#sere speaking

[pinkwright]

need ppl to understand that she re-created a literal gift from a god like it was nothing

[sprkleropequeen]

i need to go see hozier live i am going to UGHHHH

[mbakuetshurisprincess]

hii baby i feel like i havent interacted w u in a whileeee so i was just popping in to say hi to the loml 🎀☺️

Babyyyy 🥲🥲

Thank you my love I have been getting my ass whooped by academia, BUT I’m still alive!

Kisses to my love always 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

[collarbonemark]

hugh dancy more like love of my life 😍

[the-acid-pear]

The way I'm not over a single thing I've internalized when speaking in spanish

[pupuseriazag]

Dando un paso adelante a mis ocs decidi hacer el chart de relaciones entre elles

Se que nomas he hablado de como un 40% de los que estan nombrados 💀 pero igual

[cecilxa]

knowing you're in love

summary: alhaitham makes exceptions only for one person

contents: fluff, pining alhaitham, he has a massive crush lmao, reader and him aren't together, character focused (?), gn!reader

cw: very tiny allusions to academic pressures and stress

recommend listening to: john wayne by cigarettes after sex

Alhaitham doesn’t know what to do with himself. He should, he definitely should. But what can he do when you’re infesting his mind? He wants you to get out; get out of his thoughts before it’s too late; before it’s too late to do anything about it. But how could he? When he sees your smile, even your face, even when someone mentions your name, the thought of laying with you in his arms will penetrate the barriers he’s built up. Built up after years, or maybe built in his nature, he doesn’t seem to care what people think of him. But you’re different. It’s frustrating. 

Him against the world. Alhaitham knows this is an arrogant view (one that he would never stand by), but he understands why people may think of him that way. What do you do when you’re called a genius from such a young age, apart from relishing in the praise and waiting for it to subside? When such scholarly brains are picked apart by external factors, your own thoughts become your worst enemies. Alhaitham knows what this feels like, experienced what it’s like, would wish it on no person. Maybe that’s why he’s so closed off, seems so uncaring, says things so matter-of-factly. If he has to treat everyone equally, the easiest thing to do is to treat them objectively, so why are you the exception to that?

You’ve never had to face the same obstacles other people have had to deal with when talking to him; he’d never put them up in the first place. Never for you, anyway. Yet you’ve never noticed this; never noticed how his eyes gleam with an unbearable fondness that twinkles whenever you’re around, or how they soften in adoration whenever he catches himself staring. Alhaitham hasn’t noticed this either- in a perpetual state of denial- blaming it on your addicting presence, blaming it on the fact he can’t seem to stay away for too long, lest he begin to miss the way you speak, the way you laugh, the way his heart thumps quicker in response. 

Alhaitham finds himself to be uncharacteristically quiet in your presence. Normally, he’s always there to find a quick comment, something to keep the conversation going in a way that’s textbook charismatic. But when he joins you for a walk, your path lit by faint moonlight, stars twinkling and leaves rustling, he’s as quiet as the clouds in the night sky, silently, yet valiantly moving alongside your strides. You’re quiet, as well. He doesn’t seem to mind. There’s a certain sereness, being able to walk with you, and being able to admire you from such a short distance away, he has to bite his tongue and resist the urge to utter how mesmerising he finds you, your face dappled by the moonlight. For now, though, he takes your hand instead. You don’t resist, but instead look up at him. Alhaitham’s looking up at the stars, his heart beating.

You and him. Him and you. He can’t think of any better way to live. And maybe he’s in too deep; maybe he’s succumbed to his feelings; maybe he’s found that he likes holding your hand too much. He likes the way your fingers interlock, palms touching, hands squeezing. It’s his way of promising you infinity. Infinity, for any little less would be too little for someone like you, taking up too much space in his mind that he doesn’t seem to mind as much as he should. Alhaitham thirsts for knowledge, so it bothers him when he can’t figure out why he’s feeling so much for just one person. You make him feel something, something so extraordinarily amazing, something that makes him want to profess,

“I’d do anything to hold your hand, over and over again.”

