#only now I can’t just call it a wasted day and sleep through the pain

[harmonizewithechoes]

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[ddejavvu]

anakin being so pussy drunk that he cant sleep bc he didn’t fuck you at least once that day but you’ve already gone to sleep. he can’t help himself seeing you all so pretty and peaceful sound asleep that he doesn’t even bother to wake you up just sinks his cock in without a second thought.

does anyone know where to get a wet floor sign cause i gushed

obvious cw for somnophilia, very quick and fleeting mention of anal (no actual activity), don't like don't read.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

His cock is already hard from the moment he steps through the door- perhaps if he hadn't spent the elevator ride thinking about sinking it into your wet, warm cunt, he wouldn't be so inconvenienced.

But it's hard, and aching, and only getting worse, so he sheds his Jedi garb as quickly as humanly possible. A belt here, a tunic there, boots sloppily discarded by the door. By the time he gets to your bedroom he's wearing only an undershirt and briefs, but he disposes of the thin cotton shirt in the doorway.

You're sleeping. Illuminated gorgeously by the two of four moons that are visible from Coruscant's surface. They spill a pale halo of light around your sleeping form that catches on your sleek satin gown, pools deliciously in the space just beneath your thighs where the chub of your ass takes over and- Anakin's even stiffer.

It's a gift from whatever god Anakin unconsciously believes in. Whether it's a local legend from his days on Tatooine, or the will of the Force, some higher power has shed ethereal light on your body, and Anakin feels called to indulge in its divine gift.

You're laid out on your stomach with one knee tucked up to your side, and an arm thrown beneath your ribs to offset the heft of your breasts. You complain about pain when you lie on your stomach for too long- Anakin's surprised that you're sleeping like this. But he is not complaining, not when it offers him a perfect view of the gentle curve of your mound that rests between your thighs, parted to offer your leg enough room to bend the way that it does.

His cock begs for your pussy, tearing and ripping and struggling against the fabric of his briefs, and when he yanks them down his thighs his cock springs so tightly that it hits his stomach, leaving a sticky smear there.

No matter - things will get messier.

Anakin can't spot a wet stain on the pad of your panties, but it's no matter. He can supplement until your body catches up. He retrieves a bottle of lube from your bedside drawer- almost empty, seriously, do you guys fuck that much? -and pools some on his palm, stroking his dick with it so that it smears over his length.

He has to be careful not to work himself up too much with his own hand- no self-achieved orgasm will ever be as good as what he'll experience in your cunt.

His dick is properly slicked now, but he squirts a generous stream of the stuff onto your cunt once he pulls back your panties, unable to resist the urge to spread it through the split of your ass.

That's not the hole he's going for tonight, but he's never been able to keep his hands to himself.

Hands braced on either side of your body- one slick with lube - he leans his weight on the mattress, and draws his wet hand back to his cock. He needs no help after the initial guidance of the first thrust, and once he's gently pushed his cock through your artificially slickened entrance, he huffs out a sigh that blows hot against your back. The slip you're wearing is low-cut enough that the heat hits your bare skin, and he's not sure if it's the penetration or the sudden gust of air that makes you shiver.

You let out a strangled moan- something between surprised and pleasure, and Anakin is relived to feel his cock sliding smoothly through your cunt. You nag him about wasting lube; he's a very generous pour, but if it means you're feeling pleasure and not discomfort, he'll empty the whole bottle.

He dips down to kiss your cheek, his broad shoulders flexed against his muscled back- not that you're awake to enjoy it.

"Shh, s'okay angel," He groans, drawing in a shaky breath as he drags his hips backwards, pushing in once more to the heat of your cunt, "It's- it's okay, I just- agh, I need this. Just- let me have this, angel, let me- let me take it."

[etherealxwitch]

Demon

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Incubus!Eddie comes crawling to your room just like every other night

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), slight cnc, somno, name calling, choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, no aftercare, angst if you squint

WC: 1.2K

(never really wrote anything like this before, enjoy)

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Eddie snuck into your room for the fifth time this week, just like clockwork. 

You’re asleep like always, your shirt hiked up above your stomach. The only light coming from the moon, shining right where there was a tiny wet spot forming on your panties. What could you possibly be dreaming of? 

Eddie drooled just looking at you. He couldn’t wait to have you, couldn’t wait to wake you up from his cock using your pretty cunt.

“You look so precious,” Eddie’s fingers glided over your exposed legs. He softly hummed to himself when he felt how soft and supple your skin was, perfect for gripping. “Been aching all day to ruin you.” 

You stirred in your sleep, feeling the touch of him. You didn’t wake though, just rolled over, giving Eddie a full view of your covered pussy. 

Eddie could feel his jeans tighten, his cock throbbing at the small sight of your swollen clit through your panties. He wanted to get down on his knees, wrap his plump lips and toy with your clit, but he need to bury his cock inside your cunt more. 

“Bet you were expecting me.” He hand slid further up your leg, resting on your thigh. “Knew I’d be coming and that’s exactly why you wore these skimpy panties.” 

Slowly, Eddie pulled your panties down your legs. He couldn’t help but let out a groan when he saw just how wet you were. 

Your wetness is strung between your cunt and your panties, it shining softly in the moonlight. If Eddie were to guess, he’d say you were dreaming of him right now and that’s what got you so wet, so needy. 

“Oh, baby.” His thumb ghosted over your clit, causing your breath to hitch for a small moment. “Did the thought of me do this to you?” 

He knew you weren’t going to answer, and that was part of the fun.

Eddie can’t love someone, that’s just who he is. His goal is to break someone, make it to where they need him to feel safe and happy, then leave. To seduce and destroy. When it comes to you, though, you make it hard on him. He was a sex demon, an Incubus, it was what he was known as. 

“I can’t wait to use you,” he tossed your panties over his shoulder before quickly taking off his pants and boxers in one swift move. He didn’t care about his shirt, wanting to get inside you as quickly as possible. 

Eddie’s cock was leaking with precum and throbbing so hard that it was almost painful. 

Not wanting to waste a minute more, he spread your legs and pulled you closer to him, his cock now waiting at your soaked hole. The tip of his cock barely slid in, stretching you open before your eyes slowly opened. You looked right up at him, innocence all over your face. 

“There’s my pretty girl,” he watched your face contort from confusion to pleasure, the rest of his cock sliding perfectly inside your cunt, sucking him in. “Fuck, baby. I’ve missed this.” 

“E-Eddie… oh my god.” You were still half asleep, but that didn’t stop the pleasure from flooding your body. You felt him from your head to your toes. “Been waiting for you.” 

He chuckled, leaning his face down until his nose was touching yours. “I can tell.” 

Eddie pulled out before slamming back in, his heavy balls hitting against your ass. 

“Your cunt needed me, huh?” 

Your toes curled as you squeezed your eyes shut. He had barely started and already you could feel your orgasm building up inside you. 

“Uhuh- yes, I needed you so bad,” you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, if that was possible. “Ached for you.”

His rough hand wrapped around your throat, your eyes opening to look into his darkened ones. “Isn’t that cute?”

The squeeze of his hand around your throat and the way his cock was pounding your cunt had your head spinning. Your bed shook beneath you and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls. This was what you looked forward to the whole day and now you were lost in Eddie. 

“Please, kiss me.” You reached up and wrapped a hand around his neck, pulling him so your lips barely touched his. “Please…” 

Eddie couldn’t resist you, not when your cunt clenched around his cock. 

The kiss was messy, teeth clanking together and tongues rubbing against one another, but neither of you could ask for anything more. 

“You’re taking me so well,” you could feel each part of Eddie’s cock, each vein. 

“More, I want more.” Eddie was already giving you so much, but you craved more. 

Swiftly, Eddie flipped you over. Your ass now in the air and your head pressed into the soft pillows below you. 

“You want more?” Eddie fucked you at a hard and rough pace. So hard that you could barely breathe, your lungs felt like that were on fire. “This what you fucking wanted? God damn, such a tight cunt.” 

“Yes! Just like that.” Your thighs shook as you reached for something to steady yourself on, it felt like you were floating. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Eddie pulled your body up by your hair, your head leaned back against his shoulder. “You gonna make a mess on my cock? Gonna make me cum deep inside your cunt?” 

All you could do was nod your head, you could barely form a thought. Eddie’s cock was the only thing you could focus on. 

“Focus on me.” Eddie pulled your hair harder, trying to bring you back to reality. 

“Please cum inside me.” You reached up to his hand that was still around your throat and held onto it. “N-need it to drip out of me, make a mess on my sheets.” 

“Dirty slut.” Eddie’s hand left your hair and trailed down the front of your body, stopping right when he reached your clit. 

He applied the perfect amount of pressure, rubbing such fast circles that it made your vision go white. 

“Oh- Eddie!” Your body slumped forward, your  whole body shaking. You could feel yourself cum around Eddie’s cock, the squelching sound barely audible over the way you screamed his name. “So fucking good, fuck!”

“Yeah?” The clenching of your cunt had Eddie throwing his head back. He couldn’t hold it any longer and with your cum dripping down his cock, how could he? 

Eddie had never cum so hard before, his whole body going stiff as his came into your cunt. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. He only groaned and held your body still. 

