#so fast forward to the future he's gonna pay it forward

[simpleeindulge]

That’s my girl.

Info: Fem/readerxEustass Kid, cussing, nightlife setting, semi-slow burn, future nsfw, 1st meetings, suggestive themes, Pan/Kid, there will be 18+ martial in coming parts! Context: Kid was some action, but he's feeling particular tonight. He finds what he wants, but he's gonna have to work for it.

Part 1.

The Kid Pirates docked at an island known for its rowdy nightlife. They reached the port in the late afternoon after a month at sea. Most of the standard shopping was done, with more that could be completed the next day.

While a priority, restocking the ship is not anywhere on Kid’s mind. What he needed was some action. The moment the sun started setting, Kid headed out with a few crew members to the red light district. The streets were lively with music, lights, and the sounds of laughter from the brothels.

Kid smugly walked past the sweet calls of the prostitutes and entered a club. He didn't care how his crew got off, but Kid always got his pleasure without paying. As he moved to a spot that looked good for drinking, he noticed a few promising possibilities. A curvy woman there, a slender guy there, yes, the possibilities felt endless.

It depended on what he was feeling tonight.

Heat and Wire left to sit closer to the stages where girls danced. Killer had followed him, but something caught his interest before he sat. With a nod to his buddy, Kid settled down in his dark corner and watched the crowd as he drank. A few of the women and men working at the club sat with him to drink and play around, but none of them were right.

Kid felt feisty, and he needed someone who could match his energy.

"Haha! Looks like someone is getting too grabby with Y/N!" A cute, chubby girl he had his metal arm around giggled.

Her comment alerted the other club workers at the table and a tall man with dark skin chuckled as he said, "That customer is in for a nasty surprise if he thinks Y/N is going to put up with him."

The rest of the table chuckled as Kidd raised a brow and took a gulp of his beer. He sighed and wiped his mouth. "What are you all snickering at?'

"Look, Captain," a blond spoke up. They pointed at a waitress, who was busy trying to serve drinks at a table. Two of the men kept grabbing at her, but she stayed out of their reach.

"That's Y/N. She mainly works here as a waitress." The blond explains.

"Mainly? She only works as a waitress. Missy thinks she's too good to get a little dirty." The cute, chubby girl scoffed.

"So she's clean?" Kid joked, and the dark man laughed, replying, "As clean as you can be working here. As far as I know, no man has been able to get past her fists."

"Her fists?"

"Just watch," The man said, his white teeth flashing in a grin.

Kid did. He watched as the men tried pulling the woman into their laps. They even waved money at her, but she shook her head. Finally, one of them had enough and stood to wrap his arms around her. The movement was fast, and neither Kid nor the man expected it from her.

Before the man could touch her, she moved swiftly with her elbow back, hitting the man in the side. The one in front moved forward, and she wasted no time swinging her other hand out to punch him in the face. The last man sitting at the table rose to come at her, but she was already ready for him with her fists up and her stance ready.

Quick, simple, precise.

All three men went down, and she walked away after gathering up her tray of empty glasses and bottles.

Kid watched her go as the rest of the table chuckled. Kid took a drink and licked his lips, then moved to get up. He had found his girl for the night. The cute girl he had his arm around sighed and said, “If she doesn't wound your pride too badly, come find me.”

Kid didn't hear her as he focused on his target as she walked back to the bar. The beat of the music was drummed in his veins as his fingers inched to touch her shoulder. But he held back because Kid could see that the woman’s guard was up.

That was fine; he had all night. If he wanted something easy, he could just go back to the table and take both the chubby girl and the dark man to the rooms upstairs.

The woman stopped at the side of the bar to clear her tray when Kid slid in next to her. He grinned at her as she continued her work without acknowledging him.

“Are you always so friendly with your customers?”

The woman sighed and picked up her tray. She moved around Kid, and he let her pass. He waited for her to come back to the spot and she gave him a dirty look but said nothing to him.

“I understand that you don't fuck paying customers.”

She whipped her head at him and glared but still didn't say a word. Kid chuckled and rested his face in his hand as he stared causally at her.

“That’s fine, 'cause I ain't looking to pay.”

“If you think your honesty is charming, it's not.” She finally said.

Kid's grin only grew wider at getting her to speak to him.

“I ain't looking to charm either, I'm looking to fuck.”

“Then go back home and fuck with your hand because no one is going to do a fucking thing without some money and I not touching you.”

She snapped at Kid and walked off to serve more drinks. Kid watched her go, feeling slightly frustrated. Killer happened to find him and thumb over his shoulder at two stage dancers at the other end of the bar.

“Found something you might like, they're ready to go now if you want to join us.”

Kid’s eyes didn't stray from the waitress as she moved through the club.

“Not this time, Killer. I have something else in mind.”

Killer looked to where Kid’s eyes were following, and he shook his head. “That one will be tough.”

“Don't I know it.” Kid said with a laugh. He then glanced at Killer and saw the dancers he had picked up. Nice, very nice.

“You have fun, Killer. I’ll see you later on the ship.”

Killer shrugged and walked away just as the waitress walked up to the bar.

“You should have gone with your friend. The Twins are supposed to be good.”

Kid raised a brow and took a glass of beer off her tray as she was filling it up again. He took a sip with his eyes still leering at her.

“How would you know that if you don't screw around-”

“Word of mouth.” She cut him off and picked up her tray once more. “You should run along, cause I’m not-”

"What time do you get off work, Y/N?"

She paused at the sound of her name coming from his mouth. She frowned and turned to leave when Kid called over to the bartender and shouted at him, "What time does Y/N get off work?"

"She's off in 15 minutes." The man replied without looking at them as he filled a glass with beer.

Kid smirked at Y/N and said cockily. "Good, I can wait that long. Don't think about sneaking off 'cause I can find out where you live."

"Are you crazy! I'm not fucking you!" She shouted at him.

"Yet." Kid said, standing to his full height.

Y/N's eyes travel up and down for possible openings and weak spots. Kid chuckled as he looked down at the woman. She had guts, and he liked that, but even she had to see that she was no match. But that was not how he wanted this to go.

"I want you to drink with me. We'll go somewhere else; there's a spot that I've heard about, The Scrap Yard."

She blinked at him. "That's a fighting ring. I haven't been there for..." Y/N shook her head and sighed. "No."

"The fuck you mean no!" Kid shouted down at her, but Y/N didn't even wince. Her eyes just calmly stared back at him, watching his hands tremble as they inched to grab her, but he held them closed and kept them at his side.

She raised a brow at him as a corner of her mouth ticked up. "I mean, we won't go there. If you're looking for a fight to watch or participate in, I know a better place."

It was Kid's turn to blink at her, and watching his angry red face deflate was amusing. Y/N nodded to where he was sitting and said, "Wait there. I'll drop off these drinks, and then we will leave."

She then turned and started walking off when Kid yelled at her for no reason, "I thought you still had to work!"

The look she tossed back him over her shoulder made Kid suck in his breath. Her eyes shone, and her smug expression as she smiled with her teeth made Kid want to run a lap or punch someone with the explosion of excitement he suddenly felt.

"Fuck it!" She shrugged and walked off with a bit more sway in her hips.

Kid had to let out his breath, and he laughed to himself as he sat back down. Women, I hope I never figure them out.

#eustass kid x reader #kid x y/n #eustass kid x y/n #eustass kid x you #one piece #eustass kid #one piece fanfiction #op fanfic #x reader #eustass captain kidd #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #eustasscaptainkid #eustass x reader #op x reader #op kid #op eustass kid

[breathlessmorro]

I was just wondering how do you feel about Misako and Wu? Especially whatever they have going on in cannon

Do you guys get the joke?

