#{and you shall know; the truth}

[faunandfloraas]

One Kid's Room 2024, ep.01 - Han.

[rolandkaros]

forever hilarious to me that tennis is promoted as this prestigious highbrow big-brain sport when most tennis fans these days are like. yeah this is my favorite player. yeah i don't know why they're like that. yes they are stupid. no i will not choose somebody else.

[originalaccountname]

I have to say, Ryuunosuke saying he "never would have defended the man" had he known he had actually done it while also calling for the right to a fair trial once again highlights the Ace Attorney fantasy of only defending the wrongfully accused and leaving the moral ambivalence to the prosecuting side. The guilty deserve a fair trial too ya dingus!!

Edgeworth remains the only real one for deciding first that his job was to figure out the truth and that he would stand on the prosecution side to further that end, no matter what the end result would be.

[zoeflake]

There was a blinding flash of light

and then the ship descended

🙀

and it was filled with scary rocks and strange raisin cookies!

[allycat75]

Only way out is through.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

just finished el mundo gira and i thought it was like. comically bad. sorry to any el mundo gira stans, but tomorrow's writeup will have some hater energy.

[moonchild-in-blue]

being a good guard dog😌

YES. You see my vision. Murder Espera my most beloveds - I need to work on my half baked wip of them asap.

You think Slasher iii and Stalker iv are cruel and twisted. Ohhh boy, if you only knew who they work for.

(gaaahhh i miss them so much omg 😭😭😭😭)

[paimonial-rage]

My favorite works in no particular order:

Tipsy Tales (Anemo Boys)

Symbiosis (Ayato)

What Destiny Has Brought (Fischl)

Hello How Are You (Gorou)

Follow the Wind II (Kazuha)

Of the Same Coin (Mika)

Songs of the Wind (Venti)

Nothing Lasts Forever (Yae Miko)

Sharing a Drink They Call Loneliness (Zhongli)

Of Hopes and Prayers (Zhongli)

[introspectivememories]

obsessed with the damian and bernard dynamic.

[reality-detective]

***History Lesson***

You Decide ���

[shaw-punsexualnerd]

for the batter teeth comic:

ship not ship, intimate or not, I'm leaving that one to y'all so go hogwild and b nice to each other -w-

[gaybd1]

Okay wooo let’s come on out about it, confession time babes!

I… think it’s so lame and embarrassing but I HAVE dealt with a fucking. Gambling addiction in the past lmfao there’s not much to it but yeah it was bad

So um. There’s a lot of substance abuse in the family and since I’ve already dealt with the lame gambling thing I do a lot to prevent other stuff from happening to me personally like I never keep alcohol in the house and as much as I like to have a good time I never buy ~party favors~ directly or like allow myself to have those connections/contacts

and yet I STILL found a way to abuse cigarettes about uhhh 10 years ago because it was the only thing I let myself have access to. It started with cigars in Cuba and by the time I moved to China YOH I was smoking a pack a night. Found out it was an issue when a friend took them from me once out of concern and I started crying and begging for them back, it was NOT pretty. I decided to quit cold turkey by myself 5 years ago and I got SO SICK when my body adjusted to like. Not poisoning itself. Anyway. Even nowadays I still crave them and I know if I even have one again I’m fucked but I never want to get that sick again so I JUST DONT

[iniziare]

Re-tag drop: Yelan

[constantly-deactivated]

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Tree - Ray Toro x Reader

Prompt: T: Tree (How do they decorate their tree?) (from this list) Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Word Count: 1 293 Warnings: I just read this again and it’s really, really sweet, sickeningly. Also: if you want tomorrow’s story to hit even harder, please pay attention to how easily Ray and Reader communicate their feelings. This has been a warning.

You knew Ray was full of surprises, but nothing could have prepared you for how important it was to him to decorate the Christmas tree together. The two of you had been dating for not even a year, making this your first Christmas together, and a few months ago, you had moved in with him. It had been a decision some of your friends had called rushed, but it was way cheaper than your flat, Ray had offered, and secretly neither of you felt all too keen on spending the precious spare time you had with getting from one apartment to the other. Even though it had been a bit scary, the usual anxieties taking over like whether you would be able to stand sharing a living space with each other, how your daily routines would clash and so on, living with Ray had been as good as perfect, and you did not regret your choice for one second.

It was a Sunday morning in early december, when the sound of a crash woke you up. Irritated, you sat up, blinking into the twilight of the room. The bed beside you was empty, and a second crash, followed by muffled cursing made you suspect Ray was already up and about.

Slipping out of bed and grabbing one of Ray’s hoodies from where it hung over a chair, slipping it on, you poked your head out of the bedroom door. The continuing noise of clattering mixed with quiet cursing, originated in the living room, and once you pushed the door open far enough to see inside, you were no longer surprised as to why Ray was swearing. But you were surprised at the sight before you.

