#it feels like it belongs in a musical /pos

[sfsolstice]

#boys go to jupiter #lovers always lose #Spotify #solstice shares #🎵 #one thing about finding music on tiktok #is that there are SO many gems on there #the other thing is that you find a song so obscure and unknown that NO ONE has the lyrics to it #:'') #anyways this one deserves a listen #it feels like it belongs in a musical /pos

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

Forcing musical Erik to watch himself in the mirror as you touch him telling him how pretty he is how much you love him

I feel like the flames of hell are burning my face every time I read this-/pos

Should be noted that Erik uses an absolute abomination of mashup of what perspective he refers to himself in. (Changes from Erik to I, and from me to he, Etc.) Becomes especially noticeable the more he gets fucked out.

In truth, there wasn’t much that Erik could do to set you off, and even then he did his best to avoid performing acts that he thought would even slightly upset you, too obsessed with keeping his place as your good boy to try and perform any underhanded tactics that would earn him punishment. Sure, often occasionally you had to persuade Erik with kisses and soft touches to not kill anyone who glanced your way, (anytime he succeeded lost him all contact with you for a week which was enough for him to never kill unless he deemed it absolutely necessary,) but other than the occasional murder, Erik never truly upset you! Well, actually, there was one thing that never failed to shake you that Erik was quite guilty of, and that was that Erik seemed to constantly say horrendous things about himself, specifically his appearance.

Now, you would be the first to admit that Erik’s face was not unblemished, but you had made it clear to Erik many times how you thought he was handsome in his own right, how no matter what he would always belong to you and be your babydoll. You had also warned Erik two days ago that the next time he said such negative things about himself that you would take matters into your own hands, not necessarily that you would punish him, but you would be giving him a ‘correctional lesson’.

Of course, Erik had only managed to make it to this evening without making scorching comments in regards to his face.

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Currently Erik was sobbing on top off you into your neck, his white half mask and wig having been knocked off his being as he burrowed himself into the crook of your shoulder.

“Maman, Erik doesn’t deserve your love! This lowly beast and his hideousness doesn’t deserve you! But I need you! You are all Erik needs, my angel, my beautiful, perfect, (Y/N)! And-and yet, I don’t deserve you! My horrid face taints your flawless being! But please, don’t leave your poor beast! Stay with me, maman, please!”

You weren’t really sure what had got Erik to this point, pleading with you as though you planned to leave him that very moment and never return. Thinking back to earlier, the only clue that something was off was before you made your presence known to Erik, he had been positively slamming his organ keys with a fury very few could ever feel. And yet still, as soon as he realized you were there he threw himself at your feet, bawling like a sinner trying to repent before their god. Of course his sudden movement had startled you, throwing you off balance and making you fall to the floor a few feet away from Erik. The disfigured man hadn’t even bothered to pick himself up to carry himself the rest of the way to you, instead opting to drag himself along the cold floor until he could curl up in your embrace and bury his face in your neck, blubbering about how good you were and how hideous he was, how he didn’t deserve you, which brings you to where you are now.

“Now what’s all this about, babydoll?”

Your hands instinctively went to cradle what of Erik’s head you could reach and trace lovingly over his spine, resulting in Erik wailing more and miserably sniffling.

“(Y/N), I love you! I love you so much it hurts! But you are an angel compared to this loathsome carcass of a man! A man who’s face is so twisted, his own mother couldn’t bear to look at or to love him! But Erik can’t let his (Y/N) go! He needs her! He needs her with him and for her to love him eternally! Please, love me, please! I will do anything!”

“Oh, Erik. I do love you! I love you more than anything I have ever loved before! I won’t leave you, you can trust that, and I most certainly will not stop loving you, babydoll.”

With Erik still clinging onto you like a lifeline, you somehow managed to sit up and prop yourself against a wall, Erik immediately scrambling to reposition himself into your lap. Instead of hiding his face away from you once more, Erik shakily grasped your hands with his own and brought them up to cup both of his cheeks, his tears slowly beginning to dry as your thumbs gently brush under his eyes, careful when pressing into the right side of his face.

As though noticing your cautiousness, Erik pressed your hands firmer against himself, craving any deep-pressure touch he could get from you. Slowly, gently, Erik lowered his forehead to yours and allowed himself to relax into your figure, his eyes fluttering shut as his breathing slowly started to even out.

“I love you, (Y/N)! Please, don’t ever leave me!”

It always amazed you how Erik could put such a strong plea infused with emotion into such a small whisper, without any of its tone being lost to you.

“I won’t leave you, babydoll, I promise. I love you too much to even consider it.”

That seemed to be all the go ahead Erik needed to start smothering you with kisses. They were soft and slow at first, Erik seemingly just relishing in the feeling of your lips against his, keeping you two connected for as long as he could before you both needed to breathe and pushing harder on your hands that still cupped his face to try and feel more of you. Erik seemingly could only take the soft kisses for so long before he needed more, pressing his swollen lips to yours with near bruising force, the kisses slowly becoming heated and fast paced.

Still making sure your hands were touching him, Erik removed your palms from his face and dragged them down his neck, over his chest, making sure your fingertips grazed over his ribs as he shuddered with pleasure before stopping at his hips and gently gripping your fingers so they clamped down on his body firmly, removing his digits from yours and wrapping his arms around your neck to bring himself closer to you.

Shifting himself so that his whole front was pressed snug against you, Erik parted his mouth and swiped his tongue against your lips. The instant you parted your own lips, Erik’s tongue went back into his mouth to try to coax yours into following, mentally pleading you to use the wet muscle to completely tangle with his own. The minute you complied with his silent begging, you were met with a moan so needy you almost thought Erik had cum. Tightening his arms around you, Erik let out breathy whines and worked his lips against yours with such a fevered passion you would have thought Erik was trying to merge your two beings into one. You gently pulled yourself away from him when you felt his erection rub against your stomach, chuckling as Erik let out a whimper and tried to reconnect your lips with his once more, only halting as one of your hands came up to cup his cheek again. Nudging his head into your palm like some sort of needy pet, Erik managed to get your thumb into his mouth as he peered down at you with half lidded eyes, already beginning to suck on the digit and still letting out small moans.

“Someone’s awfully eager. But…I did say that the next time my darling Erik talked so negatively about himself, I would have to give him a…little lesson.”

Taking your hand away from Erik’s face made him let out distressed whines, following after your hand until he physically couldn’t and trying to keep your thumb in his mouth for as long as possible.

“Non! Maman, I’m sorry! Erik wants to be your good boy! Don’t stop calling me your good boy! Please!”

Apparently the mere thought of losing his title as your good boy was enough to drive Erik to tears once more, his breathing becoming shallow as he looked at you with panicked eyes.

“Don’t worry babydoll, you’re still my good boy. But sometimes good boys need a little guidance, yeah?”

Slowly, Erik nodded his head in agreement. He always had adored it when you guided him! But…what if he messed up? What if you did end up not calling him a good boy? What if he was unable to pleasure you? What if-

Erik’s train of thought was cut off by your lips on his once more, a feeling of bliss overtaking his anxiety. Ending the kiss and pulling away, you spoke in a low tone.

“Alright babydoll, I’m going to give you two minutes to run to your room, strip down, and wait for me on the bed, alright? I’ll join you once the times up.”

Erik couldn’t help but steal another kiss before excitedly scurrying off to his room. Getting up once Erik was out of sight, you gently picked up his discarded mask and wig and laid them on his organ before making your way to the bathroom. Erik may have been too aroused to think about it, but since you were the one laying on the floor, your hands were probably dirty and needed to be cleaned before you touched Erik so intimately. Drying off your hands, you started to make your way to Erik.

The image that greeted you when you opened the door truly was a sight for sore eyes. Erik was sitting against the bed frame and had one of his hands upon his chest, stimulating his nipple, while the other teased the areas around his cock yet never quite actually touched it.

“Maman, maman please! Please!”

Erik was trying to keep his voice down, and with his eyes closed, you were one hundred percent certain that he was completely oblivious to your presence.

“I take it you’re ready then, sugar?”

Erik nearly jumped out of his skin at your voice suddenly echoing around his chambers, before nodding, climbing off of his bed, and stumbling towards you.

“Maman, may-may I undress you? Please? May maman’s good boy help her undress?”

“Of course, babydoll.”

Immediately Erik began to hastily remove all of the fabric from your figure until you were completely bare before him.

“M-may I t-touch you, maman? Please? Please, let me touch you! Please!”

“Yes, Erik, you can touch me.”

Swallowing nervously, Erik began to trace his fingertips all across your body, skimming over your chest, to your stomach, and over your pelvis and thighs. Pulling you into a desperate embrace, Erik placed heated kisses to your lips and began to shyly trail them down the side of your neck. Quickly getting down on his knees, Erik moved to lick at your clit and tried to nudge your legs apart so that he could actually push his tongue inside you, moaning and fluttering his eyes at both your taste and the relief at having a part of you in his mouth. However, this wasn’t about you, this was about Erik. With that thought in mind, you attempted to move away from Erik, but were halted by his hands shooting up to hold your hips in place and prevent you from moving as his tongue worked all the more feverishly inside you.

“B-babydoll, come on now, that-that’s enough of that!”

Moving your hands down to Erik’s head, you gently urged him away from yourself, careful to not press too hard into the textured skin of his right cheek. You could feel Erik press against your hands, letting out distressed whines the more you tried to take yourself away from his mouth and looking up at you with pleading eyes as he strained to keep his tongue within your vagina. After a few seconds of easing his head towards the ceiling with your hands, Erik was forced to remove his mouth from you.

“Mommy, no! Let Erik keep going! Maman, let me keep going, please!”

You could see the tears beginning to well up in Erik’s eyes as he pled with you to let him taste more of you, but you held firm.

“Not right now, babydoll. Now, I want you to be my good boy and go sit on the bed for me. I have to get something ready for our session.”

Erik reluctantly drew himself away from you and did as you asked, his malformed lips trembling as he forced back a plea for you to change your mind.

For all the time you spent exploring Erik’s underground house, you had only ever managed to find one mirror, and even then it had usually been covered with his black cloak or another material of some kind. It sat atop atop a black vanity directly across from the foot of Erik’s bed, and should you stand in front of it, you would be able to see from your mid thigh to the ceiling behind your head. However, if your calculations were correct, when sitting on the bed you should be able to see your entire body (or bodies in this case) reflected back at you.

Erik watched with a mixture of apprehension, confusion, and longing for you as you made your way over to the vanity and pulled back the velvet fabric. Laying the material across the wood, you turned around and walked back to Erik, sitting against the middle of his head frame. Immediately Erik tried to crawl over to you and sit himself in your lap to resume kissing you, but you put a quick stop to that.

“Okay babydoll, I want you to sit between my legs with your back to me and look towards the mirror. Can you do that for me, sugar?”

“B-but mommy, Erik needs kisses!”

