed by a kiss on your right eye. Since it wasn’t me, I figured that it must be another place that gives you comfort and security. And if I were in your shoes, I would have gone to Han river because to me that’s what that place represents.

You looked at him doubtingly. It does? Jinyoung smiled again, Yes, at Han river I found the thing that gives me the most comfort and security. That’s where I found, you interrupted him by blurting out ME!

[localplaguenurse]

Pantalone Health Headcanons

This is a smorgasbord of headcanons about how fucked up pants' health would be. Most of them are inspired by @madamemachiko's pants fics/headcanons and the fic Alien Blues on ao3. Those two are my favourite flavours of Pantalone and they have permanently become part of my mental image for him.

I did my best research wise but I'm not an expert so I'm open to corrections/insight, and also wanna hear your thoughts!

ANYWAYS discussions of starvation and health complications

Starvation and diet

As a child on the streets he would either have no access to food or only access to scraps

He would go through long periods without sufficient nutrition and as such developed starvation ketoacidosis, which burned through all his body fat and ate away at his muscle mass as well. 

He’s also almost died of refeeding syndrome once or twice, which is when you overload your body with too many calories/nutrients after a period of starvation. 

To this day his body still cannot properly metabolize. He puts on weight very easily and it is difficult to gain muscle mass.

I wouldn’t say he’s fat or pudgy, no no, but because his body naturally clings onto all the fat it can get, he doesn’t exactly have a sculpted, defined body, and is kinda soft as a result. The only “definition” he has is his bonier features and whatever muscle he has managed to develop. 

This, combined with a sensitive stomach from years of eating… dubious meals, means he is very particular with portion control and dietary restrictions. Some meals he has developed an intolerance/inability to digest, and others he simply can’t stomach as they remind him of worse times. 

It has gotten better as he can a) afford food, and b) afford medical treatment, but by this point he’s accepted that this is just how his body is going to be for the rest of his life. 

He takes supplements, vitamins, and medicine to cover anything he’s missing as a result of his restrictions. 

Bonus: I headcanon Pantalone doesn’t actually care much for bougie dishes. His favourite foods are actually the really, really, really cheap meals he could barely afford when he was younger. They would have been the only hot fresh meals he could get his hands on aside, and they provide a sense of security and warmth. He would never admit he likes commoner meals, though, so whenever he’s asked what he likes, he defaults to whatever fancy dish he can think of off the top of his head. 

Stress and illness

Pantalone doesn’t have a canon age, I personally hc him as like 27 at the youngest, but regardless of how old you think he is, he has spent his entire life Stressed and there’s no way he isn’t suffering from it

Maybe the white is his hair is from his age, depending on your headcanon age for him, but a lot of it is from the stress of constantly working himself to the limit

He would never admit this, but he actually has a significant amount of white hair, he just dyes it black to hide it. He keeps the one streak because it makes him look sexy- I mean, it looks charming.

He also constantly suffers from migraines, especially when he’s trying to meet a deadline. He takes medication to counter it, but it can only do so much. 

They can get so bad that his eyes start to hurt, his vision blurs and he starts getting dizzy

He’s susceptible to respiratory infections, namely he is asthmatic and at risk of catching pneumonia. He’s had too many close calls as a child.

His heart is also at risk due to the aforementioned stress and disease that has plagued him since his youth. 

Similar to his diet, he is able to manage all of his conditions now that he can afford top of the line medical care, but he’ll never be 100% and he knows he has to work around that.

The cold weather of Snezhnaya is not good for him, if he’s outside for too long he starts to get short of breath because of the asthma.

He will also neglect sleep and hunger if he gets too absorbed in his work, he would actually work himself to death if you let him.

In spite of this, he carries on like nothing is wrong. He’s smiling, going about his day, attending meetings with his fellow harbingers and filling out paperwork for the Northland Bank like it’s nothing. He refuses to let the mask slip, no matter how bad his health issues can get.

