#50 days has passed and here we are still crying

[cloudsspoke]

Rodrigo De Paul talks about Lionel Messi's promise "I felt pain days before the game against The Dutch. I came to Leo's room, and when he found out about my injury he said: Don't play, stupid. I said, no. It'd be the last time I'll ever play in World Cup, maybe in 4 years they won't summon me. And then Leo said: Don't worry. I promise I'll take you to the semifinal."

Kun: *totally wasted* Leo: *stared at his drunk friend* Kun: *noticed the way Leo stared* what? Leo: stop it. Kun: stop what? Leo: the drink. your heart. you drunk. Kun: my heart's fine. well, even if something bad happens, let it happens here. i don't mind dying. i'm happy. we're world champions pa' !

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

[nevernonline]

✧.* what’s your number?; kmg

synposis: after finding an online article about the number of sexual partners a woman should have, your day with your neighbor turns into him being lucky number eighteen.

paring/s: model! mingyu x afab! reader, ft. little brother! chan.

genre/s: humor (sort of lmao), neighbors2lvrs vibes, fuckboy&girl reader and gyu.

warning/s: alcohol consumption, sexual content (minors - dni), talks of broken bones, oc has female genitalia

word count: 3.8k

content: seggsy times, idiots being besties, reader loses her job, all the vibes.

note/s: loosely based on one of my fav movies, what's your number with anna ferris. lmao enjoy. also def unedited so srry. xo.

“Miss. Y/L/N. I’m very sorry but we have decided to let you go.” 

Your boss put down a brown cardboard box that once held wine from a staff party about a week ago. You stood in silence, why were you being fired? You’re one of the only executives who does their job. All of the other employees sit around and drink whiskey and flirt with the other women on your floor on company time, go home to their wives, and make six figures. 

“Sir, can I ask why?” 

“Budget cuts, sorry honey.” 

Honey of course. Not only is he himulating you, he’s also being condescending. 

“Why not fire Ted? He does nothing but use his company card for ‘business expenses’ like taking his different fucks to exotic vacations and restaurants.” 

“Our female clients like Theodore. Sorry it has to be this way. Here’s a check to keep your rent underway and for any troubles. Good luck.” 

You picked up the brown cardboard he handed it to you and dumped the white envelope into your bag as you stormed out of his glass chamber. 

Perfect timing, your brothers getting married and you’re getting fired. Your mother will surely love to hear about this. 

After gathering the contents of your desk you found your way back to your white and gray covered apartment, sinking down into the perfect couch you bought yourself as a reward for your first month in the job. 

Pulling your laptop from the pocket of your work bag, you scrolled through the news on your side widget . Coming across an article written in some stupid lifestyle magazine about ‘the appropriate number of sexual partners for women.’ 

“Okay, so society is regressing.” 

Curious enough you scrolled through to a small section with a quiz, childish, but probably suitable for women over 50 or under 21. 

Following your finger down the various categories that pertained to you until it came to the bottom of the page pointing out your result. 

“15 and over, women with this number often have difficulty finding a spouse and are unlikely to ever settle down. Are they fucking serious? Men can fuck 50 women and still are fine.” 

A vibration came from your phone, a text from your neighbor. 

[3:44pm]. 

Mingyu: Mind helping me out? New girl won’t take the bait about my “emergency” 

Y/N: what’s the issue with her this time? 

Mingyu: nothing, just too clingy. I’m expecting you in five, say our dad fell in the shower. Thank you, owe you. 

Y/n: got it see you in five. 

Mingyu and you met often when you were ushering out hook ups or crazy exes show up to your door. You didn’t know much about his life, other than he’s a model, and obviously has bad luck with women. 

Pulling yourself up off your couch and throwing a blazer back over your shoulders you strode off down to the other end of the hallway. 

“Mingyu? Mingyu seriously answer your phone? Hello!” 

The door opened revealing a semi-naked girl, she was pretty sure, blonde, tall, nice eyes, but boring. 

“Who the fuck are you?” 

“Mingyu’s sister, who the fuck are you?” 

“Oh my god! So sorry, hi so nice to meet you, I’m Ailee his gir-“ 

“My friend, y/n. What’s wrong?” 

Letting yourself passes the bra sporting blonde you looked Mingyu straight in the face and pulled out your best crying face, it was easy today being that you’re pissed about work and that stupid fucking quiz. 

“It’s dad, he fell. I don’t think it’s good, we have to go.” 

“Oh. Okay, let me change.” 

Mingyu pulled in his jeans and a white t-shirt, grabbed his fancy leather wallet from the counter and pulled you through the front door of his condo. 

“Ailee, let yourself out okay?” 

“Call me?”

“Uh, maybe it sounds like this is bad, maybe we should stop seeing each other? I’ll call you.” 

The truth is Mingyu was never going to call her, he said that to all the others. Yet, you never saw them again. 

Silently you open the door to your place and shut it behind you. 

“She seems nice.” 

“Yeah trust me, she’s not.” 

“Noted. But, better than that crazy red headed girl, Cass was it?” 

“We don’t have to talk about her.” 

“Missing that jacket still?”

“Yes.” 

Mingyu took his place on your leather armchair and sipped the coffee you had initially made for yourself. 

“What is this? What’s your number?”

“Oh my god. Stop looking at my shit.” 

You whipped the lid of your laptop close and stole it out of his hands

“Do you really think anyone cares how many people you sleep with? Isn’t that kind of fucked up?” 

“You can only say that because well, one your a man and two you’ve fucked basically half the women in this city.” 

“Not true, we haven’t fucked.” 

“Right and we will not.” 

“Sure, sure keep telling yourself that. So what is it? 12?” 

“Do you really need that answer?” 

“Yes. And I will bother you until you tell me.” 

“17.” 

Mingyu laughed, not because he felt bad for you or that you were going to hell for fucking 17 people, but because he didn’t see the big deal. 

“Oh come on, that is not that bad.” 

“What’s yours?” 

“Maybe 20?” 

“We are way too close in number for me to not feel weird about it now.” 

“Because it doesn’t matter, why do you think you couldn’t get a husband or boyfriend or whatever the fuck you want because of that?” 

“I don’t know, I didn’t until today I guess.” 

“Bad day?” 

The dark haired man’s head nodded towards the unpacked cardboard box sitting on your dining table. 

“Weird day. And now I have to go see my family at an overly fancy party and sit around clutching cocktails and lie that I didn’t lose my job, just until their precious boy is married off.” 

“Ah, the black sheep of a rich family huh?” 

“Shut up, no. They’re just judgmental is all. Well, my mom is anyway.” 

“I see. What are you wearing?” 

“I don’t know? What’s wrong with what I have on now?” 

Mingyu looked you over in your semi unbuttoned dress shirt and oversized trousers, sexy and sophisticated, but a little boring for a party. 

“Actually you look good. But, it’s not exactly giving a cocktail party for the sister of the groom. Especially if your mom is as judgmental as you say.” 

“Okay, go in my closet then. Work your weird model magic or whatever, Mr. Jeans and white tee.” 

“Anything for you, rich girl.” 

You walked Mingyu through your bedroom into the oversized walk in closet, filled to the brim of clothes, half of them with tags still on. Gifts from boyfriends, friends, your mother. 

“Wow, I didn’t expect this.” 

“And what did you expect?” 

“A closet turned into an office and like five pairs of the same pants, maybe matching pajama sets. But not this.” 

Sitting down on the small stool you let the man rifle his way through the various colors of fabric. 

“Okay, so this black dress. It’s tight but not overwhelmingly, it’ll show your figure and still make you appropriate. These tall black boots, sexy to show off your long legs and make you look even taller, a nice bag, maybe.. this red one? Or the green, just for a pop of color. Put it on.” 

“You finish quickly .” 

“Never had a woman say that to me before. Hurry up.” 

Smirking, you run back into your bedroom, out of sight from the man tapping his fingers on the marble countertop of your dressing room, sliding into the outfit he picked out. 

“Okay, I look-“

“Beautiful.” 

“Really? Don’t you think this is a little much? I mean, for this?” 

“Not at all, it’s actually really simple. May I?” 

He held up a silver chain necklace in his hands and waited until you nodded as he strung it around your neck. 

“Perfect. Now, leave your hair up. Maybe a nice bun and curl the front pieces? You look nice without makeup on, but do that cute winged liner look you do with a nude lip.” 

“Okay, since when did you become a stylist?” 

“I’m a model, I know what I’m talking about. Come on, chop chop.” 

“Okay, mom. Jesus.” 

“Dad. Daddy, actually.” 

“That's never happening.” 

Doing his instructions as he asked, you curled the front pieces of your hair letting it softly dangle in front of your face and placed the rest up on the crown of your head in a loosely tied knot. 

“Okay. So maybe you’re good at this.” 

“I know. If you need my help further, you know where to find me.” 

“You’re leaving?” 

“Aren’t you?” 

Holding up your phone you realized how much time has passed and grabbed your keys. 

“Right. Thank you.” 

“My pleasure. See you soon, y/n.” 

“Bye, Gyu.” 

Walking up to the front steps of your parents luxurious brown stone, you felt the cold sweat under your armpits before walking in the front door. 

“Y/N holy shit, where have you been? Mom is going to kick your ass.” 

“Sorry, Chanie. I had something going on. Where is she?” 

“In the dining room with Marnie and Seungcheol. Talking about wedding stuff, please save us.” 

Coming to your brother's rescue was part of the job of being an older sister. Seeing him settle down and get engaged to a girl like Marnie was amazing for you, she was everything he needed, and it was nice to have another girl in your family. 

Grabbing  a glass of champagne from the silver tray of a waiter, you strode up to your mother in your childhood home, still as nervous as you would have been as a little girl to be under her gaze. 

“Aw, my baby. Finally arrived. Hello.” 

“Hi, Mom. Hello, guys.” 

You mom hugged you giving a kiss on both of your blushing cheeks passing you along to greet your brother's future wife and his friend Seungcheol. 

“Y/N, you look amazing. Where did you get this beautiful dress?” 

“Thank you. My friend helped me pick this out actually, I don’t remember where it’s from.” 

“Friend? Which friend is this, darling?” 

“His name is Mingyu, he’s my neighbor.” 

“Gay? He has wonderful taste.” 

“No, not gay mom. He’s a model.” 

“Oh wow, can I see a photo? Why didn’t you bring him?” 

“Maybe next time.” 

After downing the first glass of alcohol you quickly look for another, Seungcheol already holding a glass in his hand for you with a wink. 

“Thank you.” 

“Anytime.” 

“Y/N, can you go find your father? Now that you're here we can start dinner.” 

“Yep.” 

Strolling throw the various rooms full of priceless knickknacks and photos of your youth, you stop at the open oak doors of your fathers study, looking at him for a moment, behind his desk, glasses on, reading his book. 

“Hello, Dad. May I come in?” 

“Y/N, yes of course. Just hiding out here until I can eat some dinner. How are you?” 

“I’m okay, mom sent me to get you to come eat. What are you reading?” 

“Oh, just some Orwell. Relaxes me.” 

“Shall we, sir?” 

“Yes, my girl.” 

You held your arm out for your father, he was always your best friend, someone who no matter what supported everything you wanted to do. He was stern, but even after parenting you he would end it with a hug and a piece of candy, seeing him grow older had your heart in pain. 

Searching the table for your placecard, it sat you right in between your brother and Seungcheol, his best man and best friend for longer than you could ever remember. 

“Are you coming to his bachelor mixer?” 

Seungcheol’s long eyelashes fluttered in front of your face and you noticed how much more mature he looked, he was always cute, but it’s grown on you now. 

“Are you going to embarrass me?” 

“I’m not the one who got drunk in college and broke her arm trying to dive into the fountain.” 

“Ouch. At least I haven’t shit myself drunk as an adult and embarrassed myself in front of the girl I liked.” 

“I did not shit myself. It was a fart.” 

“A fart with a little poop, a shart if you will. What did they call you? Shart Seungcheol?” 

Your mother interrupted the light flirting you two were enjoying and gave a speech about how lovely it is to see her baby marrying a second daughter and so on and so on. 

After everyone downed their salmon and fancy finger food, you got into the silly party bus along side the rest of the bridal party, moving on to the night of drinking ahead of you. 

“Guys let’s play a game on the way to the bar.” 

