#and god i just realy want to love her and be loved back

[queen-of-scissors]

What happens if creator has a lot of squishmellows and misses them?

Heres a challenge for you: The characters cannot and i mean cannot make another set of squishmellows the reason for this is because the squishmellows the reader has are gifts from there family.

Challenge accepted.

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İm huggable too!!

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You let out a dreamy sigh, and they were at your side as soon as they heard you.

"Your highness? Are you alright?"

With a forced smile, you looked at them from where you sat, "No need to worry, I'm fine!"

"Realy..? But you don't look fine."

"İ just-"

"Do you feel unwell?!" Green-haired man in the crowd, Baizhu, split the group to get near you. "Please tell me the symptoms."

"No, i-"

"Are you bored?" The boy with blue braided hair, Venti, teleported beside you with a gust of wind "shall I sing for you?"

"Guys-"

"Perhaps you are experiencing the feeling of being burnt out" the god of mora gently spoke, "May I suggest some calming tea? Brewing them shouldn't take long, only 4 hours should be enough"

"Will you hear me out?"

The room goes silent, they were embarrassed to realize they acted before giving you a chance to explain. How childish it was of them.

Don't be mad at them pls they are just trying to help ;; they can't stand the thought of you feeling down!

You sighed once again.

"...i just missed my squishmellows"

"Pardon?"

"I missed my extra fluffy, stuffed animals"

Zhongli looked at you sweetly "is that all? Well then, you need but ask"

"Noooo they won't be the same as my babies ;;"

Everyone turned their head to face you, faster than how Ei turned back to her creation. You had a child?!?! When?! How?! Do you have a court in another world?!

"Ok, before you take everything I say literally again, let me tell all of you this;.

No, they are not my actual children. İ call the pillows this because I love them so much"

Ohhh, oh ok they did NOT understand

"Now that won't do~" Yae Miko cooed "Leaving Their Highness deprived of the warmth and fluffiness they need is absolutely unacceptable! Hmmmmm"

She looked at you, seemingly lost in thought, but you could see the mischievous look in her eyes. Which also made you realize the light purple glow coming from her back.

"Perhaps," she stepped forward, making her tail more visible for all to see, "you might find my fur more huggable than your pillows~ would you like to try?"

"THE AUDACİTY-" one of your acolytes screamed, though they seemed redder than you are.

"Excuse me??" Tighnari let out an offended gasp "You think you can replace the holy object that they hold near?"

"Well, could you? Please spare yourself the embarrassment and don't act like you would not like to be at the pillows place as well~"

"Ok- listen here- what kind of a fake hybrid doesn't like being petted?" He admitted, blushing.

Gorou shifted uncomfortably, he also wanted to at least tell you that he would love nothing more than being your personal cuddler, his pride doesn't let him be teased about it. Yae picked up on that, however,

"Hmm? What is it general? Do you have something to say?"

You see him tense up so you decided to take the situation over

"Thank you Miko, knowing that you got my back makes me feel better haha!"

She smiles "anytime your Grace, my offer still stands if you choose to take it whenever you May need it ~"

"Hey creator~"

Your head instinctively turns to one of your titles being sung.

Venti, who is now in his Archon form, decided to fluff his wings in your direction.

"My feathers need a bit of brushing, it is such a pain doing it by myself, would you help this frustrated Acolyte with your divine touch?~"

You hear a deep growl from behind you.

"Foolish Bard. Stop this nonsense this İNSTANT"

"....Said the dragon Archon in his dragon form waiting for pets." He mumbled

I don't know about you, but if I Heard that Zhongli is in his dragon form? İ would turn my head so fast that even xiao would be jealous of my speed-

But for the sake of keeping it all reader-friendly, and keeping in mind that not everyone is a simp, let's just say the reader decides to stop the chaos.

To stop the chaos, you have 3 choices

1- pick one of them

2-pick all of them

3- shut everyone up and wait for albedo to open a portal to get you your squishmellows back.

Warning: option 3 May cause them to get damaged in some way. But don't worry creator! Your acolytes are here for comfort :D

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[sytoran]

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓.

completely and entirely based on 'taunt' by lovejoy.

──── ☕ pairing. wanda maximoff x gn!reader

──── ☕ cont. high school/college!au, gn!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, implied sexual references, homophobia, "best friends", unrequited love, vision's an ass, you deserve better, but i had to do it, wanda's nose-scrunch is a recurring theme, look me in the eyes and tell me i'm wrong for that.

──── ☕ note. my angst brainrot with wanda maximoff. she's kinda-but-not-realy-but-yea homophobic (???) i'm so sorry, for once i capitalize my words but only this time for uniformity

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The first time you see Wanda Maximoff, you think she’s taunting you.

She's always asking, "Am I alright?"

As if auspicious or in my pint

She stares at you from across the classroom. Iridescent, mischievous, calculating. You blink slowly. What do you want? Your eyes ask. Hers don’t answer.

I'll find the answer or a good night

Thank God the time is short

The moment ends before your brain can wrap itself around the situation. Those eyes flicker away. You swear you’re hallucinating, but it was the Wanda Maximoff that just stared at you for a moment too long, right?

Popular but in a cool way, dark but humorous, casual but breathtaking — that Wanda Maximoff, right?

And, yes, you always do that one thing

When you wrinkle up the nose bridge

The next time you see Wanda Maximoff, she’s not standing that far away at all. Instead, right up next to you. Almost delving into your personal space.

She’s just curious. That’s all, you tell yourself. It was a coincidence that she sat there, a matter of circumstance.

Her books have crossed that line of boundaries, chair a little too close. Her elbow is merely an inch from yours. It’s really nothing.

You shrug it off, because Wanda hasn’t said a single word to you.

The redhead’s response comes in nothing more than a nose-scrunch.

I'm trying to figure out what that meant

Wrinkling her nose bridge, eyes narrowed in a bitten-back chortle, glimmering with amusement. You follow her line of vision in silent contemplation.

You freeze when you see her fingers tracing the pride sticker on your file.

Fingertips, scratching the already fading sticker. The nose-scrunch doesn’t seem that friendly anymore.

A rainbow becomes a sea of black. A coldness washes over you.

I took it as a taunt

After that incident, the two of you never did speak for nearly five months. High school graduation happened soon after, and then Wanda Maximoff tasted like a distant memory.

Remember way back then in school?

It’s less history, and more present. Truth or dare, college classes.

You never thought you’d see her again, to be honest, but life swung by however it pleased. Apparently, life swung towards inexplicably alluring women.

Of course, Wanda being Wanda, had taken the dare for nearly every single round.

Oh, did anybody ever say no to you? Woah

A drinking challenge, with Steve Rogers, who tapped out three rounds before her. Done.

Did anybody ever say no to you? Woah

A tattoo, from the shitty parlor down the street. Done.

And I don't think I have a clue

The word ‘kiss’ falls from Valkyrie’s lips before you can help it, because it’s Wanda’s turn again and you’re a hopeless fool.

Wanda’s been dared to kiss you.

'Cause, well, did anybody ever say no to you?

‘Levitating’ by Dua Lipa has never felt heavier. The music is ringing in your ears. Cheers turn into wolf-whistles, turn into chants. Your skin prickles.

Oh, did anybody ever say no to you? Woah

You couldn’t say no to her.

Before Wanda can brush off with a charming smile that no, you’re not comfortable with it, or before her eyes can bring up bitter memories from three years ago — you pull her into a kiss.

A hand resting on her annoyingly soft cheek. Your thumb finds the divine urge to run over her flushed cheeks and sharp cheekbones, but restraint pushes you back.

When you break from the kiss, your eyes are unsettled, because why did that feel good? You ignore the hoots from your friends, instead send a slow smile to the flustered mess that was Wanda.

You could taunt her as well.

You're always trying to leave the table

Phone calls, toilet breaks, unstable

Wanda Maximoff is not fine.

She has not been, since she started dating Jarvis. You don’t care, you really don’t.

But when he drops her hand and brushes her off mid-speech, you think you might find the strength in you to break a neck.

I’m fine, Wanda insists. I’m happy, so you can leave me alone. For once. Just ‘cause you’re gay doesn’t mean everyone is, alright?

Swallowing down a lump in your throat, you walk away with defiant eyes and a trembling bottom lip.

Wanda’s a good liar.

And don't you think that we can all tell?

You're insecure, you're insecure

Wanda Maximoff, to you, is shitty diners, and expired bubblegum, and late night car drives to quiet lakes.

Under the prerequisite of friends, that is.

I guess I always do that one thing

When I get too drunk and jump in

You don’t mean it, you really don’t, when your fist flies and happens to knock into Jarvis’ nose on a hot Wednesday night.

He’s just been such a bitch to Wanda, and she’s just your best friend, you know, but there’s a line — there’s a line that you have every right to cross when he forgets her birthday, and she starts crying, and he gets mad.