“I’ll give you kisses, baby, but you have to listen to me first.”

Letting out small whines, Erik obeyed, slumping against you and lowering himself until his head was at the same level as yours, if not a little lower. Remembering the second half of your command, Erik looked towards the mirror and gasped at the sight before him, finally grasping what you intended it for. With his cheeks positively burning, Erik stared at his reflection and took in his dilated pupils, the way his normally puffy lips were swollen further from yours, the way his cock twitched against his stomach as your hands grazed over his sides, but the sight that really made Erik blush was the image of you sitting behind him, looking into his mirrored eyes and smirking as you ducked down and began to press kisses to his neck.

Of course, you being you, you knew exactly where where Erik’s sweet spot was; about three inches under his right ear (you’ve figured out that any of the skin close to his birth defects was highly sensitive) and about a fingers width back, and Erik absolutely adored it whenever you would nip and suck on the area. Naturally, you immediately went to attack the erogenous zone, listening to Erik’s whiny moans.

“Mommy! Mommy please! Nghh-Please!”

Pulling away, your lips were immediately captured by Erik’s, his head tilted at an angle and his hands gently gripping your thighs that caged his legs. Agonizingly slow, your hands swept over his fevered skin until you softly gripped his shaft and began to deliberately pump him up and down. Moaning into the kiss, Erik felt his eyes roll into the back of his skull as nothing but pure ecstasy began to flow through his veins and cloud his mind. As you separated your lips from Eriks, he began to pant and swiftly tucked his face into the crook of your neck. Noticing your babydoll wasn’t looking at himself, you stopped stroking him.

“M-maman! Maman, no! Don’t stop, don’t stop mommy! Please!”

“If you want mommy to keep touching you, you have to look in the mirror, baby.”

Whimpering, Erik stole a glance at his duplicate, and was rewarded with you beginning to run your hand up and down his shaft once more.

“There’s my pretty babydoll. So beautiful, just for me. You’re being such a good boy, you are my good boy.”

The fact that you could say such things with so much love and affection with everything Erik was ashamed of, everything he had been denied love because of, spread and glaring at the two of you within the reflective surface, completely wrecked him as he began to sob.

“Mommy! Mommy! Erik, aah- I-I-ngh- Erik n-needs-AAghh! I-I-I-haaAGH-M-M-O-MMY!”

“Breathe, babydoll. You’re so pretty, Erik, so handsome. Absolutely gorgeous. I love you, I wouldn’t have anyone else.”

Stroking Erik faster, you watched in the mirror as pretty little tears fell from his eyes down to his cheeks, and it wasn’t long before Erik began to thrust his hips up into your hand, rutting into your grip like a dog in heat. Erik knew he was close, and out of reflex he took his gaze away from the mirror and burrowed his face into the crook of your neck as he felt himself peak-…you-you stopped moving! Erik wailed as he pulsed and throbbed in your grip, he had been so close!

“M-maman, maman! Please, more! Erik needs-I need-I need more! Please! Erik will be so good for you, he promises, maman!”

“Good boys look in the mirror, babydoll. Are you going to look? Or do you want mommy to stop touching you?”

“I-I’ll look mommy! Erik will look! But please, keep touching me, please!”

“Good boy.”

Fisting Erik’s cock, you felt his body go completely limp against you, save for his hips still thrusting into your hand.

“Look at how pretty you look, baby. That’s it, you’re doing so good for me, babydoll.”

Erik seemingly didn’t even have the mental power to properly respond, only managing small cries of ‘maman’, ‘mommy’, and ‘please’, with the addition of a few French words you couldn’t quite catch. Speeding up, you could feel his wild pulse as he throbbed into your hand, his precum aiding in making sure you weren’t to rough with him (he probably would enjoy it as long as you were still just as loving and semi-gentle). More moans and whimpers trickled past Erik’s malformed lips as you went back to marking up his neck, still looking up often to make sure he was watching himself properly. Suddenly his noises seemed to become more urgent and high pitched, his hips bucking wildly with no pace as Erik heard himself begging for release.

“MAMAN-ngh-I-I-ahhhh! Mommy I’m cumming!”

“That’s it, babydoll, that’s it. Let it all out.”

Erik watched through tears of pleasure as he painted his stomach and chest white, a guttural cry of ecstasy escaping from somewhere deep within him. Slowly, after a few minutes, Erik’s hips stopped twitching and his breathing calmed.

“You did so good for me Erik, I’m so proud of you babydoll.”

“B-but you did not orgasm, mon ange!”

“I don’t need to! I wanted to focus on you tonight, to show you that I love you and that you shouldn’t say such horrible things about yourself! You are mine, Erik, and I will love you no matter what.”

Shakily rising to his knees and turning around, Erik gripped your hips and pulled you down until your head was resting on his pillows before laying himself on top of you, not caring about the feeling of his sperm being pressed between both of your bodies.

“Erik, come on, we’ve gotta get you cleaned up, or your sheets will get dirty.”

“I will simply wash them tomorrow, Erik needs his (Y/N) too much to care at the moment!”

“Fine, fine, fine. You’re lucky you’re so cute, babydoll.”

Blushing, Erik stole a kiss from your lips before settling back down onto your chest and tucking himself under your chin as you ran your fingers over the top of his head.

“Maman?”

“Yes, sugar?”

“Je t’aime!”

“Je t’aime, babydoll. I love you too.”

“…Maman?”

“Yes, babydoll?”

Erik appeared nervous now, unable to look up at you and tracing lines into your chest with shaking fingers.

“Maman, please let me use my mouth on you! I’ve been so good! I’ve been so good for you!”

With a sigh and a small exasperated smile on your lips, you peered down at Erik.

“You really are relentless, huh?”

“S’il vous plaît, maman!”

“Okay, fine, but you really don’t have-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Erik pressed a thankful, yet needy, kiss to your lips and ducked under the covers before he began to desperately mouth at you, happily moaning and peering up at you from between your legs with lovesick eyes.

“Oh babydoll, whatever will I do with you?”

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@sloppyzengarden

it’s 12:30 in the morning in my time zone, I’m so tired, but if I didn’t post this I was going to commit war crimes.

#erik destler x reader #erik destler smut #erik destler #yandere erik destler #yandere phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera x reader #phantom of the opera smut

[stormblessed95]

https://www.tumblr.com/stormblessed95/735173163757010944/as-a-straight-army-if-jikook-hypothetically?

*feel free to not post if you don't want to start issues 💜*

i really do want to be nice bc feeling excluded is a real thing and it sucks, and i'm hoping that this anon is actually being genuine

but hearing cishets whine (sorry but it sounds like that) about not being included in queer spaces is beyond hilarious and annoying

As a straight ARMY if Jikook (hypothetically) would ever admit they are, or were a thing, I would at once be happy for them, but at the same time get a bit jealous, coz then queer ARMY would try to gate keep them like anything.

Queer fans can be rather possessive about queer celebs I have seen. I kinda get why they would, but still..

bts has always been for for anyone and everyone, but ok 🙃🙃

i'm hoping you mean that queer army would make liking bts/jikook a "queer only" thing and not us (queer armys) protecting them when they live in a conservative HOMOPHOBIC country where they can get thrown in prison for having same sex relations during military enlistment, being an "issue".... pls tell me that's what you mean 😐

bc having to deal with kpop stans and armys (yes some of y'all are fcking disgusting pos) being homophobic and transphobic towards jimin is already hard enough while he's closeted (if he's queer/bi), i don't even want to think of how bad it'll be if/when he comes out, especially adding in the locals and gp (and when jimin is literally south korea's sweetheart....)

then with the amount of "straightkookers" and y/ns, if jk is queer/gay it's going to be BAD

and if jikook are actually dating.....

also considering we've literally just had to report and email to protect the members (jimin especially) about people being homophobic and using their (bts') country's outdated and horrible laws for enlistment to harm or hurt the members, kinda want you to stfu

Queer ARMY already say BTS just for girls, gays and theys and they are mostly joking. But if Jikook or any BTS member for that matter were to come out officially, these wont be jokes.

y'all are allowed to make thousands of straight ("his wife/girlfriend") jokes about the members, but god forbid queer people have fun

and i'm sorry but YOU (anon) are the majority here, yet you're scared queer fans are going to "bully out" the straight fans 😭😭

BTS, especially the members who come out wont be considered as those with universal appeal, but be promoted, touted as queer icons instead.

as they should 😌

also plenty of queer celebs and artists are still loved by cishet fans

Straight fans who now participate as ARMY equally with non het fans, would now become "guests in a queer space/fandom)".

EQUALLY????

the amount of times i've been attacked bc i suggest a member might be queer (not even shipping related btw), the multiple stupid ass debates surrounding like crazy, face, seven, 3D, standing next to you, and golden, and the dumbass opinions during jimin's photo folio

also queer people are "guests" in real life already

Our opinion on their style, music choice, career trajectory would be shut down as #hetopinionnotvalid.

i mean if the topic is about queer topics or issues, then letting queer people speak on that is basic human decency imo

y'all let (or you should be 🤨) poc, women, ect speak on issues that they're affected by when bts does something related to those issues, so let queer people do the same 😞

Straight BTS fans would then be likened to straight women who go to gay clubs, as interlopers who are encroaching something that doesnt belong to them.

y'all want to be oppressed so bad 💀💀

it's MUSIC, just have fun and be respectful

"Yall want to be oppressed so bad"

*cosigned* thanks for dropping in anon

#jikook #kookmin

[ninapi]

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Save me (Semi Version)

Premise: Semi never thought he would find love where his insecurities laid deep, he never thought someone so broken could be so full of love, he never thought he needed to feel loved as much until he met you.

World Count: 2173

Chapter 6: Good Ending

Youth goes by so fast, when you are younger all you want to do is to be an adult and when the time comes, there’s nothing you can do to go back to those days where things were simpler.

Things were bound to change once high school was over for the both of you.

But you got to learn that change isn’t always so bad.

Your boyfriend accepted his true nature after many sleepless nights where feelings and expectations were shared. He wanted to explore his love for music, saying you made him want to be himself, believe in himself. It didn’t matter anymore if Shirabu was a better setter or if Ushijima would go for the pro-league, they were chasing who they truly wanted to be, and he would do the same, even Tendo accepted he wanted nothing to do with the sport anymore and wanted to go into the food industry. Everything would change quickly. Accepting yourself and embracing those around you can really make an impact in your future.

Of course, his parents didn’t want him to have a lousy life as an adult, the life of a rockstar not being what they envisioned for their beloved son; so, he promised to go to university and get an actual job while also pursuing his dream. No one had to lose when he could do both and give his parents peace of mind.

As for you, you had to wait a year on your own before having to experience adulthood, but by the time Semi was out of high school you were able to go out on your own and life went pretty much on as you always wanted school to be. You got upgraded from your position and were appointed president of the student council in your last year. At first it seemed like more than you could handle, but that was just what you needed to start building that impressive resume you’ve been wanting to work on from the start.