So when his eyes meet yours, or when he clasps your hand in his, know that you have his pounding heart forever. Because you make him feel, you’ve made him care more about your wellbeing than that of his own, a feat not to be dismissed. Because you’ve trapped him; trapped him in his own web of devotion and undying loyalty. And he doesn’t know what to do with himself, and he knows that he wants to kiss you. 

And maybe he wants nothing more than to take a walk with you, stars gleaming overhead, and promise you the knowledge that he’ll stay by your side forevermore.

a/n: cigarettes after sex songs do something to me i swear :’) likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 💚

[heisenberg-simp257]

How would the Lords be as parents? We know how Alcina is, but how about the others?

You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.

I don't mind! In fact, this is my favorite kind of content XD Hope you enjoy!💖

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The Four Lords as Parents Headcanons

Alcina Dimitrescu

-We do already know how Alcina is as a parent, but let's recap a little just so she can be included. She can be very loving but is also very strict. However, she always has her children's best interests at heart.

-It's hard for her to show any loving affection with hugs and stuff like that. She's much better in showing her care with the life she's given them, safety and so forth. It's just hard for her to share her emotions.

-However, she's a very protective mother as we all know.

-She will kill anyone who dares harm her children or their livelihoods. They mean a lot to her, and this is how she really shows it. The more danger they are in, the more anger and stress Alcina gets, leading to her lashing out.

-Alcina isn't afraid to scold or punish. The way she sees it, she's the queen here, the one in charge. None of her children would dare talk back to her or speak badly against her. They have a simple yet solid relationship.

-Despite the level of dominance she holds, Alcina does have a sweet spot for her children. If they want to do something with her, she'll do it. She likes to spend downtime with them. Alcina isn't entirely cold, she does have a soft spot for her children.

Donna Beneviento (and Angie)

-Donna would be a good mother, be it a little absent minded here and there. However, she has rules and those rules better be followed or else. Her first rule is definitely don't go into the basement, and then it would be to stay away from her gardens.

-All her strictness comes from paranoia that her children could get hurt or something. She didn't have a very safe childhood, so she overdoes safety now because she's worried. Even though, if the kids are left with Angie, it's a whole other story entirely.

-Despite her overwhelming sense of fear, she still holds a sense of sereness and acts very calm.

-She likes to teach new things to her children, like her art of doll making, gardening, or even tea. Even though she wants them to stay away from her dangerous flowers, each child would get a little spot in the garden where they could grow their own plants under her supervision.

-Donna likes to do a lot of play with her children when they are young. She thinks the imagination is important, so if they want to have a tea party, a tea party they shall get. And if they want to play with dolls that she made for them, she'll drop everything to join.

-She is the queen of comfort. When I mentioned she's a worrier for their safety, that includes while they sleep. Nightmares don't get to cause her children any pain. Donna will give hugs, lay with them until they fall asleep again, or do anything to bring comfort.

Salvatore Moreau

-One of the most caring yet most fearful fathers is Moreau. This man has no idea what to do and no instincts seem to come to him. He's kind of just following on principle of keep them alive and safe and cared for. In fact, sometimes he's too caring.

-His children can never go anywhere without him. Moreau starts to see everything as a hazard and goes to "baby proofing" whatever he can. He always tries to find something to distract them, like a movie or something, in order to get him to feel peace for a while.

-But Moreau is also very proud of his children, running around and talking the ears off anyone he finds.

-The other lords are getting sick of him coming around and gushing about what his kids have done that day. To be honest, they didn't really care. Moreau might know this, but he doesn't care. Just getting to say it makes him happy because he knows his kids know he's proud.

-While he's always scared that something will happen to them, he's also aware that they need to feel loved. Moreau overloads his children with loving words and means of affection. All the hugs in the world from him.

-Despite his soft nature, he's also extremely protective. He will go full on fish mode if anything dares try to harm his offspring. In fact, he might even be scarier than the other lords when it comes to that aspect.

Karl Heisenberg

-Heisenberg is probably one of the most complex fathers in the world to describe because he is just one large mix of everything. He is fearful for both his children's safety and his own status as a parent. Yet, he also loves and cares for them like any parent should. He also has a sense of pride and determination to be a better parent than Miranda ever could.

