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chuunai · 4 months

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hey, congrats 100 followers !! i would love to join your celebration♡ may i request beastzai (or js adazai) with the scenario married life (1) & all in all, it was a typical tuesday (8) as the prompt ?

congrats on 100 again !!!! it’s a big number and a big achievement !!

I think Dazai is really hot too.

✧˚ · . vroom vroom, than a table for two - dazai osamu

he certainly couldn’t complain.

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → icky PDA, cutesy nicknames, minor mention of sex (it’s like barely there though) and overall puppy husband dazai. also obvious mentions of suicide its DAZAI

It was Tuesday.

And also another hardworking day at the Agency. So, so tiring, according to your husband—not that he ever worked—to the point where he simply needed a break with his lovely spouse. That’s how you found yourself hand-in-hand with him during your lunch break, walking down the sidewalks of Yokohama while he excitedly spoke about a new suicide method he had heard of.

Yesterday was a homemade shrapnel bomb, today was a wrecking ball.

“Basically, you hide out in a building that’s scheduled to be demolished and eventually it collapses on you! Pretty sweet, isn’t it?”

Quirking an eyebrow, he turned to you expectantly, a cheery smile on his face. It was quick, painless enough method of suicide. Beautiful in a way, too. Sunlight would be warming his skin, the air fresh and crisp and then tons of concrete and plaster would crush his entire body in one fell swoop. No pain, just gain of access to the afterlife.

Looking back at him, you sheepishly shrugged, replying back to amuse both him and yourself. 50% of the time, his attempts were idiotic and funny, the other 50% was genuinely worrying and mildly terrifying. Today seemed to be the former, though. Thankfully.

Plus, it wasn’t like the method would even work due to some random info you found out about on the internet.

“Yeah, but I’m like, ninety-nine percent sure they check the buildings for people before they demolish them. So you’d get found out.”

Your tone was as equally playful and light as his. He wouldn’t really kill himself. You weren’t ready for a double suicide yet, sadly. His lips curled into a frown when you mentioned how it wouldn’t work, his fingers squeezing yours as he exaggerated his sigh.

“And here I was, certain of my demise! Guess that means I’ll be with you a bit longer, darling.”

Not that he really minded.

Sure, he constantly went off about suicide and how beautiful the whole concept was, but at the end of the day, he wouldn’t want to die without you at his side. He’s firmly one of those people who’d kill himself after his beloved died. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself after you died. Sure, he made Odasaku a promise, but he made you a vow.

Until death do them part.

When you died, so would he.

But no one was dying today. Just a happy day for a happy couple.

Dazai’s hand slipped out of yours, curling around your hips instead as he pulled you closer to his side. He wanted to show off his pretty partner to anyone who happened to look over at you two. Show off the person who owns his heart and soul and is his perfect reason to live for just a little bit longer. No one else deserved his gorgeous belladonna.

Just him and him only.

Only Dazai could kiss your lips at any given moment—publicly or privately—, and only he could watch you dress up for dates, brushing out your hair while he mumbled compliments into the spot where your collarbone met your neck. Only Dazai could spend hours with you at night, hearing his name from your lips while his fingers intertwined with yours at the intimate moments.

No one else could hope to do the same with you.

That’s why he soon was leading you into a bakery, the smell of pastries and bread flooding the air as he looked over the treats in the display cases. Black sesame roll cakes, all squishy looking and yummy. The cookies ranging from chocolate chip to matcha and plain vanilla. They all looked so good, but the prices weren’t quite the same.

God, when it came to money, Dazai wished he was still in the Mafia. At least he had tons of it back then.

Now, he had to be a bit more frugal with his income from the Agency. Sure, you guys weren’t dirt poor or unable to afford food and other necessities, but you couldn’t always get special snacks like this. Maybe once every week or two, if you could do so.

Nudging your shoulder, he tapped the glass, looking at you expectantly. He always did this—letting you choose what the two of you would eat. Dazai didn’t mind either. You had good taste unlike his diet of canned crab and alcohol.

“I trust my lovely spouse’s taste and that you’ll pick something good like always.”

He was such a puppy. Only for you, he thought.

“Uhmm…dunno. Pick a number, one or two.”

Dazai placed a finger on his lips, pretending to be in thought like it was the most important decision in his twenty-two years of life so far. Brows furrowed in concentration, eyes darting between you and the sweet treats while he hummed quietly. One or two? Eh. He’d go with two. There was the two of you here, after all.

“Two.”

He watched as you pointed at a slice of strawberry cheesecake, your eyes looking at him for approval. Honestly, Dazai never understood why you wanted his approval for everything. You were his equal—his life partner, nonetheless—so there was really no need for this behavior. But he couldn’t blame you. Even now, he had a bit of a commanding aura.

“Oooooh, that looks good! Knew you’d pick something tasty.”

Dazai pecked your cheek affectionately while he held your hand walking to the counter, ordering two slices of strawberry cheesecake, taking out Kunikida’s credit card that he had ‘borrowed’ from the blondie earlier at work. Compared to the thievery he had committed in his younger years, it was practically begging to be used with how his wallet was smack dab in the middle of his desk.

Carefully holding the two plates of the cheesecake slices, he led you over to a table in the corner, giving you a fork as he sat down across from you. He didn’t eat until you dug into your piece first, making sounds of contentment as sweetness coated both your taste buds. Geez, it was good. Worth the price for sure. The corner of your lips were stained with the white frosting, and so he swiped his thumb over the mess, cooing at you like a parent.

“Ah ah, ‘donna. You’re getting messy.”

Dazai liked the flush of your face. How flustered you were as you insisted you could clean yourself and that you weren’t a baby and a fully capable grown adult.

“I’m not a baby, ‘samu! I can take care of myself, ‘kay?”

Of course, of course.

“Uh-huh. And you’re not a baby. You’re my baby. My clumsy little baby who can’t eat without making a mess.”

Chewing on the rest of his slice, minutes passed, filled with conversations between the two of you about work, how Atsushi was doing—probably still traumatized and fucked over, is what you both agreed about—, plans for dinner. You tastefully ignored his comment about what he wanted for dessert. At least there weren’t any kids in the bakery.

Thankfully for everyone else in the establishment, your ‘lunch’ was finished. Walking out of the cafe, he clasped onto your hand firmly, feeling his wedding ring rub against your skin. The sounds of honking and birds chirping filled the air, but all Dazai could hear were your gentle breaths coupled with the sound of your footsteps.

Nothing really mattered besides you, in his eyes.

His everything—his reason to live.

Eternally.

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starglitterz · 4 months

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♡ AMERICANO.

❝ baby, take a chance on me! give me one sign and you will see. // crushing on the local barista ❞

✧ feat : xiao x gn!reader

✧ a/n : FIRST POST OF THE YEAR!! yk it had to be my beloved xiao <3 here's to a fourth year with my baby hehe

✧ note : this is a very late entry to ying's cafe week for the prompt americano !

please reblog w tags + leave comments ! it rlly makes my day :)

“uh, hi. could i please get a…” you flash what you’re certain is the most awkward grin of your life at the poor barista, who’s currently running the cashier as well. you swear you’re never the type to hold up a queue, pondering for ages over what to drink to get – in fact, you always get the exact same drink. it’s just that the way the barista’s pretty amber eyes almost seem to gleam in the late afternoon sun has you stumbling over your words, barely able to form coherent sentences; it’s so embarrassing you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole, you're lucky there's no one else in the line behind you.

