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mimihagis · 2 months
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For Example, Mary Oliver
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[ GLIDE ]: sender ( menacingly ) runs their fingers through the length of the receiver’s hair.
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That gesture was reserved for intimate moments shared by lovers, Tokinada was not permitted such an act without the immediate tension and recoil that followed. His discomfort could count as subtle if one didn't know what to look for, but something told Ukitake that this man could catch the slightest flinch and drink in that weak point, savor every drop, because it delighted him to see every squirm. Swallowing hard, fighting the need to pull away and yet denying himself the satisfaction of slapping his husband twice within the same month... he merely grit his teeth and kept from baring them. His hair was soft, smooth, well-kept despite his sickly status and touching those lengthy strands so freely was already uncommon, a breach in personal space that was added to the list of trespassings that Tokinada delighted in. The touch was so horribly close to his throat, his nape prickled akin to the way one felt the rush and desire to flee when danger lurked too near.
But he smiled, and his eyes were heavy with tired discomfort.
"Please don't, I have a headache." Which wasn't necessarily a lie, but also the words left his mouth and immediately he wished to retract them -- a foolish notion to ever think that causing him discomfort could ever be enough of a reason for Tokinada to stop doing something.
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mimihagis · 4 months
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Sharon Olds, from "Little Things"; Strike Sparks: Selected Poems, 1980-2002
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Rainer Maria Rilke, "The Prodigal Son." The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)
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mimihagis · 5 months
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“I made myself soft as the sky. / I loved so open / I knew every edge / and chose to fall from each of them”
— Kolbe Riney, from “voyager,” Up the Staircase Quarterly (no. 57)
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mimihagis · 6 months
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JUSHIRO UKITAKE | BLEACH 千年血戦篇
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mimihagis · 6 months
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This is what you have to ask yourself: Do you want to be good, or just seem good? Do you want to be good to yourself and others? Do you care about other people, always, sometimes, never? Or only when convenient? What kind of person do you want to be?
Charles Yu
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mimihagis · 6 months
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Academy era shunuki hehehe
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mimihagis · 6 months
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Even with knowledge of Tokinada's darker nature, nothing could have prepared him for the whiplash of the other man snapping overtop him in a swift motion and with snarled words. His immediate reaction, his urge, begged to eject the nobleman from his midst with a sharp spike of reiatsu and a well-aimed Kido to the gut. Wrists were pinned and an invasively placed knee was put between his legs, forcing his sleep yukata to part up the length of one leg -- and the urge to lash out was incredibly difficult to swallow down. The subsequent flash of fear and disgust in his eyes wasn't muted or hidden behind a shaken yet resilient composure, no, Tokinada managed to knock him out of his stubborn attempt to remain civil and pleasant even in the face of his circumstances.
The words were, perhaps, the worst -- those careless and cutting words spoken so casually, so deeply devoid of emotion, as though the act of defiling him resided entirely up to his whim. Jushiro wanted to shout at him to remove himself, wanted to fling him off and maybe send him flying through a solid surface or two. But he knew it'd serve him very little good to so abruptly physically reject his... -- ...the situation between them would worsen, no doubt, if he dared raise a hand. He needed to think rationally, and not act within the knee-jerk emotions that erupted thickly in his throat.
To mention Shunsui, to threaten such a deplorable act, to make his skin crawl so coldly... it was difficult to not thrash, to not physically recoil, to not flinch or try to clamber away -- his eyes stung, yet he refused to let them water and waver. His chest hurt so heavily, a deep ache caused by the sorrowful reminder that his real love, his life partner, was not in this picture now. If Shunsui was here, he'd be safe, he'd be drifting off to sleep now in those arms. Tokinada knew that he had gone to see the man before, apparently. Even his sanctuary of meeting with Shunsui was no longer safe. He couldn't anchor himself in this storm.
He'd not acknowledge that -- everything, he refused to. If he did, then it'd solidify even further that those words were ever spoken. How sickly he felt now, churning to try and digest the bile Tokinada just spat his way.
❝ It must frighten you terribly -- to become so angry, so defensive, to react to a simple offer made out of kindness with talk of such abhorrent violence. ❞ Shakily, his reply began quite shakily... yet by the end of it, Jushiro's voice did not waver then. He spoke without any blatant softness, flattened into a stern and slow tone. He needn't funnel his emotions into this delivery, it'd only pool into Tokinada's vision akin to blood in shark-infested waters. He took in a deep breath. To seek understanding, yes, his words could be seen as mere compassion to mask his fear and disgust ---- but there was a deeper cut to be made here, one that Jushiro sought to level upon Tokinada's very soul.