Your last year of school was uneventful, and you were ready to move on to the next chapter of your life.

Both, you and your boyfriend were aiming for a job in your local government, hence, you got in the same university and same major, making life easier for you as he had already gone through the material given in classes and could help you understand better what was going on, making the transition not as painful as it was for others.

You would hear from your old friends from Semi from time to time, Ushijima being as famous as someone can be in the industry, was very hard to reach and you were just happy to know he was able to achieve and fulfill his dream. Not like you doubted he ever would, he’s always been the shiniest star. Tendo keeps you both up to date with the happenings of the rest of the team, face-timing with you guys often.

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Life as an adult is complicated. So much to think about, taxes, bills, supermarket sale days. But sharing your workspace with your boyfriend made you look forward to each day. Being in different sectors of the governmental chain just complimented your work-life balance to perfection and you both could still eat lunch together every day like you used to during high school, it felt nice, not everything had changed even when time doesn’t stop for anybody.

Semi’s band was actually pretty famous around the underground concert venues. They even landed a nice record deal not too long ago, though, it still feels a bit weird listening to a song in the radio that you know is about you.

He is in charge of writing all the lyrics for his band and let’s just say 99% of them are about your relationship. From sappy love songs to very deep ones about understanding and belonging; his beautiful sorrowful voice being the reason of their popularity. The fact that the five of them were pretty boys with bad boy auras being just a bonus.

Though, even if they were decently popular, he never mentioned anything about becoming a full-time artist. He had a goal and was not one to jeopardize his future over short-term fame. But he would always get dodgy when asked about this ‘goal’ of his, keeping it a secret from you for years.

You met Tōru again after years of not seeing him, he went away to Argentina to make his dreams come true and you couldn’t be prouder of him. He listened to your advice and even if it took a while, he looked like he was living his best life. You went with him and Iwaizumi to his therapy sessions and even participate in some of them for a solid year and a half until you saw a big change on him. He stopped clinging onto the past, stopped sending you messages saying he missed you at random times of the night when he felt lonely, his outbursts of temper stopped completely after a while, and you all knew he was ready to continue on his path to greatness. He came to this world to do great things and you were just happy to be a healthy part of his life like you always wished to be at last.

He called you in as soon as he came back to Japan and invited you to his match. Meeting all your friends after such a long time was incredible, you even saw Tobio there, who was very much surprised and terrified when he saw you go in the gym and hug Oikawa, all his nightmares becoming reality before his eyes, thankfully, it was a misunderstanding.

It was an awesome day, a day to remember the good old days, re-live your treasured memories with your beloved childhood friend and your at that time, loving boyfriend. It was hard getting to where you were right now, but it was all worth it.

You also saw Ushijima that day, but you were definitely not expecting getting hugged by him. He just seemed so relieved to see you were in good health and that you still remembered who he was, to be able to see that beautiful smile he still dreams about once more, he couldn't contain his own body. His adorable display of affection causing an uproar in his team and Semi to go into some sort of regression to his not so confident self once more.

He’s done all he can to be a decent adult. He went to university and graduated. Landed a good job. Has treated you nicely all these years. But what if seeing all mighty Ushiwaka sways you to his side. What if the promise of a future being the wife of a national star with a big house, kids and a dog is what you wanted? Even the prime minister wanted a selfie with him once.

His spiraling had stopped years ago. He was confident enough in what you guys had and he knows for a fact that you two built it all together, it was not all just him, you were also giving your best to keep the relationship as active and loving as it could be and you’ve done it for years, never really failing him. He should know that you wouldn’t be swayed by Japan’s volleyball sweetheart or the handsome international star that had you snuggled up his side at this very moment trying to keep you away from Ushijima, he should know where your heart really was, but he’s always been this way and needed validation.

That night Semi refused to take you to your apartment, taking a detour. He was quiet the entire time, not wanting to voice his insecurities, but unable to mask his discomfort.

“Baby, is something wrong? I haven’t seen that constipated look in your face for years. Is this about Ushijima-san?” he usually loves how well you know him but hated it just as much when it came to moments like this. “It’s nothing. I just wanted to show you something. I was actually saving this for another time, you know, not for after a 'We love (Y/N) fanclub' meet and greet day, but you know how things are with me, I get restless. So, sorry if it isn’t as big of a surprise as I had planned for it to be.”

He stopped by one of your favorite places in town. He had taken you there the first time you visited his parents’ home. It was a lovely spot up a hill where you had the best view of the sunset, a little bench overlooking the river. This spot became a staple throughout your relationship. You had your first fight there, your first heated kiss, even some of the deepest conversations you’ve had in the history of all your relationship, all have been there. Behind that little bench, across the street, there was a big European style house very much abandoned. Weeds were growing everywhere, almost consuming the house completely. You used to tease him all the time saying one day you would buy that house and restore it all on your own and would become your secret hideaway for whenever you didn’t want to see his face, but the house wasn’t even for sale, it was all teasing to see the cute pout and scowl combo you loved so dearly.

It was in bad conditions, but it wasn’t terrible, it looked almost like a fairy tale house in a secluded area of the town, but you used to go there all the time, to you it wasn’t secluded, it was ideal.

Your boyfriend was now climbing over the fence of said house, causing an alarmed squeak out of you, “Eita, what are you doing? We’ll get in troubles! This has to be private property, we can’t just go in! What if we get arrested!” you whispered-yelled, pulling on his hand as hard as you could to get him back to safety. “Oh yeah, it is private property. Though, pretty sure the owner wouldn’t mind his beautiful girlfriend going into her new house.” the gasp that left your lips was the loudest he’d ever heard, making his grin grow impossibly wider, “YOU DIDN’T!!” squealing, you jumped in his arms forgetting the fence and all, he spooned you around, planting a messy peck on your lips, “I so did.” you had to be dreaming, just when you thought this day couldn’t get any better. “But how? I didn’t even know it was for sale! And just how did you get the money for this?” running around to look for your way in, you were yelling at this point, “I’ve been saving for a while, since it is a fixer-upper it was rather cheap. And well, let’s just say, working in the government has its perks when it comes to permits and what not.” finding your way over to him, you could see his boyish smile, even a faint hint of pink dusting his handsome face, “We’ll have to work hard to make it look presentable though, seems like a lifetime project.” his words made you tackle him to the ground, kissing his very soul, “Do you like it that much?” he hasn’t laughed like this in a while, it felt great, all the negative feelings he had just minutes ago sent to oblivion and replaced by your loving kisses and giggles.

Having a stuck-up job wasn’t ideal for him but he was glad he did as he did, he was able to save the money he needed and accomplished his goal, while also having a good time with his band mates and the love of his life. He couldn’t complaint even if he wanted to, life had been good to him.

All he could think for a while was how he wanted you to be happy, how he wanted you to continue having that safe happy life you’ve both crafted over time, he wanted you to have everything you always wanted and when he saw the way you looked at the little house you were in right now he just made it his goal to get it for you secretly, he didn’t know how long it would take but he just hopped you would still be by his side when the time came, “Are you kidding me? I love it! It's even better than I thought it was!”

“So, are you willing to spend the rest of your life here with me fixing the mess of a house you wanted, garden mouse?” the implications of that question were heavier than what it looked from the outside, this was a commitment, his own way of securing a future with his one true love.

“For as long as you'd have me. Always.” sealing the promise with a never-ending kiss, the future that once was gloomy and uncertain became the brightest there was to offer for two broken souls in need of company, healing and understanding. The house was almost symbolic. Broken, fragile, needing repairs, just the way you were when you met him, just the way he was when he met you, but with nurturing love, patience and a lot of work, things shine brighter than expected with time.

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Note: there will be a surprise bonus chapter next week~ 👀 before we go into big heavy muscle mode.

Tagged babes: @dazaisfavgf, @lauraagrace

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[autisticempathydaemon]

hellooooo if the match up stuff is still open I would like to participate ^^

Song I'm hyper fixated on would be Love like you by Caleb Hyles I feel like it captures how I feel. because like I always feel so horrible about people who appreciate me, I feel so undeserving of it and how I want to be better for them

I unfortunately do not know my ennagram type but I do know my mbti that I'm unsure if it changed because I've taken the test last month the result I got is INFJ

Yes I do! alot actually, I love love love the ones that talk about issues basically anything new that happens. sometimes I also like those who go into a deep dive about artists, what the inspo for their work is, the meaning of their creations all of it.

My childhood imaginary friend was kinda weird... basically they we're a changing person, but most of the times I imagine them as a girl with short black hair a blue dress above a white long sleeved turtle neck, basically my ideal self at that time. she was really nice and loves butterflies idk why I made that up because butterflies are kinda boring to me

my go to way of falling asleep is just kinda laying there playing some music of traditional maybe boyfriend asmr on the background and hope I fall asleep sooner or later

ohhhh tricky, I would say Eris, because the name belongs to the Greek goddess of chaos and discord! daughter of Nyx also because it just sounds pretty

Milo's spring back audio where he comforts sweetheart from a panic attack. I often get those and the vid helps extremely well for them. also because of how sweetheart actually felt like they we're having a panic attack, it feels so real and comforting I love it sosososososo much

I'm gonna say... Cam, I get he sounds really nice but not exactly someone I'd say I love.

I don't really have one memorized yet but... the one I'm really close to would be... Up, my cousins love it and I do too. makes me feel sad a little and it's a really nice story

VINCENT- might be a little weird but considering all the responsibility of dating him I'd much rather be besties with him, he's fun and chill to be with and all the connections you'd get is just...

my go to ramble! a new game's story or lore maybe a webtoon sometimes, anything new I found that day that intrigued me most of the time it's a random wiki page I read

I don't have a local has station nor do I own a vehicle to go to one so imma have to pass on this one

A princesscore playlist I found, it has great classical music I play to focus, makes me feel like I'm in a ballroom dancing with the guy of my dreams

I would say true crime stuff mostly murder ones. It helps me analyze what do serial killers do and why do they do it. Also some extra murder facts I pick up that I absolutely wouldn't ever need

This entry was very interesting to me /pos I had inklings, I had leanings, I was percolating, but what really got me thinking was your difficulty with being appreciated and how Sam Collins would nip that shit in the bud.

Sam is an aggressive man in notable ways- he’s quiet but he’s not subdued, you feel me? He can be polite and introverted, but he wouldn’t entertain something that doesn’t make sense or devalues the people he cares about. Like, “You think you’re undeserving? What, you think me and mine don’t have the good sense to decide that on our own? That’s a load of horseshit.” He’s an aggressively loving mother hen of a friend and lover, and he would not tolerate that.

