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Kill the false idol and become God

A mirror breaks

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The very best time to be in the Helluva Boss fandom is right when a new episode or music video comes out and we all just go apeshit over how fucking *awesome* is before 2,400 critical blogs rush in to try to gaslight us into thinking we hated it.

Enjoy this relative peace and happy atmosphere while you've got them, folks. In just a few more hours, maybe a day or two, the anti-fandom will be right back to making just acknowledging that this show exists a joyless slog.

#helluva boss #gonna watch this AMV and go right back to Slay the Princess #I'm never gonna stop loving this show #No demon in here can stop mee #Stolas stan forever babyyy

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Cause of death : Emotional damage.

Stolitz shippers how we feelin?

#helluva boss #stolas #blitzø #stoliz #FEELING LIKE TROUBLE IS COMING #And I'm not ready for it #I ain't #*scream*

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I feel traumatized 🙂 because of this moment mostly. i need them to have happy ending asap

#helluva boss #stolas #blitzø #stolitz #please give us happy ending #they both need it #must protect the sweets #the fricking sweet boys

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Asmodeus: I love Fizzarolli!

Literally Everyone:

#helluva boss #fizzarolli #helluva boss asmodeus #fizzmodeus #and they were roommates #oh my god they were roommates

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Helluva Boss S2 ep7 was brilliant 10/10

#helluva boss #please give us even more #fizzarolli #blitzo #helluva boss asmodeus #LOVE THEM #LOVE THE FRICKING SONGS #OH MY SATAN #more ozzie and fizz? amazing

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People always complaining for shitty reasons on a show I like.

Me :

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #game of thrones #Mostly the holy trinity of the stupidiest posts I have ever seen #Like... people don't like don't watch #no one forces you if you are suffering so much #Not perfect shows but good ones which doesn't deserve so much hatred

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Read this and save a life - YOUR OWN

From a surgical nurse and certified CPR teacher:

Please pause for 2 minutes and read this:

1. Let’s say it’s 7.25pm and you’re going home (alone of course) after an unusually hard day on the job.

2. You’re really tired, upset and frustrated.

3 Suddenly you start experiencing severe pain in your chest that starts to drag out into your arm and up in to your jaw. You are only about five km from the hospital nearest your home.

4. Unfortunately you don’t know if you’ll be able to make it that far.

5. You have been trained in CPR, but the guy who taught the course did not tell you how to perform it on yourself.

6. HOW TO SURVIVE A HEART ATTACK WHEN ALONE? Since many people are alone when they suffer a heart attack without help, the person whose heart is beating improperly and who begins to feel faint, has only about 10 seconds left before losing consciousness.

7. However, these victims can help themselves by coughing repeatedly and very vigorously. A deep breath should be taken before each cough, and the cough must be deep and prolonged, as when producing sputum from deep inside the chest. A breath and a cough must be repeated about every two seconds without let-up until help arrives, or until the heart is felt to be beating normally again.

8. Deep breaths get oxygen into the lungs and coughing movements squeeze the heart and keep the blood circulating. The squeezing pressure on the heart also helps it regain normal rhythm. In this way, heart attack victims can get to a hospital.

9. Tell as many other people as possible about this. It could save their lives!!

10. A cardiologist says If everyone who gets this mail kindly sends it to 10 people, you can bet that we’ll save at least one life.

11. Rather than sending jokes, please... contribute by forwarding this mail which can save a person’s life.

12. If this message comes around you... more than once… please don’t get irritated... You should instead, be happy that you have many friends who care about you & keeps reminding you how to deal with a Heart attack.

please take the time and boost this post by reposting it and sending it to those you love because we all need to understand how to quickly deal with heart attacks

#For someone who had many panic attack while being alone deep breath are vital #they saved me

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I love Merman Salim Othman !!

And I love sushi !!

More Salim!Merman content down below (be warned of the NSFW) 🗣️

#NOOIIICE #SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY #So cute #So precious #More please #Pretty please ? 🥺 #jalim

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Drunk Jason: Damn handsome, can I get yer number?

Salim: Please, I am old enough to be your father.

Drunk Jason: ... Can I get yer number daddy?

Salim: *gags*

#jalim #jason kolchek #salim othman #incorrect house of ashes #gag on that cock! #You said it pal #Damn Jason you're a drunk horny mess #Salim say yes

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Vhenan likes fictional cats.

She is so adorable.

#cats on tumblr #kittens #cats #stray 2022 #stray #stray game #cute cat obsessed by screen #She have growned since that day but she is still so adorable 🥲

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A short comic about shipping and why I need to stop doing it

#rarepair #shipping #this is my spiritual guide

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Home

I found this little piece of work in my documents, and I realized that I haven’t post it yet. 

