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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day twenty one: Genies!Kalim and Jamil deceiving their darling

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/n: This idea seemed to be living rent-free in my head for a few months now, so ofc I had to write. I actually wanted to write more about it but decided against; all the fics on the halloween had to be easy to write and faster. Writing 30 fics in the span of two weeks was certainly something but tbh i was stress writing lol. Either way, I'm rambling now, good read, darlings!

The lamp felt heavier in your hands than it should have. Its ornate metalwork was intricate, with delicate filigree and worn engravings that hinted at centuries of history, a history long lost - now preserved as a legend.

The lamp gift from a friend, they had laughed when they handed it to you, suggesting the possibility of a genie inside. It was, of course, just a joke — something fun, a relic from a forgotten time. But as you sat alone in your quiet room, you couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't true.

Turning it over, you traced the smooth surface of the metal. The dim light of the room glinted off its curves.

“What’s the harm?” you muttered to yourself, half-smiling at the absurdity of it all. "Nothing will happen."

And yet, curiosity urged you on. You gently rubbed the side of the lamp, not expecting anything beyond perhaps the sound of metal against your skin.

At first, nothing.

You giggled, setting the lamp down on the table beside your bed. Wishing for something like that work was futile; you had to make your future happen with your own hands.

Yet, one could hope.

As you turned around to open another birthday gift, a faint warmth spread through your body, like a blanketbeing wrapped around you so gently and softly. The lamp vibrated slightly, a low hum echoing from its core. You froze, eyes wide as thin wisps of golden smoke curled from the spout, swirling and expanding until the room was filled with it.

You blinked, heart pounding as two figures emerged from the mist.

One stood tall and composed, his dark hair framing a serious face, sharp eyes locked on you with an intensity that made your breath catch. His clothes were regal but foreign, a blend of deep colors and shimmering gold that seemed almost alive.

Beside him was another figure, smaller and brighter, with an infectious smile that lit up the space around him. His pale hair glowed under the lamplight, his eyes full of excitement and warmth, and he was holding the lamp on both his hands.

Both of them stood before you, impossibly real and tangible. If you reached out, you knew you could feel them there.

The taller one regarded you with mild interest. “I see… a new master,” he said smoothly, his voice soft and rich, like velvet. “I am Jamil and this beside me is Kalim. We're pleased to meet you.”

Kalim beamed at you. “Wow! It’s been forever since someone summoned us. You must be really lucky!” His enthusiasm was infectious, but you remained frozen, trying to process what was happening.

Was the legend real? They would grant you three wishes right here and now? Do you have any wishes? You can't think straight.

Jamil’s gaze didn’t waver. Soon enough, the famous words left his mouth as he almost purred the syllables. “You rubbed the lamp, which means you’re entitled to three wishes.”

You stared at them both, still struggling to wrap your mind around the situation. “Wait, what… this is real?” you stammered.

Kalim laughed for a long time, the sound light and cheerful. There were little tears forming on his eyes, but he wiped them. “We're as real as you are, habibi! You summoned us, so we’re here to grant your wishes!” He leaned closer, eyes sparkling. “Go on, ask for anything.”

Your heart raced as you tried to gather your thoughts. Wishes… real wishes. The possibilities swirled in your mind, but the disbelief kept you from speaking right away or remembering what you truly wanted.

The two genies stood patiently, Jamil’s eyes narrowing slightly as he waited, while Kalim watched with a wide, eager smile.

Tentatively, you spoke. “I wish for… I wish to have plenty of money.”

No sooner had the words left your mouth than the room shifted around you. You gasped as money started to appeared out of nowhere, everything felt too much like a fever dream, but this also meant you could finally treat yourself to some nice things, as you wouldn't struggle anymore.

Kalim danced around, his laughter filling the air. “Look at it! Isn’t it amazing?” he exclaimed, summoning a flower of thin air and handing it to you with a grin. “You can have anything you want.”

Jamil’s gaze never left you. He didn’t smile, but there was something satisfied in his eyes, as though your first wish had confirmed something for him.

“One wish down,” he said, his voice low and measured. “Two more to go.”

“What happens after I make all three wishes?” you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

You held the flower in your hand, feeling its soft petals brush against your skin. But deep inside, you couldn’t shake the feeling of something lurking just beneath the surface. There was something too perfect about it all, too controlled.

Too much like a dream.

Kalim’s smile faltered for a second, but he quickly recovered. “You’ll be happy! That’s what matters, right?” He twirled around, his carefree nature pulling at you like a warm summer breeze. “We’ll make sure of it!”

Jamil, however, met your question with a deeper, knowing gaze. “All you need to worry about is the next wish,” he said, his voice almost hypnotic. “Whatever your heart desires.”