To figure out what makes your brain tick

You don’t hold yourself back from spitting a snarl of foul words when Jarvis shoves past you. Wanda’s yelling at you, but you’re too tired to care.

Even Tony, so obstinate and so proud, gives you a sympathetic smile.

You’ve never hit a harder rock bottom.

I'm a listener, I'm a listener

When Wanda breaks down into your arms later that night, body wracking with heavy sobs and gasps for air, you listen.

You let her punch your shoulder, then you stroke her back, and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. It was all you’d ever be.

Until she pushed you down onto that rackety bed, meeting your lips along the way. Iridescent, mischievous, miscalculated.

Forget the number for the cab call

As you're dashing out the front door

The next morning is a rush, with Wanda grabbing this after that, saying that she was sorry, and she’d make it up to you. She also calls you a reliable friend, and you want to sink into the depths of darkholds.

She was halfway out the door before you opened your eyes.

You claim to try to dodge the catcalls

Exactly one week later, when you see Jarvis pushing Wanda up against the wall, your heart collapses in on itself.

She was your first love, and you were her little taunt.

Thank God the time is short

Weeks fly by, but it feels strangely quick. You’ve grown numb to the sights of Wanda and her stupidly pretty boyfriend.

And, yes, you always do that one thing

An informal college graduation party, at the same shitty diner with the same shitty pop music.

You don’t really know what you’re doing when you pull a pretty girl into a kiss, after about five minutes of flirting and fifty minutes of alcohol.

'Cause when you throw and drench me under your drink

Cranberry juice stains your white shirt in a few moments. You break away from the kiss, hardly surprised to see Wanda Maximoff with her face redder than her flaming hair, a now-emptied glass about to snap in her hands.

I'm trying to figure out what that means

You can’t feel, not when she was everything to you but you were nothing more than a friend.

“What’s the big issue?” you had drawled, eyes narrowed as you surveyed Wanda with a painfully indifferent expression. “Friends can kiss each other, right?”

The silence is loud.

Wanda’s nose scrunches, a painful imprintment into your godforsaken memory, and a dagger is stabbed into your gut because this time, because you know she's trying not to cry.

Her nose is scrunching, not because she's taunting you, but because she's blinking back tears, and her bottom lip is trembling so much. So, so much.

It’s stupid, the way you’re holding back tears yourself — you want to shout, and scream, because what did you fucking do to deserve the way she treated you.

But you join in with your friends on the cruel laughter, because you don’t know what else to do. Because she was never yours.

The last time you see Wanda Maximoff, you know she’s not taunting you, but you so desperately want to believe she is.

I took it as a taunt

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i was not fine when i wrote this. i'm going through my depressed arc because i'll never be truly accepted by my parents (bawls)

the fancy line breaks are from @u-uwin

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[outerspacebisexual]

A Place in this World - Steve Harrington

Book A - Part Five: That's When

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Summary: Steve Harrington was always there, and yet it still surprised you.

Word count: 2.36k

Warnings: swearing, steve really trying

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Your first shift with Steve was surprisingly easier than you had expected.

He actually seemed to be able to take direction and didn’t question your authority like Robin did. God, you loved her, but if you asked you ‘why’ one more time, you’d push her headfirst into oncoming traffic.

There was still a palpable awkward tension between the two of you, but thankfully he didn’t seem to want to comment on it, and you definitely didn’t want to either.

“Hey,” Steve called over your shoulder from where you were vacuuming up a mess of spilled chips that a small child had very graciously left behind, their mother not even fazed in the slightest. “How do I mark these new movies as available in the computer system?” He held a precariously arranged stack of videos against his chest.

“Just give me a sec,” you said, finishing up before returning the vacuum to the storage cupboard, practically shoving it into the clutter and slamming the door shut to prevent the rest of the items inside from tumbling out. Everything should have a place, but yours and Keith’s ideas of clean were about the same, so everything just got put into the one cupboard, no matter how much space—or how little space—was actually left.

Wiping your hands on your vest, you then straightened it, fixing up the few pins that you used to bring a little more of yourself to your uniform. Sure, you could wear what you wanted, but the vest itself was so ugly that you had attached a few long chains to the back of it as well, dangling from one shoulder to the other along your back, sewn crudely to the seams.

A little more you; a little less heinous.

As you reached the computer, Steve was already sitting there, clicking random buttons.

“You’ll freeze up the computer if you keep doing that,” you mumbled, leaning down to take the mouse from him.

“Sorry.” He wasn’t.

When you had arrived for your opening shift this morning, Steve had been already waiting outside—a full thirty minutes before he was due to be there. You had checked your watch to make sure you weren’t late, but he was just early. “I came early to see if I needed to do anything before I started.”

“You don’t. But, um, you know you aren’t getting paid by being here early, right? Like, you only get paid for what you’re rostered to work?” You had no idea what kind of whack policies Scoops Ahoy had had in place, but the Hawkins Family Video wasn’t in the business of caring much about anything. He had simply sat behind the counter while you opened the store.

Hours later, and your shifts were nearly over.

You showed him where to find the new releases section and how to scan them in, him watching intently. It was weirding you out, honestly. He’d been so diligent in making sure to do exactly what you said, when you said it. He even went as far as to offer to take jobs off your hands. He was doing exactly the opposite of Robin on her first shift, and Keith in general.

Steve nodded and pointed at the screen. “So, you have to make sure you’re already loaded on this screen before scanning?”

“Yeah, and make sure to click ‘next’ before scanning the next one. Then they get put in the new releases section.”

“Got it,” he said, already moving to the stand with the videos in hand.

You stared at him for a moment bewildered. “Hey, Steve?”

He popped up from behind the shelf. “Yes?”

“You…you know this is like, a minimum wage job, yeah?”

His eyes flicked left to right before settling back on you. “Yes?”

You continued, “You don’t have to work really hard. I mean, as long as everything is done by the end of the week, Keith and I don’t really give a shit.” You were slightly worried that maybe you’d come off as a bitch when he didn’t respond straight away. You were just trying to reassure him—in reality, you would probably run of things for him to do by Thursday if he kept going the way he was.

“I mean you are my boss, right? And you’re paying me to do my job,” he said.

“I mean, technically I am your manager, but I definitely don’t pay you. And you’re kind of free to do whatever as long as it gets done eventually. This is a pretty casual work environment.”

Steve looked confused for a moment. “Are you telling me to slack off?”

You sighed and shook your head. “I guess I am. Sort of.”

After a second, he hesitantly nodded.

Satisfied, you turned away to start counting the register. There had been more customers than usual today. It was a Friday, so that was to be expected. As you counted the cash, you peeked over at Steve.

It had been a week since you called him asking for him to bring down his resume, along with Robin, to try and convince Keith and you that they needed the job. You had already signed the two of them up as employees, but Keith hadn’t been convinced without seeing them. Robin breezed through the informal interview, but poor Steve had fumbled the bag majorly, leaving Robin to try and salvage the situation; a feat considering that Steve had put Mrs Harrington down as a reference and bowled over the Phoebe Cates Fast Times cut out.

Now, he looked right at home among the movies, shelving videos. His new Family Video vest was still freshly pressed, straight out of the packet. His red stripped polo was pulled tight across his chest, and his signature blue jeans were held up with a belt.

The phone ringing had you flushing as he looked up and caught you staring at him. You jumped over to the phone and answered it. “Welcome to Family Video. How can I help?”

“Hey, it’s Eddie.”

“Eddie,” you said, checking your watch. “You’re supposed to be here in like five minutes to pick me up?”

He sighed. “Yeah, about that…”

You groaned and slung your head back. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I forgot I organised a deal for tonight.”

You looked outside at the growing darkness. You had walked home plenty of times before tonight. Its proximity to the trailer park was one of the reasons you’d applied. You know, being car-less and all. But you had worn heeled boots today because Eddie had offered to pick you up after a one-shot with some of the Hellfire gang. They looked great, but were not a particularly practical shoe for walking miles.

“My feet are going to be killing me when I get home.”

He apologised and you hung up on him. Head resting on the counter, you banged your head against it a few times before straightening and nearly jumping out of your skin when you saw Steve standing on the other side.

“Jesus, Steve.”

“I can drop you home,” he said.

“No, don’t worry about it. It’s not that far. I’ll manage,” you replied, finalising the cash register.

Steve followed you back to your office. “It’s like nearly dark. You can’t walk home by yourself. Plus, it’s miles to your place. It’ll take you hours.”

You put the cash in the safe and began tidying your desk. “It doesn’t take hours. I’ve walked home plenty of times before.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better about it?” he said incredulously.

You breathed out heavily, straightening to find him standing in the door to your office with his arms crossed. “Steve.”

“Y/N.”