-Yes, his temper is certainly a problem that he is trying to fix. Every time one of his kids does something wrong, even if it's an accident, he raises his voice. However, deep down, it comes from the fear he felt that they could've gotten hurt. His factory is not a safe place, so they need to listen to him.

-But despite his tough demeanor, his heart has grown three sizes with the addition of children to his life.

-Considering that his factory is a dangerous place to be, he tries to keep the kids occupied while he works. Most of what he does is throwing paper and coloring supplies on the ground and letting them have it. That means he shows up later that evening with them shoving drawing after drawing in his face. He acts annoyed, but he hangs them up all over his workspace.

-Heisenberg knows how dangerous the world is, so he is extremely protective. Not overly protective, but he seems to have a sixth sense for when his kids are in danger. At that point, he magically appears and deals with the problem.

-He's a rough man, but he isn't going to let his kids feel unloved. If they want a hug, they get a hug. If they need him to lay with them till they fall asleep, he's there. They aren't getting a shitty unloved childhood like he got.

[gatheringbones]

best books of 2022 rec list:

fiction:

chouette by claire oshetsky

forty thousand in gehenna by cj cherryh

fierce femmes and notorious liars by kai cheng thom

sula by toni morrison

everyone in this room will someday be dead by emily r. austin

jane eyre by charlotte bronte

villette by charlotte bronte

non-fiction:

gay spirit by mark thompson

we too: stories on sex work and survival by natalie west

transgender history by susan stryker

blood marriage wine & glitter by s bear bergman

love and rage: the path to liberation through anger by lama rod owens

gay soul by mark thompson

between certain death and a possible future: queer writing on growing up in the AIDS crisis by mattilda bernstein sycamore

the man they wanted me to be: toxic masculinity and a crisis of our own making by jared yates sexton

nobody passes: rejecting the rules of gender and conformity by mattilda bernstein sycamore

cruising: an intimate history of a radical pastime by alex espinoza

gay body by mark thompson

what my bones know: a memoir of healing from complex trauma by stephanie foo

the child catchers: rescue, trafficking, and the new gospel of adoption by kathryn joyce

the opium wars: the addiction of one empire and the corruption of another by w. travis hanes III

a queer history of the united states by michael bronski

the trouble with white women by kyla schuller

what we don't talk about when we talk about fat by aubrey gordon

the feminist porn book by tristan taormino

administrations of lunacy: a story of racism and psychiatry at the midgeville asylum by mab segrest

the women's house of detention by hugh ryan

angela davis: an autobiography by angela davis

ten steps to nanette by hannah gadsby

neuroqueer heresies by nick walker

the remedy: queer and trans voices on health and healthcare by zena sharman

brilliant imperfection by eli clare

the dawn of everything: a new history of humanity by david graeber and david wengrow

tomorrow sex will be good again by katherine angel

all our trials: prisons, policing, and the feminist fight to end violence by emily l. thuma

if this is a man by primo levi

bi any other name: bisexual people speak out by lorraine hutchins

white rage: the unspoken truth of our racial divide by carol anderson

public sex: the culture of radical sex by pat califa

I'm glad my mom died by jenette mccurdy

care of: letters, connections and cures by ivan coyote

the gentrification of the mind: witness to a lost imagination by sarah schulman

skid road: on the frontier of health and homelessness in an american city, by josephine ensign

the origins of totalitarianism by hannah arendt

nice racism: how progressive white people perpetuate racial harm by robin diangelo

corrections in ink by keri blakinger

sexed up: how society sexualizes us and how we can fight back by julia serano

smash the church, smash the state! the early years of gay liberation by tommi avicolli mecca

no more police: a case for abolition by mariame kaba

until we reckon: violence, mass incarceration, and a road to repair by danielle sered

the care we dream of: liberatory & transformative justice approaches to LGBTQ+ health by zena sharman

reclaiming two-spirits: sexuality, spiritual renewal and sovereignty in native america by gregory d. smithers

the sentences that create us: crafting a writer's life in prison by Caits Messner

[songbirdseung]

crying / en- hyung line

heeseung

The room was shrouded in darkness, save for the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Heeseung and Y/N lay side by side in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The echoes of their recent argument still hung heavily in the air, a rift that seemed insurmountable.