Your brother's fiancé spoke, turning down the music and passing around multiple bottles of tequila and glasses. 

“Everyone right down a confession on your paper. If we guess whose it is, they have to drink, but if you get it wrong you drink.” 

Looking down at the small pink sheet of paper you wrote about your day, your sex number, and you losing your job. Maybe nobody will get it, maybe nobody will care because they’ll be equally as drunk. 

The game went on as your anxiety grew and nobody had chosen your confession yet, that was until your brother pulled one of the last sheets of paper out from the bowl. 

“Today I lost my job, I let a stupid magazine article tell me how women who have sex with more than 15 men means they’re unloveable and unwanted. I can’t wait to get fucked up. Congratulations! Well that’s my sister.” 

“What? How did you guess that?” 

“I know your handwriting dumbass, drink, everyone drink.” 

Your night continued, nobody mentioned your failure as a person, they just celebrated the happy couple. 

More and more drinks in, maybe the same amount of people you’ve had sex with. You took it upon yourself to get people on the dance floor, when you felt a pair of hands coming up on your hips, turning around to curse them out, you recognized the eyes staring back at you. 

Mingyu. 

“What the hell are you doing here!?” 

“Birthday party, we always come here. What the hell are you doing here?” 

“Mixed sexes bachelor party.” 

Mingyu's hands were still resting on your hips, on top of the very dress he helped you pick out hours before. 

“Exciting. Want to get a drink with me?” 

“I have one.” 

You held up the half empty glass of your Negroni and Mingyu snatched it from your grip, downing it for you. 

“You’re paying.” 

“Yes. That was the plan.” 

His hand pulled out off the dance floor and back over to a pair black leather bar stools, waving the bartender over. 

“Two whiskey sours please.” 

“No, one whiskey sour. I’ll have a whiskey neat.” 

The bartender nodded working his magic for the two rocks glasses. 

“Here you go, tab Mingyu?” 

“Yes, thanks John.” 

“Wow first name bases?” 

“I told you we like to come here. Who’s the pale dude staring at us?” 

You turned around to look at your brother, cheering you from across the bar. 

“My brother, Chan. His wedding party.” 

“Yes, I remember. I meant the one next to him?” 

“Ah, Seungcheol. Best man.” 

“He wants to fuck you, maybe he’s lucky number eighteen.” 

“Maybe he was lucky number ten back in the day.” 

“Do you remember his number?” 

“No, but I’ve already fucked him. In college.” 

“Ah, I see. Still on the hunt?” 

“Not at all actually, I’m celabte now.” 

“No way, I bet you could find many dudes who’d want to fuck you here.” 

“It’s a matter of if I want to fuck them no?” 

“Touchè” 

“What about him?” 

Mingyu pointed to a tall blonde, long hair, and pretty lips. 

“Gorgeous. But not my style. I’m not really in the mood to get laid.” 

“And let my work go to waste?” 

You smiled, sipping your drink and feeling the warm liquid enter your body. 

“You didn’t give me my beautiful face and fat ass, you just put it in a dress. And as my dad says, leave them wanting more.” 

“You’re a very funny drunk, she shocks me even more.” 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Do you ever get tired of having me save your ass from all those girls? Don’t you want to settle down and not have your neighbor coming over to rescue you all the time?” 

“Maybe the reason I do it is so you’ll save me.” 

“Shut up.” 

“No. I’m serious. I like hanging out with you, I enjoy seeing you, and you’re very entertaining. I like role play.” 

“I see, you have a kink.” 

“All jokes aside, I like seeing you.” 

You were surprised by his gentle voice and nature, you always knew him from the outside, a beautiful guy who has bad luck getting girls out of his apartment for whatever reason. 

“I like seeing you too.” 

Mingyu's hand rested on your thigh as he looked towards the same dance floor he pulled you from before, basically begging you with his eyes to come back out with him. 

You agreed, holding his hands through various sweaty bodies, some you knew and some you didn’t. Dancing along with them to the rhythm of the song, holding yourself up on Mingyu's large frame 

“Surprised to see you in something other than jeans and a tee.”

“You like?” 

“If I say yes are you going to fuck with me over it?” 

“Maybe. Are you going to let me be your lucky number eighteen?” 

“If you promise you don’t have some random girl barge in your door tomorrow to get me to leave?” 

“She’ll be tied up.” 

“Let’s go. I have to say bye to my brother first. Come on.” 

Walking towards the door you spot Chan playing darts with Marnie, who was obviously kicking his ass. 

“Hey! I’m going to head out, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Is this Mingyu?” 

“Oh shit, yes Marnie, Chan, this is Mingyu. Mingyu, this is my brother Chan and his fiancé Marnie.” 

Mingyu outstretched his hand to the couple, shaking it kindly. 

“Nice to meet you man, my sister talks about you a lot. Be good to her.” 

“Chan, shut the hell up. Love you both, mwah mwah.” 

“Mingyu if you’re free tomorrow, y/n has a plus one. We’d love to have you.” 

Smiling and whisking Mingyu out of the front door, you began to run together through the light rain falling, two blocks to your apartment. 

“Sorry, my brothers, an idiot.” 

“He seems nice, his wife to be too.” 

You felt your hands shaking in nervousness riding up the elevator to your shared floor. Stepping off and standing in the hallway between your two front doors. 

“Your place or mine?” 

“Well, I picked you up didn't I? Come to mine.” 

Mingyu led you through his familiar front door and helped you out of your wet clothes, throwing them in his washing machine. 

Now standing in his living room, just in your black lace bra and panties, feeling like all those other girls before. Almost in fear of someone knocking to kick you out of his dimmed apartment. 

“Come on.” 

You giggled as he picked up your half naked frame and carried you into his bedroom. 

“Lay down. Off the edge of the bed, trust me.” 

You didn’t say anything just followed his instructions as his fingers came and wrapped themselves around your lace underwear, blowing on your clit with his soft breath as he pulled them down your freshly shaved legs. 

“Fuck.” 

His lips came in contact between your heated center, splitting his kisses between your aching parts and your thighs. 

Your hands working their way through his hair as he used his tongue to work his way around your clit and between your folds, pushing you closer and closer into your own euphoria. 

Maybe you understood why girls didn’t want to let him go, if this was his head game, you can’t even imagine what could come next. 

“You taste so sweet, I should’ve known better to be careful, I might get addicted to you.” 

“Stop with the niceties, Gyu. Can you please fuck me?” 

“Eager are we?” 

“Yes.” 

Mingyu pulled you up by the back of your neck, forcing your head near the top of his dick, waiting for you to wrap your mouth around it and get it sopping wet so he could enter in between your legs. 

“Oh, baby, that feels so good. I love watching you on my dick, but we have to stop before you get me going too much.” 

Your head turned up at him, mascara slightly spilling under your eyes, as you opened your mouth searching for the feeling of his lips on yours, before he planted in on you he spit into your mouth, and inserted himself between the same thighs he was kissing before, slowly entering inch by inch, making you wait to feel him fully inside of you even more. 

“Comfortable, baby?” 

“Yes, faster please.” 

“So polite, but as you said before, leave them wanting more and more. I want you to get riled up.”  

“Yes, sir.” 

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” 

His thrusting became more rapid with your soft moaning, kissing your neck in the process, riding out your high with you, you felt him begging to slow down as his teeth wrapped around your hard nipples, sucking softly at them. 

“You’re so delicious, I don’t think I can last much longer.” 

“Me either, but it’s only round one.” 

“Do you want to do this again?” 

“Eighteen has always been my lucky number, now fill me up.” 

With your final words, Mingyu rode the rest of his high before finishing inside of you, placing a soft kiss on your perfectly pink lips, and dipping his head back down to your center to clean you up with his mouth. 

“Want to stay?” 

“Is that alright?” 

“Yeah, come on. Let’s shower.” 

The tall man led you into his beautiful marble bathroom and turned the water on in his shower built for two. 

“I meant what I said at the bar, you know. I like being with you.”  

Your long arms reached up to his hair, massaging his scalp with shampoo. 

“I meant what I said too, lucky eighteen.” 

“So I’m your lucky number?” 

“Yes, don’t tell my mom tomorrow.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell her that you called me sir and the ass she gave you is indeed perfect.” 

You planted a soft kiss on his lips, before pushing him back under the warm water of the shower head. 

“I dare you.” 

[myntrose]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊redemption𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

ft: Zhongli x gender neutral! Reader

cn: hurt no comfort :D, sagau/imposter au! , golden blood au! , mentions of blood and attack, attempted execution, use of Zhongli's archon name, slighty cultish theme, grammar

a/n: y'all the absolute CHOKEHOLD that sagau! has on me is insane (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) i wrote this with spite due to zhongli never coming home to me. y'all i've lost 50/50 to his all banners t-t

word count: 731

song on replay: Shinunoga E-Wa by Fujii Kaze

"...goodbye~ Oh don't you ever say bye bye, yeah"

He knows he doesn't have the right to be jealous. He knows that the the heaviness is heart is something he deserves, a sliver of punishment he must feel for causing you all the pain and suffering you endured.

To this day, months after the incident, he can still feel the blood, your golden blood, on his hands. It's ironic, really. Zhongli, or Morax, the God of Contracts, the God of War. Everything he did was in your name. As the oldest amongst gods and mortals, he always prided himself as your most loyal follower. He strived to protect your name against blasphemy.

In his nightmares he can still hear your voice. The tremble of your pleads. The shaking "please, spare me" and "mercy".

more utc!

This is just a dream, you told yourself. You were sending your day like you do most others. Following the same routine, passing by the same buildings and houses like every other day. Nothing seemed off, until you awoke from your sleep to realize that you were no longer in your world.

Maybe you would have felt excited. In Teyvat, you could have had a chance to meet all your favorites, all your comfort characters. After all, everyone treated the Traveler, an outsider from another world, well. What difference would it be as another outsider as yourself?

Your breath grew heavy, and your feet started to drag along the earth below you. How did you even get to this position? All you wanted was to find a friendly face, perhaps Amber or another one to the Knights of Favonius.

Running from Mondstadt to Liyue was no easy journey. While it was the people who were after your head, you could only thank whatever force allowed for the other creatures to stay away from your path. The hilicurls never seemed to notice you; the slimes would sometimes lead you towards places to hide.

You hoped the people of Liyue would give you a different welcome than those of Mondstadt. In a way, they did. In Monstadt, they gave you a chance to escape. Here, they didn't.

The ever so busy streets of Liyue were crowded once again, but now for a different reason. Zhongli happened to be amongst the crowed, when the Tianquan herself announced the situation before them.

"We have the traitor here, the one who dares impersonate the Divine Creator"

With that alone, Zhongli came out of hiding and announced himself once again as the Archon of Geo. How else was he, the creators most devoted acolyte, suppose to bring this traitor to justice?

His spear, the Vortex Vanquisher, the weapon you spent months saving up for, was pointed directly at your head. You've survived this long, all to die at the hands of the character you've cared for the most. Morax granted you the luxury of saying your final words. He expected you to cry out for mercy, but was met with something that left him frozen.

At this point there were no more tears for you left to cry. Tired and exhausted, you look up at him. Moving carefully, you lift your hands towards the weapon inches to your face. Even with such a weak grip, the spear cuts into your hand.

"I would rather die at your hands than that of a stranger"

Morax backs away from you, his polearm falling to his side. It was easy to mistake the gold color on the tip of his spear to be the shine of the sun illuminating the ore that made it. But Morax knew what the golden glint was.

Time may heal all wounds, but it doesn't erase the scars left behind. Zhongli has tried his best to redeem himself. He knows he is the least deserving to be at your every call. Even so, he feels that he's more fit to serve you than those fools from Sumeru.

He can't help but feel his heart drop whenever you dismiss him, when you tell him his services aren't needed. But what hurts him more is the visible fear in your eyes whenever he gets a bit to close.

No, he refuses to be the reason why you don't feel safe. He refuses to be the one you fear. He'll redeem himself, he swears. In one way or another, he'll show you that he deserves to be at your side.

zhongli bby pls come home

[amorgansgal]

The Memory of Shadows

So here we go, the sad Astarion x Reader/Tav fic that made me sad when I wrote it. I've not included a named or gendered tav, so hopefully everyone can enjoy... or not enjoy as the case may be!

