#taha talks

[jellyluchi]

I know most of the jjba fandom is dead out here and even I haven't been active but I'm still out here and I still think about my jjba friends !!!!

[prosciuttoswife]

Thank you so much for the sweet words on Focaccia's carrd set up! 🥹💖💖

[jellyluchi]

thanks for the tag !! :D the last character in my roll happens to be a picture I took of Miles while playing AAI xD

the og post was way too long so I'm making a new one

thanks for the tag @lombolica !! :D

You're stuck in a room with the last character in your gallery how safe are you

very safe

the worst thing that could happen is him being clumsy, so I think I'm alright (unless monsters find him I guess)

tagging (no pressure): @flaretheidiot @lemonic-whimssyy @wibbly-wobbly-blog @cryptidanathema @virtualunease @aurlworthfightingfor @angrysheep @sugarplumanderson @time-travelling-chaos @fateisnotafactor @monstrousmaws @sinfulauthor @idkaguyorsomething @vampireopossum and anyone who wants to do this!

[jellyluchi]

omg sorry i forgot to be active here KJBASKDBASJDB

[jellyluchi]

Didn't post this here before but ...

[jellyluchi]

New tumblr theme so this account is now a yumeship fanpage 💗

[jellyluchi]

Thank you for the tag!!! 🥹💞your friendship has meant so much to me over the past year Doni !!!

2023 is coming to an end so this is my annual I love my online friends so fucking much you wouldn't believe me if I told you post.

[jellyluchi]

Stupid fucking ask blog for my husband was pissing me off LMAO

[proustianlesbian]

Happy heavenly birthday to my favorite artist on what should be his 65th birthday 💙 !!

[youweremyridehome]

maria, sa jäta see loll hendri maha ja tule õige mulle 🙏

[jellyluchi]

HELP.MEEE

Phantom of the Opera is a reverse "I Can Fix Him" situation. "she can fix me" "no the hell i can not"

[west-tokyo-incidents]

I've been thinking all night about Aki's douji, a much lesser evil douji of theft. His name is Tahae, or 'thief' in Maori. I would imagine they're like one of the least powerful douji, being a petty crime, but he has the somewhat useful noh of being able to see through any material thinner than three inches. Which is the only reason he's tolerated at evil douji meetings.

Also Vice thinks it's hilarious watching Akira fight to not lose his cool when Aki is around.

Aki hates him. With every fiber of her being. Which is good! Makes him more powerful. But he's like Eater or Avaro in that he's basically a kid and it's difficult for her. Because SHE was a kid when she had to start stealing.

I'm really trying to not go stereotypical and give him a raccoon as an animal, and I have no idea what he looks like yet so don't ask.

[xo-hugs-n-kisses-ox]

Rumination

Ruminate

(v.) To think about something deeply

After Edward left her, Bella Swan fell apart. Desperate to try and save his eldest daughter, Charlie brings his youngest daughter to Forks to see if she can bring her sister out of her depression.

Now, y/n must try to help her sister find her way back to the light while also trying to navigate her Junior year of high school in the odd town of Forks.

---

Chapter Twelve: Consequences

Now Playing: Breakin’ Dishes by Rihanna

I listened as Billy told us all the story of Taha Aki and his family, how they dealt with the Cold Ones. I had heard this story before, when Bella and I had come over with Charlie as children.

Bella fell asleep after a while, and Jacob picked her up to take her back to Edward. I had gone back with the rest to Emily’s house.

I showered and put on my pajamas, walking out to sit on the couch as Jared set up some movies. Emily made popcorn and Sam dug out blankets.

The movie Jared ended up turning on was some action movie I wasn’t particularly interested in. It wasn’t bad, though.

I fell asleep about half way through, and I woke up in my bed. I wasn’t sure how I got there, but I figured one of the guys put me to bed so they could fold out the couch bed.

I made my way towards the kitchen, only to find Sam, Jared, and Paul sitting around the table looking grim.

I slid into the seat closest to me, asking them, “What happened?”

Jared handed me a newspaper.