Alright so it's no secret that I'm actually a fan of Misako and view her as a complex character that suffers from terrible writing and misogyny both in the fandom and in the team that works on NinjaGo. The love triangle between her, Wu, and Garmadon is a whole MESS -

That being said, I don't mind either Wusako or Garmasako as a ship. I think both have interesting aspects and can be done really well if they're handled correctly. The drama of being torn between two brothers, who are the physical embodiments of Creation and Destruction??? I'd pay to watch that spin off, not gonna lie.

On the one hand, you have Garmadon. Cursed since childhood to turn evil. Alienated by his father because of his curse, Garmadon makes an effort to overcome the evil in his veins whilst embracing the heritage of his element. He fights for NinjaGo's peace and safety, even if he knows that in due time, he may come to threaten it himself. All of this, and he falls for this beautiful, intelligent woman. Who chooses to keep him in her life regardless of his doomed fate. He loves her, and he would do anything for her.

Then there's Wu. The second son. Not the heir, but responsible for his downfall regardless. He's forced to watch as his beloved older brother gets shunned by their father for something he truly cannot help. Has to deal with favoritism, and how it affects the person he's closest to. He tries to branch out, to do good for his realm, to teach and take in those that need him. He brings up a son, a reckless little boy with power over the wind, and thinks he can give him a better future, only to ruin that too. Then his brother introduces him to a beautiful girl, whose intelligence rivals his own. She can outmatch his Spinjitzu, and she got a mind of her own.

Neither brother knows that they both admire her. She's torn between them both.

I think Misako's mindset is genuine in the sense that she loves and cares for both brothers. She's torn between two halves of the balance, loyal to the path of good, but drawn regardless to destruction and darkness. I think she chose Garmadon because he made the first move (not really, that was Wu but Garmadon stole his thunder), and it took the pressure off of her shoulders to choose for herself.

That being said - when Garmadon is banished, and she has to give up her son to keep her family safe from the prophecy of the Green Ninja, I think she loses hope. Not her feelings, but the hope that one day Garmadon will come home, and they can have their family again. That's why she starts to lean towards Wu when they're reunited. Old feelings rise up so fast, and she's helpless to her heart's desires.

Then Garmadon comes back, and she doesn't have to choose again. She can have her family, and that doesn't erase her torn feelings, but it settles them. For now.

Until she learns that the very reason she chose Garmadon, despite his evil and his inevitable fate, was a lie. That if Garmadon hadn't been who he was, she would have chosen his brother.

Misako realizes she has to make the choice for herself now. Because waiting for someone to step forward hurt her - hurt the elements she came to love - hurt her son. It tore her family apart, and drove a stake between the brothers. She never wanted them to fight over her, so she finally makes her choice - to refuse to choose.

TL;Dr: ... I feel a lot of things lol

#breathless speaks #misako garmadon #sensei wu #master wu #master garmadon #sensei garmadon #lord garmadon #garsako #garsako ninjago #wusako #wusako ninjago

[lunawritingspaceoxoxxx]

Hello I hate doing this.

Midway January of this year, I was living with four other people who were in entangled in their own issues and it would get to the point where I felt unsafe. I had called my parents, who I haven’t spoken to in over six years, begging them to allow me to move in and which they gave me a list of rules and I gladly accepted them. They had my third oldest brother drive back home since I do not have my license and once we arrived, we went out for drinks and once we came back, he berated me for over an hour bringing me to tears. Basically saying that I was just a lazy, spoiled child who wanted everything and that wasn’t the case, I just wanted a family that would actually listen to me.

While I was staying with my parents, it took me over a month to find a job and it was the heb 30 minutes away from me and I was excited because I’ve worked at heb before, but it was part time so I was typically working on two to three days a week. That’s just how grocery stores work, but fast forward a couple of weeks later and my mom is in a major accident, flipping her car and breaking her spine along with major damages to herself. At that point, my father knew he couldn’t help me anymore and my second oldest brother offered that I moved in with him. But prior to the accident, my father and I spoke about how I would need to help them in the future, claiming that I would have to be their caregiver which I told him that wouldn’t be the case because I do not plan on staying here forever. I only wanted to get my license and save up for another apartment.

So I got transfer to an heb closer to my brother’s job after a month of silence. During that month I was off, my brother and I came to the agreement that I would pay him 250 for the rent, which I agreed to. He also stated about gas money which I assumed that would be included into the rent. Until it wasn’t, his girlfriend had texted me last week asking when I can pay them their gas money back and I had asked her, why? I already paid y’all 250 for the month and that’s when I was informed that gas money wasn’t included and each trip would be 5 dollars but here’s the catch, if my second oldest brother had to leave the house. It would count as one trip and the trip back was another 5 dollars and I told her that I feel like you’re taking advantage of me because I get paid weekly and at this point I was trying to reduce my debts and I was able to finally get groceries for once. Groceries take a massive chunk of my money because what I do is absolutely energy draining and I go through food like it’s nothing. It lead us to getting into a massive argument and I told him that it’s not right and that since he doesn’t want to teach me how to drive the end of his bargain is useless. Driving school for an adult is close to a grand, I already have bad driving anxiety and this wasn’t helping me. I also asked him if I wanted to be taught how to drive, would you charge me gas money and he said yes. I wouldn’t win in this situation, so I was like I’m gonna cool off and then we’ll talk more and then this man texted me saying that I would need to pay an additional 65 dollars because his girlfriend’s mom will not pay for the WiFi anymore and that’s 130 dollars.

I told him give me until the 15th of May to find another place to live because I’m not gonna sit here and allow you to take advantage of me. He had also mentioned off handed that once I did get my license, I would put him and his girlfriend on my insurance because they’re not legal anymore. Both of them have no licenses and got into wrecks beforehand. I have two options, I can rent out an Airbnb for a couple of months or I can put a deposit down on a room. I truly don’t expect much help, but even sharing this would make me happy. I want to be able to write again without the fear of being homeless because my second oldest brother just takes and takes until you’re nothing in his eyes. This situation has caused me to slip back into harmful ideology and I’ve already attempted once and I would like to avoid it again. There’s a room close to my job that’s cost in total 1100 for the deposit and first month’s rent. You don’t have to donate just reblog and thank you so much

#someone help #send help #this is cry for help

[brooklynislandgirl]

Only if you want! 💚 :' ) And if so, whichever verse speaks to you!

Imagine You and Me || -

Beth cannot remember a time where Ben wasn't in her life. As she grew older she realised how unusual that was, because everything about them should have made them enemies; Ben is dyed in the wool Protestant, the Rileys have been Catholic from almost from the time of Raghllaigh, Prince of Breffney in the Year of the Lord 981. The Rileys enjoy a privileged life of wealth, position, and titles where as the Tallmadges were more modest. But their fathers were fast friends, enjoying debate and arts and philosophy, so it was natural that their children would also be friends. Ben and Andy certainly were meeting when Beth was still in swaddling. For years the small group of children, Beth chased them through hill and dale, merely content to be included by the older ones though Ben reserved a special place in her world, as beloved as her brother Andrew was and remained. Ben was the only person who could ever call her Lizzie. And when the family moved from Setauket to Boston, then Boston to Philadelphia, leaving land and property thriving, Beth became inconsolable. A furious wave of letters written and sent eventually dwindled, and Beth carried on with her life and education, though she never forgot Ben. She always believed they would find each other again, she simply hadn't expected it to be a war with England that would do it. The second the murmurs made their circles, of course Andy threw his hat into the Continental ring. If Beth had had the luxury of being a second son, she would have followed soon after. From his letters home, Andy was pleased to report meeting back up with Ben and Brewster, Samuel and a fair few others. Having the responsibility of the household, Beth began to send funds and supplies as she could while maintaining the facade of neutrality important to Society.   When Andrew goes missing in battle, Ben took it upon himself to personally inform the family, to offer his condolences in person because he knows better than most that Andy is likely no longer in the world. Beth is devastated by the news, but equally shocked to realise three things; that Ben has grown into a fine man of some standing, that her feelings for him have only changed from their tender kinship to a fire burning in her chest, and that she won't let this chance slip away from her. Elizabeth Riley loves Ben Tallmadge, and she is serving two causes; freedom for her nation, and capturing the Major's affections. Her Straw Haired Soldier, her Good Reverend Oat. {{I am not gonna lie... I didn't see this one coming, but from the first sets of posts I absolutely fell in love with this ship, and am constantly amazed and delighted by how it's unfolding, and the plans we are making for them. I love how you write Ben, and I think he's absolutely darling under your care! 20/10, I will give them up when I am dead}}