Y/N turned away from Heeseung, her face buried in her pillow. She had tried to keep her emotions in check, but the tears that welled up in her eyes betrayed her. Silent sobs racked her body as she struggled to muffle her cries.

Heeseung, who was only half asleep, heard the faint sniffles coming from Y/N's direction. His heart ached at the sound, and he knew that their argument had left her just as torn as he was. He turned toward her, his voice soft and filled with concern.

"Y/N," he whispered, "are you okay?"

Y/N didn't respond immediately, her emotions still overwhelming her. She couldn't find the words to express the pain and uncertainty that had gripped her heart. Instead, she continued to cry softly into her pillow.

Heeseung gently reached out and placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. "I know we're going through a tough time," he said, his voice trembling slightly, "but we can work through this together."

Y/N finally turned to face Heeseung, her eyes filled with tears as she met his gaze. "I just… I don't know what to do anymore," she admitted, her voice trembling.

Heeseung wiped away a tear that had escaped Y/N's eye, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. "We'll figure it out, Y/N," he said with determination. "We love each other, and that's worth fighting for."

Y/N nodded, her heart heavy but grateful for Heeseung's reassurance. She reached for his hand, their fingers intertwining in a silent promise to work through their differences. Heeseung pulled Y/N closer, holding her in his arms as they both sought solace in each other's presence.

Jay

It was a quiet evening, and you sat on the couch, your heart heavy with concern for Jay. He had been increasingly distant and stressed lately due to his demanding idol schedule. Tonight, he had finally decided to open up to you.

Jay entered the room, his shoulders slumped, and a weariness in his eyes that you hadn't seen before. He sank onto the couch beside you, and you could sense the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Jay," you said softly, "you know you can talk to me, right? Whatever's bothering you, we can face it together."

Jay nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know, Y/N, but it's just… it's been so overwhelming lately." He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to find the words.

As he began to speak, you listened attentively, your heart aching for him. He talked about the pressure of their busy schedules, the expectations of fans, and the constant scrutiny of the public eye. He spoke of the sleepless nights and the feeling of being pulled in a hundred different directions.

Tears welled up in Jay's eyes, and for the first time, you saw him cry. Your heart broke for him, and you reached out to gently wipe away his tears. "It's okay to cry, Jay," you reassured him, your voice filled with empathy.

He leaned into your touch, his head resting on your shoulder as he continued to share his feelings. He spoke about the fear of letting down his group and the weight of responsibility that came with his career. He confessed that he had been bottling up his emotions for far too long, and it was taking a toll on him.

You held him close, offering a comforting embrace as he let out his pent-up emotions. "You don't have to carry this burden alone," you whispered. "I'm here for you, and I love you no matter what." Jay clung to you, his tears flowing freely now, as he realized that he didn't have to face his struggles in solitude.

Jake

You sat at the park, scrolling through your phone while your dog played nearby. It was a peaceful afternoon, and the gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, creating a serene atmosphere. Little did you know, your day was about to take an unexpected turn.

As you scrolled through your phone, you noticed a figure in the distance, a young man sitting alone on a bench. His shoulders were slumped, and his head was bowed. He seemed lost in his own world of misery. You contemplated whether to approach him, but before you could make up your mind, your dog, an energetic ball of fur, had other plans.

Without warning, your dog wriggled out of its leash, sprinting toward the desolate figure on the bench. You gasped, calling after your mischievous pup, but it was too late. The dog arrived at the bench and began to nuzzle the young man, wagging its tail with enthusiasm.

The young man, who had been lost in his thoughts, was startled by the dog's sudden appearance. He looked down at the dog, and for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He bent over to pet the dog, his fingers gently stroking its soft fur.

You rushed over, apologizing profusely for your dog's behavior. "I'm so sorry. She's usually not like this," you said, trying to regain control of the leash.