Gender Neutral Tav/Reader x Astarion

CW: Grief/mourning, death, depression, suicidal thoughts

He wakes. He takes a moment to look at the gossamer red fabric that drapes over the bed, feels the plush, velvet cover under his fingers, he trails them up to the pillow next to him, its cold blankness always an aching reminder. He hates it and he’s not even sure if it still smells of you, there’s so little of you left. Time is doing that, you slip away from mortal memory, becoming lost to the status of mythical hero, rather than living, breathing, flesh and bone. Like a dull knife forcing its way back into his heart, he aches, everything hurts - though he’d never admit to it.

You’re in books, there’s songs about you, about all of them: brilliant Gale, fierce Lae’zel, clever Shadowheart, noble Wyll, excitable Karlach, even Astarion gets a look in as wily. And you, you were the hero, the glorious leader who led them to victory, who saved Baldur’s Gate. You have the starring role. It seems though, to him, the more that is written and said about you the less real you become. He’s scared of that, you’re shimmering before him, your face drifting like shadows, the memory of shadows. Oh he has paintings of you, they’re all over the house - he put them back up after it became somewhat bearable - but they’re a frozen piece of you, not the real thing. They don’t capture the way your mouth would twitch before you smiled or laughed, the way your eyes sparkled with delight when he had managed to pick a lock or the warmth of your hands when you took hold of his.

‘How long has it been?’ he thinks as he finally gets to his feet. ‘50 years, 80, 100?’ He wrote down the day in a diary, but that too has been lost to this house and he’s not sure if it really matters. Why would it? Knowing there’s a special date to acknowledge your passing doesn’t make any other day hurt less. He’s alone, more so than ever. Gale is gone, Wyll is gone, Lae’zel is gone, Shadowheart passed a few years ago… There’s just him and Halsin and Jaheira, and he’s never exactly been close with either of them. Halsin used to visit when you had passed, you had been close with him after all. But he got the sense Halsin did so out of obligation, rather than actually liking him and when they had exhausted all topics of the past - the nautiloid ship, the druid grove, the goblin camp, the shadow curse, moonrise towers, Ketheric, Baldur’s Gate, Orin, Gortash, the Elder brain, you - and he and Halsin were left with an uneasy silence. A silence that lingered on and on and was close to swallowing them up, until Halsin said he would leave Astarion in peace. As though he even knew what peace meant anymore. Now they only meet when someone else dies. What a grim prospect. Who's next? Probably Jaheira, though that won't be a for a while yet.

He moves over to his wardrobe, even this part of the day holds no joy for him. He doesn’t get to hear your teasing comments about how long he spends carefully selecting his clothes or feel your hands wrap around his waist, your chest pressed against his back, the kisses you would trail down his spine. He presses his lips tightly together, not wanting to let out any whimper of pain or cry of anguish. At times, his darkest, loneliest times, he wonders if he would have agreed to let Cazador torture him for all eternity, if it meant he could just have one more day with you. A single day would be worth it. A single kiss, a single loving touch, a single laugh, a single look. He’d make a deal with all the devils in hell if it meant he got to hold you again for one last time. 

He pulls his hand away from the handle on the wardrobe door. He’s too tired for this and he doesn’t want to do it anymore. He’s in hell already, he may as well see if he’ll get a glimpse of you in the afterlife. He walks over to the heavy draped curtains, his fingers curl on the black fabric lined with golden leaves. You probably won’t be pleased with this, but hopefully you’ll forgive him. He's sure you will. And gods, he would love to see you angry because it would mean seeing you again. He'll take anything he can get. He yanks open the curtains. The sun is brilliant, blinding, burning hot and cold, and the sharp, all encompassing light reminds him of your laugh, your wit, your very being. Maybe he’ll get to see you soon.

[sorrinslays]

I would love to hear more about your Sampo headcanons!:)

Hello!!!!

So strictly speaking, I've said all my 'main' headcannons so what's left is just silly little thoughts that I feel like would or could happen in cannon and just are fun to think about. So here we go!

1. I think it would be really cute if at some point, after the seal of the underworld was lifted and Rivet Town is habitable once more, Natasha wants to return to the orphanage and, to raise money, they do a theatrical performance.

Sampo volunteers to help as a director and while he is fair, he bias he has for children is a lot more noticeable. Like, he'd be the Gordon Ramsay of theater. They did raise the funds though so all is forgiven. /j

2. You know Celine? The NPC that wants to become like another NPC so at that point she just stalks and copies her and asks for our help in a daily mission? Yeah, he accidently gave her the idea.

He would probably at some point advertise himself as a 'solver of any problem' and Celine would come to him asking for acting advice, saying she wants to be more like Tamila (the NPC she's trying to copy).

The advice he would give is learn how to pick up some of her mannerisms so she can get more 'in character', saying that's what he does a lot . And Celine does, and that's the start of her 'obsession'.

He doesn't know what's going on with Celine since after the initial 'session' he hasn't seen her and he didn't think about it much. He made money that's all that matters.

3. When Seele turned of age to drink, she immediately started challenging people to drinking contests because she has high metabolism. However, she got too cocky when she taunted Sampo, not knowing that man has spent a big portion of his life in the World's End tavern.

She lost soon after and never went drinking with Sampo again. Don't worry though, the day after Natasha scolded both. Sampo still makes fun of her anytime he sees her holding an alcoholic drink (Natasha won't admit she finds it entertaining).

4. Has started multiple betting pools with the Silvermane Guards (while pretending to be one). Gepard know of them (not that it's Sampo making them) and lets them do it since the bets (50-100 credits) aren't that big so nobody is losing much money and it keeps his soldiers entertained enough.

5. I just know this man makes snowmen in highly dangerous, far from the city, fragmentum filled areas. Like he's in the middle of nowhere, snow is all around him and fragmentum are ready to strike anything that moves and he crunches down, and makes snowmen in dumb poses, sometimes resembling people from Belobog.

Anytime that the Guards have to make an expedition for whatever reason and spot a snowman, the reaction they have is: "He's been here too????????!!!!! Why?????!!! What the fuck, how?!?!??!1/1?1/"

6. Babies, infants more specifically, immediately calm down and giggle in his arms but he himself is very awkward around them. It's probably because he's a Creation of Elation so he brings laugher easily, but he does not know how to interact with them. They are just so small! What if he accidently boops their nose too hard and it dents or something???????

Whenever Natasha has a difficult baby to deal with because they keep crying no matter what she calls Sampo. He always comes, thinking it's a favor she needs or more medicine, but no. It's a baby, here hold it.

7. Since he's not entirely human, he needs less food, water and sleep. That's great! But he neglects those needs more often than not because he forgets he needs to eat, drink and sleep.

8. He probably has slept in a cardboard box before, because he forgot that he does get tired and was about to pass out so he did it in the safest place (trash).

9. I do believe he's unvaccinated, not because he's anti-vax, but because, one, he's not fully human so his immune system is different and stronger, but also two, it requires a lot more touching that he's comfortable with (that is none) which is why he avoids doctors

Plus, he was spawned, he was never a child. So he never had the opportunity to get one and he learnt about their existence a little too late.

He once mentioned it to Gepard who freaked out and made a plan with Natasha to get Sampo to get his shots. It was messy.

10. I do believe he can shapeshift and I imagine that he once had a conversation with Gepard (after they had become closer) where he mentioned that in another language Geppie's name means cheetah. And because Gepard has never seen a cheetah, Sampo shapeshifted into one. Sampo spent the entire night shapeshifting into different animals and species to show the other. Gepard quickly noted that a fox suits Sampo a lot.

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 25

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"You know, instead of just laying there looking pretty, you could help me with all these clothes."

"Being this pretty is a really hard job, Val. And if I helped you, you would definitely end up telling me that I'm doing everything wrong and doing it all by yourself" Pedri shrugs.

"Idiot."

"Hey! I am injured, remember? There is no need to be violent. Poor Minnie" he says, cuddling the stuffed toy I've thrown at him.

"Yes, you are injured in the head."

"Love you too, Val" he says with a stupid smile. "Why do you still have these around your room, tho? Aren't they for kids?" he smirks.

"I work with kids and I'm dating one. I need them to understand you better" I reply, sticking out my tongue.

"This Minnie has seen better days. How old is she?"

"My aunt bought it for me when I was born."

"Really? She looks like… 50. And you know you aren't older than 25."

"You are such an idiot" I say, rolling my eyes. "If Minnie looks old that's because she never left my side. I slept with her, played with her…"

"Attacked people with her…"

"She was my favourite toy as a kid and has great sentimental value."

"Val, hey. Are you ok?" Pedri says, getting up from the bed. "What is it?"

"Nothing" I say, looking away.

"Then why are you crying? Val" he says, cupping my face and making me look at him. "What is it?"

"Nothing, I just… Talking about Minnie reminded me of my aunt, the one who got her for me as a baby. She… She passed away a few years ago."

"And here I was making stupid jokes. I'm so sorry, Val. You aren't wrong when you call me an idiot."

"You didn't know" I shrug. "And they aren't sad tears. At least not all of them. You've also reminded me of good times, like when she would play with me and mimic Minnie's voice. She was really good at it."

"Was she?"

"Yeah. Or that's the memory I have" I smile. "She was Marina's age when I was born, so she saw me as a little sister more than as a niece. She got me that Minnie because she always wanted to go to Disneyland Paris but never could because her siblings told her they were too old for it, and with me she had an excuse to do it."

"Did you go?" Pedri asks, wiping away one of my tears.

"No, we didn't manage to. When I was old enough to understand what was going on she was at uni and then she moved abroad. She would only come back for Christmas and the summer holidays, which aren't the best moments to go to a place like Disney. Then I got busy with my own life, she got sick, and… well" I shrug.

"Do you still want to go?"

"I would love to, but no one wants to go with me. Marc said it was just for kids" I scoff.

"Well, lucky you, you are dating a kid who has never been to Disneyland."

"Really?" 

"We didn't have the money when I was younger. And now that I have it, no one cares anymore" Pedri shrugs.

"But a place like Disney… People may recognise you."

"I'll wear a wig if necessary. Anything to make you smile again" he says, caressing my cheek.

"You seriously are the cutest human being I've ever met."

"I know" he smirks. "And because I am the cutest, I'm gonna stop distracting you with my beauty and go make us a snack."

"Thank you, Pedri."

"What for? The snack? Being pretty?"

"Idiot" I say, hitting his arm. "Just thank you."

"You're welcome, Val" he says, kissing my forehead and leaving my room while I just stare at him smiling like... an idiot. Turns out that I also am one. One madly in love.

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When do the kids go on holidays?

Why?

Just answer me, Val 🙄

Friday

Until?

We have the next week off

Perfect then

Perfect for what?

Going somewhere just you and I ☺️

What? And the international break?

I'm not going. 

They called me today and said they don't want to risk it because of my injury. 

I'm sorry 

It's just some friendlies, don't worry

But now I am free to take my girlfriend on holidays ☺️

Tenerife?

Cold

Are we going somewhere cold or I got it completely wrong?

Both

You aren't helping, Pedro 🙄

🇫🇷🗼🐁🎡🎢🎠🐁

The mouse isn't because of Ratatouille 😉

Wait… wait wait wait WAIT DISNEYLAND?

Are you in?

OF COURSE I AM IN!!!!!!

Did you scream? Are you jumping?

Yes and yes 😂

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"I am finally here. Can you believe it?"

"What I can't believe is your face right now" Pedri chuckles, closing the door of our hotel room behind him.

"What?"

"I think I have never seen you smile like that, Val. I love it."

"And I love you" I say, walking towards him and wrapping my arms around his neck. "I love you very much. Thank you for this."

"Anything for you" he smiles.

"But you know… I think I should show you how much I love you and how thankful I am."

"What?"

"Yeah…" I say as I slowly move my hands from his neck to his chest.

"Val…" 

"Yes?" 

"What are you doing?" Pedri asks, his body tensing under my touch.

"Showing you how thankful I am" I reply with a teasing smile, my hands now moving under his clothes.

"Aren't you tired after all that traveling?"

"Nope. Are you?"

"A bit."

"Then let me do all the work. Arms up."

"What?" he laughs.

"I can't show you how thankful I am and how much I love you with all these clothes on. So arms up."

"Yes, ma'am" he chuckles.

"Good boy" I smile, getting rid of his sweatshirt and t-shirt all in one go. "Now shoes off, I'll take care of this" I say, untying his joggers.