Earl Grollman tells us: "Grief is not a disorder, a disease or a sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve." They don't meet conventionally, as one doesn't take a grief counselling meeting to be a place where one typically picks up a date, but they do find each other, and reach out. They make each other laugh and have such amazing chemistry from the get go. It's funny and it's awkward, and they are both holding back so much of their real lives and real selves. Maybe they want the other to see them as the people they wished they'd grown into. Maybe the baggage of everything they've experienced is too heavy and this is a fresh start. Regardless, it strikes me as both poignant and heart warming. There will be upset in the future of the story when the little lies told unravel and they become exposed to one another's truths, but I look forward to that, too. One of the things I find fascinating in this modern twist is that Ben has lost his younger brother, whom he was so very protective over, and "Ellie" has lost her older brother, who was so protective over here. The pieces left behind in the wake of their tragic too-young passings meet up in the ones who survive them, and they have perspectives and parts of themselves to offer that match up almost seamlessly. I love Ben's dark sort of humour, and I love how they have a lot in common despite leading very different lives. They will grow, they will change, they will leave a mark on each other and hopefully come out the better for having each other in their lives, and I don't really make a prediction of the future here, except I think it will be one of those lasting bonds. I love that they seem to have it it off like a match tossed into a pile of kerosene soaked rags. I love how Ben is and can be soft, can be open, can be a lot of things that go against stereotype, without missing a beat and without coming across as out of place, despite being sort of 'old fashioned'. Once again, you've hit one out of the park on this.

{{20/10, your honour, I love them. These are some of the sweetest, dearest ships in my heart}}

#honorhearted #Your Ornament Tree|Ben Tallmadge #The Oak and the Ash|Ben and Beth #Blood on the Vine|Turn au #Someone I Have Not Yet Met|Ben Tallmadge #Whispers Down By The Lake|Ben and Beth #Cracks in the Foundation|Modern AU

[ackermanbloodline]

Thanks for answering my ask. Here's my request (I'm sorry in advance if it's gonna be long but plz take ur time with writing it 😊):

The timeline's around the RtS arc but later follows the future events in the story. Reader has always been madly in love with Levi but she's been holding back in fear of rejection. Finally the night before the Shinganshina battle she decides to come clear and tell Levi how she feels indirectly because she might die the next day. To her fear Levi rejects her, somehow in anger, given they have other things to worry about. Reader survives RtS with a lot of injuries. Levi doesn't pay too much attention to her. She wants to comfort him for losing his dear friend but Levi shuts her down.

Fast forward to 5 years later, when Levi gets injured, she's accompanying Hanji to find Zeke along with Floch and his team bcz she's worried about Levi so she insisted on going with them. Upon encoutering Levi's badly injured body she somehow loses it and when Floch makes remarks on the fact their N.1 threat aka Levi is out of their way, she tries to attack Floch but gets shot by him. Heavily wounded almost near her heart, she still tries to protect Levi along with Hanji when they both throw themselves into the water. She's unconscious by the time Levi wakes up due to blood loss but Hanji tells Levi to what lengths reader went for him. She basically wakes up mutteeing Levi's name while he's listening.

She fights alongside the team in the final battle while being heavily injured to protect Levi.

They get together after the battle of heaven & Earth, but I would looove to read an ANGST+ future FLUFF. Sorry again if it turned out long and thank you in advance! ❤️🙏🏻

I might receive some flack for this, but I have to be honest and straightforward as this is a pretty unique circumstance.

I appreciate the level of thought and depth that you have put into this request. I really do. This sounds like such a great story that I would personally like to read myself.

However… this does not give me much room to be creative and to exercise my own judgment. Fulfilling this request would make me feel like I have a bunch of boxes to tick off, so to speak. Usually people send in a couple sentences for a fic, which leaves me to exercise my own vision for the story and what goes down. Some writers on here prefer this kind of detail in a request and to each their own, but this has made me realize that’s not how I operate.

This is nothing against you, you have every right to request what you want to see in a fic, but there are times in your request where Levi acts out of character, at least to me. This would put a mental obstacle in my writing process. To add, the Battle of Heaven and Earth, as we all know, is a very intense sequence. It is something I’m not comfortable with writing around either.

I’m very sorry, Anon, but I’m going to have to pass on this one. I hope you don’t take it personally. It is undoubtedly clear you have a very creative mind. A storyteller’s voice. I personally challenge you to write this. I would be the first to read it.

Good luck, and thank you again!

#answered #anonymous

[steeleidolon]

[starter for @annjiru]

Edge City has grown from the remains of Midgar, purpose-built structures fanning outward and spilling across the badlands in the shadow of devastation. Life moves on. Finds a way to move forward, at least overall, even if some are still mired in the past.

One has to have a past, understand its foundations, in order to build a future.

The World Regenesis Organization oversees the development here; a monument to those lost to Meteorfall is under construction in the city square, and all the while people work to pave streets, construct shopfronts and restaurants and reestablish some semblance of infrastructure with scrap from the monster-infested and mako-exposed ruin to the west and south. It was a rocky start at first, but now - with connections to Kalm, the mythril and coal seams beyond - trade has returned.

With trade comes disputes.

And some are not so eager to let go of harmful patterns, of presumptions. The only SOLDIER, ex-SOLDIER, welcome in Edge is one Cloud Strife of Strife Delivery Services, and even then -- only because of who he is, his associates, what they have done. Soon that will pass into history too, and then what?

Edge is on edge with the proliferation of a new wasting disease, an undercurrent of despair and enmity and desperation. As though close quarters and daily reminders of what was weren't enough.

Kunsel can hardly blame them. They are just trying to get by, to make sense of it all and go about their day-to-day. Except...

"Look, I was open about this from the start. I'm not here to cause trouble," Kunsel says, even and calm, standing at the base of the clinic stairs. In plain sight of the square, in a low-profile armored coat--carbon black, like his boots, his trousers--and with a pair of curved swords crossed on his back, he faces down a man who looks to have a second career as a goalie of some kind. Coarse, rough, in maintenance blues, armed and blocking the way, the guard seems not to care about hands raised in surrender or placation.

"Fucker, I don't care if you were open about shit. You ARE trouble. Your kind's not welcome here. Get. Out," the man spits.

"I get it. I fix your comms relay, you run me off, your boss doesn't have to pay, you get a pat on the head. Is that it..." Ah, he has a name tag. "Robertson?"

"This is all me and Shotty here. You've got five seconds to turn the fuck around and walk the fuck away, 'fore I put you in the ground. Call it justice. You shoulda died with the rest of the 'heroes.' Fucking monsters-"

Tumblers and gears click into place. It would not matter if he were wearing farmer’s overalls rather than his First Class equipment, or even his old Second Class helmet. People might not know the unique custom uniforms, but they do know the uncanny look of eyes stained like the heart of a reactor. Kunsel regards Robertson's stance, the weapon in his hands, the barrel of the gun aimed near point-blank for his face. "Huh. ShinRa MCS."

"FIVE." Safety's off.

"Mag extension, CQB configuration. Your posture's familiar-"

"FOUR." Round chambered.

"-aaaand you've got the same blind spot, 'cause your buckshot's gonna keep going into the marketplace when you miss. You really gonna take that risk? For what, a decade-old pissing contest?"

"THREE."

