#rc 20

[seemyblogs]

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[zaddyshen]

It’s 2025 and my black Lale just ended DLS with Noe but she’s still white in the final cg. Sir you went with some white girl, not your wife and mother of your children

[malbonteee]

Only on this app are free choices sometimes more beautiful than paid ones

[unauthorized-author]

I've been thinking that since the ghost of Curlfeather visits Splashtail when he's asleep, the ghost of Curlfeather does the same here. BUT, since Splashface can see ghosts regardless of whether he's asleep or not, it's a calculated choice to only visit him when he's asleep so he WON'T sleep. She wants to see Splashface crash and burn after he killed her. Sleep deprivation from the dead, if you will. She knows he's TERRIFIED of her.

It, along with a whole lot of other shit, contributes to an ultimately bloody leadership from Splashface.

[malekssinner]

Nah not season 2 of SC being set not only in Scotland but also in a town near Edinburgh?! Like mate, I better not be opening the app to be greeted by Rosyth or Broxburn or I’ll be decked 🤣 ALSO pls Amy include some Scottish slang, I will kill for someone to call Ro a “wee fanny” or some shit

[deepspaceboytoy]

Upskirt

I get why the J-20 still has the PL-10 side bay mounts (we’re still not at that point where short range engagements are a thing of the past) but I wish they could get the PL-16 out so we can get the six pack IWB with BVRAAMS instead of the essentially pistol range PL-10s. Anyways I really do love the look of the bay, it’s so sleek

[kyjen-r]

[nija-orita20]

What are your theories for the next update of Soulless season 2??

Here’s mine:

This is all based on episode 10. The scene where Vyxaria suspects that someone is watching her, along with the conversation Vyxaria had with Threxio/Threxia about Kang being possibly enchanted by a powerful demon, is confirmation that Vyxaria was definitely being watched and followed by a more powerful demon that has taken the form of Xantheia. Once Vincent realizes that Vyxaria is in danger, he’ll try to teleport; however, since Vyxaria placed the blood diamond under Threxio/Threxia’s bed as a prank, it’ll make things much harder. I do think that Vincent will put the pieces together, and he might meet Threxio once he teleports to his apartment and tells him that Vyxaria is in danger, which will lead to them or only Vincent heading to her location in order to save her. 

[interactivefictionramblings]

I love Novak already. Practically made for me.

[trespia]

& he should continue NOT to notice her...

[thisghosts-obsessions-again]

Jsndjdkakka Is my favourite familiar part of the official LI lineup now?

[retrofutbolmgc]

Derik Osede • RC Deportivo de La Coruña (20/21)

[finalexpenses]

ahaiwheieheahdhshbsbds ohhh i love seeing what my grandparents got me for christmas last year Man they really hate me dont they

[jgwaterz]

[ivosangel]

I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW I AM INSANE ABOUT THIS AND I HAVE BEEN SINCE FUNGI FIRST SHOWED IT TO ME

Fungi man your writing is insaaane I think everyone should read this it's too good

Spoilers ahead:

I mean this genuinely and sincerely, this fic never ceases to make me cry. There's just so much soul in your writing man. And I felt so much going through this fic, especially when she goes from not being able to see who it is to recognizing him because "How could she not, he was her beautiful symphony"

This fic makes me so emotional, the part at the end where she's left alone and there's nothing left but for her to go into the light, him waking up to watch her final breaths, "I'm right behind you" DESTROYED ME every inch of this fic DESTROYED ME

What kind of insane sadistic genius do you have to be to write this /affectionate

Golden hour

Rating : T

Wordcount: 1600 ish

hard core fluff

pairing: lou/ivo

Warnings: character death, memory loss,

For Joey

The young psionic looked at the scene, the sun bled through the tall trees. She let the cloud of smoke roll from her lips and cloud her vision. Footsteps coming closer, disturbing the leaves and twigs that blanketed the ground, and the faintest smell of coffee came up beside her. “Is it too loud?” a deep voice asked, calm and rich. She glanced to her side, her eyes meeting the tall man’s before she hastily casted her cigarette away, stomping it out without looking away from the young man. He looked as if he had just stepped out of a party, champagne glass still in hand.

