#(I love you all)

[justagreekdoingstuff]

Fr tho-

[letitrainathousandflames]

I wish you a soft bed, clean sheets, a cool pilow against your cheek. An uninterrupted, recharging night's sleep. A gentle, lazy morning of dewdrops and birdsong to wake up to. I wish you a new day, a new chance, a new beginning.

[peachdues]

The number of asks I have sitting rn for that “anonymously tell me why you follow me” thing that admit they don’t really watch/engage with demon slayer but follow because they’re into my fics is actually making me so emotional.

I’m responding to every single one, but I just wanted to say: that is the highest compliment I could receive. Thank you all, so, so much.

[adoriels-tears-if]

I hope you're ready. Really, because this is gonna suck. 😘

I finally have a clear vision of the two scenes I'm currently working on.

Still so many twists and turns to code though. 😭

[jujubeanie]

Found more info.

This is so fvcked up.

Here’s the article: https://www.pbs.org/newshour/politics/lgbtq-youth-calls-to-mental-health-crisis-line-spiked-by-700-percent-after-election-day

imagine how much of a fucking horrible person you have to be that on the first day your elected into office the crisis calls of a Suicide Prevention Project Go Up 33%. The Trevor Project Received over 1,400 Call By Early Monday Afternoon. Most of those calls, if not all, are coming from children. Children scared of you and what you will do. Imagine how much power and how horrible you have to be to do that.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Love you (ALL)

You are important

The world would be a worse place without you in it

You matter

I care

There are other people who care

You will find people who care in this very thread

You matter more than you know

Don't give up on yourself

ALSO DRINK YOUR MEDS AND WATER and at least try to eat something today if you haven't already

If you can, please put one thing away, one clothing item in your closet, one piece of trash in the bin

You are doing good

Take care of yourself

You deserve good things

[t4t-pathogen]

T4T love is holy whether its sexual or romantic or platonic or monogamous or polyamorous or gay or lesbian or straight or any combination of any of those things or even something more deeply personal and undefineable

[thewizardhole]

happy pride u vile sickos

[hexagonce]

For real, to all of you put there, PLEASE DO NOT GIVE UP our country is BETTER with all of you in it, immigrants, LGBTQ+ people, disabled people, religions that aren't exclusively Christianity, homeless people (and I'm about to be one too), everyone. Do not let these turds in office / office adjacents take your life, your happiness, your WORTH! Talk to the community we still have, live for the future, however messed up the journey there is going to be. Find support here and cling to it. Text your friends, ask how they are! Go out and enjoy nature before we don't have any left. Drink that water, take your meds, get SLEEP and put the phone down when all the news and politics gets to be too much.

I am still here. I am terrified for my future, but I'm staying here, ALIVE, strong and I'm not going anywhere.

Do not let them win.

stopping by to say -

Support your libraries guys! They got books! Internet! Information! They're the last bastion of community, and librarians are heroes.

Learn first aid - it can save lives. When you're clued up on it, teach it to others.

If you're able to, try and buy a couple of extra canned items/water when you do your weekly food shop. Don't forget first aid items and toiletries. It doesn't have to be tonnes, but it doesn't hurt to have a couple of extras.

Try and find some happiness in each day. Finding some form of positivity or laughing is a form of rebellion. Do not let the fuckers get you down.

Exercise. Literally no cons to this (sorry). YouTube has lots of great videos that require no equipment.

Learn to fix things! Fixing your own stuff instead of buying new is another form of rebellion and saves you some money.

Look after each other. Check in on people.

Controversial one, maybe: it's good to have discussions with people that have different views. CIVILISED discussions. SAFE discussions. Of course, choose who you speak to carefully, and disregard this entirely if you want to, but I'm gonna throw it out there.

Teach each other skills. Do you know how to can food? Awesome, teach your friend, and ask him to teach you how to grow veggies in return.

Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up. Remember that you've survived every single bad day of your life. You're tough, you can do it.

[acrownforaking]

Absolutely obsessed with the House renaissance happening on tumblr right now. Really glad everyone woke up 12 years after the show ended and went "Wait a minute. what the fuck was THAT"

[loveisonlyforthebrave8]

going into the ao3 tag when ao3 is down is honestly the most validating experience ever.