Eddie slowly pulled out and watched as your and his mixed cum dripped out of you, flowing down your thigh, right to the sheets. “You got what you wanted, pretty girl.” 

Your body was limp, laying flat on the bed. “T-thank you.” 

Behind you, Eddie smirked and got dressed. “You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart.” He wanted to get out of there before you asked for something else. 

He walked over to the side of the bed and kissed your forehead. “I’ll be back.” 

You reached a tired hand for him, but before you could reach him, he was already out the window. Your body still ached for him, still needs him close, but you knew you could never have that.

[star-girl69]

My Heart Never Knows

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: i just wanted to clarify that yes, we are jumping around, but things like kisre having her seizure and the tulkun returning are still gonna happen. i hope you all enjoy!!

(also i think that for this series that jake’s favorite thing to do is to sleep with y/n like literally just on top of him like babygirl wants to be SUFFOCATED)

warnings: swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Fourteen- We Are Storms

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“Mama? Can I please go to the beach with Kisre?”

Your mother was sort of everything all at once. A mediator, an aggressor, a lover, a fighter. You thought she was so much like you. You thought the two of you were storms, the eyes matching, swirling the same way.

But, you were not born first. Unless your sister died, you would never amount to anything in her eyes. You would never be Tsahìk, never hold a position of power beyond being Ronal’s sister, her daughter.

And for that reason, she thought, why waste her time on you?

Maybe she saw it as a mercy, to let you live how you pleased, while your sister was stuck inside training.

Maybe she just did not like you. You were not even the spare- you were simply just there.

Not too big, not too small, taking up just the right amount of attention and space. Sweet and kind, a good friend like Kisre to keep you occupied. Keep you away from disrupting.

She looks up from the bowl she is stirring, while Ronal stands next to her, eyes watering in the face of the steaming pot.

“Yes,” she says, only sparing you a glance. “Be back before eclipse.”

Then, as if snapped out of a trance, Ronal looks up.

“Can I go too? Please, Mama? You said I made that healing tonic perfectly.”

Now, your mother looks at Ronal, staring at her as if she is the stupidest girl on the planet.

“There is always more to learn.”

Kisre frowns when you emerge alone. She misses Ronal. You miss Ronal. Ronal says she misses you too- you feel her climb into your hammock each night, exhausted from a day of training.

You sleepily tell her about your day, and she runs her hands through your hair, untangling whatever style it was in, and always says how she wishes she could have been there.

You and Kisre drop a shell into the sea, time who can reach it faster. But when you laugh and shout, there is a voice missing.

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When Neytiri runs her hands through your hair, it is not the same.

It still feels nice, of course. Still makes you feel warm in your stomach, loved and safe. Protected and happy.

Jake is pressed against your back like a wall, like armor, arm around your waist, and you know no one will hurt you.

Nights are not lonely. Days are not either.

The suns shines bright and burns your eyes, but you find it hard to look at your reflection in the water. You prefer the stormy days, you think. When the water is too choppy to see much.

They want you to talk, Jake and Neytiri, and you can tell each night there is words on their lips, but you say you don’t want to so they don’t.

It wasn’t hard to forgive Jake.

He was your mate, and you loved him, knew him. You See him. He made a mistake, got caught up in the moment, but you realize he is just a storm like you.

You can’t blame him for that.

Tears had filled your eyes when you came back to their mauri, and Tuk had frowned and cupped her hands around her lips, sucking in the air around you before setting it free. When she asked if that took the pain away, you smiled at said it did. A small lie was nothing compared to what you felt.

Jake had apologized like you were a goddess he had upset, speaking and staring at you with such reverence the stars must have been in your eyes.

You forgave him when he kissed your temple.

Neytiri had still smacked him, of course, called him skxawng, and it had managed to bring a small smile to your face.

You have learned that, with a family like this, the days past quick.

Tuk is still so young, when Jake had explained that you were her new mother, she had simply smiled and called you mom the next day.

When she saw the tears fall down your face, she tried to breathe away your pain again, and it took everything in you not cry more, to try and explain to her that they were happy tears.

That, you have found, is the foundation of family. Happiness.

Kiri was also quick to accept you; provided that you kept making those biscuits she liked so much.

Lo’ak was easy to bond with, once he saw how much he parents loved you, and how he could talk to you about Payakan without judgment. He liked learning more about the tulkun, and you told him stories of you and your soul sister, and he would only wistfully look off onto the sea and asked what happened next.

Neteyam was still stiff, but like Lo’ak, he saw how much his parents loved you, how much his sister liked you, and he slowly softened. (Besides, he did dream about those biscuits.)

Jake and Neytiri are simply pure joy, always smiling, seeing you spend time with the children. They always smile when they get to introduce you as their wife, and your lives before each other have quickly bled into one.

Tsireya and Ao’nung come for dinner, Kisre does as well, proclaiming that all the children must call her Aunt Kisre.

She jokes that Jake and Neytiri should be eternally grateful to her, seeing as she was the one to help you realize everything you felt for them.

(They always roll their eyes with a smile on their faces.)

Tonowari says he is most happy for you, and Ronal pretend she doesn’t know you.

You understand that she feels betrayed. But she is still your sister.

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“Bye, Y/N!”

“Ah- Lo’ak- aren’t you still grounded?”

He stops at the threshold of the mauri, cursing to himself before turning to you with a smile.

“No?”

“Yes you are!” Tuk shouts accusingly, looking over from where she sits in the hammock, laughing while you sweep the floor beneath her.

“Sorry,” you say, brushing dust and dirt from the floor into a pile. “A few more days, right?”

“I guess,” he mumbles, coming back into the mauri to sit on the floor. He grabs his knife and a stone, sharpens it wordlessly.

He is a storm, like you, so much like you, and you sigh as you watch him. The sun is starting to fall in the sky, and you had thought about making dinner tonight.

“What’s your favorite dinner?”

He looks up, wide eyes. “What?”

“Your favorite dinner. I was going to make dinner tonight anyways- so what’s your favorite?”

“Oooo! Can I help you cook?”

“You weren’t already?” you ask with a smile, sitting next to Tuk. She smiles, legs kicking, looking at Lo’ak expectantly to find out what you’ll be cooking.

He still looks surprised, almost as if he never expected somebody to ask him something like this before. “Uh… roasted sturmbeest, I guess.”

“Then I’ll make that.”

You turn back to Tuk, preparing to tell her about all you’ll need to do, when the brief moment of silence is filled by another.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says, and your name is odd coming from him.

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[thaywrites]

ᯓ★ PALAYE ROYALE PROMPTS, a collection of prompts / lyrics taken from palaye royale’s songs from their album, the bastards.

( mentions of possibly triggering subjects such as violence, self-harm, death and more. ) 

✦ LITTLE BASTARDS

i can’t take this. i’ve been a little patient.

i’ve got to get away a little faster.

run, you little bastards.

fake friends all around, they watch while i drown. no one is there to help me.

sometimes i’ve been losing my mind, running out of faith.

i’ve been feeling lonely, put me in my place.

so, fuck you — i don’t even like you.

no sleep, got another nosebleed. i can’t feel my face.

✦ ANXIETY

indecisions have been breaking my sanity.

retaliation when i’m full of anxiety.

a band-aid on a bullet hole that’s still bleeding.

numb you up until you can’t feel a goddamn thing.

a generation full of anti-sobriety. a generation that is full of anxiety.

all the voices in your head that keep talking.

all the blood on your skin that keeps crawling.

i was born to be anything i wanted to be, raised to be fucking mean.

i’m a masterpiece.

blasphemy meet again in a world so vicious.

mothers scream, fathers drink and all you bastards scream.

✦ TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT I DIE

lonely, another day. drowning, please save me.

i am struggling in my own daydream.

i know i can’t live much longer, hear the angels sing.

could I be a prisoner to the voices in my brain.

my mind is gone to waste, can’t stand to look at my face.

all these thoughts inside my head will be silenced by the bang.

believe me when i say tonight is the night i die.

as i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i look at you as i take my last breath.

as i die and fall to the floor, my pain and suffering is no more.

✦ LONELY

my life don’t mean that much to me so i’m living for you.

and you can’t stand the sight of me so what’s the point of this fucked up catastrophe?

i pop these pills to waste some time as i’m fading.

too lazy for a suicide, i just watch the days pass hoping to die.

daydreaming of my funeral — like who would show, bet no one would go.

hey dad, would you show up for me now? just to bury your little boy in the ground.

you broke my heart when you left me.

so sick and tired of being alone. so long, farewell — i’m on my own.

i dug this grave i call my home.

✦ NERVOUS BREAKDOWN

twist the knife just a bit further.

don’t look at me — i think about murder.

i think i’m about to explode. i think i’m goin’ to have a nervous breakdown.

start to feel myself panic again and all the blood rushes to my head.

you say you love me but you still left me — i guess that’s why i hate myself.

you say it’s over but you’re still calling — i guess that’s why i live in hell.

my brain has been fucked enough. please, stop wasting all my thoughts.

cut my throat and please let me go.