“No, monsieur.” she said, earning a small gentle smile. “You’re acting strange.” He said.  He didn’t have a face, not truly, but she knew he smiled and she knew what that smile looked like. “How?” she asked, “Monsieur.” he mimicked, not as if it was a title unfitting of him but that it was unfitting for her to use it. She frowned for a moment and tried to remember why she called him that. Then she realized she didn’t truly know who this was. 

And her attempt at remembering him only seemed to amuse the man. She got the sense that he knew very well what her thoughts were but he made no attempts to help her. Instead he looked at the trees. 

“Are you scared?” he asked. She didn’t know why she would be, but even if she was before he came to her side, she couldn’t say she felt that way now. “No.” she said and the man smiled gently once again, as if he knew her reasoning. Maybe He did, she thought.

She looked at the trees then to the small rambling stream that created a line in the forest, where over the stream you could walk straight into the sunlight, Then she looked back to the dark haired man that leaned on a rock, long legs stretched out, one leg crossed over the other, his hair moving in the wind like dark silk ribbons. 

And as she watched him, she was struck with the sight, a chord played by fate echoed from across the stream. She imagined herself playing with his hair, the strands tangled in her fingers like ink, and when she caught his eye she knew he knew her thoughts.

She knew him, she knew she did. it was as if he was the air in her lungs, as natural as breathing she didn’t have to think of it she just knew, somewhere within her bones held the knowledge of him. If she closed her eyes she could almost see him. 

But then, she couldn’t. He was like an ache in a limb she no longer had. 

So she sat and spoke for a while with the man her soul knew and her mind had forgotten, and she wished to know him once again. 

“Do you like it here?” she asked. He tilted his head to the side, inspecting her for a moment before he nodded. “It’s peaceful, isn’t it?” he responds. “Yeah.” She looked at his illuminated profile. Her eyes trailing each bump of his nose, landing on his lips that were stretched into a knowing smile and before she landed back on his eyes. “I’m sorry.” she blurted. “It’s okay, Lou.” he said, And at once she believed him, and that quiet part that knew him let out a shaky breath. 

 A beat passed and she hesitated on acting on the wish to light another cigarette, something in her knew he wouldn’t much appreciate it if she did. And as she looked at him she thought to herself that she’d like to settle into the creases of his smile for eternity, to linger in that impish grin where his canine teeth poked out from behind his lips. To forever live within his joy, to be it.

“It’s nice to not have to fight anymore, isn’t it?” he asked. “Yeah.” she replied not truly understanding what he was referring to but not having the strength to tell him.

The wind picked up and a stray strand fluttered in front of her. She watched for a moment as the light caught the varying shades held within it before without thinking of it, she reached out and caught the strand. He didn’t seem to mind, only smiling as she twirled his hair around her fingers.

His slender hand rested beside hers and for a moment he looked terribly tired before he rested his head against her shoulder. His eyes were lifeless and far away and she got the sense that he wasn’t really here. 

“I’m afraid you’ll disappear if I close my eyes.” she admits. 

Her fingers on her free hand played with the tips of his, and in a moment he locked their fingers together, and it felt right. She twisted the ring on his finger as they sat in silence for only a moment.

“I won’t, I’m right behind you, Lou.” He assured.

He was on the tip of her tongue, and still he was illusive. How strange it is to be beside a ghost. He lifted his head and looked at the now quickly setting sun and she knew that this was ending, and if tired of waiting for herself to catch up she found herself kicked out from the driver seat, watching from the outside as the man whose face was so much clearer now, spoke up once again, as if he too knew it would all end soon. 

“Are you happy?” He asked. “I think it’ll be different without you.” She heard herself say. “Don’t worry about that, just be happy.” He said. “I’m glad – that it was you.” “Me too,” he said, before he rose to his feet. 

She felt the need to tell him everything, all the thoughts in her mind, as if he was on the verge of disappearing. an anxious voice almost screamed that he was leaving, that he was going to leave. She didn’t want him to leave, she knew he wouldn’t come back if he did. Whoever it was he was. So in one quick movement she dived into him, resting her cheek against the center of his back as she wrapped her arms around him. 