"Alright, look-" Lightning-fast, Kunsel snatches the weapon from the man's hands. Rapid disassembly of a modular military shotgun is academic and efficient; the murmuration from the crowd of gawkers is expected, prickling unease at his nape - more than outright posturing or the threat of violence does. Barrel, shells, firing mechanisms, and stock drop into the dirt. It will take time to clean and reassemble, and that is enough of an inconvenience. Kunsel still does not raise his voice. "-I don't have time for the old infantry-versus-SOLDIER circle jerk. We were all jammed up the President's ass and we share the same stink. You should have a chat with your boss. Ask him about it. Morrow is old-school Science department. Or you can let me have a chat with him and I’ll be out of your hair--"

Robertson punctuates their discussion with a right hook that careens into Kunsel's mouth, echoing a solid crack.

It is almost like striking a brick wall sheathed in flesh--a wall that is not completely unmoved, but one that does not topple. Robertson splits Kunsel’s lip, but also splits open his own knuckles in the process, and the shock of pain only compounds his fury. He surges down the stairs as Kunsel steps backward, gloved hands lifted.

Great. Just. Great.

The crowd is uneasy, nightfall is soon, and the last thing he wants is to meet the business end of a bunch of civilian pitchforks.

A few paces away, he turns for a tactical retreat at an angle, keeping the clinic in his peripheral vision. The crowd, by and large, gives him a berth as he walks along reclaimed cobblestones, slipping between the corrugated panels of a ramshackle fence into a broad alleyway between two new prefab buildings.

He should take a moment. Take a breather. Think about next steps.

A crate will do as a perch until its owner shoos him off. He sits there, tongues his lip and runs his hand over his face and hair, chewing bitterness and frustration like grist as he listens to the muffled sounds beyond.

#Verse: Truthseeker #post-Meteor Blues #annjiru #queued

[havethetouch]

Gen Life Update (a bit ranty tho)

Figured I write a thingie because I noticed some time has passed me by again because stuff got hectic and ehh the radio silence was not intended but might hold for a bit.

Here is the thing - back in November 2022 my best friend and I had some talks about the future, we are roommates, she has a boyfriend who wants to move in together and our lease will end this year and well.. we put a maybe on moving out in general or extending the lease for a year back then, mainly because such a talk was a bit scary and weird.

For context, we both moved out at age 19 from our family homes and moved in together because were we life living alone is not feasible it is too expensive (and it has only gotten worse since) so we have been cohabitating for over 10 years now and such a big change is just... damn.

Anyway fast forward to the beginning of the year were we got back to that talk and decided yeah, moving out it is we do not like the flat much we hate our landlord because he is a piece of shit but we also have no energy nor want to find a new flat that is kinda affordable (almost impossible) and meets our standards because we are in our 30s now and are not willing to go back to living in a small flat like we used to before this one we have right now (even more impossible these days we pay too much for too little space already)

Now we are suddenly at "fuck this we goin!" because roughly two weeks ago our landlord decided to send a formal letter to inform us that we should pay him more money by the beginning of March. Which: fuck off. Pissed off is a cute way to describe how I regarded this shitty piece of paper from a piece of shit person :) So we went from "maybe" to "we gonna write a formal termination letter today weeehhh~"

What our landlord don't know is that in our first year of living here and noticing that he is difficult (example - one off the electrical outlets is broken, has apparently been broken for a while, this is a wee bit not good and he basically gave us a formal warning that this is our problem we should pay to fix that which is legally not true and just bs but I kept the letter so if he wants to fuck us over I have proof that he was aware of the issue and did not care There were other issues with the flat too like heating did not work at first, a window mechanism broke in winter and every time we called to have this fixed he dragged his feet, screamed a bit at us and was a lil bitch about it. For the record, I fixed the window myself after training myself on youtube videos and other stuff to identify the problem and then get creative with fixing that because a part was simply broken in the metal frame which would have meant to replace the whole window mechanism and he would not have paid that shit so I had to made do so my roommate would not freeze in the night bc her window was not closing properly (fuck this man so much eyyyy))

Anyway so we noticed he was a prissy bitch which probably was fueled by the fact that he is both rich and a lawyer and therefore two people he clocked as young as stupid clearly can't outwit his greatness and be too difficult because clearly we would not fight him or whatever. Jokes on him, we joined the tenant union in our first year of his bs and dutifully paid our fees to have help on standby when things get even more dicey. So things are dicey now and I know he will probably try to fight us tooth and nail to keep as much of the security deposit as possible and make things hard he is just this kind of a douchebag. But since we are members of this union we have a right to a lawyer from them at no additional cost (which is a perk you reach after 1 year of memebership god bless them) and they are already alerted of the situation and will help us not only combat his rent increase demand (which he technically can do but he did not do it the legal way and so we have grounds to refuse atm, also hitting us well into February with a sudden "this new price at the beginning of the next month" is also not quite legal either soooo) And yeah so we prepare ourselves for a big blow up on our landlords part because he is deeply allergic to people who do not cower and know their rights. So we are down to "moving out? Nah, exit strategies are planned over here now". My bestie will move out in two weeks we currently pack her stuff and dismantle her furniture and I will not stay here for long either. We will have to adhere to the notice period of our termination but hey maybe he just throws up his hands and terminates from his end to make the time shorter so he can get new folks in asap. It will be fun to deny him prominent viewing spots for new prospective tenants simply bc I work from home and have meetings and can't reasonably be expected to be disturbed by viewings and also can not be expected to vacate the premises bc work. I mean I will fuck off from here asap too I am done with the flat, the landlord and if I'm honest, I'm kinda really tired of the city too. Don't get me wrong i love Vienna with all my hart but there is also lots of bs that happened in this city and I am so ready for just getting outta here and go rural.

As for a more positive note to end this on (kind of) I will be moving into my forever home (possibly). We had some deaths in the family in the last four years and some of you know one of them was my dad. he left me this house and while i have still some reservations to call it my own, I am ready to start my life there and make it my own. Still have to go through some stuff because a lot of the stuff from our dead relatives ended up in the house because we had nowhere else to put it than there so we have to make some room to store my stuff at least and then I can slowly work on the rest. I am still kinda apprehensive about a lot of stuff because there are just many ghosts in this house and it will be hard but it also probably will be freeing and good and I want to tend to my garden and despair on the possibilities on so much space like the house is big, I am used to live out of one room and now soon will have two extra rooms to do as I please with and this is wild to me. all of this is kinda wild to me because I never had much money and with how expensive everything is in the city never had much opportunity to put money aside in the first place I was unemployed for a while some years ago i am used to surviving on little and worked myself into somewhat comfortable as i am currently. Moving into this house will be a game changer because it is paid off. This will absolutely change my life in so many ways, many many good ways. I have rich people dreams on renovating the bathroom because I would love to have a bathtub and it doesn't sound as crazy anymore to think along these lines. Wild. But first I have to pay off some debts and my teeth and then watch me go willllld I guess xd It also is a bit bittersweet bc like I said, my best friend and I (we met at 15 and have been inseparable since then) have been living together for so long and I personally have never lived on my own ever in my life and this is kinda exciting but spooky and I look forward to it but also stress out already over all the stuff I have to think about ahead and plan but ehhh for the first time in 4 years I am actually looking forward to the future and feel tentatively hopeful and this is also kinda heavy because it's been a while since I did that, the last 4 years were just a bit too hard to look past the next day or even beyond that. But now I look at my plans for just 2023 and I'm like "fuck yeah, screw surviving I'm ready for thriving" So... Imma be a bit more busy in the next days than I had expected due to vacating my flat as fast as possible and I hate moving but i love the idea of this being the final time so bear with me I work on art still in my downtimes when I need some cleansing but yehhh bit busy. Wee bit busy but finally busy with better things. Hopeful things. Life stuff, you know?