It seemed definitely impossible, but Ray had managed to carry a Christmas tree inside, which was almost as tall as the ceiling was high. All by himself. Right now he was struggling to keep the tree in its stand, every time it threatened to tilt, a new curse quietly falling off his lips.

Once you had overcome your initial surprise at the huge tree in the middle of the living room, you ran over to Ray, quickly grabbing the tree that seemed on its best way to fall on top of your boyfriend.

“Which way do you need me to tilt the tree,” you asked, glancing down at Ray who was crouched on the ground. His hair was dishevelled and from his body language alone you could tell he was focusing.

Through hesitating comments Ray wished you a good morning, and just a few minutes later, the tree stood safe and tall, its top twig almost scratching the ceiling.

Standing side by side with Ray, you inspected your work. You couldn’t help but feel like you imagined these children in the picture books to feel at the sight of such a huge tree. Respect, awe, but also giddy. 

“Good morning, again,” Ray whispered, sneaking his arm around your waist and pulling you in for a short kiss.

You repeated the words against his lips before he pulled away. Only now you properly realised, that he was still wearing his winter jacket, and on the sofa lay his hat.

“How about you make us some hot chocolate and I go fetch the decorations,” Ray suggested.

“Don’t you want to have breakfast first,” you asked, confused, but he shook his head.

“We’re gonna have a Christmas Tree decorating breakfast. With hot chocolate and cookies��� If that’s okay for you?”

Even if he had not asked, you would not have refused his wish. Something in his voice made it very clear how important this was to him. Not important because he wanted to do it, but because it meant something to him emotionally. You were not entirely sure what it was, but the thought of rejecting his wish would have felt equal to breaking his heart. Besides: Christmas Tree decorating breakfast sounded pretty awesome.

While you made hot chocolate in the kitchen, Ray carried the decorations into the living room. It seemed the stuff he owned was mostly classical red and gold, baubles in those colours, a few wooden figurines. And a tiny spider man bauble. When you spotted it, it made you laugh, but you figured it would have been unlike Ray if not a little joke like that would have been hidden somewhere.

Ray also seemed to have bought gingerbread, because when you carried the cups into the living room, the box was ripped open, and he had placed a few gingerbreads on plates for both of you.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur. Ray had put on some Christmas music, not the modern one, but old orchestra music, now playing from vinyl. While you put up the baubles, you always took a sip of hot chocolate in between or a bite from the gingerbread. Although a lot of the time also was used by Ray to pull you in for sweet kisses. In fact it seemed like he always tried to keep a hand at you, on your waist, your hand, your forearm…

The gestures made your heart dance, and you were absolutely certain this had to be the most romantic Christmas Tree decorating anyone had ever done.

Once you were finished, you sat on the sofa, looking at the now sparkling tree. Ray had strung Christmas lights with tiny bulbs into the twigs, and now that they were turned on, they looked like hundreds of small fairies making the tree glow.

Your head was resting against Ray’s chest, the two of you cuddled together on the sofa, as your eyes were fixed on the tree, the cups, long empt, standing on the side table.

“I’ve always dreamt about decorating the tree like this,” Ray whispered, breaking the comfortable silence. 

Questioningly you tilted your head to look at him.

“Back at home it was always fun, but also loud and we would constantly bicker about what should go up on the tree and what else we needed to buy and whatnot…”

By the way he trailed off, you could tell there was more to the story. Encouragingly you ran your fingers in uneven patterns over his shirt.

“And then when I was living on my own, I saw all these couples who always celebrated Christmas together, while I was alone, or on tour, and… it sounds pitiful, but I just wondered if I'd ever have something like that. So I wanted this to be fun today.”

“It’s not pitiful,” you disagreed. “It’s understandable. I definitely felt the same, you know? I think everybody feels that way sometimes. But-,” you leant up, so you could take a better look at Ray’s face, “I think today was the most magical, most christmas-y, most romantic morning i ever could have imagined. And I feel very happy and very privileged to have spent it with you. Thank you.”

Leaning down to him, you sweetly kissed his lips, feeling as his eyes fluttered shut and he released a shaky breath. Knowing that even after months of dating he still reacted like this sometimes to something as simple as a short peck on the lips, made your heart dance happily.

“You know that I love you, right,” Ray asked, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you back on top of him. “So much.”

Burying your nose against his neck, his long hair brushing over your face, you nodded. “I love you, too. So much.”

And while the lights on the christmas tree continued sparkling, specks of red and gold dancing through the living room where the lights reflected off the baubles, Spider Man keeping watch over the tree from a high twig, you slowly dozed off in Ray’s arms.

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