On it, the title read, “Seattle Terrorized by Slayings.” Underneath the title, I read about nearly fifty people having been killed at random. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the brutal murders; no racial bias, no gender bias, not one part of the city safe from the attacks. The only thing that authorities have determined was that all the victims were from ages twenty to thirty, with a few victims being in their late teens. I felt sick.

“We will be patrolling more,” Sam said grimly, “We are meeting with the Cullens.”

“Do you think it’s… supernatural?” I asked, my brows drawing together, “It could be human doings, there’s some sadistic people in the world.”

“There’s not a fingerprint there, no tracks, not a single thing pointing to human murders,” Paul said, his voice tense and his body pulled taught, “Better safe than sorry.”

I pursed my lips, nodding.

---

Bella called me.

“You saw it, right?” She demanded, her voice hushed. I knew what she meant.

“Yeah, we all saw it.” I confirmed, and I heard her sigh in relief on the other end of the phone.

“Carlisle asked for help from the Denali coven, the one I told you Laurent had stayed with,” she explained, “They won’t help us, if this is caused by Victoria.”

“Why?” I asked, slightly confused. Weren’t they friends with the Cullens?

“Laurent was involved with one of them,” she said angrily, “And now the Denali coven wants to kill the pack because they killed Laurent.”

I was silent for a long moment.

“Fuck Laurent and fuck them, we don’t need their help anyway,” I said slowly, anger simmering in my chest, “He tried to kill us, he deserved to be destroyed.”

Bella agreed with me, adding, “Yeah. Listen, I need you to talk to Sam. If the things in Seattle are because of Victoria, we need to work together or everything will be for nothing.”

“He wants to talk to the Cullens,” I informed her, “I think it’s going to be some of the others who need convincing.”

“Okay,” she said, “Okay. I’ll call you, if I know anything else.”

“Back at you,” I tell her, “Love you.”

“Love you too, Y/n.”

The call disconnected, and I ran back to the front of the house to tell everyone what I had learned.”

---

Bella said that Alice was having a party. We both agreed that it was a stupid idea.

Sam wants to speak with the Cullens, but he doesn’t trust them. He wants answers, he wants to know what they know.

I think he believes that they’re somehow the cause of everything, and I don’t really disagree. I think, though, that the Cullens are trying to keep everything safe and close to their chest.

Jacob got Bella, but they hung out at his house.

I was making food with Emily, watching as the guys cycled in and out of the house. Sam had everyone doing double shifts, and it was taking a toll. When they weren’t out in the forest, the pack was sleeping. I had to coax them awake to get them to eat, and as soon as they were finished, they were right back asleep.

Paul had just gotten back from his shift to trade out with Embry, when Bella stormed into the house. She was holding her hand, furious and crying, and I was quick to rush to her side.

Despite his weariness, Paul woke himself up to oversee everyone’s safety.

Bella’s hand was broken, and Emily was the one to look at it. She explained what happened, and I stared at her. I was still as a statue as she spoke, my eyes wide as fury exploded in my chest.

I shoved to my feet, my chair tipping over behind me as I stormed outside to find Jacob. Paul was on my heels after smacking Jared awake to watch over Bella and Emily in the kitchen.

I stormed over to where Jacob was standing in the yard, debating if it was worth it to break my hand to punch him, too.

Instead, I stopped an arm’s length away from him and watched him coldly. I was so angry that I was shaking, and I demanded, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

My voice almost didn’t sound like me, and it would have been a bit more startling had I been less upset.

“Y/n, listen—” he started, but I cut him off.

“I don’t give a single damn about what you have to say!” I snapped, “I know you like my sister, and no one fucking liked Edward, but that doesn’t give you the right to kiss her against her will!”

“Y/n, it’s not that bad, I—”

I cut him off again, “If Edward doesn’t kill you, I very well might, you pushy, idiotic, piece of shit.”

I turned, looking to Paul.

“Explain to him what consent is, because it seems like the constant fever has gotten to his brain,” I ordered, “And keep him away from the house.”