It helps that he also has a pretty good self care routine to maintain his porcelain complexion and silky hair. Helps with the illusion that Everything Is Fine.

[69misato69]

Ceasefire (Kaveh x Alhaitham) ✦ 2k, smut

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kaveh gets a little too flirty at the tavern and haitham is not having it

cw: slight overstimulation, anal fingering, anal sex, consensual penetrative unprotected gay sex, no lube, ejaculation

Top Kaveh x Bottom Alhaitham

writer's note: explicit +18 content, please view at your own risk. thank you, have fun !

“For you, sir. Courtesy of the kind gentleman over there.” The waitress pointed at the table in the corner. This was the fifth round of drinks that were treats from other customers at the tavern, not to mention the plates of food and fruit bowls stacked to the side of the table. Kaveh smiled towards the man, him raising his glass in delight. 

“Why the long face? I’m getting free drinks for both of us, so drink up.” Kaveh babbled. Alhaitham’s head was aching from rolling his eyes all evening, “They’re for you, not me. I’m not the one blowing around kisses and twirling my hair.” Kaveh laughed slyly, though the Grand Scribe had been complaining all throughout the servings he still brought the cup to his lips, murmuring under his breath, “You’re so easy.” 

“Just because you wanna waste away your beauty with that frown, doesn’t mean everyone else should too.” Kaveh rested his elbow on the table and his cheek on his right palm, gazing into his roommate’s eyes. 

“I promise you, it’s not that deep.”

“No, I agree. It’s not deep at all, you’re just jealous.”

“Jealous of you? Don’t make me laugh.”

“Oh, you’re not? Then you wouldn’t mind if I went to sit with that kind gentleman for a bit? These drinks were very expensive after all.”

Alhaitham gulped, clearing his throat before speaking, “Why would I mind? We’re just two roommates, aren’t we?” he could feel Kaveh’s gaze upon him but he refused to form eye contact, pupils fixated on the pattern of the cup in his hand. “I’ll head home, Kaveh. We don’t have a tab to pick up anyways. Have fun.” he got up from his seat, heading for the door with zero expectations of the blonde following him. 

He entered their shared home, though it was a chilly summer night, the house kept warm with the walls absorbing the sunlight all day. He washed up, stripping down to his underwear before he got into bed. Mental and physical exhaustion gradually came over Alhaitham’s body, he hated that no matter how tired, his brain still had the energy to think about Kaveh. 

“Asshole.” he said to himself, images of the night popping up into his head. Though it was very annoying, he couldn’t help but think how beautiful Kaveh looked, his hair flowing without the restraint of the clips he had all day, golden locks being twirled around his slender fingers. He could still hear it, how Kaveh pretended to say something and instead moaned and whimpered in his ear while Alhaitham’s hand slipped inside his pants in the dim-lit tavern without anyone noticing. 

Mere glimpses from a few hours ago, but of course he had to go ahead and ruin it. In the deafening silence of his own empty room, he heard the key turn in the main door, followed by the floor creaking. “Are you asleep, Haitham?” Kaveh’s voice protruded from the wooden bedroom door. No answer, the blonde peaked inside the room, finding his roommate wide awake with his arms crossed. “Oh, you gave up on your customer?” Alhaitham jested.

“Are you implying that I’m a whore?”

“I wasn’t implying.”

“Come on, don’t be like that.” Kaveh slithered into the bed, settling on Alhaitham’s lap while the taller man maintained the same cold expression, refusing to acknowledge his presence. Kaveh’s fingers trailed over his exposed shoulders and collarbones, he carefully examined the light bouncing off from the crevices, the shadows almost strategically enhancing the beauty of his muscles. 

Kaveh couldn’t resist pressing a deep kiss onto his neck, his warm breath hovering over the soft skin. Alhaitham felt a shiver run down his spine as he fought giving in to the tingling sensation, he was determined not to give Kaveh the satisfaction. His kisses kept trailing up and down in an attempt to draw a reaction out of the Grand Scribe, but he maintained his composure. “Can I make it up to you? I’ll let you do whatever you want.” Kaveh spoke into his ear seductively. 

