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travelingonvacation · 2 months
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sanguine-tenshi · 1 year
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Eddie would joke about Dustin being their son, being over dramatic and pulling the "Steven! Not in front of our son!" shit.
Steve would last a week, a long annoying week before he'd decide to teach Eddie a lesson... by taking it WAY too seriously.
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mannyblacque · 2 years
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Happy Half O Ween!
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goldenmorningglory · 2 years
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send me asks/prompts!!!
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emperornorton47 · 1 year
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You didn't learn this from Walk the Line
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archonsabyss · 2 months
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╰─..✶. [ Constellation of love ]
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❒ pairing : zayne x fem!reader
❒ genre : romance! established relationship! hint of spice! minor angst w comfort!
❒ warnings : sexually suggestive! zayne is not the most expressive when it comes to sharing thoughts or feelings about himself (this does not apply to displays of physical affection, affirmation, your relationship on the whole)
❒ word count : 4.1k
─❒ authors note : ironic how caleb was my inspiration and driving force to write for Love and Deepspace, only for my first fic to be about zayne. this was inspired by the song "I'm Yours" -the script
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His shift had ended over an hour ago, yet he remained ensconced within the unadorned walls of his mundane enclosure as the hands of the wall clock kept pace with his thudding heart. Apart from that, there was a serene stillness.
It fascinated him to an extent how this silence created room for such intense thoughts that he could almost hear his anxiety of longing; that he could almost see the reflective daze of enamorment flickering in his eyes as he looked through the expansive window, not perceiving a city nor the alignment of lights stretching across the earth, but envisioning your face and that incredibly bewitching smile.
Carved into his recollections were the smallest of details of your features— the asymmetrical dance of your smile where one lip ascended slightly higher; the delicate lines adorning your nose with its subtle scrunch; and the way your eyes neither exaggeratedly rounded nor formed tiny creases.
It was a sight he so dearly missed, but even with that profound sense of longing he still could not find the courage to retrieve his phone, dial your number, and confess the sentiment aloud. The mere contemplation of it brought about a dainty blush to the apples of his cheeks, a sensation almost bordering on embarrassment and so he closed his eyes and tried to vividly recreate your portrait from memory, only he soon realised the futility as it could never truly rival the sight of you in person. Still, he persisted because he wished nothing more than to see your broad smile with his own eyes and revel in the melody of your joyous laughter.
It takes him a lot longer than he would have preferred but eventually a blurred image manages to take shape and although it's somewhat hazy and not immediately discernable, he can well enough capture the essence of what's unfolding.
He sees the dance of your fingers sliding across his palm and intertwining with his, just before you pull him through the crowds with energy he can't quite relate to. You cast him a few glances now and then to ensure he remains right behind you, even though your firm grip on his hand already keeps him close.
The scene seamlessly morphs into a setting that feels strangely familiar to him. It reveals itself to be his bedroom, with those unmistakably moody grey walls you've suggested he decorate with portraits or perhaps a contemporary strand of fairy lights. A suggestion you eventually gave up figuring it might not suit his style. Little did you know his search history was brimming with room decorating ideas and his online cart packed with items you've recommended, hoping you'd approve the next time you visit. And so he sees you both standing in the middle of his room with your hand cradling his face and your thumb gently tracing circles on his cheeks.
It's sweet. A modest gesture that has him reminiscing of the times it actually happened, and he believes this may be where his daydream concludes. But in a sudden turn of events, the scene shifts abruptly and he's still standing at the centre of his room, only there's no longer any distance between you and him as his lips are fervently connected to yours in a flurry of provoked passion.
Behind his closed eyelids, his pupils are shaking as he witnesses the screenplay of your hands clutching his collar while your shirt drapes just below your shoulders. The expanse of skin from your earlobe to your breasts, and the distinct outline of your bra straps captivate him to an extent where his mouth salvates as he watches the version of himself in his dreams, move you backwards until the back of your knees meet the edge of his bed and you topple down, bringing him along with you.
Zayne managed to catch his weight before it crushed you by extending a hand out to connect with the mattress all while keeping the kiss intact and it is the course of moans emanating from your throat after he does that forces him to snap back into reality and confront the repercussions of his wandering mind.
The pounding of his heart stirs up a droning noise in his ears that is so unmistakably audible, that they practically sing in delight as his embarrassment draws out a shaky breath from his lips.
Zayne blinked his widened eyes at the provocative thoughts and placed a hand over his mouth in sheer disbelief, feeling the seething heat emanating from his face beyond his control while the tips of his ears burned with a blend of warmth and self-awareness.
"Pull yourself together," He monotones to himself as several minutes pass him where his senses traverse along the plains of questioning his dignity.
He grapples with the shame of his desperation for you that he remains unaware of the door to his office opening and closing, as well as the rhythmic clicking of footsteps approaching him just as your voice emerges with a murmured greeting, and your arms envelop his waist, prompting him to startle and turn on his feet ready to have a word with whoever dared to initiate such intimacy. But his apprehension quickly dissipates upon realizing it's you.
As if anyone else would ever have the guts to initiate physical touch with him, of all people.
"Missed me" You grinned up at him and there's that breathtaking smile of yours that has haunted his every thought for the entire day.
He hums in response to your question knowing his feelings better conveyed themselves through actions, and so he reaches out to delicately grasp your chin between his thumb and index finger and descends upon your lips with his own in a kiss that feels like a reenactment of the inception of his less-than-innocent daydream.
It's a kiss with a superiority that far surpasses the one shared in his thoughts by such a considerable margin and he indulges himself with utmost care in the way his mouth moves against yours.
