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smile-files · 2 years

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teardrop for the win!

of course i have a bias for teardrop, but for several reasons i believe that they really are one of the best object show characters of all time - teardrop by definition changes the game while also changing as a person.

for one thing, if given a list of all of teardrop's areas of expertise, one would assume that she was a guaranteed winner - she is incredibly intelligent and cunning, knows how to author, draw, and code, can easily operate regular tools as well as firearms, can walk up walls, is quick on her feet with good balance, has an amazing throwing arm, can work under pressure, can shoot lasers out of her finger, and is astoundingly ambitious and laser-focused on winning. if ignoring the social aspect of challenges, teardrop would've easily won every season they participated in - which is all of them.

however, one can't ignore the social aspect of challenge-based shows like bfdi - and, whether they're in her control or not, that's where most of her shortcomings lie. the fact that teardrop doesn't speak affects how a lot of their fellow contestants treat them, often causing them to take advantage of teardrop in challenges or otherwise harass them. for that reason alone it can be incredibly difficult for teardrop to make friends, in teams or alliances, as most other contestants refuse to see her as anything but "the quiet one" (even well-meaning contestants refer to her with similarly reductive epithets).

aside from this, teardrop frequently has had little to no regard for the wellbeing of others, perfectly willing to hurt them if they bother her or if their pain gives her the upper hand. most of the time this has been in response to how others treat them, in that nobody cared about their feelings, so they weren't going to care about anyone else's; similarly, teardrop's ambition might've stemmed from a notion that since nobody cared what they wanted, they were going to take what they wanted. even so, teardrop's hostility has often affected people who have done nothing specific to hurt her, such as gelatin, leafy, or flower - out of an unadultarated drive for victory for all three cases, but for the last case also out of impulse. teardrop is notably very impulsive, frequently jumping into actions or decisions without considering all of the options or really thinking about how they might affect those around her. it's clear that teardrop has been here to win, not to make friends - or at least that's what she thought at first.

this initial picture of teardrop provides a fascinating dichotomy between her immense technical skills and meager social skills - both of which being essential to really succeeding in a competition (aside from helping in the team/alliance setting, social skills are important in making the viewer want you to stick around). and, sadly, because so few really accepted them as a person, nevermind a fellow contestant, teardrop's opportunities to utilize her skills and really help her team had been few and far between, meaning that for a significant portion of the series teardrop had been left to languish and be eliminated for no good reason.

i can't say that teardrop didn't get along with anyone before bfb's split; not everyone was actively hostile towards her, for one thing, and a select few were actually reasonably nice to her and actively engaged her in and out of challenges - like leafy, bubble, and especially needle. unfortunately, though, it's hard to find a needle in a haystack (pun intended)...

at the start of bfb, most people were treating teardrop like they always had - why, the first episode is titled "getting teardrop to talk", as even newbies were keen on harassing them about their lack of speech. right from the beginning of that season it was cemented in our minds that people still saw teardrop as a "silent type" with whom understanding is impossible. it was their trying to force teardrop to speak. it was their ignoring teardrop's nonverbal cues. everything seemed the same as always...

but if the first episode's title being named after her tells us anything, it's that bfb was the beginning of teardrop's ascension. into a winner.

before the split, teardrop did what they could to help their team, as they normally would; it was after the split, though, which marked their prime opportunity not only to make friends but also shine as a teammate.

her new team consisted of balloony, bubble, gelatin, leafy, lollipop, ruby, and herself - two people who were already nice to her, three who had never harassed her, and one with whom she was acquainted but who hadn't accepted her yet. i believe this group of people presented teardrop with the ultimate opportunity to not only succeed in the competition, but also grow as a person and get better at making friends.

throughout this new era teardrop got to help immensely in nearly every challenge while simultaneously having fun - they seemed to be a lot more comfortable with this team than with prior ones.

most importantly, she came face-to-face with how her actions affect others. a continuous victim of teardrop's impulsive violence was gelatin; this reasonably made him upset and uncomfortable. however, instead of fearing teardrop and treating them like a monster, he openly told them how he was feeling - actually treating them like a person with feelings themselves. and so teardrop could actually take a step back and think about how she made him feel, and then apologize the best way she could - she might not've been able to say she was sorry, but with her party for gelatin she definitely showed it. and gelatin recognized that.

(my favorite image ever ^)

and so the rest of the contestants began to recognize teardrop as well... there was a subsequent ripple effect from gelatin's open discomfort to teardrop's apology to him to a friendship with him to a friendship with lollipop, which in itself resulted in a willingness to risk their immunity for the sake of their friendship and alliance... which is completely unprecedented! teardrop is so driven to win that her willingness to potentially lose is shocking.

before this, teardrop only ever fought for herself; after all, there was really nobody else for her to fight for. teardrop had had amicable acquaintances, but they didn't really have friends who actually got on their level and put the effort into understanding them. and no, gelatin and lollipop hadn't always been that understanding, but via gelatin's kindness the two of them could now see teardrop in a new light - she wasn't mysterious and scary, but rather just fiercely determined... and misunderstood. they could now see that not only was teardrop a worthy competitor, but a worthy alliance member as well - all because gelatin extended that olive branch.

the newbie alliance, which teardrop was now welcomed into, flourished; the three began to understand each other like siblings; even if they weren't always successful in challenges, they cheered each other on through every loss, every elimination, not even letting a spot in the final divide them. teardrop came in third while gelatin was allowed to advance, but she wasn't angry at him - she was upset with the circumstance, of course, but was also able to move on quickly due to how proud she was of him.