You glared at him. He met your challenge. “OK. Fine. That would be great. Thank you.”

He sent you a signature Steve Harrington smirk that dredged up memories deep from within the back of your mind. You couldn’t remember the last time Steve had smiled at you like that. It had your heartstrings flicking painfully. Your internal struggle must have also been external because Steve uncrossed his arms and stepped towards you. “Are you OK? What’s wrong?”

You bobbed your head. “Nothing.” You checked your watch. “We’re closed. Let’s get out of here.”

Steve turned the lights off and you both made your way out to his car.

He opened the door for you and swore as he pushed some metal contraption that looked like it belonged in a supercomputer rather than the front seat of his car.

“Didn’t take you for a science geek, Harrington.”

He chucked it on the back seat. “It’s Henderson’s.”

“As in, Dustin Henderson?”

He chuckled as he got into the car. “The very same. He’s got me carting him and his friends around the countryside.”

You could believe that, because in the few times you’d met him, he had displayed a great amount of sass and entitlement. He was a brand-new member of Hellfire that Eddie had recruited a few weeks ago.

“You know him?” Steve asked as he pulled out of the carpark.

“He’s a new member of Hellfire.”

Steve groaned. “OK. Whatever he says about me is totally made up. Kid has got an ego problem that he can’t seem to shake.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t think he’s spoken about you once, to be honest.” It was a blatant lie. Dustin had mentioned Steve at least once every time you saw him.

Steve opened his mouth. “I don’t know whether that’s better or worse, to be honest,” he said finally, causing you to laugh. You saw Steve smiling wider out of the corner of your eye. “You can put some music on, if you want.” He gestured to the cassette player in his dash.

“It’s all right,” you replied. “I have a music taste that probably doesn’t overlap with yours.”

“Try me,” Steve challenged.

You looked at him. “Black Sabbath? Van Halen? Judas Priest? Megadeth? Metallica?” He grimaced as you laughed. “Don’t worry about it.”

But before you could offer to put in something of his, he reached over to the glove box while struggling to keep his eyes on the road. You were ready to chastise him for it when he found what he was looking for and placed it into your lap.

You blinked.

“Iron Maiden?” you said disbelieving. Looking over at Steve, he gripped the steering wheel.

“Yeah,” he said. “You…you like them, right? I mean, you played one of their songs on stage, so I assumed…I’m sorry if you don’t.” He trailed off when you didn’t say anything.

Your mouth hung open as you gawked at him. “You…you saw us play on Tuesday?”

Steve risked a glance at you and swallowed. “I just happened to be in the area.”

You managed to tear your eyes away from him and to the cassette in your hands. It still had the price sticker on it. It was probably unplayed. Since when did Steve Harrington listen to heavy metal? You flipped it over in your hands and opened it, putting it in the stereo.

When the music started playing, you turned it up.

Your mind was whirring. Steve…Steve been there to see you play The Hideout on Tuesday night. You combed through your memories for any sight of him, but you came up empty. The lights had been bright, and you guys were normally too wrapped up in yourselves to really pay attention to the crowd too closely.

“What did you think?” you asked after a while. You were nervous for some reason.

“You were great,” he said immediately. “You can play really well. Like, fucking insanely well.”

You smiled softly. “Thanks. And I do. Like Iron Maiden, I mean.”

He let out a relieved a chuckle that seemed like a mix between a laugh and a sigh.

The trailer park came into view and Steve slowed down as he passed Eddie’s trailer and pulled up in front of yours. Eddie’s van wasn’t parked out front, meaning he was still in the midst of a deal.

Steve reached out and turned the music down as he turned towards you.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said, collecting your bag. “And good choice.” You waved the cassette case before putting it down on the seat between you. You thought he wasn’t going to say anything, but then he reached out and placed a hand on your arm to stop you from getting out. It was a gentle touch, just barely grazing your skin, but it caused you to freeze.

Steve cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, for what it’s worth.”

“For what?”

Steve fiddled with his seam of his vest. “For…for how I was in high school. I want you to know that I am sorry. More sorry than I can say.” When you were silent, he continued, “I’m not that person anymore, and I regret ever trying to be, for just…letting you go around thinking that you were the reason I stopped talking to you—stopped being your friend. I put you through all this shit. I was a dick, and I contributed to making your life miserable at school. I should have tried harder to apologise to you, but I knew that you wouldn’t want to see me again. Who would? But I—I’m sorry. And I want to try and fix this.”

When your eyes met his again, you knew that the pain of those years was clearly reflected in your glossy eyes.

Steve didn’t try to stop you when you got out the car.

You stood on the grass and gripped his car door, looking up at the sky, trying to block out those memories from school and gain some kind of control and grounding.

Swallowing hard, you turned back to him. “I need some time, Steve.”

“However much you need,” he whispered.

You stared at him for a long moment, beholding the sincerity and vulnerability in them. And you knew that if you wanted to, you could crush him. You could inflict him with a wound so deep, he’d carry it forever. A year ago, maybe you would have.

Instead, you said, “I’ll see you at work tomorrow,” and closed the door.

a/n: thanks for all the love on this series so far! let me know what you guys are thinking about this! <3 aeia

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington angst #outerspacebisexual

[revyn-moonfox]

Commenting on the the magnus archives episodes, part 3 (I think) - spoilers ahead

MAG 16 Arachnophobia: I was fully prepared for that episode to destroy me, I can't stand spiders, but now I feel like it could have been worse, at least it was only one spider at a time, my nightmares are filled with a bunch of spiders... which I guess he got at the end, but that wasn't described in great detail, so I was okay. Apropos the end: I was a bit confused because I read this episode was the most obviously paranormal one, and honestly, thinking the spiders from your youth are haunting you isn't so much paranormal, I thought episode 15 with her beeing found with candles she didn't pack was worse, but then I got to the end, and him beeing found incased in Web... uah. And come on John, you wanna try to reason that they came from one week of lying there?! Ugh

MAG 17, the Bone Turner's Tale: immediately after the first few sentences I was like: oh no, this is a Leitner one, isn't it? And sure enough it was... I don't even know what else to say to this except type out the Leitner Rant, but that is a lot of text, and this post will already be very long. At least John is a bit more inclined to believe the tale when there is Leitner involved.

MAG 18 The Man upstairs: I needed a bit more time for that episode because I have a very active imagination and got nauseous towards the end...

MAG 19 Confession | & MAG 20 Desecrated Host || : love the connection to the hilltop Road episode. Also, did somebody say religious trauma? Because these episodes screamed in answer. The beginning of 19 was... worrying to say the least - "We will get to the cannibalism of course" ehm, hold on, what? On another note, these episodes made me suspect that John's predecessor realy had a sorting system because that was at least the third episode in a row with the flesh entitie! While I honestly was just waiting for the first appearance of the Vast...

MAG 21 Freefall: finally, the Vast, I don't know what exactly sparked my obsession with it, but I like this entitie (as much as you can like a fear personified) since I first saw a art-tiktok about it weeks ago. Nothing much to say to this episode tho, except that John got sceptic again, he had such a good run of taking things seriously before.

Ending the Episode with the quote "By God Martin, what are these things?!" Was a choice...

MAG 22 Colony: Did I ever mention before that I love Martin? Well, I do, and now that he actually speaks for himself once, I feel even more justified in saying that.

Two options here "poor Martin, just wanted to show a picture to his (future) boyfriend" or "King wanted to stick it to his asshole Boss" I'm in the party of both. Both is good.

Also, after this episode the following post I found on Pinterest suddenly makes a lot more sense

I also asked myself how much the entities blurr together, because, while this was mainly corruption, there was also darkness because the lights didn't work in Martins flat, right?

I was so happy when John showed that he cared for Martin, in telling him to life in the institute for now :)

The creepy text messages at the end sparked a conversation between me and @regulus-needs-swimminglessons and I wanted to share one of his comments to that:

These text are so funny because there are basically 2 options

1 (the boring one) Jon and Martin don't text a lot so Jon doesn't actually know what Martin's texting style is like so Jane was able to impersonate him easily

2 (the better option) Jane was looking through the past texts giggling and kicking her feet while reading funny passages out loud for her worm friends so she could copy his texting style but she had to hold back to not end every message with "❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰😍😘😘😘😘😘😘❤️❤️❤️😘😘😘😘🪱🪱🪱🪱🪱😘😘🥰🥰❤️"

MAG 24 Schwarzwald: at first I was convinced that the headline was read by someone else than John, because it sounded weird to me. Then I got reminded that German words, like Schwarzwald, just get pronounced weirdly by englishspeakers, which is totally normal, so back to the story. An old letter to Jonah Magnus, did Elias read these 👀. The comment that there was no account of a Johann von Württemberg confused me, because Johann is/was a fairly common german name, especially in the higher up families. And there was in fact a Johann Friedrich von Württemberg who lived from 1582 to 1628, but that's not the one reported here, I would guess. He ruled as the 7th Duke at that time. Anyway, the Grave gave me slight Lukas-Family vibes, even tho I know that not the case, the involved entitie here is the Eye not the Lonely (even tho it kind of screams the lonely to me too, I mean, it's the Schwarzwald, and he described it as silent on lonely, but oh well)

Martin, scaring John by walking though the archive without pants. 🤣

Sir that is his living room and he can wear whatever he wants 😌 Martin can do whatever he wants, wherever he wants, just because he's awesome, and I love him.