“your usual?” he raises an eyebrow, a few strands of jade hair tumbling out of his loose bun to frame his face, and holy archons this man is such a masterpiece he belongs in a museum. you gape at him for a few seconds, opening and closing your mouth like a goldfish before you realise how stupid you must look and you scramble for a reply, “how do you know?!” the corner of his lips quirk up into what might be a smile, “you order the same drink every time.” you’re fumbling for a retort when he continues, “and you come here three times a day.” now you’re ninety-nine percent certain your face is on fire.

“that’s true…” you mutter sheepishly before making a valiant attempt to defend yourself, “but maybe i just really like coffee!” “i think you drink too much coffee,” he chuckles softly as he writes your name on the cup. you’re freaking out over the fact that what has to be the world’s cutest barista is actually aware of your existence, he recognises you instead of seeing you as just another customer from the endless throngs of students that flock to the campus coffee shop daily. then you gasp, “wait. how do you know my name?!” he lifts an eyebrow once more, “i just told you that you order coffee here three times a day. you say your name every time.” great. now he definitely thinks you’re an idiot. it’s not your fault that all your braincells seem to fly out of your head every time you see him!

“oh.” you laugh weakly as you pull your wallet out of your bag, “that makes sense.” mentally, you’re slamming your head against the wall, cursing yourself for being so head-over-heels that you can’t even carry a normal conversation with the barista. as he types your total, he suddenly murmurs so softly that you have to struggle to catch it, “it’s a pretty name, though.” “o-oh, you think so?” the compliment makes your brain short-circuit, but thankfully you manage a proper response, “i like your name too… xiao.” saying his name out loud almost makes you spontaneously burst into flames, which honestly would be pretty inconvenient for the rest of the customers in the coffee shop. not to mention you doubt it would endear you to xiao if you exploded in the middle of his workplace.

you aren't sure if it's just your imagination, but you think that xiao's ears look a little red as he taps on the screen in front of him. then he clears his throat, “you know what, today's drink is on the house.” “what?! really?!” your eyes light up and xiao meets your gaze for a split second before looking away, the faintest pink tinge dusting his cheeks as he starts making your drink, “yeah.” your heart's beating at a million miles per hour from just this small interaction, but you swallow your nerves and give yourself a pep talk as you wait to receive your drink. you never know unless you try, right?

and as xiao turns to give your drink, you blurt, “icouldtakeyououtonadate!” he blinks slowly, cat-like, and furrows his brow in confusion, “sorry, what did you say?” doing your best not to melt into a puddle on the ground, you mumble, “to make up for the free coffee, i could take you out to lunch or something.” there’s a pause, and you quickly continue, “only if you want to, of course!” you're cursing yourself for even daring to be so bold, there's no way he'd want to go out with a caffeine addict like you- “i'd like that.” his reply is so unexpected you look at him incredulously, “what?” “i said, i’d like to go for lunch with you,” now xiao's face is bright red, and he's gripping your coffee cup so tightly his knuckles are turning white.

at this point, you think that you could jump over the moon. “oh! that's great!” you beam, and xiao thinks that your smile is like the sun, “maybe sunday?” “sure,” he smiles, and it's the most adorable thing you've ever seen, “it's a date.” he turns away after saying that to hide his blush, and with the biggest, cheesiest grin on your face you reply, “yeah, it's a date.”

(and later when you finally drink your coffee, you realise xiao has scribbled his number on the side of the cup. maybe all this time you were crushing on the local barista, he was crushing on you too.)

wahhh i missed writing 🥹 i tried something new with this one, i usually prefer writing confident and flirty readers so i hope this is okay for a first time hehehe. hope you enjoyed! <3

#✏️ — quill writes !#xiao x reader #genshin impact x reader #cafe week; an i23kazu event #astronetwrk #xiao fluff #genshin x reader #xiao x you #xiao imagines #genshin fluff

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kodaiki · 2 years

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꒰ 8:45 P.M. ꒱❛ miya atsumu x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

“you don’t get to just do that!” you scold the taller man, feeling your cheeks flush hotter than they already were.

roommate!atsumu stands tall in front of you, crossed arms over his chest as he looks over at you boredly - boredly! he has the audacity to act nonchalant in the middle of getting an earful from you!

“do what?” he asks, jutting his chin out in feign innocence.

“do what-" you scoff, repeating him. “you third wheeled my date!”

“wasn’t your date the dinner?” atsumu asks skeptically, putting a hand to his chin in thought. “i didn’t third wheel nothin’.”

you groan in frustration at the blond. miya atsumu may be your roommate and best friend, sure, but you wanted to strangle him ninety-nine percent of the time.

you’d gotten back from a date just an hour prior, bringing your date home along with you since he (and well, you didn’t mind) wanted to continue after your reservation at the nice spot in the center of town.

“you can’t seriously by playing dumb right now,” you mutter, turning away from him as you trudge back over to the living area where coasters and a near empty (mostly atsumu’s doing) bowl of chips are settled on an end table. first, you put the coasters back in their place on the lower shelf of the table for the next time you have company — thanks to atsumu though, you don’t think that’ll be soon.

then, grabbing the bowl, you walk back toward the kitchen where atsumu’s leaning against the counter, closely watching your movements.

“the first date i’ve had in months and the guy’s never gonna call again,” you continue muttering. it’s toward your roommate but you’re not exactly talking to him, more like talking into the air, well aware he’d catch it.

at your less frustrated expression, atsumu's original playful and mischievous gleam in his eye dissipates. you look more solemn, shoulders hunched as you do the dishes in the sink – after all, it was your turn to do the chores.

“to be fair, i don’t think you’d want a guy like that calling again. to have to be told to take off his shoes when entering our home? i can already tell what sort of man that is,” atsumu huffs, remembering the way the man so casually stepped into your apartment, following you, watching you slip off your heels – heels atsumu knew you hated wearing since they always left a blister at your pinky toe – and just, waltz in without taking off his shoes.

“he apologized!“ you quip back, glaring at him over your shoulder. “maybe he’s raised different.”

“sure.” the faux blond rolls his eyes as he recalls the way the man (now come to think of it, atsumu doesn’t even remember his name) apologized quickly to you when he’d been the one to tell him to take off his shoes in a rather dry tone. apologizing for the sake of it, atsumu thinks, because just two minutes after walking in he’s asking for some wine. asking!

“he was nice all night and you were being so hostile and interrupting us,” you chide, going back to scrubbing a plate in the sink.

“he was nice to you,” atsumu clarifies. “man didn’t like me the second he walked in-“

“-demanding a man to take off his shoes isn’t exactly a polite hello,” you cut off knowingly but atsumu continues anyway.

“-so of course i was hostile.” not to mention, atsumu wants to add, the way said man stared at his dear, beloved roommate as if she were a meal, only melting her resolve with sly compliments and an innocent act. “he gave me weird looks,” he settles on instead.