I stormed back to the house, listening as Paul started to lay into Jacob.

---

I took Bella to the Cullen’s home. It was the first time I had ever seen it.

We marched in and I saw Edward first.

“What happened?” He demanded, and Bella explained everything to him.

I was still fuming, and Edward was tense beside me as Carlisle fixed Bella’s hand.

“Don’t touch any of the others,” I muttered, “But Jacob’s free game.”

Edward inclined his head, “We share similar sentiments on him now, I see.”

“If I could have, I would have broken his nose.”

---

I ended up staying the night with the Cullens.

Alice made me shower, since I “smelled like wet dog,” and gave me some of clothes to wear instead. She stuffed me into a pair of black pajama pants several sizes too big, tying them tightly around my hips. The shirt, which was also slightly large, was a band tee for Metallica.

Bella and I took monopoly over the couches, Edward sitting beside her.

Emmett and Rosalie had come out of their room, and Emmett asked, “What happened, Bella? Walking and cheering gum at the same time?”

“Punched a werewolf,” she corrected, and he laughed loudly.

“Which one?” He asked eagerly, “That why your sister’s here?”

“Jacob,” I answered, “Feel free to break his jaw, if Paul didn’t for me.”

Emmett grinned, sitting down happily beside me, “Paul’s the one who tried to beat my ass when I accidentally got over the creek, right?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed, “No hard feelings about it.”

Emmett laughed again, “If we weren’t supposed to hate each other, it’d be cool to wrestle. They’re bigger than the bears that I hunt.”

I raised my brows, “I’ll relay the sentiment.”

After a minute, my phone rang. I picked it up and I walked back outside, listening to Paul’s voice as it crackles to life on the other end of the line.

“How are things over there?” He asked, “Are the lea— Cullens taking care of your sister?”

“They’re nice, the good doctor put a brace on Bella’s wrist, Edward’s taking care of her right now.,” I informed, then asked, “How are things over there?”

“Pack’s a little divided,” He told me honestly, “Some think Jacob wasn’t overly in the wrong, Emily, Leah, and the rest of the girls think Bella should’ve been able to break his nose.”

I hummed, “What about you? What do you think?”

“I think I hate vampires and want you and Bella away from them, but that Jacob had no right to kiss Bella when it wasn’t what she wanted.”

His answer was good, and I told him as much.

“Good answer,” I murmured, “You get some brownie points.”

“For being a decent person?” He said dryly, “Thanks, Y/n. I’ll take them where I can get them.”

I snorted, “Alright, Hot head, whatever. Meet me over at my house? I think I’ll murder Jacob if I go back over there, and I need to tell Charlie about Bella breaking her hand.”

“Took care of it already,” He replied, and I could hear him walking to the door, “I’ll see you over there.”

I hung up and kissed Bella’s temple, hesitantly patting Edward on the shoulder as I left. I felt awkward in their house, but I thanked them for their help and hospitality.

———

(Lightly edited 1/5/25)

Sorry this was put out so late!! Anyway, hope y’all enjoyed!!

Also, this was about when I started realizing that Stephanie Meyer wasn’t a good writer in general bc Jacob and Edward weren’t shit and Bella was a victim of both at any given time

Also also, I got a few requests!! I’m so happy and I’m working on them rn!! They should be out sometime this week and thank you guys so much for the interest in my writing 🥰 I adore yall 💕

(Ps I got a guinea pig and he’s adorable and SO soft)

[girlactionfigure]

Syria

The Islamist regime in Syria wasted no time after seizing power. Within a week, they launched a brutal campaign: stop, search, and kill anyone daring to oppose them..be it faith, belief, or opinion. They’re not bringing justice; they’re just perfecting Assad’s playbook. Meanwhile, Western media turns a blind eye to the slaughter of Kurds, the siege of Alawite communities, and the kidnapping of Christians. Turkey’s spin machine covers up these crimes, polishing the image of former Al-Qaeda and Muslim Brotherhood operatives as “new-age leaders.” Yesterday’s terrorist now talks of modernity and peace, but the truth is clear: he’s just a wolf in sheep’s clothing, using new strategies to reclaim power.