Love ya~

#touch speaks #journal #life update #bit ranty #long post #fuck my landlord srsly #future plans

[kpophubb]

Hello Your Hee Anonie here 😘

Also!! Guess who is gonna miss their moot court session (basically like a mock court at which law students argue imaginary cases for practice) because they are sick 😄😄 ME! ............ ://// (but it is fine cause it was criminal case and I wanted the CORPORATE LAW CASE) ANYWAY

Ik I am your Hee Anonie (love the name sm) but I am here with some Jake thoughts....cause he be hitting different these day... imagine he sees you with a cat and feels so betrayed ?? 😭😭 he gasped so loud and for what ? And if Layla was there with him ??

Boi you are in for a lecture. Get ready for a divorce. He is taking the kids. Yes kids. Layla and your (not anymore) future kids that he is carrying kehfkdj 😂😂 I MEAN HE THE ONES HE WILL ADOPT SOON IN FUTURE. He is gonna cover Layla's eyes. Acting he just caught you with another man. Layla doesn't even mind the kitten. Maybe they just sniff each for a while and then play along or smth but HIM? he is not having it. Watches you from a distance with a pout on his face. Doesn't hate the kitty but ?? Itsa dog household?? He just looks like :((. Doesn't wanna make you feel bad about your choices and doesn't want to he petty at all but still goes

" oh why don't you take your kitty and go on a date with a cat-like guy like Jungwon" BOY ISTG-

We get it you and Layla are cute doggos. 😤😤 but also Kitty Jakey !! UNTIL !!

One day you are out. He is hanging out at your place. And hears meowing. Initially doesn't pay any attention because 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️😗😗 still doesn't pay attention 5 mins later. Finally comes to the kitchen to see the kitty on the top shelf, meowing and trying to get down (poor bby looks scared ), thinks how did it even get there if it so scared ?? Dumb 😮‍💨 Layla would NEVER do this 😤🥱 he picks up the kitty from the shelf, when bringing down they both come eye level at one point. And Jake just holds it there and stares at it 🧐🧐 then 🤨🤨then😦then 🥺🥺 like fur baby was stuck there and I didn't help sooner. Feels sorry. Takes it to the couch. Fast forward when you come back both of them are just running around the house tgt. You are just there like ??? What happened?? He is like Ugh fine I'll think over the divorce.

He loves the kitten. Only THIS ONE cause he is still a dog person :00 but will never admit anything. You don't complain because your marriage (that hasn't happened yet) is saved 😲😩🤞🤞

ANYWAY.

How are you ?? ☺️ hope you are doing good. Drink water 👿

Also !! There is this edit of heejayjake on ig THAT I REALLY WANT TO SEND YOU BUT IDK IF YOUD CONSIDER IT 18+ ITS LIKE SUGGESTIVE

My hee anonie 🥺🖤 do you seriously know how happy it makes me to get a jake imagine T.T like come on he be the love of my life anyway AWWW😭 this is just??!! I just know that he’s gonna be THAT DRAMATIC. Like no cap. Even if he’s not very jealous, he will be so whiny for your attention and be the drama will continue. xD and first of all, where does he think he’s going with the “custody”🤨 ?? he’s a puppy himself! And he belongs to me so 😏 but seriously tho I just can imagine him throwing his palms over his mouth and making a face of disbelief. And sulking in the corner of the room with Layla “layla can you believe how she replaced you?” Even tho poor baby would 100% be down to play with her new cute sibling lol. Jake pouting would be the cutest thing ever (ugh just wanna kiss him so much when he pouts 🥹) and he would literally fight for your attention??? Like lay on your lap when you’re petting the kitty and make puppy eyes at you, silently asking for your attention. Toss and turn in your lap, waiting for you to look at him and play with your fingers and kiss the tip of your hands in tiny. 😭 I feel like jakey loves all animals but he’d be WISHING for you to be a big dog person like himself. (I mean I might be into cats more but hey I like the cutest puppies of the century-jake & layla 🥺) and HAHAHA if it were me, I’d really go on a date with jw but I could only make it out of the door cause jake would tackle me back inside the house. “Baby how could you even think about going fr >.<“!! Since jake is normally calm and fun, I’d love to see the unusual jealous and annoyed side of him sm. it’d be next level amusement for me. I’d sleep on the bed with layla and our kittens and intentionally not leave space for him to lay down.😆 and even feed them all infront of him and kiss them, and pretend to not hear him when he asks for his share. (It would only last 10 secs for me cause believe me I cannot resist jake he really is the owner of my heart here uwu) and SUREEE, he would really end up loving the kitten more than me and play with him/her way too much >~< and pls the whole marriage-divorce thing is so funny and adorable omg why does it sound like something jakey would really do?

and now coming back to you my sweet hee anonie <3 aaah criminal law must be hard!🤧 my oldest brother studied law from UWE (university of west England) and he’d always get frustrated whenever he got a criminal law case lol. I’m doing great now that I’ve heard from my dear you🥺 I’m drinking water and working out too so I feel greeeaaaat! Hope you take care of yourself too!! :) and edit? Is it a video edit?🤩 please do send me the link :* have a great great day ❤️

#mia’s asks #engene 💌 #my hee anonie #jake imagines is medicine 😭🥹❤️🥺 #just had to add jayla pics <3 #and jake with cats cause like PLEASE THAT WAS A DREAM COME TRUE FOR ME #love of my life #jake #sim jake #sim jaeyun #jake sim #enhypen #enhypen jake #it was so good to hear from you again luv <3 #you always have such sweet imagines 🤧 #the covering layla’s eyes part made me wheeze SO HARD lmao 😆

[jenniferdiazisatransgirl]

Employment Update

So as some of you maybe aware, I quit one of my jobs last week. Well technically I quit a few of my jobs. Basically, for a while now I have worked as a supply teacher (substitute teacher) and an events safety steward. Two separate job roles, they are zero hour - gig economy style jobs and I work for multiple companies doing the same role in order to earn a decent pay cheque.

Since January though one of my employers on the teaching side of things though wanted me to start working exclusively for them. So they placed me on a Guaranteed Pay Scheme. I agree to make myself available so many days a week and they will pay me even if they can’t find me work those days. It’s proved a rather brilliant arrangement for me.

Fast forward to last week and I have started to get really fed up with my security job, so while 200 miles away from home working for that company, I decided I was gonna talk to my teaching agency to see if they could make me some assurances and then I would quit my security job.

So I rang my agency and asked if my Guaranteed Pay Scheme arrangement is likely to keep getting extended for the foreseeable future. They told me yes and so I quit my security job, while 200 miles away from home with them. The day supervisor joked, “You can walk back home.” In all seriousness though, they were happy for me though and the night supervisor (I work nights), said he didn’t blame me cos it is a crappy job.

Less than a week after fully committing to my teaching job and now only having one employer, my Guaranteed Pay Scheme has been extended to at least the Summer Holidays which is pretty brill.