“can’t imagine why.”

he could tell the minute your date walked through the door, charming smile gracing his lips as you stepped inside, he had more plans than just dinner and some home snacks. nah, atsumu thinks with a sneer, he wanted dessert.

but damn, if atsumu’s chest didn’t swell with pride and confidence at the slight falter in your date’s reaction to him, a roommate you were vague talking about (so vague you didn’t mention it was a man at all).

it helped that he could tell the guy was a sleaze, finding any excuse to set the mood; drinks, a rom-com playing on one of the movie channels of your cable box, shutting off the lights. yeah, atsumu had fun barging through the living room of your apartment every fifteen minutes, claiming he needed something, either from the kitchen or the living area itself.

atsumu walks up next to you, holding a hand out. it’s a subtle attempt to lighten the mood, helping you dry the dishes as you wash them, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“you probably made him feel uncomfortable,” you pout, passing him a mug to dry.

that was my intention, he thinks. “by just bein’ me? hm, i think that’s a him problem then.”

“still, he wasn't being outright rude to you, or me! he-"

"right, because he was nice," atsumu drawls out, rolling his eyes.

"yes," you answer, matter-of-factly. "nice."

"these quote, nice guys, aren't it, gotta tell 'ya." he crosses his arms as he sighs out, looking as if he knows all, as if he's about to give you some wise words. good thing you know he's miya atsumu so you don't expect too much.

"oh yeah?" you muse, light smile curling one side of your lips, a reaction he was hoping for.

"definitely. it's all a facade covering up all their severely red flags. 'ya need a guy who can tease ya, make fun of ya, y'know the type to laugh first when you fall and then ask if you're alright."

"oh, so someone like you then?" you stifle a laugh at his blatant autobiography. you don't notice the underlying meaning of your question when you ask it but atsumu does.

he freezes for a second, glancing at your genuine curiosity. "y-yeah," he stammers, grateful that you don't catch it, reaching up to put away a dried bowl back into a cabinet. "someone fun. not "nice"."

"an asshole," you reveal with a teasing lilt, awaiting his response. atsumu whips his head toward you, brows furrowed at your insinuation. at the playful gleam in your eyes, all frustration settled between your brows fully gone, he relaxes.

"sometimes," he clarifies, looking down at you amusedly.

"mm," you hum out in disagreement. "i think it's always."

"yeah?" he tests, raising a brow at you. "didn't i bring an umbrella to your job so you wouldn't get stuck in the rain?"

"fine, fine." you brush him off, waving your arms.

"or that time i bought you lunch 'cus you forgot your bento?"

"i get it-"

"driving you home from that god awful date you had three months ago?"

"atsumu-!" your voice is pitched higher in embarrassment, remembering the circumstances.

"what about the time i saved you from a nice guy who probably isn't so much of a nice guy?" his voice is quiet then, looking deeply at you.

your mortified expression shifts into a softer one, absorbing his words. although atsumu came off as a prick ninety percent of the time, he really did have your best interest at heart — even though your best interest could only satisfyingly be him.

“he talked about his workout routine all the way here,” you mumble out of nowhere, feeding into atsumu’s perception.

“i knew it!” he snaps his fingers and looks at you victoriously. “that’s total douche behavior if y’ask me. dodged a bullet, doll.”

you sigh out a laugh, lips curling up at his eager expression. “guess I did. besides,” you pause, bumping his shoulder with yours, despite the height difference. nothing but an affectionate tone slips between your lips and as it seems, you’ve forgotten whatever you’d been annoyed at him for. “i think i’m keen on a particular asshole in my life anyway.”

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wretchie · 19 days

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beloveds i need help

reasons to start t:

i've felt more like a guy than a girl for as long as i can remember

i've been trying to wait until i'm more mentally stable to make any long-term decisions about myself bc i'm an impulsive bitch but the more stable i get the more i care about myself and the more i want to transition so so bad

i want to read masc, i want to look nonbinary masc whether i'm dressing masc or fem, i want people to look at me and think "guy"

i want to feel like my body belongs to me and i've never felt that

reasons not to start t:

once it starts working i would have to explain to my parents who would be 1. very confused and 2. sincerely and sorrowfully transphobic (in a religious sort of way)

i'm currently a v high soprano and idk what t would do to my singing voice (also my choir director is transphobic too i'm ninety nine percent sure he listens to ben shapiro podcasts)

i'm scared i'll get on it and be so so happy and feel good and right for the first time ever and then the government will do something fucky and i'll get kicked off and everything will start falling apart and it'll be worse than if i hadn't tried at all

#mine #sorry for dumping this all on the dash my loves just idk what to do and i don't have anyone to talk to about it and i'm reading a fanfictio #in which a man is trans and on t and everythings fine and cool and it's choking me up a lil bit aghagahghghhghhhhhhhhhh #haha! sorry it's fine it's okay

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picsofsannyas · 1 year

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BELOVED OSHO, I AM JUST CURIOUS. HAVE YOU READ THE BOOK ZORBA THE GREEK BY KAZANTZAKIS? I LOVE IT SO MUCH. IS NOT ZORBA EXACTLY THE WAY YOU WANT US TO BE? AT LEAST THAT IS HOW I UNDERSTAND YOUR TEACHING.

I have been Zorba the Greek for many lives. I need not read the book; that is my autobiography. And that's what I would like you to be. Take life joyfully, take life easily, take life relaxedly, don't create unnecessary problems. Ninety-nine percent of your problems are created by you because you take life seriously. Seriousness is the root cause of problems. Be playful, and you will not miss anything -- because life is God. Forget about God; just be alive, be abundantly alive. Live each moment as if this is the last moment. Live it intensely; let your torch burn from both sides together. Even if it is only for one moment, that is enough. One moment of intense totality is enough to give you the taste of God. You can live in a lukewarm way, the bourgeois way, the middle-class way. You can go on living, dragging yourself for millions of years -- you will only collect dust from the roads and nothing else. One moment of clarity, totality, spontaneity, and you burn like a flame. Just one moment is enough! One moment will make you eternal; you will enter from that moment into eternity. That's my whole message for my sannyasins: live it in such way that you need not repent, ever.

A friend has sent me a paper-cutting.

An old woman, eighty-five years old, was asked by a journalist that if she had to live again, how would she live?

The old woman said -- there is a great insight in it, remember it -- "If I had my life to live over, I would dare to make more mistakes next time. I would relax, I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would take more trips. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I would have fewer imaginary ones.

"You see, I am one of those people who lived sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I have had my moments, and if I had it to do over again I would have more of them. In fact, I would try to have nothing else -- just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I have been one of those persons who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had to do it again I would travel lighter than I have.

"If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring, and stay that way later into the fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies."

And that's my vision of a sannyasin too. Live this moment as totally as possible. Don't be too sane, because too much sanity leads to insanity. Let a little craziness exist in you. That gives zest to life, that makes life juicy. Let a little irrationality always be there. That makes you capable of playing, being playful; that helps you to relax. A sane person is utterly hung up in the head, he cannot get down from there. He lives upstairs. Live all over the place, this is your house! Upstairs, good, the ground floor, perfectly good -- and the basement is beautiful too. Live all over the place, this is your house. And don't wait for next time, I would like to tell this old woman, because the next time never comes.