There’s also some lovely, lighter notes that make me think y’all would be cute together. Your love of true crime amuses me because I think Sam Collins hates that stuff but in a fun way. Like, he watched the Netflix documentaries with you and makes little faces the whole time, questions your sanity as affectionately as possible. Your daydreams of ballroom dancing also works in that favor because man is a Duke; he can make those dreams real at the Summit.

Song:

If I gave you my hand would you take it/ And make me the happiest man in the world/ If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without you, girl/ Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea/ Let me know if you're really a dream/ I love you so, so would you go with me

I’ve got to give you and that cowboy one of the most romantic country songs that’s ever been sung; I just gotta. It’s not classical, but it’s fantastic for dancing, and the sentiment of loving and staying together really hits when you think of Sam asking you to become immortal and spend forever with him.

Runner-ups:

I like Damien as a runner-up, because he and Sam would have a similar, forceful attitude about your feelings in response to being appreciated; I just think Sam would be better at tempering that attitude. Anton, I’m choosing as a runner-up mostly because I thought of him being a true crime junkie and binging My Favorite Murder with you, and it tickled me pink.

note: thank you for waiting so patiently! 💕

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

[clementinatehasperdido]

My 2023 in books. Part IV

October

Big Swiss - Jen Beagin ⭐⭐⭐ 3/5

It is a witty, funny, very clever novel. It gives us the troop of messed-up female protagonists and I think it is very important to be able to empathize and love this type of protagonists. It is a book that you have to pick up and read at specific moments in life.

 “It takes an enormous amount of energy—and courage—to free yourself, to follow the path of transformation without abandoning yourself, without fleeing from your pain and all the loss you’ve experienced.” 

A visit from the goon squad- Jennifer Egan  ⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4/5   

I liked. It has a strange structure. It's not exactly a novel, it's several stories intertwined with each other. You live, you get old and you die. It breaks your heart a little but at the same time it's beautiful. If you like music you will also enjoy it.

“There's a fine line between thinking about somebody and thinking about not thinking about somebody, but I have the patience and the self-control to walk that line for hours - days, if I have to.”

The Candy House - Jennifer Egan ⭐⭐⭐⭐4/5

It's a difficult book to describe, it's good. They are intertwined stories. It's about technology, very black mirror. It serves as a sequel to “A visit from the goon squad” but can be read on its own. What I like about Egan is that she takes the time to give each of his characters independence. This book shows that as humans we have the need to connect with each other and I think that is beautiful.

“Who could resist the chance to revisit our memories, the majority of which we’d forgotten so completely that they seemed to belong to someone else?”

Bakkhai - Translation Anne Carson - Euripides - ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐  5/5    

I'm going to say it again... Anne Carson was born to translate Euripides. I read in a review “Anne Carson and Euripides where born for eachother” I love it. The Bacchae is a beautiful tragedy, even subversive I would say.

“Beginnings are special because most of them are fake”

The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories -Howard Phillips Lovecraft ⭐⭐⭐  3/5 

It's a reread, spooky october. Love it. I don't have much to say about it, I read it little by little before going to sleep every day to get in the mood. I would like to say that it was more transcendental for my life.

Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence - Gregory Orr ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐  5/5 

A beautiful collection of poems. It destroyed my soul. It is the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. I know the story by heart, even so every word hurt me. I loved it. I don't really read poetry, but this was a nice surprise.

“To guide someone through the halls of hell is not the same as love”

Electra- Other Version Translation by Anne Carson -  Sophocles  ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐  5/5 

Lines above I already declared my love for Anne Carson. I will declare my love for Electra by Sophocles. It is a wonderful tragedy. It shows that when injustice persists, when the laws do not work, there, within one, the most human thing that exists is born: resentment.

“As for me- what harm can do it do to die in words?”

“I live in a place of tears”

November

We Paint - Chloe Ashby ⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4/5   

So sad. Written in a very beautiful way, another book about grief. But this time it is the grief of having lost a best friend. Somehow it brought back memories of the past. Heartbreaking.

“Better to be strangers for life, she must have thought, than to pick each other apart, one long, slow day at a time.” 

On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous- Ocean Vuong ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐  5/5 

Another of my favorite books I read this year. Damn Vuong writes with immeasurable talent. Gentle but strong. At times raw but at others soft. With such detail that each word is well calculated. I shed tears all the time. It is a perfect book.

“Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined.” 

“When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?”

“I'm sorry I keep saying How are you? when I really mean Are you happy?”

Lanny - Max Porter ⭐⭐⭐⭐  4/5 

A fucking weird story. But I liked it. Max Porter has that power to leave me surprised every time. It was a quick read, I enjoyed it. It's like a fable. It reminded me of Latin American magical realism.

“False things, endings. Sustenance for fools and never what they claim to be.”

All the light we cannot see - Anthony Doerr ⭐⭐⭐  3/5

When I read it I gave it 4 stars, in retrospect I give it 3. I did enjoy it a lot. I think it does a lot, it says a lot and it's a nice story, very sad tho. But I was left with a strange feeling, as if a piece was missing. It has very descriptive and beautiful prose. 

“You know the greatest lesson of history? It’s that history is whatever the victors say it is. That’s the lesson. Whoever wins, that’s who decides the history. We act in our own self-interest. Of course we do. Name me a person or a nation who does not. The trick is figuring out where your interests are.” 

When all is said - Anne Griffin⭐⭐⭐⭐  4/5 

Another sad but intricate book. Precious. It is narrated by a dying man who decides to talk to five important people in his life. Full of regrets and reproaches, the book presents a nostalgic story. I cried. I felt it very close to my heart.

“I’m here to remember – all that I have been and all that I will never be again.”

A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐  5/5  

Is it really any surprise that this book gets a 5/5? It's Suzanne Collins, it's THG. I think Collins knows how to write about his characters very well and knows how to write what is precise. That's why there are 4 books and no more. This book is exactly what it should be, the villain origin story.

“You’ve no right to starve people, to punish them for no reason. No right to take away their life and freedom. Those are things everyone is born with, and they’re not yours for the taking. Winning a war doesn’t give you that right. Having more weapons doesn’t give you that right. Being from the Capitol doesn’t give you that right. Nothing does.” 

White nights- Fyodor Dostoevsky⭐⭐⭐⭐  4/5 

Did i had to do this to myself? No. But I did it. Depressant. It's so…heavy. White Nights is a short story, quick to read but damn it leaves you paralyzed.

“I don’t know how to be silent when my heart is speaking.” 

December

A Pale View Of The Hills - Kazuo Ishiguro ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐  5/5

Beautiful story by Ishiguro. Again, Ishiguro knows how to write stories that break your heart. It is the story of a mother and her youngest daughter who talk about the suicide of their eldest daughter. A beautiful text. Worthy of shedding tears.  

“As with a wound on one's own body, it is possible to develop an intimacy with the most disturbing of things”

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love- Raymond Carver  

Raymond Carver, terrible human being. There is no review about it for that reason. But good stories.

Cathedral-Raymond Carver  

Raymond Carver, terrible human being. There is no review about it for that reason. But good stories.

The Burning God- R.F. Kuang ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐  5/5 

The end. It destroyed me, there are no words. I closed the year with this book. It's a strange mix of relief and sadness. It is the devastation left by the acts of war but also the self-realization of what one has done. How are actions justified? It was a great closure to the saga.

“Take what you want. I’ll hate you for it. But I’ll love you forever. I can’t help but love you.” 

“It doesn’t go away. It never will. But when it hurts, lean into it. It’s so much harder to stay alive. That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to live. It means you’re brave.” 

#books #2023 #me #yo #reads #R.F. Kuang #girl #Kazuo Ishiguro #Fyodor Dostoevsky #Suzanne Collins #Anne Griffin #Max Porter #Ocean Vuong #Chloe Ashby #Jennifer Eagan

[mlobsters]

supernatural s13e14 good intentions (w. meredith glynn)

well that was a little bit of the old spn spark for a second there, with the hallucination/vision/whatever hot!zachariah was giving jack. very sweet and sad. something about the sound design and the dialogue.. of the offscreen voices of sam and dean, it had sort of a... theater feel to it? (watching with headphones and maybe a little bit high so, grain of salt) plus just the very... childlike wish fulfillment of kiddo with absent parents.

DEAN You know what? We made it, though. You, me and the kid. Finally under one roof. SAM And you know what, honestly, it doesn’t matter where he’s been. I’m just glad Jack’s back. DEAN Right, home safe. Where he belongs.

like 💔 i didn't realize they really went with this nuclear family thing straight out

also when the fake fire is happening sam and dean sound about as distressed (maybe more?) as you'll ever hear them in this show and that was distressing even knowing it couldn't be real

ZACHARIAH Yes. And not just a single one-way ticket like the prophet’s spell. This boy, he can open a rift big enough to march an army through. He has so much power. We just… have to make him use it. MICHAEL Then make him.

ok but like. why doesn't michael make his own army of nephilim? he's an archangel still right? what am i missing

i'm sorry donatello but all i can think is

the zachariah!cas sending the images of destroying the environment and wars etc to jack for proof of why humans are bad, reminds me of the fifth element?? i think? leeloo discovering all the bad parts of humanity? and then i think only will save the world? by the power of human love from bruce willis??? lol i've seen that movie a ton but it's been a long ass time

captions staying on for this screenshot 😂

this random fight scene with these random figures from the bible. and donatello being twitchy and obvious as fuck that he's clearly up to something. demon tablet not to be ingested while soulless and under asmodeus's influence?

donatello choking out dean from a distance and laughing like a loon, all righty

so now mary gets the catharsis of hearing from an unbiased source that her demon deal is what ultimately saved the world

bro. there's some bizarro music going on during this fight over donatello being soulless what is HAPPENING. jay gruska, is that you? (of course it is). ugh, if only i wasn't committed to keeping that earlier video clip 😞 (fine it's so goofy i'm adding an mp3 of it) it's tonally a mismatch to the vibe onscreen and is just super random. the horns that come in... lol. anyway.

but we're escalating up to cas whatever, trying to torture it out of him?