and in the finale, the three worked together beautifully in the group's pursuit of four... and to gelatin and lollipop, their best friends, their siblings, teardrop was no longer "the quiet one". teardrop was the smart one. the perceptive one. the determined one. the one who can inexplicably walk up walls. gelatin and lollipop saw in teardrop what most people refused to, and so teardrop realized that not everyone will refuse to see the good in them. by the end of bfb, teardrop's strengths - all of those incredible technical skills mentioned before - are truly realized, now that they have the strength of their loved ones supporting them. bfb might've been the happy ending for gelatin and flower, but it was also teardrop's beginning.

teardrop abruptly left the scene of bfb for what we now know to be tpot - and her level of confidence is skyrocketing! they're incredibly bold now in a way that they never could've been before - as, even though they're away from their friends, teardrop still has their strength from afar. teardrop still is that ambitious little droplet we know and love; she never stopped aiming for the top, even after being eliminated in bfb. teardrop stuck around until the end, but once things settled down for everyone else, things just picked up once again for them.

it's notable that after a season of finally being able to thrive in a team/alliance setting, teardrop should now be competing on her own; i think this is incredibly interesting, as now she relies entirely on her raw power and talent. after all, not only does teardrop not have teammates to cooperate with, but they also lack the luxury of the chance to be saved from elimination by the viewers - as their team's loss is an automatic elimination for them. we can see that teardrop is struggling on her own, but at the same time her gun-slinging swagger is making her out as a worthy opponent to her fellow competitors. i wouldn't be surprised if somewhere down the line multiple teams want to alliance with them, as to harness this dark horse's power...

in addition, teardrop has really made a name for herself in the eyes of both the viewers and the other characters by joining tpot... the focus was put on them with their disappearance at the end of bfb; then that suspense culminated in their arriving at the setting of tpot; then two made an exception to let them join; then they were put on a solo team bearing their own name; then they somehow pulled through despite being solo. back in bfdi's days teardrop was easy to miss due to her early elimination and lack of screentime - but now the screen is hers. tpot doesn't stand for 'the power of two', no, but rather 'the power of teardrop'... because they're owning it.

teardrop really is coming into her own now, which is so amazing - with every step she comes closer to being the ultimate challenge, and i believe she has it in her to go far in tpot, even if she's at a major disadvantage. but then, teardrop has always been fighting the odds; they're a breakthrough character and a real paragon for the strength of communication, understanding, and friendship, all of which being central themes of bfdi as a whole.

teardrop is a guaranteed winner. i know she's going to do well and have a blast while doing it - and all the power to her! teardrop's already winning and nothing can stop her. come get your crown, teedster...

it's waiting just for you.

#melonposting #long post #bfdi #bfdi teardrop #bfb #bfb teardrop #bfb td #tpot #the power of two #tpot teardrop #tpot td #kin #not me rambling about why i'm the best object show character ever... haha...#i'm right though #also i have a newfound respect for gelatin #he's a real sweetheart and such a good sport. like that is my brother and i love him so much oh my god #bfb newbie alliance #gonna reread my newbie alliance fanfictions in a sec cuz man this is bringing back memories #newbie alliance my beloved <3 we won bfb in my heart <33 #to all my fellow teardrop enjoyers: let's gooooooooo #i felt so powerful when td joined tpot. like i got an adrenaline rush #i'm back baby! i'm back!!!!#now all i need is for jnj to make a teardrop plushie and i'll be set for life #cuz darn i'm really winning at object shows. i'm really winning #lol i am having so much fun. td for the win. amen #gun tw #tw gun

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world-of-wales · 8 months

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CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2023

8 SEPTEMBER 2023 || The Princess of Wales attended the memorial service for Queen Elizabeth at St. David's Cathedral in Wales along with Prince William.

Catherine opted for -

↬ Bespoke 'Chi Chi' Midi Coatdress in Burgundy by Eponine London

↬ Bespoke Bow Teardrop Hat from Sahar

↬ Queen Elizabeth II's Silver Jubilee Earrings

↬ 'Bayswater' Suede Clutch in 'Cranberry' by Mulberry

↬ 'Gianvito 105' Suede Pointed Toe Pumps in "Royale Burgundy' from Gianvito Rossi

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secondbeatsongs · 2 years

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I know this 2007 dashboard thing is an ad, but the visuals plus the reblog content evoke a very interesting emotion

#not a good one #just an interesting one #I remember 2007 too well #I spent some of it in New Jersey #and the rest of it losing my goddamn mind #for a number of reasons #like yes #I do remember when Teardrops on My Guitar was on radio disney #is this a good memory? nnnot really #neutral-bad if anything #not because of the song #just because being a teenager in 2007 wasn't great #for me in particular

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oceanofnikkis · 1 year

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#gna do one for every nation!!#super curious to know what other ppl would prefer for nikki cosplays while we wait for nikki tmrw to step tf up #shining nikki #nikki tomorrow #cosplay #sn #shining nikki the styling game #diamond teardrop #krista #journey of memory #modric #past and beyond #hestia #startide dream #mercury #moonlight watcher #sorika #midnight tears #poll

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freebooter4ever · 1 year

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So im still exhausted. I keep making dumb mistakes and doing stupid shit like leaving charging cords at work or at home. My coordination is gone, im tripping and knocking into things. My eyes feel sore??? All i want to do anymore is lie down and try to sleep. :/

I think i was running on pure adrenaline last week...and now that 'panic' mode is done my body is paying me back for all the stress. :( i barely slept the entire time i was traveling, i regularly drove for like 10+ hrs on next to no sleep which...yeah. I know. Dangerous. The constant tension of whether or not snow was going to make my next route passable, and worry over keeping other people's schedules. And then to get to my grandparents house and to find out they're not moving till may and the 'end of march' deadline was an arbitrary schedule that didnt actually matter. Im not mad, i cant be mad at them they're moving which is stress enough, im just...mourning my exhaustion and inability to function lol. Had they let me wait even one more month the snow and the insane storms would have been gone.