His lips are soft as they nibble and tenderly envelop your lower one. The kiss is far from being only intricate with the amount of exploring tongues that delve into every crevice of each other's mouths. The saliva mingles and coats your lips at an exceptionally slow and gentle pace, creating a faint blend of moisture as the kisses smack with the occasional muted suctioning.
You're so lost in each other, that you lose track of time until the necessity to pull back for air arises. You take note that your lungs were not as adept at holding prolonged breaths at a time, as his were.
As you retreat, the realization settles upon you that you were only moments away from taking it somewhere else. Your cheeks flush with a heat under the intense gaze emanating from his eyes that peer at you through the glass of his spectacles.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, the resonance of his deep, husky voice echoing in your ears and inciting the butterflies within your stomach to run a mock.
Had you been anyone else you likely would have recoiled beneath the icy and distant timbre of his voice, misinterpreting the straightforward tone and failing to notice the underlying concern that hinted in his eyes.
"We haven't seen each other for afew days. Didn't you miss me orworry about me?" You teased.
"The weather was nice and judging by your flood of messages you must have been fine without me. Though I'd like to know why you arrived without texting me in advance."
"I missed you"
He tilts his head, denying the way his heart leapt at the confession. "What if I had already gone home?"
He steps back to create a bit of distance without raising your suspicion as he quite honestly needs a moment to quell his tumultuous heart before he takes you into his arms, which inevitably he will do again but only after he gets himself under control. Zayne casts a brief glance in your direction as he rounds his desk and begins to collect the scattered sheets of paper and neatly stack them, feigning busyness.
"I took my chances and would you look at that, I walked into your office to find you exactly where I had hoped you'd be" You remarked, watching as he perused through documents
"That was reckless of you," He chimed with a small disapproving shake of his head. "What if I wasn't here? All the money you spent on transportation would have been a waste. Not to mention it is quite late and you're out alone at night."
"Oh you're such a worrywart" You dismissed with a roll of your eyes, "Give me a break will you, Love? It's enough dealing with Caleb and Grandma as is and now you too. Besides, I was on my way to your apartment when I remembered to call you, but of course, you didn't answer and so I contacted the hospital and they mentioned Dr Zayne was still in despite his shift ending─" You looked down at your wrist-watch, "Almost four hours ago"
"Either way─"
You interrupt him by reaching over the desk and placing a finger on his lips to silence him. "If you're going to pretend you're not happy to see me I can always leave, and then both the money and coming here would be an actual waste"
It was hard to get his final say when you inadvertently threatened him with the possibility of leaving, knowing it was his weakness as of right now. That alone was enough to have him seal his mouth shut and accept the situation.
You practically radiate with approval as he simply gives in without a further fight.
Zayne let out a deep sigh as he settled into his seat and pushed aside whatever papers remained in the middle. He observed you from across the desk and gave a small tilting gesture with his head, hoping you'd read between the unspoken lines and figure out what he wanted without him having to explicitly state it. Fortunately for him, you did.
You left your bag behind on the opposite end of his desk as you circled it to reach him.
He slid back and swivelled to the side, his legs parting in invitation.
Your gaze falls to his lap as you halt in your steps, a flush creeping across your face upon noticing the bulge that presses against the fabric of his pants and Zayne's unfazed expression. He simply raises a brow and boldly takes your hand, leading you to perch on his lap.
An unusual shyness takes over you even though it's not the first time you've sat on his lap. Perhaps it's the solitude of being alone in his work environment with the romantic view of a thousand stars and the glow of man-made lights illuminating the world beyond the window.
"Why exactly haven't you gone home yet?" You whisper tenderly as your fingers trace over the noticeable dark circles beneath his eyes framed by the metallic obsidian of his glasses. "You look exhausted"
You touched these tired eyes of mine
And mapped my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
He worries if he should succumb to his vulnerability and confess the truth, or retort with something dismissive. But he decides to rid himself of questioning everything and leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed as you cradle his face.
"What's on your mind, Zayne"
Listen close for I'm not smart
He feels your hands leave his face, and he's about to voice a complaint when he senses his spectacles sliding off his face, followed by a brief pause and then the unmistakable feeling of your lips leisurely planting kisses on the bridge of his nose, his forehead, and the dark circles beneath his eyes.
You wrap your thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart
Despite their roughness, his hands display the utmost gentleness when he holds your sides and the feeling your touch evokes makes his fingers press with a reassuring weight into your hips to anchor himself in the moment.
I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
"Talk to me" You encourage. Your voice, like the delicate touch of flower petals falling. His ears are attuned and he blinks his eyes open, directly locking gazes with you. Ever so slightly they soften and his eyebrows unfurrow, the side of his lips raising with subtle visibility and he's sure as the dawn, understanding like never before with a knowledge he's never embraced prior.
I'm yours
He's yours
Zayne smiles at the thought, and even though you've been fortunate enough to witness it more than anyone else it will never cease to be a welcomed delight. You can't quite pinpoint why his aura appears more at ease now but you have no intention of complaining. He leans his face closer to yours, his eyes demanding a reaction while his hand places on the side of your head causing you to direct your gaze to his tie.
"Have you gotten into any trouble lately" His voice, dripping with honey, lowers as he speaks to you.
You shake your head with furrowed brows in response to his inquiry.
"I'm not always out looking for trouble!" You retort.
"No, but it seems drawn to you, and hence, it finds you"
"My trouble magnet must not be that strong considering it seems ineffective against a certain kind of trouble."
He arches a single, incredibly attractive brow. "Are you implying I'm trouble?"
"Am I?"
"I wouldn't grasp the meaning even if you did Love. I'm far too occupied with work to find myself in any sort of trouble, and it would seem my hands are tied dealing with a little troublemaker of my own. Besides, I don't reckon two troublemakers would make a balanced couple, would they now"
"So you're implying I'm the trouble one between us?"