MAG 24 Strange Music: I don't like dolls, I don't like clowns, and that's all I'm gonna say to that... But there is finally an appearance from sasha, which is awesome ^^ And again, something incredible: John is inclined to believe a Statement woob woob

MAG 25 Growing Dark: I mentioned religious trauma before, and I will mention it again, because this is exactly that. A bit frustrating to go back to "mh, we don't believe this because the author isn't even believing himself"

MAG 16 Distortion: Michael! My Dude! Be a dear and miracle me a towel, would you? Oh whops, wrong fandom, wrong quote... anyway, hello Michael, and hello Sasha. Its a bit sad to hear every archival assistant tell in their statement that they feared to come forward because John would judge them... But Sasha is hurt, and the "most level headed" so of course he believes her. Also, she's a little heroine, because she went to that place only to save John (and Martin, and the Archive, but oh well) first time that not beeing able/wanting to quit got mentioned, intrigued for the future.

MAG 27 A sturdy Lock: Everything involving the spiral always confuses me. I feel sorry for the old man, and am very interested what the statement from his Son is gonna be. But what do you meant the door had no knob or keyhole at the end?!

That's all for now, I'm currently listening to MAG 28 Skintight, but that will be in my next post I assume. So good bye, I hope you had fun with my incoherent rambling. (And again: please excuse my grammar, English is not my first language)

Okay byyyyeeee

#the magnus archives #arachnophobia #the bone turner's tale #the boneturner #the man upstairs #confession #desecrated host #freefall #the vast #the spiral #the buried #the flesh #the corruption #colony #schwarzwald #Distortion #michael distortion #a sturdy lock #tma #johnathan sims #martin blackwood #sasha james #MAG 16 to 27 #good omens

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Roman and Gerri are a dynamic that is hard to handle and I'm not saying there is a definitive answer but I am saying that one can't just conveniantly leave out important dots that were made to be connected. Not denying that there is fondness between them, their humor and general assholery seems to be on the same wave length, which is why they enjoy the company they keep, but this is a deeply exploitative dynamic on both ends for different reasons. I wrote way too much about this, but here it goes-

Gerri's perspective:

Before their brief phone conference era, Gerri fixes the rocket launch disaster for him and notices that he takes to her because of it; think of him calling her about Vaulter. After the Hunting insanity he asks her advice which is when she realy knows there is something to be had here and then the phone call happens, which... look. Is there ever an indication Gerri enjoys this on the sexual gratification (not attraction, but I'll get there) level that Roman does? Not really, she can't quite believe it, finds it funny/ interesting but it is simply also such a perfect bonus to know this Roy sibling is with her while Kendall is out and god knows what Shiv might be up to. On the yacht he is also the one to defend her right away about cruises which on one hand, sure, is because they are fond of each other but you can't deny how conveniant that is as well. Throwing her weight behind Roman also seems to be paying off during season 3, he literally causes her to be interim CEO by nuking his own chances. It all blows up though with the dick pic, something that is implied Gerri isn't comfortable with (rightfully so, obviously) but seems to have maybe accepted for a time because of their "alliance". But when it all blows up, especially towards the end, she turns her back because it isn't worth it. "How does it serve my interests" is a fun callback but it is also quite literally the entire summary of Gerri's approach to the relationship. She might feel sorry in a way, but season 4 clearly shows how she does not talk to Roman after this, does not interact if she doesn't have to. Like, why would she comfort Roman on the boat, he just tried to fucking fire her and then he actually fires her because he is spiraling. The last real interaction between them has to be at the election party, because at that point it isn't just 90% business for Gerri, it's 101%. She will get something out of this and, honestly, good for her that she gets re-hired in the end; if anything she was made for this type of environment. It actually speaks to her character that she isn't into the funeral recording, a very human moment but it's important that that is the only thing we get from her on screen. What about the script? Sorry, didn't really happen, did it and it is for the best. (I would have found it insane if Gerri was the one to get through to Roman when Shiv can't, like, no)

Roman's perspective:

Not exactly news that he can't seperate business and family; getting the top spot is literally earning daddy's love and the only motivation for Roman in the first place. So, in comes Gerri, a person he has known for a long time (I want to let the implication "since childhood" slide, because that sounds unnecessarily creepy, but just know I have considered it), and she fixes his mess and holds out a helping hand. She provides guidance that he wants from his father but can't have, because it makes him weak and therefore less in Logan's eyes. He keeps reaching for Gerri in the way that, in an ideal world, he would for his father. But, and this is the most important thing, Roman goes to Gerri whenever he fails to perform masculinity (= heteronormativity=business). Dad calls him a moron? Gerri. Failed phone sex with Tabitha? Gerri. Failed sex with Tabitha? Gerri. Tabitha didn't want his proposal (it's not how you get someone to stay), maybe Gerri does. This is so interesting, because that is the text pretty directly pointing out that whatever Roman and Gerri have is neither romantic nor sexual attraction; because this is in many ways what he had with Grace and Tabitha- only this time it is someone who can actually fill out the paternal role (not mommy, never mommy) because of the business side of things that parallel Logan. Gerri playing into the humiliation kink on the phone is paralleled by Roman listening to dead Logan's fake voice message. And when he sent that dick pic to Gerri but it ended up with Logan... do you really need me to go on?

On a side note; isn't it interesting that any form of "sexual" interaction between Roman and Gerri needs this layer of seperation- phone call, screen, or bathroom door, a home video on the TV (okay that one isn't sexual anyways but still), you get to pick. And then in season 4 he can't even look at her... well. Season 4 also generally cashes in on the Logan and Gerri parallel; when she tells him "i could have gotten you there" and walks out on him a few days after his father, who had just made a business related promise, died..huh. And when she walks into Waystar at the very end, unaware of him, it might as well be Logan's ghost which is why Roman reacts the way he does after.

tl;dr: This ain't romantic or sexual, and it is a shame to not afford it the complexities of being fucked up; it's also not some doomed romance like... no. Gerri kinda got what she wanted in the end, Roman didn't. Shouldn't. At least he's out.

Picture of me after typing all that:

#girls this isn't even deep analysis it just needed to get out #and don't get me started on the bathroom stuff alone hello #Also #and I haven't checked this #but what if Roman enjoyed martinis before Gerri? Absolute fucking chaos #source- I made it up maybe. #quasi love of his life the same way his father was #sorry not sorry #and don't take this as a joykill beautiful people you rock on with whatever take you have #succession #succession season 4 #roman roy #gerri kellman

[myechoecho]

Till the End of the Moon, ep 31.

I was right, Zhaoyou knows who Tantai Jin is. How lovely to see that he thinks he is a good person and that he has hope for him. Which is in direct contrast to the destined with no way out to be the Devil Lord we’re still getting in this episode.

Practicing cultivation and being with his sect brothers  is the most peaceful we’ve seen Tantai Jin pretty much... ever. I do think he’s growing as a person.

I love how he doesn’t care that Xiao Lin is back - he cares about the how

Have I mentioned that I think that Pang Yizhi sucks? Well he sucks (aside from caring for kittens). Him telling Tantai Jin that he cannot resurrect Ye Xiwu using the spell because it goes against nature or whatever when he did the same for Xiao Lin is a bit much. Though I suspect he knows that Ye Xiwu is still alive.

Him also dismissing Tantai Jin’s love as just obsession (which yeah, okay there is some truth to that) annoyed me.

However the big question is WHY did Pang Yizhi he resurrect Xiao Lin and how does that tie into Tantai Jin?

How smart of Tantai Jin to look up the Devil God the became in one timeline. Though it seems that even without the Evil Bone, the devil artifacts recognize him.

The near misses of Tantai Jin and Li Susu in the library and at the lake. Honestly, I’ve really missed them together this past two episodes.

LOL at Tantai Jin giving romantic advice to Xaio Lin. This budding friendship is kinda nice though. Even I do think Xiao Lin has been boring for 3 lifetimes

Susu has sealed the Evil Bone in her body? That feels like it will end badly.

The demon twins really should have questioned why Di Mian helped them so easily. He could mess up their plans.

NIAN BAIYU? IS THAT YOU?

Realy Tantai Jin? You’re just going to ask Li Susu, someone you have supposedly never met, for a drop of her blood?