SAM Our plan, Dean. The spell, get mom back. Donatello’s soul is gone. That’s not just something you come back from. DEAN You did. SAM Yeah, because you convinced Death to get my soul back from the cage, but Amara ate Donatello’s soul. There’s nothing to get back. It’s gone. CASTIEL And Donatello’s already corrupted. I… perhaps the kindest thing to do would be to end his suffering. SAM What? CASTIEL I don’t like it either. But if Donatello’s life ends, then another prophet comes into being and they can finish the translation. DEAN So what, you just wanna kill him? SAM No! No killing! We just need the spell.

interesting how frantic padalecki is going with this. terrified the Plan is being wrecked yet again

CASTIEL I am going to do something that I promised I would never do to a human being without their permission. I’m gonna strip the spell from your mind. DONATELLO You—you—you—you can’t. I—I’ve absorbed too much power. Y-y-you’ll fry us both! CASTIEL I might. DONATELLO Ardeat intus— CASTIEL I’m sorry, but I’m not going to let you or anyone hurt the people I love. Not again.

well then. cas saving them from the moral quandary again. like killing billie for them

i don't even know what to say about this apocalypse world business with bobby, mary and jack. jack's just. poppin angels, ready to throw down with michael

SAM Well… guess you could say Donatello is alive. CASTIEL You told me not to kill him. DEAN Yeah, but, Cas, you turned him into… he’s brain dead. Machines keeping him breathing. What’s wrong with you? CASTIEL Nothing. SAM Cas— CASTIEL His soul was gone. He was corrupted. He was a danger to himself and to you and to all of humanity. Did you know that he was working with Asmodeus? SAM What? No. CASTIEL Not by choice, but he was. Some people just can’t be saved. DEAN Yeah, but who gets to make that choice? You? What exactly gives you the right? CASTIEL Nothing. I took it. And if I hadn’t acted, we would still be sitting around and talking about what to do next. We would be wasting time. And it’s time we don’t have, Dean. I told you, war is coming. War. And I did what soldiers do. Now we needed the spell to open the rift, and I got it. We need four major ingredients: the grace of an archangel… a fruit from the Tree of Life… the Seal of Solomon… and the blood of “a most holy man.” We find those things, we can bring everybody home. And together, we can beat Lucifer and Michael. This is the only way we win, and this is the only way we survive. It’s like you said, Dean. Whatever it takes.

i mean, surely sam and dean have made these kinds of decisions time and time again. especially when the "whatever it takes" is saving each other. but now cas can take the responsibility/blame for doing the ends justify the means thing

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 13x14 #jay gruska #spn clip #spn musical score #meredith glynn

[nerdyenby]

Blue time :D I’m watching H

Pregame

We love the confidence :))

H is hungover, this can only go well /lh

Dave 3v1!!!

Callum is MCC’s collective imaginary friend, real and true

H sounded like such an angry parent when he said Shane’s name lmao

Callum: “Hello team!!” Kara and Sausage: “Hello” Callum: “and- and others others” H and Pete: “that’s me!!” I love this pre-event practice amalgams of a group :)))

Callum telling Shane he can’t name two things Callum is better at than him and Shane just calling him handsome

This is so chaotic, I’m so happy right now you guys

Tubbo is such a menace

“I didn’t even know it was freaking March” “it’s May” “ITS MAY?!???” realest thing tubbo’s ever said lol

This call is such a mess /pos

TUBBO BANNED LMAO

Oh this team is gonna be so chill, I’m so ready

Eret being so confused about Krinios “winning” $1.5k

Ryan breaking their monitor with a controller 😭😭😭

Rocket Spleef

Them talking about how Jojo was on both the first all-women and all-spanish teams

“Who do is still need to collect?” “Collect?!? Like they’re trading cards” “They are trading cards to me” 😂😂😂

I could totally see H doing a TCG pack opening stream

“I don’t think, I just do” *immediately falls to the bottom of the map*

I agree with H saying RSR is a bad first game, it think belongs mid-event

“No one’s dead yet, I don’t like that” “I’ll be the first if you want” Ryan 😂

I actually love the compass idea so much

HOW did H die there??? Lmao

Eret movement game anti, as she should

That was a solid third round

Everyone being so happy for/proud of Ryan getting top ten :))

TGTTOSAWAF

Talking about the lack of game music “Alone with the demons in my mind” Ryan 😭

The Krinios puns are so bad /pos

“I’m gonna say it, I’m gonna say it” “Say what?” “I hate tgttos” the entire team: *surprised pikachu face*

I never wanted to hear “sexy chicken, baby” come out of Cub’s mouth, ever

Parkour Warrior

“God, I love that logo” based!!!

Philza made minecraft, real and true

Are you “I need music in my brain 24/7” adhd or “forgot music existed for two weeks once” adhd

The twitch rivals shade 😂😂😂

I too love the moving platforms but I also feel like I could cry if I was trying real hard and couldn’t get it

The absolute silence after “‘the edgy posts’ follow me on twitter” 😂

The “hi Cub… bye Cub” is sending me

“Don’t explode Ry- uh, Eret” “I’ll try not to” “I will, however, explode” Ryan 😂

“That’s my bad, guys” “What do you mean it’s your bad, it’s our bad, we both suck” Eret my beloved

Parkour Tag

Parkour tag my beloathed /aff

H did so good against lime!! He got all three in 35 seconds!!!

H’s comms are insane

I love how there’s not really a designated leader here, like H might be the default assumption but they’re really all equals in how they interact and communicate. It’s not a given that a certain person in is igl, they ask/say “ok I’m gonna take charge here” when applicable, I love them

Cub don’t know his lefts and rights /lh

17 SECONDS???? THEYRE INSANEEEEE

Cub’s jukes!!!

H getting onto Ryan for not carrying hard enough 😂

Grid Runners

I’ll say it every single time, grid runners is a freaking amazing game

Eret immediately crashing oh my lord

That was painful to watch 😬

“Sorry about that guys” “Nah, now we have fun” I love H, he’s not taking any of Eret’s apologies

Good comms :)))

Listen to Eret 😭😭😭

H misunderstanding the task and talking over everyone else, that’s my streamer /lh

Best grid runners in history lmao

NOT LAST!!! :D

Meltdown

I too would die for HBomb94, so true Ryan

Awww lime flanked

Yeah that was a solid play

Eret going through it, rip

That was such a good fight against orange

Ayyyy first place!!!!

H’s flank there was INSANE

The purple/Purpled distinction messed em up lol

One of the most fun meltdowns I’ve seen :))

Eret needs to stop beating herself up about not getting better at movement, doesn’t she have dyspraxia? They literally can’t help it

Survival Games

Ryan just wanting to sot with H :((

I was gonna say it’s impressive that they all got out of that alive and then bam

Rip

H hyping up sand keepers, as he should!!!!

Sot antis only take Ls

Sands of Time

H encouraging Walli <333

Ryan getting full on yelled at for saying they’re gonna offhand carpet 😂

I don’t like how quiet Eret’s being but I trust him

They’re all so attentive and on top of it :)))

THEYRE SO GOATED!!

“It’s the last game, Ryan, have a little fun” “okay” “Play a little risky, have fun” “okay” his freaking voice

“I trust you” “Youre good a minecraft, I believe in you boss” “really?” Ryan is peak 🥹 energy

They’re swimming in sand

RIP IT CUB!!!!

We’re having so much fun here

YOOOOOOOOOOOO

6KKKKKKKKKK

DUBFAN!!!!!!!!!!!

That felt so freaking good, I’m so happy man

Dodgebolt

They’re all so excited for red :))

People predicted blue low?? I placed them first lol

“I’ve never actually spoken to Wallibear, so I’m gonna say that I hope he’s a great guy”

The confusion over Capitan’s skin is killing me lol

“We english speakers SUCK” real

Hi Illumina :)))

H gently elbowing Cub into believing in himself lmao

Let’s all team with Illumina

They’re like kids fighting over the most popular toy

I would actually love to see a 5-player team event, it would be so fun and so scuffed if they just barely changed anything

Great vibes great times :)))

#mc championship #mcc #mcyt #mcc 31 #hbomb94 #cubfan135 #eret #krinios #nerdy’s mcc reactions

[gnirol]

officially right at about 2 months out from a music festival that i’m going to and want to look good in pics for so i’ve really got to get my shit together!!!!

i’ve been so slack this week bc my period is coming but that’s just me being Lazy and making Excuses

my best friend and i are going together but she is crazy tiny (like literally a body that belongs on a $po board) and i do not want to spend all weekend feeling like a ginormous blob next to her

i’ve gotta get serious this month.

#personal ramblings

[spacedykez]

otter i want you to listen to "in the kitchen" by mree. for your own enjoyment. its so warm and fuzzy and i think you might like it

-harbinger anon back with the music suggestionss

oh ooh it sounds like a lullaby /pos. it feels almost like it belongs in lotr, along with songs like "may it be." so soft woagh!! thank u!!

#harbinger anon #song recs #asks

[revenant-coining]

i couldve sworn i sent an ask or at least wrote a draft responding to all of this oh well KFJDSKLJ

you know i never really thought about how time works there thats so cool it sounds like in the overworld and the nether but instead of blocks its time !! :D how long do you think your dimensions time would equal to this dimensions ?? i wanna write down calculations you got me into dimensions !!

well i guess yeah you couldve just strived to find natural chaos but still i feel like its part of your job or life source to cause a little havoc . do you live off of chaos ?? and is there a difference between natural chaos and chaos you would cause ?? im glad you at least remember the emotions though that counts wee !!

DFJDJKF mood i have no idea about any type of politics other then theres a lot of discourse around it and i dont really wanna be apart of that /lh ooo but thanks for letting me know !! 

woah that is soo interesting im really glad money isnt as important because its such a big hassle tbh ?? do beings there need to eat or what did they usually pay for how come money isnt that needed ?? id love if we just used the trading system i feel like its soo much more useful what kinds of chores or quests were there if you remember ?? 

sorry if i ask things you already mentioned you cant remember btw i wanna ask if its alright to make a list of everything ive learnt about in your dimension ?? /nf

woah you are like a strong guy /neu then :D /pos [ neu is next to guy to mean that guy is used gender neutrally ] 

OH MY GOD THATS SOO COOL !!! what were the interactions between mortals and hell heaven beings ?? were they jealous or did they welcome them ?? ahh what were the humans culture too if you know ?? what kind of music did they play or did you listen to ??

ooo sounds like where the four legged spiders belonged HEHE but woah maybe thats the place where it was the torturing souls place 

ooo i love that !! sounds like it fits her very well :D is there a separate place where mortals go when they enter the afterlife ?? is that what fate does does she manage afterlife stuff ??

YEESS as he should i looove looking at minecraft builds theyre so pretty most of our headmates love playing minecraft what about you do you or have you ever played ?? and yup ill make one later today !! eee /pos

ooo thats so cool i like how you guys are like a team :D what kinds of natural disasters would happen there ?? thats so interesting were you usually collecting chaos or like you said you mostly just balance the chaos in the dimension how would you do that ?? like would you eat the chaos ??? :O that sounds like so much fun just noming and throwing yourself idk how people would feel neg about that !! /genc [ gen confusion ]

okay good because ugh please tell me more if i havent asked yet !! YEESS how could i not love learning i have stuff to learn about this earth realm but now theres more !! its all so cool and fun to learn about weee !!!

ahh yeah well do you at least enjoy being human ?? or is it at least toleratable ?? if you went back would you come visit beings here ?? ooo yeah just something that popped up me too i hoped they have the situation handled :O

YES YES YES nesting just makes the brain goo brrrr and for my tism its just yes yes yes soothing and comforting when we get enough money we wanna be able to split it up so that each main fronter can buy whatever they want !! but yeah maybe trying rolling your rs to mimic purring ?? we cant pur too and i can make rumbles myself 

WOAH WOAH WOAH you said the only one you remember was teh four legged spider right ahh that dimension sounds so cool i wanna visit some time !! are there different forms of magic like elemental magic or ?? :O 

woah as the god of chaos id assume you were made once chaos was made like arguements started i wonder if its like the god and satan thing where someone was the god of chaos before you :O

i mightve asked another question related to dimensions sorry i just really like learning about all dimensions now you got me hooked /pos !! are there any other pocket or sub dimensions you know of or is it only yours , fates , and the red dimension ??

oooo alright got it noted !!!

aww i love that im glad they make it easier to handle !! do you have any memories connected to your coping links or is it just in terms of form ?? 