“I don’t wanna touch you.”

“But you played with me under the table all night.”

“I changed my mind.”

“That’s a shame… Would you like me to touch you instead?”

Alhaitham felt his face heat up, he was speechless for a mere second, but before he could speak, the blonde pulled away and stared at his blushing cheeks. Kaveh was used to their fast-paced bickering, tossing the arguments around and debunking them in the matter of seconds, it was extremely rare that Alhaitham would fail to fabricate a comeback, so why had he paused, with rosy cheeks and the slightly softened, now a tad bit worried expression?

Kaveh smirked, it was such a small moment, but the nuance had sealed his victory, “Oh, so that’s your problem. I’ll gladly take care of it.” the blonde sank even more on his hips. Alhaitham scoffed, “You’re my problem, Kaveh.”

Regardless, he was getting harder the more his roommate grinded on him. He felt blood rush to his lower abdomen, heart racing faster with every passing second. “Your body is telling me otherwise.” Kaveh stated with an impertinent tone. He got off the taller man’s lap, settling on his knees right beside him and snuggling close to his chest. Alhaitham, no matter how much he was struggling, maintained eye contact as Kaveh’s hand trailed inside his underwear. 

He slipped one finger in, seeing that there was no opposition. He examined Alhaitham’s mimics, looking for a sign of pleasure or surprise, but he was terribly good at controlling his expression. Not a single muscle moved as Kaveh added another finger, and shortly after even a third. The only noticeable difference was the growing erection between his thighs. 

“Want to lube me up?” Kaveh asked slyly, Alhaitham rolled his eyes, if there was one thing he would never do right now, it was sucking Kaveh off. The blonde chuckled, “Alright, it’s your funeral.” 

“You’re not talking to me?” Kaveh kept trying his luck. Alhaitham continued to look at him daringly, not making a single sound as Kaveh’s fingers explored his insides diligently, stretching the walls and prepping him. He pulled away, the smug grin now replaced by a frustrated expression, “Brat. I’ll fuck that attitude out of you.” he swiftly rose to his knees and lined up with his roommate’s entrance. 

Alhaitham’s brows furrowed. He wanted to cuss Kaveh out so badly, wanted to tell him what a shithead he had been all night, most days in fact. But that would only turn him on more. So he kept quiet, but it was taking everything he had. The veins on his forehead were throbbing, his wrists hurt from squeezing his fists for so long. Some part of him really wanted to let go, allow Kaveh to take care of him, as irritating as he got, he was dangerously good at making Alhaitham feel good. 

“Still silent? Come on, I wanna hear you moan for me.” Kaveh pushed the tip in slowly. Before it was even halfway in, Alhaitham had closed his eyes, trying to distract himself from how good it felt, they fitted each other perfectly, like two puzzle pieces, Kaveh’s hands roamed his thighs and hips, feeling the pulsation, no matter how much Alhaitham tried, Kaveh could very easily tell that he was burning up with desire. 

Tired of trying to break him down, Kaveh decided to plunge deep inside him in one go, Alhaitham’s eyes first unveiled, than widened at the sudden intrusion as he gasped loudly, his sentences were broken up by Kaveh’s thrusts, his incoherent words finally fusing into needy moans. It was past the point of return, but it just simply felt too good. Kaveh put his hand on the bed to the side of Alhaitham’s head, towering over him with a grin, “Finally. You can’t behave for shit until I’m 8 inches deep.”

Alhaitham wanted to object, but everytime he tried to talk Kaveh picked up the pace, teasing him verbally without allowing him to answer. “If you could stop being a stuck-up, stubborn idiot maybe we wouldn’t fight as much, don’t you think so, Haitham?” he slowed down, both of them grunting and breathing heavily. 

Alhaitham opened his mouth, before he could speak he felt Kaveh push into his prostate, still going slow, with every thrust he went in deeper, “Look at you now, a pretty slut that deserves to be filled up.” he purred, stuffing him all the way and holding the position for nearly half a minute, all of his weight pressuring the most sensitive spot on Alhaitham’s body. 

