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[didishawn]

The kylian fic is so cute, can you write a part 5 where Jude and jobe won’t let the reader and kylian have their alone time till she gets upset and leaves so they feel bad and try to accept kylian. Can there be smut too?

I luv your writing btw❤️❤️❤️

Clingy siblings (Kylian Mbappe x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, Jude and Jobe are still little shits

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Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4

You wonder if it will be too difficult to convince your boyfriend of spending the rest of the break in Paris, otherwise, you might be murdering your brothers.

You don't know what the problem is with them, they have never acter this clingy back with your other boyfriends -although with them, you did try to have them as far away from your family as possible, each fot different reasons. But Kyky is not the same, you might not have been together that long, but you know he is as serious with you as you are with him -or at least you hope so.

He is as serious as you are, that's why he is trying so hard to get along with your family, by that, he means your brother, both mother and father already adore him -you even suspect your mother to be thinking about grandkids already.

On the other hand, Jude and Jobe are terrible.

Well, not really terrible persee, it's not as if they have been ruder than usual, it's just that the idea of you and your boyfriend having any alone time seems to be one they refuse to let happen.

You want to show Kylian through the city? They must be there, after all, they are the most interesting part of it.

Want to take Kylian out for drinks with your friends? Well, you better be going somewhere Jobe can too, he is still a kid, can't drink, so maybe a playground will be the best place to go to.

Both of them are suddenly even more interested in basketbl than usual, and that requires sitting in between you and Kyky on the couch to watch whatever match is going on.

Not even during the night are you left alone, a fort having been built on your bedroom, stating neither are in need of a nephew.

It gets exhausting, really, you are aware of having brought Kylian over to meet your family, but that doesn't mean taht you two shouldn't be allowed to have your private time together, and doesn't matter how much your mum and dad try to stop those two little shits, they refuse to stop.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What?" Jude asks, mouth full of popcorn as he and Jobe act all innocent.

As if the two weren't lying on your bed, munching on your snacks with the movie you have chosen for Kyky and you to see playing on the background.

"Don't 'what' me! You know exactly what is going on!"

"And what about it? Can we want to spend some time with our sister and Kyky?"

Said man, even if in need of their aprooval, looks absolutely exhausted at their schemingans, rised eyebrow and crossed arms.

"There is a difference in between wanting to hang out together and completely invading our privacy, you know?"

"And what do you want us to do about it?" the older one asks, defiant.

"Maybe get the fuck out?"

The two look at each other for a minute, then burst out laughing.

"Not happening" Jobe says in between laughter.

"Come on," Jude teases, patting the tiny spot left on the bed "join us, the movie is quite good if I am being honest"

You do nothing but groan, arms raised and a cold glare thrown their way before stomping away, ignoring their jabs and requests of you staying.

The two take it in a laughing matter honestly, that is until the noise of the front door slamming closed -mum and dad gone fir the night, so no one shouts any scolding.

It's not until then that some regret fills up their hearts, this time, looking at each other with saddened frowns.

Maybe they had taken it too far, or maybe you just got tired of their shit.

Was it too much to ask for some alone time with your boyfriend?

Talking about the man, he looks worried, doesn't seem to know what to do as he looks around for his shoes, probably about to run after you -as if, he knew his way around the city.

The two brother exchange a look, sighing, they stand up, the older rests a hand on the French man's shoulder.

"We will look for her, you stay here"

Your boyfriend hates the idea, yet accepts it as he knows a siblings' chat is needed, sitting on the bed you share, he watches as the two boy jog out after you.

It doesn't take them long to catch up with you with their athletic physics and the fact that they know the small playground near your home is where you go to whenever in need of some peace.

Your figure is sat on one of the swings, looking, at the floor, yet you know the two little shits are coming to you and they know you know, both sit in each side of you, all quiet -something unusual in between you three.

"We are sorry" the eldest say, in turn you scoff, rolling your eyes.

"Oh, I'm sure you are" you spat out, sarcasm dripping through you

"We are, really!" the youngest says -even if Jobe is also a little shit, he has always been quite sensitive to you getting mad at him, is one of the things he hates the most.

"What are you sorry for? Being assholes during the entire week? Not giving us privacy? Look, I get if you don't like Kylian, but-"

"Wow, wow, who said we didn't like him?" Jude says, arms raised and that surprised look of his taking over his face, mouth wide open, eyes the same.

"I don't know, maybe the fact you have been so annoying and saying all that stuff about Haaland and-"

"We do like him" Jobe says, Jude nods.

"Yeah, it's just that, I don't know, we just like annoying you two, you know? But we really do like Kyky"

"Well, I know that now, but he is convinced you hate him and want me to be with Haaland"

Jude scoffs, almost bursts out laughing "Please, I love Erling, but I know for a fact you wouldn't even last a week"

"Yeah" Jobe agrees "And Kyky seems to handle you just fine"

Arm in arm, the three of you walked home, a puppy eyed Kylian waiting for you on the sofa, almost running to you and hugging you close to himself as you kiss his cheek. Your brothers pretend to gag, but your glare sent their way makes them stand straight, the older one clears his throat.

"Look, Kylian, me an Jobe wanted to apologise for these past couple days"

"Yeah, and we totally think that you match her better than Haaland"

Your boyfriend smiles, easily accepting their apologises and promises to lay off the two of you, night passes on quickly as your boyfriend and brothers finally get to bond.

You can't even remember the last time you room was so quiet, only Kyky and you, his arms around your waist, chest to your back, keeping the two of you warm enough.

Everything is so calm, simple, but the feeling of something pocking your ass has you rising an eyebrow and turning to him with a look that is a mixture of amusement and confusion.

"Is this the moment you confess to me you have a thing for fucking your girlfriends in their childhood beds?"

He laughs, it's deep, yet a bit breathless letting you know his hornyness isn't something new at all.

"I mean, maybe, but it's also the fact of finally it only being me and you and that your ass looks so good on those shorts"

You are deep in thought for a moment, locating your brothers in your bedrooms, parents still out, you wonder if the sound of the bed creaking will be heard from the outside.

A big hand rubbing on your tummy and going lower takes you out from your thoughts, you look back at him, looking so smug as his hand teases you over the thin piece of fabric.

"Wow, can't even go a week without fucking, can you, Mbappe?"

"You are telling me you don't want this?" he is in, fingers hovering your clit, he can feel how wet you are"

"Never said that"

"Good" he concludes, fingers forming circles, another reaching towards your entrance.

You are not in for foreplay tonight, it might not have been taht long since you had your boyfriend's big cock inside you, still you feel depraved of it, you reach out for your own shorts and panties, pushing both fabrics down, making him become wide eyed as you next reach for his own bulge, stimulating it up and down for a bit before taking him out from his boxers.

You are desperate, you know he will tease you for this later, but you can't seem to care as you position him in your entrance, slamming your own hips back to take him all in.

His haw is clenched, eyes tightly closed and head pushed back as he tries to not let out the loud moan coming out from his mouth at the sudden rush of pleasure.

The pace is fast from the start, pleasure having clouded both of your minds as you can't seem to find it in yourself to care for the creaking of your bed and how the frame tries to slam against the wall.

Your leg is kept up by his big hand, having you wide open as his hips piston into yours, low moans leaving him as you whine out at the feeling of being so full.

His balls hit your ass cheeks, his tip kisses your cervix, he is fucking you open, so deep, this is only but a way to fuck off the tension, the love making will have to wait till later.

It doesn't take long until you are tightening around him and milking him for all he is worth, filling you up as you lay on the bed, breathing so heavily you are afraid your hearts will come out from your chests.

His head rests on your shoulder, a small kiss to the skin of your neck as he once more hugs you closely to him.

"You think your brothers heard?"

"I honestly couldn't care less"

You say that, but you know the next morning you won't be able to look either in the eye in hopes they won't ever know what just went on in your tight twin bed.

#kylian fanfic #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #mbappe imagine #mbappe x reader #mbappe psg #mbappe #mbappe smut #psg #paris st. germain #france national team #france nt #football imagine #football player #jude bellingham #jobe bellingham

[tomatoland]

Force & Book's relationship is quintessential gardener-flower relationship

So the idea of the gardener-flower dynamic is not new. It's actually been around for awhile now and has been in media (for example, season 1 of Will & Grace, the movie "I, Tonya," Will Smith made a video called "Defining Love" talking about it, but more about this in a sec), articles, etc.