"Done."

"Lay down on the bed."

"Ok" Pedri smirks while doing as I've told him. "You should be this bossy more often, Val. I like it. Now what?"

"Now get yourself comfortable and enjoy" I say before starting to take off my clothes.

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"I can't believe we just had sex on a Mickey Mouse bed" Pedri laughs.

"You chose the room, I didn't."

"I did" he laughs again. "It was really good sex, by the way. Some of the best we've had. You definitely showed me how much you love me."

"Glad to hear that."

"And you need to be in charge more often, Val. That was so hot."

"Yeah, umm… Should we order some room service or go out? I'm starving" I say, trying to change the topic of conversation and ignore the way my face is burning. I still don't know where everything I just did to him came from.

"Of course you are" he chuckles. "I could do with some fresh air, to be honest."

"Oh, great! We can wear the hats I got us."

"You what?"

"Yeah, look" I say, leaving the bed and opening my suitcase. "I got a cap with Mickey ears for you and one with Minnie ears for me. We can match, and this way you will be able to hide your face a bit better. Though you won't be able to put on your hood with the ears. I think."

"It's ok, don't worry. But are we a matching couple now? That's very cheesy, Val" Pedri says with a teasing smile.

"We are in Disneyland for the first time. We are gonna be cheesy and proper tourists."

"Ok" he laughs. "Should we try on the caps? Maybe take a picture? I want to remember this moment."

"Just be careful with the angle."

"I'm a pro, Val. There won't be any nipples involved."

"It better not" I warn him, getting in bed next to him. "Let me… there" I say, putting the cap on his head.

"How do I look?"

"Gorgeous."

"Liar. I always look gorgeous" he smirks.

"I beg to differ" I say, putting on mine. "Now let's take that photo so we can go grab something to eat."

"I think I don't like bossy Val anymore."

"What?" I laugh.

"If she isn't going to ride me until I forget my name, I don't like her."

"Shut up and take that photo, Pedro.”

"Yeah… I don't like her. And I'm taking the photo, relax. Don't need to look at me as if you were going to rip off my head."

"I'm too hungry for that."

"Lucky me" he laughs. "Say Disney!" 

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"Pedri, we are gonna be late for breakfast!"

"Just a minute!" he says from the bathroom.

"If when we go downstairs they've run out of everything I like, I'm murdering you. What are you doing?"

"These eyebrows don't look this perfect on their own, Valeria" he says while pointing at them and finally joining me in the room. "There is work behind them."

"All the work I don't put on mine" I chuckle. "Anyway, are you ready?"

"One last thing."

"Pedri!" I groan.

"We can't leave without her."

"Her? Who?"

"Her" he smiles, showing me what he was hiding in his suitcase.

"Is that… Is that my Minnie?"

"Her twin sister. If you had come with your aunt you would have brought her with you, right?"

"I would have, yes."

"Well, I thought that we should do the same. But then I worried you may lose her or get her dirty, and if anything happened to her you would be gutted and I could not bear seeing you like that. So I bought you another Minnie for you to carry around the same way you would have done as a kid, but without having to worry about what happens to her. Though if she survives, it would be a cute memory."

"No."

"What?" Pedri says with a confused look.

"It would not be a cute memory. It would be one of the best memories of my life. And you are the one who is cute. The cutest human being ever" I say before throwing myself at him and hugging him while crying like a baby.

"Aww, Val" he says while hugging me back, one of his hands moving up and down my back, trying to comfort me. But that gesture only makes me cry harder. Why is he so cute?

"I love you, Pedri" I manage to say.

"I love you too" he replies.

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"That was the best thing ever! So so so good! I kind of want to do it again."

"What?" Pedri says, looking at me as if I've grown another head.

"I was joking, don't worry" I laugh. "But it was so good! Much better than what I had seen online and… Pedri. Pedri, hey. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

"You are so pale… Let's sit down" I say, grabbing his arm and walking him towards a bench.

"Yes, let's sit down while my stomach goes back to its usual place."

"Pedri, you should have told me you were scared of the Tower of Terror before we went in. Look at you, you are so white you could pass for a Real Madrid shirt."

"I'm not in the mood for jokes, Valeria" he says, giving me a murderous look. "And if I didn't say anything it was because I didn't know I was scared of it. I thought it would be one of those houses where people show up out of nowhere and scare you, not one where you are dropped into the void."

"Sorry" I say, moving my hand up and down his arm, trying to comfort him like he had done for me a few hours ago. "There actually is a place like that, we can go later."

"I'll think about it."

"Ok" I chuckle. "But I guess this means we aren't checking the Star Wars ride."

"Do they drop you somewhere?"

"It is a rollercoaster."

"I'll think about that too" Pedri says, closing his eyes and leaning back on the bench.

"Is your stomach still on your throat?" 

"I don't know where it is anymore, Val. I don't know if I have a stomach anymore, to be honest."

"Aww, Pedri. Will a cuddle make you feel better?"

"We can try" he says, trying really hard not to smile.

"Look at you. Even while dying you still are a cheeky little thing" I giggle.

"Always, my dear" he replies. "Always."

[reasonsforhope]

Your blog is a literal god send for me, I’ve been feeling so depressed, pessimistic, nihilistic and cynical at the state of the world right now and my fear of if I even have a future, but your blog is absolutely what I needed right now, so I can’t thank you enough. I’m just so happy to see someone who is hopeful and positive and not pessimistic, and it makes me legit want to cry tears of joy. How are you able to stay so positive and optimistic despite everything going on?

<3 <3 <3

As for how I stay optimistic and relatively positive? Lots of effort and hard work.

I'm not naturally an optimist. I spent most of my life (and certainly my adolescence lol) being pretty angry and cynical.

It's not that I never feel depressed or despairing about the state of the world. There's fucked up shit happening, indisputably, and hey, I'm trans, it's been a rough fucking year for that. But I guess I try to focus on the difference between passing moods and baseline worldview.

Some of the main ways I moved my baseline worldview to be optimistic and hopeful:

A lot of reading and looking at data and in-depth stories. The headlines never give you enough of the story - hell, most news articles don't these days, because they're so skewed toward negative news

Especially reading/looking at good news sites (I have a masterpost of good news sites here). There are good things happening everywhere that you never hear about. Mostly, you only ever hear about the good things when there's been a huge setback, which sucks!

I'm basically not on social media. Nothing except Tumblr, Facebook, and LinkedIn, and I only ever go on FB and linkedin briefly for business. It's fantastic, can't recommend ditching social media enough

I made sure I was doing something to help (aka I started this blog. I would also volunteer but my disabilities and a lot of logistics make that complicated)

My job involves reading a couple dozen self-help books a year lol, not gonna lie that def helps

Taking a long perspective of time. It often doesn't feel like it, but statistically, this really is the best time to be alive. (Here's a fantastic essay about many of the reasons why.) People really gloss over how much most of the past kinda fucking sucked to live in. 50% of all people used to die before their 15th birthday, for basically all of history until the past 200 years!! Imagine having to live with that. Imagine all of that pain and grief literally everywhere. I'm really happy about living in modern times, actually!

That last point is esp helpful to remember for me because I'm 100% for sure on the list of "people who would've died in childbirth" pre modern medicine (and my mom would've died having me, too). It was modern times or nothing lol

The vast majority of the world has spent the past 300 to 500 years being absolutely brutalized by white people and/or the West. There's still a lot of fallout to fix and colonialism to uproot, but I genuinely can't wait to see what people and nations will achieve with sustained self-rule and significantly fewer massive atrocities

Solarpunk and hopepunk stuff

I'm gonna make a whole post about this at some point but the fact that we eliminated scarcity in the past few decades actually changes the entire fucking game for the world (literally it's not a zero sum game anymore) and for the future. We're allowed a bit of a learning curve I think

I listen to the Rent soundtrack a lot and go "well you know what being trans right now sucks but being trans at the height of the aids crisis would've been way fucking worse" lol rip

Meds! Meds. Antidepressants and antianxiety meds unfortunately don't work for everyone (yet!), but also thank fuck for meds

Progress almost always happens in slow, tiny increments, with a lot of stops and starts and setbacks. You have to always remember that there are always people fighting somewhere, and if they're stopped, there will always be more people to pick up the fight in the future

[changbokkii]

How long is forever?

Yang Jeongin x reader

Summary: Summary: your best friend Jeongin is moving away to become a K-pop idol. Years later you go to surprise him at a concert. He asks you when are you going to see him again and you jokingly say forever. How long is forever?

**

You and Jeongin have always been close as long as you can remember. He was your only friend and you were his only friend. You stuck together like glue and loved each other.

“Foxy! I’m here,”

“Y/nnie!”

You both hugged each other very tightly while their parents laughed. You both run upstairs to go play with your stuffed animals. Your parents called out to you but you didn't hear what they said because all you were focused on was Jeongin.

"So...Y/nnie.. I won't be here for your birthday,"

"What!? Why not? Did you find another best friend? I came to your tenth birthday so why can't you come to mine?"

"Well...my mom wants me to try something new...We're moving back to South Korea next week-"

"What...?"

You were completely devastated. You thought he came to stay with you in America forever... But now he's leaving for god knows how long. But there would always be a memory of him in the back of your mind.

**

The day has come...

You and your mother are at the airport with Jeongin, his mom, and his dad. You couldn't even look at Jeongin.

"Y/nnie..."

He almost started crying. He just wants you to say something or at least look at him. It wasn't his choice and you know that, but it still hurt like hell. You were his safe space, his best friend forever and he had to leave... he had to leave you. He didn't care for anything else in America but you.

"Remember me..."

You go up to him and kissed his cheek and hugged him, refusing to let go. Then you felt something being put on your wrist. It was a bracelet that said 'Y/nnie'. Then he showed you a bracelet that said 'Foxy' on it.

Then it was time for him to board the plane. You gave him one last hug and said another goodbye.

**

You walked around your college's campus bored as ever. It was only a matter of time until you graduated. Even though you're only 21, time has been flying by quicker than you ever expected to be.

Then, your friend, Irene runs up to you with a smile brighter than the sun.

"A K-pop group is performing at our college, girly!"

"Irene, you know I'm not into that kind of-"

"You're never interested in anything. But anyway, look at the flyer for it!"

There are the words STRAY KIDS bolded on top of the paper with the members names underneath it. There's Bangchan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and I.N (Jeongin).

"Wait! Jeongin?"

"Yeah, he's the youngest of the group. So...are you coming with? I got two backstage passes! Wouldn’t want to waste them, would we?

"Yeah...I guess I'll go,"

..

You are at the concert in the third row. You see people from your college and people who aren't from your college to. Maybe it was leftover tickets and other people decided to go.

They are performing their opening song, LALALALA. You start to smile because you are actually liking the music. Until you hear a familiar voice with a familiar face...

"몸부림치며 roll 냅다 던져버려 맞닥뜨려 세상의 소음"

"Jeongin.."

You mumbled to yourself. Could it actually be? Was it him?

..

About 50 people were lined up for the meet and greet backstage. You were so nervous about seeing you friend that you haven't seen in over 6 years.

“Irene I’m so scared…”

“What is it to be scared of?”

“What if he remembers me and it’s kinda awkward or if he doesn’t remember and that’s even more awkward—

“Girl…you really need to stop your rambling…please,”

..

Soon enough it was your turn… you walked forward but you stopped because of your name being called.

“Y/nnie!”

You felt to nervous to respond…so you smiled as he came up to you .

Finally you gathered up all the courage you had and said something…

“I’m glad to see you again, foxy,”

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So I’m kinda leaving yall on a cliffhanger ig. I didn’t have time to write it because I’m so busy and recently I’ve been all over the place so…yeah

It probably won’t be posted until the end of February but idk

LOVE U!