"Not at all" He fails to hide the amusement from peaking out through the smirk that tilts his lips. "I just believe you're quite the allure to things not entirely safe."
"Oh, is this some kind of insinuation as well?" You scrunch your nose. "Not entirely safe as in...?"
A pregnant pause hangs in the air as silence cuts through. Suddenly, it hits you, and you snap your head at him with wide eyes, your jaw dropping in disbelief. "Oh."
He chuckles, poking your forehead. "You talk too much."
"You talk too little!"
"Do you want me to talk more?"
"Yes. No... Yes..." You groan, covering your eyes with your hand. "Don't ask me questions like that."
"Want to hear my voice that much?" The smug tone in his voice accompanies that breath-stealing smirk as he pries your hand from your eyes and kisses your knuckles.
"This is exactly what getting into trouble feels like," You mutter under your breath. "You're fucking trouble. I think I need my heart checked. As a doctor, you're causing more damage than healing"
For dramatic effect, you accelerate your breathing and pretend to heave for air while clutching your heart.
"Your condition is incurable," Zayne slips his arm around your waist and draws you flush against him until your noses touch. "You can't get rid of me so easily."
"Seems you're doing that on your own though" He becomes more attentive upon hearing the sigh you exert afterwards, and the air tenses ever so slightly.
"What does that mean, Angel?"
"Don't think I forgot how you evaded my questions earlier."
"It is nothing"
"Mhm, nothing as in something?"
"It is nothing to concern yourself with" He withdraws.
"I won't pry for now, but perhaps you should head home and get some sleep. You looked more exhausted than usual."
"I'm fine."
"You should still go home."
"I'd rather not."
"Why?"
"You're prying."
"I'm concern-ing"
"That's not how the word is meant to be used," He corrects, and you're on the verge of exploding when you muster a fake smile, relenting with exaggerated sarcasm, "I'm expressing concern. Happy now?"
"Thrilled," He deadpans, and you pinch his cheek causing him to glare at you.
"So you don't want to go home"
"I did not say that"
"You're unusually stubborn, especially when it involves something you don't want to disclose. So why the reluctance to go home?" You pointed it out knowingly.
Zayne remains silent in response to your questions, his lips tightly sealed as his thoughts delve into the depths of contemplation. It has neared an hour and a half since your arrival that dispelled the loneliness that took hold of him, and he hesitates to provide any reason for you to leave. He knows that sharing his worries will give you every reason to stay and never leave his side, but he grapples with the discomfort that opening up about his internal struggles could bring. The prospect of delving into his emotions and sharing them with you raises uncertainties about the potential outcomes, creating a hesitant barrier in his mind.
For him, it's something seemingly insignificant yet deeply personal. For someone who has dedicated their entire life to saving others and dealing with countless individuals and their distinct reactions, this internal struggle appears unusually challenging.
In that moment, it's you, nestled on his lap offering him the world through just your touch and your unconditional love for him. A soul poised between a state of simple and unadorned equilibrium. Someone who admitted a thousand times over how much they missed him, how much they loved him, how insatiable the longing for his presence was, they were all woven together by a thread of love and your shyness and nervous anticipation.
His long slender fingers touch your cheeks, his mind teetering towards admittance.
"I've somehow lost touch with the experience of solitude" He states, though he appears entirely lost in a world of his own. "I've missed you"
His hand drifts lower, parting your lips with his thumb. "Going to a place without you there seemed pointless. Calling it home when your presence is absent makes it feel empty. And so I chose to stay back and wait until my exhaustion reached a point where returning to my apartment wouldn't leave me yearning for you constantly"
And though my edges may be rough
"I must admit this is a foreign feeling to me, and while it is not as awkward as I anticipated, it does cause a bit of embarrassment. I feel as though I come across as excessively reliant on you, as if I lack emotional independence"
I never feel I'm quite enough
I may not seem like very much
But I'm yours
"This feels like the most you've ever talked to me despite knowing each other for almost our entire lives" You smiled, holding back a sob as tears welled up in your eyes and he found your reaction puzzling, wondering about the reason behind it.
He is unaware of the significance this holds for you and your relationship. His confession carries substantial weight, revealing feelings he has guarded closely all this time. These emotions kept hidden for so long are something you've gently encouraged him to share, trying not to press too hard or pry them out of him but aiming to help him unburden himself. It feels as though the red string of fate has finally begun to extend a bit further, as if the stars now align and connect, finally crossing the barriers they once held, bringing the ends together at long last.
Your love is deeply passionate and intertwined, much like those red strings, and your love is written in the constellations of those stars that run far across the galaxy.
"Why are you crying, Angel"
Your quivering smile reveals the acknowledgment in your heart. You nod as if agreeing to his every word, freeing yourself from restraint and allowing the tears to flow as he gently brushes them away with the pads of his thumbs.
You healed these scars over time
Embraced my soul, you loved my mind
"You do know you just indirectly asked me to move in with you, don't you?" You chuckled breathlessly, joy accompanying the sentimental realization.
Zayne's mouth forms an 'oh'... "I didn't consider it from that perspective, but I suppose it amounts to the same thing."
Your grin spreads so wide that it's uncontrollable your cheeks ache from the happiness. Zayne carefully wipes away the remainder of your tears and seals the moment with a tender kiss that erases its every trace. He then pats your thigh which signals you to rise from his lap so he can stand up.
He leans down to your height with his left hand resting on his desk and the other cupping your face once again.
"It's entirely up to you." His whispered exhale caresses your lips, his eyes boring into yours. "I desire you more than anything. Should you decide to agree, you'll have me more frequently than my work permits."
"You'd divorce your work for me?"