But the young man shook his head, tears glistening in his eyes. "No, it's okay," he said, his voice wavering. "Your dog actually brought a little light into my day."

You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy as you looked at the young man. His sorrow was evident, and you decided to take a chance and approach him. "Is everything alright?" you asked softly, genuinely concerned.

The young man, who's name is Jake, hesitated for a moment, then sighed, deciding to confide in you. He told you about how he had just discovered his girlfriend cheating on him, and the pain and betrayal he felt. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he wiped them away with a trembling hand.

You listened empathetically, offering a comforting presence as he poured out his heart. It was clear that he needed someone to talk to, and you were there for him. You assured him that he was not alone and that time would heal his wounds.

As the sun began to set, you both sat on the bench, the dog nestled contentedly between you. Jake's heartache was still palpable, but there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, a spark of resilience. He thanked you for being there when he needed it the most, and you exchanged contact information, promising to stay in touch.

Sometimes, unexpected encounters in the most ordinary places can lead to profound connections. As you left the park that evening, you couldn't help but feel grateful that your dog had led you to someone in need of a friend, even if only for a brief moment in time.

Sunghoon

You and Sunghoon sat cozily on the living room couch, the soft glow of the TV illuminating your faces as you watched a poignant romance movie. The story on the screen unfolded with all the bittersweet emotions that such films tend to evoke.

Sunghoon was engrossed in the plot, following the ups and downs of the characters' love story. He noticed the moments of joy, the heartaches, and the tears that they shed for each other. However, something else caught his attention—the sound of you softly crying beside him.

Concern washed over Sunghoon, and he quickly turned his gaze from the TV to you. "Y/N, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

You sniffled, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped. "Yeah," you replied, your voice trembling slightly. "It's just… this movie is so sad."

Relief washed over Sunghoon as he realized that you were crying because of the movie. He moved closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into a comforting embrace. "I thought something was wrong," he admitted, his tone lightening.

You nestled against his chest, finding solace in his warmth. "Sorry for scaring you," you mumbled.

Sunghoon gently kissed the top of your head. "It's okay," he reassured you. "I'm just glad you're alright."

As the movie continued to play, you couldn't help but feel emotional about the heartbreaking twists and turns of the story. Snuggled up with Sunghoon, you felt safe and loved.

Eventually, as the film reached its climax, you turned to Sunghoon with a hint of vulnerability in your eyes. "Sunghoon, promise me you'll never hurt me like the guy in the movie hurt the girl."

Sunghoon's eyes softened as he met your gaze. He cupped your cheek with his hand and spoke sincerely, "Y/N, I promise you with all my heart that I will never hurt you like that. I love you too much to let anything come between us."

You smiled through your tears, feeling the depth of his commitment to you. "I love you too, Sunghoon."

[maitsafatharani]

Embracing My Self

Kalau mendengar kata 'perjuangan', rasanya perjuangan terbesarku adalah perjuangan berdamai dengan diriku sendiri.

Dulu, aku pernah menjadi seseorang yang sangat sedih bila melakukan kesalahan. Rasanya malu sekali, dan berujung pasrah bila akhirnya aku disalah-salahkan. Kalau saat ini, kita mengenalnya dengan istilah inferior. Aku sering merasa rendah diri.

Padahal, aku bukannya tanpa prestasi. Sepanjang TK hingga SMA, beberapa penghargaan atas prestasi akademik bisa kuraih. Tapi, hal-hal itu tidak menghilangkan kerendah dirianku. Terlebih jika ada kesalahan atas kecerobohan yang kuperbuat. Sekejap, rasa percaya diriku akan merosot, kebaikan-kebaikan yang kupunya terlupakan sama sekali. Dan aku akan bermuram durja karenanya.

Mentalitas inferior ini cukup berpengaruh di kehidupan sosialku. Sewaktu SD, saat bermain dengan teman-teman, aku sering dijadikan 'anak bawang'. Karena dianggap selalu 'kalahan'. Akhirnya teman-teman 'berbaik hati' mengajakku bermain, tapi tidak dilibatkan dengan sebenar-benarnya dalam permainan.