[ughdontbeboring]

so yal may be surprised af to know I’ve never watched Elvis the movie or even any clips even though I’ve been a Austin fan since his earlier days and a bigggh Baz fan since Romeo + Juliet (still so obsessed and Moulin Rouge ahhh so good) I honestly wasn’t sure how’d they portray Elvis and his relationship with black artist of the time and culture and I didn’t want to have to go there bc I adore them both. Plus I surprisingly don’t remember that much press for it but I know that’s more of who I was following. It’s only been the past couple months I’ve been catching up on that press tour and I’m so obsessed I love love lovvvvveeee Baz and Austin tg and I pray they work tg again.

but then eventually I obviously heard such good things about it and kept telling myself to watch it and idk just never did.

sooooooooo here I go yall and I have a feeling I’m about to be even more obsessed 😅🥲😭

also I asked my mom if she wanted to watch and she said “girl I been watched it! Me and grandma watched it together and it was so good, it was like watching an Elvis concert. Put it on I’ll watch it again”

like ok wow girl you just been watched it without me 🙄 also I’m sure she doesn’t realize Austin is the same actor from our show The Shannara Chronicles. Gosh I loved that series when it aired.

so I’ll be back and down bad and even worse for Austin and stil pledging my love for Baz all these years later.

UPDATE BELOW

wow yall just wow

wow wow wowwwwww I’m obsessed

it was so emotional and so visually stunning. I personally loved the respect and appreciation they showed for black culture. I know people are 50/50 on it but I feel like was never told this way, that Elvis did in fact care and appreciate this community he grew up in and felt accepted by. When he needed to get back to himself THAT is where he could go either physically or in song.

wow Austin was wow. He was extraordinary. I love love Brendan but idk Austin just brought a life and emotion to Elvis NO ONE has been able to over all these years. From his happiness to his grief. He was able to bring back a love and appreciation for Elvis. Def Oscar worthy.

and Baz. A real fucking genius. No one could have made this movie but him, not in true Elvis fashion. I think Elvis would have loved the way he shot this. The way Baz told his story. but it is a film sadly I will probably never watch again it was just tooo emotional for me. I’m sucker for people losing their parents young or being taking advantage of and he was!!! And he died sooooooo young I swear my whole life I thought this man passed in his 60s and he was HARDLY 40!! Omg my heart just breaks for him and those who truly loved and cared for him.

I really don’t have a favorite part but i love all the early shots of Elvis and Austin in the pink!! Ah! And the pink lace omg it’s just such a look. Austin pulls off the pink so well. Him running around on Beale Street. The opening scene with Elvis and how we hardly see his face as we’re tryna catching up with him and we mostly just see the people around him. I love how the guy yells out at him fairy or something and you can just see the gf intrigued and then Elvis just goes off and then she’s the first one to scream and then he yells for her to sit down when she jumps up! lmfao I was cracking up. Loved that part.

one of the other parts I loved is how Baz shoots Toms character the colonel when he’s trying to get a first look at young Elvis out back. He truly shot him like the predator he was. That was just ugh I loved that part, young Elvis is w his mama and those who care abt him and he’s nervous and just tryna get a grip and here he is watching and just taking in what he can to use for his own good. Ugh fucking piece of shit.

and the closet scene crying over him mama 😭 that must have been emotional for Austin.

and when they threatened him not to shake a pinky and he does before letting loose and all hell breaks loose.

I can see why Austin ended up in the hospital right after filming it must have taken such a toll on his body I can’t imagine what Elvis was actually feeling and sadly I understand why he passed so young.

I mean 10/10!! stunning

loooooveeeed this scene!! And how they shot the focus.

[sunshinetemptress93]

Welcome to Just This Once: when Harry and Jade reconnect after spending four years and thousands of miles apart on the most special night of their best friends lives.

There is smut of course.

Hope you enjoy!💋

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Thursday June 2nd

I swear to god, if this cab driver gets turned around one more time I'm going to lose my shit. He's been driving in circles for over an hour, completely lost and getting more and more frustrated. I didn't want to be even more late to this gathering than I already am. I called Tatiana and Niall letting them know my driver was a complete dipshit and I'd be there as soon as possible.

The car turns sharply into a parking lot and comes to a halt. Huffing out of my nose, I pipe up. "Um sir. Do you need me to pull up a map?"

"No, no I've got it." I waves me off and reverses the vehicle, turning left back down the way we came. I sigh heavily, and his eyes glance at me in the mirror, so I shrink down in my seat.

I could've walked from the airport and gotten to the resort faster.

After about 15 minutes, the car pulls down a winding dirt drive. The old oak trees creek as a wind gust whips through the area, the mix of freshly fallen rain and salty air hits me and I grin staring out the open window. Tatiana picked the best venue for a weekend away to celebrate her and Niall's big day: an all expenses paid resort with room and board for all of their guests. It was an exciting day, but nerve racking as well. The closer we got to the hotel, the more nervous I became to see him. "We're here. So sorry for the delay! I haven't driven over here much."

Passing him some money for the fair, I shake my head. "Don't sweat it. Thank you!" Of course I was beyond pissed I was an hour late, but I don't have it in me to take it out on him. I'm a bit of a passive person when it comes to confrontation, and quite honestly I didn't have the energy. The trip was long and I was not about to use up the last bit of energy I had on being upset, but in being the best maid of honor for my best friend.

Grabbing my suitcase from the trunk, the driver gives me a nod and sets it down on the cobblestone driveway. I wave politely as he pulls away, still trying to stall some. I turn and make my way up the brick stairs to the front door, heart racing and palms sweating. I knew that I'd see him, especially since he's the best man, but now that this day is here, I was beginning to panic.

But no matter how this reunion goes, I was going to make sure I enjoyed every minute of this trip. I never take time for myself, let alone take an actual vacation. Working as much as I do is how I was even able to afford this trip, so it was going to be amazing regardless.

I bet it'll be fine, right? We don't hate each other, and I mean we're Facebook friends, so maybe I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill.

Following signs that the one and only Tatiana hand made for this weekend, I end up back outside underneath a cabana adjacent to a massive pool.

"Jade!" Her voice sings through the chatter of about 50 people clustered around with drinks in their hands. Dropping the handle of my suit case, I race over to her, colliding into a heart wrenching hug. I could tell that she'd already started crying, which brings my own tears to my eyes. It's been so long since I'd seen Tatiana, a year to be exact. Ever since I'd moved to Northern California for a teaching job, it's been damn near impossible to make time to fly back out east to see her. She opted out of a bachelorette party to save money, understanding 100% that not everyone has the time or finances to disappear for a weekend getting shit faced.

Pulling back, fresh tears in her eyes, she kisses my cheek. "I'm so glad you made it in one piece!"

Taking her in, she looked absolutely breathtaking. She really went all out with the whole bridal vibe, dressed in the most adorable white feather crop top and high waisted trousers to match. I on the other hand had on a camel colored blazer, black body suit, and fucking jeans. "I'm so sorry I'm so late, the driver got lost and I'm fresh off a plane looking like a complete slob."

"Jade, stop it. You look amazing, don't even worry!" Linking her arm with my own, she walks me over to a group of people drinking and talking. I can see Niall cackling at something someone said, eyes crinkled so much you couldn't even see his gorgeous blue eyes. As we approach them, that all too familiar lock of curls comes into view. It's a bit longer now on the sides, and his shoulders looked broader. His shirt was quite colorful, covered in what looks to be food and condiments. Good to see he's still just as silly as ever.

He wasn't the same lanky 23 year old boy anymore, but a full grown man. My heart races the closer we get, so I chew on the inside of my cheek to calm my nerves. "Ni! Look who I finally found!" He turns, forest green locking with gray blue, and visibly stops breathing. I do my best not to stare and look past him, waving at Niall. "Hi loser."

"Jade! Finally!" Niall pushes past Harry and wraps me in a bear hug. "Thought you got murdered."

"Nope, just super lost." Niall pats the top of my head playfully. "Did you give the guy shite directions?"

"Hey!" I scoff. "I offered to help him, but he insisted he had it figured out." Shifting my eyes over, Harry's already fiddling with his rings.

"Well I'm glad you're here, wanna drink?" He asks.

"Mhm. Vodka cranberry?"

"Typical." Niall teases. "Babe, come with me and help." I go to protest, not wanting to be left alone with my ex so early on into this weekend, but Tatiana jumped at the chance. "Yeah! Uh I gotta go say hi to Grammy anyways." Tatiana takes Niall's hand and disappears into the crowd. Exhaling, I decide to go ahead and get this over with and center my body to face Harry for the first time in over four years apart.

"Hey there." He croaks. Harry's gaze does a once over of me, and the tiniest smile twitches at the corner of his lips.

"Hi there." His eyes meet mine again and he takes a step forward. "So do I get a hug or are we going to pretend we hate each other."

The stifled giggle comes out full fledged. "of course you idiot, come here." Wrapped in his embrace, he squeezes me tight. My heart stopped pounding the moment I pressed into his chest.

Harry and I may be exes, but we didn't end on bad terms. We just... wanted different things. He wanted to be married young and pop out a few kids, whereas I wanted adventure and no other responsibilities other than myself. We'd decided after college with him moving back to England to work in finance and I moving to California to teach, we parted ways. It was difficult, but we knew it was best. We were young and needed to figure out life on our own, and trying to force one to conform to what the other wanted would have broken us.

I'll always have love for him and I'd hoped he'd done well for himself over the last four years.

"So," I cleared my throat. "How have you been?"

"Good, good. Great actually." He answers quickly. His voice wavered, indicating he wasn't being truthful. Clearly things weren't good, good great and in typical Harry fashion he masks the truth with a broad dismissive answer.

I arch my brow at him, "Harry," he chews his lip nervously . "What."

I step closer, looking dead in his eyes. "You know I still know all your tells." He stares at me for a beat until his facade finally fades. Groaning, he throws his head back. "God dammit I forgot you can do that."

"Tell me, truthfully, how are you?"

Pushing his hands in his pockets, he sighs. "Well, I moved back about 6 months-"

"Oi! Styles move!" Niall's boisterous voice interrupts our conversation as he reaches around Harry's frame to hand me my vodka cranberry. "There ya go, love!"

Harry shoots daggers at his best friend, but Niall misses it completely. "Follow me, dinners being served." The two of us follow Niall to be seated by waiters dressed in all black suits at a long table overlooking the sunset over the ocean. Centerpieces filled with peonies, roses, gardenias and cosmos decorate the table top. Little tea candles placed in vases filled halfway with water illuminate everything in a soft glow, setting the perfect ambiance of romance and whimsy. Everything was so over the top and glamorous, very much a reflection of Tatiana's character.

To my surprise, I wasn't seated next to Harry. Tatiana always gave me shit for being nervous to see him again and swore up and down she'd have us seated next to one another the whole weekend and yet, I'm sat four seats down from him and on the opposite side.

Maybe she finally came to her senses that this was going to be a very strange weekend for the both of us.

Seeing him now though, all sense of insecurity and angst disappeared. He was my person for so long and breaking up really did do a number on me, but there was zero tension between us right now. Glances were exchanged throughout the meal, and each time the looks lasted longer than the one prior. We ate, we laughed, and told embarrassing stories of our two wonderful friends, it was a perfect night.

Once we'd finished eating, everyone began to disperse and retire to their prospective rooms. Before heading back inside, I catch Niall before he gets too far from me. Tapping his shoulder, he turns quickly. "Hey doll face."

"Hey, um." I looked around hoping no one was within earshot. "Is Harry ok? He said something about moving back?"

Niall's shoulders slump a tad. "Um yeah, he's been staying with us while he saves up for his own place."

My brows pinch, "did something happen?"

Niall stays silent, looking anywhere but my face.

"Did something happen in England?" I press.

"Let him tell you." Shutting down the conversation with that, I concede. "Okay, sorry. Just, he clammed up a bit earlier." I glance over my shoulder and see Harry seated with a few guys from college underneath a tree, laughing and hollering at one another.

"Look, I can tell you this. He's had a rough go, but he's doin' better. Just a delicate topic that's all. Let him come to you, yeah?"

"Ok. I will. See you tomorrow." I hug my dear friend and meander up the steps, glancing back once more and see Harry already watching me. I give him a wave with my fingers, and mouth goodnight and he does the same. The halls were empty and my room was immaculate. With a view of the garden below from the balcony, I couldn't wait to wake up with a cup of coffee and enjoy the sunrise. Trying not to dwell too much, I shower and get ready for bed with a face mask and a poetry book. I wasn't sure how I was going to get Harry to tell me what happened while he was gone, but I just hope he's doing alright.

*****

Friday, June 3rd

With the sun high in the sky, I made myself comfortable on my hot pink beach towel laid out next to Tatiana's white one. Adorned in a wide brimmed straw hat with wifey stitched into it, Tatiana sprays tanning oil onto her already bronze skin. "Don't over do it, Tati. Don't wanna look like a lobster tomorrow for your big day."