It's a concept that in every relationship or “garden,” one person is the gardener who tends and one person is the flower who gets tended to. There can also be two gardeners in a relationship, but never two flowers because then no one would care to tend to anything.

In their relationship, Force is the gardener and Book is the flower. And they understand this too. Force is Book's “Life Master,” right?

Force's efforts in the early days as the gardener of their relationship are well documented in the FB fandom. How he nurtured their relationship and connection when Book was too scared to engage during Enchante era due to a painful friend experience in college.

But it's not just nurture, love and care that the gardener provides to the flower and their relationship and this next part is where I think Force is an amazing and natural gardener with Book.

"The relationship that a gardener has with a flower is, the gardener wants the flower to be what the flower is designed to be — not what the gardener wants the flower to be. You want the flower to bloom and to blossom and to become what IT wants to be, you want it to become what God designed it to be. You’re not demanding that it become what you need it to be for your ego.” -Will Smith

Whatever Book does, Force is his Number 1 supporter.

"Geng mak" or good job/well done is the unofficial foxmochi cheer because Force is always telling Book this after he performs or speaks or even illogically when they are playing on separate teams lol.

Book's love language is words of affirmation and Force always lets Book know because he knows this. And now Book tells Force this back. And foxmochis tell them both at events and appearances.

You might think this dynamic is unfair or unbalanced to the gardener because you would think that being flower is easy. The flower just exists and receives love and attention, but these were interesting insights I read about why being the flower can actually be hard. First, you have accept that you are the flower which is not so easy to do, accepting the care and nurture being given to you. It can be scary and intimidating to do the introspection, soul searching, and cliff jumping required to be the flower. There can be this fear that what you are doing is bringing down your partner. Sound a little like someone?

To me, it makes absolute sense that ForceBook as a pairing is flourishing this year because Book is truly coming into his own as the flower Force always knew he could be.

The more confident Book becomes in his abilities, in sharing his gifts with the world, the more people will see him and come to love him, to love THEM. And as a pairing, the more successful they'll be. Their star is rising sharply and while there are a lot of people in the background who contribute to this, I have to think that Force's role as the gardener to Book's flower factors significantly.

"And, as we grow, we’ll all be called upon to do some gardening of our own. Gardening that, because we’ve experienced love and care and support from others, we’ll inevitably be better at doing ourselves."

And we're now seeing this. This year was ForceBook's first LOL Fan Fest, first international fan meetings, and GMMTV fan days where they had to give speeches. And if you watch, during ments, when Force gets emotional, Book's hand always goes to Force's shoulder IMMEDIATELY as a sign of support like "I'm here for you/ Standing with you" and this helps ground Force enough so he can continue speaking (I can't find a photo rn so accept this placeholder until). Or the story they shared where they were both nervous while prepping for their first LOL Fan Fest and Force would come around and ask Book if Book wanted a hug… because Force wanted a hug. Force's love language is physical touch by the way if you couldn’t tell lol.

Or when they're doing an event or press and Force is tired or not feeling 100, Book will be MORE that day for the both of them or he'll check in on Force during interviews or press.

This unspoken dialogue and understanding they have between each other is really beautiful.

Force, I would say is still the primary gardener of their relationship, but now he doesn't always have to be. They can take turns supporting each other to be the best versions of themselves. And I love that for them.

eng trans from happyduckie_, CreamsicleBlair, ceci9697, khenhsdiary, minty_licious; articles 1 2 3 "Defining Love"

#forcebook #force jiratchapong #book kasidet #kasibook #fforce #mjtag #rumtumtag #<- if you're interested in reading

[loserdiaz]

16. someone's pulling a gun and you're jumping in the middle of it

If it sparks joy ☺️❤️

so i was in an angsty mood, hope you like it <3

They weren't at a call, they weren't supposed to face danger that day.

It's all Buck can think about as he stares down the barrel of a gun.

It's their day off and Buck had plans, alright? This was supposed to be the perfect day.

The perfect first date.

The restaurant is really fancy, with the most expensive wine that Buck has ever seen and all the tables looked like straight out of a historical movie or some shit like that. The menu is full of weird names, half of which Buck can't even pronounce.

But it's his first date with Eddie and he wants it to be just perfect. A night neither of them would ever forget.

He wants to show Eddie he made the right choice when he gave Buck a chance.

There's classic music playing in the background, the sound of piano and violins floating through the air and making Buck relax in his seat.

And then— there's a loud crash, one of the windows at the front of the restaurant breaking and pieces of glass flying everywhere.

For a second, Buck doesn't know what's going on. For a second he's just confused.

And then—

"Nobody move! I said nobody fucking move! A man in a mask is carrying a gun. His movements are erratic and fast, almost maniac.

Buck's heart clenches inside his heart.

Eddie makes a sound and then he's standing up. Because of course he is, Buck thinks— remembers the way Eddie didn't even flinch that time they were taken hostages by the prison guy.

"Eddie." He mutters, as low as he can as to not catch any unwanted attention.

It doesn't work.

"I said nobody fucking move!" The man yells and Buck— Buck watches as the gun is pointed towards Eddie.

The sense of deja vu pooling in his stomach is sickening and he wants to throw up.

No.

Not again.

Buck moves before he can think twice about it, jumping over the table and placing his body in front of Eddie's, like some kind of human armor.

There's a loud gunshot, but the choked desperate sound that Eddie makes on the back of his throat might be even louder.

Buck feels himself falling to the ground and then Eddie's face is above his.

"Evan! What did you do? What have you—" Eddie is frantic, his hands shaking and hovering above Buck's body.

He frowns.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Buck asks.

Was Eddie shot?

Please God, not again. Buck can't go through that again.

"W-what?" Eddie laughs, but it's sharp and bitter and there's not a trace of humor in it. It's hysterical if anything. "No, I wasn't shot. You got in the way of the bullet, you idiot." He choked out and he's— He's crying.

Eddie never cries.

The last time Eddie cried he was broken and on the floor, hugging a baseball bat.

That was two years ago.

"E-eddie?"

And oh.

Oh

Eddie presses down on his abdomen and Buck feels it.

"Shh, it's okay, baby. Just— Don't talk. Don't— Hold on for me." Eddie says, his voice trembling and his tears falling down his cheeks and into Buck's face.

Buck mouths something with trembling lips but no sound comes out— just a garbled noise.

Buck can taste the blood. His own blood.

Well, that's not good.

There's a lot of background noise, screams and orders being yelled but none of that matters.

If Buck dies right there, he'll do it as he stares at Eddie.

"Hold on for me, baby. Please. Please." Eddie is begging above him and Buck wants to listen to him.

But he's so tired.

A weak hand comes up and reaches for Eddie, his thumb caressing that beauty mark under his eye that Buck loves so much.

He leaves a trace of blood in its wake and that's—

He tainted Eddie.

Buck wants to apologize but he can't speak. He can't breathe.

"You have to stay awake, baby, okay?" Eddie is saying above him. "You have to hold on for me. So then you can take me on another first date— no offense but this one really fucking sucked." Eddie lets out a wet chuckle. "So we won't count this one. We'll go on another one and that one will be our first, alright? And then you'll have to take me on a second one. And a third one." Eddie says and Buck thinks that sounds like a good plan.

He likes the way Eddie thinks.

"Stay awake, Buck! Don't close your eyes." Eddie pats his cheeks a couple times and Buck's eyes flutter but he fights against uncociousness.

"W-what else?" He asks weakly, his words slurring and dragging and he's not sure if Eddie understood any of that.

But of course he did.

"W-what else?" Eddie's voice breaks but he has this small smile etched ln his face, fond and quiet and just a little sad at the edges. "Well, we'll have to let the team know about us... eventually. They all will be happy, of course. Hen will order a cake and they'll throw a ridiculous party but it'll be fun." Eddie's hand keep pressing against Buck's wound but he can barely feel it.

It doesn't really hurt.

That's really bad, isn't it?