Anyway, just thinking about that feeling of 'safety' or 'comfort' and how precious a thing it is for me (and my sleep) . After my anxiety started growing worse it takes a LOT for me to feel 'safe' with someone or somewhere. My italian grandparent's house would be one, nick's sister's house would be another. And then my friends house in the mountains of oregon, who are just the kindest, most generous people. The two nights i spent there were literally the only times i slept last week.

Back in the fall of 2018, six months after grandpa died and still unemployed, i helped grandma travel by train to ohio, flew back to seattle, stayed with sanjeev for a week ish, and then started south to los angeles because i literally couldnt think of anywhere else to go. And these friends in oregon - they were off traveling at the time - let me stay in their house for over a week. I was so scared about the future, i was still grieving and feeling like a total ghost, still processing my dad's very friendly comment (when i asked him why he hadn't offered to let me stay in his house after i flew back from ohio) about how if i couldn't afford to house myself i deserved to be homeless.

(honestly that wasn't even the part that bothered me - i knew that about my dad from the time when i was a kid and he would point out homeless people to me and jokingly say 'that will be you as an artist!'. Instead of instilling fear in me though this backfired and all my charity work in high school dealt with homeless shelters lol. But no, the part that bothered me was how he tacked another comment onto the end - that life 'couldn't go back to how it was'. THAT was when i broke down crying in front of him because i think stupid me still genuinely believed that if i moved back to seattle my dad would go back to being my best friend and it'd be us against the world again.)(i saw him for five minutes in sac last week - he refused to even have lunch with us)

Instead in 2018 i was anchorless, emotionally disconnected from reality, and instead of comdemning me like everybody else in my family, my friends were like 'dont worry about it, the house is empty, please use it.' And i did! I was nervous at first. But then i started exploring the area - went to a bunch of state parks out in the middle of nowhere hidden in the high desert. Ended up LOVING one of them and collected those tacky tourist maps and just scribbled all my observations and tips on the best roads to drive/things to do/see onto the margins. And i collected all the brochures and compiled a kind of guide, and left it on the counter just in case my friends hadn't found that particular area to explore yet. And sure enough, they hadn't! To this day they still talk about how happy they were to have all these suggestions and things to see, and how that particular area is now one of their favorite places to visit. So what im saying is that's the only place i got any rest last week. Also those pancakes. I need to make those pancakes.

Anyway i'm just so fucking tired, man. This is the second 'vacation' where i've come back more exhausted than when i left, i think i need to do something differently. (also fuck you dad, five years in LA and not homeless once)

#Journal shit #When i was stuck on the grapevine for two hours #I had a sudden memory of nick and i driving in the dark #See he was new to pittsburgh and by that point i was old hat #After the hell year 2011 i spent most of my free time driving alone around the city trying to get myself lost and unlost in the corners #with the window rolled down and the freezing numbing breeze the only thing that would make the scars on my face feel normal #Like that city is BEAUTIFUL at night #And nick he liked talking in cars #I mean he liked doing other things in cars too but mostly it was the talking #Like deep conversations talking #And since i knew the roads and i had the zippy tiny blue teardrop of a car vs his giant ass truck #I did the driving #And so many times under a street light i would catch him staring at me with a strange face #And i would get all embarrassed and he'd just shrug and say he liked looking at me with that stupid smile of his #No one before or since has ever looked at me like that #I have done road trips with a fair number of people now #But nothing ever like that #Of course i was also looking at him whenever he was driving #He hated the camera so much but the only photos i have of his face are of him driving his truck through the snow in the laurel highlands #Near that one fishing cabin his family used lmao #Im glad being alone gives me more time to spend with friends but sometimes i wish...#NOT with nick god no i have officially given up on that but #Something similar

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elliebartlets · 10 months

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it’s hard not to get emotional when listening to taylor swift sometimes because I listen to teardrops on my guitar and think about being in 5th grade and having a crush on a boy named drew (yes his name was actually drew). I listen to you belong with me and i’m in the backseat of my mom’s minivan being driven home from middle school. I listen to enchanted and am in my freshmen year of high school playing that song on repeat. I listen to I knew you were trouble and am halfway through high school. I listen to blank space and I’m sitting in my dorm room my first semester of college trying not to think about how homesick I am. I listen to delicate and I’m 21 again. I listen to cruel summer and it’s the summer after I graduated college and I don’t know what the hell I’m gonna do with my life. I listen to illicit affairs and am picking vegetables in my garden during COVID. I listen to marjorie and am amazed at the timing of my grandmother dying four days before evermore was released. I have fifteen years of memories associated with her songs and every time I listen to them I’m transported back to very specific times.