- ramble anon

i'm not sure how i'd measure time here, though i could theorize that i am capable of getting energy back while in this body, and it's just taking a really long time for that to happen.

that's what i'm saying! what's a god of chaos who doesn't cause chaos? /lh if i don't have any chaos i just get really tired and sluggish. naturally caused chaos and caused by me chaos are the same, it's just the way it's caused that's different.

some beings need to eat my but all of them. i didn't need to eat but i'd do it anyway cause food is very tasty. money isn't that important cause why trade to get money to buy things when you could just trade for the thing? /lh. the quest stuff i'd usually do is foraging, i'd wander off into the wild of hell and find specific plants so others didn't have to do it themselves.

i don't mind a list of my dimension's info, feel free to make one :] /gen

i was a very strong guy /lh

i didn't interact with mortals much but there is A GUARDIAN SYSTEM!! mortals would go to magic schools and, in some cases, get a guardian. a guardian ranges from humanoids to creatures, and sometimes a heaven/hell being would be chosen. the guardian's main objective is to protect the person they're a guardian for. human culture is almost exact to this dimension human cultures, but different cause humans can use magic and stuff. they made the same genres of music this dimension has, and i'd mainly listen to any type of rock.

that's an interesting theory :o I've never considered that before

just like heaven and hell are sub-dimension, all types of afterlife were also sub-dimension. if you had a theory for what the afterlife was like, that's where you'd go when you died, if you believed in multiple you got to choose, if you didn't believe in an afterlife you would just. cease to exist, i think. and yeah Fate manages afterlife stuff as well, like making sure everyone gets to their afterlife.

i play minecraft ALL THE TIME in this world. it's on of my fav games :]

i'm consistently collecting chaos as long as it's being made, so all the time I'm getting it, but i'd also be using it often (using my tendrils uses chaos energy). i collect it by being in the same "parent" dimension it's being made in (so i still get chaos from my dimension when in sub- dimensions) and i balance it by existed, so i experience the results of to much or to little chaos so the dimension doesn't have to. noming is sooo much fun, I've had bitten all my friends, guaranteed. i guess people didn't like cause they didn't like being...surprised? but honestly i don't know /gen

being human is pretty fun, and i'm so glad there's a nonhuman community /gen, and i don't think i would've thought about my gender if i didn't have agab dysphoria from this body. if i could figure out where this dimension is after i got home i'd probably visit!

nesting is the best :] and thank you for the idea! I'll have to try that /gen

yeah there's all kinds of magic! any element or material can bu used in/as magic. my fav I've seen is controlling shadows

i was created after chaos existed, but there wasn't many beings that would be affected by the chaos being out of control yet. it wasn't until chaos was in line that species really started. mortals started existing a long while after i was made.

there's so many pocket and sub-dimensions it would be impossible to keep track, but mine, Fate's and the Red Dimension i remember the clearest /gen

yeah it helps a lot to be like 'the reason my brain isn't working is cause i'm a zombie and therefore don't have a brain' instead of freaking out about it. i don't have any memories from them, it's just the forms /gen

#long post #ramble anon #anon #🪼 asks

[jerson11242004]

MY STORY ABOUT LIFE STRUGGLE AND PROBLEM

(AUTOBIOGRAPHY)

Written by: BERNALES, JERSON U.

My name is Jerson U Bernales and i'm 19 yrs old out of ten siblings I am known as the youngest when I was young I became aware of the reality because I grew up in poverty so now I persevere in studying because of ten siblings I am the only one who studies and the others if My brother has wives who are native to Cavite. When I go to school, there are days when I feel sad because I think of my parents and my tears just fall suddenly, right now my life is home and school because I have to stay at home and do chores and sometimes extra work that if it's called Construction so that I can have my own money and not ask too much from my older brother who is sending me to school... I used to like to wander around with my friends so that I could somehow have fun but when I wander around it seems like I'm getting used to it and life seems to have returned to the way it was before and I'm neglecting school work that's why now I avoid going out with my friends and I just stay at home so I can do my homework so I did it at home because I I'm alone because my older brother goes to work early and I don't have anyone to talk to. I just listen to music and enjoy myself by myself.. My focus now in my life is to finish my education so that I can achieve my dream so I continue to fight against the challenges of life and I am increasing my confidence that one day I can provide all the needs of my parents to them without what they have experienced in life and I am grateful to the heights because he doesn't neglect my loved ones.. right now my parents and I are not together but one day I will be with them too and our life will be abundant.

THE LOVING MOTHER

(BIOGRAPHY)

Written by: Bernales, Jerson U.

My mother was born on november 29,1964 and her age is 59 yrs old she was born in Biasong tomas Oppos Southern Leyte.

My mom didn't finish school because her aunt stopped her because in her generation it was fashionable (fads) to be a kidnapper so she only studied until elementary school. But even though she didn't finish school my brother and sister were still lucky because she was a loving mother and didn't hurt her daughter when there was a problem she was there she helps you to release you're problem and she a supportive mother, that's my ability of my mother

She a ordinary woman but she is like a superhero, she does everything to provide for his son's needs, she a strongest mother i'm so grateful to have a mother like that

YOUNG AGE DREAMERS NAMED JERSON

(PERSONAL NARRATIVE)

Written by: Bernales,Jerson U.

Once upon a time, in a Malitbog Southern .Leyte nestled between mountains and rivers, there lived a young dreamer named Jerson. From a young age, Jerson was captivated by the world of stories and imagination. Their days were filled with books, each page a portal to a new adventure. But amidst the tales of knights and dragons, Jerson found solace in crafting their own narratives.

As they grew older, Jerson passion for storytelling only intensified. They would spend hours scribbling in journals, weaving together characters and plots that danced across the pages. Yet, despite their love for writing, Jerson kept their stories tucked away, hidden from the world.

It wasn't until Jerson stumbled upon a local writing workshop that everything changed. Surrounded by fellow wordsmiths, they found the courage to share their creations. With each word spoken aloud, Jerson felt a newfound sense of belonging.

Encouraged by their peers, Jerson embarked on a journey of self-discovery through their writing. They explored themes of identity, love, and loss, infusing their stories with raw emotion and vulnerability. And with each tale they penned, Jerson discovered more about themselves than they ever thought possible.

Through the highs and lows of life, writing became Jerson anchor, a constant companion in a world of uncertainty. They found joy in the act of creation, pouring their heart and soul into every word. And though the road ahead was uncertain, Jerson knew that as long as they had a pen in hand and stories to tell, they would always find their way.

FAMILY

(REACTION OF PERSONAL NARRATIVE)

Written by: Bernales, Jerson U.

I feel bad for Cyruz day B. Paulino about what happened his family for being broken family this situation is hart but he didn't give up and he was still strong and he tried to fight the problems.

This situation of cyruz to experiencing a broken family can evoke a range of emotions from profound sadness and confusion to resilience and strength. It's a deeply personal journey of cyruz that offen involves navigating complex family dynamics and redefining one's sense of belonging and identity

But all that is normal to him because when he had a problem he find in his own solution he fight alone and no one helps him until he grows up he wants to tell everything to his friends but he loses courage because they are not the same as what he experienced life but even so and he learned something from life.

#blog

[gangnampoolsalon2]

The Science of Shirt Room Karaoke: Creating the Perfect Ambiance

Karaoke isn't just about singing your heart out—it's a full-body experience that engages your senses, stirs your emotions, and brings people together like nothing else. But what exactly goes into creating the perfect ambiance for a shirt room karaoke session? Let's dive into the science behind it all and explore how you can transform your space into the ultimate karaoke haven!

I. The Psychology of Karaoke

A. Explanation of the Psychological Effects of Music: Music has a profound impact on our brains and bodies, influencing everything from mood and memory to stress levels and social behavior.

B. How Karaoke Taps into Human Emotions and Social Dynamics: Karaoke provides an outlet for self-expression and emotional release, while also fostering connections and camaraderie among participants.

C. The Science Behind Why People Enjoy Singing in Groups: Singing in a group triggers the release of feel-good hormones like oxytocin and endorphins, promoting a sense of bonding and belonging.

II. Setting the Stage: The Importance of Ambiance

A. The Role of Ambiance in Enhancing the Karaoke Experience: Ambiance sets the tone for the entire karaoke session, influencing mood, energy levels, and performance quality.

B. Factors to Consider When Creating the Perfect Karaoke Setting: Lighting, decor, sound quality, and layout all play crucial roles in shaping the ambiance of a 강남풀싸롱 karaoke room.

C. How Ambiance Influences Mood and Performance: A well-designed karaoke environment can inspire confidence, creativity, and enthusiasm among participants, leading to more enjoyable and memorable experiences.

III. Lighting Matters: Illuminating the Karaoke Room

A. The Impact of Lighting on Mood and Atmosphere: Different lighting styles—such as soft, warm lighting or vibrant, colorful lights—can evoke different emotions and set the stage for a fun-filled karaoke session.

B. Different Lighting Options for Creating the Right Ambiance: From LED stage lights to string lights and lava lamps, there's no shortage of lighting options to choose from when designing your karaoke room.

C. Tips for Using Lighting Effectively in a Karaoke Room: Experiment with different lighting combinations, dimmers, and color-changing bulbs to create dynamic and visually appealing effects that enhance the karaoke experience.

IV. Soundscapes: Crafting the Ideal Audio Environment

A. The Science Behind Sound and Its Effects on the Brain: Sound has the power to influence our emotions, cognitive performance, and physical well-being, making it essential to optimize audio settings for karaoke sessions.

B. How to Optimize Audio Settings for Karaoke Sessions: Invest in high-quality speakers, microphones, and sound systems to ensure crystal-clear audio that allows participants to hear themselves and the music clearly.

C. The Importance of Acoustics and Speaker Placement: Proper acoustics and speaker placement can minimize echoes, distortions, and background noise, creating a more immersive and enjoyable karaoke experience for everyone involved.

V. Choosing the Right Decor: Enhancing the Karaoke Experience

A. How Decor Influences Perception and Mood: Decor sets the stage for the karaoke experience, helping to create a cohesive theme and atmosphere that enhances the overall mood and vibe of the room.