Over the Summer I’ll probably try and find a permanent job ready for September, however I at least for the time being have some stability to an extent I have never had before 😊

#my life #miscellaneous

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

{hey you guys probably don't know this but i have more ocs outside of the bone gang and the other guys i've mentioned (mythos!tricky the clown) / shown (the amoguses). i do. i hate this!*}

{my mind is full of people that i can't get outta there. none of them pay rent except for the tyrant °^°}

{anyway this post is about the greatknight, a.k.a. the big scary hunk'a metal i showcased like. week or so ago. maybe three. idk man i have had Zero flow for the bone gang recently.}

{more shit under the Read more, as always.}

{okay so the greatknight, right? you guys probably aren't hounding at the fuckin' bit to know anything about him unless you are my closest friend ever - and even then they're banished to the wizard realm rn so i can't talk to them about him-}

{look he lives in a castle. big black one. all dark and menacing, like a good villain should be. (yeah he's a villain, sorry for not telling you sooner.) and as a good villain, he's been alive for god damn centuries - hell, eons, if i count right}

{he once started life as this guy. some dude. a fella, even. he was a kid. grew up to become a hired sword* - a mercenary, you get him to do a thing for ya and you pay him for his troubles. if you didn't pay? you'd never see him again, as he'd not want anything to do with you. wasn't a fan of free labor - still isn't.}

{in his advanced ages, - like, forty, forty-five, - pre-greatknight even managed to marry a pretty lady! a charismatic and kind soul, even for the ages that they come from. she saw something in the pre-greatknight that he didn't see in himself and said 'alright. you. ring.'.}

{they were happy for a time. a long time. about ten or so years, before The Incident.}

{this is where the pre-greatknight started to mold into his current-day form. after The Incident, the pre-greatknight decided that he wanted to become a recluse, go be alone until he dies. unfortunately, while he was out searching for his hermit home, he got lethally ambushed by a buncha heroes who mistook him for a villain due to his appearance at the time.}

{blood spurted from damn well everywhere it could. the pre-greatknight felt his bones crack with every movement. he had an hour left in him, if he played his cards right.}

{however... well, shit works out. as every good villain needs an origin story of sorts, this one involves skeletons finding the pre-greatknight leaning against a tree and accepting his fate. one o' them figured 'ay, we's built this cool suit o' armor. think we can make 'im trade that 'umanity o' his for it?'. the other seven agreed with this rambunctious idea.}

{and wouldn't ya guess it, they patched him up and replaced what blood he lost with some fresh stuff. one of the skeletons popped the question, and the pre-greatknight went for it. 'oh, cool suit of armor? 'n' all i gotta do is stop being human? fuck it.', was probably what he said then if i had to guess.}

{anyway, an eternal thanks from both sides later, and the Greatknight was born. (so now i can stop typing pre-greatknight. yay!)}

{of course, this is not the greatknight good and proper, this is just base-level greatknight, what with his mercenary know-how and human-level knowledge. since he was ambushed by heroes, he figured 'fuck it, we ball' and became a villain. he left his home-village to find an excellent plot of land that would house his future bloodwoods.}

{fast forward like a shitload of eons because i am rapidly losing steam, he built his blood army, cultivated the bloodwoods, and made a name for himself as one of the toughest villains you'd meet. yadda yadda. here he is.}

{/// NO IMAGE ATTACHED ///}

{the greatknight's still around, of course. if you want to rack your head about what his name is, what he looks like under his helmet, what happened to his wife, or even what race he is - theory craft! go for it! god knows i can't fucking figure it out and i'm the lore guy here!}

{anyway. enjoy yaselves. i'm gonna go on a friggin hiatus and reblog more shit. maybe play the division 2 a bit more. right now though (1:46 AM at the time of writin') i gotta tend to my cat so she doesn't wake up the entire house - she's in heat. can't help herself.}

{weeeeeeeee}

[*i want to get their designs onto paper but i can't draw for shit and i am incredibly stubborn about drawing on paper. one of these days i'm just gonna say fuck it and train myself] [**hired gun, w/o the gun]

#the bloodwoods gang

[lovableduo]

Post how you and your significant other met and fell in love!

It was a rough day for Devon... They got hit by their father and they lost their job.

Devon POV:

Hopefully my dream job accepts me.. I worked so hard to look decent enough so no one makes fun of me..

And there it was, the (whoops! That's personal info!) Bakery.. It smelled so good even though I was outside.

I opened door and bumped into someone.. Oh gosh now bad can this day get?!

"I'm so sorry!-"

I said before seeing one of the hottest men I've seen.. GOSH WHAT DID I SAY I JUST MET HIM-

"It's alright miss"

"You sure? I didn't look where I was going..."

"it's okay I was just looking for one of my future employees...well soon to be employees if they accept how much I'm paying them-"

"Wait you own this place?-"

"Yup, I'm Zack"

"I'm Devon, I'm actually the one who saw you were hiring online"

"Oh, come inside let's discuss while there's no customers!"

So that was the start of a beautiful friendship..and soon a lovable couple..

After discussing everything that was important..I just realized how tall Zack is..Gosh I'm jealous-

"So,where do you live?" Zack said while finishing his coffee

...I didn't have anywhere to go..I got kicked out...gosh this is embarrassing..

"I don't have anywhere to go.." I said bowing my head down so he couldn't see my tears

"Oh..I'm sorry for that..You can stay with me if you'd like!"

"Really?.. I don't wanna be a bother tho-"

I got cut off by Zack hugging me and you know darn well that I turned into a tomato-

"After what you said you're coming with me no matter how many times you complain"

Fast forward a couple weeks we were practically a couple

So Zack told me to meet him at (Personal info) park at the oak tree, I was a little suspicious of this because I know darn well he's a good prankster and I didn't wanna get dirty

"You're here!" Zack said happily

I looked around and realized this was..rather a romantic setting...what is he gonna tell?..

"So what did you wanna talk about Zack?"I said shyly

"Well..you see..After working and hanging out with you for a couple weeks..I wanted to tell you that I .." Zack said blushing

"That you what?"

"That I love you and want to spend all my years of living with you and your kids.."

(no I wasn't pregnant I adopted some poor orphans cause they needed help)

"I.."

"so here's the real question.."

"Devon Ashlyn smith will you be my.. girlfriend?...I understand if you say no.."

He looked sad saying the last part so..

*Kisses Zack*

"Sure Zacky" I said while giggling

The end

[nitya-sh]

What Benefits are Offered by Cryptocurrency as Compared to Fiat?

Let’s go back in time: earlier civilizations denominated money in terms of cows and sheep. Later on, salt or cowrie shells were used as a form of money, which were then replaced by metal coinage.

Fast forward to the 21st century: today, we have fiat money – a legal tender issued by a central authority, a government, that does not have any intrinsic value – the most dominant form of money that has ever existed for humankind!

However, with the lightning speed at which technology is taking us over, the next stage is on the horizon.

The emergence of cryptocurrencies – redefining the financial system by storm!

The foundation of cryptocurrencies like Bitcoin and Ether is erected on decentralized blockchain networks. 

Unlike fiat money, they are not regulated by a central authority. This trait makes it an attractive investment opportunity for crypto enthusiasts.

So, when putting cryptocurrencies and fiat money side by side, what benefits do cryptocurrencies offer compared to our traditional fiat money.

Let’s explore!

Resistance to Inflation

One of the significant issues impacting fiat money is the existence of inflation.

This is how it works: if you print more fiat money, the value of fiat currency rapidly decreases; diminishing its purchasing power over time. Cryptocurrencies are somewhat immune to this disease.

But how?

This is because cryptocurrencies are generally finite; they have a limited supply. For instance, Bitcoin is the most renowned crypto out there, and the maximum amount that can ever come into circulation is 21 million Bitcoin. The secret of its popularity lies in its scarcity. This entails that a single Bitcoin’s value will skyrocket in the long run.

Carl Runefelt, who is a global crypto leader who has invested in more than 350 crypto startups and regularly appears on his YouTube channel, The Moon, says, “I am very confident that this will be a very good investment. I believe that Bitcoin is not only going to go to $500,000. 

I think that Bitcoin is gonna go to five million dollars per Bitcoin in today’s money. Obviously, with inflation, bitcoin could go to trillions of dollars per Bitcoin. Actually, it will because it is inevitable, but because the dollar will collapse at some point, that’s just something that is going to happen because it’s inevitable, but I believe that in today’s money, Bitcoin could go to five million dollars.” 

He often says, “I believe that the Bitcoin price can go up significantly in the future.” 

Low Fees

Doesn’t it bother you that you end up paying a hefty fee on your transaction involving fiat money?

Well, this is not the case with cryptocurrencies. Digital currencies support considerably lower transaction fees than their traditional counterpart. 

Whether you’re making a transaction of millions of dollars or a couple of bucks, many cryptocurrencies charge only a few cents.

Litecoin, for example, charges a meager transaction fee of $0.025! No surprise, cryptocurrencies are witnessing massive adoption rates globally.