So here it is... I hope you are enjoying it! Jason is such a sweetie, and Salim is just as beautiful as always. 

I love them.

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Badra was something else, smelled something else; something different and yet the same as his far distant memories. As far as he remembered, the forest surrounded his parent’s house was caressed by the morning sunset, protected by the trees and a soft wind always whispered words in his ears. When he was alone, the woods were there to comfort him and held him in their firm but sweet embrace. Melina felt that too, she knew how the world around seemed to protect them both; the children of the south, so noisy and insecure despite everything else.

Their parents weren’t so bad; they were never beaten by their hands. Their family was, in fact, “casual” but it wasn’t perfect either. Their mother was always far away, too busy searching for God and for people to understand his truth; and their father... Well, he taught them how to use a rifle and hold them when they needed it but… He never got it right. He wasn’t so bad, however not so good either. He was just a man, a man doing his best for his children. So many times, he tried to connect with Jason; so many times, it failed. Even if he didn’t say it loud and clear, Mels was always her favorite. He loved his daughter more than his son, and with a mother so eager to leave the house for the town, the boy was left alone for hours and hours.

But when everyone else was gone, the forest remained. It was listening to him, and sometimes, when the days were dark and the thoughts so confused, it sang lullabies to him. Jason never understood it, however it was reassuring to be loved by someone, something in the woods. Whatever it was, this thing was there when no one else was.

And Badra felt the same. He was here for… How many? Two, maybe three days, and yet Jason felt it; this strange and warm feeling of comprehension. When the night fell on the houses, Jason knew it was out there. The village was looking after him, keeping it eyes wide-open so it could protect him. In this place, the vampires were powerless; even if they survived the flames and the smokes, the collapse of their own city in their head, they couldn’t harm the man here. Badra kept him safe and sound.

Once, Salim spotted him gazing the dying light. Once, he moved closer to him and said, quietly:

“Allah is watching over you, Jason.”

And for the first time in his life, he thought “maybe”. Maybe there is a God, and maybe he thinks I aint so bad. His eyes watched as the night took over the day, as his hand reached for Salim’s and then, suddenly, they kissed each other.

Jason didn’t know who started it, and frankly it didn’t matter. Their desire became so clear at the nightfall. If there were really a God upon their head, he must have smiled as he saw those men discovering the other for the very first time. Their hands explored everything, the beauty and the flaws of the flesh; their eyes looked deep into their similar and found more than love; they found home.

Home. A word so simple and meaningful in the same way.

Salim and him kissed, again. They tasted each other, smelled the dust, the sun which has warmed their skin, the spices and the flowers. They embraced each part of them, no matter how imperfect it was for others. Jason never minded the round belly of his lover; it was so sweet and warm between his fingers. Home. He knew he could rest his head against it for a thousand years and never get bored of it. He loved the shape of Salim’s lips; it was softer than he expected. And he drowned in his dark eyes, those two pearls so eager to express affection and to be worship by someone who worth it. Home.

Badra watched over them and sang that night, just like the forest of Jason’s childhood. Other people didn’t matter anymore, the war didn’t matter, and neither was the life and death of everything. It was all about them and about that gentle thought running through their skin, home. A home which was found in the eye of the chaos, next to the echoes of booming and hatred; home for the lonely souls.

“أحبك”

Was whispered by those lips, like a whisper carried by the wind into his mind. Jason didn’t understand the words, but he got the meaning of it. He knew; because Salim’s eyes already hummed it without second thinking. And he answered those kind feelings with a smile. “I love you too.”

And when the sun rose again, Jason knew the thing followed him; from his old house to the place where Salim asked him to stay. Maybe there was a God after all, and not the bad kind. Maybe he looked for him and saw the beauty of his soul, the one no one else seemed to notice, except his littler sister and Nicky, so he offered him someone; a good man. Salim. Jason didn’t like to think of the Iraqi as a reward, but it could explain why the guy was so patient and kind with him. Maybe, Allah, or whatever his name might be, is real. Perhaps, the whispers he heard since he was a lad told him that somehow, somewhere, he could find a permanent place to stay and a heart to cherish him.

“What are you thinking about?” Salim’s voice awoke him, as he was drowning under the thoughts of being, for once, the man someone has chosen. He couldn’t help a smile on his face, then he rolled his shoulders and laid next to his lover, who was waiting for an answer.

“Just thinking about my luck” he said, and shortly after the Iraqi dropped a kiss on his cheek. He was giggling, and Jason recognized the song of the woods in it. “Don’t mock me, you fucking smartass, I’m being sentimental here, for once”.

“Oh? Really? Then, tell me exactly what you were thinking about, Habibi. I’m curious.” How could he? Jason wasn’t used to express his feelings; however, Salim gave him the courage he needed to. His eyes were full of understanding as he placed a hand on his face before his fingers started to caress him. “Well...” Jason shyly spoke as the lips of the older man seemed so tempting. “I was just... Y’know… Thinking that… Well… I finally got it.”