❝ Do I make you feel so threatened? ❞ Another pause, and his fingers flexed briefly, tensing muscles testing the weight that Tokinada had pressed down upon his wrists. They'd bruise. He'd live. ❝ I won't kill you in your sleep, if that's your main concern. ❞ I'd much prefer your eyes open for such a fate.
GENEROUS WORDS THAT ANYONE────let alone a spouse────should love to hear: ❛ I could help you. ❜ It means that, in spite of everything, someone cares about you enough to want to ease your burden. For whatever it says about either party, such a sentiment is nonetheless worth cherishing.
Yet Tokinada does not know how to hold something without breaking it.
Somehow he finds the threat in Jushiro's kindness like a man chasing after the will-o'-the-wisp and demanding that it burns him.
There is but a second────maybe less────for Jushiro to catch the brace of breath ( if he can even hear it over the nervous flutter of his own heart in his ears ) for muscles making a decision, before the body beside him lurches and bridges over him. Every move that Tokinada makes is like the snap of a striking serpent.
❝ And then what, Jushiro? ❞
Hands fair with privilege grip wrists of sickly pallor, squeezing and pinning down to the futon beneath them.
❝ You sink me into a sleep like unto death, before slipping away into the night? Perhaps to see Shunsui? ❞ Tokinada hisses the other man's name like a slur as he wedges a knee between Jushiro's, demanding those legs to part.
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❝ If you want me to sleep so badly, why not let me wear myself out, hm...? Maybe you can carry a bit of shame in you as you escape to be with your beloved. ❞
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mimihagis · 6 months
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our muses dance together for the first time
Green gaze grew fond, albeit he was still uncertain of himself -- young, stupidly so, the butterflies were enough to make him gulp audibly. Shunsui had a charm to him that felt frustrating at times, how effortlessly he could make his heart skip a beat, like now, by simply taking his hand and guiding him closer. There were sparklers going off in the haze of his peripheral vision, a cheerful strumming of instruments amongst the crowds of festival-goers. 'A date' Shunsui said prior to convincing Jushiro to meet him here and wear something nice after their classes wrapped up for the week.
Flash forward to now -- getting pulled in close, hand captured and loose embrace resting Shunsui's hand at his waist -- and Jushiro was, understandably, feeling a little flustered over the whole thing. Swaying at Shunsui's guidance, his feet stuttered a few times, uncoordinated thanks to how off his guard the other man caused him to be. Regardless, he let out a laugh, smiling.
❝ Is having me trample your toes part of your courtship? If so, it's working. ❞
His heart felt so stupidly full.
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mimihagis · 6 months
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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
i had a super SUPER productive morning and i was treating myself to the fancy shampoo (u know the shampoo u got as a gift that’s kinda expensive and v v Nice so u only use it when ur going out or have a social event going on?) and i came back to find a bunch of my mutuals reblogging the same post about hair, and i’ll be damned if i didn’t see that combination of events as some sort of sign! so here u go my dudes! another addition to the group! feel free to add “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles of this meme!
as always, DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST! i’ll add to it as time passes! and i really hope you all enjoy this one bc i had a lot of fun making it! 
[ WASH ]:          sender begins to wash the receiver’s hair.
[ TUG ]:          sender grabs the receiver’s hair and pulls at it. ( SPECIFY A REASON! CONTEXT IS KEY! )
[ BRAID ]:          sender, sitting behind the receiver’s back, begins to braid their hair.
[ SNIP ]:          having discussed the matter, the sender gives the receiver a haircut.
[ BACK ]:          sender, noticing a strand of hair fall from the receiver’s hairdo, carefully tucks the strand back behind the receiver’s ear.
[ BURY ]:          sender buries their hand deep in the receiver’s hair.
[ BRUSH ]:          with a hairbrush, comb, or their hand, the sender begins to gently brush the receiver’s hair.
[ GLIDE ]:          sender runs their fingers through the length of the receiver’s hair.
[ BLOOM ]:          sender weaves a number of flowers through the receiver’s hair.
[ STYLE ]:          sender begins to arrange the receiver’s hair into an elaborate hairstyle to an unspecified degree of success (or failure).
[ CROWN ]:          having created a flower crown, the sender carefully places it atop the receiver’s head.