#taylor swift #tswift #teardrops on my guitar #you belong with me #enchanted #i knew you were trouble #delicate #cruel summer #illicit affairs #marjorie #evermore #folklore #speak now #fearless #1989 #red #lover #the illicit affairs one is weird ik but it’s what i think of lmao #midnights not featured because i don’t have any specific memories w that album yet

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marsuro · 2 years

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Songctober day 17: Every Teardrop is a Waterfall

I turn the music up, I got my records on I shut the world outside until the lights come on Maybe the streets alight, maybe the trees are gone I feel my heart start beating to my favourite song

#songctober #art challenge #music art #song art #coldplay #every teardrop is a waterfall #this ones just me on the bus on a high school trip to berlin looooong ago #lol it was a very specific memory bc the lyrics fitted so well that moment #things were kinda shit back then but this song helped a lot #dat me #about me #selfportrait

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satellitefeed · 2 years

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i remember being around 4-ish watching rage w my dad and paranoid android came on and it scared me so much bc of the guy getting dismembered and turning into a baby and. right afterwards what plays? teardrop by massive attack. u know. the video with the singing fetus in utero

#one of my earliest memories tor real that shit was TRAUMATIC #like my dad would put teardrop on bc we had the mv on tape and i would start crying bc it scared me so much #journal

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uridestiny · 1 month

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The Warrior of the Moon Chapter 18: Waking up in a nightmare

Previous chapter:

https://www.tumblr.com/uridestiny/745011036483190784/the-warrior-of-the-moon-chapter-17-a-white-lie?source=share

I woke up hearing a huge explosion, the earth shook and the wooden cabin looked like it was going to collapse at any moment. I heard loud crashes, the surface became unstable, it became so loud that I fell off the bed and was stumbling in my attempts to stand up; I barely managed to get up to run out of my brother's room...

¨Adrien!¨ I screamed, I looked around frantically, searching for him everywhere in the cabin, but I found no trace of him.

I ran out of the cabin, trying to look for him, but I couldn't find it anywhere, then another explosion occurred and the earth shook again, collapsing to the ground, when I looked up at the sky... It's red… and Dalamud…

I was really scared, the crimson sky caused a stinging sensation in my heart, for some strange reason... I felt like it wasn't the first time I had contemplated that sky.

Another shock in the earth made me react, I got up and ran directly to the forest, my feet hurt a lot, I left the cabin without shoes, my bare feet were exposed to the earth, the stones and the ash that fell from the sky. The smell of smoke and fire was unbearable...

When I managed to get to Gridania, things didn’t look better than what I had seen before, people were running to hide, buildings are on fire, guards were running everywhere trying to calm and guide people to stay in a safe place. I ran through these people, trying to make my way and get to Adder's Nest and ask someone, whoever... If they had seen Adrien...

But it was to be expected that I wouldn’t find any soldiers inside Adder's Nest, everyone was supporting the civilians to protect themselves from the fireballs that fell from Dalamud.

I heard children crying, men and women screaming in despair when they saw the sky, the fire and Dalamud so close as if he were really about to crash into us; It didn't matter how much further I went, the scenario repeated itself and looked just like a terrible nightmare...

I ran looking for my brother in Carline Canopy, when among many people they were leaving the place, less experienced adventurers, some with serious burns, others were no longer moving and were on the ground in pools of blood...

As I tried to help some people out, I recognized someone in the crowd, but now those bright blue eyes were clouded by the great feeling of fear.

¨Elwin!¨ I shouted when I recognized him, andran towards him.

¨Destiny! Quickly help me!¨

Elwin was holding an Elezen man with cuts on his forehead and arms, despite the size difference, he had managed to get the Elezen man to rest his arm on his shoulders and they both crawled out of the building Carline Canopy. I ran to him and helped him carry the other side of the weight of the man who looked semi-conscious and while we were moving at a slow pace, I saw how another meteorite fell near here, making the ground shake and we fell to the ground.

Elwin was holding his leg and I could see how he had a new cut on the back of his leg, as well as burns on his left hand. I quickly stood up and helped him to his feet, I cast a small healing spell but it wouldn't last long, we had to get help.

¨Destiny...¨ Elwin was agitated, trying to catch his breath from the previous effort.

"Don't talk too much and don't overexert yourself, I'm in charge of taking this man to a safe place, you just keep up with me." I spoke hurriedly, there was no time to sit down and talk about what hurt us, there was no time and we had to evacuate...

Elwin barely got up, groaned in pain at his wounds but remained firm on the ground; Despite my small stature, I managed to support the man under my shoulder and began to guide him slowly, there had to be someone closer who could help us, but when I looked around, most of the people had already left...

¨Elwin, the citizens are gathering at the Nophica's Altar, we have to hurry if we want...¨ Although I was talking, I noticed that Elwin had stayed behind.

I looked over my shoulder and Elwin was staring at the crimson sky, as if he was hypnotized by the sight of it.

¨Elwin... Elwin!¨ I tried to call him, but he didn't move.

Several seconds passed and then I saw how he lowered his head.

¨Destiny... Please take that man to a safe place, and stay there with the others.¨ He began to say...

I didn't understand what he was talking about, why did he ask me to do such a thing?

¨I have to go... They need me...¨ He whispered.

By this point, I thought he was delirious. ¨Elwin, this is not the time for you to be about to do something stupid, we have to get to safety!¨

Elwin turned around... At that time I could clearly remember what his face, his hair and his eyes looked like, but when it was all over... I could no longer remember anything but a blue glow in them.