[sincerelybubbles]

could you write something where the reader is listening to reid going off on his tangents and when he gets insecure, just straight up saying. "no, go on. i like the sound of your voice." ? ty! 🤍

Don't shut up // no warnings as far as i can tell? lmk if not <3 pure fluff!! ty for the request <333

"They usually called her the Limping Lady but there's really no way to tell how many pseudonyms she used," Spencer is saying, dragging his hand through your hair where you lay on his lap, His other hand is busy grasping at the air while he talks.

"Because of the prosthetic leg?" You ask, urging him to continue talking. You're nearly asleep, eyes heavy and chest loose with the comfort of his proximity.

"Yeah. She actually nicknamed it 'Cuthbert' when she got the wooden prosthetic. It's actually pretty interesting - people have been using prosthetics for a really long time. We don't know exactly when people started using them in modern medicine, but the first evidence we can find of them dates all the way back to ancient Egypt where they found a prosthetic toe."

The documentary Spencer put on over an hour ago about World War II has long since been paused, Netflix's blinking "Are you still watching?" hovering uselessly on his laptop screen. He paused it ages ago to discuss the inaccuracies about Hitler's past, then Italy's involvement in France and the parallels between the almost French famine and the Irish famine, leading him to Virginia Hall.

All in all, you're in heaven. He's been stroking your hair, blunt nails scratching every so often, voice rumbling through his chest and stomach where your ear presses against. He's talking calmly, even, if not slightly rushed, like he can't wait for even a breath to keep telling you about everything he knows.

"I just want you to know all of the things I know, too, you know?" He told you once when you urged him to slow down. He's learned to take his time with you, eventually, realizing that you're not waiting for your opportunity to jump in. You don't spend your time with Spencer figuring out when it'll be your turn to talk next; instead, you lull in the comfortable space of listening while knowing he'll return the favor the moment you have something to say.

"Sorry, are you trying to sleep? I can shut up and turn the movie back on," Spencer says suddenly, hand stilling in your hair.

You open your eyes slightly to find him looking down at you, lip caught between his teeth, a hesitant look in his eyes.

Spencer doesn't often get insecure like this around you - you've spent plenty of time convincing him that there's no need - but moments like this still happen. You suppose it's a natural product of constant teasing and bullying through childhood.

"I don't mean to ramble," he mutters when he catches your eye.

"No," you say, interrupting him and reaching up to brush your fingers across his cheekbone and up to his eyebrows. "No, Spence, I literally love the sound of your voice. Please, keep going."

You watch him melt, afraid for a moment that his liquid brown eyes will start to water. You make a concerned noise, about to sit up and comfort him further, when his hand moves to press down on your collarbones. He holds you in place as he looks at you for a second, heated gaze causing you to feel warm. Slowly, he bends to press a kiss on each of your eyelids, right below your eyebrows. He rests his lips on the bones there for a few moments before moving to the next.

"I love you," he murmurs, the truth of the statement oozing out too sincerely to ignore.

He doesn't give you a moment to breathe before diving right back into his explanation of how ancient prosthetics were integrated into modern medicine, hand resuming its path in your hair and voice slowly bringing you to a calm half-nap.

[luvismenu]

mwah <3

stream #06 — espresso ✒️

pause or play ,, JJK — series m.list

wc: 2k+

“no, no, no, not that song, jji. that's not gonna lift my mood,” jungkook groans, burying his face in his hands dramatically.

“come on, jungkook, you're still upset over that?” you ask, hands on your hips, watching him sulk on the couch.

“yes, i am! i lost three times in a row!” he looks up at you with a pout, his brows furrowed like a child who just got scolded.

“so what? it's just a game. you’ve won a hundred times before.” you tilt your head, confused. this isn’t like him— jungkook doesn’t usually act this way when he loses.

he’s always been competitive, but he plays fair. if he loses, he takes it in stride. that’s how it’s always been, especially with you. the two of you spent most of your childhood playing games together, constantly competing but keeping it fun.

but today? today feels strange.

and in jungkook’s mind, well... he does play fair. at least, most of the time. but the reason for his dramatic reaction is currently something else entirely.

it all started a few rounds ago, when he lost the first time. it was a clean loss, and he had no problem accepting it. but then you turned to him with that triumphant grin of yours, leaned in, and—out of nowhere—pecked his cheek.

“better luck next time, jji,” you’d said, smiling so sweetly it made his brain EXPLODE.

well, it felt that way.

and just like that, he lost his focus. now all he can think about is how to get you to do it again.

so, obviously, he lost on purpose. not once. not twice. but three times. and the reason for his current “upset” act? well, it’s not the losing— he doesn’t care about that. it’s the fact that you haven’t kissed his cheek again since.

