#27/11/2023

[vhscorp]

HYPERSENSIBLES…

Tout pour eux est violent, émotions, sentiments, tout est démesuré, extrême et amplifié.

Ils ont le cœur qui bat trop vite, et puis trop fort, ils ne connaissent pas le repos, le confort.

Ils voient les autres tels de potentiels dangers, qui, sans être cruels, d’un mot, peuvent les tuer.

L’amour les fait souffrir, ils craignent tant l’idée de voir l’autre partir et d’être abandonnés.

Ils luttent chaque jour, cherchant à s’intégrer, mais se sentent toujours mal et inadaptés.

Ils limitent leur vie, tentant de se cacher, et se font tout petit par peur d’être blessés.

Protégeant leur esprit et leur âme fragiles, ils vont tels des bannis qui vivent en exil.

Nombre d’entre eux, pourtant, sont tendres et bienveillants, recélant des richesses d’amour et de tendresse.

En ce monde si dur, Ils n’ont pas de repos, sachant ce qu’ils endurent, je leur dédie ces mots…

V. H. SCORP

[nicoscheer]

May I present to you:

A three part story told by Miles Kane and his hungry stomach

-26/11/2023-

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So good 🥰 (Miles reposted)

OH MY LORD

I’m so fucking in love with Maxie I can’t breathe the little paws the way he slid on the hardwood floor

-27/11/2023-

We get it Miles you’re Alex’s Arabella

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Good luck brother looking incredible x (miles reposted)

28/11/2023

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The fact that Miles is mentally also still in Dublin and is thinking about it is kinda comforting that we’re not the only mentally unstable ones but he’s missing his dream week as well and reminisces the special moments

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@suddersnathan 🤌🏽🥪 (Miles reposted)(Nathan reposted Miles’ repost)

I am indeed very proud of myself 🫡

29/11/2023

Miles looking for a duet partner for T.Rex’s “life’s a gas” for tomorrows London gig

Love that Miles’ Dublin guitarist second top artist is Arctic Monkeys 🫶🏽🤣

He’s missed us 🥲 also “only acoustic” nah we don’t tolerate self deprecation in this fandom

The first one is just a fancy pink panther theme song and I love Miles for that 🫶🏽🤣

[andi-studies]

27/11/2023 • 331/365

had a really interesting lecture for my favourite module and then a dull one for my core module as usual

[hivermince]

17:43, a ideia era virar e ele ficar no formatinho de pudim, mas n ficou mt consistente, fiz um misturinha de doce de leite com iogurte tb

total de hj: 521 kcals

[apothepoet]

Do(n't) Know

The thing is, you don't know me. Not really. You don't know all the various facets of my past; you don't know the stench of death that clings to me; you don't know what I've done and what I've seen. I don't think I want you to.

I don't want you to know of the beige hallways mean to be comforting; the sheer discomfort that every second caused; the name, an identity, not my own, forced upon me; the betrayal of everyone I'd ever known, and the whispers that followed it; the friends I'd had but lost; me being the last, the last, one standing. All on my own.

I don't want you to know of the world I'd built for myself; the desperation to fit in, to be normal; the new name, identity, I'd made, wholly separate; the path I'd forged for myself, to move on; the struggles to forget all, all, that I have ever known; the new friends I'd made lost as well; me being torn away from the world I'd come to love. All on my own.

I don't want you to know of the achingly purple towers that were now my own; the voices I wasn't allowed to attach to faces, the name that was my own, stolen from me, replaced with a new one (again); the way that everything I did displeased them, in spite of their honey-sweet words; the way my body never felt like my own again; the escape I'd made, this time on my own terms. All on my own.

I don't want you to know of the loneliness that now followed me like a loyal dog; the wings I'd never had, so unfamiliar; the name I'd finally reclaimed as my own, only for it to threaten to choke me whenever I heard it; the relief that was all I knew when I met you; the panic that the purple flowers you gave me caused; the fear that permeated everything I did, terrified that I'd lose you, just like everything else.

You lead me to a new world, though. No longer on my own.

I do want you to know of how fucking grateful I am, that you're there, you're there. And my name is my own again. And it's hard not to smile when you call me it, because that's me. After all this, I'm still me. I'm still me.

You don't know any of this, but you smile back whenever I grin at you. You don't know any of this, but you don't want to, because it's not important to you. You don't know any of this, but you tell me, “You're still you.”

And for once, that's true.

[elicatkin]

[goldenpinof]

Dan and Phil reach Satisfaction - PowerWash Simulator!

[free0spirit]

في ودائعك يا ربّ، رجاءاتُ أرواحنا، خفقات نبضنا، وثِقال همومنا، وأغلى ما نُحب

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: House M.D. Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gregory House & James Wilson, Gregory House & John House Characters: Gregory House, James Wilson (House M.D.), John House, Allison Cameron, Eric Foreman (House M.D.), Robert Chase Additional Tags: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Child Abuse, Hallucinations, Flashbacks, Ice Baths, Dissociation, Ableism, past suicidal ideation, it's brief but tagging just to be safe, Hurt/Comfort, well mostly hurt but i promise there's some comfort too, vaguely season 2-3 era, John House's A+ Parenting, fuck john house, Autistic Gregory House, Implicitly at least, in general just assume house is autistic when i’m writing him, Gregory House Needs a Hug Summary:

Hell, maybe it wasn’t even a hallucination. House probably fell asleep again, and it was a dream.