"And then you'll move in. In a couple of months." Eddie keeps talking. "Is it too soon to talk about that? I don't think it is. We've known each other for years and this— this was inevitable, right? At least for me." Eddie's lower lip trembles. "Since the moment you shook my hand in the back of an ambulance and promised to have my back? It was a fone deal for me. I knew I would love you. I knew you would ruin me for anyone else."

Buck smiles, or at least he tries to. He's not sure if he pulls it off.

"Ditto." He rasps out, low and weak but he thinks Eddie hears it anyway by the way his eyes soften.

And then the darkness wins and Buck closes his eyes.

-

He wakes up in the back of an ambulance with his hand in between Eddie's. There's paramedics working around him but Buck doesn't care.

He keeps his eyes on Eddie.

His hair is a mess and his brown warm eyes are puffy and red around the edges. His clothes are stained red with blood and there's a trace of it on his cheek.

He looks—

Awful, Buck thinks. Eddie's skin is pale and ashen and the fluorescent lights of the ambulance aren't doing him any favors either.

And yet— it's the most beautiful thing that Buck has ever seen.

"Hey." He chokes out, the oxygen mask resting uncomfortably against his face and making forming words a little difficult.

Eddie grins, relieved and so soft, tender and adoring. "Hey."

#sooo i don't know how long this is #i just started writing lmao #anyway hope you like it! #the-likesofus #tumblr prompt #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #buddie #buddie ficlet #buddie drabble #buddie fic #angst #tw gunshot #buddie fanfic #911 fic #911 ficlet #911 fanfic #911 fanfiction #my writing #april writes

[trans-cuchulainn]

I just got to reading a translation of "The wooing of Emer" online. Why is no-one (especially the online encyclopedias) talking about the fact Emer is fomorian?

why aren't the online encyclopaedias talking about it: bc they are not that useful for medieval irish literature most of the time, tbh, being heavily simplified and reliant on secondary sources that are often themselves not particularly reliable (although there have been efforts to improve some pages inc. wikipedia pages). loads of fun details missing from them, always

why isn't anyone else talking about it: eh. probably two main reasons

there's a lot of it around. cú chulainn's got a fomorian grandma (on lug's side) and no one ever really talks about that either. it's not that big a deal. i'm sure he's not the only one; can't throw a rock around here without hitting someone with a fomorian uncle or something. there's a lot more overlap / interaction between them and the tuatha dé danann than a simple oppositional binary would suggest, and family trees get fucky in general. being related to the fomoire doesn't automatically = being fomorian yourself bc belonging and kin-groups and stuff are a bit more complicated than that

i'm pretty sure it's only mentioned in tochmarc emire and only in passing and not directly in relation to emer herself, so it's easily overlooked even if you're dealing with that text and a lot of people will be dealing with other texts. it's also only in the later, longer redaction of the text and not in the earliest one, although so are a lot of things. if the authors thought it was important as part of her heritage -- whether they saw it as a good or a bad thing -- they would bring it up more often, but TE seems to be the only one that bothers to give background information about forgall's family tree, so mostly it looks like they think it's not that relevant. (although as it is not a particular focus of mine, it's entirely possible it comes up somewhere else and i just haven't noticed)

e.g. you might expect it to come up in fled bricrenn but it doesn't

sidenote: why the fuck henderson translations "ben ind fir as dech" as "wife of the best wight" i have no idea. it's just "fer"! it's just man! why are you trying to make cú chulainn sound even weirder than usual! it's a mystery to me. other than the fact it's from 1899 and people did whatever they wanted at that point tbh

(the parenthetical explaining the meaning of "Manach" is also editorial and not in the Irish; the meaning "tricky" may be more suitable bc it might have something to do with clessa, but that's getting into my friend emmet's in-progress research so i won't delve deeper there)

also, tethra, who is supposedly forgall's uncle in TE and who is described in the text as a "king of the fomoire" is a bit of a weird one iirc and there's potentially more going on with him than that phrasing suggests, although i can't remember the details and that's getting into cath maige tuired territory, at which point you're better off asking @margridarnauds bc it's not a topic i know a huge amount about

finally i'll be honest another factor is probably that there hasn't been a huge amount written about emer as a character. there's been a lot written about texts that she's in and her function there, but less on her just like, as a person (bc medieval celtic studies is a very small field, there are a lot of texts and characters, and there hasn't been that much written about anyone really). so lots of things don't get talked about. doesn't mean they're not worth talking about. just means nobody's got around to it yet.

#i was gonna use serglige con culainn as an example of another text where it could be mentioned and isn't #but then remembered for half that text cu chulainn's wife is somebody else entirely #and it only switches to being emer in the second fragment #so any genealogical material would probably have got lost anyway #side note i am extremely Not Well right now so if any of this doesn't make sense i'm sorry i'm sick af #answered #gawrkin #tochmarc emire #ulster cycle #also sorry @margridarnauds for yeeting all CMT questions in your direction still #i continue not to know anything much about it and you are my go-to CMT-and-related-texts person #feel free to ignore all such tags tho

[msallurea]

Gurl I don't know how am I gonna get over this, I've been having an unstoppable intrusive thoughts for a while, my family was always fighting I can't sleep, opening tumblr and seeing int he news feed saying manifestation isn't real but actually is but I'm kinda triggered, idk how am I gonna handle this, I'm feel like falling apart for a while, I'm feeling tortured.

To help with intrusive thoughts, something that clears my mind is either crying til I feel better or writing everything I feel out or both at the same time. Though it's intense the clearness afterwards is rewarding. As fir fighting and not being able to sleep, if u can get noise canceling headphones and wear them or u can try what I call a tuning out exercise. As someone who maladaptive daydreams due to trauma and anxiety, this is something I do naturally when my stress is too high. What u wanna do is focus all your attention on what's going on in ur head even if u hear all the arguing in the background. If you can visualize take yourself somewhere in your mind, it can be anywhere, focus your attention entirely on making that scene either as vividly or as ideally as possible. If you can't visualize have a inner convo with yourself or focus on the black behind your eyes and imagine it swallowing you up being like a blanket of peace. When focusing on the black behind your eyes your gonna bring attention to relaxing each part of your body OR relaxing the part of your body with the most tension. For me when I've done it I focus on my heart because when I'm too stressed hy heart and stomach hurt the most. Eventually it gets to a point where you've focused on it so well that despite any noise outside of you you've already tuned it out unless of course you bring your attention back to the arguing in the background. There are side effects to this though, you could develop maladaptive daydreaming if u don't do that already, you could end up talking to yourself much more if you're the type to affirm out loud or have your inner convo out loud also you could develop being disassociate from reality. All this thing I already have on my own due to me being on schizophrenic spectrum and as a neurodivergent my escapism tendencies as u can see play a part in this. But this is why Journaling was my second option for you. When Journaling focus on everything you're writing sometimes you cam find key reoccurring things that your mind thinks and u may not even be aware of it but it gives you an idea on what you should work on mentally.

As for your manifesting issue, I'll tell you like I've told myself when I once deleted tumblr, if you're doubting manifesting because of someone else perspective and experience on it then you've already failed from the start. You're basing your manifestation experience through another person's lenses and that's why you yourself are doubting. You will never ever know if manifestation truly works if you don't apply it for yourself and not just think whether or not it works based on someone else's success or "failure"

#msallurea #law of assumption

[elminx]

On Bear

My oldest spirit friend, or at least my oldest spirit friend who I can prove was once a living spirit, is a bear that I met at a state park in the mountains.

I found him by following my nose if you get my drift. (I was a true crime nut so I thought I was going to find a person because what else smells that bad? In the woods, the answer is a bear)

I think that it was the first or second summer that my partner and I were dating. We drove up into the mountains for the gorgeous scenic vistas and decided to stop at this fir-lined state park.

That's where we met Bear.

The vultures had barely gotten to him, and they unwillingly scattered but stood by expectantly.

I've always had a thing with death. I can't walk away from it. I must lay witness.

I don't remember what I said so long ago, but judging from what I would say now, it would have been something like this:

Hello, bear. I'm so sorry, bear. I love you, bear. I hope that the next life treats you well.