✦ MASOCHIST

’cause i’ve been craving your sweet haven.

so i keep turning while your body burns to the ground.

don’t try to tell me that i should go softly.

just look me in my eyes and feed me your sweet lies.

i’ll cut through your alibis.

hang a cross upside down. your church is burning down.

just take me for the night.

✦ BLACK SHEEP

do you see what i’ve become? why are you still holding on?

something lingers in my veins, that’s telling me i’m not the same.

i am sinking now. the water’s over my ears and i can’t hear no sounds.

scream out or drown — can you hear the voice say now?

go home and back to sleep, and count the black sheep. 

go on away from me, i am the black sheep.

you said it’s all in my head, you said it’s all in my brain.

there’s nothing left that you can say to me.

i am everything you hate.

i am unwanted, i’m not the answer. you were hoping that i’d change.

you push me down once again because i seem different.

✦ STAY

i see you for what you are

it’s something in your eyes that look past my scars.

where do you go when you leave in the night? ‘cause i see those teary eyes.

i am the only hope for you and you are the only hope for me, too.

i just wanted you.

so stay this time. don’t go away.

the end is near, i really don’t want to know.

it’s haunting me to watch you go.

✦ REDEEMER

can’t you see that everyone is dying?

the animals are crying, religions are dividing as my family keeps on fighting.

now i’m caught in something — my eternal suffering.

looking for the meaning of it all but i got nothing.

don’t know where i’ll go when i die, must be better than this.

ain’t it sad when you got nowhere to go? got no place to call your home. burden to everyone you know.

i try just not to think about my life so i do another line. it keeps me numb just for the night.

and i’m here just waiting for you to come home.

and i’m screaming all on my own with the revolver and a note.

will you please pick up the phone? will you please come back home?

[vexingwoman]

Uh not actually here to hate but to say thanks???? Ive been thinking alot on my self expression and trying to figure out how to word it, and seeing some of your comments with other people really helped to put in perspective what I was trying to come to terms with. Ive always struggled with my gender but acknowledge fully that I'm biologically female. (Stay with me here till the end please i know lol) I genuinely dont care what pronouns I'm called either and none have ever felt right if I'm honest and nothing I've read or tried has been adding up for me over the years to help me feel any better.

Kinda realizing over the past year or so that I just have this deep ingrained idea from being surrounded constantly my whole life in a woman hating environment that I just have a *really* heavily masked hatred for what general society treats women as and was trying to remove myself from it hoping itd somehow save me from the terrible shit we all go through daily. And it just made me feel even more alienated doing that to myself. Its been a long time of coming around to this and I know how it sounds but I dont wanna consider any of my time wasted. I dont remember what it was but something you said to someone in a long ass comment fight clicked for me and rn I'm sleep deprived and wont even remember what it was in the morning either but I feel like some kind of weight has been eased off me. Im doing my best to unlearn the sexist misogynistic bs ive had shoved down my throat my whole life that made me think being a woman was something to be shameful of and better off without.

Its been hard trying to look into this radfem community and find someone who didn't immediately just insult and exclude ppl that werent already on the ball agreeing. Basically I appreciate your ranting with strangers. Amd indulging some of their curiousity as clearly as you can+defining everything you say constantly so I dont get lost in a whirlwind of hard to understand metaphors. Idk you get it. Something clicked and i dont feel ashamed for the time gone bc I know it was heavily influenced by the oppression of all things normal-human-womanly around me. I hate that we're all so tied into these stereotypes. Its painfully hard to unlearn. Thanks for the help. Have a fat block of text as thanks cause I'm not sure how to sound as genuine as I feel rn. Have a nice day and an even better tomorrow. Im gonna get some sleep now💀(stayed up WAY too late painting lol) bye!

This is so wonderful to hear. I know how dreadful it is doing serious introspection and making yourself aware of how deeply and unconsciously your internalized sexism runs. I’ve been there, and I know it’s even more difficult to deconstruct the subtle sexist attitudes which have been ingrained into to us since birth. Often it seems as hopeless as chasing smoke, because some of our internalized sexism is so deep that it’s invisible, and worse, inarticulable.

Some women will never think on these subjects beyond their surface level—will never dissect their preferences, will never concede that their choices are influenced by sex-based socialization, will never seriously reflect on why they are so desperate to identify out of womanhood. And in a strange way, I sympathize with these women, because I understand that it’s easier to shut your eyes and convince yourself that you were born in the wrong body than it is to open your eyes and acknowledge how much sexism has seeped into and corrupted our own minds.

Basically, I’m proud of you for putting yourself through the pain of deconstructing your own internalized sexism. You are better for even attempting it, and I hope you continue to do so.

P.S. I know exactly which long-ass comment fight you’re referring to, because I only put myself through that once. At least someone benefited from the literal month I spent arguing with that stranger. They blocked me, so unfortunately I can’t even go back and analyze the conversation if I ever wanted to. I would love to know what you took away from it, if you ever do remember.

[alpydk]

Tag you’re it! Share five authors/fics you’re really enjoying right now and let’s spread the love.

Also feel free to share what you’re working on right now 🩷

Good morning anon, lovely hearing from you ;)

Top 5 right now? Only 5?

1 - @the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep and her fic Alchemy 410 - Pre/Post BG3 events. An amazing protag and Gale relationship build up with great chemistry between the characters (sometimes literally) and just a beautiful read.

I don’t know what it is about you, Dekarios, but you’ve permeated my inner world and I can’t even say that I mind. I don’t know if I’m holding a torch, a matchstick or a lightning bug in a jar when it comes to my feelings for you, but I can’t seem to shake them. I know I run the risk of ruining our friendship, but if I didn’t at least tell you what I feel, I’d carry those feelings around forever. 

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2 -@cheerysmores and Broken Horizons - Post canon angst. Like the summary alone won me over and I've felt pain with this fic and loved each moment of it - “I am going to die,” Gale whispers into the darkness, then again, directly at her sleeping form. “I truly am going to die.” - Just oooooffff.....

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3 - I don't know if I'm allowed to tag them... but they're on here and under the name ACrowsRockCollection on Ao3 - Fic is Weave me the Sunshine - A rarepair Gale/Jaheira fic which works amazingly well. Some very poetic language, gorgeously written.

Jaheira shook her head, “The Harpers collect people willing to do what it takes. I know commodities when I see them, pawns, lanceboard pieces. It feels foolish to throw you away.”  “I’m the villain of the story, I…” Jaheira cut him off, “No, Karlach told me the story. I could see why your God would be upset, but before the Absolute, to make you suffer needlessly…” “I used to think I was special, but we are mortal playthings in divine hands. Followers and chosen are pawns to be used or destroyed on whim.” “Strategically, it seems a waste of a perfectly good pawn,” 

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4 - @auroraesmeraldarose and Professor Dekarios - All the comfort and smut you could ever need. This is my go to when my head is too full of everything and I sit with a mug and my kindle and just relax into the fluffy world. It's really the sweetest AU I've ever read. (Also fucking hell 176k words since feb? And I thought I wrote a lot!)

“I think I need to spend the next few hours with you wrapped up in my arms nice and safe. I think I’d rather underestimated the perils of your career choice. Let’s go home, please.” Helene obliged, and did indeed spend most of her evening snuggled in Gale’s embrace. She didn’t like the idea of being weak, of needing to be protected… but if it meant being held against his chest for hours at a time, you could call her a damsel in distress any day of the week.

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5 - @silent-words and Twin Compasses - One of the best bards I've seen written. Discussions of linguistics over a campfire, really good chemistry where you can see the build up happening gradually. Just romance through words in a way I can't explain.

‘ Let me not to the marriage of true minds / Admit impediments ,’ the bard recited. Gale picked up instantly: ‘ Love is not love / Which alters when it alteration finds ,’ he exclaimed with a flourish. The wizard’s eyes lit up. ‘ Or bends with the remover to remove .’ Laerie made a dramatic gesture and then smiled. ‘I love Shakespeare, he truly was the Bard of all bards. Who else was able to insert so many reiterations and yet make the verse so beautiful? How did he make his images abstract and tactile at the same time?’

Even my cold dead heart is falling in love over that interaction.

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I could give shout outs to so many others right now. From @judasiskariot and her Resident Evil fic, @crazybagelbitch and the Chase fic I love, @weaveandwood and Auroria, and especially the person writing the Cazador 1980's fic that has stolen my heart and mind. So many writers deserve to be praised for their work!

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Tired of all the troubles

Jos Cleary-Lopez x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, chronic pain, mention of a past car accident, stress

“Tired of all the troubles, they've been wasting my time. I don't wanna fight, gonna leave it behind.”

— The Middle of Starting Over, Sabrina Carpenter

After getting married, you and Jos had moved out of state getting a humble one-bedroom apartment in California. The weather there was way better for your pain from old injuries and other problems. So, when Jos brought it up, you agreed nearly immediately. Anyway, you two have been living here for close to three years now and you and Jos have made a pretty great life here together. Your own routines and traditions. Favourite places to see, places to eat at. Places to shop at, and everything else in between. On this particular morning however, despite the sunny forecast, you woke up in immense pain in the early hours of the day and fell back asleep instantly to avoid the impending problem. Well, that and the fact that it was barely 4:30 in the morning. Your plan proved successful when you peeled your eyes open and the clock showed 8:49am. Jos was stirring in her sleep next to you, but she doesn’t wake up. Instead, in her sleep— she reaches over to find you and wraps her arm around you. You groan, mentally cursing in your head.