Come to think of it, yeah, that’s the obvious answer. House was tired and bored and for just a minute or two he fell asleep in that uncomfortable chair at the meeting table, and his bitch of a subconscious decided to show him the very man he’s been doing everything in his power to avoid thinking about.

In other words, this is frustrating - but not concerning. There is no need whatsoever for concern.

-

After being rushed to PPTH with a dangerously high fever, House wakes up in an ice bath. Things spiral downward from there.

[jaidentheautisticwurm]

Scary fact of the day: if you stand in front of your bathroom mirror at 2am and say "baby carrots" 3 times you will summon @auseryoumayknow :)

[pigeonneaux]

Joxter tommy cash, or cashxter @katinkulta

[georgenotfound-archive]

George in Larray's tiktok 2023/11/27

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[thevikingwoman]

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV | Words: 918 | Read on Ao3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Meryta Khatin x Emmanellain de Fortemps | start of HW | fluff/romance Rating: Gen (overall explicit). Morning after, Fortemps thoughts

Reprieve - part 3

“Ahem.”

Meryta opens her eyes slowly, blinking the sleep from her eyes. She’s pleasantly warm, snuggled beneath heavy blankets, against a soft warm body.

Ah.

Heat rises in her cheeks; she really did follow him back last night. She wills it away. It was lovely and enjoyable, and she has nothing to be ashamed of.

Now she’s in Emmanellain’s bed though, in this big house full of tall windows and thick carpets and perhaps she doesn’t quite know what everyone will think of her.

It’s not like she bedded a noble before, and she only had thoughts for Emmnellain’s eager sweetness and not his station last night. Truthfully, it’s hard to wrap her head around what that means – maybe it means nothing at all – but she doesn’t really understand how Ishgard functions. Haurchefant only spoke of a refuge from the situation in Ul’dah, and very little of the politics of Ishgard; save its isolationism. He probably did not have in mind that she would bed his brother.

“Excuse me!”

Someone is interrupting her thoughts, the same voice that woke her. Meryta sticks her head out of the blankets; Honoroit is at the foot of the bed, his face a perfectly polite mask.

Perhaps it’s not the first time he’s found someone in his Lords bed, but that doesn’t help with the embarrassment. Perhaps it’s normal for servants and retainers to barge into their liege’s rooms, but at home such a thing would be unthinkable, no-one would dare to disturb a khan, even if there were only a tent wall between them and the world. She curbs the need to hide under the blankets.

“Can you pass me my shirt, please,” she says instead. It is tossed aside in the middle of the room, on top of the scattered flowers. Her pants, at least, should be next to the bed.

Honoroit finds her shirt without directions, and wordlessly hands it to her.

“My lord Emmanellain. The Count except you for breakfast. Anon.” Honoroit speaks a little louder, steadfast averting his eyes from her.

Emmanellain finally stirs, reaching for her, mumbling into the pillow. He tightens the grip around her, and she shakes his shoulder, pulling the blanket down from his face.

“My Lord –,” Honoroit begins again.

“Pray wait outside, Honoroit.”

“Please do hurry, Emmanellain. Or I shall return with a bucket of water.”

The youngster gives a short bow, and leaves, closing the door firmly with a pleading look to Meryta. She moves out from the blankets, free to find the rest of her clothes, but Emmanellain’s hand reaches for her.

“Meryta. Must you leave. It is still so very early.”

His hand wanders over her arm and across her belly, the caress pleasant and enticing. She forces herself to move.

“Your father and Honoroit are waiting. I should go, Emmanellain.”

She leans over and kisses him just once more. As she leaves, her tail flicks across his chest and pulls the blankets off him. He’s quick, quicker than she thought, and manages to catch it, giving a slight tug. She lets out a small yelp as it elicits a sheer bolt of want from her.

As tempting as it is to stay, she does not want to keep him from his duties, and she does not want to be the cause of further ire from his father. Meryta appreciates the Count’s kindness more than she can ever hope to repay, but it is evident his kindness does not always extend to his youngest son.

Emmanellain lets go with a huff, and sits up, rubbing his eyes. She shimmies on her pants, before she can change her mind.

“I’ll see you later,” she says, and slips out the door. She’s certainly not going to join him for breakfast with his father and most likely Atoriel too. She does not want the eldest brother’s stern gaze on her, nor witness his disdain for Emmanellain right now.

Meryta takes a moment to orient herself in the hallway, jacket over her arm and work boots in her hand. She does not want the risk of running into anyone else from the household – or pray forbid, Alphinaud – but she realizes that she does not know quite how to get back to her own room. Why does the manor have to be so large, with the same plush carpet in every direction?

A hand reaches for her arm and stops her before she can hurry down the hall to look for a familiar portrait or decoration. Honoroit has an anxious look on his face.

“Mistress Khatin. Please do let my Lord down gently.”

She frowns and doesn’t know how to reply. She had not thought of engaging with him again, or needing to let him down in any way. She will see him here, of course, but she had expected no more than a night of shared enjoyment.

She wouldn’t say no though. Not after last night. Meryta doesn’t know how lordlings work but he seems to romance where he can, throwing his affections towards people who cross his path without second thoughts. Mayhap Honoroit’s concern is not unwarranted, she wonders how often those affections are returned. They must be though, as he certainly seemed to know what he was doing.

She flushes and turns her thoughts back to the present, nodding silently at Honoriot. Satisfied, the boy disappears before she can ask him for directions. Meryta sighs, and goes left.

She’ll be gentle with Emmanellain – and hopefully he will be with her.

[coconut530]

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[hemipteran]

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