The unease in your chest grew. You looked down at the flower in your hand, feeling the weight of their stares on you. Could you trust them? The money spilled on your floor wasn’t what you had imagined. It felt… artificial, like it existed solely to please you, the perfect amount to pay your bills and live comfortably, it seems.

“I wish for…” You hesitated, trying to find something more meaningful. “I wish to see the most breathtaking sunset, something that can’t be replicated.”

The sunset felt eternal, like time itself had stopped for you to watch. You stood in awe, the sight so beautiful it was almost painful. Yet, even as you admired it, you could feel the weight of Jamil’s eyes on you.

This time, Kalim’s expression brightened, as though he had been waiting for something grand like this. “Oh, I can do that!” he exclaimed, raising his arms toward the sky.

The sun lowered on the horizon, its light turning the garden into a canvas of fiery oranges and soft purples. The colors spilled across the sky, streaking it with brilliance that took your breath away.

“Your last wish,” he prompted, stepping closer. “Choose wisely.”

You took a deep breath, the air thick with magic and the overwhelming pressure of their presence. “What if… I don’t want to make a third wish yet?”

Kalim’s smile didn’t waver, but there was an edge to it now. “But don’t you want more? You can have anything!”

Jamil’s eyes darkened, his voice a quiet whisper. “You can’t stop now."

The air around you shifted, growing heavier as the two genies loomed closer. The carefree atmosphere that Kalim had created melted away, revealing something darker, more insistent.

Before you could speak, Jamil raised a hand, his expression cold and determined. “We’ll make it for you.”

Kalim’s grin grew wider, but it no longer felt warm. It was possessive, unsettling. The golden mist from the lamp began to rise again, swirling around you. “We’ll make sure you’re with us forever, litte master.” Kalim said cheerfully, his voice sounding almost detached from reality.

You tried to step back, but the smoke wrapped around you like tendrils, pulling you closer to the lamp. “Wait— what are you doing?” Panic surged through you as you struggled to break free, but their magic was too strong, too consuming.

"Master, we've been watching you." Jamil’s voice echoed in your ears as the smoke tightened its grip, dragging you toward the lamp’s spout. “You’re ours now. You can't escape.”

The last thing you saw was Kalim’s glowing smile and Jamil’s cold, satisfied gaze before everything went dark, the world collapsing into the endless void of the lamp.

And there, in the heart of the lamp, you realized with a sinking dread that you were never meant to leave.

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Not perfect and not always right but basically:

Is it a screen shot?

Is there a link?

Did you click/read the link?

Was it a real source (AP wire, local news, the original online post - not Fox, not the Sun, not NY Post, etc)?

Did you find any confirmation?

Did it strongly confirm a bias or suspicion?

Did it make you feel angry, smug, disgusted, superior, and/or helpless?

Is it important enough to you that you think it needs to be shared?

Do you have the energy, time, ability to research, confirm, and provide sources, links, and some additional clarifying details?

Generally I have this in mind, not necessarily always and not always observed, and I forget and blah blah. But it's a pretty simple guide to remember, and honestly items 1 and 9 cover me most of the time.

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Did you know? Skates walk along the seafloor using little feet!

The ‘walking’ fins are known as the anterior pelvic lobes, and they use them to propel themselves along the sand. They do this because it is a more energy-efficient way to move short distances than swimming.

Skate walk!

(x)

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i watch baseball for the side quests

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i watch baseball for the side quests

update: i think you should look at the reblogs for more important baseball hijinks

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Dandelions

Ruggie Bucchi, Yuu

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“Are you picking dandelions?”

Ruggie looks up at me with something like a defensive look hidden behind his usual teasing demeanor. “Why, ya want some? Gonna have to pay up.”

I stop next to him, looking around the field for more dandelions. “Just curious.”

Maybe I can help him look.

“I’m gonna eat ‘em.” He shrugs, obviously hoping to look nonchalant about it. Even so, I can see the wariness behind it. 

“Eat them?” I look at him with a curious look, just as he turns away to pick more dandelions. Or maybe to hide his face from me. Probably that one. “I’ve heard you can make a lot of different foods with dandelions. Is there something you’re looking to make?”

He pauses for a moment, still looking at the ground. For dandelions, definitely. 100%. “Not really. Just lookin’ for dinner tonight.”

Looking for dinner? Why not just go to the cafeteria?

Wait… Ruggie’s poor. Does he not have the money?

Of course, I have to ask. “Why pick dandelions then, of all things? The cafeteria and the school store both have a lot of stuff.” 

He turns to me with that sneaky smirk of his and asks, “Why, were you planning on buying me dinner?”

He’s avoiding the question. I was right, wasn’t I?