‘Damn it! The weather’s fine, why is it acting up?’ You scolded yourself, feeling beyond annoyed.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright? You feeling sick?” Jos asks you sleepily, voice nearly a murmur.

Oh, so she was awake.

“No.” You answered curtly, exhaling forcefully through your nose.

“Do you think you’d want to sleep it off? Or should we do something?” She asks again, now more awake.

“Well, are you still tired?”

“No, I slept at like, 11 last night. You went to bed after midnight. I felt you getting into bed.” Jos answered.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Jos scoffed playfully, turning around from her position on her back to look at you. “Do you know what could’ve triggered this flare?”

“Nope,” You huffed, “I don’t. I didn’t do anything outside of my capabilities. The weather’s been fine, so I really don’t know.”

In your junior year of college, you and Jos got into a car accident that very unfortunately left you with chronic pain. Unlike for Jos, who recovered from it completely. You disliked the reliance you needed to have on her because of it, but you knew your wife would do everything she could to help you, just because she loves you. That the vows weren’t just vows. Jos meant it all, so did you. You felt okay with it eventually, letting go off your worries and letting her take care of you when needed.

“I have work today.”

“Call in sick.”

“Can’t, we’re understaffed.” You reply, turning around to lay on your stomach. This position always alleviated the ache somewhat.

“What time? 12?”

“Yeah.” You said, cheek smushed against the pillow, “I get off at 8.”

You laid in bed for another hour or so— actually nodding off. Then, you finally got out of bed and freshened up. When you got out to the kitchen, Jos’d already made breakfast. “Have some breakfast, take a painkiller. But until you have to leave for work, try not to do anything that’ll make the pain worse.”

“That’s all I’m trying to babe, all I’m trying to do.” You sat down in a chair at the table, “Wait— didn’t you have work?”

“Yesterday, at work, they said they needed me to clear off some leave days. So I decided to take the next two days off to start.”

“Yeah, well. You haven’t had off days in awhile.” You shrug, “You deserve it. Rest up, do whatever you want.”

“I will, babe. Don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be right there to pick you up from work tonight.”

“Aw.” You chuckled, “That’s nice.”

Unlike Jos who had a full-time job, you could only hold down a part-time one given how frequently your symptoms acted up. You hated it at first but eventually grew to love it, it allowed you more freedom in your schedule and allowed you to have your shifts covered by someone else when absolutely necessary.

After breakfast, you could only lounge on the couch. But you couldn’t exactly get comfortable, and you were started to get very annoyed by the fact, and yourself. God, you wanted to scream. About half an hour later, you gave up and went to take a shower. Jos watches you closely, worried, as usual on days like today. “Gonna shower, could not get comfy.” You replied curtly.

“Okay.” She hums.

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Jos drops you off at work later that day. Saying bye to her, she smooches you on the cheek before you got out of the car, “I’ll meet you for your break if you want. Just call or text me, okay?”

“Alright.” You nod, gripping onto the strap of your crossbody bag. Jos reaches across the front seat to pull the door shut for you. “See you soon, honey.” She flashes you a smile. Then, she was off. You pushed the glass door open and stepped into the building. A cinema situated right by a noisy, noisy arcade.

“Hey!” Someone exclaimed, squinting to focus, you spot your favourite coworker.

“Hi, Amy.” You smiled slightly, walking past her into the break room to put away your bag and clock in.

“Thought you weren’t coming in today. You’re a little later than usual— not late, of course.” She says, “Are you okay?”

“Sure?” You shrug, adjusting your name tag.

“Oh, no.” Amy sighs, “Why did you come in then?”

“Because I need money?” You laughed.

“Ah! y/n.” Shit, your boss. “Been waiting for you. Could you make us some popcorn this afternoon? Our stock’s running a bit low.”

“How about I do that, and she takes the counter?” Amy quickly interjected.

“Hey, as long as all the duties are done, I don’t care who does it.” Your boss agreed, “Very well. y/n, you…don’t look so good.”

You chuckled awkwardly, telling him, “I’m fine, Joey.”

“Alright, if you say so.” He shrugs, walking back into his office, “Amy, do four bags of the salted and five for the sweet.”

You pulled a shocked face, glancing at her. Amy couldn’t care less about it, laughing— she was happy to just be away from the counter where she had to interact with a bunch of strangers for hours. “Eight bags?” You mouthed, “Damn.”

“I love doing this.” She says, “Don’t know why I keep getting put on the box office.”

“Good for you then.” You bit back a laugh, “How about this? If we happen to work on the same shift and I get put to do the popcorn, let me know if you wanna just swap?”

“Oh, definitely.” Amy agrees.

“y/n, Amy, you two need to cover the concession stand as well, Camila’s out.”

“I want two large popcorns, two diet cokes and three hotdogs.”

‘Okay. Hello to you too.’

“Hotdogs have a two to three minute waiting time. Would that be okay with you, sir?”

“Whatever, just make me the food.”

Biting back a scoff and an eye-roll, you told him his total amount due and he made payment. Then, he went off to the side to wait. While Amy heard the order and quickly served the popcorn, you went ahead and prepared the hotdogs then the drinks while they were still cooking. Once you handed his order off to him, you slipped away to the bathroom, seeing the time on the clock as you made your way to the back: 3:44pm.

Shutting the stall door, you sat on the seat, staring into space. You took what must’ve been about two minutes to calm down, though actually unsure if it even helped. Because right when you stepped back into your work station, you heard a gasp, a scream and a smack. Some high-schooler just spilled his drink all over the floor. “It’s not my fault! They didn’t put the lid on properly!”

“You were squeezing the cup, Dean. That’s on you.” A girl with him says with a scoff.

You took in a deep breath, turning back around to grab the mop and bucket to clean up the mess. “You want me to help?”

“No. Just focus on your popcorn.”

“I’ll be fine, I’m the pro at popcorn-making here.”

“No, I got it.” You told her again, quickly mopping it up and returning the equipment back to the bathroom. Without another word, the bunch of kids left, rushing to their show. No thank you, no sorry, no nothing. ‘Why are some people like this? Whatever, it’s just a job—’

“Alright, grouchy.” Amy teased,

“Yo, they pay you to work. Not stare into space.” You hear a guy’s voice beside you. Startled, you jumped. It was Joey. “You good? I’m gonna need you to cut these sheets into card sized pieces for our refund slips.”

“Sure?”

“Why are you here then?” He asked, “Can’t have you passing out. Corporate would rather die than pay for an ambulance or deal with a workplace ‘incident’.” He was right. You knew companies usually avoided hiring people like you who would need a little more support at times. But somehow, you ran into Joey who was a few years older than you were. Someone whose mother dealt with similar issues due to the same reason. So he understood, he got that you had your bills to pay and that you didn’t want to completely rely on your partner,

“Wouldn’t want to leave Amy being the only one working this shift, huh?”

“You just answered your own question.” You said, taking the sheets of paper and locating the scissors.

“Things are slow right now, so sit down somewhere and do this if you need to.” He continues, “We have Tylenol if you need it,”

“Okay, and no thanks.”

“Alright, as long as you’re sure.” With that, he was back in his office again. While you went into the break room to bring a chair out. You sat in a corner behind the counter to carry out your task, while watching for any customers coming in.

You completed the task soon after, then Amy asked what time you wanted to go for your break. “You go first, then I’ll go.” You started, “You started your shift earlier than I did.”

“Okay.” She talks to you while wiping down the cleaned popcorn machine, “Do you want to get you your food?”

“It’s okay, thanks though.”

Once Amy was done cleaning up the machine, she leaves to go buy food leaving you in charge of just about everything here for a good forty-five minutes. Well, the upcoming showtimes were…okay. No more than a couple people per show. So, you were pretty confident you would be fine. Also, Joey came out from his office to assist once he saw customers queuing up, so you were glad you weren’t just left entirely alone. Once Amy’s break was over, it was your turn to go and eat. And since you’d already told Jos not to come down, you were on your own. While chatting with Jos on your phone. She sent you a picture of this new book she just bought, on her way home from dropping you off at work to let you know what she was up to currently. And you responded with a photo of yourself eating, then put your phone aside.

Though the aches and pains weren’t the worst you’ve experienced, you still could not wait to be home because every minor inconvenience seemed to be ticking you off.

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Spotting Jos’ car outside waiting for you already, you quickly clocked-out and left after saying bye to Amy, not knowing where Joey was at. “Hey, babe.” She greets.

“Hi, Jos. You haven’t been waiting long, have you?”

“No, I just pulled up here like, 2 minutes ago.” She laughs. “You okay?”

“Fine, I guess. But the pain’s making me hate everything. Kids were yapping and screaming all over the place, spilling drinks and snacks, some people don’t say ‘thank you’ and I just wanted to scream, or zap them, but at least that’s over now.”

“Indeed it is.” Jos squeezes your thigh comfortingly, her hand stays there for the whole ride home. She even put on your favourite playlist.