YES for Tantai Jin for saving Faux Susu - even though it was mostly to ask for her blood. I still think he would have done it to help her anyway

The sheer longing that Susu has for Tantai Jin

As weird as the request was, I appreciate that he was fully honest with faux Li Susu about why  he wanted the blood

I love how they are reliving the the memories of Mine Ye and Sang Jiu.

AND OMG FINALLY THEY MEET AGAIN

on to ep 32

#till the end of the moon #my thoughts #cdrama

[bobs-secret-blog]

Lost hope

Giyu x reader

Authores note:first fic on tumblr and its angst. Sorry but im in the mood, hope you enyoy reading tho. Love ya ●>●

A nurses life was at times a stressful one. Patients were at times horrible and sometimes times you had to take care of absolute perverts. But it all paid off at the end of the day. Because you could see your soon to be husband again!

His name was Yuka Imalai, he was a doctor at the small villiage hospital you worked at. He taught you everything you know. You had been dating for 2 years now and you were happy. Everything was going great between you two. Your wedding was in 2 weeks. You had planed everything from the cake to the guest lists. And you were going to have a great honeymoon.

But right now Yuka was having a code red surgery on two patients. One in a critical condition and on the blink of death, the other lost an arm. Yuka was stressed as all hell but adventualy mannaged to pull it off with them.

It was 2 days after the operation.Yuka instructed you to do some minor check ups and blood work while he gets to another surgery.

So with no time to waist you went into the first patients room, his chest was covered in bandages along with his arms and whole neck. You picked up his chart from the table.

Sanemi Shinazugawa.

Huh. Sounded almost familiar. Maybe an ex-patient perhaps? Oh weel. Whatever it was could wait after the whole checkup. So you had begun to take some blood samples, cleaning wounds and changing bandages. Finaly done.

You werw heading to the second patients room just down the hall, suprised to see he was awake. He had short black hair, ocean blue eyes. One arm was missing while the other was bandaged. He just looked at the ground the whole time. Looking so woried and deppressed. How sad. Walking over to the table you picked up a paper.

"Giyu Tomioka?"

He looked at you, eyes widening with shock. Oh man what did you do this time. He slowly says

"(Y/n) ? Is it realy you? Oh god please tell me i finaly found you again!!! Please ill never let you down again! Im sorry about Kocho , i promise"

Oh wow he must have been brain damaged.

"Sir please calm down, your going to hurt yourself again. Plus i realy dont know you sir."

Thats the moment the tears broke down. A anguishing, grief filled scream erupted from him and waterfalls from his eyes. It hurt so bad. Having been scared by his actions you quickly left the room asking a different nurse to help. She had finished up with Giyu an hour later, and let me tell you he was a menace. Franticaly trashing around and asking for only you for him. It was whatever for you, but not for Giyu. Even if you dont remember him, he remembers you.

It was two years back when he was 19, he married you when he was very young at 17. Oh how naive you were to think he could be loyal. But at first everything went great, you were the awesome couple everyone dreamed to be. Everybody was jealous of your love towards each other, even some of the demon slayers. You were as happy as you could be, spending free days with your husband. Going on vacations with him, cooking together, planning your future, talking about children for the future. Everything was perfect....

Until Giyu started acting weird.

He was rarely home for dinners, didnt take the bentos you made him. He didnt even want to sleep with you in your bed anymore. It started to be suspicious towards you, so you came up with a conclusion. He was cheating on you.

You thought you were crazy at frist, a mad woman thinking her husband who kills demons for a job is being unloyay to her? Yeah thats it. You were done with his bullshit after a couple of months. Wanting to just go away from him and be happy again like you were at the start of your marriage. You wanted the divorce. And oh yes,

you fucking got it.

One night at 12pm when you were on the verge of tears, waiting for Giyu to come home. He wasnt even on a mission, so where was he ? Just as you began to lose hope the door to your house had slammed open. Revealing a messy haired Giyu. His cheeks pink and blushy. Buttons of his uniform unbuttoned at the top. "Where were you Giyu?"

"Out on a patrol, saving people (Y/n). Cant you ever get that through your thick skull?"

" Dont lie to me Giyu, you didnt have patrols tonight. You were with someone. Just please. Tell me who it is so i can let it go." He didnt even fucking look at you while you were talking.

"Giyu just fucking tell m-"

"It was Kocho god dammit! It was always her! From the first day that i met her i feel in love! I love her more than i will ever love you, she is more perfect in so many ways! I love HER !"

You knew it. It was always her, how could you be so blind all this time?

With one final look at him, you grabbed your bags and headed ot to live with your family. Only until you got back onto your feet and started working somewhere.

Your mama and papa were super supportive along with ypur brother Eiji and big sisters Fumiko and Rina. You found a job as a nurse in a small hospital. And there you met Yuka, he was everything you had ever wanted from a partner. But the most important thing was that you were happy.

Unlike Giyu. Kocho made his life a living hell. Bullying him to such agony, he was happy she died earlyer than him. He cried his heart out. Hoping that maybe one day he will meet you. Adventualy he did, in the hospital. But to what? You didnt remember him.

He cried all night. Wanting to see you again after a week, only to be told you had gone away.

It has now been 3 yeears since you married Yuka and you were very happy. You had twins now! You decided to name them Hiroki and Tsuneo. Both boys having looks on their mother. Only having their fathers strange orange eyes.

As for Giyu, he was still searching for you. He spent all he had on his travels. Including the once precious sword he fought battles with. After some time he had stoped. Lost all hope. Now laying at the back of his house next to the bedroom window. The same one you used to sing through in the morning. In the house you both used to live in, and the house you left.

And there he laid on the grass, blood preciously pouring out of his body. Ravens pecking his skin here and there, blood starting to dry up. Maybe he didnt feel happy in the real world, but here in the afterlife he is widely smilling. Beacause he is here with you, thats all he had. And thats all he will ever get for now. Still hoping that he will find you in another life. Where you will be happy and free of troubles.

But for now this happiness will have to do, until you come back to him again.

#demon slayer #giyuu x y/n #giyuu tomioka x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #giyuu angst

[softquietsteadylove]

Big fan of your prompts! Have to ask for a Thenamesh au with Thena being a highly known Singer and Gil being her Bodyguard or Manager?

Looking forward to read more of your fine work :)

Gil sighed. He almost didn't know what he was doing there--almost.

These music industry events always dragged on far too long in his opinion. Once Thena's part was over he was ready to head home, but that wasn't how it worked, of course.

She looked stunning, as always. Kingo had styled her in something glittering with jewels, although she always asked him to style her in something more subtle in nature. But the pearl of the music industry shone quite well on her own without any effort.

Between the platinum blonde hair, the pale skin, the utterly ethereal beauty--it was no wonder she was called The Goddess Athena.

Gil lingered around, close enough to be of service but not close enough to get in her red carpet shots. That was his job, to be close but not too close, and not too far either.

Thena managed a slight smile for the clicking pictures. She realy was even quieter than her reserved and pristine onstage presence. She most certainly wasn't a pop princess.

"Gil!"

He blinked, coming over to her as she whispered to him as subtly as she could. She turned her back to the camera flashes, leaning close to him and gripping his lapel. His hand rose up to lay over hers reassuringly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's," she paused, glancing over her shoulder. The erupting screams of the crowd were announcing the arrival of Eros, the absolute hottest commodity of the music scene this year. He was young, and good looking, and he had hit on Thena more than a few times by now. "It's Eros--I just don't want to talk to him."

Gil chuckled. Thena was surprisingly antisocial for a singer who had countless adoring fans.

"Just stay close," she whispered to him, still using him for cover as Eros waved to his fans, walking ever closer.

"He's probably already seen you," Gil said softly, although as per Thena's request, he held his arms loosely around her and let her hide behind his larger figure all she liked.

"Seeing and talking to me are different things," she muttered, turning Gil in real time.

"Kingo's going to kill you for not mingling," Gil grinned at her. "Headlines will read 'Goddess Athena gives God of Love the Cold Shoulder' tomorrow."

"They can say anything they like if I don't have to talk to him," Thena looked up at him, pursing her lips at the notion. "You were there last time he cornered me."

Well, he was there for part of it. By the time he made it back to her side after securing her car home, he returned to find the little nuisance blocking her off into a corner of the after-party. Gil had happily strong armed him out of the way to rescue her.

"You'd think the kid would get the hint," Gil raised a brow, although he knew better than that. Eros was known for pursuing people pretty relentlessly, but he was so popular that people didn't seem to mind the behaviour, labelling him a Casanova and a lover of love.

"I wish," Thena sighed. Eros turned and she stepped in closer, all but burying herself in Gil's suit jacket.

"Thena!"