B. Creative Decor Ideas for a Karaoke Room: From music-themed wall art and neon signs to cozy rugs and throw pillows, there are countless ways to infuse personality and style into your karaoke space.

C. Personalization and Customization Options for Added Flair: Add a personal touch to your karaoke room with custom signage, framed lyrics, or memorabilia from your favorite bands and artists to make the space feel uniquely yours.

VI. Creating Comfort: Furniture and Layout Design

A. Ergonomics and Comfort Considerations for Karaoke Participants: Choose comfortable seating options and ergonomic furniture that promote relaxation and proper posture during extended karaoke sessions.

B. Furniture Choices That Promote Relaxation and Enjoyment: Bean bags, lounge chairs, and sectional sofas are all great choices for creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere where guests can kick back and enjoy the music.

C. Tips for Optimizing the Layout of a Karaoke Room for Better Flow: Arrange furniture in a way that encourages social interaction and allows for easy movement between the singing area, seating areas, and refreshment stations.

VII. The Role of Technology: Innovations in Karaoke Systems

A. Evolution of Karaoke Technology and Its Impact on the Experience: From traditional karaoke machines to modern streaming services and smartphone apps, technology continues to revolutionize the way we karaoke.

B. Overview of Different Types of Karaoke Systems and Their Features: Explore the latest advancements in karaoke technology, including wireless microphones, touchscreen interfaces, and cloud-based song libraries.

C. How Technology Can Enhance the Ambiance and Overall Enjoyment: Incorporate tech-savvy features like voice effects, auto-tune, and synchronized lyrics displays to take your karaoke experience to the next level and wow your guests.

VIII. Engaging the Senses: Incorporating Multi-Sensory Elements

A. Exploring Ways to Stimulate All Five Senses During Karaoke Sessions: From scented candles and aromatherapy diffusers to themed snacks and signature cocktails, consider how you can engage all five senses to create a truly immersive karaoke experience.

B. Examples of Multi-Sensory Enhancements for a More Immersive Experience: Create themed playlists that evoke specific moods or settings, incorporate visual elements like karaoke music videos or lyric videos, and serve up delicious snacks and drinks that complement the theme of your karaoke night.

C. The Benefits of Incorporating Sensory Elements Into the Karaoke Environment: Stimulating multiple senses can enhance memory, increase engagement, and deepen emotional connections, resulting in a more memorable and enjoyable karaoke experience for everyone involved.

IX. The Science of Song Selection: Choosing the Right Tracks

A. The Psychology Behind Song Choice and Its Effect on Mood: Different songs evoke different emotions and memories, so it's essential to curate a playlist that resonates with your audience and sets the right tone for the evening.

B. Tips for Selecting Songs That Cater to Different Tastes and Preferences: Consider the demographic of your audience, their musical preferences, and the overall vibe you want to create when choosing songs for your karaoke playlist.

C. How to Create Diverse Playlists That Appeal to a Wide Audience: Mix up genres, eras, and tempos to keep things fresh and exciting, and don't be afraid to throw in a few crowd-pleasers or unexpected surprises to keep everyone on their toes.

X. Conclusion: Bringing It All Together

A. Recap of the Importance of Ambiance in the Karaoke Experience: Ambiance plays a critical role in shaping the mood, energy, and overall enjoyment of a karaoke session, so don't underestimate its power to enhance the experience for you and your guests.

B. Final Thoughts on the Science Behind Creating the Perfect Karaoke Setting: By understanding the psychological and sensory factors that influence our karaoke experiences, you can design a shirt room karaoke room that's not only visually stunning but also emotionally captivating and incredibly fun.

C. Encouragement to Experiment and Personalize the Karaoke Room for Maximum Enjoyment: Don't be afraid to get creative and think outside the box when designing your karaoke space. Whether you're hosting a themed karaoke night or simply looking to create a cozy and inviting atmosphere, the possibilities are endless, so have fun and let your imagination run wild!

[fea395]

Happy together

The film is visually stunning, with Wong Kar-wai's signature style on full display. The use of color, light, and shadow is particularly striking, with scenes set against the backdrop of Buenos Aires' streets and landmarks that are nothing short of alluring. The film’s strong musical score, with songs that complement and enhance the emotions conveyed on screen make it even more beautiful as every scene feels more alive than the last.  At its core, Happy Together is a story of love and its complexities. The relationship between Ho Po-wing and Lai Yiu-fai is portrayed with raw emotion, as the two men struggle to reconcile their desires and emotional needs. The film also explores themes of identity and belonging, as the characters search for meaning and connection in a world that often seems indifferent to their struggles. These struggles become accessible to the audience through queer theory. As Gomes and Pereira write, “queer theory is an agonistic theory that sees its only possibility for existing in the practice of distancing itself from itself in order, paradoxically, to construct itself as possibility.” That possibility is touched on greatly in Happy Together as the characters find themselves in the possibility of their relationship. They build themselves up in a way that, much like the reading states, removes itself from the universality that we are used to. The way that Happy Together harbors the relationship between Ho Po-wing and Lai Yiu-fai presents queer relations in a way that makes it quite easy for the audience to access this relationship. 

[ossonee777]

Moon through the houses

Moon in the first house: Your feelings are right out there for everyone to see, and you can come across as emotional and impatient, or nurturing and caring (or both). You need emotional stimulation, movement, and freedom to express yourself in order to feel happy and fulfilled. They may try to hide their emotions, but it is difficult. They are on display. First-house moon people are cautious in their interactions and always on guard for fear of getting hurt. Forget about pleasing everyone (it can't be done) and instead focus on doing your best. Develop self-confidence and the courage to be different and don't let it get to you. You can be very sensitive to your environment so do not go to places that might bring up ill feelings or bad memories in you. Your sub-conscious is probably very strong and sometimes quite unmanageable.

Moon in the second house: A constant worry about money and keeping the security it provides is common with a second-house moon. If money is plentiful, the chart holder may easily become complacent until the money dwindles causing a cycle of comfort and worry. Financial security is necessary for a person with their moon in their second house. You tend to hold back and wait before expressing yourself, and when you do it is with deliberation.

Moon in the third house: You are very responsive, communicative, and curious. You can have a talent for imitating others and/or for picking up languages. A third house-moon is at ease with learning and finds it comforting. Like the third-house sun, early schooling is a central issue whether it is positive or negative. This position also inclines a person to communicate their feelings and lends an ability to explain their feelings clearly. it gives a bit of detachment to the moon's emotions because it ads an intellectualism.

Moon in the fourth house: You long for a sense of true belonging, but you may be quite restless in your search. You might change residence frequently, or simply feel the need to make many changes in your home. Home and family are paramount for fourth-house moons as they look to home and family as their sanctuary in the world. Interacting with family members is serious business for fourth-house moons and any disagreements or disputes are taken to heart. Their heritage is experienced on a feeling level rather than as something they learn about as they mature.

Moon in the fifth house: There is a constant need to find ways of expressing themselves. With the moon, there is always a need to fulfill the desires of the house in which it falls, which is so deep it is often unconscious. In the fifth house of self-expression, art, music, performing, home decorating, fashion, dating, and bearing children are examples of activities that fill the need, but the list is endless. Many people with a fifth-house moon are able to express themselves genuinely, and they are satisfied. Easily flowing from one creative endeavor to the next, they feel comfortable with who they are. Romance is second nature rather than awkward.

Moon in the sixth house: With the moon in the sixth house, the focus is on caring rather than perfecting. The sixth-house moon chart holder doesn't lose the desire to live well and perfect their skills, but this need is subdued by the need to care for others and be cared for by others in practical ways. Those with sixth-house moons assume that their loved ones will always provide them with food, money and shelter. Likewise, they are happy to do laundry, clean and cook. As long as the balance is there, these chart holders hum along happily.

Moon in the seventh house: You seem to attract sensitive people as partners, perhaps those who want to "mother" you or be mothered. There can be many changes of partners and many relationships because of the need to find someone who can bring an ultimate security. You desire companionship, hence many relationships. Your feelings are greatly influenced by those with whom you are in close personal contact. You want to be popular with others. You are therefore likely to attract a partner who is kind and domesticated. Both you and your partner may need to be on your guard against moody or fickle behavior. Marriage may be undertaken with the object of establishing a home. More than one marriage is possible.

Moon in eighth house: You desire security and perhaps look for it through other people's possessions or resources. You have self-doubt and worry. You may be subject to jealousy, envy and possessiveness. Psychic sensitivity is noticeable and psychic abilities can be developed, hopefully along positive lines. There may be financial gain through a partnership, business or through marriage. You are intrigued by what motivates others. Preoccupation with sex or death can exist for you.

Moon in ninth house: You are a dreamer and muse often about the higher aspects of life. Since you may not be content with the way your life currently is going, you have the desire to search for fresh fields. This search may take you on many long travels, both physically and mentally. Security may be found in a religious or philosophical ideal. Your philosophy of life is what nurtures you and gives you security. You have a variety of interests, in sports, hobbies, and studies. You make a stimulating teacher because of your personal interest in the subjects you teach. They are really a part of you and that comes across to those who listen to you.

Moon in tenth house: Comfortable in the public eye, the tenth-house moon wants to be out in the world enjoying its natural gift of assumed high status. The public arena is the natural home for these chart holders and the world naturally accepts them. From an early age, these chart holders feel comfortable in the public eye. It is emotionally satisfying for them to feel accepted by the public. Being on stage, in front of a camera or speaking to the public comes naturally to them and feels emotionally natural. In fact, the feeling of being accepted by the public feeds their emotions, and success in the public eye gives them emotional homeostasis. These chart holders will always do well in careers involving caring for the public as the moon is about mutual caring. Think of Mahatma Gandhi whose tenth-house moon wanted to care for the world before himself.

Moon in the eleventh house: Their ability to move society on a large scale comes from a deeply felt need rather than the drive seen with the eleventh-house suns. It is emotionally based and there is comfort in groups. When an eleventh-house moon gives a speech or promotes their social message it has a caring tone to it. These chart holders often use the moon's emotional nature to express their views artistically. A high comfort level in group leadership positions puts people at ease and instills trust in people. They are able to lead people and enact social change by gaining trusting supporters. They also expect society to support them. The moon's caring nature has an equal but opposite need to be cared for in return. Depending on signs and aspects, they may have an expectancy of acceptance which gives them a natural advantage and confidence.

Moon in the twelfth: The twelfth-house moon person is denied the comforting, nurturing childhood the rest us assume is a normal part of childhood. A mother who is preoccupied, distant or absent creates an unnurturing environment for this twelfth-house moon child. Childhood is often painful and lonely. Over time, these chart holders have no choice but to learn how to self nurture. Sometimes this is done with drugs or alcohol, but religion, meditation, philosophy and service to others also satisfies the nurturing need. The ability to find a productive way to self-nurture that isn't self destructive is difficult and often takes years. It's easy for these people to fall into depression and feel lost and alone. It takes a great deal of emotional strength for them to crawl out of the dark loneliness of this planetary position and develop the ability to love themselves enough to compensate for the lack of emotional support they receive from the world. Even when these people are able to get past this, there is a vague feeling of confusion about how to find comfort and nurturing on a daily basis. They don't know what they like or how to really feel satisfied.