He dismisses your teasing with a slight shake of his head and a hint of a smile, "Unbelievable. But if that's what you would like to think of it..."
"The idea sounds quite domestic," You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'd love to have you all to myself every second you're at home, to the point where you might even get annoyed with me. But─ I wouldn't want to entirely pull you away from your work – work that helps people and has been one of the reasons I fell in love with you. I'll be content enough just to have you return home to me afterwards every night"
His heart rate undeniably quickens, evident in the pulsing of his neck and the shallowness of his breathing. You release your arms from around his neck and tend to the details of his appearance, straightening his collar and adjusting his tie.
"Besides," You add, "I love seeing you in your lab coat; it's insanely attractive"
Zayne presses a kiss to your cheek before trailing down to the sensitive area beneath your ear, a sense of excitement coursing through his veins as he envisions the promising future. In an instant, the prospect of returning to his apartment becomes highly anticipated, and the allure of his bed grows even more irresistible.
He swiftly gathers his phone and essentials as you pick up your bag and wait for him near the door. As he finishes, he approaches, noticing your outstretched hand and arching an eyebrow.
"What's with that expression?" You wrinkle your nose at the way he's eyeing your hand. "You worried your colleagues will see us holding hands?"
"On the contrary, I'd prefer if they saw it," he responds, taking your hand and interlocking your fingers.
"Then?"
He adorably tilts his head glasses once again perched on the bridge of his nose as you open the door, and he follows, "This is- quite a twist to how I imagined my day would unfold."
"It's only the beginning. You're in for a weekend of sprucing up your apartment with me," You playfully announce. "While I appreciate the modern aesthetic, I think you need something that feels more like a home."
"What have I gotten myself into" He muses, shaking his head, but deep down he harbours no regret, no wish for anything different – he'd have it no other way because the minute he heard your words, 'feel more like a home', it's like you knew him and what resided at his core, and a home with you is everything he longed for. Now, hand in hand, it's finally within reach.
"Hey, Zayne..."
He emits a soft hum as you cast a glance over your shoulder while he observes the illuminated numbers above the elevator descending.
"Let's go home"
He grins with a radiance unseen before, his eyes aglow with newfound brilliance. Nodding in agreement, he echoes the warmth of the sentiment. "Home is where the heart is," knowing his heart rests in your delicate hands.
You're the only angel in my life
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mindblowingscience · 4 months
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Six new beetle species have been discovered in South America by researchers at the University of Copenhagen. Among them is one with a distinctively shaped sexual organ that has led the researchers to name it after global beer powerhouse Carlsberg. According to the researchers, more attention urgently needs to be paid to our planet's millions of unknown species before it's too late. Penises are more prevalent in some lines of work than others. And for researchers who study biodiversity of insects, penises play a significant role in their daily workload—for good reason. "Genitalia are the organs in insects that evolve to be different in every species. As such, they are often the best way to identify a species. That's why entomologists like us are always quick to examine insect genitalia when describing a species. The unique shape of each species' genitals ensures that it can only reproduce with the same species," explains biologist Aslak Kappel Hansen of the Natural History Museum of Denmark, whose work entails describing insect species. By studying beetle specimens that have been hidden in the Natural History Museum of Denmark and other insect collections of the world for decades, Aslak and colleagues José L. Reyes-Hernández, Josh Jenkins Shaw and Alexey Solodovnikov have discovered six new species of the rove beetle genus Loncovilius.
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nokacchan · 1 year
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Here i am~ so the first idea was inspired by this video (I'll link it below if you want to see it's worth it i promise) and i was thinking of a dad!chan with his kid(s) and the parent/mom!reader like.. not very focused 💀
The rest is up to you eheh bbye ofc you are free to ignore it maybe you don't like it I'll love u anyway
The video! https://www.instagram.com/reel/CkmxDmorqyx/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
Variety Show With Dad!Chan
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pairing : bang chan x fem!reader
genre : fluff , dad!chan, attempt at humor (I would rate myself -1/10)
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📎rei’s notes : I hope this is good enough >-< a special request for my bestie inki <3 😤
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“Okay, be safe and behave well, alright? Don’t give your dad a hard time”
Your kids hugged your leg before running back to your husband’s side.
“We will! We love you mummy! Bye-bye!”, your older son spoke as he got into the car. Chan buckled your two sons in their respective safety car seats.
Chan quickly made his way to your side after closing the car door. He looked at you with a smile on his face. You cupped his cheek as he looked down at you. “Make sure you drive safely”, you reminded him. He nodded while laying his hand against your hand that was on his face. He kissed your palm before leaning to leave a peck against your lips then your forehead.
“I will. Make sure you take your time to rest up. I’ll pick up your favourite later for dinner”, he replied.
You nodded your head, pulling your hand back to your side. “Okay…you need to go now before you’re late for the shoot”. Chan let out a chuckle, pecking your lips once more before running to his car. “Love you!!!~”, Chan yelled, making a smile appear on your face. 
“Love you too chris! Come back home soon!”, you waved goodbye as your husband and children drove off to their awaited distination.
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Chan was invited to be part of a variety show which focused on Korean actors/idols who are fathers, doing challenges with their child(ren)s. In Chan’s case, he was required to bake some bakery goods with his children.
Initially he was a bit worried about exposing his children to the media but then you reassured him that it was alright. After all, your children did love watching the variety show that he was invited to be part of.
“Why is the camera so big? Can we see space through that?”, your older son pointed to the cameraman holding the camera near him. It made the staff there burst into laughter.
Your son only blinked blankly before helping Chan to shape the dough. Your younger son was making a mess which made Chan panicked. Noah, who was only 1 years old, only let out a cute laugh, unbothered by the mess he had made.