Not that you will not be born again; you will be born again, but then you will forget. Then you will start again from ABC. This old woman has been here before. She must have been here millions of times before. And I can say to you that each time, nearabout the age of eighty-five, she would have decided the same way: "Next time I'm going to do it differently." But next time you don't remember -- that's the problem. You lose all memory of the past life. Then again you start from ABC and the same thing happens.

So I would not say to you to wait for the next time. Take hold of this moment! This is the only time there is, there is no other time. Even if you are eighty-five you can start living. And what is there to lose when you are eighty-five? If you go barefoot on the beach in the spring, if you collect daisies -- even if you die in that, nothing is wrong. To die barefoot on the beach is the right way to die. To die collecting daisies is the right way to die. Whether you are eighty-five or fifteen doesn't matter. Take hold of this moment. Be a Zorba. You ask: "I am just curious. Have you read the book Zorba the Greek? I love it so much."

Only loving it won't help. Be it! Sometimes it happens that you love the opposite of what you are. You enjoy the opposite of what you are -- because it releases fantasies in you. It gives you a vision of how you would like to be: that's the appeal of a Zorba.

But loving the book will not help. That's what people have been doing down the ages. People love the Bible, and don't become Jesus, and they love the Heart Sutra -- they repeat it, they chant it every day. Millions of people in the East repeat the Heart Sutra five times a day -- in China, in Japan, in Korea, in Vietnam -- they go on repeating it. It is a small sutra; it can be repeated within minutes. They love it, but they don't become it!

Be a Zorba. Remember it: loving books is not going to help, only being helps.

"I love it so much. Is not Zorba exactly the way you want us to be?" Not exactly, because I would not like many Zorbas in the world. Not exactly, because that would be ugly and monotonous and boring. You be a Zorba in your own way -- not exactly.

Never try to imitate anybody, never be an imitator; that is suicide. Then you will never be able to enjoy. You will always remain a carbon copy, you will never be the original. And all that happens in life -- truth, beauty, good, liberation, meditation, love -- happens to the original, never to the carbon copy. Beware -- not exactly; that is dangerous. If you simply start following Zorba and start doing things as he is doing them you will get into trouble. That's how people have done it.

Look at the Christians, look at the Hindus: they have been trying to do it exactly. Nobody can be a Buddha again! God does not permit any repetition! God does not allow secondhand people, he loves firsthand people. He loved Buddha. He loved so much that it is finished. Now there is no need for Buddha. It would not be a love affair anymore. It would be like going to the same movie that you have seen before, it would be like reading the same book that you have read many times before. God is not dull and stupid, he never allows anybody to repeat anybody else: Christ only once, Buddha only once -- and so are you only once! And you are alone, there is nobody else like you. Only you are you. This I call reverence for life. This is really self-respect.

Learn from Zorba, learn the secret, but never try to imitate. Learn the climate, appreciate, go into it, sympathize with it, participate with Zorba, and then go on your own. Then be yourself.

Osho.

The Heart Sutra Chapter #6 Chapter title: Don't Be Too Sane

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annepsilvaauthor · 1 year

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Fighter Weapons — Prologue

Pairing(s): Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC (Claire Mitchell) / Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Summary: An untold story. A series that shows what happened during the Top Gun of our beloved pilots of Top Gun: Maverick.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

Author note: Before you read it, I want to make it clear that English is not my first language, so forgive me for not using words that contemplate the reality of those who live in countries that speak English. Another point, I'm not an expert on fighter jets or how the Navy works, but I tried to bring here the best I could understand of everything. Last but not least, in this story it is strictly forbidden not to have fun! Use it as your entertainment time. That's what I'm doing here, trying to elicit reactions and feelings from you that entertain you.

Word Count: 2.185

On March 3, 1969, the US Navy established an elite school for the top one percent of its pilots. Its purpose was to teach the lost art of aerial combat and ensure that the handful of men and women who graduated were the best fighter pilots in the world.

They succeeded.

Today, the Navy calls it Fighter Weapons School. The fyers call it: Top Gun.

ᴜss ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ ʀ. ғᴏʀᴅ (ᴄᴠɴ-78) — ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴᴀ, ᴠᴀ

“This is War Party. Communicating with Carrier Air Wing 8,” Rooster reported on the radio.

"AJ listening. No sign of enemies", came a woman's voice.

"Contacting the cockpit." He was moving some buttons on his F/A-18F Super Hornet.

"Captain Holmes speaking. Get down, Rooster. Inspection for today is over." The captain's firm voice invaded the cabin.

“The Squads may be under the radar, sir".

“You've been flying over for almost two hours now. Your fuel is running low and there's no way for us to predict what time it will show up. If they are there, there is no intention of attack. Go back to the aircraft carrier, Rooster".

Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw was flying over the Pacific Ocean on a typical Golden Warriors routine inspection. A few months ago, the Iranian squadron Squads threatened to fly over American territory and they were tasked with monitoring every step. So far, there have been no interceptions, but they were in the area.

Rooster had a feeling that that day would be D-Day. Two weeks ago, the Squads decided to fly under the radar and could get close to the coast, in Oceana Beach.

"Follow your instincts, Bradley," his mother's voice echoed in his mind. She had always known that he tended to avoid disobeying orders and to act with his heart. Bradley would rather be safe than right. Despite looking at the photo of his mother, father and himself taped to the side of the digital display, he decided which would be best.

"Affirmative. War Party returning".

He guided his squadron back over the still waters of the ocean. However, after ten minutes, he noticed a smoke signal.

"Smoke signal at nine o'clock!" He listened on his radio. "Missile at a speed of 30 km/h. Collision time: less than 45 seconds".

"Reverse maneuver!" Rooster roared.

He immediately flew the F-18 down with two more planes as two gained altitude. The missile chased the planes overhead for a few kilometers before they managed to outrun it, losing altitude and crashing into the sea.

"Object overboard." One of them said relieved.

“Don't breathe, guys. I think it's not over yet".

Rooster had barely finished speaking when a fighter appeared on his radar from the opposite direction, quickly picking up speed. He launched bait and weaponry in the enemy direction and began a cloud chase.

"Rooster, we need to fight back!" a pilot advised.

"He just wants to scare us. There is no necessity".

"He attacked us, man! What other sign do you want?"

"Let's wait. I will not put your lives in danger".

They fought off the foreign pilot who still hadn't moved a step to attack them again. Maybe he really didn't want to attack. It was just a warning for them to stop being suspicious. If they wanted to attack months earlier they would have done so.

“Rooster!" The captain's voice startled Bradley. "Get back to the aircraft carrier! You're running out of fuel!"

"Permission to attack, sir!" a pilot asked.

“Declined. He is playing with you and you are falling like ducklings in a pond. Come back now!"

"Affirmative!" they all said in unison.

On the way back to the ship, one of the pilots decided to highlight his opinion:

“We'll end up dead one day because of your fear, Rooster".