Bear was the first fresh corpse that I ever found. I grew up in a hunting community so I have seen some things, but when it's game, you don't see the maggots. You don't stare into the holes where their eyes should be. You don't get to meet the vulture clean-up crews.

I was young. An adult, but very young. Nobody had taught me how to talk to the dead. I only had one living grandparent yet we did not go to visit our dead in the cemeteries.

The smell that had drawn us to bear was almost nonexistent now that we were close. I remember feeling immense grief that this beautiful animal had left our world, but also a deep knowing that it would return to the earth to someday become a part of life again. And then, something else.

Bear was still here. Bear is slow and quiet; he doesn't like to intrude. He feels a bit like hibernation. He doesn't need you to notice him.

But he does like the attention.

Both my partner and I felt bear stir that day. It was almost as if his spirit hadn't yet arisen from his corpse but in speaking his name, I awakened him. He was slow and kind. He didn't mind that he was dead. But he appreciated that we had cared enough to stop and say goodbye to him.

My partner and I talked about Bear for months afterward. Neither of us had spoken about our spirituality prior but we both had a background in working with nature and nature spirits. Mine was more geared towards witchcraft whereas they had been trained by crazy trackers at a lodge on the AT. Without mentioning it to the other, we had both experienced bear's spirit.

We decided to go back and see him.

It was late Autumn and much colder. A couple of months had passed since we had found bear and we weren't sure if we would find any remains of him. In the mountains, there are many large scavengers.

All the tall grass had turned to seed so it was much easier to find him. We found most a skull, one side of his jaw, a large section of spine (intact and not), and some small pieces that looked like they may have been part of his paw. But, more interestingly, bear was still there!

He had been waiting for us. Just like we had been waiting for him.

That's the thing about bear. He's not loud or intrusive, but if you listen for him, he makes himself known.

Bear's body had fed the forest, but Bear had nowhere to go. I don't really understand if bear asked to come home with me, or if I asked bear if he wanted to come home with me, but in some way, we both agreed that was the thing to do.

And that's how we met bear. These days, a piece of his spine lives on my altar with the remains of my cat and the ancestors. I don't "work" with bear (he sleeps most of the time), but he is a wonderful companion for cold winter days and a reminder that it's okay to slow down when you don't have anywhere you need to be.

#bears name changed to protect his autonomy #words #mine #personal #my practice #spirit work #death work #animal spirits #bear #Ursus americanus

[zoeykallus]

Hiiii! 💕 Thank you so much for taking time to write requests. I'm sure it's super overwhelming at times 💕 I know its kinda early, but how would the bad batch react to their s/o decorating the ship for the holidays even tho it's so early? I think some of their reactions would be so funny lmfao. ❤️

Aloha!

Indeed, it is. I promised myself to write at least one request every day and post it. And sometimes that just sucks the little bit of energy I have left out of me (Due to my current Circumstances). But I still love doing it and I appreciate all the inspo! 😊

It's not that early anymore, is it? 😅 Worked through a lot of stuff to get here, sorry I'm late to this party....

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Decorating The Marauder

Hunter

He's just coming back from a mission when he sees you climbing around, hanging mistletoe and other decorations in the Marauder. Hunter pauses, then rushes to you and gently grabs your hips to hold you.

"You're going to fall on your pretty head climbing around unsecured," he says reprovingly, but smiles at you as your eyes meet.

"Nonsense, I've got it covered."

At the same moment you slip and fall towards him, Hunter brakes and balances your fall, so you land softly on your feet.

With a mocking smirk, he looks at you, "You were saying?"

"It was worth it," you say with conviction.

He looks around and asks, "What are you doing anyway, Life Day decorating?"

"Yeah, looks pretty, doesn't it?"

Hunter chuckles, pulls you close and gives you a kiss.

"Very pretty. But wait until Tech sees this"

As if on cue, Tech's voice resounds through the shuttle, "What the hell happened to my ship?!"

Echo

Spreading mistletoe, decorated fir branches and other decorations, you scurry through the Marauders. The boys are also there, watching you silently.

Tech eyes you critically, but ultimately sees no real problem with the decorations, so he lets you continue, saying, "Just stay out of the engine room."

Echo watches you very intently as he cleans the joints of his prosthetic legs. When he's finished, he joins you as he sees you reaching out for a corner in which to hang a glow-in-the-dark star, but can't reach it.

He pushes a stool towards you and holds it steady so you don't fall off.

"Thank you darling," you say delightedly, kissing him on the forehead before climbing back off the stool.

"This looks very nice," Echo says with a smile "I don't think we've ever really celebrated Life Day before."

"Then it's about time" you say with conviction.

Wrecker

"What are you doing?"

You smile at Wrecker and say, "I'm decorating the ship."

Curious, he eyes you and what you're doing.

Finally, he asks, "Can I help?"

Gratefully, you look at him and say, "That would be great. Why don't you pass me that mistletoe over there?"

Wrecker does as he is told and hands you the mistletoe. Standing on the stepladder, you hang it up. Finally, you look down at Wrecker and say, "We make a good team."

He stands right next to you and says, "Now we're both standing under the mistletoe, you know what that means."

You grin at him, lean down a little bit, wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss him tenderly and lovingly.

"I like this tradition the best. We should hang more of them" he says, laughing softly.

In the background, Crosshair grumbles, "Please don't. No one wants to see you two making out all day."

Tech

Tech looks up from his reading as he notices you ghosting through the Marauders, arms full of decorations and all.

Amused, he raises his eyebrows and gently asks, "What are you doing to my ship?"

"Isn't it obvious?" you ask with a small grin, using his favorite word.

He smirks, knowing full well that you are affectionately teasing him.

Tech says, "It looks like you're decorating the Marauder for Life Day."

With a wink, you say, "Clever boy."

You try to hang mistletoe, but you're too short. Tech stands up, gently takes the mistletoe from your hand and hangs it for you.

"Did you want it there?"

With a nod, you stand on your tiptoes, Tech leans down to you, and you kiss each other under the mistletoe.

"So if it were up to me, we'd stay under the mistletoe all day," you say with a smile.

Tech's cheeks blush slightly.

"I think Hunter and the others would resent us eventually".

You laugh softly and kiss him again.

Crosshair

He eyes you critically as you wander through the shuttle and apply decorations. The toothpick in his mouth keeps moving slowly as he chews on it, but he doesn't say a word.

"Are you going to watch me wordlessly all day?" you finally ask him.

"Are you going to decorate all day?" is his counter-question.

You shrug and say, "I'll be done soon. Does the decorating bother you?

Crosshair sighs softly and says, "No, but I don't really care about it either."

Pouting a little, you look at him.

"Too bad, I put so much effort into it".

Hunter walks past you and says, "Looks great ad'ika", patting you gently on the shoulder.

When Crosshair sees how happy you are beaming at Hunter, he frowns. He hastily stands up, picks up a sprig of mistletoe that hasn't been hung yet, and comes over to you. A little startled that he is suddenly standing next to you, you look up at him.

"Where do you want this?" he asks much more gently than he spoke before.

You smile at him delightedly and point just above both of you to a vacant spot.

"Right there would look good"

Crosshair smirks, hangs up the branch, and leans in to steal a kiss. As your lips part, he says, "Parts of the decoration might be quite interesting after all"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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My Sunset 𓆉｡˚ ✧ ༉‧₊˚

Eddie Vedder x Fem!Reader

(How does one cope with a love that’s lost to the waves)

(Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing)

(Words: 1397 )

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“This next song is black.” He said running his fingers through his long wavy hair. Grabbing a fist full of the microphone he starts to sing as the strumming of guitars are heard in the background.

His voice echos through the room giving me full body chills in the front row.

I had forgotten how much I love the way his voice feels. The rasp of it almost cuts into your skin as each note passes.

“Sheets of empty canvas

Untouched sheets of clay

Where laid spread out before me

As her body once did..”

His once tightly closed eyes opened for a second. A brief second. And I could tell he knew I was here. He found my gaze and in almost an instant you could see the intensity rise in him as his eyes close once again.

“All five horizons

Revolved around her soul

As the earth to the sun”

His arms flexed as he grasped the microphone in his hands tighter. He looks up to the ceiling, his hair falling back out of his face and you could see his skin glisten. He was beautiful…. He is beautiful.