¨No... No Destiny... I... ¨ Elwin whispered, trying to find the words. The weight of poor man Elezen on my shoulders was too much and I fell to my knees, my feet hurt too much and I couldn't stand.

¨You don't understand... They called us all... All the adventurers to go to the front, to defend Eorzea...¨

I remain silent, not understanding his words.

¨The alliance of Eorzea... Born from the united force of the three city states, to fight against the Garleans who have not ceased their attempts at conquest... We, the adventurers, must fight alongside the alliance, to defend our home... If we don't, there will be nothing left for us, there will be nothing left that we can protect...¨

He paused and raised his right hand, reaching for his magic conjuring staff.

¨I wanted to join them, but I was afraid that my injuries would only slow me down and I would become a hindrance to them... But...¨ He shook his head, observing the crimson sky.

¨But I can't ignore this... I have to go help them!¨

¨DON'T BE AN IDIOT!¨ I screamed desperately, knowing what he was about to do. ¨You are not in a position to support others, you yourself are hurt! You would only be putting yourself in danger!¨

“I have to try” Elwin said, his voice clearly showing determination. ¨There are still those I can save and I cannot abandon them!¨

"Elwin! ELWIN!¨

I watched as Elwin began to run away from me, even with his injuries, he used his left hand and pulled out a chocobo whistle, blew through it and running through the entrance now destroyed by chaos a blue-plumed chocobo appeared, the poor bird was covered in ash, and reached Elwin; With difficulty he climbed onto his saddle and they left the city.

My screams and attempts to stop them were in vain, I wanted to run and catch up with him, what he was doing was reckless and he would only be risking his life for nothing; and there was also the man Elezen, who was no longer moving but was clinging to life when I saw how his chest rose slightly, he is breathing, but he would not last long without medical attention; but all thought at that moment vanished when I heard a roar that shook the earth...

When I looked up, I saw how Dalamud broke and a pair of enormous wings sprouted from its spherical shape...

I couldn't believe what I was seeing... A huge black dragon with terrifying red eyes; With another roar, he broke the sphere around him and all the fragments of it fell everywhere, shaking the earth as if it were a terrible earthquake. I crawled over to the unconscious body of the Elezen man in a poor attempt to protect him and keep us grounded, he was breathing very vaguely... At this point, I feared that neither of us would survive...

When I looked up again, I saw the dragon above our heads, flying over the night and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake; behind its tail meteorites followed it crashing on the surface...

Was I going to die like this?...

I closed my eyes, the explosions didn't stop and I was very afraid.

If what Elwin had said was true... Adrien was not anywhere in the city, but would be fighting on the front lines with the other adventurers...

I wouldn't be able to have the chance to apologize to him... We wouldn't be able to have dinner together again at Sharlayan... I wouldn't be able to tell them again how much I loved them...

But now everything was lost... I... I couldn't...

Then... I felt a gentle caress on my cheek, a touch so warm and sweet, that I had never experienced before, I opened my eyes slowly; A blue light illuminated the sky, so bright and so gentle, that for some strange reason it brought me peace...

Was I dying?... Or was I in the Aetherial Sea?

¨Hear¨

A voice whispered vaguely...

¨Feel...Think¨

I looked around, the Aether was flowing around me, as if embracing me.

¨Hear... Feel... Think...¨

A white light approached me, with a soft and gentle voice, who was telling me these words? What did they mean?...

¨My dear child…¨

The voice echoed in my head, but for some strange reason I wasn't afraid to listen to it.

¨You have gone through a long journey full of suffering and misfortune... That has filled your heart with fear of the days to come, however... Your heart remains sincere and full of goodness and with a great desire to find the beauty beyond tragedy in this world... But you are afraid to take the first step...¨

¨Do not be afraid of what you will encounter in the future... Not everything will be good, but not everything will be bad, but that is part of the experience... A journey we call life.¨

I started to feel dizzy and my vision started to blur....

"Don't give up yet, this is not the end of the road, it is the beginning of a new journey"

Suddenly the white light slowly dissipated, but around me, the blue began to shine brighter, to the point where I felt completely blinded, but then I heard another voice, this one sounded different, it was... Familiar.

¨I'm so sorry Destiny... I can't stay anymore...¨

Whose voice was that? How did you know my name?

¨If we meet again... Could you remind me that I owe you a walk around the city? I would like to walk with you one more time...¨

A walk? I didn't remember who I had promised that to... But... I do remember that someone had offered to show me the forest and the city of Gridania... But who was that person?...

The light dissipated and everything became darkness. I don't remember how long I spent like this, but I couldn't wake up, I couldn't move or speak, I was just there, in this darkness, trying to understand if I was still alive, or if I was dead.

I heard strange murmurs in the distance, as if they were so far from my reach, I didn't feel cold or hot, it was as if my senses had been turned off except my hearing, but I couldn't make out any words.

Not even the darkest night without a moon could be compared to this, like an absolute void, I moved my eyes trying to find even a small star in this dark blanket, but not being able to move, I could only look in one direction, I didn't even know. Whether I was looking up or down, I couldn't determine if I was standing or lying down, there was just... There was no way to tell.

¨Please wake up…¨

A voice whispered, and for the first time in all that time in the dark, I felt a gentle warmth on my left hand, where was this sensation coming from?