“Kaveh…” he sounded so desperate, tears pooling around his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. The blonde cupped his cheek, “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.” he jested. “I wasn’t j—Ah!” Kaveh pulled away and thrusted back in the middle of the sentence, “Okay, fine. I was.” Alhaitham redacted. 

“The world may be oblivious, but we know whom I belong to, Haitham. One way or another I’ll end up in your arms, I’m sure you know that.” 

“Then—start acting like it.”

“Why does it bother you so much?”

“Shut up.”

“Spill it, or I’ll stop.”

Alhaitham sighed in exasperation, his mind was fogged up, torn between pleasure and anger. He struggled to speak in between growls and grunts while the blonde kept railing him viciously. “Kaveh, you—fucking dumbass. It bothers me because you’re whoring around all the fucking time and I’m the one that has to endure it. Tell me, why do I have to watch a drunk piece of shit grab your ass or send you drinks, or—call you disgusting nonsense? Do you not see them eyeing you up and down and licking their lips, or are you playing dumb?”

Kaveh’s grin widened the more his roommate ranted, his chest heaving trying to contain himself. Kaveh could get off solely on Alhaitham squirming and yelling if he wanted to. He didn’t answer, allowing the Grand Scribe to reach the conclusion on his own. “You’re just doing it to piss me off, aren’t you?” Alhaitham hissed. Kaveh’s laugh filled the room, “It’s simply too fun.” 

“Next time you decide to play these stupid games with me, go sleep in someone else’s bed.”

“Ah… But then who’s gonna pound you all night?” 

Kaveh leaned in, leaving a mere inch between their faces, “Who’s gonna take care of my good boy if I’m gone, hm?”

“Shut the fu—” He got cut off when Kaveh encased his lips with his own, the tip of his dick reaching even further back when their chests touched. His tongue slid inside, absorbing and muffling the sounds that escaped Alhaitham’s mouth. “Fuck… H—hurts.” he whined, though still grinding up at the blonde. 

Kaveh grabbed a handful of his hair and pinned his head to the bed, “Good. You like it?” he growled hungrily. Alhaitham affirmed, too euphoric to talk at the moment, his entire body was convulsing with pleasure. “Of course you do… Always so perfect for me.” Kaveh generously abused all the sensitive areas on his neck with his teeth and lips. “I’ll take better care of you.” he mewled against Alhaitham’s ear, “My precious flower, I promise.”   

“Kaveh…” Alhaitham would hate to hear these unless he was this needy and flustered, but right now it felt amazing, he wanted Kaveh’s praise, all of it. His attention and affection, the hungry gaze in his eyes as he devoured every corner of Alhaitham’s body, he needed all of it. He didn’t know how to exist without it, severely addicted to Kaveh’s presence, his warmth next to him on the bed, his snarky remarks all throughout his day, his lips over Alhaitham’s the second they came home from work.  

Kaveh was such a casual component of his day, yet everything about him was unbelievably special. From his usual daring self to this demanding yet soft side, Alhaitham adored every part of him, even the things he liked to complain about. Kaveh looked at him affectionately, “I love watching you unfold under me, you look delicious.” his low, velvety tone was sending an electric current down Alhaitham’s spine. His skin was covered in bite marks and hickeys, lower body coated in his precum as he chased his own release. 

Kaveh was close as well, they could both read each other’s body language almost flawlessly. The sparkle inside Kaveh’s eyes was growing fainter, brows now raised while Alhaitham’s grip on the sheets became tighter, his eyes were almost closed, catching a slight glimpse of Kaveh’s blonde hair as he held Alhaitham close, a few more thrusts before they released almost simultaneously.  

And it finally felt calm, Alhaitham blissfully sinking into his arms as the night drew near an end. Kaveh loved peace, with his beloved in their cozy abode. But ironically enough, if there was anything he liked more than peace, it was chaos. 