He looks back down only to meet my eyes and keep the contact for more than I was prepared for. I mean…. He’s my best friend, and the love of my life. To this day I felt bad about how that night ended. And I can tell in his eyes he’s hurt. Bad…

“Now the air I tasted and breathed….Has taken a turn”

I was almost pleading with him to look away. Give me space to breathe. To understand what he was feeling. But he didn’t. His gaze wouldn’t let go. And I deserved it. I threw us away. Whether it was intentional or not. I let him leave.

“Oh and all I taught her was everything

Oh I know she gave me all that she wore

And now my bitter hands

Chafe beneath the clouds

Of what was everything

Oh the pictures have

All been washed in black

Tattooed everything”

As he says those last words I subconsciously reach fir my forearm where are matching tattoos lay. Like a reminder. I can tell he saw the subtle reach of my hand and he looks away.

“I take a walk outside

I'm surrounded by

Some kids at play

I can feel their laughter

So why do I sear”

His words transport my mind back into that old playground on the seaside where we sat lazily on a swing set. We were sopping wet and the sun was setting.

“You should go hook up your board to the car it’s getting late.” I said but he wasn’t listening.

“Ed… Eddie what are you staring at?” I laughed awkwardly.

“You..”

“Why is there sand on my face?” I questioned.

“It’s just… you’re so beautiful. You mesmerize me.” He whispered as he leaned his swing closer to mine.

“Eddie…”

“Y/n…”

We shared are first kiss that night as the waves crashed behind us. But he’s right, I haven’t been to that swing set since. The happy kids playing around it just reminds me we’re not kids anymore. And life’s not always as beautiful as a sunset. It can be dark. And cold. And black.

“Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin

Round my head

I'm spinning

Oh, I'm spinning

How quick the sun can, drop away”

His hair swung softly as he sang with such intensity. His emotions flowed through his music into the crowds ears. It almost felt to personal. To uncomfortable. Like it was a secret you weren’t supposed to know.

“And now my bitter hands

Cradle broken glass

Of what was everything

All the pictures have

All been washed in black

Tattooed everything

All the love gone bad

Turned my world to black

Tattooed all I see

All that I am

All that I'll be, yeah”

I wish I could forget. The emotions he gives me. But I can’t. And honestly I don’t truly want to. I wish I could just redo that night. Make everything good again.

“Uh huh, uh huh, oh

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life

I know you'll be a star

In someone else’s sky

But why

Why

Why can't it be

Oh can't it be mine”

He stared straight into my eyes boring holes into them, grasping at my soul. It felt wrong. Mean even. But I know he meant it. Every word.

“Eddie I’m sorry I can’t.” I cried. My legs crossed on the bed all those months ago.

“You’re the happiest part of my life y/n. You can’t just leave me. All for what? You hate it here!” He exclaimed the tears welling up in his eyes.

“This is my life. This was our life. I can’t just drop everything for a tour. Eddie please, you have to understand.”

“No you don’t understand, God! I love you, I’ve loved you since we were 13. And you know that. I love the way your hair falls in your face when your nervous, or the way you dance around all crazy to loud music as you brush your teeth, or the way you snore when you sleep, or how you subconsciously hold your own hand when your lonely and mines not in reach. I love you and all your awkward and all your sadness and happiness. And nothing could ever change that.” Tears slowly fell down onto his cheeks.

“Eddie….”

“Don’t stay, please come with me.” He begged.

“I can’t. I’m sorry.” I said removing his grip from my waist where it once’s laid and headed for the door.

“Y/n please.” He cried as I exited the home, walking to the only place I could think of… the swing set.

I just sat and cried. Almost in shame. I mean, I was afraid. Afraid of leaving my own little town and going out into the world. It didn’t feel safe or comfortable. But you never know unless you try. I should have just gained some courage that night. And went with him.

Oh god how I wish I went with him. Nothing felt right after he left. It felt like a part of not only the town, but me went missing.

“We belong, we belong together!”

His eyes had to be pulled away from me by his own thoughts as he practically screamed into the microphone. The hot tears felt like acid on my skin as I looked at him. He was right. We belong together. Yet here I was… sitting in pain as he was up there on stage. Which felt so…… so far away.

I found him after the filming of unplugged was over. He was just standing there with a water in his hands as he fiddled with his hair. He looked so innocent. So helpless. I put a hand out to touch his shoulder.

“Eddie…” I said softly as he turned around to face me.

“You came.”

“I got your letter. I mean this was amazing, I’m so proud of you.” I smile softly trying to break the tension. But I could tell he needed the confrontation. He needed answers. So I let it happen.

“Why did you abandon me…” he asked and I was taken aback by his wording. Is that what I had done? I have never felt more awful.

“I- I was scared. Scared of life, and leaving the comfort of our town. I just wasn’t ready. But you were.” I explain and he fidgets with his fingers.

“I wish you could have explained that then. I didn’t want to make you feel scared. It’s just that big things were happening.” He says looking up at me.

“I agree, I should have been honest about what I was feeling I just, didn’t want to hold you back.”

“You weren’t a weight on my shoulder. You made me feel lighter. I just…… you still hold your own hands.” He says abruptly and I notice he’s looking and my hands which were indeed clasped. My thumb nervously rubbing the side of the other.

“What…. Oh yeah, I guess I do.” I say and we meet eyes.

“I miss you (y/n).”

“I miss you too, ed.”

“Could we try again, I just….. I miss my best friend.” He smiles bashfully.

“I’d like that.” I say and he takes me into his arms.

#Spotify #eddie vedder #pearl jam #Eddie vedder x reader #mtv unplugged #Pearl Jam mtv unplugged #Eddie vedder fluff #Eddie vedder angst

[rebeltombraider]

Sorry for the Wall of Text but hey! List of Future Fics in the works? :D 

Okay so... I've been working on SO MANY stories for a while now (plot bunnies drag me around from one to the next, through new stories, while I still work slowly on my current Ao3 fics), but decided to post a little here about everything (story wise) that's been going on with the fics being mainly worked on! 

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Plot Bunnies Currently Making Me Their Bitch: 

MCU - No Title yet, but is going to be an absolute TITAN of a story and series spanning from around 2007 pre-Iron Man 1 to Secret Invasion, with a lot of changes and a lot of additions (including Timeline event changes, Infinity War being an actual 3 to 4 month long war instead of 24hrs, PIETRO SURVIVES without Clint and the kid dying, Ultron is gonna be a far more badass boss fight with a moment of Avengers going "...Why do I hear boss music?", a handful of characters are going to be added to spice things up) and so much more! OC is gonna be Nat's kid via Red Room science (made in a lab) which will go over more in the fic (also other DNA is Yelena's, however there will be ZERO Nat x Yelena here. it will be Platonic "this is my child so i will cut a bitch if anyone hurts them" sort of parental situation. Yelena tends to be Aro/Ace in my fics being written, majority of the time, though there is an idea for an Ace!Yelena and Kate fic i have in mind, but that's for another story) - (OC -intersex afab- x Wanda Maximoff, and a lot of background pairings) - Inspired by "Smells Like Teen Spirit" version by Malia J, "Set It All Free" sang by Scarlett Johansson, and "Can't Help Falling in Love" version by Haley Reinhart 

MCU - No Title Yet, a possible series of oneshots jumping around of Venom!NonBinary!Reader, Yelena Belova, and Kate Bishop platonic besties spreading some chaos and even possibly accidentally helping couples get together - (Background Wanda x Natasha, Pietro x Steve, Sam x Bucky, Tony x Pepper, Carol x Maria Rambeau, Peter Parker x MJ, Maria Hill x Sif, Thor x Jane) - Inspired by "Oath" by Cher Lloyd ft Becky G, "Born This Way" by Lady Gaga, and "Raise Your Glass" by P!nk 