“OH NAURRR NOAH!!..your mom is going to kill me”, Chan pulled the bag of flour away from your son.
*cue chan’s cries*
“Dad? Why would mom kill you? Doesn’t she love you?”, your older son, wolfy blurted out. Chan looked at wolfy then Noah then back to the camera. “Help me”, he mouthed to the camera. Chan knew he was for sure going to get memed so badly after this episode went live. The fandom wasn’t going to let dad!chan panicking and running away without memeing him first.
After an hour, Chan managed to get himself together. The cookies he made with his children may not look tasty but it was sure edible. “Just add sprinkles and you can barely taste the burnt part”, Wolfy talked to the camera. Chan covered his face in embarrassment.
“We should have uncle felix as a guest star for this episode. He makes better cookies than dad”, Wolfy added on which made everyone in the room burst into laughter.
“WOLFY! SHH”, Chan covered wolfy’s noisy mouth. Noah giggled, making grabby hands to pull his older brother’s hair. “Wooo-fi!!”, Noah called out. Wolfy hugged Noah who sat on the baby chair with a cookie in one hand.
“Dad…”
“Yes Wolfy?”
“Please wash my hair when we get back. I think Noah sprinkled cookie crumbs on my hair”
Chan looked at Wolfy and Noah -_-’
“Yes son”
Let’s just say that Chan fell asleep almost immediately after he got home with his kids. That was probably the last variety show he was going to accept to be part of, if it involves cooking/baking.
The End.
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If Putin moves into Western Europe the entire world order will be changed. The world’s economy will spiral into a depression. There will be a massive decline in trade and aid. The third world will suffer famine and mass shortages of medicine and aid. Pestilence, lawlessness, and warfare will break out in many third world countries.
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justcallmefox89 · 14 days
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First Sight
One of the Grove's mysterious saviors seems to have an interest in a particularly prickly tiefling.
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You are most fortunate, Rolan.  Few catch my interest, but your letters demonstrate potential.  I’m willing to give you a chance. However, a warning – you must be willing to do whatever is necessary. Power is not cheap.  And I’ll not suffer weakness in my own student.
-Loroakkan
Rolan smooths out a wrinkle in the parchment, absentmindedly noting how much the ink has faded.  He reads the words again, reminding himself of his goal, and painstakingly refolds the letter before stowing it in the inner pocket of his robes.  This letter has travelled with him from Elturel to the hells and back again, and gods be damned if he’ll lose it now that his dream is within reach. 
If only we could make out of this godsdamned grove.
He slouches against the cavern wall, huddling further into the secluded little enclave he’s tried to create for Cal and Lia, far away from Zevlor’s watchful eyes, the judgmental gazes of the druids, and the constant, mind-numbing chattering of the other tieflings.  Lia complained at first, wanting to be closer to the others, but had relented when Cal sided with Rolan.
Speaking of…
His younger brother ducks to fit under the tattered fabric masquerading as the roof of current sleeping space, a bowl of stew in each hand.  He thrusts one into Rolan’s hands and settles down on the ground next to him.  “Okta says hello.”
Rolan grunts and mindlessly stirs his spoon through the watery gruel, only half listening to Cal.
“You could at least pretend to try,” his brother sighs, setting aside his own bowl.
Rolan rolls his eyes, already irritated by the familiar argument.  “I’ve always taken care of you and Lia, haven’t I?”
“Of course, but-”
“Then why would we need anyone else?  These people don’t care about us, we’re not kin.  We just happen to be stuck in the same unfortunate circumstance.  Besides, once we get to Baldur’s Gate, we’ll have no reason to speak to these people ever again.”
Cal frowns and turns away.  “We might not need anyone else, but that doesn’t mean me and Lia want to be alone for the rest of our lives.”
“Why would you be alone?” Rolan asks, bewildered.  “We’ll always have each other.”
“We don’t want to shut out the rest of the world, Rolan,” Cal protests, raising his voice.
Rolan scowls.  “When has the rest of the world ever cared about us?  Where was the rest of the world when -”
The long, sonorous sound of a horn interrupts Rolan’s tirade.
Cal cocks his head to the side, listening intently before realization dawns.  “The war horn!  Another attack!”
Rolan’s head whips around, searching the tiefling encampment for his wayward sister.  “Where’s Lia?”
Cal’s eyes widen.  “She was at the gate with Cerys!”
Many nerve wracking minutes later the brothers catch sight of their sister scampering down the ladder that leads to the top of the defensive walls that line the grove, a wide smile on her face.  The gate to the grove rises with a groan and Aradin and his group of mercenaries trudge through, followed by a group of four unknown fighters.  Zevlor immediately flies at Aradin, loudly scolding him for leading a rogue band of goblins back to their haven.  The apparent leader of the mysterious group approaches the arguing pair, interjecting with a low, husky voice in an attempt to calm the two.  Rolan takes advantage of the situation, studying the newcomer. 
Clad in pitch black leather armor, a cape and cowl covering his head and face, the new arrival stands head and shoulders taller than both Zevlor and Aradin, his body lithe and strong beneath his armor.
The warrior’s head snaps up, as if feeling Rolan’s eyes on him.  He gazes in the wizard’s direction, his head cocked to the side as if he's studying the tiefling.  Unable to see the man’s eyes or facial expression, Rolan begins to fidget uncomfortably before steeling himself to defiantly stare back at the stranger.  For some reason Rolan gets the distinct impression that his actions amuse the man, who eventually returns to his attention to Zevlor and Aradin.
“Did you see that?  They were amazing!” Lia cries out, dashing up to her brothers.