Mungkin ada yang bingung dengan istilah anak bawang?

Misal, main petak umpet nih. Sebetulnya persembunyianku sudah ketahuan. Harusnya jika ketahuan, kan, aku otomatis kalah. Tapi karena aku 'anak bawang', aku akan dianggap tidak ketahuan. Agak menyebalkan, bukan? Rasanya powerless.

Berbeda untuk urusan akademik. Seusai pelajaran selesai, teman-teman yang belum paham dengan materi seringkali menghampiri mejaku untuk minta dijelaskan kembali.

Tapi, kelebihan akademikku tidak pernah bisa menghapuskan kabut hitam inferioritas yang menggelayut di benakku. Aku masih merasa gagal, dan bukan siapa-siapa.

Bersyukur, semakin bertambah usia, rasa inferioritasku mulai berkurang perlahan. Aku semakin berani show up dan berargumentasi. Tapi tentu saja tidak se-powerful itu. Aku masih selalu sedih jika melakukan kesalahan. Apalagi kesalahan yang berulang.

Qadarullah, di bangku kuliah aku menemukan lingkungan yang amat suportif. Rasa inferioritas mulai tertepis jauh. Kalau pun berbuat salah, aku lebih legowo untuk meminta maaf dan mau belajar. Aku lebih percaya, diriku mampu di lingkungan sosialku.

Sampai suatu ketika, aku pernah mengikuti sebuah peer group untuk belajar bersama meningkatkan speaking. Temanku yang menjadi mentorku memberikan apresiasi padaku di sesi one on one. Lalu bertanya.

"Yang aku lihat, kamu begitu tenang saat belajar. Kamu juga berani untuk berbicara saat grup mulai terasa hening dan awkward. Kamu bisa memicu yang lain untuk berani speak up juga. Darimana kepercayaan dirimu itu kamu dapat?"

Ditanya demikian, aku jadi berpikir. Butuh waktu untukku menjawab.

"Sepertinya.. karena aku tahu kalau aku tidak sempurna."

"Kenapa begitu?"

"Karena aku tidak sempurna, aku tahu aku selalu bisa melakukan kesalahan. Maka jalan saja dulu, nanti aku akan tahu letak kesalahanku dimana, dan membenahinya. Practice makes perfect."

Namun, ada kalanya kondisi tertentu membuat penyakit lamaku hadir. Saat aku hendak menikah, rasa inferiorku kembali mencuat. Aku sering mempertanyakan kenapa ada seseorang yang mau memilihku. Aku merasa tidak punya kelebihan yang bisa diandalkan. Aku merasa seringkali berbuat ceroboh. Dan seterusnya.

Beruntung, saat aku mencurahkan kegundahanku pada seorang kakak, beliau menghiburku dengan sebuah kalimat yang membesarkan hati.

"Atas kekurangan pasanganmu, bersyukurlah. Atas kelebihannya, bersabarlah."

Kalimat itu, masih tertanam kuat padaku hingga sekarang. Benar, apa salahnya jika pasanganku lebih baik dalam banyak hal dibanding aku? Aku cukup perlu banyak bersabar untuk belajar mengimbanginya. Dan jika pasanganku melakukan kesalahan, bukankah itu baik untukku, karena ada alasan bagiku untuk membantunya?

"Jangan terlalu dini merasa bersalah. Nanti kalau sudah jadi istri dan ibu, rasa bersalah akan muncul semakin banyak." Canda kakakku itu. Benar juga, aku harus menata emosiku sebaik mungkin.

Dan lagipula, apa salahnya berbuat salah? Bukankah, manusia adalah tempatnya salah dan lupa?

Akhir-akhir ini aku menonton sebuah youtube dari dr. Aisah Dahlan. Beliau tengah memberikan webinar tentang watak. Disitu ada sebuah kalimat beliau yang mengena buatku. Kalimatnya tidak persis, tapi kira-kira seperti ini yang kutangkap.