Jos opened the door, holding it for you to enter first. “Thanks.” You told her, kicking off your shoes and taking off your socks. You then went to wash your hands and got changed into comfy clothes.

“I already made dinner so don’t worry about that, okay?” Jos poked her head in to talk, then waited for you to get dressed.

“M’kay.” You nodded softly, “Thanks for picking me up and for making dinner.” You pressed a kiss to her cheek and she smiles, kissing you back. “No problem at all.” She gives your shoulder a light squeeze then pulled out a chair for you. She made chicken and dumplings, one of your ultimate comfort foods. Which you greatly appreciated after a somewhat testing day at work.

Dinner was calm, amazing change after the chaos that was work. “You want something to drink? Wine?”

“Uh, no. I think I’m gonna take the meds so I’d better stay away from alcohol.”

“Okay, no problem.” She acknowledges, without hesitation she got up to get you the medication and a glass of water. Jos set those down in front of you then resumed eating. After dinner, you and Jos cuddled up on the couch watching some TV while you waited for the painkiller to take effect. It just felt good to have her hold you after being on your feet all day.

“You wanna head to bed? If not you can finish the movie, I’m gonna go get ready to turn in.” You ask, eyes looking up at her.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Jos agrees, turning the TV off, “C’mon.”

She helps you up off the couch and you two went to wash up. You crawled into bed first while she finished up her skincare routine.

“Babe? You wanna lay on your stomach? I could massage your back.”

“Okay.” You muttered and rolled over. You rested your head on folded arms while you allowed her to get started. Feeling her palms pressing down against the sore spots across your lower back brought you almost instant relief. Jos never fails to make it better, knowing just the right spots to work over, “Feel better?”

“Mhm.” You hummed in response, voice unclear as your eyes started to shut. “Thank you, baby.”

“No problem, honey.” She says with a smile, playfully giving your ass a squeeze, making you giggle.

“I love you.” You continued.

“I love you too, honey.” She whispered, “G’night.”

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💭A/N:

Okay it’s finally done after a whole chunk of it got deleted earlier😮‍💨

[solohux]

hi lottie!! i hope your day has been wonderful!! i adore your works and commentary on the boys so much, i remember being into kylux around the time TLJ was being teased before i fell out of it shortly before TROS came out. i really thought i was over it, but lately ive reeaallyy been falling back into this pit and i just remember seeing you around the fandom a whole lot. i just wanted to come and say hi hello! and that i adore all your works ive been perusing on ao3 again :) i rarely see any other kylux enjoyers now unfortunately, but im glad that youre still around even after all these years <3

on another note, i just wanted to share a song that really made me think about them, kind of like in a lovers to exes type of way. autumn gloom by jake hill. the lyrics of "i bet you still plot to bring me down again, i don't think it's gonna work 'cause, i don't like the way you taste anymore, you've gone stale, i'd rather waste away than bite your lips again." its just so bitter and painful that i couldnt help but associate them with the song, and i just wanted to share with someone haha

lots of love!!

Hi, darling! ♥

Your message has really made my day!!! Thank you so much! I'm not as active in the fandom as I'd like to be but that's purely down to my new job and the amount of work I have to put into it. And I'm completely and utterly in love with my boyfriend so the rest of my time is spent with him. I'm still utterly obsessed with Kylux and, after all this time, I don't think that will ever change! ♥

And as for these lyrics!!!!! Oh my gosh!! ♥

Autumn Gloom Lyrics

[Chorus] In the night, hear you sigh till I pass out A phantom watching through the blinds of a glasshouse The only memories are haunting, I know But I replay them, I just don't know where the time goes On, and on, and on I can’t sleep Cause the thought of you can make me so weak I bother you when I’m in your dreams This autumn gloom has got me in deep now

[Verse 1] Did you even care? Was it all a phase? I saw it on your face You love to walk away And I was only there For your entertainment I was lost in mazes, now I'm coming undone You got a hold on me, yeah, I'll admit it I've been wasting my time every time I hit someone different, I'm sinnin' And you're still all I see on any given day, but, by the time you hear this, you’ll be dead to me anyway I bet you don’t think that I’ll be fine Let’s run away now, see you on the way down I bet you still plot to bring me down again I don’t think it’s gonna work cause

[Bridge] I don’t like the way you taste anymore You’ve gone stale, I’d rather waste away than bite your lips again

[Verse 2] I've been moving way too fast for you You're getting jealous now, but don't be overzealous now Put the hammer down, it's not your choice And I really hate the sound of your burned-out voice Now the pressure built, you sung a lonely anthem But I ain't gonna be another lonely answer A siren calling ships I'm stalling Try me, darling, I'm not falling I bet you thought I would end up bruised Just run away now, see you on the way down I bet you still plot to bring me down again That isn't gonna work cause

[sequinsmile-x]

handholding 12: possessive hand-holding

OOO I like this one.

Here's some fluff, because we all know I owe you all.

This turned into jealous Emily, which I always enjoy writing.

-x-

Words: 1,055 (I'm taking that as a win)

Warnings: References to alcohol consumption

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily felt like shit. 

She regretted her decision to get carried away the night before the moment she’d woken up. It felt like no time had passed since she’d snuck into bed, all but laying on top of an already sleeping Aaron, the make-up she’d forgotten to take off printed against his t-shirt when their alarm went off. 

To his credit, Aaron doesn’t seem the least bit annoyed that his girlfriend got absolutely wasted the night before his big day. The triathlon he’d been in training for months, trading rare lie-ins with her for early morning runs in the park, suddenly here. He simply smiles at her as he eats his breakfast, passing her the strongest coffee she thinks she’s ever had in her life as she sits at the kitchen counter with her giant pink sunglasses on. He even drives them to the park where the triathlon is taking place, going via the McDonald’s drive-thru for her, and she’s sure she’s never loved him more. 

“Emily, come on!” Jack says, linking his hand in hers as Aaron crosses the finish line, “Let’s go see Daddy.”

“Ok sweetie,” she says, wincing at the pounding in her head, “No need to yell.” 

“I’m not yelling,” he replies knitting his brows together in confusion as they walk towards Aaron. She heard sniggering behind her, Derek and Dave both finding a little too much joy in her pain, and she lifts the hand that isn’t connected with Jack’s to flip them off over her shoulder. 

Aaron has his back to them, and it’s only when Jack calls out for him that he turns around, his smile widening at the sight of her and Jack and the team just behind them. 

And that’s when Emily sees her. 

Aaron met Beth whilst he was doing his training for the triathlon. He’d come home and had clearly thought nothing of the interaction, simply telling Emily he’d met her and they’d chatted for a bit. Emily loved Aaron. He was the love of her life, the person she couldn’t imagine her life without, but he was useless at realising when someone was flirting with him. 

Case and point being that she had eventually had to ask him out because her not-so-subtle flirting, which even Spencer had picked up on, was getting her nowhere. 

She’d mentioned that she was sure Beth was flirting with him but he’d waved off her comments. A soft smile and a kiss against her cheek were enough to dissuade her for a while. 

Now she was more sure than ever that the other woman was infatuated with her boyfriend. Beth was looking him up and down as she laughed at something he’d said. Aaron was funny, but he wasn’t that funny. 

Emily refuses to call it jealousy.

It’s easy to put the rolling of her stomach down to the hangover. The uneasy feeling in her chest the remnants of the absinthe Penelope had made her drink and the burn that came with it. 

She’s only a couple of steps away when Beth touches his arm, grabbing his attention as she briefly squeezes at his arm, and Emily feels fury rolling through her veins. 

“Fuck,” she mutters under her breath as she realises she can’t deny it any longer. 

She was jealous. 

“That’s a bad word, Emily.” 

“Sorry, sweetie,” she apologises, speeding up their walk towards Aaron, “Honey,” she says sweetly as she reaches his side, slipping her hand into his and tucking herself into his side, “You did amazing,” she leans up and kisses his cheek. Jack, who was still holding her other hand, steps in front of them, his back to Beth, and hugs his father.

“Daddy! You did it.” 

“I did buddy,” he says, ruffling his son’s hair with his spare hand before he turns his attention back to Emily, “Hi sweetheart.” His smile and the way he squeezes her hand slightly let her know he knows exactly what she’s thinking, he turns back to Beth, who has noticeably stepped back a little, “This is Jack and Emily.”

“It’s lovely to meet you both,” she says politely, clearing her throat, “Aaron has spoken a lot about you.” 

“All good things I hope,” Emily replies, the same fake tone to her voice she knows she uses on her mother, and Aaron squeezes her hand again. 

“Of course,” Beth replies, before she looks back at Aaron, “I should get going, but congrats again, Aaron.” 

“Thanks, Beth.” He says, and Emily watches as she leaves, her smile never fading, and Aaron ruffles Jack’s hair again, “Jack, why don’t you go see if Uncle Dave and everyone else want to go to that diner you like?” Jack nods enthusiastically and runs back over to the team, leaving the couple alone. Aaron looks at his girlfriend and hooks his arm around her waist, “You’re not very subtle, you know that right?” 

“I wasn’t going for subtle,” she replies, raising her eyebrow at him, “She was flirting with you, Aaron.”

“She wasn’t-”

“She was flirting with you,” she repeats, cutting him off, “And I am way too hungover to be nice about it.”