Bradley took a deep breath as he tightened his grip on the small steering wheel. He knew that caution never hurt. He had no one to turn to. He no longer had a family or a girlfriend. But his colleagues did. And that was enough for him to understand that he was always right to hold back his instincts to protect them. And somehow that led him straight to Top Gun.

ᴜss ᴀʙʀᴀʜᴀᴍ ʟɪɴᴄᴏʟɴ (ᴄᴠɴ-72) — ʟᴇᴍᴏᴏʀᴇ, ᴄᴀ

"NG contacting Ugly". Hangman and the other pilots heard it on the radio.

"Ugly on the wire. Hangman talking."

“We're in sight of an F-4 Phantom II twenty miles away.

"Understood." Hangman grinned and increased the speed of his F/A-18A/C Hornet. "Let's go!"

"Be careful. It's a Russian fossil. But it still remains Russian." Captain Davin's voice echoed through the cabins.

Hangman knew what he was dealing with. An F-4 Phantom II has not been produced since 1981. However, as it became the most produced American supersonic military aircraft in history and cemented its position as an iconic Cold War fighter plane, many countries still had it.

He didn't know that Russia still cherished that old stuff. Germany, Japan and the United States itself had their reasons for maintaining the tradition. But not Russia. If they put that old junk to fly, they knew the pilots would underestimate it.

And, as much as Hangman really was underestimating it, he knew he couldn't play with a Russian enemy. Who was he kidding? It is clear that he was better than the Russian pilots! He was Hangman, damn it!

“Listen, we have two options here," he said victoriously as he approached the jet. “You can turn around and maybe we can drink Kvass together someday. Or... you can stay where you are and we'll get you right. Please choose the second option".

"You talk too much," the pilot teased with a thick accent. "And I prefer vodka."

"Your choice."

Hangman let out another one of his huge grins and lunged towards him, not waiting for his teammates to follow. The Russian tried to defend itself with some even impressive maneuvers for an old fighter, but Hangman was light years faster.

"Hangman, wait for us!" a member of the Vigilantes demanded.

“We don't have all day, man. Leave it with me."

“Of course, as if you'd ever let us do anything." another pilot mocked.

"It's not my fault they can't keep up with me."

"One day your ego will let us down, Hangman!"

"Perhaps. But while that's here, you'll see me do this..."

Hangman reached the front of the F-4 and released the weapon, which hit the left wing. The pilot tried to stabilize, but Hangman attacked the right wing. The plane left smoke behind and soon the engines failed. There was a three-second delay between the explosion and the Russian's ejection.

“Gentlemen, this is how you slaughter a fossil."

Hangman celebrated with a hearty laugh, not minding their ironic comments and eye rolls. That was Hangman. He did what needed to be done. He had enough agility, experience and confidence to go to the front line. He knew that even though his colleagues criticized him for always taking the lead, they were grateful for staying out of harm's way.

"Now, let's have a Vodka."

Lack of sense of danger led him to Top Gun.

ᴜss ᴀʙʀᴀʜᴀᴍ ʟɪɴᴄᴏʟɴ (ᴄᴠɴ-72) — ʟᴇᴍᴏᴏʀᴇ, ᴄᴀ

"Flying over Iraq, sir. Permission to attack." Phoenix asked Commander Barr.

"Permission granted."

Phoenix and Storm were under air ban. This used pre-emptive tactical bombing and strafing against enemy targets that were not an immediate threat in order to delay, interrupt or prevent further enemy engagement of friendly forces. At that moment, Iraq was an enemy on the rise.

“Talk to me, Storm."

“I heard on the radio that the Vigilantes had a kill."

"Fuck! Their ego must now be the size of the Statue of Liberty". She complained, shaking her head. "What was the enemy?"

“A Russian F-4". Storm laughed and Phoenix followed suit. “I know, a fossil."

“I wish our scales would meet sometime. I have countless jokes in my head."

“Keep it to yourself, Phoenix." The captain's voice sounded in the cockpit. “Commander Davin briefed me on what you did last stopover. And I'm not happy at all."

That had been unprofessional and perhaps childish, but it was a lot of fun. Phoenix and Storm hacked into VFA-151's radio line as they returned from an inspection. They broadcast an entire episode of Maria do Bairro. Until that day they still had a good laugh with their desperation to hang up.

“I know we weren't the only ones laughing at this, Commander." Storm commented and he was silent for a while. They'd known him long enough to know he didn't like the Vigilantes either.

“Follow the AI."

"As you wish, sir." Phoenix nodded.

They put the feuds aside and dropped the bombs over the Iraqi terrain, making a quick dash for the nearest border. They had accomplished the mission. They had left a message to the terrorist organizations. Now they just needed to get back to the aircraft carrier.

Everything would have gone well if a missile had not chased them across the region of Iran. Phoenix managed to lose him, crashing him into a mountain. However, a fighter jet appeared amid the cloudy skies of the Middle East.

“It's a bad day for rain." Storm complained.

She turned inside the cockpit and saw that the fighter was rapidly gaining speed and preparing to attack again.

“Phoenix! Do that thing!"

"Are you sure?"

"Stop this guy's muzzle."

That was the confirmation Phoenix needed. She invested in speed and gradually increased altitude until she made a 180° turn. The F-18's nose pierced some clouds and was soon behind the enemy fighter.

“Fuck, that's horrible… I don't know how I became a pilot." Storm commented holding her belly.

“Because you're crazy enough not to give up on anything." Phoenix said with a smile. "Throw the ammo."

"Right!"

Storm took aim at the jet and unleashed the weaponry on it. That pilot had a lot of skill, she admitted. She managed to dodge them all. Phoenix remained in pursuit and on the attack until the enemy decided to retreat. He was losing altitude and they let him go. There wasn't enough reason to continue combat on an AI.

"Fast Eagle, report." The commander appeared again.

"AI performed successfully. Interception without casualties. Enemy retreated." Phoenix reported calmly.

“You did the thing."

"Yes, I did." She smiled as she confirmed. That was her trademark.

"Storm didn't throw up this time?"

"I'm completely fine, Commander!" Storm erupted half pissed half humorously. "You could try that maneuver one of these days. I know your hair would stand on end."

Commander Barr was bald.

“Don't make me punish you for disrespect. I still haven't forgotten the little joke with the 151."

He tried to keep his tone steady, but they knew he was struggling not to laugh along with them. As Commander, Barr had a reputation to uphold. A laugh could make him approachable and that couldn't happen.

“Good work, girls."

“By the AI or the prank?” Phoenix teased once more.

"Get back to the carrier right now. Barr closing."

"Affirmative" they replied in unison.

“Oh, and girls?" He spoke again after five minutes of silence. “I hope you don't piss off the Admirals at Miramar."

"What? That's it...?" Phoenix felt his heart miss beats for the first time that day.

"We fucking go to Top Gun!" Storm cheered.

Commander Barr would never confess that that pair of Black Aces pilots was his favorite. He would also never say that the reason they were chosen wasn't just their skills, which were exceptional. Phoenix wasn't afraid to use a risky maneuver and maintained control under pressure. Storm was an excellent gunner and with far-reaching sense of space.