[vurlient]

TW: body dysmorphia ;_;

(Currently having an art block, so here’s what I’d like to share. Maybe you guys can get something off of this, it’s just my personal experience though, but I’d really appreciate it if it does)

A wordy, self realization, I guess:

Growing up I’ve always disliked physical touch, or specifically, at least not wanting to be hugged. I often feel uncomfortable knowing my body is so close to, say, a friend or a family member. Pressing my own skin and weight, leaning into theirs, felt like another reminder that’s like “oh wow, this is what it actually feels like being hugged” to “I wonder if my body feels comfortable enough for them”.

All my life, I’ve always been so self conscious about my body image. From being chubbier than my sibling, becoming skinner, then becoming chubbier again. Please, please understand that being ‘chubby’ or ‘fat’ is not a negative, in fact, it’s healthy, and normal! I just want to emphasize that.

It’s just that in my case, I was young and gullible. (8yrs old), at first I didn’t really mind the comments or words that people throw at me, from my classmates, teachers, and other relatives. They were just saying those words lightly, harmless in a way. Then I continued growing up, with my friends, they also started changing, puberty and stuffs. It hit me hard knowing that my body is constantly changing, I felt like a blob of mesh, like my body playing the dice with the number of my own weight. Didn’t want to look at the mirror, using old photos of myself, too embarrassed to take new pictures. I hid the fact that this stemmed a self hatred against myself, accepting that I will never truly achieve the ‘supposed look’ like kids my age back then. Tall and proportionate.

I tried and tried to change my physical appearance, so much so that I begin to look for ways to instantly look good and to possibly feel good about myself. Started to play sports, and it did actually help manage my weight, then the pandemic started. Moved to a new town, drafted off my trainings, just to be overwhelmed by my own thoughts, again.

Often what comes to their mind, when they think of me, it’s someone who’s just a teeny bit overweight. I was ashamed of hearing that, never got the motivation to love myself for being only that. I slowly looked up celebrities/artists/etc who have at least some similarities with my situation, gave me a bit of hope, but regardless I never had the confidence like them. I started to meet new people, knowing them, getting close to them, and together expressing our own situations, emotions and interests.

I felt heard, and simply just understood, it kind of isolated me from my thoughts you know? I guess it just takes a lot of time for me to absorb advices, especially when it comes to my body image. It was never easy for me to accept that everything changes, I instead resorted to blaming myself because I think why I do about things. But gradually, I learned a thing or two and just further improve myself, maybe find new hobbies, interests, talents, whatever I could get my hands on. I distracted myself from thinking intrusive thoughts, and I just really wanted to feel comfortable with myself. On the internet, watching shows/medias, finding characters who I can relate to.

Right now, I am still in the process of loving myself, I am thankful that I had people who were always there to listen, throughout my vents and ranting... Taking notes of my weight, eating and working out and stuff.

(just a 15y 5’0 guy currently 47kg)

Everyday shouldn’t be always sunshines and rainbows, some days you’d wanna just lash out and cry, and that’s normal.

It’s never late to love yourself, people will care and will love you, even if you think otherwise. There are a lot of things you can be great at, maybe not at that one thing you always wanted, but you will eventually. I learned things the hard way, and it’s unhealthy, everyone is important, their emotions are too.

If you’re wondering, if I had anorexia, I don’t, I never wanted to. (But even if I did, most people in my country wouldn’t think of it as a serious disorder way back.) I didn’t want to waste my parent’s cooking, and didn’t want to bother them.

Alright, it’s a long read, but thanks for taking the time reading this. I really do appreciate it. Mutuals or not, I wholeheartedly thank you.

[smol-stardust]

Finally finished reading Stormbringer and dang, that was so excilarating from the plot to the characters. It's so freaking good.

have some post-reading brainrots (SPOILERS)

Dazai lives in a.... shipping container?? I really shouldn't be surprised about anything I hear about this man but here I am going "HUH?"(Important question: Does he still live in a shipping container?)