Aaron laughs and leans down to kiss her, his lips firm against hers. When e pulls back from her, his nose scrunches up as he smiles. 

“Your breath sucks,” despite his comment he leans in again, stamping his lips against hers, “Did you guys drink that bar dry?” 

“You just did a triathlon,” she says as she pulls back, narrowing her eyes at him, “You don’t exactly smell great yourself.” 

Aaron laughs, pulling her closer and kissing her head, nuzzling his nose in her hair in a way that makes her playfully push him away. She leans back into his side immediately. Partially because she wanted to, his embrace the place she always found solace, partially because she still felt a little unsteady on her feet. 

“Jack’s been asking if I’ll let him play his new video game when we get home,” he says, smiling down at her, “We could set him up with it and then go shower.” 

She smiles devilishly at him, biting her lower lip in an attempt to stop it from growing any further. 

“Together?” She asks coyly, and his response is a smile, dimples carved out in his cheeks. “Lead the way, Agent Hotchner.” 

-x-

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[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

So much to say, and no energy to write. Just as well. I always ramble on so much it must bore everyone to death, and I don’t want to be killing people.

I’m too tired for anything.

I haven’t sculpted since I ticked off making Mom a Valentine’s gift. I hadn’t felt like sculpting in ages, but I did it on auto pilot. It was my addiction, going literally years of sculpting without missing a single day. And now I suddenly don’t care.

Bad timing, because I just got some replacement tools** for my fave that I broke and I haven’t even used them yet?

Good timing, because I am almost out of sculpey and need to reserve it for making Easter and Mother’s Day gifts for Mom?

I dunno. Doesn’t matter. Don’t care.

Honestly, I can’t even watch a movie or tv show without my attention fracturing into a million pieces. I used to be a “don’t stop until the credits” person and now I take breaks to wander off and do stuff, or it still and research something.

Last night I watched a movie I surprised myself be loving.*** Sign I loved it? Only three fifteen minute or so breaks and not constantly looking away while it was on. And I loved it, so how little attention do I pay to things I don’t find delightful?

I have been to the woods three times this month. Once, racing against the darkness, the other two forced marches. While on one of them I did indulge in 15 minuted lying on the ground cuddled up to my favorite tree by the swamp, I was doing it mostly out of exhaustion. I noticed nothing interesting other than a hawk freaking out the other birds as it flew over head. Yawn.

I haven’t been taking pictures. Usually I recharge my camera every day, and now it’s once a week. Nothing feels like bothering about.

I dunno. What’s the point?

I go through the motions. I take care of the animals. I call Mom and read to her however long she wants. I fix meals**** and do laundry. I work on stuff that needs urgent doing. I am busy, busy, busy.

Busy until my body feels broken. I’d hurt if I were doing stuff I enjoyed, but maybe I wouldn’t feel so worn down by the experience.

There is no end. No progress. No sense of accomplishment. Obviously no acknowledgement for my efforts.

So what’s the reward? What’s the point? My life continues to erode with no hope of any improvement. Work your ass off to dig yourself out and still end up buried alive, just exhausted too.

Don’t worry. I get up everyday because the animals need me and Mom needs my call. The need me so I live.

Honestly though? I’ve gotten so I wake up early from a bad sleep, and then spend an hour or two just lying in bed. Until the day starts I don’t have to think about any of the worries crushing me. I’m cozy and let myself wander in dreams. I wait at long as I dare to break the spell…

Get out of bed and the dreams evaporate. The worries and anxieties climb onto my back. Pain of body. Pain of spirit. The gauntlet must be run so I can pass out in bed (unusually trying to write in my journal) at 2am. Because if I don’t get through the day I can’t wake up in the morning for my hour of pretending my life doesn’t exist.

I wouldn’t mind being tired if there was something to gain from it. I wouldn’t mind suffering now if I thought there would be an end.

You can endure a hell of a lot with hope. I am starting to realize just what a finite resource hope is.

Resignation will do if you can still find some pleasure in the moment, glimpsing clouds in the sky above the well you are drowning in. But what happens when you stop finding those moments?

I swear, people scoffed at my sculpting or carrying around my camera or walking in the woods or just watching so many movies. These were nothings and a waste of time. But you know what? These nothings made me enjoy being alive no matter how grueling most of it was.

I want want to enjoy things like I used to. My brother used to sneer “Simple things for simple people” about me liking things he found stupid or pointless, but you know what? I was always happier for it.

I miss “happy”. Hell, I’d settle for “fine” or “okay” at this point! LOL

**Don’t get excited. They were only $5 for the lot, so probably crap. To replace the one I broke would have cost a lot more, so I figured I’d make do.

*** A Scandal in Paris from the 1940s. A lifelong criminal becomes chief of police in Paris. Witty comedy with a dark side that turns up in the end, like cold water thrown in the face of a dreamer. Don’t worry, our hero still goes back to sleep I expect, just having rolled over to the other side of the law. I have never been keen on Douglas Sirk, but then if I hadn’t seen the credits I wouldn’t have guessed he directed it.

**** Meals for multiple days. To save money I made that bean soup, but jeez, by day 10 of eating it I wanted anything else.

[gotham-academy-study-chat]

Anything For You

(Hi. I own nothing DC owns. I wanted to add Dick Grayson to the Bad Things Happen card! I wanted to add some other characters in the bat family. Enjoy!)

Being stuck in a terrible situation is bad enough.

Being stuck in a terrible situation is made worse when you are in the gala as your secret identity and can not do anything about it.

One moment, Dick was keeping Damian from yelling at some rich person and looking for Roy and his family, who were running late. The next, gunshots rang through the entrance. 

“Everyone freeze.” The man in the middle yelled. 

Dick pushed Damian behind him. This is bad. None of the other siblings are here and Bruce has a gun pointed at him.

“Richard--” Damian started to complain but Dick stood his ground. 

Unfortunately, this caught the attention of the men with the guns. 

The leader smirked and called to them, “Damian Wayne!” The men walked to them. 

“Move out of the way, Grayson.” The man demanded. 

“No.” Dick declared.

The gun pointed at Dick’s chest, causing Damian to try to step forward but Dick held him back.

Dick did not move but he saw Roy and the other Arrows come in...in civilian clothing. The leader saw them and laughed.

“So many rich people!” He laughed and the gun lowered a bit.

Dick saw the moment the idea hit for Damian, who ran to change into Robin. 

One of the men moved to shoot Damian but Dick fought the gun out of his hands.

Dick got punched for that but it was done. Damian got away. Guns pointed at different civilians, Bruce, Oliver, and Dinah.

“You lost me my target, Grayson!” He was hit again.

Bruce, Oliver, and Dinah let out a yell but the men ignored them.

Roy rushed forward but a gun pushed against Dick’s head stopped Roy in his tracks, a little closer to Dick but still too far.

“Like I said,” The man started. “Grayson lost me my target, so now he’s gonna beg for me and I maybe won’t kill him”

He said nothing. Dick had to stall. Any moment now, Robin is gonna break this up. Hopefully, Damian gets help from some of the others.

“Fine. Stay quiet.” The man taunted.

“Wait—“

The man growled and moved the gun from Dick’s head. He had only a second of relief before a shot sounded and Roy fell to the ground with a groan. He was shot in the leg.

“Roy!” He called out and tried to reach out to him.

The man held onto Dick. “Now you can beg for his life.”

Dick wasted no time. “Please leave him alone.” Dick pleaded.

The man smirked. “I don’t know. Boys, does that sound like he really wants this guy to live?”

The men laughed and shook their heads.

“Please. I’m begging you. You won’t get anything from this.” The man pushed Dick to the ground. He was closer to Roy now.

“Dick…” The other man trailed.

“You lost me my money. So, I think you should lose something.” The man said and aimed his gun at Roy. Dick moved before thinking and just as the gun shot, he threw himself in front of Roy.

Bruce screamed again, glass broke, sounds of a fight. However, Dick only felt pain. Then he felt someone hold him.

Waking up in a hospital bed is nothing new to Dick Grayson.

He slowly opened his eyes to see Damian sleeping on a chair next to the bed. Damian’s upper half was on the bed. His Robin was sleeping but Dick could tell it wasn’t very peaceful.

Roy and Bruce were not far from them, arguing quietly—but slowly getting louder.

“You’re going to wake him up.” Dick complained. Both men looked to him. “What happened?” He whispered.

“You were shot.” Roy said.

“The men are in custody.” Bruce added. “I’ll get your doctor.” Bruce left.

“Is he hurt?” Dick asked about Damian, then his head snapped to Roy. “Are you okay? Should you be out of bed—“

“You can’t be serious.” Roy sounded absolutely done. “I’m okay. I was released two days ago.”

“I’ve been out that long?”

“Yeah. Some of the others came around, too.”

Dick smiled at that. Then the smile fell. “What were you guys arguing about?”

Roy looked away. “Actually, for once, we were agreeing on something.”

“Are pigs flying?”

“Only when you convince Donna to take you flying.” Roy said almost immediately. Dick chuckled—even if they had this conversation a million times. “I admit it didn’t feel good but I understand.”

Oh. Oh. Bruce, you can’t be serious.