"Shit," she cursed, and Gil had to laugh (and not just from her hot breath hitting the fabric of his shirt). He ran his hands down her arms as he prepared to step away from her. "You'll be okay. I'm right here."

Thena wrapped her arms around his, trapping him next to her, "damn right you are."

"Th-Thena," he floundered as the Prince of Pop meandered over to them. He was wearing a garish red suit and gold shirt that hurt Gil's eyes. "Eros."

"Ah, we meet again," he greeted Gil with a wholly insincere smile. "I see you're still on the payroll."

"Gil is my most trusted friend, Eros," Thena happily informed him, still clinging to Gil for all the world to see. "He's far more than a name on my payroll."

"Are you so friendly with all your security?" Eros asked with a teasing smile, although he had at least kept an appropriate distance from her this time.

"I don't need any other security," she smirked. Her persona to the public was so poised and elegant, but she had a petty side that liked to snark at Eros and trade jabs with Ikaris. "He's that good."

"Oh, really," Eros chuckled in good nature (or some charade of it). He looked at Gil, "maybe I should steal him for myself."

Gil raised a cold brow at the kid, "does it look like I could be swayed in any direction?"

"No," Eros looked at Thena's near desperate grip on his arm, "she certainly has her claws sunk into you."

"She doesn't have to," Gil shrugged, letting his hand rest on her waist, just to piss Eros off. "I've been at Thena's side for years, kid. And I will be, so if you think you can sneak your way into her inner circle-"

Eros grunted as Gil turned to lead Thena away, his elbow clipping the younger man in the side.

"Think again," Gil winked at him, leading Thena along by the waist, although he could already hear Kingo raging at them over what he and her publicist were going to have to come up with to explain the behaviour.

"I should have let you talk to him last time," Thena laughed beside him, happily letting him lead her along, past other people on the carpet, past the cameras without a care in the world. "Perhaps he would have been too scared to talk to me tonight."

"Mm, I don't know," Gil shrugged, slipping his other hand into his pocket. Usually he wanted to have both his hands free, but he supposed it might be fine if the other literally had a hold of his lovely client. "He doesn't seem the type to be easily dissuaded."

"Lucky I like having you around, then."

Gil let Thena reposition his arm, moving it off her waist but only to let her wrap her hands around it instead. He bent it at the elbow, letting her make proper use of it. He wasn't part of her world of glamour, he was just some nobody that would be in her photos. People would get all excited and then find out he was her security and wonder what the hell she was doing being so close with him.

But let them wonder. So long as she kept smiling so genuinely.

#Thenamesh AU #Thenamesh Bodyguard AU #I don't think I've used that tag before #this was a cute idea #I think Thena would have a similar persona to how Angie appears #very reserved and dignified I think #even though people who know her are like oh she's so sweet and funny and genuine #Thena would sing soft songs like Sweet Nothings and You're in Love and I will not be convinced otherwise

[deathshallbenomore]

I'll be visiting Torino soon and I saw you post about it before so I wanted to ask, do you have some recommendations that wouldn't be found on a tourist guide? Grazie 💖

hiiiii (or, as the locals would say, cerea <3) :)

first of all, i'm so so happy you're visiting this beautiful city! i hope you'll love it at least half as much as i do (which is a lot. like. a lot)

under the cut!

as for my recommendations, i guess my biggest advice would be to just walk around and let the streets themselves guide you because a) the city centre (as in the very very centre and the neighbourhoods surrounding it) is not that big, so you could set some reference points, go for a long walk, and both see the main attractions and get to have a look at the city herself, b) because it's so worth it, torino really is so beautiful that even walking her streets is an experience by itself, c) torino is probably one of the easiest cities in the world to navigate because it was literally built like this:

in any case, here's a list of my favourite places/spots that oh my god you have to see/things you really need to do*

monte dei cappuccini (+ the church + the friars' back terrace in case they decide to open it to the public); the hill area is also really nice so i warmly suggest you get to the monte on foot

this is a classic, but the gran madre church - piazza vittorio - via po - piazza castello route is a must (and you can do it right after the monte dei cappuccini, to reach the city centre)

castello and parco del valentino (and especially the giardino roccioso) is beautiful (also psss the borgo medievale is fake lol)

close to the valentino, you can take a walk around the san salvario neighbourhood (my beloved) which feels a little bit bohemien and quite vibrant and lively. lots of beautiful churches, lots of interesting architectural styles, Thee synagogue (which you cannot visit, but it's breathtaking even from the outside)

close to piazza castello, the galleria subalpina is BEAUTIFUL and once you've seen it, instead of going back to piazza castello you can go straight to piazza carlo alberto, then piazza carignano and then reach via roma. you know. 'cause they're all beautiful and classy areas of the city centre

another galleria that i really recommend is the galleria san federico, which can take you from via roma to the embarrassingly beautiful piazza san carlo

the quadrilatero romano area might be a bit touristy (bc it's close to piazza castello) but it's so peculiar and i just love taking walks there. feels a bit like paris, but maybe let's not tell the locals. lol

the porta palazzo market is definitely An Experience; bonus points on saturdays and on the 2nd sunday of each month you will find the (gran) balon flea markets. definitely give them a go!

ah of course the mole, but that's like. Top 1 things you should see in torino so;

but! quite close to the mole, in corso san maurizio, go take a look at the "fetta di polenta". it's a building that literally looks like a slice of something

museums, duh

the lungo po is a great location for a lazy walk at sunset :)

for god's sake don't go looking for a pizza and a cappuccino in via po at 4pm but try to find a place that looks genuinely piedmontese because the local cuisine is amazing. you can also find quite a number of "piole" (they're called like that) that are supposed to be quite cheap but very good and "local"

bonus (totally out of context): piazza carlina (I’m so local now that I forgot its real name lol) and giardini reali superiori (if you’re lucky you might find the newly restored extra area open to the public, fingers crossed!)

eat a lot of gianduia, drink good wine and definitely try san simone (thee local amaro) [of course if you're into any of that, ça va sans dire]

just walk. fill your eyes, mind and heart with beauty <3

here’s some pics :)

#@ Stefano lo russo esigo la residenza onoraria senza passare per la burocrazia grazie mille aspetto una tua mail #of course many of these places are also incredibly popular but these are my personal torino experience recs so:

[horrorsequel]

the barbie discourse is soooo bad i really hate yall yes we know its capitalism we also know that its capitalism for WOMEN we also know its probably gonna be fun and people had fun making it. seems like the casts of marvel movies have fun sometimes too man. or they used to like 20 movies ago theyre probably tired now. oh my god tho can yall shut up like the plot of the movie is going to be bad i can feel it in my bones "we dont want a movie about barbie's world getting shattered" well you dont. i would love an avant garde barbie movie where she is unsatisfied with her life, travels to reality, realies its way way worse, also realizes that even there shes STILL barbie and she will never NOT be barbie and the ending is mornful because she has returned to put the world of barbie back in order and everyone who was so lost without her is relieved and the last scene mirrors the first but in the moment where she originally had given a tired sigh she gives a perfect and horrifingly hollow smile and we fucking end i would love that movie. "we dont want-" I WANT IT. OTHER PEOPLE WABT IT. if you want the same kind of movie that the brand mattel wants then man go ahead. im excited to see ryan gosling in silly outfits but i dont have much hope otherwise. and thats fine thats okay im still goijg to have fun. you can have fun too. no one is fucking telling u that u cant have fun stop acting like u have ti defend this movie that isnt evem out yet just cos ur excited to see it. ITS OKAY ME TOO

[alena-reblobs]

Why not: A CCS reread (with screenshots and silly thoughts) Part 1

I realy enjoyed the Trigunbookclub, and so, now that I'm rereading Cardcaptor Sakura, I wanted to post silly screenshots and notations in a similiar manner. Though, this won't be anything as deep with the meta, mostly just funny thoughts, and I don't know if I'll even do all chapters; it's just for fun anyway! Enjoy!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Ch1:

Oh yes Tomoyo-chan and her pack of badass lesbian bodyguards. Little side thoughts to the first chapter: I really like the pacing of the story! You're directly in the action, the flashback to how Sakura got the cards and Kero is really short so it doesn't take you too much out of it...and you really like the characters from the start! Newer works of CLAMP didn't really pique my interest that much, but these old series remind me what great story tellers they are. Also, I don't know but you can feel the 90s in these old comics, what with storytelling and art style and clichés that were more common back then I think, and it gives me some kind of nice nostalgia, even though I only read ccs when I was about 14 or 15 actually. I just really like older series sometimes. (another example which gives me the same nostalgia vibes, for which I want to make a bit advertisement, is "Pet Shop of Horrors". Please go have a look at that one, one of my alltime favourite series)

Ch2: (I think it started there)

I'm here for the Touyuki stuff so this is also me saving their scenes together as reference. What dorks!