However, the real reason they were chosen was their boldness. They feared neither danger nor authority. And, as much as he punished them, he couldn't help liking this duo. Top Gun needed their boldness.

"God help them." The commander sighed.

ғʀᴇsɴᴏ, ᴄᴀ

He watched the city below. It was still waking up, turning off its lights to utilize natural sunlight. The warm breeze hit him hard in the face and the scent of dew filled his nostrils.

So he jumped.

The wind and gravity hit him mercilessly in a drop of one hundred meters at a speed of 20 km/h. He needed this, the adrenaline coursing through his veins, flooding his entire being. The emotions at work were no longer satisfying him. It was too calm for him. He needed danger everywhere to feel alive.

He felt the rope rebound on his body and soon he was climbing again. And falling again.

He watched the fighters return to Naval Air Station Lemoore. He was supposed to be there coming back or leaving. He deserved it. He was too good.

"Fucking suspension!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

His lack of a sense of danger was not a problem for the Navy. He was the problem. His extremism led people to death. A whole team.

For that reason, he hadn't joined Top Gun.

Yet.

#top gun fandom #top gun maverick #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw #hangman x phoenix #hangman top gun #glen powell #top gun phoenix #natasha trace #monica barbaro #hannix drabble #top gun fic

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jennyboom21 · 7 months

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As a football fan, it’s not uncommon to see big NFL stars date celebrities. When I was growing up in Pittsburgh, the Steelers’ quarterback Terry Bradshaw dated figure skater JoJo Starbuck. That was such a big deal at the time. For a brief period, they were the "it couple."

Now, that pairing seems so simple.

A few years ago quarterback Russell Wilson, when he was with the Seattle Seahawks, married global singing superstar Ciara. Before their nuptials, it was Tom Brady, who of course married supermodel Gisele Bündchen. Sadly, the two divorced last year. Then, Brady made big headlines in late summer with rumors he was dating another model, Irina Shayk.

That pairing seems so simple now.

This weekend, the Miami Dolphins scored 70 points in their win against the Denver Broncos, whose quarterback is Wilson. Presumably, Wilson was consoled by his famous wife after that embarrassing defeat. The Dolphins had a total offense of 726 yards, just nine yards short of the NFL's all-time record set by the Los Angeles Rams way back in 1951.

During any other weekend, the Dolphins's history-making win would dominate sports news, and spill into general news as well, because wins and yardage like that are unheard of, even in a league where high passing and high-scoring games are the norm.

Also on Sunday night, the plane carrying my beloved Steelers was forced to land in Kansas City, Mo., on their way back from Las Vegas after defeating the Raiders. That, too, would be huge sports news and general news, but alas, the emergency landing in Kansas City wasn't the biggest thing to even happen in that city on Sunday.

Earlier in the day, Taylor Swift appeared in a private box at Arrowhead Stadium in Kansas City, to watch the Chiefs manhandle the Chicago Bears 41-10. Presumably, Swift wasn’t there as a Chiefs fan or to watch the action. She was there to watch her new beau, the Chiefs's tight-end, Travis Kelce — who scored a touchdown probably just to show off. Images of Swift cheering and screaming for Kelce in that private box with his family almost crashed social media.

Is Swift dating Kelce? Well, who knows, and you might say, who cares? But, a lot of the world cares, to put it bluntly. Starbuck, Ciara, and Gisele pale in comparison to the enormity of Swift. If Swift decided to date a tree, that tree would become a top tourist destination.

It’s called the Swift effect; similar it seems to the Oprah effect. Everything Swift touches turns to gold. Swift walked hand-in-hand with Kelce out of Arrowhead Stadium Sunday after the game, and since then, sales of Kelce’s #87 Chiefs’ jersey have soared over 400 percent, according to TMZ.

This relationship between Swift and Kelce – whatever or however long it is – has also caused the interwebs to almost crash. Young women and young gay men around the world are Googling “Travis Kelce” to find out all they can about Swift’s new hunk of a football player boyfriend – or acquaintance?

Similarly, many of the gay “Swifties” I know were reaching out to me on Sunday about Kelce. They know I’m a football fan, so they had many questions for me; Is Kelce any good Where is he from? Who are the Chiefs? Is he a homophobe?

Kelce is good, in fact, he’s one of the best tight ends in the NFL. Kelce has an older brother, Jason who plays for the Philadelphia Eagles. Their mother Donna has become somewhat of a celebrity herself. During the Super Bowl last year, where Travis’s team the Chiefs beat Jason's team, the Eagles, Donna was all over the place. The ultimate football mother. Happy for one son. Sad for the other. And now? After her picture alongside Swift ran wild over social media and the news on Sunday, Mrs. Kelce is the third biggest and current global superstar, behind Taylor and Travis.

As a side note, and for those who are obsessed with garnering as much knowledge about Kelce as they can get, this year’s Super Bowl win was his second win; the first being in 2020 when Kelce and the Chiefs defeated the San Francisco 49ers.

The Kelce brothers are creating a cottage industry for themselves. They have their own podcast, New Heights with Jason and Travis Kelce, and they have a documentary, Kelce, on Prime Video that is more about Jason, with Travis making frequent appearances. It’s actually pretty good, even if you’re not a football fan. Not to be outdone by his brother, Travis had a reality show on E! called Catching Kelce, that featured 50 women from 50 states in a dating competition. I guess Taylor decided to wait until the dust cleared with that many women pining for Kelce?

There’s no doubt in the world that every Swifty is downloading all the episodes of that The Bachelor riff, so that they can find out how to catch Kelce too, or about how Swift caught Kelce.

Finally, Travis Kelce is anything but a homophobe. Kelce told Outsports at the 2017 Pro Bowl (this is the game that features the NFL’s best players) that he’d support a gay teammate. “Anybody in this world [can play]. I’m comfortable with who I am and I expect everyone to be comfortable with who they are. I respect people for their views and opinions.”

And here’s a story about why you can love Kelce even if you’re not a Swifty or even a Gaylor — which is a subgroup of Swift fans who believe Taylor Swift is actually queer. In July, Bud Light released a commercial starring Kelce. In any other year, that wouldn’t raise an eyebrow, but we all know what happened with Bud Light in April with the Dylan Mulvaney imbroglio, and Bud Light’s inexcusable reaction to the extreme right boycotting the beer.

In the face of that boycott, by angry cisgender straight white men who were shooting cans of Bud Light or pouring them down the drain, Kelce metaphorically flipped them the bird by swigging the beer. And for his bravery and f-you attitude towards the narrow-minded, they retaliated by calling for a boycott of Kelce and by calling him "woke." (How do you boycott a human being, let alone one that is 6’5” and weighs 250 pounds?) Kelce could have cared less about what they thought of him endorsing Bud Light. In fact, he was seen drinking the beer at a golf tournament soon after the ad was released.

This week, Kelce released a video announcing his partnership with Pfizer as part of an educational campaign to remind people to get their flu and COVID-19 vaccine shots, preferably at the same time. In his Instagram video, Kelce says, “With my schedule, saving time is key. The CDC says you can get this season’s updated COVID-19 shot when you get your flu shot if you’re due for both. That’s why I got two shots in one stop! Ask your doctor or pharmacist if it would be right for you. You can also visit CDC’s vaccines.gov to learn more and schedule an appointment.”