I kneel down, picking a few dandelions of my own while thinking of recipes I knew that used dandelions. It was one of the random things I’d come across while being online, so I at least knew of a few things. 

“What are you doing?” He looks at me with furrowed brows. 

“Picking dandelions.” I pick a few more, making sure the edible parts of the dandelions look good enough to eat. 

“...I’m not paying you for this, you know.” He continues picking dandelions, sending a few seemingly confused glances my way. 

“I know. I just remembered that there were a few recipes that used dandelions that I wanted to test out. You’ll be my taste tester, won’t you?” I pick a few more dandelions, tossing them into the basket Ruggie was using. 

His ears twitch a few times, and he seems to be considering my offer. “...I’m guessing you’re gonna want me to pay you for dinner…?”

I laugh for a moment as I pick a few more dandelions. “You can pay me in some of those dandelions and some feedback on the food. How’s that sound?”

“Basically free food, right? Yeah I’m in!” He gives no hesitation as he agrees, picking up the basket as he stands up with a smile. “We goin’ to Ramshackle, then?”

I can’t help but smile at his obvious excitement, and I stand up with a few more dandelions in my hands. I put them in his basket and start walking towards Ramshackle. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

For a while, we walk together towards Ramshackle in relative silence until Ruggie poses a question. “Sooo, am I gonna have to share with Grim, then?”

“No, Grim got into something and now Vil is holding him hostage at Pomefiore until he’s all cleaned up. It’ll just be you and me for dinner.” I continue walking along the path, vaguely wondering what kinds of horrors Grim is enduring at Pomefiore at this moment. 

“Oh, cool. More for me! Shee hee hee!” He places his hands behind his head casually as the two of us walk together to the dorm.

Soon enough, the two of us are in the kitchen. I’m picking out various ingredients, picking apart the edible parts of the dandelions, and overall prepping to make dinner. Ruggie, on the other hand, is standing at the edge of the kitchen and watching me. 

After a while, dinner is in full swing. Dandelions are being cooked into some kind of edible substance. I stir a few dandelion parts in a pan with a few other ingredients, boiling some of the flowers in a pot for dandelion tea. 

The pan pops every few seconds from the heat, and I shift the ingredients around while keeping half an eye on Ruggie, who is 100% looking for an opportunity to steal some food. 

Of course, he does manage to succeed a few times. Unsurprising, given that he’s got practically the slipperiest fingers on campus. I didn’t stop him, but I did give him a few looks as he nibbles on bits a few feet away. 

Eventually, dinner is finally done. I start plating everything up, making sure to give Ruggie a good portion. After all, I wouldn’t want him leaving here hungry after I offered him dinner. 

“Alright, time for food!” I grab the plates, taking them to the dining room and setting them next to each other. “Alright, sit.” I take him by the shoulders, guiding him to a chair. Once he’s seated, I return to the kitchen to get the dandelion tea. 

Of course, I get back to the dining room to find Ruggie already digging in. 

Well, he seems to like it at least. 

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civic duty

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civic duty

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Finally some good fucking news

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I think a lot of people are forgetting that on tumblr fandom used to be practiced very differently. now everyone fucks off to their discords or tumblr groups to discuss everything with a select few, making tags be nearly only used for posting some finished fanworks or not at all

a decade ago people didn't have tumblr groups. people didn't even have dms. if you wanted to talk to anyone about anything you had to make a post, or send an ask (which more often than not would get published and thereby become a post in the end too)

so next time you think "I have a fandom thought but I have to find a small group of hyperspecifically like-minded people to share it with in private" remember all the freaks you could be missing out on meeting by keeping the tags dead. use tags, make friends. fuck discord.

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OK I'm in the pussy 👍. Now what

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Pour one out for Dolly Parton's husband, a man who managed to remain almost totally anonymous despite being married to Dolly Parton.

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oftentimes when you look back on media you enjoyed as a child it's like hello why did they let a 14 year old fight a dragon? but star wars holds up. luke is 19. his reaction to losing his whole family is to say "alright, let's do this. I'm gonna learn to meditate and hire a sexy drug dealer and his friend who's a furry to be my uber across the galaxy so I can blow up a fascist government" that's something only a 19 y/o would do

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I used to hate the word faggot but now I realize that it's probably one of the only things that the gay community has left that isn't being sanitized, shined, and sold back to us at a premium by deceitful ass companies who claim to like us but then vote for policies that kill us. you're not gonna see a bank in a pride parade with banners that say "we love faggots" but you sure as hell will see a gay person saying "I love being a faggot" it feels so more real.

and I want it to stay controversial too because if a bank ever feels like they have the right to say "haha faggot right guys? 😏🏳️‍🌈" we should be able to publicly execute their ceo