“You know,” Dick started as casually as he could. “This wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it was. If I hadn’t—“

“They would’ve picked someone else.”

“You jumped in front of a gun for me.”

“You make it sound like there was ever any doubt we would do that for each other. For any of the Titans.”

Roy looked away.

“I would do anything for you, Roy.”

Roy rushed and hugged him.

“I would do the same.”

——

Hope you enjoyed!

[amakumos]

i cried like actually i hate u so much ok now im gonna wrote a long ass review and try my best to not give any spoilers

you manage to outdo yourself with every fic you publish like this is all New York Times bestselling worthy? like i never though i could feel so many emotions at once like pain, love and genuine happiness, reading your work is really a whole experience and i don’t know what you put in your fics but they feel so immersive like i’m actually in there and feel the same emotions the characters feel. and all this just from a high schooler on tumblr who posts delicately written fics for fun? seriously, haru yo koi is such a beautifully written story, i can’t even call it a fanfiction because it’s just so much more than that. if this was a 500 paged book and even more in depth, actually going into detail as to what happened in those 5 years, i’d spend big money to purchase that book. the love jungwon has for y/n is just so pure and it feels as if they are the perfect pairing, forever remaining in their honeymoon phase and when i read the part where jungwon read ‘that’ if yk what im saying i genuinely thought ‘that’ happened but i was bamboozled. it may seem stupid and trivial of me to spend this much time invested in this but i don’t think i can get over this like you might not waste the time to read this shitty ass review written by someone who just doesn’t have anything better to do (i actually have exams in a week) but seriously, you are so immensely talented and you deserve more than a few thousand followers on tumblr.

okay that’s all this was written more effort than i had ever put into any book report for school okay bye good night i won’t be sleeping tonight bc this will be the only thing running through my mind. goodbye have a good day

this ask actually made me cry . i am going to sob right now rereading this because this was actually the first thing i read when i woke up and i Sobbed

THANK U??? LIKE THATS SO CRAZY i do not think my work is anything near new york times bestseller worthy but IM SO SURPRISED AND ALSO REALLY GLAD AND THANKFUL THAT U FEEL THAT WAY?? and HOLY thank u!!!! i really wish i could’ve gone into more detail about ynwon’s time together but i Only have so little time 😢😢Man i will actyally be rereading this review any time i need joy in my life because i am so happy u liked this silly fic 🥹🥹 THANK U THANK U THANK U☹️☹️☹️

i hope u have a good day too <33 and goodluck for ur exams next week!!!!

[noveltea-lolita]

Recently, my girlfriend called a past relationship of mine traumatic, that my reaction to something completely normal and mundane seemed too over the top, especially with the context I gave her.

It made me pause, and I quickly told her the relationship she was referring to was bad, yes, but not traumatic. At least, I didn’t think so.

Nearly a week ago, I brought it up in therapy. My therapist wanted more context so I gave it to her, and the words “abusive” and “trauma” glided off her tongue so easily, but it still made me shudder.

“PTSD can often show up in bpd,” she said.

I only shook my head. But I keep going back to it. That word. Trauma.

I’m twenty four but am stuck at home with no college degree and hardly any money to my name. Thick scars decorate my arms, growing worse and heavier over the years that pass. Only twenty four but I’m a recovered alcoholic, gone through two hospital visits and one partial hospitalization.

These days, I wander in a haze where nothing feels real, where I don’t feel real. I count the days by saying, “seventy days without getting drunk”, “twenty days without a blade”, “three days without a bruise”. Nothing feels true unless I’m with my girlfriend. Nothing has been the same since the end of 2020, where my life was ripped apart, torn right out of my hands by that being we call God.

I hold myself at night, cold, only to wake up grasping my chest and choking on cries. People stand over my bed, distorted by the blackness of my room, but they’re there. I see them. I am afraid to sleep. I am afraid to remember.

But things used to be worse. I no longer wake up caked in my own vomit, only to wash it out and stumble to work. I no longer hide empty bottles in my closet. I no longer sit in parking lots and slice my skin open. I no longer have open wounds against my lips. Things are better.

And yet- I am not stronger. I am a weak shell of who I used to be. Dull, people call me now. Wasted potential. I once held life and color in my hands, it used to spill from my mind, but now I don’t do much but lay in bed and try to breathe.

I’ve started to write again, but it is no match for the darkness and exhaustion that weighs on me. Is this healing? I’ve stopped running from that word- trauma- because I’ve almost died five times. Too much alcohol, too many pills, too many razors, too much pressure on the gas, too much water in the bath. I’ve stopped numbing myself long enough that it’s caught up and now here I am with a permanently fuzzy head, a constant ring in my ears, and a body that gets tired after two hours of wakefulness.

And it makes me question trauma. I have done nothing this past week but lay in bed, occasionally getting out to get a coffee or open my laptop, but the effort. The pain. I crawl back into my bed soon after. But this is good, right? I’m sober. No open wounds. And yet I am in so much agony, I can’t do much of anything any more. I can’t even sleep.

“That relationship didn’t give me trauma, or PTSD. Nothing did because I don’t have that” I said to my therapist. “I’m not fine, but I’m not that bad.”

Because, no. That relationship didn’t give me ptsd, but I’m starting to realize just how… affected I’ve become by things. That relationship, sure, but the grief, the cutting, the reactions, the fighting, the sleeping, the bleeding. It’s gotten so bad, the physical symptoms have started to plague me.

I can’t remember certain things. My girlfriend is wickedly sharp, she recalls things we did so easily and yet i fumble. Did I even lock the door? Did I make sure to lock the windows? Did I feed the cat? For so long, I panicked there was something wrong with my brain, a tumor or something, but now I know it is nothing of the sort. It is just the horrific experiences. And it is sobering.

I haven’t used this blog for reasons such as these before, but simply put I’m terrified. There has been so much wrong with me in the past four years that I’m terrified I’ve crossed a line.

“I’m not that bad” I said curled up in bed with the lights on at 2am, every bone pushing against my skin, and something sour in my stomach. The scars covering my arms itching. “I’m not that bad”

[tele-caster]

Journal.

11:47 PM 4/9/2023

Hello world. Funny how I get to write back exactly the date of my soul taking presence in this world, wow... So yeah mate, here I am once again talking to myself and making myself promises that some will be done and others probably considered, HAHAHAHA... We can't live in denial or acceptance to everything  and anything can we loves?

So, since the last time I wrote A LOT has been going on. I wanted to actually stop writing for quite a while so I could take a break not only from updating myself or remembering myself about the life I am constantly living and what I am supposed to do about it but for also to breathe. These days social media bombards you, society is expecting and asking for, people get more pitty and anxious, working stations are stressful and hostile, too much to talk about from the average living wordly person, and so on, if you will... But yeah, I had the chance to get distant from everybody and everything. I'd spent a lot time totally alone in my apartment, no visitors nor visiting.

To me it was some sort of peace UNTIL, I had this small touch while watching a couple walk their Dog on a Christmas Day Afternoon. No, no working by then... But it was more like a touch because of being alone for a certain amount of time, " I believe " it has made me somewhat notice how distant or disconnected I am from such a feeling of " being " with someone I guess. Then I remember, not the pain of previous  experiences but the time. My only concern is the time I don't want to invest into the incorrect person, emotions, moments and more things that come with that.

Besides... As having friends? I'm finally all alone. I know, sounds weird right? Thing is that now I don't need to worry about someone else besides me. Wether if it's a comment, an action, a suggestion, a manner, a thought or whatever that makes me go out of my lane on being focused who I am, and who I want to be; just makkes it perfect. I survived all these years alone and I for sure as as hell can do it 10 times again. Stop visiting and see who visits you. Stop texting and see who texts you. Stop calling and see who calls. Stop inviting and see who invites. Just... Stop, for a moment and regardless their actions just evaluate them as a " Through the mirror experience ". What cause does it have for me to have friends, that are not aligned with my thoughts, manners, actions and more? Again, we shall here see the representation of " Time " passing by also known as wasting it, in something that indeed does stresses me, makes me a little uncomfortable and also outside of my lane.

Having people like this... Oh, Oh-Oh... Trust me; they're tight and close to me. In my world we're not just going to call them friends, because a friend never hits rock bottom on my level of morality as for betrayal. But as life has said in many old scripts, books and acknowledgements... It's part of it all. You understand my point now? I just do not want to " be part of it all ". I've reconstructed myself during the winter season in ways that I've heard that I am still such a " Dick " " Over confident " " Cocky " man... HA! I am loving how they complain of their own LOW self-esteem, so my so called friends are also like this... Still awaiting for the " What they are going to say " the fake good looks, and the not aplaudible hollywood role of a nice gentleman. So no, I dont want to be part of of this, nor anything that has to do with that. I know; you're guessing. I planned out, you're investigating. I perish sleep, you adore it. That simple my dear friend...