As it so often does Rolan’s fear for his sister manifests as anger and he grabs her shoulders, shaking her slightly.  “What were you thinking?  I’ve told you to stay away from the walls, to stay back where it’s safe -”
“I can’t just hide away from the world the way you do, Rolan!” Lia snaps.  “I want to be around people… help them!  And these people need our help!”
“Don’t.”  Rolan holds up his hand, attempting to stop her tirade before she truly gathers steam.  “We don’t owe these people anything and we need to be on the road to Baldur’s Gate as soon as we can.”
Lia groans in frustration.  “Hells, we can’t just leave.  They’re kin.”
“I’ll not gamble our lives, our futures, on people who are as good as dead,” Rolan responds coldly.  “We must leave for Baldur’s Gate – at once.”
“Can we all just take a moment?  Please?” Cal pleads.
“What’s the point of blades and spells if we don’t bloody use them?  We should stay,” Lia argues.  “These people aren’t fighters.  We can help.”
Cal sighs.  “Or yell louder.  That’s fine too.”
One of the newcomers sidles up to them, a giantess of a tiefling who radiates heat like a furnace.  “If we don’t protect our kin, no one else will,” she insists.  “You should stay.”
“Thank you!” Lia exclaims.  “It’s the right thing to do and you know it.”
“She’s right, Rolan.  We’re better than this,” Cal adds.
“Zurgan,” Rolan growls.  “Fine.  I’ll stay too.  Lest you both end up with your throats slit by a goblin blade.”
“What a noble sacrifice,” an unknown voice teases.  Slightly accented and strangely melodious, it sends an unbidden shiver down Rolan’s spine.  He catches a flash of black out of the corner of his eye as the mysterious warrior leaves Zevlor and joins their small group, peeling away his blood spattered cowl and hood.  Lia gasps involuntarily as the fabric falls away, revealing long, bright white hair, twilight colored skin, and long ears that taper to a delicate point.
Under-elf!
The stranger’s eyes flash towards Rolan, sparking likes rubies in the sunlight, and the tiefling feels a rush of panic at being so close to one of Lolth’s loyal subjects.  The spider goddess is not known for her mercy, and those who worship her are known to be equally callous.
“Don’t be nervous, little one,” the drow purrs, leaning closer to Lia.  “I won’t bite.”  He slides a suggestive look in Rolan’s direction.  “I wouldn’t say no to a nibble from him though.”
“Stay away from her,” Rolan hisses, stepping between the drow and his sister, resolutely ignoring the pleasurable shudder that runs through him at being so close to the stranger.
Blood colored eyes widen at his boldness and the drow smirks, tracing the emblem on Rolan’s robes with the tip of one finger.  “So the kitten has claws,” he murmurs.
“Knock it off,” the unknown tiefling orders, nudging him with her elbow.
“As you command,” the strange drow says cheerfully, instantly stepping away from Rolan.
The wizard frowns, confused by the sudden fluttering low in his belly and the sense of loss left by the man’s absence.
“I’m Karlach,” the tiefling continues, slinging her arm around the drow’s shoulders.  “And this is Drakul.”
“Drakul’ayne of House Barri’mtor.”  He takes Rolan’s hand in his, performing a courtly bow and pressing a kiss to the tiefling’s knuckles.  “May I say what an absolute pleasure it is to make your acquaintance?”
Rolan feels heat flood his cheeks and stands rooted to the spot, his hand still firmly in Drakul’s.  “I… I… that is…”
Lia and Cal snicker behind him, clearly enjoying his momentary vexation.  Embarrassment turns to shame, and true to form Rolan lashes out.
“Unhand me,” he snaps, jerking his hand out of Drakul’s grasp and wiping it against his robes, a fleeting sense of disappointment washing over him as he brushes away the sensation of Drakul’s lips on his skin.
One white eyebrow arches in question and Drakul’s lips quirk to the side, as if he’s entertained by Rolan’s outburst.  Zevlor’s voice catches everyone’s attention as he calls for Drakul and Karlach to rejoin him.  Karlach jogs towards the former Hellrider but Drakul lingers momentarily, his gaze raking over Rolan like a caress.
“Be seeing you, Kitten,” he murmurs, gracing Rolan with one final smirk before striding back to Zevlor.
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redfurrycat · 9 months
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🎹🛝🐓🤠Reversal Sloose - Hangster🤠🐓🛝🎹
Silly post about Slider/Hangman & Goose/Rooster being like father-like son.
(As much as I support the Hangman being mav-coded and Rooster being ice-coded AND Hangman being ice-coded and Rooster being mav-coded theories, I'm also team Slider being Hangman's dad. ❤️)
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“Hangman! They let you into Top Gun? If you're the best in the Navy, I tremble for the security of this country.”
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“Rooster! Whose butt did you kiss to get here?”
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“The list is long, but distinguished.”
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“So’s my Johnson.”
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“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.”
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“Slider, you look...good.”