What "activists" claimed #Israel did in #Gaza and Lebanon is now happening in #Syria..yet there’s no outcry, no protests, no courts. Silence speaks volumes.

The West, convinced this is a New Year’s miracle, hopes refugees will rush back home. But they misunderstand the Middle East. Those returning from Germany or France will find hell awaiting them. They’ll organize, build their own power, and send a new wave of refugees back...this time, armed with knowledge of your streets and your ways of thinking.

Evil disguised as change is still evil. Smooth words can’t hide the fact that we’re witnessing the same brutality, dressed in modern PR. From Syria to the way the media plays its games, perhaps Bin Laden’s real flaw wasn’t his ideology..it was his lack of a PR makeover. Wouldn’t you agree? 

Amjad Taha أمجد طه

[jellyluchi]

Can I be a little sentimental about the name for ProPesci's novel like "my proud hook and line" is the type of name I would expect for those historical novels I sometimes read OUGHHHH

[jrow]

Well friends, I did it. We did it. There is such incredible talent in this community and it really shone through this month. I have only scratched the surface and am so excited to read more! I am so proud (yes!) that my little story has been part of this wonderful May Prompts 2024. Thank you to everyone who commented or liked or reblogged. I wasn’t sure I would be able to manage this, but the engagement really spurred me forward, even on those days there was seemingly no time to write. And a super thank you to @calaisreno for the wonderful prompts. They were so fun to play with but kept me on my toes. On more than one occasion, I thought I knew where the story was going, but the prompt pulled me in another direction. I will be posting the full shebang to ao3 and will share the link when I do. Thanks again!

May Prompts (31)

Day 30 here. Start at the beginning here.

Pride (an epilogue)

He’s about to burst from pride.

A year ago, the sheer magnitude of the feeling would have been shocking, but now … well, when you live with a little one as brilliant as Rosie, you feel pride a lot.

It’s her end of year ballet recital. He had been hesitant about signing her up for the “butterfly ballet” class—worried about strict instructors and judgment and tears. But, John had insisted and been proven right. It could barely be called ballet—watching the class reminded him of the second law of thermodynamics—but at the end of every session, Rosie would beam and twirl her way home, firmly on cloud nine.

And now the recital. She has been talking about it all week and the excitement had her up at five this morning. John thought it might be overkill to invite Molly and Gavin along with Mrs. Hudson, but was overruled by the star herself. And so they were all here. Mycroft was never formally told of the event, but had arrived at the small church hall right on time, with a bouquet of two dozen pink roses in hand. His brother never does things by halves.

Little Isla, Jordan, and Anna are currently centre stage, beaming in the spotlight. They are doing fine, he supposes, although Isla is far from the prodigy her mother seems to think she is.

And then there is Rosie, dancing from the far back corner, smile a mile wide. She had started at the front but quickly ran to the back when she saw that Taha was too nervous to come on stage. So now, Rosie is dancing with all she has, while holding the hand of the little boy, who has been coaxed halfway onto the stage.

Occasionally, Taha will look at Rosie like she hung the moon.

No, this is a new level pride. He truly might burst.

Halfway through, Rosie leans down and whispers something to her friend. The boy nods and takes a small step right, so that he is now almost entirely on the stage.

Anna’s mother, who is sitting in front of John, turns around. “You two are doing something right!” she says with a grin before returning her focus to the stage.

The music crescendos and, for a second, it’s all too much. The sounds, the lights, the feelings bigger than he thought possible. He closes his eyes for a moment, to settle.

“Open your eyes,” John whispers.

It’s said with such earnest that he immediately complies. And there is Rosie, waving with her free hand and smiling like this is the greatest day there’s ever been. Maybe it is. He waves back along with the rest of her little entourage. She laughs.

John beams and grabs his hand. “Maybe we are doing something right.”

He looks down at their entwined hands and then up on the stage at the little girl. His little girl. “Yes, I think we are.”

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