[ INHALE ]:          while embracing or in close proximity to the receiver, the sender inhales slowly, smelling their hair in the process.
[ TICKLE ]:          the sender uses the ends of the receiver’s hair to playfully tickle them.
[ PLAY ]:          the sender begins to play with the receiver’s hair while the receiver lies in their lap.
[ LAY ]:           the sender lays down in the receiver’s lap to let them play with the sender’s hair.
[ TOUCH ]:           just for the sake of the contact, the sender reaches out and gently touches the strands of the receiver’s hair.
[ MASSAGE ]:          with their hands buried in the receiver’s hair, the sender begins to gently massage their scalp.
[ ROYAL ]:          as part of a coronation ceremony, the sender places a crown atop the receiver’s hair, maintaining eye contact as they do so.
[ KISS ]:          the sender places a tender kiss on the receiver’s hair.
[ AWAY ]:          the sender, using their fingertips, tenderly sweeps a few strands of hair out of the receiver’s face so as to see them more clearly.
[ TOWEL ]:          the sender uses a towel to carefully dry the receiver’s hair.
[ DRY ]:          the sender uses a hairdryer to dry the receiver’s hair.
[ SOFTEN ]:          the sender rubs oils/conditioner into their hands, and begins to slowly massage it into the receiver’s hair.
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mimihagis · 6 months
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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.
you long-suffering, endlessly patient angels get two memes today bc i deleted everything in my inbox on my rp blog and i made these memes to top off a solidly productive day! also, if you ever feel guilty about “not being productive” or having to delete drafts and memes in your tumblr life, DON’T! you’re wonderful and valid and your personal comfort and peace of mind is far more important than an overwhelming inbox or draft count! anyway, these are also self-serving, but also i feel no shame bc there’s an extreme lack of this very good vibe in my line of work, so here u go besties. DO NOT ADD ANYTHING TO THIS LIST!!
DATE UPDATED: 19/10/22
[ PIN ]:     sender pins the receiver to the ground and straddles them while training together.
[ SWORD ]:    sender invites the receiver to engage in sword fighting practice with them.
[ AIM ]:    sender and receiver go to target practice together (using any weapon of choice).
[ GUIDE ]:    sender readjusts the receiver’s stance and posture with their hands while training together.
[ STRIKE ]:    sender aims a blow (via either their fists or their weapon) at the receiver.
[ BLOCK ]:    sender blocks an on-coming attack from the receiver.
[ ARMOR ]:     sender helps to show the receiver how to wear and take care of their armor.
[ PREPARE ]:     sender guides the receiver through some pre-battle stretching exercises.
[ CHALLENGE ]:    sender challenges the receiver to a sparring match/actual fight.
[ TEND ]:    sender and receiver tend to one another’s wounds in the aftermath of a fight.
[ RESTRAIN ]:    sender physically restrains the receiver from attacking someone else.
[ FEND ]:    sender adopts a defensive position that stops the receiver from launching an attack on them.
[ PUNCH ]:    sender punches the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).
[ KICK ]:     sender launches a kick at the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).
[ TACKLE ]:    sender physically tackles the receiver during a fight.
[ DRAG ]:     sender physically drags or carries the receiver away from a fight.
[ UP ]:     sender extends a hand to the fallen receiver to help them to their feet after a fight/sparring match.
[ BACK ]:    sender stands behind the receiver while in the midst of battle in order to help them fight off their enemies.
[ ARRIVE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope and become defeated, the sender arrives at the last minute to help them fight their enemies.
[ EXTRA ]:    sender hands the receiver a spare weapon during a fight to give them a better chance after they break or lose their own.
[ WALL ]:     sender slams the receiver against a wall during a fight/sparring match.
[ COVER ]:    sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight.
[ POWER ]: sender and/or receiver use their powers during a sparring match in order to develop and enhance their abilities.
[ UNLEASH ]: sender, while fighting with the receiver during a physical confrontation, uses their powers in an effort to gain the upper hand.
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mimihagis · 6 months
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Mahmoud Darwish, from The Butterfly's Burden; "Housework" (tr. from the Arabic by Fady Joudah)
[Text ID: how much of me is you, my love]
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mimihagis · 6 months
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caring about things is cool being passionate is cool being earnest is cool being genuine is cool being compassionate is cool
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how would kyoraku react to ukitake having a pet pig?
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pigs are cute
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