“Got what, Jason?”

“Home.”

They shared a moment of silence, as their eyes caught, and their hands ran across each other. Not a word escaped their mouths; they didn’t need those for knowing and thinking the same. Home. They were each other’s home. And it felt right, just right and written by a force they couldn’t comprehend. For Salim, it was God, and even if Jason tended to believe in his presence, he liked to imagine his childhood’s forest coming to life only for him. And following until now.

In the distance, he saw a leaf, a single one, wagging thought the air. Jason knew it came to say goodbye to him, and he heard the wind around it whispering those few words: “You’re home. You’re safe. Take care of you and him, Jason. Farewell, my old friend.”

#writing #jalim #salim othman #jason kolchek #the dark pictures anthology #house of ashes #house of shipping #house of cuties #They are so in love with each other #GOD DAMN #I love them

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Marcus: I don’t get it! 

Adrian: What’s the matters, Marcus? 

Marcus: It’s Wood! I’ve tried everything I could think of to get his attention and respect! I mean, I tried the death staring method, then I challenged him at every fricking match of Quidditch! I even threw a bludger in his direction and sent him to the infirmary after he smiled at me! Not to even mention my scarying grin when our eyes met! 

Marcus: How could I possibly made my affection anymore obvious ?!

Adrian: Well... Have you considered maybe just talking to him ?

Marcus: 

Marcus: Have I what now ?

#harry potter #marcus flint #oliver wood #adrian pucey #flintwood #marcus x oliver #oliver x marcus #no one can tell me this isn't canon #Flirting is hard when you are a slytherin boy #especially when you like a gryffindor boy #especially when you are Marcus Flint

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Distract and Win (A Flintwood story)

Please, give a big “hourrah” to my current and new obsession: The Flintwood ship ! 

Help me, I’m drowning into obsession other an internet couple. 

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Despite his incredible hability of focusing on an specific task, especially when it came to Quidditch matters, Oliver could sometimes be distracting. Of course, it wasn’t easy nor recurrent to take this young man away from his beloved sport; many tried and many failed to the point where it became ridiculous to count any attempt. The ones who wanted to drew a list of it gave up after one week, for the Weasley twin discouraged them.

“Give a number.” Fred would command with an amused grin, as his brother grabbed their shoulders with a similar smile. “It would always be higher than you imagined, pal.” And if she was present, Angelina would shake her head in agreement.

So, no, it wasn’t easy peasy lemon squeezy – as young wizards might say – to hijack Oliver’s attention however one boy, one annoying but charismatic boy, defied all the odds.

His eyes, as dark and mysterious as the night, stared at the Keeper while he was trying to establish a new strategy for the next match. Marcus Flint, Slytherin from head to toes, devour the Gryffindor in silence without even touching him.

What a bastard, thought Oliver as his quill hardly pressed against the parchment. If Flint’s purpose was to drive him crazy, he did an amazing job, for the Keeper couldn’t see and hear anything else but his satisfying grin and his petty humming. By Merlin’s beard, he couldn’t work in these conditions!

“What are you staring at, douchebag?” Oliver finally spit as he harshly put his quill down.

“Your face.” The other boy quickly answered, a cheeky grin spreading on his face.

“My face?” Asked the Gryffindor with a disdain tone. “What’s up with it?”

“It’s pretty.”

“Yes, and?”

Flint drew himself closer, before he whispered to Oliver’s ear those few words: “I want to kiss it.”

The Keeper almost choked as the other pushed his parchments, ink and quill to the floor. The furniture caused a horrible racket as it crashed on the slab, but no one cared enough to pity it. Marcus was definitely more interested by his companion’s neck, and Oliver was forced to acknowledge his presence, shivering when lips finally found his skin.

“You are ambitious, Flint.” He noticed with a stern voice, eyes following the pureblood’s moves. Marcus knew what he was doing; pretending indifference became uncomfortable for Oliver but he refused to abandoned himself to his companion’s hands so easily. He carefully and firmly put his fingers on the boy’s stomach and forced him to back down. “Maybe a little too much for your own good.”

“Never when it comes to you, Wood.” The Slytherin purred as he placed his hand on Oliver’s. “Plus, I know you liked it.”

“Like what?”

“When I claim you.”

Damnit. The little bastard made a point; Oliver found him hot when passion guided his gestures, enflamed his voice and words, darkened his eyes with an irresistible fire. In his rage or in his love, Marcus became the most beautiful wizard alive to him. He didn’t care about how people described the Slytherin as disgusting, repulsive because of his teeth or his general look, none of it matters when Flint embraced his feeling so abruptly. The pride dancing in his dark and hypnotic eyes meant everything for Oliver.