“yeah, but that’s not what i want,” he mutters, still pouting

you blink, completely confused. “what… else?”

he doesn’t answer, just stares at you like he’s waiting for something.

“tell you what,” you say, trying to shake off the awkward energy. “let’s put on something upbeat— one of my favorites. it’ll cheer you up definitely this time.”

you scroll through your playlist, settling on a song and pressing play. the beat kicks in, filling the room.

now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh

is it that sweet? i guess so

say you can't sleep, baby, i know

that's that me espresso

move it up, down, left, right, oh

switch it up like nintendo

say you can't sleep, baby, i know

that's that me espresso

as the song plays, jungkook groans again, flopping dramatically on the couch, covering his face with a cushion to hide the red tint creeping up his ears.

“come on!! it's espresso! you like this song too,” you say with a laugh, shaking your head and sitting down beside him.

“you’re really not helping,” he grumbles into the cushion, his voice muffled.

you nudge his arm lightly. “jji, what’s really wrong? you know you can tell me, right?”

he peeks at you from behind the cushion, and for a split second, you swear you see a flicker of hesitation in his eyes before he mumbles, “nothing. it’s nothing.”

but in jungkook’s head, it’s everything. because all he really wants is for you to lean in, smile, and kiss him on the cheek, just one more time.

“okay, you know what?” you start,

jungkook tilts his head, eyes locked on yours, waiting.

“let’s play again. and... whoever wins the most gets to ask the loser for whatever they want.” you don’t think much of it— just a way to keep things fun.

but the moment the words leave your mouth, something shifts. he leans back slightly, gaze steady, unreadable.

“whatever i want?” he repeats, one brow raising. the way he says it; low and deliberately— sends an odd flutter through your stomach.

you swallow. “yeah.”

he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he watches you, tongue running over his lips before he finally says, “get ready to lose, then.”

you roll your eyes, but the small smile on your lips betrays you.

. . .

the rest of the evening passes by normally. you win a few rounds, jungkook wins most, but at least he’s not sulking anymore. honestly, it’s a relief.

instead, he's grinning— a little too proud of himself.

you give him a look.

“okay! i get it. what do you want?” you ask, leaning back into the couch.

he swallows, fingers fidgeting as he looks down at his hands. he’s sitting a little farther from you than usual, suddenly shy.

which is funny, considering how confident he was about winning just a few minutes ago. now that he has to actually ask for something, he hesitates.

“oh! before you say anything,” you add quickly, pointing at him, “you can’t ask me to cosplay on your stream again.”

his lips part slightly, and then he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. he knows exactly what you’re talking about.

halloween. resident evil cosplay. him as leon kennedy, you as ada wong.

that stream; recent but it is one of his most viewed and most talked about. it was fun— probably one of his favorites too but you didn’t like how much attention it got. not the numbers or the views, but the way people talked about you both.

you usually ignore the shipping and jokes.

but that day, it was a little too much for you and jungkook. even he felt it wasn't right.

the teasing, the borderline inappropriate comments. he remembers stepping in to tell his chat to keep it respectful, and thankfully, most of them listened. and those who didn't, well they had to get banned by you.

he didn't mind it. he just wants his streams to be a safe space for his viewers.

but he also realized something that night.

it’s not that you’re uncomfortable with him.

it's that you just don’t like the public perception of you with him. you don’t like when people make those kinds of comments, which makes him wonder— would you even consider him if the public wasn’t a factor?

he’s not sure.

but he wants to try. without an audience, without chat, just him showing you a different side of him.

he clears his throat. “no, it’s not cosplay.”

you sigh dramatically, as if relieved. “thank god.”

he chuckles, but then falls quiet.

“there’s actually a lot i could ask for,” he muses, voice a little softer.

you tilt your head, waiting. “yeah?”

he nods. his fingers twitch, like he’s debating saying something, doing something.

really, he does have a lot he wants. but where does he even begin?

“how about a kiss?”

“oh—”

“no, no, i mean—” he shakes his head, clearing his throat, rushing to correct himself. “on the cheek. like you did before.”

you relax a little at that, chuckling. “fine, okay.”

he watches as you lean in, shifting closer until there’s barely any space between you.

his body tenses.

you don’t notice— or maybe you do, but you don’t think much of it. to you, it’s just a simple kiss on the cheek. something you’ve done before.

you reach up, fingers gently cupping his jaw, tilting his face slightly. his eyes widen just a little.

you smile. he looks cute like this.

and then, without another thought, you lean in.

your lips press softly against his cheek, lingering just a little longer than necessary.

you pull back slightly, but not completely. your faces are still close, his breath warm against your skin. his eyes don’t leave yours— trailing from your gaze to your nose, then down to your lips.