Tatiana flips me off and closes the cap. "I'm fine, there's an umbrella."

Laid on my tummy and adjusting the baby blue string bikini top to cover me properly, I flip through my book and roll my eyes at her. "Yeah, for now. But in a few hours when you're three margaritas in, you'll end up out in the water burnt to a crisp."

A flip flop comes flying at me, hitting me in the butt. Rolling over, I see Tatiana leaning back on her hands smirking at me. "Talk shit again and the next one will be aimed at your face." I flick sand at her causing her to shriek. "You know I'm right." I deadpan.

"Fuck off, i know." She utters.

Turning my attention back to my book, I immerse myself into the world of rupi kaur. But it doesn't last long. The men were playing sand volleyball right in front of us so that means it took no time at all for the ball to land right in front of me, sending sand flying into my face. Slamming my book shut, I sit up agitated. Before I can chastise whatever idiot let it get this far from the net, Harry stands before me golden brown and panting. "Sorry, Niall's a fucking idiot who got too drunk before hand." Harry squats down in front of me, bright yellow trunks pulling up over his thighs. My eyes hoan in on his tiger tattoo and my mouth begins to water.

Thankfully I have massive black sunglasses on, so he can't see me salivating over the ink on his skin.

"It's fine." I utter. "I'll sit back to avoid getting hit."

Harry grabs the ball shaking his head, "nah, stay comfortable. I'll make sure to block it next time." With a wink, Harry jogs back towards the rowdy group of boys hooping and hollering, wanting to continue the game.

I couldn't help but watch him the entire time, poetry book long forgotten now. His physique has changed quite a bit since we were together, and I gotta say I'm impressed. He'd spike the ball for a point, dive for a save, or jump serve with every ounce of strength he had, and every muscle contracted and rippled with each move. He just gets sexier with time. It didn't go unnoticed that his attention was half in the game and half on me while I sunbathed. His lips would roll into his mouth when he glanced over at me, especially when I needed to re-apply sunscreen.

Not that I needed to do it as often as I was, but this was a fun little game we were playing. Where's the harm in that, right?

He was doin' something to me too with the way his shorts stayed perfectly hiked up over his tattoo. Fuck head knows how much I loved that one, second to his butterfly on his abdomen. I'd kill to run my hands over it again, and with his newly formed six back it'd feel even-

"Earth to Jaaaade." Tati's voice snaps me out of my daze, "hey stop drooling over your ex and get in the water with me!"

"I wasn't drooling." I lie.

"Yeah, and I'm the queen of England."

"Isn't she dead?" I quip.

"Probably." She tuts. "You know he's single again." Gesturing her chin to Harry, I follow her line of sight to see Harry stretching his arms over his head, exposing his fern tattoos... god I hate him right now.

I sit up and cross my legs, turning to my friend. "Again?"

"Oh yeah." She confirms. "He had some girl back in England he was with for about two years. They got serious super fast, proposed and everything. Then, it all went to shit." Tatiana fans herself with her hat, and continues. "She ran off with some yoga instructor from France. Called off the whole thing."

"Wow, that's fucked." I look back at Harry who's now wrestling with another guy for the ball. He looked like he was living his best life you'd never know he was probably still hurting inside. "Niall said he's staying with you guys."

"Mhm. But he's looking to buy a place in Boston to stay close to us. He really needed his friends." She proclaimed. "Ya know with you coming home, too, he could really use someone to talk to."

My heart drops. "Tati, no one knows about that but you." I scold. "Don't even think about telling-"

"Hey hey!" She raises her hands in defense. "And that's still the case. But if you wanted to tell someone... You've got the prime opportunity here. Now, I'm sweating like a whore in church and need to cool off. Are you coming?"

I place my book in my bag and brush off any excess sand from my body as I stand. "Yeah, yeah ok. I'm coming."

Taking my hand, Tatiana and I race towards the crashing waves, kicking up water with every step. Diving into a wave, I emerge feeling refreshed. The beach has always been my happy place, Tatiana's too. Ever since we were kids we spent as many hours out in the water as possible until our parents had to bribe us with ice cream to get us out.

Like a magnetic force, I feel eyes on me. Turning around facing the shore once more, there stood Harry mid game gawking at me. His tongue darts over his bottom lip until the ball slams right into his chest. Snapping him out of his daydream, he diverts his attention from me to the drunken angry men. "Oi!!! Winning point!" Profanities from his team could be heard over the crash of the waves around me.

"Looks like you just lost the game for him, missy." Tatiana teases.

Well worth it.

*****

Saturday June 4th

I'd never been one for weddings. But the entire day devoted to my longest friend and her adorable husband made me realize they were something truly special. Having divorced parents who despised one another made me very anti marriage, but Niall and Tatiana exude pure unconditional love, and the fact that they chose to share that love with us made my heart burst with joy. Watching my best friend make her way down the aisle brought tears to my eyes and I'm not too much of a crier.

She looked radiant.

With a strapless lace dress hugging her body, her golden skin shimmered in the setting sunlight.

Niall was a complete mess which I know none of us will ever let him live down. Watching Harry try and not laugh out loud while his best friend is sobbing was probably the highlight of the ceremony. The officiant spoke of everlasting love and thanked us for joining to witness the union of two people who loved each other so much that "they decided to get the government involved."

That got a good laugh outta everyone.

Tati proceeds with her vows, but I can't focus on anything other than Harry's deep green eyes watching my every move. The majority of the ceremony was spent shooting each other looks and smiles, winks and giggles. I was so worried about things being weird or hard this weekend, and they've been quite the opposite. It was easy to fall into a rhythm with him again. Very friendly, light and easy. After the beach, the wedding party went bowling together, then somehow ended up at a karaoke bar. The longer the night went on, the easier it was to be near him. Almost too easy.

Wrapping up the ceremony, Niall takes Tatiana into his arms and dips her into the sweetest giggle filled kiss.

"Please welcome for the first time, Mr. And Mrs. Niall and Tatiana Horan!"

Lavender seeds go flying from the crowd as the happy couple makes their way back down the aisle. Cheers, tears, and laughter erupt as we follow suit, the rest of the wedding party walk back down the aisle, and of course Harry and I are the first to go. We lead the way, arms linked, and I swear electricity shoots through me. His arm felt firm holding my own as I try and walk in my heels down the grassy path towards the reception hall. Harry glances down at me, smiling. "I wanted to tell you that you look absolutely stunning."

"Thank you, you clean up well."

"I do alright." Making our way to the bar, Harry orders himself a whiskey neat and me a vodka cranberry.

"So tell me, how's life." He asks leading me to the assigned tables. Glancing down I see his name card placed conveniently next to mine. I guess I'll let Tatiana get a kick outta this one thing.

Pulling out my chair, I take a seat. "Well I've been teaching fifth grade math in California. I really liked it. Worked for a good school district, great time off, the works." Sipping my drink, I knew I'd need liquid courage. "But..."

Leaning forward, Harry listens intently. "But?"

"Umm, my moms not well. So I'd decided to come back east to take care of her." Harry's hand gently holds mine, squeezing it slightly. "Jade, m'so sorry." Soft green glimmered a little less at the news. "It's ok, she's doing ok. But there will come a time she won't, so I decided to come back." The words struggle to come out, but Tatiana was right. I needed to be more open about what's going on in my life. I can find a teaching job anywhere, but I'd never get back any lost time with my mom.

Harry's lashes fluttered at my words, and he exhales. "For how long?"

Rubbing my thumb across his knuckles, I couldn't help but grin. "For good, my friend." Leaning back he toys with his half empty glass. "Friends, huh?" His jaw tightened as he watches me shift in my seat. "Yeah, friends." I confirm. "We always got along, so I think friends is what we are."

Darting his eyes across the room, he chuckles. "Mhm. If I recall, we were very good together."

I smack his knee, "Get your mind outta the gutter, Styles."

"But that's it's favorite place to be, especially when it comes to you, peach."

Chills cover my skin and my breath catches in my throat. His pet name for me slips from his lips like it was just part of his vocabulary. Like he said it every day. Eyes wide and not sure how to respond, I sip on my drink and turn away from him. "Did I unlock a memory?" He quips. Crossing my leg over the other, I ignore him.

We've been toying with one another all weekend, but now we're about to cross over that line that we may not want to cross.

He leans over and whispers in my ear, "doin' ok there? Do I still make you nervous?"

Rolling my lips into my mouth I squint at him. "What do you think? Like you said, we were always good together. In more ways than one."

One single finger grazes my bare knee, making me twitch. "Glad to know I still got it." He teases. His hand finds home on top of my knee, so I take another long sip. The lights dim while people mingle and dance, leaving the two of us alone at the table.

Bad idea.

I take another gulp when his hand travels up my leg further. My skin felt like it was on fire the higher his fingers danced along my skin. He watches my micro reactions to his touch as it traveled underneath my dress. He massaged the fleshy part of my thigh, making me feel like I was going to bust. I did my best to keep my composure, but when his middle finger grazed the front of my underwear, I audibly sigh. the room is dark enough and the tablecloth long enough that no one can tell what's going on underneath it. Steady circles are drawn around my bud, and I shoot him a look.

"Harry."

"Jade."

He didn't even look my way. Just slowed his pace, but continued once I looked away, adding pressure this time. I glance down and realize my drink is now empty and I was definitely going to need more alcohol if this is going to continue.

I gasp when his thumb slides behind the thin material, finally touching me properly. My eyes flutter shut, and I turn my face away to avoid making eye contact with any passerby in the room who has no clue what's happening. The lights now fully dimmed to darkness  aside from the spotlight on a set of double doors.

"Welcome for the first time! The Horans!" The room erupts into cheers and Harry's hand returns to its rightful place, clapping and cheering. Brushing off the newly found flustered feeling, I join in and stand, clapping and tearing up as the two most incredible people enter. The room dies down when their first dance song begins to play and I can't help but tear my eyes away from them and look at the crazy man sitting next to me. Harry shoots me a wink and slides his pointer finger past his lips, shaking me to the core. The action stole any words I had left in me.

Harry pops it out of his mouth and grins. "Mmm, still so sweet."

That was it for me.

I grip his suit jacket and pull him away towards the back door that backs up to the main part of the hotel.

He begins to slow his steps, causing my dramatic exit to halt. Coming to a complete stop, I turn and stare him down. "Harry, you're gonna get us in trouble." I tried to sound stern, but it's kinda hard when he got me all worked up. He steps up to me, tilting my chin with his knuckle. "Thought you liked it."

"I did. That's the problem." I stand firm.

"Didn't really seem like it was one five minutes ago. Come on, peach. You know I can take care of that little problem of yours." His voice was husky and low, only loud enough for me to hear him. I know jumping into bed with him right now is not the smartest idea, but I was aching and he could easily fix that for me, especially since it was his fault.

"Just this once?" I offer.

"Mhm."

Crashing my lips into his, Harry's hands cup my jaw. The kiss was rushed and needy, and exactly as I remembered him. It was a teeth clashing, heaving panting encounter that made my head spin. Pulling apart, we stare intensely at one another, silently contemplating what the fuck we are doing. "Jade. I...."

I let out a shaky breath as I bring my lips to his once more. "Just this once." I whisper.

"Fuck it." He groans.

We race into the hotel, scramble to get the elevator button while devouring one another, and stumble into an elderly couple exiting the doors. We apologize profusely until the metal doors shut and allow us to pick up where we left off.

Thankfully the elevator ride was short, and the hall was empty when we stepped off it. I refuse to let any obstacles interrupt us, and we'd have to make it quick before Tatiana notices we aren't there. Unlocking the door, Harry leads me into his hotel room. I walk around taking a peak at it, trying to calm the nerves. Harry was only a few steps behind me, placing his hand on my lower back and kisses my shoulder. "You sure about this?" I ask.

"Never been more sure of anything."

Unzipping the back of my dress, his lips ghost my sun kissed skin. Once at the nape of my neck, then twice atop my shoulder. His feather-like touch down my spine makes me shiver, and he chuckles. "Nice to know I remember what makes you tick."

"Do you remember how I-" suddenly his grip on my locks tightens and twists around once, then twice, pulling just hard enough where my neck leans back to look into his forest green lust filled eyes, "mmm like a little pain with your pleasure? Of course I do. Never forgot."