The warmth was pleasant, like touching the sunlight that passed through the leaves of the trees, and then, my hand felt slightly moist, like hot drops of dew touching my skin, small and fragile, was someone crying in my hand?

¨I don't want to lose you... Not like this...¨

¨You are safe now, please come back to us little sister...¨

Another voice joined the first, sobbing, his voice becoming weaker with each word he said and threatening to fade away between pain and sadness.

Finally, I could see a small point, like a small star among the first that appear at night, from one, more arrived, they multiplied around me, as if the night had finally arrived just for me.

A star grew bigger and turned brighter, its light enveloped me and all my senses began to bombard me with a single push.

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strongheartneteyam · 5 months

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sometimes, I just like to go back to my roots for a bit 🤍👩🏻‍🌾

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#꒰ა victória speaks ໒꒱#i love taylor with all my heart #taylor swift debut #taylor chico bento lol <3 #taylor swift #taylor swift stan #many memories #when teardrops on my guitar starts imma CRY

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mayuvaenn · 8 months

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The pillow I used to dream on Now catches all my teardrops.

#tear #teardrops #sad #dreams #memories

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cloakedmonk · 9 months

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Snaps on the Kitsap Peninsula: Part I of V

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#bainbridge island #Camping #cycling #grogu #kitsap memorial campground #kitsap peninsula #pacific northwest #teardrop #teardrop trailer #westcoast

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my-love-is-sunlight · 2 months

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one piece men react to you screaming their full name

ft. Ace, Zoro, Sanji

SFW, mentions of alcohol and smoking, gn reader

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ .ᐟ ᡣ𐭩

Ace

“PORTGAS D. ACE” your voice resonates through all the walls, rooms and every nook and cranny from the Moby Dick. The mentioned stood frozen at the dinner table fork still full of food, he knew better than to run away

“What did you do now?” Marco asked eyes wide open

“Nothing!… that I remember” Ace scratched the back of his head trying to make memory of his recent activities, searching for whatever may had upset you

Marco laughed in disbelief “You’re a dead man” he said before taking another sip of his drink

You entered the room, stomping your way to your clueless boyfriend “May I have a word with you?” The tone and the politeness of the sentence made Marco fear for his dear friend. Ace nodded before he stood up and followed behind smile beaming in hopes you’ll have some mercy. A chorus of teasing ‘UUUUH’s were heard as you exited the dining room.

“Have I told you how radiant you look today?” Ace leaned over to kiss your cheek but you ducked making him loose his balance

“Don’t start with me Portgas” a shiver ran down Ace’s back, both from fear and… something else.

“You did this” you held a pillow cover in front of his face “You burned my only bed sheets, and you’re getting me new ones even if you end up in debt with everyone on this ship”

Ace was attracted to you all the time, but there was something in the way you would always stand your ground and how gorgeous you looked right now that was knocking him out of his feet. He placed his hand in the one were you held the pillow cover and pulled you in for a hug

“Im sorry sweetheart I’d get you new ones on the next island, you can borrow mine for now” you rolled your eyes and sighed, he got you wrapped all around his finger and he knew it, you couldn’t be mad at him for long

“Of course I’m taking yours, you sleep at my bed every night anyways… but wash them first” Ace picked you up and pampered your face with kisses “You look so hot when you’re angry

Zoro

“RORONOA ZORO” you screamed while exiting to the deck where he was working out, all of the straw hats looked back at Zoro in fear, Sanji holding in a laugh

Few things made this man flinch but he couldn’t help but catch himself lose balance when he heard his full name exit your lips in such an angry tone followed by your big stumps getting louder as you got closer

Everyone wrapped up whatever they were doing and ran off to the kitchen, leaving Zoro to face his demise alone

“What now?” He played it off trying to sound as nonchalant as he could not even looking your direction

“How many times have I asked you to not leave your sake around my desk?” If looks could kill your boyfriend would be a dead man

“Where am I supposed to put it then?” He scoffed crossing his arms in front of his chest, he looked at you for a second and his heart clenched at the cute way your brows furrowed and your arms rested on your hips

“Oh! I don’t know maybe, just getting silly here, IN THE PANTRY WHERE IT BELONGS!” Zoros condecency was driving you insane making your tone scale

The swordsman noticed how you were getting tense and teardrops threaten to run down your cheeks, he sighed a little embarrassed he had made you this upset. He cupped your cheeks while he apologized in that soft tone he reserved just for you

“I’m sorry I forgot to put it away last night, it won’t happen again I promise” he drew comforting circles around your cheek as he whispered

“It got all over my notebooks” oh so that’s why you were so shaken up

“I’ll clean it up baby” your boyfriend kissed your forehead as he made his way to the kitchen for a towel, as he opened the door every crew member fell comically on top of each other, they were ears dropping as they do.

Before Zoro could complain, your sweet laugh was heard at the distance which made him smile a little “You should listen to her mosshead” Sanji muttered which made the swordsman’s smile drop and scream back at him

Sanji

“BLACK LEG SANJI” even though you were screaming at him, the cook couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter at the way you wouldn’t use his birth last name as you knew he despised it and what it stand for, instead raging while using his public name.