Carl Runefelt rightly says, “Cryptocurrencies are genuinely game-changing and that they represent a massive transformation for the global economy and, indeed, the whole globe. They represent a paradigm change.”

He further adds, “Bitcoin is the best hedge against inflation that we have in the world right now, and Bitcoin is also the best form of money that we have and have maybe ever seen in the history of humans.”

Crypto Never Sleeps

Want to send crypto to your friend’s wallet?

Well, guess what, you can do this any time; weekends aren’t a hurdle anymore. Unlike fiat money, which requires a couple of business days to complete your transaction, cryptocurrencies offer transactions any time of the week without delay.

Furthermore, when sending money to another country, it needs to be converted into local currency. 

This is not the case with crypto. In this regard, Carl says, “Cryptocurrency is recognized across the world and is not affected by exchange or interest rates. It would also provide individuals living in economically fragile nations more stability and predictability.”

Carl Runefelt is a co-founder of Kasta; he says, “Kasta is playing a big role in transitioning from fiat currency to digital currency. 

It looks to attract a wider variety of users by opening the platform to global payments by opening it to a wide variety of financial transaction possibilities. Kasta focuses on international payments, making them convenient and instantaneous, optimized for specific currencies, and offers skewed payments accordingly.”

Cryptocurrencies: Taking Over the Fiat

Cryptocurrencies are transforming our financial system in ways never imagined before. As of now, fiat money has a larger market cap and is exceedingly prevalent, but this is not going to stay forever.

The benefits cryptocurrencies offer will eventually accelerate their adoption. It’s only a matter of time before cryptocurrencies will replace fiat money.

#cryptocurrency #forex trading #investment #financial investment #fiat money #digitla currency #primefin #crypto exchange

[keepcopinghoe]

This year is going by so insanely fast. Even though I’ve accomplished fuck all since 16 years old, I feel like I’ve somehow accomplished even less in this year than any other. I sort of quit whoring but now it looks like I’m gonna have to go back into it in order to pay for my living. I quit three different Access courses (computing, law, science). Haven’t made any real progress really on learning Solidity and about finance in general, haven’t made any new friends, haven’t undergone any surgery, barely practiced my art skills, etc. So I have to ask - WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?

When I first became close with Omer about a year ago, I thought that it was a new start. My first friend for 7 years! Being with him, the joy of having someone to talk to and have fun with, the inadequacy that accompanied knowing that he loved another better younger girl, it propelled me forward and caused me to accept a new and better vision of the future. But I’ve done NOTHING to put it into reality. I’m starting to feel like pissing my life away has in some way fried my brain, I’m so close to taking the neuroplasticity black pill. But there has to be light at the tunnel, right? Does there have to be? Some people never get their shit together, they remain losers their whole life. Am I a born loser? I never had a chance, I’ve never been able to feel community. That’s a fatalistic way to see things but maybe in a way I’m giving myself a way out. By convincing myself that I never had a chance, I cope with my reality by framing it as a kind of biological predestination. I was born to an older mother, born with my synapses maligned which meant I never “got” things with other people. At my age, I’ve never had a “proper” relationship, never been to a house party, never been to a concert with someone. Omer helped to introduce me to a lot of these new experiences. He was like someone throwing me a life ring when I was drowning in confusion and loneliness. It seems like divine intervention to me sometimes but I still wasn’t able to take advantage, I just attached myself to him pathetically like a little dog or something. I made my whole world and life about him.

Omer said himself that the only reason he asked me out was because he thought I was like a helpless animal who needed to be taken care of, not because he genuinely desires me. What is there to desire in me? I’m a whore, I’m uneducated, I’m awkward around others, no skills, no real job, bad relationship with family. I’m totally worthless.

The first step to intervention and recovery is acknowledging you have a problem. I have a problem - I AM the problem. My lack of self discipline, my low self esteem. Simone de Beauvoir said that to exist is to cast oneself into the world. In that sense, I essentially don’t exist. I live a totally passive and reactive life, I don’t attempt to make an impression on anyone or anything. I always push things back another year - this year I’ll quit whoring, I’ll get enough surgery so that I’m not fugly, I’ll go out into the world and find my tribe, I’ll find a vocation that doesn’t involve selling pussy, I’ll become the type of person that my parents can be proud of. But it just never happens because I’m fundamentally a weak-willed piece of shit who’d rather retreat into myself, into my imagination and through this imagination, try to experience how things will be different. Every day I start over and every day it ends the same. I make goals - sometimes daily, sometimes weekly, sometimes monthly - and then on a very good day, I’ll do maybe 5% of what I plan for myself. What else do I do with my time? I don’t even consume things really, I don’t watch films too often or read books. I spend hours staring at a screen, just thinking, talking and ranting to myself. It’s not a life.

 Kaczynski wrote about the power process in his manifesto. The power process involves having a goal, making an effort towards that goal, attaining that goal and doing so with autonomy. Failure to undergo the power process results in depression, low self-esteem and defeatism. This is essentially where I’m at - my power process is always aborted at the goal-making stage. I have no autonomy or agency.

I HAVE to change this. I can’t continue on like this because it’s hardly a life at all when you have nothing and do nothing.

#day 0 #ye #more later #gonna go and have a bath now and try to think #and smoke my last cig lol #a habit i picked up recently

[dcviated]

@remunporium​ sent:

" Raguna~. " Rem's singsong voice welcomes back the farmer after a long day's work out in the field. Today was a particularly hot one, so besides the occasional glasses of water that Rem took it upon herself to bring out for him, Rem had made an effort to create something that would be sure to cool him down.

A bit of ice magic here, a few fresh strawberries here, some fresh milk and sugar and other spice, and voila! She's created.... Lugnica's first milkshake! (probably. there is no evidence to support this doesn't already exist. it probably does somewhere, just let her have this)

" You've been busy, " she chimes, holding the ice-cold drink in her hand. She'd even fashioned a straw into it, which she carefully uses to swirl the contents further to release some of the thickness. " Beatrice is in the library but I've had her taste test this already. She doesn't want to admit it, but she's in love with it. " The drink is offered to him, at which point she uses the closed distance to pull herself into a hug while also allowing him to take the drink should he desire it. " Go ahead! Try it. "

“I have? I have…” Is the first thing Raguna says after setting aside the rake, accepting the blue haired maiden into his arms as the mind winds down from the day’s duties. It’s a slow spin to quiet the many thoughts coursing through his head and shifting out of that ‘mode’. That tunnel vision was a small price to pay for the productive mindset that was already looking forward into the future and what things could be done in the days to come. What a great time of year.

Today he’d finished chopping and planed the logs into planks. Once those were sized and cut he could finish the fence and start thinking about increasing the size of the chicken coop. And that was all on top of his usual duties and work necessities tending to the fields and clearing out weeds and the like. Monotonous trivialities, but ones dotted with the appearance of Rem which seemed to make it all worth it if only to see and say hello to her again. And again. And… wait, isn’t the ‘honeymoon’ period supposed to start after they were married?! So much for that.

“I hope you didn’t miss me too much, in that case. But it’s been another good day. I’m glad the warm months are finally starting up again and the plants will start growing nice and fast. After selling off this crop we’ll have all the money we need to finish the second floor and have the carpenter build that loft. And then…” He shares a knowing smile with Rem. There wasn’t a need to say what came next. They both knew. They both dreamed and talked about it so much at length. Starting a family. Opening that shop.

But that was still waiting patiently in the future. In the now was the woman he loved in his arms, and in hers a very refreshing beverage that was making his lips feel all the drier and needing.