The thin straps of my cobalt blue midi dress slouch, exposing the top of my chest. Harry's hands gravitate to them, massaging them as I feel his lips suck the sensitive part right behind my ear. The tiniest of whimpers leave my lips when his thumbs begin to toy with my nipples over the material. He definitely remembers how to make my body do what he wants it to, and I will always remember what makes him tick too.

My hand reaches around his neck, lightly scratching his scalp just before I tug at the unruly locks. Harry gasps and sighs, "fuck, do that again."

Turning in his embrace, body flush with his, I shoot him a sly look. "Only if you say please."

"M'not sayin' please."

"Oh come on, you know you like to beg." My free hand slides down his pants, toying with the button. "I'll let you come in me if you say please."

When I tell you I'd never seen his expression go from sweet and boyish to animalistic and feral in 2.5 seconds, I mean it. Hooded eyes and bottom lip tucked between his bunny teeth, he groans. "Please do that again." Tugging harder this time, Harry's jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth would crack. Hunger takes over him as his lips engulfs my own, tongues fighting for space in each others mouths. He was always one to dominate, that I knew well, but this time it was my turn.

Maybe something's do change.

Wasting not even a millisecond, his hands grip my hips, tugging my dress all the way up past my belly. I have to break from him to yank it all the way down my body, leaving me in nothing but a nude thong and heels. Harry's knees visibly go weak. "my god," he sits down on the edge of the bed. "You are more beautiful than I remember."

Taking a step towards him I kick off my heels one at a time as he palms himself over his dress pants. I couldn't help but feel powerful seeing him like this, sitting and waiting patiently like a good boy, all for me. I place my hands on his shoulder and dip my lips down to his ear, "Now did I say you could touch yourself?"

Pulling back, shock flashed in his eyes, "N-no, you didn't."

"Then wait." An idea flashes through my mind, so I proceed to unbutton his trousers, pulling them down to his ankles. Now left in a half buttoned dress shirt and black Calvin Klein briefs, I straddle his thigh right atop his tiger tattoo. Harry's arms wrap around my waist, holding me snug against his chest. Open mouth kisses litter my neck and my hips begin to roll back and forth.

He chuckles, "missed it, huh?"

I couldn't help but giggle. "You know it, babe." Panting harder and harder as I chase the high, Harry holds my thong to the side, making it far easier to get off. I know me on top of him like this is torture, but I needed this. All I could think about was his tattoo after we spent the whole day on the beach yesterday. He caught me staring a handful of times, and if I didn't know any better, he made sure to have his swim trunks kept bunched up enough for the tiger to be visible.

Well, fine by me.

"Had me thinkin' about it all fuckin day yesterday, you made sure of that didn't you." I chastised.

"Mhm, it's your weakness." His tone laced with arrogance made my heart jump. I always loved how cocky he was, and he's never been cocky in a disrespectful way, but more self assured. He always knew what he wanted and stood firm on what he brought to the table. And right know, I'm wondering why we never gave long distance a shot. He's carnal in the bedroom, but adoring and sweet all other times. No other man has giving me the best of both worlds, until Harry.

One last roll of my hips and the band in my belly snaps. Pure pleasure courses through my body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and I couldn't have been more satisfied. My moans mixed with happy laughter and tears of joy. I haven't had an orgasm that intense in years. Harry watches me unravel before him, and he looks fond of himself. "Didn't even let me touch you yet and look at ya, makin' a mess." His arms tighten as he picks me up and lays me onto the duvet. " filthy girl tonight."

Blissed out and dizzy, I simply nod.

I lay back with my eyes closed and head spinning when I hear the sound of Harry's pants hitting the hardwood floor.

I could feel the shift of the bed as he climbed over me, hovering inches from my face.

I could smell his tobacco vanille cologne engulf my nose. It smelled so much like home to me.

His lips connect with mine, tasting of red wine and spearmint.

I was in literal heaven once again. 

Soft lips travel down my throat and land on my sternum. Peeling open my eyes I see him nestled between my legs, making himself comfortable gazing longingly at me. "What's on your mind?" I ask.

He shrugs, "nothin'. Just taking this all in."

I couldn't stop the smile that creeped in, "me too." I peck his forehead, then his nose, lifting his chin I plant a kiss with a loud mwah! "Missed you."

"I've missed you, too, peach."

Harry's large hands graze my sides and land on my hips. "You still on the pill?"

"Of course."

"And you're sure you wanna do this?" He asks.

I roll my eyes and wrap my legs around his waist, "yes. Please, I want this."

"Just this once, okay?" He uttered.

"Just this once." I echo.

Discarding his briefs and my thong, we were chest to chest, flesh to flesh, once again after four long excruciating years apart. But it was as if no time had passed when his hips rolled into my slowly, how the familiar groan he makes when he fills me to the hilt rumbles inside his chest. No one has ever come close to him, and they probably never will.

"You ok?" He pants. I nod, "move, please." He pulls further out of me and rolls back in dangerously slow, eliciting quite a long moan out of me. He doesn't stop kissing me for even a second, and neither do I. It's like we wanted to drown in one another, one last time. Hitching my left leg up, Harry pulls back and anchors my ankle atop his shoulder. A devilish smile peers down at me, "Is no one takin' care of you properly?"

Before I could answer, a hard thrust forward knocks the wind out of my chest. He does it again, again, and again, the best combination of pain and pleasure. Feeling his hand grip around my neck, Harry leans over my body, changing the angle, "baby, I asked you a question."

"No, no one has. Not since you!" I cry.

"Tsk tsk. That's a damn shame." He tuts. "Don't you worry, peach, I'll get you there."

Dropping my leg abruptly, he leaves me empty and leans back on his knees. I sit up on my elbows, leering at him annoyed. "Ok, that right there is not-"

"Hush and turn around."

I sit up, wanting to push him a little and fold my arms over my chest. "And what if I didn't wanna turn around?"

Cocking his head to the side, he glares playfully at me. "When did you get so bratty?"

I shrug and move closer to him, now seated on my knees, eye to eye, soft green and icy blue, "ever since I had to fuck shit men since you. No one knows what I like. And right now, I don't feel like turning around. That ok with you?"  His eyes bounce between my own, mouth agape in surprise. "Anything you want." 

"Then lay back."

Before I knew it, we were at it again with me taking full control. Sinking down with minimal effort, his eyes roll to the back of his head. He did always enjoy me on top, glad that hasn't changed. No other man ever lets me ride them, and it was my favorite position. Harry on the other hand has always been considerate even though he prefers to be more in charge.

His hands guide my hips back and forth when my body becomes sweaty and tired. That all too familiar feeling at the base of my spine was creeping in, and from the flushed look on Harry's face underneath me, he was on the verge of coming undone as well. "Come here."

He orders, so I lean forward allowing him to take over. Every thrust that hits that sweet spot, the bubble expands, until it finally pops. "Fuck Harry, please do stop, I'm-". Words escape me as my body goes rigid, the bliss I felt was un-fucking-imaginable. It was like the never ending orgasm, and he fucked into me to make it last even longer.

"Fuck, Jade I can't hold it." he was breathless, panting uncontrollably as he released everything he had inside of me. Its been four years, and he still gives me the most satisfying orgasms.

His thrusts grow sloppy and ragid, dropping his knees flat. The energy now simmering down, I begin to sit up to get to the bathroom and take care of business. Harry cocks a brow and tightens his arms around me. "And where do you think you're going."

"Gotta take care of that." I gesture with a nod where he's still buried inside me.

"Nuh uh." Pulling out, he flips me over and buries his face between my legs. The sensitivity was so overwhelming it hurt, but I revelled it. Pleasure with pain. I couldn't help but watch intently as Harry devours every last bit of our climax. Almost forgot how good this feels. Eventually I had to push his face back to prevent a third orgasm from happening. I was far too tired for another.  Harry disconnects his lips from me, grinning like the greedy little shit he is. "Always so good."

Harry scurries over to the bathroom and grabs a damp towel, aiding me in the remainder of the cleanup. Once I'd made myself semi decent, I wrap myself in a sheet and pick up my discarded clothing. Looking at the clock, the reception was already halfway over.

Tatiana is going to kill me. I check my phone and see a message from her of nothing but emojis: a heart, a boy, a girl, and an eggplant.

Well, I guess we aren't in trouble after all.

I could feel Harry watching me from the doorway of the bathroom. Glancing up, I see his arms crossed over his broad chest and a saddened look in his eyes. "Hey, you ok?" I ask.

He nods quickly, "mhm."

"It may have been four years baby cakes, but I still know when you're fibbing."

I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling. "It may have been four years baby cakes, but I still know when you're fibbing."

Harry rubs the back of his neck nervously, "well, I don't know if this is appropriate… but. Do you wanna just… stay?" His shoulders looked tense, like he had been holding onto that question all night. Dropping my wadded dress, I walk over to him. I take his arms into my hands, forcing him to unfold them. "Harry, don't feel weird about asking me that. I'd rather stay here with you than sleep alone."

"Really?"

I shrug, "of course." Harry brings my hands to his lips and peppers my knuckles with a million kisses, his scruffy face tickling the sensitive skin. "I'm gonna shower then?" I prompt.

Harry guides me into the en suite, turns on the shower to the hottest possible temperature, and leaves me to do my business. I felt pretty guilty for a moment for running off and boning my ex during my best friend's wedding, but I know Tatiana is going to be dying for details tomorrow, totally overlooking that the best man and maid of honor disappeared before the cake was even cut.

Feeling squeaky clean, I find a t- shirt and pair of shorts folded nicely on the bathroom counter for me. He always takes such good care of me. Once I'd made myself decent, I wandered into the bedroom feeling completely wiped. Harry was nestled in a large armchair, flipping through a book, rubbing his tired eyes. Gravitating to him, I curl up next to him, wrapping myself around his torso. "M'so tired." I mumble. "Read to me?"

"You still love that, huh." He comments, holding me close.

"Of course." I answered. "It was one of my favorite things."

"And tomorrow, if you're lucky" Harry turns to kiss my forehead, "I'll order breakfast in bed, how's that sound?"

I hum and kiss his shoulder, "And maybe you'll wake up with your cock in my mouth, if you're lucky."

"What happened to just this once?" He added.

"We were never very good at following the rules, now where were we?"

[hooked-on-elvis]

Hello there! I am a fan of your blog and I appreciate the depth you provide when your posts include text. You are an eloquent writer and as an English major, I can appreciate that in anyone!

Anywho, I was wondering what is your favorite era of Elvis and why? Mine is 50s E, going back to ‘53 pre-fame. He was just a young man with stars in his eyes and music flowing through his veins. I loved his zeal for God and the Bible (especially as a Christ follower myself), his passion and work ethic, his devotion to his family, all those things. Many of those tenets remained with him at the time of his passing but unfortunately, I do believe he was a case of being swamped by his fame (as has happened to many big stars). From what I’ve read, I do believe he was on his way to reworking his life in ways that returned to his roots reminiscent of 50s E, where he was more free and relaxed in accordance with his fame.

That being said, ‘68 to 70s E has my heart when it comes to music. He accomplished the variety I believe he wanted from the start, and was fleshed out in his individuality. Heh, this was a book and a half…thank you for reading and I look forward to your response!

TCB and TLC! 💜⚡️

First of all: 🥹🥲 Thank you for your kind words and compliment, dear. I'm glad I can do some good enough work when talking about Elvis' career and life because I think as much zeal Elvis had for God, like you mentioned, not comparing him with God but I do have the same zeal for him. When friends like you compliment the things I share in my blog I like to think Elvis is somehow proud of the little things I do while researching his career and sharing what i found out in a the clearest way I find to even tho I'm still studying English just like you. I try to do the best I can, I take a lot of time writing and rewriting but even so sometimes I know I slip in my writing. Anyhow I'm very pleased to hear my flaws don't come in the way of what I'm aiming to do. Helping to spread information about Elvis' rich career and life story with the more people I can reach. Thank you for sharing your feelings with me. You have no idea how I feel honored.

I can relate to your feelings about Elvis in many ways but there isn't an easy answer from my part, friend. Sorry if I may ramble too much in my answer but here goes my thoughts/feelings:

We, Elvis fans, love all of his eras anyway but we all have our favorites so, being specific, I love late 60s and all about 70s Elvis the most, specially 70s Elvis, and that's because of his voice, which was so much deeper and intenser than when he was young (naturally and because he worked hard for it too), and because of his repertoire as a musician, the country songs specially — also because of his latter movies which are my favorites.