As you can imagine, the anti-vaxxers and the extreme right are horrified that Kelce is endorsing the same "phooey" and hawking the same “poisons” that their number one vaxxing nemesis Dr. Fauci championed. For his efforts, Kelce is a champion too.

Finally, Kelce hosted Saturday Night Live earlier this year after winning the Super Bowl, and appeared in a memorable sketch with Bowen Yang as his “Straight Male Friend,” as Yang's character seeks some balance after being the one gay guy in a group of straight women.

While the world tries to dissect Kelce in every imaginable way possible, as they scoop up his jersey in record numbers, we can take some solace in the fact that Kelce will have no problem with queer Swifties or even the Gaylors.

One of my gay Swifty friends asked me what the story is with Travis's hunky brother Jason. I was sorry to tell him that he is happily married to his wife Kylie, and that they have three young daughters who will be the envy of young girls worldwide some day soon, when they get a new Aunt Taylor.

#Gaylor swift x gay media #Gaylor swift x Travis kelce x the advocate #stunts and shows #promance #merkins and beards #gaylor swift x msm

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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Also, imagine either or both of you running your hands through each other's hair and massaging each other's scalp while reading together with Finn! We know he loves to bury his hand in hair, so...

The moaning he'd let out...

Maybe the books get abandoned soon... No one minds.

But even if you do keep to just reading books, it is an added comfort for you both, something to let you know that even though you are both wrapped up in different worlds, you are there with each other. Neither of you are lonely. Both of you are loved.

-💚

omg my beloved anon-

sometimes i forget that video exists, but then i remember

and i loose it

finn loves to bury his hand in your hair. he loves to have a hold on you and hear your sweet moans when he tugs on it, or scratches it in that particular way. it goes the exact same for you and his hair. it’s both a comfort and ninety nine percent of the time leads to sex, but who’s complaining!

thank you so much for this wonderful thot my beloved anon! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #💚 anon #walt finn finnegan

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philtstone · 1 year

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one line, any fic

rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

i was tagged by my beloved @firstelevens many weeks ago and have finally gotten a chance to do this! i actually dont think i know 10 people on here but for what its worth @birdhapley @foolgobi65 @ewoktreehouse @flyinghome-againstthewind @ygrittebardots @sennenrose @rebellconquerer and @tllgrrl please feel free to have fun with this!! anyway here goes, picked mostly at random because i didnt know where to start so there’s definitely some recency bias at work here ...

hopeful (mcu)

“Hey!” Sam shifts forward, hands aloft, and pins Bucky with another look. He looks mulish, a strange cross between scared and pissed. “First of all, let’s all speak English so Sam can understand. Second, it is the ass end of midnight. No Russian catfights allowed after eleven.”

like the wild geese (mcu)

“You won’t vibe with their political drama,” Bucky says, rocking his head back and forth and picking up the orange juice bottle where Sam had earlier slammed it into the kitchen counter, peering into it with vague interest. “I’m a weirdo commie bastard. I don’t think the greatest minds of Earth are coming together on this one, Sam.”

heavily, the low sky raining (anne of green gables)

“Eat,” says Marilla. Then she says, “now see here, Anne Shirley. There’s always something to do. You can either figure it out and do it, or you can sit around feeling sorry for yourself.” She pauses, for the first time looking rather unsure of herself, and then puts one arm around Anne’s shoulders in a well-practiced motion. “You’ve always been a bright girl, Anne. Matthew said -- well, we both knew you’d be up to some real important things, one day. Sometimes it just takes a little longer to do the figuring out, if that makes sense.”

when the weather gets hot (outlander)

“I dinna think faery queens fart in their sleep, Sassenach.”

in the deep forest green (outlander)

There are streaks of silver in her hair that glimmer almost invisibly where the light from the window catches them. And there is something grounded about her, earth-hewn and solid and unchangeable, that had not existed in the nineteen year old girl who once told him she loved him.

come the clear clouds of summer (bbc’s the musketeers)

“Domesticity,” says Aramis, with twinkling eyes, himself only newly acquainted with the word, as the distinctive soldier-marching tones of Madame d’Artagnan paint a vivid picture of exactly how the good Captain will suffer for his forgetfulness.

just to hear the nightbird singin’ (star wars)

“I would ninety-nine percent rather be kissing your neck than driving right now, Leia. Happy?”

She ignores the use of her given name, which precludes Han’s recent and irritating ability to preternaturally know when something’s wrong with her. Nothing’s wrong, Leia thinks. Outside of like, the obvious -- but that’s been wrong for a few years now, and anyway, Luke’s in the same boat. They’re all in the same boat. Van. Whatever.

summertime (mcu)

“Knives on a good man, I mean.” Her friend Emily in high school (she wonders what has happened to Emily, Now) had all these elaborate fantasies about bad boys with switchblades and hearts of gold. Sarah doesn’t think Bucky falls into the bad category much. Domestically competent partner with heart of gold, she amends. And maybe some baggage.

and there’s a keepsake my mother gave me (mcu)

“I’m very clearly not trying to ambush you,” says Gamora, padding the rest of the way out of the hall’s shadows and standing in front of Nebula, tall above her. Her hair is loose, spilling over her shoulders, her movements similarly fluid. Nebula’s mods can pick up the clinging scents of the abandoned party on her sister, the sweat and leather and fruity cocktail and hard tequila that Rocket calls child’s play, and something of Quill’s terrible cologne. She scowls.

love, squeeze, don’t tease (mcu)

“It’ll be fine, Sarah,” she tells the droopy shapes of trees flanking the path in a low-pitched, poor imitation of said brother, “we got this aaall sorted. Just get this top secret magical object past some crazy mercenaries, the sworn enemy of the Wakandan Royal Guard, a bunch of blown up GRC checkpoints and the whole-ass swamp. No ma’am, you haven’t a drop of miss magic in you. Plain as your mama’s grits since birth. Now you’re playing secret agent and talking to a giant wolf in the middle of the dark.”

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leol. beloved. that ace drawing left me in tatters. i cannot recover. (not that i wish too). but either way i am frothing at the mouth right now because of him. please draw him like that again. you are such an incredible artist. thank you for such an amazing contribution to this fandom. i hope this goes down in one piece fan work history.

OH MY GOODNESS.. THANK U SO MUACH this is soooo sweet teehee hes ninety nine percent of wat i draw anyway and ive got more ace wips cooking so dont u worry ^_____^ :heart hands emoji:

#hugs u so tenderly.. thank u.. will be thnkng abt this ask for the rest of tha week..#ace & deuce r my number ones of all time so yall will be seeings lots and lots and lots of them #LUV UUUUUUUU

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saebaragi · 5 months

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ranking nine percent's to the nines album just because

this was so hard to rank omg

#7: RULEBREAKER

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first of all, sorry i didnt put the music video, is cuz this is focused on the song, the music video is distracting ok! i was surprised myself that i ranked this #7, i love rulebreaker very much and i'm sure she would be higher here if zhengting had more lines. just kidding (or not), i'm obssessed with rulebreaker, i mean it, don't get me wrong, the only reason shes last is cuz the other songs are just that good. i think rulebreaker is really special and the perfect title track for their debut

#6: GOOD THINGS

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this one also surprised me while i was making the rank! i ove good things, shes so sprecious i don't know what i would do with my life if she didnt existed! i love my nine vocalists!! my boys can sing!!!