Yuki! *squeals*

Love this panel :D Yuki's face looks like he regrets making friends with the Kinomotos. Sorry guy there's no going back from that one.

Ch3:

Look at those anime legs! And these broad shoulders! These drawings make me really think of their X and Tokyo Babylon series...ccs is from 1996 and a bit later than Tokyo Babylon, but it overlaps with some X work.

Really like this image of Touya...what a smug look into the camera

Ch4:

Awww Kero-chan is playing with a little boat in the bath tub :D How cute

Saving this for reference and also, what a good drawing! Aww the Yukatas of the girls are so sweet, especially Sakura's bunny one.

(Good to know that CLAMP is not wasting any time and getting directly to the Touyuki business. And I can be annoying about this beccause they are canon) God they are sooo cute *gnaws on wood* Height difference...calling each other casually...

Remember guys, only a well fed Yukito is a healthy Yukito. Ch5:

Oh man I have GOT to draw them, look how cute these two look.

Yukito calling Touya out on it :D I really like Touya's big brother behaviour, and how he and Sakura constantly bicker at each other. But still love each other dearly behind that.

Ch6:

Yeah he can do that, Sakura.

....*slowly shoves the basket full of petals out of sight* Ch7:

Aww Tomoyo...*pat pat*

I'm making a cut at this but since I'm still reading a bit more, I'lll just start another post for more stuff!

#ccs #cardcaptor sakura #clamp #ccs reread

[j-graysonlibrary]

The Xiang Chronicles: Book Four Chapter 22

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Four

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 118k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: In order to save the world from the continuous subjugation and potential annihilation at the hands of Tiandi, hard lines must be drawn. The Great Spirits that were imprisoned ages ago must be unsealed and awakened, no matter the consequences.

The players are divided—those who stand blindly with Tiandi, such as Xiang Merra and her disciples versus those who want to tear the system down and give the power back to the people. Even a few of the most religious Lords change their minds when they learn the truth of the world—that Tiandi is no more than a dictator with no love in his heart.

It is up to the last, real Xiang and the ill-fated Chaaya to put everything they have into tearing God from his throne and creating new possibilities for the future.

Full chapter 22 under the cut

Chapter XXII:

King Raime assured the group that their Capitan could be trusted so Pangu kept their disguises off. He still concealed their energy but, with the removed burden of having to change them physically, he felt much more confident in his energy lasting.

The boat was much nicer than the ferry in Enlil, as expected of a royal vessel, and there were even cushy seats and a large, billowing sail. It was needed in the choppier waters ahead since an oar alone would not have taken them past the reef.

“Would you look at us,” Kira said with a loud sigh and a crooked smile. “Seem like we were just on a boat.”

“Because we were,” Pangu replied with a laugh.

“Ship,” the King corrected. “She is The Survivor.”

“That is the ship’s name?” Pangu cocked his head to the side. “Survivor?”

“The Survivor.” He, again, corrected. “Named after her function. My grandfather fled an insurrection on this very ship and, because of her, he was able to go on and sire my father. If not for this ship, I would have never even been born.”

“Your father used her once as well, right?” Raine asked.

King Raime sighed and nodded. “When I was a baby, he took me on it to run from some protestors. It was not a full attempt at an overthrow like in my grandfather’s time but my father feared a repeat of history. Because of that, well, you know. He was a tyrant.”

“Fathers, right?” Kira said with a smirk.

Raine, immediately, laughed. “Kira, you do not even know your father.”

“No. But neither do you.”

They both looked to Pangu. He shifted his gaze between them. “What? Do you want my contribution? My father is fine.”

“Your real one,” Kira clarified.

“Okay, so, technically, my real father wants me dead.” Despite it not being funny, he still chuckled. “I much prefer my mother.”

Kira and Raine went back to looking at each other. “I consider Ranmu my mother so I do agree.”

“Obviously, I do not,” Kira replied and laughed.

Pangu frowned as he thought of the horrid woman. He pushed himself further up in his seat and asked, “Have you seen her…? Since…?”

Kira shook his head. “And I have not looked either.” With a disgruntled sigh, he crossed his arms. “I just tell myself that she must be dead by now.”

“Was she a terrible mother?” King Raime asked, resting his left hand on the hilt of his sword that was, almost certainly, just for show. None of them could imagine him actually using the weapon.

“She was a whore in every sense.”

He did not elaborate further but the King nodded as if he understood. Then he became solemn. “To think that one born from such circumstances would come to have your level of power…”

Kira quirked an eyebrow. “What’s that mean?”

“Until even recently, I believed my position of King was a right I had earned just by being born. Lowly people were born lowly and high people were born high. It was the decree of Tiandi.” King Raime let out a long exhale. “But I see now that low birth and high birth mean nothing—those born into less can achieve frightening power through fate or even sheer will. I had realized this to some extent when I met Raine but he has surpassed any expectations I could have had for him.”

There was a lull where silence persisted and the King rubbed his lips together as if he still contemplated what next to say.

Then, before Pangu could ask him if he was alright, he continued, “It has come to my attention that I can no longer accept the simple fact that I was born to be King. Me being where I am was probably no plan of Tiandi’s but a mere luck of the draw. I was born into royalty because I was lucky… I must work harder to earn the right to stay on my throne. Or else those who deserve it more will take it from me.”

Kira blinked a few times and then said, “I am not going to usurp you.”

“I did not mean you, specifically.”

“Well you kept looking at me.”

The King opened his mouth to defend himself but his Capitan shouted out, “LAND!” They all turned to see a wall of dark, slick rock approaching.

Already, they had passed by several small chunks of land, mostly rock with a just handful of sand collected in the middle, if there was any at all. The ship had some difficulty maneuvering through it all but it appeared as if their destination was finally in sight.

If the sealing stone was not on the large island, Pangu was not sure where else it would be.

The ship turned to avoid the rocks and kept along the side, looking for a decent place to dock. “Keep going,” King Raime would shout every time their speed dropped too low.

“The tide is pulling us in!” The Capitan responded and threw the wheel to the side, trying to pull them from the aggressive current.

It worked but only for a few moments. The large, relentless waves yanked them back to the side of the island. Luckily, they had edged just enough ahead to discover a beach.

“Get to the sand,” the King instructed and hovered over the Capitan as if he could will the ship to move where he wanted it just by staring and commanding.

The moments inching forward and toward the beach were agonizingly long but, eventually, the ship crashed against the sand and the Capitan sat down with a loud huff. “Made it.”

Getting back into the water was going to be a hassle, Pangu could already tell, but he did not allow himself to think about that for the moment. He jumped off the side of the ship, followed by his first two disciples and then the King.

The rocks around the island rose up into a mountain in the back and there was a forest covering the vast majority of the land.

“Alright, where is it?” The King asked, already sounding impatient.

Kira cut his eyes at him but did not say anything. Instead, Raine took the lead, “Most likely in the woods, right, Pangu?”

“Yes. I can feel a pull.” He took the first step and the rest fell into line behind him.

If his senses were correct, they would not need to walk very far. The forest was dense, however, and much of the brush had to be batted or cut away. Raine moved to the front and cleared a path with his trident, looking back occasionally for cues from Pangu.

After a few moments, the trees did begin to space out and an opening formed. At the center, there was a crystal clear pool of water and, at the bottom, a stone.

He sighed and hoped his instincts were correct as he opened the portal into the spirit realm. The glimmering circle drew King Raime directly to it, his mouth agape.

“Step on through. I will go last,” Pangu said and gestured for him to go.

Kira followed next and then Raine. Last, as promised, Pangu walked in and shut the path behind him.

It was far more open on the other side and the pool of water was larger. Raine’s eyes could not stay on any one detail for long, however, and he looked up at the sky especially. The light purple color was calming and the clouds looked almost painted on. He nearly reached his arm out to see if he could touch them.

The air even settled on his skin differently. Energy was denser and he felt he could do far more with his element before growing tired. He also felt lighter, in body, as if the gravity of the world was lessened. He found himself wondering what, all, was different between the realms as he looked at the details—down to the swirls in the clouds and the smooth, soft blades of grass each uniformly shaped and crunch-less under his boots.

“Wow…” his eyes widened as he soaked it all in.

“About what you expected or…?” Kira nudged him in the side.

“It is beautiful…” Raine spoke softly and turned around, looking back. The entire island was stretched out and he could see the line of water in the distance, sparkling with a darker purple hue.

As his first disciple looked on in wonder, Pangu situated himself as close to the water’s edge as he could without dampening his robes and he peered in. The stone at the bottom of the pond was now larger, black, and covered in ropes. Unlike the others, there were no papers attached, for obvious reasons, but there were posts around the water with the sealing sigils on them.

“Alright…I believe the same strategy as with Sylph should work…” he muttered as he stepped away. He then looked to the side. “Kira, Raine…make some ice.”