I need an image of Dazai spinning from a pole

Wanna give Chuuya a hug, he's been through too much 🥺

Desperate for more info on the mafia and their inner workings

LMAO at Dazai wanting to die and suddenly being like "Bish, no, I don't wanna meet you in the afterlife" and gains all the motivation ever.

Rimbaud and Verlaine 🥺

Soo, does Verlaine and Chuuya ever interact again or??? on the one had, I want them to bond, on the other hand, Verlaine did kill Chuuya's friends, I'm getting mixed emotions.

Give us more deets on Adam's new android partner!!

May have earned more science than I absorbed in class

Asagiri sensei, feel free to drop the next Chuuya centred novel any day you want.

Harukawa sensei's drawings are always so pretty😩

Also: The angst floodgates have opened, there's so much potnetial here for me to write angsty fics. Assuming I get past the WIP stages of things. But srsly, why was the novel so good and why am i so sad that I finished it?

[snowangeldotmp3]

Can you just…ramble about romy ronance and explain everything? I know absolutely nothing about X-men but I’m seeing the art and I know your ronance ideas are always killer so I am confused yet invested at the same time

of course anon!! i’ll have to admit this one isn’t very well thought out and all in good fun, but the idea of romy ronance is so intriguing to me

so! romy is the ship between rogue and gambit in the marvel comics. rogue and gambit are both mutants. rogue's mutant power is that she can absorb someone else's powers and memories through touch alone. she once held on too long to captain marvel (carol danvers) and permanently absorbed her powers of flight, super strength, and near invulnerability. when rogue absorbs memories and whatnot it's basically like. that person living inside her head. rogue put her first boyfriend in a coma (accidentally!!) when her mutant powers manifested. rogue is also known for calling everyone "sugar" bc shes a Southern Gal(tm) from mississippi! in the comics tho it's often written as "sugah" bc they wanna make sure people know it's a southern accent lolol

gambit's powers are related to kinetic energy manipulation. he can charge inanimate objects and essentially make them into bombs. he can also resist telepathic attacks (which is. very useful in the xmen universe.) he also has like, a hypnotic charm as part of his abilities but that's just like, a cherry on top thing. he's also cajun, and a former member of the thieves guild, but you don't need to know any of the thieves guild stuff for romy ronance

anyway. rogue and gambit have a very sweet relationship. they genuinely care for each other and they really do love each other. just so much. it's already frustrating enough for rogue to not be able to touch anyone (hence the gloves and why she often covers gambit's mouth with her hand and then kisses the back of her hand--and why she's always covered up!) and with gambit it's just a touch more frustrating bc she wants to kiss him!! but she can't!!! she has to be so careful and so methodical to ensure the fact that she does NOT make skin to skin contact with anyone--that includes just a brush of skin. like bumping into someone.

but rogue and gambit have very fun pet names for each other. gambit's favorite is "chère." my personal favorite that rogue uses is "swamp rat" (lovingly).

there's a lot of things im not going into here just because we'd literally be here all day if i continued any more rogue and gambit lore.

now onto the ronance stuff:

nancy as rogue to me makes the most sense just because. trauma. and also the meticulous attention to things. but mostly trauma (and you knowwww it's barb related, babey!)

im not gonna lie. gambit robin came to me just because robin knows french (and spanish and italian etc etc) but i got the mental image of robin calling nancy "chère" and thus, romy ronance was born. plus i've been like. neck deep in xmen stuff since i finished watching xmen '97 a few months ago (which is a phenomenal show, btw. definitely recommend) other than that i can't really explain it. ronance is just so romy coded... to me. rogue and gambit are both very like. ride or die. which is another ronance quality. and rogue specifically is like. i don't know how to explain it. but there's just a overlapping nancy quality there somewhere...

obviously i don't think nancy is exactly like rogue and i don't think robin is exactly like gambit, but there are some parts of those characters that really do just. make sense for the two.

anyway, i hope this was helpful and if you have any more questions anon, feel free to ask!!