You stormed in the kitchen eyes fixed on him, even angry Sanji thought you were breathtaking

“Yes my world?” he beamed a smile at you which you didn’t know if it annoyed or charmed you

“What have I said about smoking indoors?” Sanji felt the air get stuck in his throat, his eyes drifted from yours in shame

“I uhm-“ he laughed nervously as you got closer and closer cornering him against the counter, both hands caging him while they rested on said counter

“You know damn well I hate when my clothes smell like cigarettes, now imagine how I feel when my whole room stinks” you grabbed Sanjis tie to move his face closer to yours without breaking eye contact, you knew exactly what to do to make him a nervous wreck

The blondes heart couldn’t help but skip several beats at the way you were acting right now, he felt bad about upsetting you but he could get used to this side of you

“My apologies love, you know I cant manage to go without a smoke and sometimes I don’t want to leave your side” he twitched when his gaze met yours as he tried to explain himself

“Well you better start to manage” with a torturous slow move you took the cigarette that hanged from your boyfriends lips and threw it on the floor before stepping on it to take it out “Or I’ll move out of the room” you smiled teasingly while exploring his handsome features, stopping at his lips.

The cook turned all shades of red and pink breathing heavily, squirming a “Yes ma’m” before you kissed him passionately and breaking it abruptly

You winked at him before leaving the poor poor man absolutely stunted and a hot mess

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ .ᐟ ᡣ𐭩

Hi! This is my first time doing this type of format so tell me what you think and feel free to request. English is not my first language so correct me if I made any mistakes.

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pasukiyo · 5 months

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BLOOD ON HIS CANVAS

coriolanus snow x f!reader word count; 2,085 warnings; coriolanus snow, manipulation, smut, little to no plot, just porn summary; she was a dove, forever meant to be trapped in his little cage. she knows this. and her body is his canvas, his to taint, to paint. and coriolanus snow will do whatever it takes to ensure he has full control.

She doesn’t know.

And she’ll never know.

She’ll never know the things he’d done, the things he’d done to get to where he is now, the things he will do and what he was already planning to do again. She’ll never know he was a killer, that he’d kill anyone that stood between him and power.

She’ll never know that he’d kill her too, should she stand in his way.

Just like she’ll never know his love was never hers.

But she will know she belongs to him. And she will love him, blindly, and she’ll know that she won’t leave him, just like everyone else had. She’ll never know that everyone in Coriolanus Snow’s life has left him, and good, let it be that way.

There were some things better left in the darkness— and Coriolanus Snow was shrouded in it. It was better this way— he became President of Panem this way. He had all the power, money, and control in the world because of it, so who was he to change what was already perfect?

All she will know is the same white walls, the same white marble floors, the same white curtains, the same perfectly cut green grass. She was a dove, too pretty to be let free of her cage. She may have been a bird, yes, but he’d cut her wings long ago, stripping her of her freedom.

And Coriolanus Snow would teach her to love it.

And he did by slowly cutting her off from the rest of the world, insisting Panem was much too dangerous for a pretty, little, untainted bird such as her. The Districts were full of animals, filthy beasts who would only do her harm, even his Capitol full of predators, men who couldn’t be trusted. He insisted he was the only one who could protect her, the only one who could keep her from harm.

And she believed him.

It was perfect how easy it was to trap her. It made him wonder how much more he could get away with.

Even now, as she slowly strode towards him in nothing but a white slip nightgown, the straps falling down like teardrops off her shoulders, he wondered how much more he could take from her.

After all, nothing was ever enough for Coriolanus Snow.

He stared as she approached, the perfectly untainted gown now pooled at her feet, her bare skin and every curve of her body now gazing back at him like a carefully crafted gift— just for him. Coriolanus made no moves to touch her, not yet, at least.

She was to understand that she was under his control, and not to let it be twisted the other way around. She was there to do whatever he pleased, to make him feel good.

She was his dove, his pretty, little play-thing.

Whether she should like it or not, he knew she loved it.

Coriolanus let his gaze trail down her face to her neck, perfect and untainted, just as everything should be. He ventured down lower to her breasts and the valley between them where a faint mark on the side of her left tit stared at him and he leaned forward, a furrow in his brow as he reached over to touch her there. He could feel her shudder as his fingertips fell like a ghost over her skin, her flesh growing warm in his touch’s wake.

“What is this?” He asked her, unblinking and his eyes never leaving the faint mark tainting her skin. She gulped as she opened her mouth to answer, “from last night, darling. You… you left a mark on me, remember?”

The memories from last night flashed in the back of Coriolanus’ mind, the taste of her skin on his tongue making his taste buds sing in delight, the high his arousal gave him making him see white. He remembered the way her flesh felt between his lips as he sucked on the side of her breast, how it felt between his teeth when he nipped her and etched his mark there.

For a moment, all was silent and she shivered, wondering if he’d punish her for this. When a few moments had passed, the blues of his irises slowly rolled up her body until their gazes met, and he pressed his lips to the mark in a soft kiss. It was like a shock, a jolt of electricity ripping through her like lightning and she shuddered, her lips trembling at the merest touch of his lips. His kiss was so tender, so soft and so different, it almost made her knees buckle right beneath her weight.

Coriolanus pressed another kiss to the mark on her skin, then another, and another. Tainted. Her skin was tainted with the phantom of his lips, as if her body was his canvas. The idea he possessed her in such a way gave him a high like no other, made him feel so in control, so powerful.

He hummed against her skin as his kisses trailed over to her right breast, his teeth nipping and lips sucking at her supple skin, her body falling limp in his arms as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing his fingers into the small of her back. Her head tipped backwards and her lips fell agape as he etched more of his marks into her skin, tainting her, painting her.