#5: EI喔EI喔

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i think this one is c-fans favourite cuz shes the only one i can still listen to on spotify cuz i found this account that shares songs that are popular on douyin. if thats the care, i see their vision, ei oh ei oh is a great song with a refreshing summer vibe that is just so adictive and mesmerizing

#4: 离不开

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talking about songs with distracting music videos, this one is so emotional... is a shame zhengting doesnt have more lines, i'm convinced iqiyi hatewd giving my boy lines, but is whatever ig, shes a really good ballad and i love her

#3: 一起跳舞吧

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i have no words to describe my feelings for this one, shes iconic, shes exciting, shes fun, i used to put her on my alarm when i had to wake up early for therapy and it was really cool to wake up to so much good energy

#2: I NEED A DOCTOR

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best ballad in the world, queen of the iconic bridges, miss mesmerizing music video, really, i could have putted the mv here but lets not lose focus i can talk abou i need a doctor musicvideo some other time, for now lets talk about how geniously she was constructed, xukun's intro edited like that starts the song already very heavenly, then we have yanjun's beautiful voice right after????? urgh shes (i need a doctor) is historic!!! and dont even let me get started on the brigde, is just too good, sometimes i can't believe this song is real

#1: 了不起的9%

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friends and non-friends HER!!!!! as the name of the song implies, this is nine percent being extraordinary, this is nine percent being amazing, this is nine percent showing what they were here for!! i'm very addicted to justin and zhangjing's voices in here, and zhengting opening the brigde is always a promising formula. i love listening to her at the gym cuz it makes me forget that i actually hate the gym and also she never fails to give me a energy boost

[breaking news!] i think we as a society were so much better with nine percent, like, 2018-2019 was the best years of my life, you think is a coincidence? i don't think so. even if iqiyi was kinda homophobic for not giving them more songs i stilll treasure this 7 little ones with my whole being and i'm happy and proud of my 9 boys for all they accomplished since then (and if i wake up in the middle of the night wanting to scream and cry "nine percent pls come back to me" that's like, unrelated)

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sectumsemprae · 2 years

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Danger days was probably the first album I was old enough to experience, when nanana came out I was with my beloved friend Cate on MSN and we cried and promised ourselves we were going to see mcr together and it was so emotional. These songs mean a lot to me. I don’t care about what the others say, that the album was washed out comparing to the others, that it was not them. Nine of that is true to me. It was always and will always be MCR. I will sing Bulletproof heart at the top of my lungs. I will cry with Summertime. And with Kids of Yesterday. Party Poison is such a good fucking song. And the B sides too like are you kidding Zero Percent is a fucking banger. I hate this gratuitous slander of a great fuckin album just because it doesn’t have the emo goth aesthetic everyone was used to. It had so many fucking bangers

Now it 5am this post is full of typos probably bit I don’t care good fcking night

#personal

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ilopisara · 3 months

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16.01. 22:26 | Ilo Pisara vs Mulano Stylos 6 - 5

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, let's break down the circus act that just unfolded on ice. Our beloved Ilo Pisara squeaked by with a 6-5 victory over Mulano Stylos – it was like watching a bunch of penguins trying to fly; messy but somehow they pulled off something resembling grace. Teppo Winnipeg, our "Puck Moving Magician," apparently thought he was playing hot potato out there with five assists! But defense? With those numbers (60.00), I've seen better walls made of wet tissue paper. And four penalty minutes? Teppo, my grandmother has more discipline at bingo night! Yuri Tarde – what can I say? A playmaker or a daydreamer? Five points are impressive until you realize his defensive rating is as inflated as my Aunt Marge’s holiday decorations. Sixty-four percent pass completion... Yuri must have been aiming for the popcorn guy in row Z. Macho Fantastico lived up to half his name today - 'Fantastico' because he scored all five goals including the game-winner! Macho though... not so much when you're avoiding hits like they’re cooties from your first-grade crush. And Jani Saari between the pipes… well, calling him Swiss cheese would be an insult to holes everywhere. Nine saves on fourteen shots?! My friend's blind cat could’ve accidentally stopped more rubber than that! But hey, we won! So pop some corks but remember: next time bring me less clown car antics and more cold-blooded execution or else we'll end up being remembered as gloriously inconsistent as Wi-Fi in an elevator shaft.

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tokiz23 · 1 year

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Scrapped FGO fanservant

Virgil- ★★

Lawful Good

Class-Caster

Bio:

One of Rome’s most beloved poets in the Augustan period. He famously wrote Eclogues, Georgics, and The Aeneid despite his perfectionism. The Aeneid was a continuation of The Odyssey and follows Trojan hero Aeneas reaching the city fated to be the birthplace of Romulus and Remus. Despite the Aeneid was intended as a propaganda piece for the Roman Empire and Augustus, it was incredibly popular even as Rome converted into Catholicism.

Stats:

Strength: D

Agility: D

Luck: A

Endurance: D

NP: C

Mana: C

Noble Phantasm:

Potentia Amoris- Shall we admire the farmland and the bees?

-an image of a peaceful meadow as Virgil writes down a piece of poetry during the sunset-

Gain Critical Stars [increases with Overcharge]. Cleanses all Debuffs from the party and gives Status immunity to all allies.

NP1/NP2- Status Immunity for one turn NP3/NP4: Status Immunity for 2 turns NP5: Status Immunity for 3 turns.

Skill 1-Perfectionism EX: Increase NP gauge. Lv 10: 100%

Skill 2- Roman Morale A+: Gains Immunity to buff removal for 1 turn. If ally is Roman: Increase ally's ATK (1 turn). Lv.10 50% ATK UP.

Skill 3- Virtuous of the Damned A: Defense Down for all [Evil] alignment enemies and increase [Divine] allies NP damage while [Demerit] applying target focus to self for one turn.

Lv 10: 30 percent defense down for [Evil] enemies.

[Divine] NP damage increase by 20 percent.

Append skills

Anti-Berserker (ATK UP)

Bond Ce: My Final Choice

-an image of the Nine Circles of Hell described in The Divine Comedy-

Increases all allies attack against [Evil] enemies by 15 percent whenever [Virgil] is on the field.

"For several centuries, I suffered in the first Circle of Hell due to my pagan upbringing. I once helped a necromancer raise a ghost from the darkest pit of the Inferno. I finally decided to aid Peter of Paradiso to serve as a guide for the lost souls who wandered here. Honestly, there are very few pagan Romans that Peter offered an alliance to. Even the devoted and religious are surprisingly not uncommon to find in the Inferno. That poet has rather problematic views of his non-Catholic contemporaries.

Regardless, I made a suggestion that my time is best suited serving for Alaya instead of Paradiso. Alaya turning against you is something unimaginable, isn't it?"

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bryant30sigmon · 2 years

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