“Ice?” King Raime asked.

Pangu gestured for the King to step back which, thankfully, he did not fight with him on and just did as he was asked.

Kira and Raine stood, somewhat facing one another, and both reached out a hand to the water. Kira’s eyes flickered up to Raine, assessing his nerves.

“Ready?” he asked, in a whisper.

Raine nodded and began to create a tide within the pool. As he whirled the water about, Kira introduced miasma and a light sparked before pillars of ice sprung forth from the drink. Each of the sealing posts was encased and an even taller tower of ice rose from the center. Snow fluttered down from the top and everyone took in the sight before the light shined too bright.

Just like with Sylph, Pangu had to shield his eyes and look away. He heard the King grunt in surprise and then gasp in a different color of shock.

Pangu knew they must have been successful. He opened his eyes to see that the ice had broken and the posts were all snapped in half around the perimeter of the pool. More notably, however, was the floating woman over the surface of the water.

She had blue skin that seemed almost see-through and bubbles floated through her form at a calm, soothing rate. Her hair bellowed out behind her and curled at the ends, appearing as waves crashing on the surf. What was her skin and what was her dress were hard to differentiate between as they blended together in both color and texture seamlessly.

“Undine?” Pangu asked.

The woman descended but still did not touch the ground. She only came closer so they could talk more easily and he could get a better look at her.

Her eyes were large, taking up most of her head space, and they were dark and glossy. Her nose and mouth were both small and when she spoke, she sounded as if she was singing. “Yes, I am Undine.”

“This is unreal…” King Raime whispered, completely shocked.

“I could just as easily say the same,” Undine responded and swam in the air, toward him. “I did not dream to ever see the world again. The confines of my tomb were my eternity, or so I believed. Who was it, may I ask, that freed me from my unending nightmare?”

Pangu gladly pointed to Kira and Raine.

She floated to them. “Ah, you smell of Mother and you…a son of my homeland.” Her hands caressed each of them before she pushed herself away, continuing to float there. “I must thank you for your enormous help.”

“Well, technically, Pangu is the one conducting the entire operation,” Kira said and gestured back to him. “We have already freed Sylph.”

“How wonderful.” Undine kicked her feet up and drifted onto her back. “You all must want a prize for your effort then?”

“The only thing we ask in return is that you help us in our fight against Tiandi,” Pangu said, still feeling weird about the series of words coming out of his mouth.

“But of course,” the spirit traveled back to King Raime, “And if I were to choose my summoner, He who inherits the divine right of the land…”

Raine watched with a tense stomach as he realized, all at once, that he had no chance of being picked. That had been out of the window the second his King decided to travel with them.

Of course she would pick the man already in charge.

Undine cupped the King’s face into her hands and drew closer to him. “I sense in you a lonely heart and a fierce desire to prove your worth. You are closed off, however, and I cannot tether my energy to yours.”

“Tiandi sealed the crowns of everyone,” Pangu explained.

Her eyes, somehow, widened. “Oh! Well then, let us fix that.” In a flash, a beam of blue light shot through Raime’s body and he gasped for air in the aftershock.

Pangu had never seen an unblocking happen so quickly. He felt he was fairly skilled at it but, even still, it took him a few moments to get there.

The King’s expression definitely showed that it was successful but he confirmed it totally with his next words, “I can feel you…all the energy around us too.” He visibly gulped. His eyes rested on Undine as he said, “To think…all of those horror stories of this island were about you all along. They could not have been more wrong.”

The spirit chuckled, making a clicking sound in the back of her throat. She moved her hands from his face to, instead, loosely circle her arms around his neck. “Why, aren’t you sweet?”

Pangu glanced to the side, at Kira and Raine. He held Kira’s gaze for a moment and wondered if his best friend was thinking the same thing that he was. If he had the same feeling that they were watching something they should not be.

#the xiang chronicles #my novel #my writing

[papirouge]

I'm glad everything went well with your surgery and that you took some time to figure things out... i hope you're on a better head space - i know what is like to deal with suicide ideation so you should put your mental health first. It also makes me happy to know your mom can enjoy her retirement traveling and doing what she wants.

What you mentioned about that policeman who killed Nahel it's the same thing that happened with Zimmerman and Trayvon Martin, remember that case? Conservatives donanted so much money to Zimmerman that he basically retired and could enjoy the rest of his life loaded.

And I dont know what to even think about black women who mess around with altright and white supremacist men. Like I know the men are just thinking with their dicks, but what do these women even gain in these relationships? Is it like a kink or something? You know how Candace Owens one time posted a pic of her kids and people in the comments were being vile towards them, calling them monkeys and ugly and disgusting. Like how can you stand having these kind of people as your audience? She obv deleted the picture and never did it again.

I was thinking that another reason why some tradmen and tradwomen don't mix is because some of them are womanchild and manchild. Basically, there's a breed of tradman that wants his wife to take care of him like he's her baby, never doing any of the domestic work, not even loadong the dishwater or making the bed. And there's a breed of tradwife that wants her husband to take care of everything so she can relax and "rest in her feminity", whatever that means. You would think they would work but they don't, as the both of them can't be the baby of the relationship.

Thank you for thek kind message anon ♡

I'm doing a little better. Lately, God showed me he was still there, and that's the most reassuring thing EVER. I had to let go lf things..and he's currently helping me to rely on faith and faith alone...

Leaving the internet for a while helped me a lot. For some reason I thought of not coming back lol but I love you all so much..i think if I leave Tumblr for good I'll tell you.. that's what you deserve 🩷

Yeah it's funny to see conservatives/rightoid complain about how the immigrants are sucking off the country's money & how they they (the good citizens) are getting poorer, and then turn around and throw money at randos who killed someone 🥴

I'm not surprised about what you say about Candace Owens. I think she's a genuinely smart woman and she definitely knows that 90% of the ppl she hangs arounnf with don't respect her. She knows the moment she steps out of the line she's done (apparently that what happened to Tomi Lahren after she said she was pro choice - I remember homegirl was conservative sweetheart during Trump mandate and was EVERYWHERE 💀)

She's just beneficial to them for being the 'token Black conservative'. The grifting is mutual so I gues there's no victim out there.

The Prophet Apostate did a great job reading her hypocrital support for Andrew Tate when she dunked on Steven Crowder to filth :

Both Candace and Blaire White are similar because they both embody tragic grifter who will have no issue hanging around people they know that. Blaire White loves to defend himself saying "at least conservatives will not tell me to kill myself like liberals do uwu" yeah, and? They still hate you, boo. Just bc they're not as blunt as liberals telling you to kill yourself doesn't mean they respect or genuinely like you.... Imagine having such low self esteem that people you can even state they genuinely like you BUT don't tell you to kill to kill yourself is enough for you to hang around them, go to their show, etc. This man is lowkey so pathetic... (there's no wonder he looks so miserable). Does he even realize that if he wasn't the token conservative trans, his rightoid buddies would clown him like they do with the liberal one?

And yes, the thing with online tradmen is that they're hypergamous (in a way) when that role traditionally abide to women: tradmen want a tradwife to level up (sexually, livelihood, etc) and tradfem want to level up (marry financially secure men to build a family). That's why they fail matching with tradfem who are ALSO hypergamous. It's like trying to stick magnets on the same polarity lol

There's indeed something extremely childish in men stating everything they expect fro from a women, when they are supposed to be the provider.... I guess that's why I find tradmen so repulsive...

#answered

[transmascnepetaleijon]

i am

so fucking touch starved.

#all i want is to hug her why cant i hug her how do i end homophobia #i want to to watch movies with her and have her had tangld in my hair and have our bodies both smushed toghether on the couch #i want to stay up late with her just to talk to show her the pretty sky view from my bedrooms window #i want to share a box of take out outside my building and take polaroid pictures of us #i want to make breakfast with her and hug her from behind and have her tell me abot her dreams again #i want to show her how ridiculous my hair looks after i shower and laugh at iit with her #i want to take her to mcdonalds and teach her the little skateboarding i know and sit down at the abandoned little brick city in the park #i want to go to the ammusement park with her and take her to my favourite rides and have her take me to her favourite ones too #i want to have a picnic with her by the lake and do my stupid half joking flirting game #i want her to steal my glasses again #i want her to fall asleep on my shoulder at the movies again #i want to have nerd talks with her and i want to show her my drawing secrets and i want to open myself up completely so she can pry inside #i want to leave soft kisses on her cheeks and on her face and on the top of her head and if one day shes confortable with it i want to leav #i want to laugh loudly and i want my friends to know her and i want to know her friends too #i want my family to like her and i ant her family to like me too #and god i just realy want to love her and be loved back #i really miss her #and i love her so so so fucking MUCH #kinda confessing my love for someone via tumblr tags damn the lenghts i go #*incoherent screeching*