She was a work of art, his work of art, and he would treat her as such.

“Cor— Coryo,” his shortened name tumbled from her lips in a pleased murmur, her fingernails on his shoulder and in his hair. Coriolanus peered up at her through hooded lids again as his kisses worked their way up to her nipple, watching her face as it twisted in pleasure, her brow furrowed in bliss. He rolled his tongue over the erect bud and sucked, his teeth grazing over it. A quake tumbled through her body like thunder and she trembled in his arms, fisting the hairs at the back of his head.

Finally, he released her nipple with a wet pop, pushing away from her to stand up, his hands on her waist. He peered down at her and her eyelids fluttered open and for a moment, just a single moment, their gazes met and Coriolanus felt something flutter at the pit of his stomach, something he couldn’t quite put a name to. He wrapped a hand around her neck and pressed his palm flat to the back of her head to reel her lips into his before he let the feeling ruin the moment, insisting he could mull it over later.

His tongue was completely dominant over hers, in fact, she didn’t even try overpowering his. She knew he was in control, knew her place.

The thought had Coriolanus’ hands venturing down to her hips to turn them around, pushing her down into the plush mattress of the bed. He towered over her, casting a shadow over her face as he kissed her harder, his knee in between her legs, her arousal warm and wet against his clothed thigh. She whimpered when he pressed his leg closer against her and he pulled away, either of their chests heaving as they chased air back into their lungs.

A plea sat on the tip of her tongue and her lips trembled, desperate to ask for more but her words falling short, unable to catch her breath. Coriolanus only watched her, watched the tears form in her eyes and the way her breasts heaved up and down as she chased air back into her lungs while he stripped himself of his shirt, unbuckling his belt. He tossed either of these things to the side before undoing the buttons of his pants and he watched the way her eyes dared a glance down at him as he rid himself of his bottoms, leaving them both bare, nude in front of one another.

The sight seemed to steal her breath away once more.

A pathetic whisper of his name hardly managed to fall past her lips before Coriolanus was back on top of her, stealing her words with his kiss as she bucked into his touch. He could feel her heat against him, could feel the proof of her arousal, of her obedience as it rubbed against his cock. Without once breaking their kiss, he bucked into her, filling her up to the brim with one stroke of his hips.

She was the one to break their kiss this time as her lips fell agape and her head tilted back into the mattress, her back arching off of the bed until their chests were pressed together as a cry ripped through her. Coriolanus pressed his lips and eyelids together, willing the groan at the back of his throat back down despite how tight she was squeezing him, despite how much he relished her sounds.

“Cor… Coryo… Coriolanus,” she panted as he bucked his hips again, harder this time, as if testing her. She was mewling now, limp and pliant in his arms, submissive like a kitten. Coriolanus balled his fist and pressed it down into the mattress beside her head, using his opposite to grab at her neck, his thumb just barely putting down pressure on her throat.

And he bucked his hips, once again.

And he didn’t stop this time.

He was pounding her, pistoning his hips harder and faster with each thrust into her, her walls clenching down on him so tight, he couldn’t keep the groan that rumbled from his throat. Tears were streaming down her face as he worked her up and down and up and down the bed, feeling a knot begin to form at the pit of her belly.

Coriolanus could tell she was already close. He didn’t really care.

He was chasing his own high, fucking her harder and harder to push himself even closer to his limit. She was coming undone on his cock but Coriolanus showed no sign nor intent of stopping. She could come all she wanted to for all he cared. He didn’t care if she’d had enough, they weren’t done until he decided they were done.

So despite her whimpers that she was close again, he only thrusted harder, fucking her like they were animals, like he was feral, like he hated her. Coriolanus’ stresses and frustrations were being fucked back into her, and he was determined to fill her full of each and every one of them, as if giving them to her.

She was sobbing, fat tears of pleasure rolling down the sides of her face as he felt that high he so desperately craved on the horizon, so close he could taste it. Her cries permeated the bedroom, nearly making the walls shake but he didn’t care. He was so close, so, so, so close and oh, when he reached that high, it was like heaven on earth.

With a few last thrusts, he was pumping her full of his release, her skin not only his but her body, all of it, his as well. She was his possession, a canvas that was his to taint over and over again, as many times as he pleased.

She knew this all too well.

Coriolanus collapsed down on the bed beside her and he stared into the whites of the ceiling overhead as she crawled over to him, curling up to his side and resting her head against his chest. He had an arm wrapped around her shoulders absentmindedly, his other folded behind his head.

Her skin was painted red with the marks his mouth had left on her, her every limb ached and her cunt sore and pulsing in his wake. He was all over her, etched and engraved inside every nook and cranny of her body.

She was his, completely and totally his.

She knew this.

And she loved it.

She loved him.

Coriolanus seemed to know this too, and he wondered if the flutter he had felt in his stomach earlier meant that he loved her too. He blinked as his vision began to blur and he squeezed his eyelids shut, letting himself relax further down into the mattress.

He wasn’t entirely sure what that feeling he felt in his belly meant. But he wouldn’t dare tell a single soul about it. Not even her.

After all, some things were better left in the darkness— and Coriolanus Snow was shrouded in it.

a/n; so yeah the ballad of songbirds and snakes movie finally coming out has brought me back into my hunger games phase so... enjoy :) also sorry for any errors, i wrote this in an hour while in the bathtub LMAO

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