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ARCTIC MONKEYS 25/06/23
okay now that i've had some time to (slightly) emotionally and physically recover from yesterday, i need to flail about the highlights:
1) meeting one of my absolute favourite humans who i would never have got to know if it hadn't been for this little corner of tumblr - and then getting to share the excitement/nerves/elation/exhaustion rollercoaster of seeing am with them was just - there aren't even words for it. so special 💖
2) learning how to navigate rain ponchos
3) impulse buying too much merch (but also not regretting it. the glasgow tour poster is going to be the first thing going on my wall in my new flat)
4) the mirrorball starting to twirl just before they all came onstage and sending the colours of the afternoon sun everywhere
5) the sheer rush of the moment they all walked onstage together (also that was pretty much the only time i got to glimpse nick and matt at all 💔 from where i was standing i could mostly only see alex and jamie)
6) seeing alex a few metres away in real life after months of looking at his beautiful, dorky little expressions in photos/videos was surreal in the best possible way- there's just something so different about the way you get a sense of someone's energy when you're in the same space with them?? and as someone who's endlessly interested in people, i'm fascinated by how alex simultaneously gives off really reserved, self-contained vibes at the same time as being such a dynamic and captivating performer - like he’s so good at tapping into emotions without letting them be a door into how he’s actually feeling (if that makes any sense, my post-gig brain is not very articulate) i guess that all very much makes sense with all the stuff he's said about personas/performing, but it was still so interesting to get to really feel that sense of his presence in live time. he's definitely very much in control but in a very understated kind of way
7) a bunch of birds circling overhead on one side of the crowd, alex seeing them and dramatically declaring 'release the rest of the birds' 
8) me and the lovely human i went with turning to each other with expressions of sheer joy when the opening bars of crying lightning were played (and don't sit down. and four stars. and arabella. and - you get the picture. getting to share the sheer delight of your favourite songs being played is just the loveliest feeling 💗)
9) alex doing a quirky little 'ha ha' laugh in the middle of body paint 
10) mirrorball coinciding with the most beautiful pink dusk and half moon just above the stage, and getting to witness alex’s piano playing at the start of it
11) body paint. just. body paint. i think my soul left my body.
12) how much energy and enthusiasm alex seemed to have throughout the set - especially after the last week or so it was just the loveliest thing to see him messing about and having fun. and his voice sounded SO good. how anyone manages to sing like that (let alone sound like that less than a week after cancelling shows due to laryngitis) is an absolute mystery to me
13) alex's theatrical hand gestures for crying lightning (the one for gobstopper was a particular favourite)
14) hearing 505 when dusk has just fallen and you can see the smudged moon behind the deep indigo clouds is the only way anyone should ever hear 505 
15) alex and matt having a giggle about something mid set
16) obviously i was aware of how stupidly talented they all are - but there's something about seeing it unfold in front of you in real time that makes it really hit you. the sound wasn't great where i was for some of the time so i don't feel like i got the best audio sense of everything, but i was just so struck in particular by matt on the drums and also alex with his guitar playing. i feel like when i'm just listening to their records i'm so busy listening to alex's voice that i forget how incredible a guitar player he is and - wow. just. yeah. it honestly took my breath away.
17) getting the distinct impression that it provides alex with a sense of amusement to deliberately do that thing where he sings the lyrics at slightly different speeds to trip the crowd up
18) even though i ended up being in significant pain for the second half of the set and had to go find somewhere a little further back where i could lean against the railings (chronic pain conditions and standing for 6+ hours apparently isn't the best mix), nothing could dull how magical it was hearing all the tracks from the car that they played closer to the end. standing there in the dusk and feeling so much about everything is something i'll never forget. it truly brought home to me so poignantly everything about why am's music means so much to me and how much love i have for them 💜
19) being in the exact line of direction alex blew kisses to at the end
20) the hazy post-gig walking in the dark under lit up green trees with the lovely human i went with and our conversations about am and creativity and the courage of sharing music 💖
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Hidden Kim DokjaxYooJoonghyuk moment
(Hey, I haven't posted for some time I know. Luckily when randomly reading parts of the novel, I noticed something which I'm quite pleased, proud to have noticed because it's quite hidden so here a DokJoong analysis after quite some time.)
"Huh?" Since from when was this? Her face was pushed real close to his. Her pristine, perfectly-set facial features, her pale-white cheeks, and a beauty spot just below her sparkling eyes. Kim Dokja became flustered by the faint hint of lemony scent reaching his nose. Just before he could say something, though, Han Sooyoung approached him even closer. She brought her lips to his ear and slowly whispered in a clear voice. "Such a scene doesn't appear in the third turn of 'Ways of Survival'.
- Kim Dokja without reading Ways of Survival regarding Han Sooyoung (another person)
I needed more time before Lee Hyunsung was heated enough by the flames so I sat on the giant soldier's shoulder and gave some instructions to the group members. Then I looked around and saw Han Sooyoung dangling her legs while sucking candy. I scolded Han Sooyoung, "Is it delicious?" "Strangely, I've been craving something sweet lately. Do you want to eat?" Han Sooyoung didn't wait for my answer and shoved the candy she was holding into my mouth. It had a lemon flavour. I ate the candy and Han Sooyoung looked at me quietly. "By the way, that's what I was eating." "So?" "…You are really no fun."
- Kim Dokja with reading Ways of Survival regarding Han Sooyoung (another person)
I just noticed this out of nowhere. Kim Dokja got flustered at another person's face's proximity to him. He also smelt the hint of lemon candy and got flustered from seemingly the memory where he did the inappropriate thing of sucking on the lemon candy someone else had in their mouth, like how Han Sooyoung had teased him.
But that's Kim Dokja without Ways of Survival, meaning without reading about Yoo Joonghyuk for 13 years.
The real Kim Dokja didn't care about eating another person's lemon candy at all.
What does this mean - this means Kim Dokja is infatuated with Yoo Joonghyuk, he's so centered on Yoo Joonghyuk that he doesn't even notice other people aesthetically or their personal contact with him.
On the other hand, regarding Yoo Joonghyuk:
“…You still want to use that name.” Yoo Jonghyuk frowned as he moved close to me and pulled out a sword. “I will choose the name of the nebula.” I smiled at the thought that Yoo Jonghyuk was joking. The energy of transcendence could be felt by my side. It was strangely relieving despite the presence of a person who had long surpassed my scale. It might be because I felt like we were standing on the same horizon for the first time since the scenario began. I declared towards the stars in the night sky. “I won’t bow to your fate.” I pointed my sword towards those silent gazes. “I will decide my story.”