She was surprised to find that he was firm and warm and that against her ear was the sound of a beating heart, for some reason she felt as if he would turn to dust in her hands if she touched him, something fragile in his presence. He paused for a moment, but he didn’t tense, only halting as if he was surprised before he turned his head to look back at her, a smile on his lips and a horribly soft look in his eyes. 

She counted each beat and closed her eyes tight, and for a moment he didn’t react, as if he was already used to her antics and every strange impulse she had but after that moment he placed a heavy hand on hers. 

And as if controlled by that anxious spirit, Lou spoke up; “Dance with me?” she wasn’t even sure why she asked, but the man smiled before replying with “But nobody’s dancing here.” before pulling her into a dance. He was graceful, but slow, as if he too wished to linger. They didn’t have to lead each other much, each of their moments were easy and practiced, and whoever he was he had been her dance partner for a very long time.

Love was a symphony played by the stars, and each crying of the strings were just moments, Seemingly small moments. An introduction, a lingering look, a touch that lasted too long on the small of her back, a kiss, Each moment a note, and with each word he said another player began.

 She stared at his ring as they swayed. “I love you.” she said as he twirled her under his arm. Could you love someone you didn’t know? Could you know someone you’ve never seen before?  

But then, she remembered when he gained the wrinkles he wore, she remembered when his dark hair seemed to wash out in the shower, leaving more and more grays as the days went on. 

Oh. How could she forget him? Her beautiful symphony. He was like the ocean’s first crash onto the shore, and after him came all of that she forgot. She fell into him, her legs giving out on her and still he smiled gently.

 “You look so sad, Ivo.” she said, her hand reaching cradle his cheek, her eyes tracing the frown on his lips as he leaned into her hand. “I miss you.” He replied, his voice wavering, as if he was still begging her to return while knowing there was no chance. 

“Keep missing me.” She said with a watery smile. “No.” he replied easily. Despite herself she laughed, then with a glance at the setting sun she pulled him into a kiss.

If she could stop this moment, stay for even one second more she would.

 “I love you.” she said, and then she was alone in the forest with nowhere to go but into the setting sun. “I love you.” 

            He jolted awake in the middle of the night to the horrible sound of silence, he sat up in his chair, his eyes adjusting to the dimly lit hospital room and as soon as they did they landed on his wife. With a trembling hand he took hers and glanced at the monitor, slow, small waves and then after one last beat, a long thin line stretched out.

“I'm right behind you.” He whispered into the cold hand of his wife, pressing small kisses to her fingertips. 

[sonoran-dining]

Boca by Chef Maria Mazon

July 22, 2023

After a long and admittedly boring trip to the military surplus store (sorry Ryan), we found ourselves standing in downtown Tucson on a Saturday at 11 trying to find somewhere to eat lunch. Seeing as it was the only place that was open and wasn't fried chicken or burgers (which we had last night), we made our way over to Boca by Chef Maria Mazon.

With a name like that, you would expect this place to be a pretentious cesspool of everything awful about upper-class dining. What we found instead, however, was a quiet, peaceful restaurant with mismatched furniture and natural light. We had a flight of salsa, asada and chicken tacos, a Boca Ball, and a quesadilla. The 5 salsas came in a wide range of sweetnesses and spiciness levels, and the flavors were all unique. NONE of the salsas were any of the traditional salsa colors (being brown, red, or green); instead we saw white, yellow, and pink. Ryan loved the Boca Ball- I am not one for the varied preparations of potatoes, but he found it to be crispy and refreshing. The chips were made in-house and were salted to perfection. And of course, the mains were incredible. After having our taste buds teased by the chips and salsa, we were delighted to find that the mains were just as appetizing. The food was light and delicious, perfect for a hot morning, and the restaurant was calm and inviting.

The most appealing part of the restaurant's menu was the extensive list of alcohol served. There was a small bar in the restaurant, and Ryan and I postulated that this would be the perfect place to get "white girl wasted" on a weekday afternoon. There were tons of fruity mixed drinks and a variety of rum.

And the price- for me and Ryan, our pre-tip total was $34! Of course, this could partially be attributed to the fact that neither of us was drinking, but it was nice to taste such delicious, and seemingly expensive food for such a good price. We will definitely find ourselves back at Boca in the future.