So, for '23 NYE I can't deny I was invited to this amazing dinner. Answer to my invitation was no. Quite a bit UN-fun for myself since I like the fun that parties and things like that have to offer. I dinied the invitation because again; I preferred to have the night for myself... With my best friend, true, only loyal, friend; the moon. I don't know if people actually do remember that on NYE she was bright, milky and twilighty... So I guessed that no one would dare to go ahead and match my vibe; I just wanted some indie, little bit of drugs and wine.- But THEN! At about 2:00AM on the first day of 2023, the dicks of my " friends " forced me to go to the beach; ( which I did enjoy I liked with them ) to see the first sunrise of the year. Bloody loaded of people, not going to lie. However; after that day... I think that things have been changing so dractically and rapidly. Modelling is a full time job now, my passion for fashion... I think it was what I was actually looking for, finally got to make 2 products and now we're just setting things up for manufacturing and after process of market and blah blah, the boring shit. Can't believe also that time flies, 25 mate... At least a great, intelligent, well-educated, sophisticated, groomed and styled 25 year old man. Fucking hell, now we can trully say I am a man of my own balls. My result? I live alone, I had struggle to come up this far, not supported, used and abused of, laughed and ashamed of, money had been a real trouble for me to advance or level up for me due to my mental walls and irresponsibilities back then.

Now, this era, this time, this decade... Trust that the man you shall see you will even scare you sometimes. I am only concerned about myself, for myself and by myself.- Lesson learned, we do not need to discuss it. So yeah, like I mentioned... I was profiled, tagged and stated as a " Dick " " Arrogant " or whatever the fuck these bloody fucking pussies said; probably I am, in their world not mine. To me, they're weak for stating such comment on actually believing that you are capable of many things and more, to believe and create a mindset that you're the shit ( in your world and after God ), to have the confidence to say you'll make it no matter who laughs, critics or points fingers at. And I am the crazy one? Bruvvah you the prey in this jungle and depredator, and for sure as hell you have many more as me; so get tight.

So yeah; those are my recent updates for these past 3 months, April still hasn't had something interesting besides my Birthday, Spring Break and Holy Week. Work is amazing, money is going up, house is getting greatly furnitured ( missing the red lights for the room ), business and hustle is tight and we have secured the bag... HAHAAHAHAAHHA, MATEYYY what a way to start the year. No stress, alone and free of judgement, compromise, people and locations! Literally will be starting to live the life I was working so HARD to have for, I have to thank the universe, God and whatever that has me here present writing this at the moment.

It's a wrap up, just expect the unexpected.

[lone-wolf-no-more]

That Light at the End May be Further Than You Think...That's Okay

Monday, February 6th, 2023

Man, today was a bit more tricky. I’ve come to realize that I need to double down on understanding and properly executing (in a mechanical, non-emotional) my trading plan. Can’t leave things up to chance, I must plan and engage like a patient hunter, and once 11:30 AM is here, call it a day, no matter how it played out.

This next part is essentially verbatim what I messaged Eissac:

Yeah, it's official. I'm starting over at Day 1 again tomorrow. It may sound a bit silly, but a certain movie scene comes to mind right now. Firstly, the restart is due to the stupid TV, yet again. This whole challenge is very much about my ability to completely ignore distractions that are RIGHT there in front of me, and I can't take it easy on myself. If I have to keep telling myself to keep my eyes down whenever I leave the room or pass the TV, so be it. I'm not going to give myself slack because "I won't get to the end if I don't show 'mercy' with myself", or whatever. Here's the deal. I have been in this cycle of dependence and starting over for several years now, and it's time to frickin ENGAGE and break out of it. No more screwing around, no more wasting a "few moments" here and there with watching a random video while I take a dump, (or even checking the weather. Like, why do I need to always know that? The weather's going to do whatever it's going to do!) while time passes me by. Seconds add up into minutes, minutes into hours, into days, into months, into years.

Oh, the movie scene? Near the beginning of Chicken Run (which is inspired by The Great Escape, by the way), the main character gets caught trying to escape over, and over, and over...and over, and each time is put into solitary confinement. But that doesn't stop her from losing sight of her goal: freedom, no matter what she has to do to make it happen. I loved that movie as a kid, and I still do. Interesting how you can get more out of something as you get older.

Anyways, gotta push through this short-term pain (but is it really pain, or just my awkward, self-sabotaging self dying inside and trying to hold on?) and get to where I really want to be.

So, each evening before I get off my computer, I'll send screenshots of the time-logging apps on my computer, along with my journal entries (as before). Then, I'll send the ones from my phones the next morning, since the day isn't over until I'm in bed, and it hits midnight, essentially.

I'm putting thoughts down in my journal throughout the day now, and going back to it before bed, so that I both have the benefit of re-visiting those thoughts then, and also not trying to think of everything I want to say and jam it in before getting off my computer.

So, right now it’s 2:14 PM. Sleep wasn’t fantastic last night, but I’m still very grateful that I appear to be doing better mentally and physically with each passing day.

As I stated above, the morning’s trading session was incredibly intense. The irony is that I did better on those two other days when we had major news releases. Chat was saying it’s because NAS doesn’t mess around, and makes it move more quickly on those days. I’m seeing that more clearly now.

I’m SO close to turning my love-hate relationship with arguably the most volatile trading instrument (definitely not the most crazy, that goes to Bitcoin and crypto in general lol. That has more sudden volatility than consistent volatility) into one of obsessive...love? Nah, I won’t say that.

No matter how well I do with trading Nasdaq, I’m not sure if I’ll use the world love to describe it. It’s more like, Nasdaq is a huge wave, and I’m the surfer. I have absolutely no say in what the wave is going to do, I can only do the best I can in trying to predict where the wave will go, and for how long, and try to ride it. Ride it too long, I crash. Get on too late, I crash. Get on too early...well, you get the idea. But if I catch the wave correctly...COWBUNGA baby!

I of course am not saying a word in our trading Discord of my present circumstances, and how much is riding on my ability to catch those waves. I would hear a chorus of something along the lines of “Get a job on the side to avoid emotions screwing you up”, and “This is a marathon, not a sprint.” And they’d be right...and wrong. Because this isn’t the be-all, end-all. 2023 ITSELF is another major wave, and day trading isn’t going to enable me to catch it entirely. It’s utilizing the money gained from day trading, and making the shift over to TikTok drop shipping (where teenagers are making more in one day than people in my Discord are in a week trading), and in other business models that will give me sustainable, less pulse-pounding sources of income.

I mean, I’ll go out and surf (or should I say, hunt wild animals; another good comparison) if I have to, but in order to take less pressure off myself in that area, I need to also start some farms and gardens, as it were.

Alright. Got 2 hours until I’m off my computer. I believe I may actually have my one trading bot issue under control, and it looks like the updated Forex bot is doing its thing.

Once I get Nasdaq trading down pat, that one will be good for making a bit of extra money on non-news days.

Listened just to music today, and to ASMR audios while I did my mindfulness stuff. Really focused in on the training affirmations. Let me tell ya, when the news is going in the background, while a cat is meowing loudly for attention, THAT is a real test of your patience and empathy! This was going on while trying to do mindfulness. Fun times.

Pretty uneventful day otherwise. Read some 20,000 Leagues under the Sea while I was testing a scheduler program for the bot. It gave my brain a much needed mental break, to be sure.

Take note: reading is yet another tool in helping to refocus your mind, so that you can go back to demanding tasks later in a better headspace. Yes, these seem to be literally demanding tasks in my head at times lol. Kinda like an inner voice going, “DON’T IGNORE ME! I MUST BE SOLVED NOW, you don’t have time for mindfulness or reading! ANY time whatsoever not done in learning about trading, taking notes about trading, or doing trading itself is wasted time!”

All of this is complete and utter nonsense, of course. Unless my mindset is in proper alignment, I.e, I’m in the headspace of a “professional trader”, I can’t get the most out of those times. So 30 to 40ish minutes a day is part of the very work of stepping into that identity of a disciplined, level-headed, empathetic entrepreneur and trader.

Skin of a rhino, heart of a baby. That’s the key. That’s the key. Remember those words, and stick with them, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2...ahem, don’t know what came over me.

Alrightly, beginning tomorrow, my blogs will essentially just be basically the gist of my journal text, and like before, screenshots of my time and habit trackers, along with any other useful links related to what I’m talking about.

Oh, and about that “surviving sleeping outside in the polar vortex video”? Well, I worked on one that was more important for today. My friend who does ASMR is going through a bit of a rough patch, and I really wanted to throw something together to cheer her up. I basically made a short music video (of me playing piano, combined with my own b-roll) hinting at a tune that her character sings in her Southern Charmer role play video.

I’m not going to link it out here, because it was meant mainly for her. It’s the same girl as the video that “accidentally” showed up in the previous post two days agao.

But rest assured, that other video will be coming shortly. And you will see a great chronicle of man versus nature, of great coura...ahem. It’ll be coming soon.

Thanks as always for being awesome and reading this to the end. Remember, you got this!

Music I listened to today:

Chopin Ballade No. 1 in G Minor. Quite possibly in my Top 10 favorite piano pieces. This particular recording came from an album I discovered when I was around 15 years old, at my local library. Whoever curated their Classical albums did a great job.

The entirety of the Album ("Mad About Piano") has many beautiful interpretations of pieces that are among my favorites to this day. Basically, it's hard to go wrong with the Deutsche Gramophone label. Alright, I'm done gushing about music (for now hehe).

Tudaloo.