[Next are the third candidates!] I was shocked to witness the scene. …What was this? –Kim Dokja, there is only one chance. –It has always been 'once' for me. Once this screen came out, Uriel and the archangels of Eden screamed. The two people on the screen were me and Yoo Joonghyuk. It was the moment we threw a spear together at Ares.
[Then let's announce the winner of the award!] I inwardly prayed. 'Please not the third candidates. Please not the third'.
Kim Dokja definitely noticed whenever Yoo Joonghyuk was close to him, and he was affected by being paired with Yoo Joonghyuk when usually Kim Dokja doesn't mind how close others are to him. So he's really self-conscious around Yoo Joonghyuk, which is a sign of liking a person romantically, unlike how he was around Han Sooyoung and Yoo Sangah for example, he stopped the almost kiss from Yoo Sangah but what flustered him and worried him was that Yoo Joonghyuk thought he kissed Yoo Sangah and he liked Yoo Sangah romantically.
Following her, a certain woman sucking on a lemon candy and blessed with prim eyes as well as a distinctive beauty spot just below one of them appeared on the screen.
It was unknown how Han Sooyoung took my words, but she simply continued to look down on me without any movement whatsoever. But then, she slowly lowered her head and matched my eye level. Her emotionless eyes; the beauty spot just below one of them; and her lips that always mocked me for fun, now arching up in a smooth line.
Since from when was this? Her face was pushed real close to his. Her pristine, perfectly-set facial features, her pale-white cheeks, and a beauty spot just below her sparkling eyes.
For example, 'Her face was pushed real close to his. Her pristine, perfectly-set facial features' (Kim Dokja without reading about Yoo Joonghyuk) vs 'Her emotionless eyes, the beauty spot just below one of them; and 'her lips that always mocked me for fun, now arching up in a smooth line' or 'blessed with prim eyes as well as a distinctive beauty spot just below one of them' (Kim Dokja with reading about Yoo Joonghyuk).
You can just see the personal vs objectivity, Kim Dokja noticed her face was close and her facial features were perfectly set, but without Ways of Survival and reading about Yoo Joonghyuk, and the normal Kim Dokja with memories of his companions and of reading Ways of Survival, described Han Sooyoung in a more objective way, 'blessed with prim eyes, distinctive beauty spot' 'lips that always mocked me for fun' has some personal feeling but not in relation to another person's looks.
'Her face was pushed real close to his' (without Yoo Joonghyuk), 'she slowly lowered her head and matched my eye level' (with Yoo Joonghyuk), Kim Dokja is clearly more objective in Han Sooyoung's looks when he has memories of Ways of Survival and Yoo Joonghyuk and he doesn't really notice the closeness of another person's face close to his.
Since from when was this? Her face was pushed real close to his. Her pristine, perfectly-set facial features, her pale-white cheeks, and a beauty spot just below her sparkling eyes.
Eyebrows seemingly drawn by a single, uninterrupted stroke of a famed artist's brush; a nose and a chin shaped in perfect angles that defied attempts to measure them through mere devices of men; a pair of deep eyes seemingly carved out of a beautiful jewel containing all the misfortunes found in this world
Kim Dokja about Han Sooyoung without reading about Yoo Joonghyuk:
'perfectly-set facial features', 'beauty spot just below her sparkling eyes'
Kim Dokja about Han Sooyoung with reading about Yoo Joonghyuk:
'blessed with prim eyes', 'the beauty spot just below one of them'
And you know what? It's actually Yoo Joonghyuk's description, similar.
Kim Dokja about Han Sooyoung (no memories of Ways of Survival) and Yoo Joonghyuk (with memories of Ways of Survival):
'perfectly-set facial features', 'shaped in perfect angles'
'sparkling eyes', 'deep eyes'.
What am i trying to say here...like Kim Dokja is so infatuated with Yoo Joonghyuk, only when he doesn't have his memories of Ways of Survival and reading about Yoo Joonghyuk does he describe someone personally, with a bit of attraction, ironically similar to how he describes Yoo Joonghyuk.
And we know a Kim Dokja without reading Ways of Survival isn't really Kim Dokja so the real Kim Dokja is just so infatuated (I use this term because it's like he's obsessed and helplessly in love) with Yoo Joonghyuk.
And of course the normal Kim Dokja, 100%, compares everyone to Yoo Joonghyuk's beauty.
"I wanted to witness the end of the scenario with you." Jang Hayoung's eyes grew wider after she heard me. I felt uncomfortable while watching her pale cheeks tremble like that. As expected of someone possessing looks that easily slapped Yoo Joonghyuk's cheeks at least two times in a row.
"You must've reached another enlightenment, Master." [It seems that you're now at the level to discern that, at least.] Kyrgios's complaining voice sounded thorny. Not only were his looks enough to slap Yoo Joonghyuk's face silly, but even the way he spoke slapped the latter silly, too.
For a moment there, I had this feeling that this world's balance of beauty had tilted to one side. A nonsensical amount of cheering erupted out all around us next. (About Yoo Joonghyuk.)
Kim Dokja says it all here, his perception of beauty has been tilted to one side, to Yoo Joonghyuk...because Yoo Joonghyuk is that beautiful to him. He can't even see anyone personally aesthetically without comparing them to Yoo Joonghyuk.
Eyebrows seemingly drawn by a single, uninterrupted stroke of a famed artist's brush; a nose and a chin shaped in perfect angles that defied attempts to measure them through mere devices of men; a pair of deep eyes seemingly carved out of a beautiful jewel containing all the misfortunes found in this world. If someone saw those features and not get immediately drawn in by them, then there must be something wrong with that person
And of course we have this perfect part. Kim Dokja is so totally in love with Yoo Joonghyuk.
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