“not fair,” he mutters, his voice lower.

your breath catches. “what’s not fair?” you whisper.

his eyes flick back to yours, steady and unyielding. “you,” he murmurs.

your breath catches for a second. his eyes are dark,, and you can feel the warmth radiating off him.

“me?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

he doesn’t look away, doesn’t even blink. “yeah.”

you should pull back. the logical part of you knows that. but you don’t. instead, you stay frozen, watching as his gaze flickers between your lips and your eyes, like he’s debating something.

you swallow. “jungkook—”

“do it again.”

your heart stutters. “what?”

his hand twitches at his side like he wants to reach for you but doesn’t. “the kiss.” he clears his throat. “one more.”

he’s pushing, just a little. testing.

you hesitate. but then, before you can overthink it, you lean in again— just a quick peck on the cheek this time. nothing too bad. you've done this lots of times before.

sure, yeah, when you were both kids.

but as you start to pull away, he turns his head ever so slightly.

and suddenly, your lips brush against the corner of his.

you inhale sharply, trying to steady yourself.

shit. that wasn’t supposed to happen.

he doesn’t look away, doesn’t shift, just keeps staring like he’s seeing something he hasn’t before.

the space between you feels almost nonexistent now.

“you keep staring,” you point out, your voice quieter than you mean it to be.

he doesn’t deny it. “maybe you just look different tonight.”

your heartbeat stumbles. “different how?”

he exhales slowly, his gaze flickering down to your lips for just a second before he smirks.

“dunno yet.”

later that evening, you both go back to doing your own things. you head to your room under the excuse of getting something done, but really, you just need a moment to breathe.

this weird tension between you— it lingers. it’s not bad, but it feels... different. unfamiliar. something you don’t know how to name yet, and maybe you don’t want to. it makes you feel a little uneasy, like you're stepping into something you shouldn't.

you try to shake it off, focus on anything else, but it doesn’t go away.

after a while, once you feel a little more composed, you step out. jungkook’s in the kitchen, moving around with ease, completely unaware of the mess he left in your head.

but in jungkook's head— oh, he knows exactly what he’s done.

on the outside, he looks normal, casually moving around the kitchen like nothing happened. but inside? he’s panicking. his mind keeps replaying the way you looked at him, the way your breath hitched, the way you didn’t pull away immediately.

and then you left.

but it wasn’t like before. he saw the way your body language shifted, the way your gaze flickered with something unsure, something new.

and if he’s right— if he’s not just imagining it— then maybe, just maybe, you’re feeling the same way he is.

and now,

well, now he’s just helping you in the kitchen, humming to a song as he chops veggies. the sound of the knife cutting through the vegetables mixes with his soft hums, creating a strange sense of calm.

you find yourself just watching him for a moment.

he’s in his usual casual shorts, his messy hair falling into his eyes, and that oversized shirt he always wears that’s three sizes too big for him. he’s focused, absorbed in the task at hand, cutting and organizing everything just right.

and for some reason, you can’t look away.

he looks... different.

it feels different.

domestic? maybe.

there’s a certain ease about him, like he belongs here, in this space with you. and as your eyes travel over him, something slightly shifts.

he’s not the same guy you used to play games with after school, not the same kid you used to chase around with a water gun in the backyard. no. this jungkook, standing there in your kitchen, looks like a man.

he looks like a man.

and you’re suddenly hit with this realization that, somehow, he’s grown up. taller than you now, and maybe even in ways that go beyond height. it’s like you’re seeing him for the first time, and it leaves you with a strange feeling in your chest.

you blink and shake your head, trying to shake the thought away, but it lingers.

but.. yeah, it's probably nothing.

right?

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a/n: i’m sorry, i’m sorry! i’m still sick 😷 i’m trying to write as much as possible because mentally, i really want to, but physically... i just can’t... im too slow ☹️ ,,, but anyway, thank you for being patient with me lovelies <3

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[southernbutchblues]

All lesbians are pretty. But some of my moots?? Y’all are BAD. Absolutely fucking gorgeous. Fine as fuck. Stunningly beautiful. How did all of y’all manage to find me on this godforsaken app 😩

[v7n5]

The triangle is the strongest shape in geometry.