He lived for it, breathed for it as he lived for the Quidditch and the sensations it awoke in him.

“Having a huge confidence on yourself, haven’t you?”

“It’s not the only huge thing about me, Woody.”

Oliver snorted before his eyes lightened with amusement. “Compared to my ex’s di…”

Marcus muffled an insult on his robe then he assertively grabbed the Gryffindor wrist, attracted him against his chest and kissed his lips. Such an impulsive move; predictable also, but Oliver kept this thought to himself. He enjoyed the taste of his partner’s mouth upon his, licked it and pushed his tongue on the other’s teeth. “Did I hit a nerve here, Flint?”

“Fucking bastard.” The Slytherin tried to push himself away, but Oliver caught his cheeks between his hands and embraced him once again. Marcus started this stupid game, and he the Keeper would never let him win; never.

“I will fuck you so hard tonight…” The chaser whispered between two kisses. “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow…”

A wide and predatory grin grew on Oliver’s face. “Who is fucking who right now, Marcus?”

Marcus’s cheeks redden as the other boy breathed against his ear, fingers circling on the base of his neck with impertinence. “That’s what I thought…” He bit his earlobe then released the Slytherin, proud and victorious.

“Shut it already.”

The chaser sighed then straightened up, defeated despite his best efforts to win over the Gryffindor boy. However, he allowed himself one last act of defiance; well-aware that Oliver was stilled ecstatic. As he started to walk away, Marcus slapped his companion’s ass. “Good luck with the cleaning, Oliver.”

“See you later, Marcus.”

They shared one more smile, then Marcus disappeared in the corridors.

Sure, he didn’t win this time, nevertheless he could be proud to be one of the few selected people who could mess with Oliver. And it wasn’t nothing.

#writing #harry potter #oliver wood #marcus flint #flintwood #just rewatched all movies with my wife and poof! #They just can't get out of my mind now #Help me #Tell me I'm not the only one who ship them #gryffindor #slytherin #quidditch #marcus x oliver #Oliver x Marcus

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Eric: You've scratched every part of Jason's neck!

Salim: They're little reminders of myself.

Eric: Yeah, reminders of how destructive you are ?

Salim: Reminders that I own this man.

#jalim #salim othman #jason kolchek #eric king #Truth be told Jason did the same thing #Here comes my two favorite feral boys #aggressive signs of affection is my new kink #inccorect quotes #souce: They Can Talk #house of ashes #house of incorrect quotes

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As Jason's lips traced a invisible and delicate line on his shoulder, Salim stared at the ceiling, thoughts running into a deep forest full of interrogations.

"What seduced you?" He abruptly asked but his lover didn't stop. An amused smile lightened his face, before he put a kiss on the older man's back. "Lot of things."

It wasn't enough for Salim who raised an eyebrow and snorted with a bit of frustration. "And those things are...?"

A brief silence followed, only disturbed by the low sound of kisses against the skin. Jason seemed to ignore his lover's question for a while, hands caressing his manly curves. Then, out of nowhere, his mouth finally concealed and murmured: "Your sarcasm amused me, even though I denied it. Your determination intrigued me. Then your courage, the way you threw this fucking iron bar in a monster just nailed it."

Salim felt his whole body shivering as the young man hummed something against his hips. "But, if I have to be completely honest, it was mostly your ass. You've got such a nice one."

The Iraqi rolled his eyes before a soft giggle escaped his lips. "There he is, my stupid jarhead who says something nice then ruins everything with a horny joke."

"Hey!" Jason pushed himself at his lover's side, a victorious smile painted on his sleepy face. "Not my fault if you have a big plump ass, love." Then he rubbed his head against the older one's shoulder, arms encercling his body. "What seduced you, Salim ?"

Another quiet moment followed, Salim's fingers in Jason's messy hair before he whispered: "Your stubborness amused me. The guilt you seemed to carry since a long time intrigued me. Then your loyalty, for the ones you loved and the one you learned to know, just did the rest of the job."

He placed a kiss on Jason forehead, before he added with a grin: "But, If I can be abruptly honest with you, it was your pleading dog's eyes who got me first."

The marine laughed as he raised his head to face his lover. "And there he is, my bratty smartass who wants me to shut him up with a lot of kisses."

"It is not my fault if you have those cute puppy eyes."

"Smartass." Jason added as he tightened his grip around his companion's body.

Salim shutted him with a kiss, and the forest in his mind transformed itself in a magnificent, blooming and infinite meadow of certitude. And when the embrace ended, they stared at each other for a while and fell in the loving arms of the night.

#writing #jalim #salim othman #jason kolchek #house of ashes #house of horny and cutie #It's not much but goddamn they just can't get away from my head #I love them