"Ketika melakukan sesuatu yang salah, cukup ketahui bahwa itu perbuatan yang salah. Tapi jangan pernah merasa bersalah." Ungkap beliau. "Ketika kita sadar kita salah, kita akan maju untuk berbenah. Namun perasaan bersalah hanya akan menahan kita tetap di tempat dan efeknya kita akan sulit untuk berubah."

Rasa-rasanya perkataan beliau menjadi sesuatu yang mencerahkan perjalanan hidupku sejak lampau hingga kini.

Dulu, perasaan bersalah yang membuatku merasa frustasi, dan cenderung sukar untuk berbenah. Justru, kesadaran bahwa diri ini bisa salah, dengan diimbangi kemauan untuk berubah akan membawa dampak yang lebih baik. Baik secara dzahir maupun batin.

Apalagi, posisiku saat ini sebagai seorang istri dan ibu. Semoga Allah bantu untuk melalui segalanya dengan hati yang tenang. Karena, bukankah sakinah di rumah itu bergantung pada ketenangan setiap anggotanya? :)

[pinkwright]

need to scissor her til our pussy's create enough friction to re-create the fires of hell n reunite her w/ joel

[sprkleropequeen]

spring break is over……………

[starlightshadowsworld]

Hc that the one who had sit Percy down and explain to him what Jason had been killed was Sally.

Percy was wandering about their home, getting things ready for his weekly mist call with Jason.

When Sally said she had to speak to him.

"Huh? Sure mum but can it wait till after? Not that I don't wanna hear it but I don't Jason to worry if I'm late you know?"

And Sally seeing her son.

A boy who has gone through unimaginable horrors and pain throughout his whole life.

A boy who has only just begun to sleep, not through the night but getting their. Who is starting to walk around without jumping at shadows.

Sally sering her son, her beautiful wonderful, wounded son who's starting to heal.

And knowing he's going to break.

"There was a quest" she rambles what she knows, what Percy knows.

He doesn't get it.

She doesn't want him too.

But she keeps talking.

And Percy doesn't get it.

Until he does.

Because he doesn't know this.

He doesn't want to.

He grabs the sleeve of her shoulder, eyes silent and begging.

That she stops.

But to do so would only be cruel.

Percy feels like if he tries hard enough he can see Jason's soft smile.

Hear his voice, smooth like honey while trying to hide his pain.

Until there is nothing.

The sun is shining.

No clouds in the sky.

Like nothing happened.

Like it was but an ordinary day.

And not the day Percy Jackson screamed up to Olympus itself, throwing a glass of water at the wall and dissolving into his mother's embrace.

Sally holds her son.

Silently grieving the boy she'd come to know.

Her greif was silent, quite while Percy's roared like a storm.

Threathing to consume him from within.

His sobs that echoed to the underworld.

The sun shouldn't shine.

How could it?

When all the light in Percy's world had gone with Jason.

He screamed like he could feel every wound that had been inflicted on his beloveds body.

His beautiful, beloved Jason who was gone.

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[thatsrightice]

Fighter pilots are trained to withstand torture.

Following World War II, the United States put together a program that trains military personnel the fundamentals necessary to survive and potentially escape captivity. This is especially important training for combat aviators and air crew in particular as they might find themselves in a situation where they need to eject or depart their aircraft over enemy territory. This is called SERE (Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape) School. Though “school” is in the name, there isn’t nearly as much classroom instruction as one might assume.

Opinions vary from person to person depending on which branch they’re in and what sort of training they were put through, but generally speaking a majority say it sucked. “SERE school was the f***ing worst” some wrote. Some military personnel say that they had to undergo various forms of torture to know what to expect, most often they were put into highly uncomfortable positions to replicate some forms of torture. This could include being in positions where you can’t quite stand up, you can’t quite sit, or you can’t quite lean over. Maybe the room is a little bit too warm or too cold, or maybe they’re told to just sit there in a circle. But I’m not talking for a short period of time, I mean for like as many as 18 hours they’re not allowed to move.

For pilots I imagine they’d have to go through a lot of the survival courses where they bring you out into the wilderness and give you very very limited supplies and force you to try and survive for a number of days. And probably torture resistance too because pilots getting shot down and taken captive was/is a very real thing.