“Thanks. Hold on, I’m gonna try it but I need something else first. Pretty badly actually.” Whatever could that be? A kiss, of course. As if Rem could place herself in such close proximity without Raguna needing more and more affection by the moment. Excuse the farmer for a moment to take the lead and lean in and press his lips against hers, also taking the cool frosted glass once they were finally content enough with that. Grinning with more than a flush from the heat on his face, he slips the straw into his mouth. After pulling it through the ice-cold drink hits his throat and he sighs in content. “Oh wow, that is so refreshing. It’s … oh, is it made with milk? Mm.. it’s perfect. You come up with the best ideas, Rem.” Lips smack as he pulls lingering taste and parses out whatever else could be in there. As always, Rem had outdone herself in spoiling him.

Thinking about Beatrice’s reaction to the milkshake earns a laugh from Raguna. Expression softening even more as his arm slips ever more comfortably around Rem’s middle. “This brings back memories. Speaking of Beatrice, it doesn’t feel like all that long ago you still lived at the mansion with her. She reacted a lot of the same when I made her the strawberry banana smoothie. Do you remember that? I wasn’t able to escape the kitchen without letting you try some as well… it’s been a while since I’ve made those come to think of it. Maybe next time we’re at the market we can pick up some bananas and try that out with some other recipes. Making it with milk as a base like this would probably make it even better.”

#remunporium #remunporium :: rem #muse :: raguna #inbox :: answered ic #we'll be free...

[nezukochaaan]

he’s been helping her secretly in the background and wow it’s killing me to see him WANT to take that step forward and just reach out to her but holds himself back

#start up #start up tvn #i see ppl calling him a coward #HE'S NOT YO #just look at his story #boy grew up alone and lonely #of course he's gonna build a wall around himself #then halmeoni taught him kindess and love #so fast forward to the future he's gonna pay it forward #repay his 'deb't by helping dalmi #he was confused whether to actually he likes dalmi as a woman #or maybe he just wanted to be in her place having a family that would love him #but now he's finally realizing what he's actually feeling #and its a first to him #pls i just want a happy ending for him man #he deserves everything #don't break his heart anymore i beg you #han ji pyeong

[algebaricproofy]

Fuck You Series: Part 1

Part 2: Part3 part4 part5 part6

genre: smut, bit of angst, fluff, band au, uni au, enemies to lovers au

pairing: beomgyu x gn reader (afab tho when it comes to smut parts)

warnings: nsfw, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, just reader and beomgyu arguing with each other for so goddamn long, degrading & slut shaming

synopsis: you and Beomgyu are both from infamous rival bands at the same uni, you being the bassist of your band: Blue Moon. Beomgyu being the lead guitarist of his band: Tomorrow x Together . You hate Beomgyu the most out of all of them though and one night at a party you decide to teach him a "lesson" and become...fuck buddies ??

word count: 1.2k

Song of the chapter: Bad influence - Bernard Park

Loud music blared, a faint smell of drugs, alcohol and BO drifted over the room. People were awfully dancing about, flailing their arms with red solo cups accompanying their hands. A typical house party.

You weren't very much of a fan to be honest, but that was what uni life was famous for: being absolutely hammered and having a lecture the next day in the morning with a hangover. All old people were so reminiscent of their uni days you just thought you'd be thankful in the future.

Suddenly needing to go to the bathroom, you go upstairs, wading past the numerous people and see a door that you assume could be it. You reach for the knob but your hands are met with someone else's instead.

Of course it was Choi Beomgyu.

"I was going to the bathroom first thank you very much." You say, pulling his hand away from the knob.

"No way I need to go right now." He says, putting his hand back on the doorknob.

"So do I and I'm going first." You argue.

Both of you continue bickering for a while, each pulling each other's hands away from the knob and shouting at each other until you've had enough and just turn it, both of you falling forwards into the room that was most definitely not even the bathroom.

"What a dumbass. You didn't even know whether it was the bathroom", Beomgyu sneers at you.

"Neither did you?"

"Yeah but I just assumed it was since your face looked like you were gonna piss right there and you were going towards the door like your life depended on it."

"Fuck off."

"Your band performing at the the uni music festival then?" He asks, ignoring you.

"Yeah we are obviously, both of our bands are the only reason why people even go."

"I can understand why people would go for us but not really for you guys."

"I could say the same for you. Your band is like barely even mediocre at best."

"Yeah? Go on, give me one reason."

"Well first off, all your songs are so fucking annoying they just use the same melody and lyrics over and over and over again like your newest track, lover loser or whatever? Like, we get you're a loser and we agree actually but you don't have to keep repeating it every 5 seconds."

"As your latest song was any better? I wouldn't even classify that a song. What even was that shit I swear my ears were actually bleeding"

"Also what even is your fucking band name? Tomorrow x together? It just sounds like you typed in band name generator and picked the first thing you saw."

"Hey! Our name has a very sentimental meaning actually! We've come together under one dream in hopes of buil-"

"Yeah I've heard that way too many times."

"Also what even is your guitarist, bro can't improvise for shit it's like they never learnt any basic scales"

"Ryujin is an extremely talented guitarist and that's rich coming from you."

"Um no I can-"

You can't even be bothered to pay attention to whatever crap he was saying, instead you focus your attention on what his face looked like right now. His pretty perfectly shaped and sized eyebrows were furrowed at you, nose slightly scrunched, long hair swaying and those plump lips moving about fast, probably spewing something about you or your band members. Sure you disliked him but he was slightly attractive, you hate to admit. Why would the universe gift someone who was so annoying such a face like that?

You hated everything else about him though, the way he thought so highly of himself and was such a cocky bitch and the way he treated you and your band.

It made you want to see what he'd be like underneath you, all of that stripped, begging you for mercy.

So when you attached your lips to his, shutting him from whatever shit he was going on about, you didn't expect him to let you continue or to kiss you back. And when you grabbed him by both of his wrists, pinning them by the sides of his head and moving him towards the bed, you expected him to let go immediately and ask you if you've lost your mind. Had you lost your mind? It wasn't even like you could blame it on the alcohol because you hadn't had any.

Even when you were now trailing rough kisses on his neck, you were still waiting for him to throw you off him but he didn't. Only squeezing his eyes shut, same furrowed brows and slight whimpers escaping his lips.

It made you wonder what other sounds he could make so one of your hands travelled to his clothed dick and you started palming him, earning extraordinarily pretty moans and gasps from him, especially when you only focused on his sensitive tip.

You could tell he couldn't take anymore of it. His mouth was hanging wide open, his only free hand squeezed tightly shut. You smirk at his state. Never would you have thought you'd see him this way.

"I didn't know you were such a plain slut, Beomgyu", You laugh but he only moans out your name in response, "What? Want me to fuck you?"

He nods his head fast and whines out a please.

"Say my band's better than yours and that Ryujin is a better lead guitarist than you could ever be then"

He looks at you with pleading eyes.

"No? Okay then." You stop what you're doing and start to get off him but he stops you by grabbing your hand.

"Your band...is better than mine and Ryujin...is a better lead guitarist than I'll ever be" He doesn't make eye contact with you, his head down but you swear you can see tears in his eyes. He must feel totally humiliated right now it's quite funny actually.

"Aw. What a good boy." You say sarcastically, ruffling his hair then finally freeing his painfully hard dick which was pretty much oozing with precum. Taking off your pants too, you position his dick at your entrance and slowly sink down, Beomgyu throwing his head back, already a moaning mess.

You pin his hands next to his head again and start to move and roll your hips on him. Really, such pretty moans were coming out of him, encouraging you to go at a much faster pace. Until finally, you could tell he was gonna cum any second, evident from the way his moaning and whimpering became more and more frequent and high pitched and how is eyes were rolling back slightly and then, obviously him saying "I'm gonna cum" and then he does. Quite a lot. But you carry on rolling your hips on his dick.

“W-what are you doing?” He asks, gasping

“Oh I’m not done with you yet Choi Beomgyu.”

Reblogs are really appreciated <;33

a/n: tell me if you want to be added to the taglist in the comments of this post or ask box ! I'm not sure if I'll continue this bc I'm dying from cringeness rn

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