MCU - Waking Wanda - a Dark started story intro that leads to OC being reborn as Wanda Maximoff (though doesn't get flashes of memories until a young child of around 5ish and it's only enough to sort of let me give a reason for character changes Wanda will have, also no "MCU knowledge"). Story will toe the line with Dark status every so often (Wanda has very little problem being an Antihero right off the bat when around Teenage and that carries on as she ages, and has no problem literally killing to protect, more so when it comes to protecting Pietro). Sort of a test story for Darker writings, but ultimately will have a happy ending because i'm a sucker for happy endings. Technically the OC is just a placebo spark for me to change Wanda up a little for a story idea, and the OC stuff itself means very little beyond those "sparks" to induce change which will butterfly effect over time. (Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff, with background Pietro x Sam, Steve x Bucky, etc, etc) - Story was inspired by "Vicious" by Halestorm, and "Sweet but Psycho" by Ava Max 

MCU - No Title Yet, and a smaller fic (and closer to the MCU timeline of stuff, though still plenty of changes and yes, Pietro lives along with Clint and the kid here, too). Will also toe the line with Darker stuff like Waking Wanda will (i'm very fond of writing antiheroes lately...), and OC will have Animal Shapeshifting powers. OC is also a brother to Wanda and Pietro via triplets instead of twins. - (TransMale!OC x Natasha Romanoff, with background Wanda x Darcy and Pietro x Monica) - Story was inspired by "Insane" by Black Gryph0n and Baasik, and "Wrong Side of Heaven" by Five Finger Death Punch 

MCU - No Title Yet, this story will be a fic that doesn't heavily dip into fighting battles at first like the other stories, and instead will be set where Reader will end up in the MCU and steps in where possible (healing ability and also has wings, though you can hide them into a scar on your back) to try to encourage change to bring a bit less pain and suffering to our Avengers. Wanda and Natasha end up dating Reader (triad poly) during Civil War era (bigger changes here, and yes, Reader saves Pietro, there is deff a pattern here for me, i think) after Reader sort of gets pulled in via sticking around after Lagos to heal any wounded (Wanda yeets Rumlow a little more viciously so it clears it just enough to only cause a little bit of roof damage) - Wanda x Natasha x Female Reader - Inspired by "If Today Was Your Last Day" by Nickelback, and "Soldier" by Gavin DeGraw 

MCU - No Title Yet, possibly a small series of oneshots about Wanda and Reader being a Soft!Couple, but also has Wanda and Vision being besties, and Reader and Natasha being besties. Literally just a "feel good" series - Wanda x Female Reader (Reader and Nat being Platonic besties, while Wanda and Vision being Platonic besties) - Inspired by "You and Me" by Plain White T's, and "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves

MCU - No Title Yet, set after Endgame. Natasha comes back via Steve's stone exchange, but she's not really healed from it. Scars, recovering from broken bones, and honestly feels lost. While Clint is dealing with Kate stuff (Yelena goes to help him at Natasha's request, and because she's become fond of him like an older brother as well), Natasha meets Southern!Reader who is a friend of Laura's, visiting from Texas (was also a Marine). Reader and Natasha are a bit awkward at first (Natasha because she's still recovering and unsteady from retiring, thus not really sure what she wants to do now, and Reader due to just being a shy awkward person who still doesn't really understand how people "people"). The two end up helping each other. Natasha helping Reader with moments of night terrors spawned from PTSD of war/battles against other humans and other skirmishes with Thanos' army during the blip era. Reader helps Natasha stop pushing herself so hard during her recovery (physical and mental), and start to stop and just breathe, along with the fear of a truly unknown future. - Natasha x Autistic!Female Reader - Inspired by "Stuck In a Moment You Can't Get Out Of" sang by Scarlet Johansson, "Rise Up" by Andra Day, "Shatter Me" by Lindsey Stirling ft Lzzy Hale, and "All I Know So Far" by P!nk 

MCU - No Title Yet. IM SO WEAK for Vera Farminga that it's unreal (dare i say Wanda Maximoff levels)?! That held my existence hostage and spawned this one here, of Eleanor Bishop x Reader. Reader is gonna be Wanda and Pietro's slightly older sibling (Marvel can pry Pietro's survival from my cold, dead hands) and has powers much like Magneto of the X-Men movies, but also cannot be harmed by metal objects, and has a resistance (read: resistance, not immunity) to more extreme cold and hot temperatures, as well as the abilities extending to Vibranium.

Conjuring Universe - No Title Yet. read above about weakness, RIP. Anyway, Reader will be Ed's sister who portrays a masculine build/clothing (and yes, binder! inc history research of binders and what was common and uncommon in that time era). Will happen around the main 3 Conjuring movies, as well as dabbling in The Nun 2 post credits scene (and extended), and the Curse of La Llorona getting a lil bit of a rewrite. 

#Wanda Maximoff x Original Character #yelena belova and kate bishop and venom!reader platonic #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #trans male!OC x natasha romanoff #wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x autistic!reader #eleanor bishop x reader #lorraine warren x reader #wanda maximoff x autistic!reader

[displacer-beasts]

when did Nico realize he had feelings for Lorath? was it a sudden reailzation, did it grow gradually? or in some other way?

So, I imagine that Nico was physically attracted to Lorath early on (he's got a thing for older men - Lyndon in Backwater flustered him so much). I mentioned this before but like to imagine them having interacted a bit before the game campaign starts. Nico stumbled upon the cabin during his travels, became fascinated with this strange hermit man (with so many books!), and decided he was curious enough that he returned with alcohol as a bribe and thats how he got Lorath to talk about the origins of the Eternal Conflict.

In fact, he was on his way to visit Lorath when he stopped at Nevesk due to the blizzard and ended up offering to help the villagers with the demon in the ruins.

Nico made a sexual advance early on in their acquaintanceship and here's where I have two different versions of how their story goes.

There's the more canon compliant version where Lorath rejects him, Nico accepts it and still wants to befriend this man, then the campaign story happens and throughout they get emotionally closer together.

Or there's my favorite version where in a moment of loneliness Lorath gives in and they sleep together a few times (but in an entirely 'no romantic feelings' attached way its too late nico already caught feelings), and THEN the Blood of Lilith stuff happens. And then they're traveling together but Lorath feels shame and guilt for letting it happen in the first place and just throws himself into the quest to stop Lilith.

(And also, he doesn't know what effect Lilith's Blood might have on Nico - will it corrupt him? is it already corrupting him? what does he really know about this man anyway other than a handful of nights together? Better to stop this now before things get complicated. Well... more complicated.)

So there's this sort of push and pull between them in the background of the campaign where Lorath is trying to run from his feelings focusing on stopping Lilith (and Nico agrees! It's vital that she's stopped but he would also like at least talk about their relationship at some point). But he also can't quite help himself after some of the more emotionally painful parts of the campaign (finding out about Elias, Taissa being used to summon Andariel, etc) where he can't help his entirely too-human need for comfort and they fall into bed together again.

They have a messy fight after the Tree of Whispers deal (especially with how unnecessary that deal was in the end. Rathma's prophecy already connected the gate to hell with a desert jewel (Caldeum - the jewel of the desert) and Inarius' troops already knew the location and were marching there. They just needed to follow them. They could have made a reasonable guess with time but Lorath was driven to making an impulsive and desperate deal bc Elias accused him of being a coward) and essentially break up just before descending into Hell.

Hell is, well, Hell. And Lorath has a realization/finally admitting his feelings to himself moment when he's alone, and Donan's dead, and he knows Nico and Neyrelle are facing Lilith alone and he admits how terrified he is that Nico might die thinking that Lorath didn't care.

And then there's a scene at that church (where they go to meet Neyrelle but she doesn't appear) where for the first time Lorath initiates an affectionate gesture (pull him in to rest their foreheads together) and admits they need to talk.

They do confess their feelings and get some time together (while Lorath writes his book), before they have to be separated again as Lorath goes to follow where Neyrelle and Mephisto went (as implied in the book) and Nico dedicates himself to fixing Sanctuary one side quest at a time.

I do have a fic of them I'm working on (well, a bunch of disconnected scenes that need to be wrangled together) that I might eventually finish if my ADHD lets me. I'm hoping to replay the campaign with Nico again in the first Season, and that will help inspire me to write things out in a chronological order.

#Nico the rogue #lorath #man this went way longer than i intended #but it meant i got to talk about my boy and his relationship w lorath #thank you so much for asking #it felt so great to write about them

[lunaekalenda]

OK HI UH FIR THE 50 KISSES THING (that is, if you write fir him) CAN I GETT A #1 WITH AETHER FROM GENSHIN???