#astrology #astrology observations #astrology notes #astro observations #astro notes #astrology aspects #spirituality #learning astrology #transits #astrology mention #moon in 12th house

[nagimitsus]

Title: somewhere along the line

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Synopsis: For all his delicate appearance, Venti has always been incredibly strong.

Diluc has known this from the start. Before the traveler entered their lives, before the battles, before he saw him standing in front of a dragon, ready to give everything in exchange for the freedom of another. And Diluc had thought, now that is how a god should behave.

That is someone I could believe in.

 [Read on AO3!]

For all his delicate appearance, Venti has always been incredibly strong.

Diluc has known this from the start. Before the traveler entered their lives, before the battles, before he saw him standing in front of a dragon, ready to give everything in exchange for the freedom of another. And Diluc had thought, now that is how a god should behave. 

That is someone I could believe in. 

It should come as a surprise, the amount of respect that he has gathered for the bard of melodious voice that makes himself at home only at his tavern. But it doesn’t. Maybe Diluc felt a pang of nuisance at first, when he thought of Venti only as a drunkard with too many stories to tell. 

That was before he came to know him. Before the nights when his smile became sad after too many bottles of wine, small and nostalgic and unfitting in such a bright face. Before he understood that there was still a raw wound behind those eyes of his, still bleeding as much as Diluc’s own. 

Diluc took the habit of offering him a glass of water and telling him to go home. The sensation of discomfort that nested his chest when Venti smiled up at him and asked what home was he talking about made Diluc wince.

.

At some point between that and the whole Dvalin situation, he stops asking Venti to go home and starts keeping him company until the silent streets of Mondstadt, illuminated only by the moon and the stars, call back for its bard. 

When Venti leaves, his smile is a bit more grateful and a lit less lonely, and Diluc tells him “I hope you find something more rewarding to spend your time on, tomorrow” but thinks See you later. 

Venti laughs. It sounds like a breeze. “What’s more rewarding than wine, I wonder?” he says, and has the audacity to wink.

Diluc sighs, because there’s nothing else he can do. 

.

The thing about Venti is that he doesn’t want to be worshipped. 

He doesn’t. It’s made clear in the way he behaves, the way he doesn’t stop too much in front of the church unless it’s to perform, the way he talks to the citizens of his country as if they were more friends than subjects. And it’s not because he likes the freedom that comes with anonymity, it’s not because of his own wants or needs. 

It’s because he wants them to be free, in this city where there are no tyrants and no gods. This city where they can follow the winds and their hearts alike, bound by nothing but their own ideals.

Diluc protects Mondstadt, fiercely. Because he loves everything it represents and everything it stands for. 

And likewise, he protects the god that gifted them all of this.

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 Venti stops by the Winery of Dawn sometimes. Diluc finds him trying to steal wine or sleeping inside a barrel, and thinks: this is not a deity, this is a raccoon. 

Still, because he has a bit of faith left in him and because he used to go to church with his father back in the day, Diluc takes him by the back of his cape and into the house, where he makes sure he’s put to rest in one of their spare rooms, with enough water on his bed table to deal with the hangover. 

By the next morning he’s always gone, but the wind blows gently through the open window. 

Sometimes, if he’s still sober enough to string a few words together when Diluc takes him in, Venti laughs, and clings to his shoulders with both arms, and says things like “I can sing for you if you desire it, Master Diluc”, with that sweet voice blurry but cheerful. 

Diluc sits him down before the fireplace on those occasions, just so he can make sure that Venti drinks enough water and doesn’t do something like throwing up into his own mouth and suffocating on it.

What a troublesome bard, Diluc thinks. The thought is covered in affection anyway, and he has to sigh to himself at that. Venti blinks slowly at him, almost as if he could know what’s crossing his mind just by looking at him, and then he leans in his direction with a drunken smile that makes Diluc roll his eyes. 

“You,” Venti says, slowly but with intent, “are a very good person. Do you know that, Master Diluc?”

The reaction is immediate. Diluc can feel it start on his stomach and creep up until his head, his ears, his hands. It’s a fuzzy sentiment that makes home on his chest and purrs like a cat, a reminder of how good it is to be acknowledged. 

Diluc looks back at Venti’s eyes, clear even in his state. 

When he was young, he wondered how the truly religious felt. He asked Jean once, eleven or so, as little Barbara tried to sign in tone with the croaking of a frog. And Jean, always patient and warm, had said: I don’t think it can be explained.

But it can.

Diluc feels like he’s being hugged by a tornado and cradled by the breeze at the same time. It’s excruciating and infuriating and exhilarating, and it’s making a knot into his stomach, reddening his ears. 

He scoffs lightly, but his voice is not unkind when he says:

“And you are very drunk.”

Venti laughs at that, and the sound reverberates in the space of the room.

The only reason Diluc doesn’t leave is because he’s still afraid that Venti will throw up all over himself. 

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(The traveler comes.

The traveler comes, they fight against Dvalin, and Diluc has to see Venti’s slender form fly across the battlefield when the dragon hits him once. Even when he gets up immediately, smiling through the pain, the knot that he made in Diluc’s stomach twitches and hurts. 

He makes sure to tell Barbara that the bard got hurt once they go back to Mondstadt, and ignores the perplexed look that he sends his way.)

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Venti doesn’t come to the winery for a few weeks after the Dvalin incident, and they don’t meet up at the tavern either. Diluc would be worried, if he didn’t see him here and there, talking to Kaeya or playing a simple tune for Klee (who he seems to adore, if the warm look in his eyes as the little girl tries to harmonize with him.)

Diluc is not prone to lie to himself, so he doesn’t even try to deny that he misses Venti’s annoying presence. Still, since the traveler left for Liyue, the whole town seems to have subdued, its upbeat attitude turned into a dull sense of longing. 

Someone knocks on his door one night, almost sixteen days after he saw Venti for the last time. And of course, as fate would have it, it’s the bard himself who’s waiting at the other side.

Rain is not unusual in Mondstadt, even when they’re accustomed to a gentle drizzle, so most citizens have learned to take an umbrella with them when the spring is creeping on them.

Venti is dripping wet, and there’s something in the way his clothes cling to the line of his shoulders that make him straight up sad, almost pathetic. Still, the gleam on his eyes is a tell-tale that he’s been drinking, and the curve of his smile is too close to loneliness. It stirs something in Diluc, calls for the silent understanding of their nights in the tavern.

He doesn’t say anything, just takes a step to the side to let him in. 

The maids will find awfully unpleasant the wetness on the carpet, Diluc’s mind supplies, but it’s difficult to care when Venti smiles like rain and alcohol and apples, all mixed up. His mere presence tends to be intoxicating, with the way he takes so much space with his voice and his laugh and his music, but it’s even worse now. Maybe it’s because Diluc has become unaccustomed to it.

“Do you need somewhere to stay?” Diluc asks after a few seconds. Venti’s smile is still sad, but it’s there nonetheless. 

If this were any other person, the sound of the wind outside might have drowned their words. But Venti has never known how to be quiet, and so Diluc hears him without any trouble:

“You care about me, don’t you, Master Diluc?”

He sighs, and closes the door. The storm becomes a muted sound behind the wood and the steel, and somehow that adds to the intimate atmosphere that this scene carries. Diluc can feel it at his throat, the warning, the threat that comes with the closeness. He talks through it.

“I don’t think you’ve made all the way here just to point out the obvious, bard.”

He turns then, and Venti is still there, looking straight into him. In the pit of his eyes there’s an ancient kind of loneliness that makes him look terribly old. It’s in times like this when it becomes easy to think of him as a god. Again, Diluc thinks of what being religious means, thinks of kissing his temple and his hands until pink and red go back to his skin, thinks of drying his hair and lending him a bed.

That’s not the kind of devotion that a God requires. But for Venti, who would treat the cathedral built in his name just to see Klee smile, who dirties his hands helping Sucrose with her work and runs away from Diona between laughs whenever she gets angry at him, it might be enough. 

Venti laughs. The sound is enough to loosen the muscles of Diluc’s tense shoulders.

“I haven’t,” Venti says, and then he turns around and walks into the house as if it belongs to him. Diluc follows, waiting for him to go on. Since he doesn’t, he adds:

“I’m not going to serve you wine here,” just to make sure that’s out of the table. 

Venti hums, amused. He goes straight to the fireplace, sticking both hands in front of the flames. Diluc stops just three steps away from him, taking a few seconds to stare at the side of his face, shadows dancing over the curves of his nose, his eyebrows, his neck. 

“I lost something important,” Venti says at least, his voice soft, “and my power has decreased drastically.” 

Diluc frowns before he can stop himself. Venti looks at him with that same smile that doesn’t suit him, even as he’s winking, probably trying to downplay his own words.

“Worst possible time too, right?”

Diluc would know. The Abyss Order’s activity is still on rise, and the Fatui are getting bolder every passing day. He knows the Knights of Favonious are not good enough to keep them all at bay, not enough to protect all of Mondstadt, bound by the laws and diplomacy and their own duty.

Even so,

“I’m still here,” he reminds him, as if it was obvious. “And Jean will do everything in her power.”

Venti looks at him through the corner of his eye for a second before he’s turning his whole body, hands on his hips. He giggles again, and even though the sound is far off the usual, it doesn’t sound as tense as his last words.

“Are you saying you will protect me, Master Diluc?” 

Diluc doesn’t roll his eyes, because he’s not keen on the gesture, but he hopes that the expression on his face is enough to convey his feelings of fond frustration. One can’t be serious with Venti around unless someone is in immediate danger, it seems. 

“I am saying that if my actions can bestow some peace upon you, know that I’ll keep protecting Mondstadt.”

Venti takes a step in his direction, then another. When his hands close around Diluc’s white shirt, they leave wet marks that extend through the cloth under his fingers, cold against his skin. The flower on his hat has lost at least two petals in the rain, but his eyes are alive and  warm as they look straight into Diluc’s red ones.

He doesn’t feel the need to confess, doesn’t want to kneel down and ask for forgiveness for his sins. But he wants to keep Venti here nonetheless, in the intimacy of the room illuminated only by the flames. Maybe that’s a thought that needs absolution. 

“You,” Venti says, very slowly, “are a very good person. Did you know that, Master Diluc?”

He smirks, the little shit. Diluc doesn’t bother to answer this time, because he’s too busy trying to calm down the beating of his heart as Venti gets on his tiptoes, one hand going to his shoulder, the other remaining on his chest.

Diluc leans down into the kiss, and it’s impossible to think of a god when the laugh that he swallows in his own mouth it’s so undeniably Venti.

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