IF YOU DONT WRITE FOR HIM YIU COULD JUST IGNIRE THIS BUT JSHDJDDJ IF YOU DO ACTUALLY WRITE THIS THANK YOYJSBDN

SURELY! thanks for asking!

1. Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

You only needed to look at the sky to know Aether was on the terrace. He specially liked nights like this, when the sky is clear and the stars illuminate the city of Mondstadt, under his feet. Opening the terrace's crystal door, you found Aether sitting on the edge, legs hanging from the floor, with the city as a background. It was his favorite place of your home, and he let you know it since you two searched a quiet house to move.

Every night like this, it's normal for him to leave to the terrace, without wanting to wake you up, and he takes his time outside. He thinks about his country, about his sister and the goddess that took everything away from him. Even when his worst nightmares make him stay awake all night, he doesn't want to wake you as well. He firmly believes you shouldn't worry for him, because you're way more than he deserves.

And you try hard to make him believe that's not true. That he deserves all the good things the world can give to him. He deserves all the caresses, the kisses, the good words and the hugs he's so scared to receive. And, little by little, you're making him believe it.

Even when you walk as soft as you can, Aether looks at his back, finding you, barefoot and covered with a blanket. Taking a seat by his side, you pass half of the soft cover above his body, avoiding him to catch cold. He smiles softly.

"Sorry for waking you." he whispers. You shake your head with a smile.

"You didn't. I just noticed you weren't in bed."

Silence is comfortable as you both share a blanket and look at the sky, arms so close they touch and legs casually tangling from time to time. You won't push him to talk, but remind him he has you there if he needs to talk.

"I just... I miss Lumi." he says. You heart breaks a little more. He has searched his sister for years, and he's still unable to get her. Your hand sneaks quietly up, taking his cheek, making him look at you.

"Have faith, Aether." you whisper. He sighs, and his face moves towards your touch, wanting more. Silence is still between you two.

"I'm alway grateful for having you by my side." he says, low tone while he fixes his eyes on yours. "You're way more than I deserve."

Taking his face with both hands, you put your face closer until your lips touch his forehead. "You don't. You're amazing, Aether." Parting, your lips kiss each of his eyelids, softly. "You're strong, both physical and mentally strong." Your lips move to his cheek. "You're sweet." The other cheek. "You always know how to make me smile." His nose bridge. "You care deeply for your loved ones." Your lips press slowly against his jaw. "You're the most wonderful boy I've ever meet." Finally, your lips find his. "I love you so much, you can't even imagine." as you press a kiss on his mouth, Aether's cheeks blush because of the beautiful words you've said to him. Once you part, your boyfriend smiles towards you, taking your face as well.

"Let's see who can win covering the other's face with kisses and compliments." his tone is competitive, but his smile is so true and full of admiration and love you can't do anything more than receive his hundreds of kisses under the stars, as you share love and reassuring words to the other.

50 types of kisses

#aether x reader #aether x you #aether x y/n #aether fluff #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader

[scorchieart]

Hi there I hope so much not to bother you Like I had a random though I wanted to share with you, I found quite a match between some ikepri vibes and disney sngs I think may suit them, of course I can be wrong feel free to give me your opinion :D for Leon from Hercules the song from zero to hero while for Clavis from Encanto the song waiting for a miracle, like i do not know but so far he has give me this impression still Hope to not have bothere you have a wonderful day and takecare of your firs

You must understand that you are the complete opposite of a bother, Julie <3

This is a fun discussion. I can totally get where you're coming from with the Leon -- Hercules comparison, he is rather heroic and I can definitely imagine Rhodolite making ad campaigns out of him and his award-winning smile. And "Zero to Hero" is a very appropriate choice considering his background. "I Can Go the Distance" works with him as well because he's always looking up at the sky~

In the case of Leon though, I'd turn this discussion over to @leonscape for a more in-depth analysis as I'm sure she would be more suited to comment on this.

Now for Clavis, oh yes he is definitely the Mirabel of the family, with Chevalier his untouchably perfect Isabella. He may claim to wait for a miracle to make him be noticed, but he's the one working hard every day in the background to make that miracle a reality himself. (Plus I can totally imagine him embroidering his clothes with his name and little doodles just like Mirabel does, how adorable!)

And to add on, perhaps a little off topic, but I was watching Toy Story 2 this weekend (the best one in my opinion, but that's besides the point) and I couldn't help but think of Clavis when the song "When She Loved Me" came on. I can't help it, the lyrics just fit too well with... well if you know, you know. If I talk anymore, I will start to cry.

Thank you for the tantalizing discussion. I hope you have a lovely day as well, my dear.

#ask scorchie #ikemen prince #leon dompteur #clavis lelouch #disney #contemplations and speculations

[heynowisavedyouright]

yea id appreciate a desc if u dont mind. the chances of me getting through that vod anytime soon is near zero T_T

well ba$ically what happen$ i$ ( thinking emoji ) tldr back$tory i$ pangi i$ fighting it out with another group for being the King tm of $pawn , red i$ on hi$ $ide , a$h i$ playing all $ide$ . in the fir$t half when pangi mute$ in their group$ vc and ha$ a long conver$ation with zam , who$ the leader of the oppo$ition , the group keep$ running around the ca$tle zam and pangi are in , and red comment$ " why can't he and a$h have a moment like thi$ " two or three time$ . hey king i$ that where the comfort *** $tream root$ grow from-

then they have a preliminary fight ( zam & vitala$y & $ubz & ... dont remember , although if it Wa$ anyone it wa$ probably mapicc n ro v$ pangi & red & woogie & a$h & vortex ; with $poke running in the background doing Hell Know$ What ) before The Main Actual Fight For The Crown ( which a$h doe$nt take part in ) and a$h $imply put$ fighting $ubz a$ hi$ only objective , $ince it$ not like he agree$ with the team$ goal$ ( tf when wildcard ) , but $ubz Had wronged him . then , after $aying that for . four i believe . time$ he panic$ becau$e ( while pangi being in a tough $pot he did Not care about in the $lighte$t . and the whole oppo$ition Wa$ after him ) he panic$ becau$e Okay But Theyre Going After Red Doe$ He Need Help woah ju$t checked i have a Lot of clip$ from that part . anyway a$h then keep$ going with hi$ " im not really fighting anyone , ju$t $ubz " $htick , while red get$ into a 2v1 with vi and $ubz when he$ clearly $tated thi$ fight he$ not good with tho$e . $o he keep$ a$king a$h to help , a$h eventually Doe$ . after the fight , mo$t of pangi$ group get back together and di$cu$$ it , and admit how utterly unhelpful a$h wa$ overall and that he wa$ literally ju$t a $py for the oppo$ition. Or playing on hi$ own $ide . LOL

#feltixanswers #anon handle #HEY ANON AND HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE COMFORT *** $TREAM- #okay lemme just #swagdoons #yeah that$ about right

[fatimaah]

sunny Saturday

I wonder if the last days of school will feel the same, will we sit like this, will the teachers remind us of adulthood chasing, will the open window let the sun rays in, will the curtains danse with the wind making everything look cinematic, will my friends be late to school?

It was hot today, we went to a university nearby where some event was going on today.

While walking Fir was trying to memorize her biology stuff (I swear if I was her, I wouldn't be her like there's no way I will do me like that, I'm not a selfhater), anyway I was just singing songs in my head and walking with her until we came to the university.

I persuaded fir to stay outside because there was a huge crowd inside that it seemed like the oxygen is about to end. We stayed there a bit as she was telling me about some trees or whatever. and omg there was a gurl right in front of us and SHE HAD SUCH A COOL FUCKING STYLE OMG I CAN'T I really wanted to talk to her or at least tell her she looks so frickin cool. But she left haha.

Then we were fangirling over flowers and spring with firuza until we saw kamilla, later me and kmll went inside and thrifted some cool thingies universities were giving away and I love this newspaper pencil ♡

When we returned back we put some videos(song lyrics) at class and chilled there with girls. Frz and kmll are two TikTok addicts and I was sitting with both of them while changing my focus from one phone screen to another (I like it).

I love how it was so sunny and right now it's raining and there's a thunder outside. There's just something about thunders, they are so loud but when they come with the sound of rain in the background they sound soothing. I used to be afraid of rain when I was little because I watched a lot of movies about flood and I was always scared of floods. I still am actually. I can't believe that all we have can one day (God have mercy on us) just be wiped out by fire or water or wind...or bomb. Hate the idea of losing everything.

these days I'm thinking about money that I have.... it's around $170 in total. I can spend it on so many things but...more and more, everyday, I want to donate every single dollar to Palestine or Congo, or Sudan.... I can't stop thinking about it

I feel like if I don't do it right now and spend my money on some food or yarn or books or whatever, I feel like...I will betray myself, I know if I don't do this I will feel bad and will want to die. If I don't do it, I will be ashamed of existing.

It's not a big deal if I won't buy more yarn, if I will read online books, if I won't hang out with my friends. For the sake of people who can't even afford seeing their loved ones alive, for the sake of people who don't have a roof above their head, nor do they have food, nor do they have water...

Only faith, I swear those people only have faith.

I will do it, I am not able to ignore such things.

April 20, 2024

#thoughts

[unionize-aromantically]

a simple translation for privatisert barnål by resirkulert. (a political song, I will provide short explanations for the political parties referenced in the footnotes)

first, a translation I can't do afaik: "barnål" means the "needles" (leaf equivalents) of Pinales trees (which includes: Araucaria, cedar, celery-pine, cypress, fir, juniper, kauri, larch, pine, redwood, spruce, and yew, according to Wikipedia, version 14. Dec 20:10 to 15. dec 17:43 and maybe further).

another note is that I'm pretty sure some parts were just written wrong in the lyric transcript, cause multiple lines weren't coherent sentences so I wasn't true to that.

[lyrics start]

Straight to the point with a lawyer

I have a quote, you probably vote pirate¹

demonstrate and respond to Karl Johan² against the state decision

React against the self-important and they look down on citizens like you

Bureaucrats everywhere and the serious talk puts me off

[instrumental]

The wave of right-wing politics pushes me further left than I need

Everything is covered in soot, blue and green³ and all the time the conversation is about money

Everything you hear around is a loud voice influenced⁴ by a discussion

And I'm starting to wonder if the whole parliament has become an illusion

[instrumental]

[chorus: With barnål and sewing thread, I am sewing myself in place, With barnål and sewing thread, I sew myself in place ]

[instrumental]

When we hit the streets, everything is financed privately

and on every corner there is a person who has been discriminated against

Norway will become a country where praise⁵ should feel registered

And I met a man in the street, he had unfortunately been privatized

[chorus x 4]

[lyrics end]

ok so the footnotes:

"voting pirate" probably refers to voting for the pirate party, which is a real party in Norway (even getting 0.1% of votes in the national election), want to make online piracy easier I think the name is from. They basically believe in a right to knowledge and lack of surveillance. In 2023 they changed their name to "the innovation and technology party". (source: SNL.no, itpartiet.no, no.m.wikipedia.org, en.m.wikipeia.org). It could also mean something else, I'm not the only song interpreter, but yeah, some cultural context I figured may be relevant.

Karl Johan (-s gate / 's street) is the street in Oslo, the capital, where the parliament (Storting) building is.

for this footnote I've interpreted "covered in soot" as a metaphor, considering Norway doesn't have coal power afaik. But this is about the criticism of "blue and green". both the green Senterparti (centre party), the blue-green color Venstre (left party (although they're actually right wing libertarians, pro privatization though pro queer) and the blue parties (all the right-wing ones) are for privatization. A notable exception here is mdg (The Environment Party The Green) who are leftists (criticized for dividing would-be Red Party (the furthest left with any power) voters) , but use the color green. (disclaimer that this is a politics summary and thus people have strongly varied perceptions of them, the parties vary locally (I'm not checking 10 k + communes), and I don't have any academic background in politics).

it feels weird to translate "å prege" as to influence, but it sorta does mean that. You could also say "informed by", "impacted by" and such. "his voice was [prega] by fear" means "his voice was full of fear".

I translated "annerkjennelse" as praise because of context, I assume it's about money, and basically praise = money being the message. But technically it means "recognition" (primarily), or "popularity", "acceptance ", "respect", "esteem" or "praise".

#ink.post #ink translates #musicblogging #translation

[tehamelie]

So Ken drives a bus. The number 9 bus through the southern district in the big city, in particular. Eight hours a day, every day. He likes it. He likes having a fair, steady union job (and handsome comp pay for the weekend shift), he likes meeting the passengers (mostly) and helping them get where they need to be, and a part deep in his soul gets satisfaction by doing the same thing over and over.

It's his way of getting to know the world. Ken knows it's just a small piece of an unimaginably large world, but he knows that piece so well it's like magic. After ten years on the job he knows his bus, knows when to fill up the tires and the oil, knows the slightest change in the machinery that alerts him it's time to inspect the vehicle. He knows his regulars, he's trained Jake, a big man who likes to sit by the door, to prepare the wheelchair ramp when Gloria gets on board, with just a thumbs up in the overhead mirror.

Only, there's Monster. On the three o clock, four afternoons a week, she steps through the front door, past Ken and the ticket machine, and growls "Monster don't pay," and rides all the way to the terminal. She never bothers anyone, she's the first to give up her seat if someone looks like they need it, and there's no regulations against being a terrifying spiky-shadow-slither creature with smoldering red coals for eyes, so Ken doesn't know what to do.

Of course there's no harm in it. But in Ken's world, you can't make exceptions to the rules. Nobody's above the law. And all the same just the idea of speaking to Monster gives him a mild panic attack, let alone calling her out in front of everyone.

But one Monday night, sleepless in bed, with the words "Monster don't pay" echoing all through his skull, Ken decides he's had enough. He's got no dignity, no confidence, but it has to be possible to earn those things. To learn them.

So Ken goes to school. He cuts down on hours, six hours a day six days a week, to free up the time. He takes courses on business management, project management, teaching; just probing, trying to learn how to learn what he needs. It works, indirectly: One very, very early Sunday morning he goes to a bar with some classmates after night school, he tells them of his troubles and there's Julia asking is he's thought about martial arts.

So Ken starts studying Judo under Julia. She instructs a beginner class on Sundays, all day, and - Ken loves her for this - she instructs him privately every single evening she's free. She says she's found some kind of calling, training him to fight monsters.

Ken and Julia are never lovers, of course. But by the time he's ready for more advanced instruction than she can give they are everything else to each other.

And he advances, slowly, step by step. He's devoted to his training, the day job becomes almost pure routine in the background as he learns discipline and balance and control, builds up core strength and reaction speed and hands of steel.

He even takes time off work to compete. He wins about half the time, because he fights opponents of equal skill. There's always a stronger master, always, always. Winning isn't the point; learning is. He advances in his grades faster than most, but it's still slow progress. The Japanese character for "Dan," he learns, means "to carve steps up a stone cliff," and that's how much work it takes to advance.

But Ken is motivated. And he does learn. He learns the limits of his body and how to push against them, he learns alertness, readiness. To be prepared to fight for real and to be happy if it never, ever happens.

And he notices, belatedly, at some point he's started walking differently. He remembers scurrying, flinching, hesitating. Always worrying about getting in people's way, worrying how he looks to them. But now he walks with casual, yes, confidence. He's aware of all the movement around him on the street, he knows where he's going ten steps in advance, and he walks with a straight back, putting his feet down toes first.

Ken has become a warrior.

He's ready the next time Monster gets on the three o' clock and growls, in her monster voice, 'Monster don't pay."

In a split second Ken steels himself, ignoring the falling sensation below his stomach, and he pitches his voice perfectly, steady, assertive, sharp enough so the whole bus can hear it, but without being loud or aggressive. (He's practiced his line ten thousand times.) He says, "And why doesn't Monster pay for her fare like everyone else?"

Monster flinches with her whole body, it seems, stopping on the spot and squirming into herself. Or she's just reaching into her pocket. In a moment she produces a piece of plastic and says, "Monster has month card."

#jokes #i heard this once like 25 years ago #monster