Back in early 60s Elvis' voice was pretty much matured already but his repertoire, even tho I love it, is not my favorite in comparison to the 50s and 70s ones. There's too many ballads in the early 60s and I prefer the country songs Elvis performed in the 50s and 70s the most, as I said. I can't deny his looks in the 70s has something to do with my favorite Elvis era too. Late 1970 to 1972/1973 in my favorite period of Elvis' appearance, but as for his personal life, the 70s is not my favorite Elvis era at all, as you can imagine and I think we all can agree on this.

The way he was emotionally damaged in the course of his career is something we cry about every day, as fans. The fame pressure, better saying the need-for-profit business pressure that was put on him, took some of his shine away even tho he still had plenty to give, and he did, until the end of his life. The misfortune to him was becoming a prisoner of his phenomenal fame, "swamped by his fame" as you put it, but he loved the fans, he loved performing, he loved the spotlight on him, he loved his work, loved music to no end, and that's something we can trust to comfort our fan hearts. Elvis had a pretty good life, not a perfect one, but he was happy despite the problems he faced, the problems of human life that each of us have to deal with at some point in each unique ways they are presented to us, periods of deep sadness, hopelessness, anxiety, and so on. Even tho we will keep continually fantasizing that EP had never went through such problems in his life, our precious boy. I always like to enhance this: Elvis was not a sad "old" man by the end of his life. He had days and days. Life was not that exciting as it was for him in the 50s but, even tho not fully satisfied with life and with his career (the things he felt it lacked for him to accomplish), he was happy, he was in good humor most times, and he made many, many, MANY people happy (as helped many too) until the last day of his life, as we know — he still does so now in afterlife… here we are as a living proof.

By the way, one of the things I love the most about 70s Elvis is the way, even tho in his soul he could be in deep sorrow at times, he always found a way to make people laugh, even at his own expenses with self-deprecating jokes, for example. It's funny how he did this. Elvis was a special soul.

And yeah, the way Elvis loved God and the way he was never shy to show it is one of my favorite things about him too. I love to think he conquered his 3 Grammy Awards for his gospel albums, even tho it's sad he never conquered one for his secular music ones. He was proud of praising the Lord with the talent he always spoke proudly He had given to him, and winning awards from it I think made him feel the Lord was happy with the way he lived his life.

So, I guess my definite - tho not very specific - response to your amazing question is: I love 50s Elvis the most concerning his personal satisfaction as a performer, and I love late 60s, specially 70s Elvis the most concerning his work. I love him most of all, and everything he did, in different levels.

I warned ya', my answer wouldn't come that easy but that's how I feel. It's not easy to explain but I guess you can understand a little how I feel about Elvis now.

Thanks for your question, dear, and for you taking your time reading my content and being so kind and generous in sharing your thoughts with me and being interested in my feelings as an Elvis fan like you. Thank you for sharing your feelings about him with me (with us all) too! I love how we share the same kind of perceptions about El.

All my love to you, dear. A big, warm hug. 💖

TCB and TLC!⚡️

[dalekofchaos]

Crying Child should have been Golden Freddy/The One You Should not have killed, not Cassidy and sure as fuck not Andrew

I love Cassidy and honestly fuck Andrew's existence, but to me it would've been more impactful if Crying Child was the one to be TOYSNHK.

Here's why it works

William did not kill CC, but was traumatized by William's experiments/animatronics and killed by his animatronic did. It was by William's design. He may not have been killed by William directly, but it was still his machines and everything that transpired after his death is because of William

CC was killed by Fredbear aka Golden Freddy

Golden Freddy tried to kill Michael, the one who killed him

"These are my friends" William killed his friends. It's just a headcanon/theory, but many people speculate that the MCI and Charlie were CC's friends and William being the murderer would just fuel the agony and rage of his son

You look me in the dead eyes and tell me that TOYSNHK from UCN does not look like CC

The claim that William did all this for CC and Elizabeth is the excuse he uses and CC is consumed by vengeance for his friends. He will not let his father use his name for all the kids his father murdered. He will not let him go. He will make him suffer, like they've suffered. Again, again and again.

Unless you read the books or the Ultimate Guide, no one would know who Cassidy was and Andrew was not in the cards because Fazbear Frights was not made by UCN.

The way Cassidy is described is a girl with black hair and pigtails. What we got in UCN looks nothing like Cassidy is descrbed.

Not only would that be very poetic as Evan was the first dead child that started everything and now he's the last child who's still holding on to torturing his own father, but it also makes the story so much more personal. That Evan who was forced to live in this hell over and over again because as his father said he'd put him back together is now forcing his father to endure what Evan and so many others had to endure as well, either way the spirit within Fredbear is still holding on andforcing William to endure their own torment rather than passing on to the other side and if you manage to complete UCN on 50/20 mode, you get a final scene of Golden Freddy just sitting there twitching as the camera fades out and this is a representation that Golden Freddy is going to continue to fight and torture William forever. But what if Evan finally let go? What if Michael became Old Man Consequence and comforted his brother to let the demon to his demons and let go, finally the brothers find peace and leave their father to suffer in the lake forever.

I love Golden Duo as much as the next person, but that is clearly not the direction and Scott has not given any hints that this was made canon. So if we could only have one vengeful spirit, I would've preferred it to be CC.

This honestly would've been the perfect way to end the story of the Crying Child. He possesses Golden Freddy, he haunts Michael, he tortures William and with his brother bringing him peace, he lets go and has his Happiest Day. But for whatever reason, Scott dropped Crying Child from the narrative entirely and to me that was the worst mistake he made in the franchise.

[forgedroyalseal]

Ranger Gathering Day 9

Bond-

Empty chairs at empty tables, where my friends will sit no more

(TW: major/minor character death, non graphic)

He had always assumed he’d be the first one to die. He lead a dangerous life, it was a natural conclusion. Oh how wrong he was. Now as he moves through the halls of the Redmont ward, he realizes that he should have always known. He was destined to die the same way he had been brought to the ward, alone and scared. Nearly 80 years have passed between his birth and this moment, but how much as really changed? He still felt like a lonely lost boy searching for his family. The only difference is that now, he knows he has already lost the only one he’ll ever know.

Alyss was the first to go, and the utter wrongness of it sent chills up his spine even now. He should have never outlived her, and it’s hard to not think about all the times he begged the cold, unforgiving night sky to let him trade places with her. He knew that she’d be able to survive without him, she was stronger than he was, always had been. Her loss left him a broken man. Not that that was surprising. Alyss had always been his person, even if at times he couldn’t seem to find a way to accurately describe their relationship.

George was next. Unlike Alyss, it wasn’t sudden or unexpected, he had been ill for months, but the pain of losing his brother rattled Will. It had only been 10 years after Alyss’ death and Will wondered how many more friends he’d have to watch be buried before it was his turn. You could see Alyss’ grave from George’s and during his funeral, Will’s eyes drifted over to it. It was good they were near each other, Will thought. He wasn’t sure what came after death, but it was still comforting to know that Alyss wasn’t alone.

18 years later, Will broke once again. Losing Horace was every bit as painful as losing Alyss, something he had never thought possible. Without his closest friend and brother, Will felt weak and vulnerable. For over 50 years, Horace had been at Will’s right hand, always prepared to defend his friend, even if it meant risking his own life. Even when they lived on opposite sides of the country, Will never doubted that if he was ever in trouble, Horace would be there for him, armed with a sword and a shoulder to cry on. Will was unable to hide his overwhelming grief. He locked himself way in his cabin, refusing to see anyone. For over a week, Will lied in his bed staring watery-eyed at the ceiling. He didn’t eat or drink, and the only thought he had was, I’m ready to go. Please let me go. I can’t do this without them. But then Jenny came to his door. She knocked and knocked and knocked. And when that didn’t work, she convinced the young new ranger of Redmont to break into the cabin. She demanded he got up. She literally dragged him out of bed by his ankles into the living room, stronger than a woman in her 60’s had any right to be. She forced him to eat and bathe. Then she wrapped him up in a quilt that Sandra had gifted him many years ago as a wedding anniversary gift. Jenny sat besides Will and told stories about their old friends, until he was laughing along with her.

Will stumbled over a crack in the floor, and he was pulled back to the present. He had to grip a chair to keep himself from falling.

“That crack wasn’t here when we were growing up.” Will grumbles to himself, sitting down slowly in the chair. He hated how slow he was, his joints stuff and achy, but his mind nearly as sharp as it was at 15.

Will looked around at the ward. Not much had changed in all honesty. The bunks were the same. The library was better stocked that it once was, but it still smelled of old leather and parchment. George’s scent, his mind reminded him, pulling up memories of his friend spending hours a day among the books, reciting fact and statistics to anyone who happened to pass by.

The ward was quiet, the children that lived there all away at school for the day. “It’s just me now. Everyone else is gone. Why am I still here? Why was I the last to go?” Will asked the dimly lit room. The walls, unsurprisingly, did not reply.

Will looked down at himself. Would this be the last time he’d have to wear this solemn black cloak? Pauline had gifted it to him for Alyss’ funeral, and he has worn it more than he had ever expected. A cool draft passed through and Will pulled the cloak tighter to himself. He had come straight from Jenny’s funeral, not realizing where his legs were taking him until he had arrived. He was glad for it though. This is where he felt closest to his family. This ward was where they had built an unbreakable bond.

“Thank you for giving us to each other. Thank you for my family.” Will whispered.

A week later, Ranger Will Treaty was laid to rest next to his wife, his closest friends all buried mere meters away.

Ranger Will Treaty

Ranger, Husband, Brother

until the end

[titenoute]

Do you still support Kamala even though she will still support the genocide, and ultimately nothing changes, she has better policies on paper but it’s not enough to convince people, not helping the fact she went centrist at the last minute. I really don’t want trump to win. And third party votes ultimately don’t matter in the election? So WTF?! Do I just give up everything I worked for and just let fascism take over?! What can I do to stop this?!

tl;dr: Trump openly supports Israel. He also attempted to make a peace agreement between Isreal and Palestine during is previous mandate that suspiciously wasn't in favor for Palestine. If he passes, he plans on reconstructing Palestine himself and get rid of 'fanatics'. (Source here, but I'll show the exact part that support these claims below) If you grew up after 911, you know what this means. It means that Palestinians will stop being seen as victims and will be demonized in the future and that their country will stop being their. If that happens, their cry for help will be completely muted. Harris isn't demonizing them. So vote Harris. When you have to pick between laxative and lethal poison, you take the laxative. Your vote counts. Palestinians can't choose the next US leader but you can, lend them your voice.

You're here? Good, this is important. I want you to see what Trump has to say about the ruins of Palestine. This is an excerpt of an interview he had on Hugh Hewitt's Radio show (Full Transcription: Here. Audio: Here.) that demonstrates this, I have highlighted some important points but I advise you to read the whole thing :

"HH: You know how to build things. Gaza is in ruins. Could Gaza be Monaco if it was rebuilt the right way? Could someone make Gaza into something that all the Palestinian people would be proud of, would want to live in, would benefit them?

DT: It could be better than Monaco. It has the best location in the Middle East, the best water, the best everything. It’s got, it is the best, I’ve said it for years. You know, I’ve been there, and it’s rough. It’s a rough place, before the, you know, before all of the attacks and before the back and forth what’s happened over the last couple of years.

HH: Right.

DT: And I said wow, look at this. I mean, they have the back of a plant facing the ocean, you know. They’d have, there was no ocean as far as that was concerned. They never took advantage of it. You know, as a developer, it could be the most beautiful place – the weather, the water, the whole thing, the climate. It could be so beautiful. It could be the best thing in the Middle East, but it could be one of the best places in the world. And you know, there were other civilizations. I don’t know if you know this. It’s crazy, but that’s been a rough neighborhood. That’s been a rough place. You know, underneath that is, are two other civilizations where they’re, you know, they were wiped out and they started over, and they build on top.

HH: Oh, yeah.

DT: It’s amazing. I mean, that’s been a very contentious area for a long time, I can tell you that.

HH: Do you think your partners…can you get the Abraham Accords going again and get your partners, like UAE, Bharain and possibly Saudi to help you, and Egypt, to help you in Gaza if you’re president again to build it the right way and get rid of the fanatics? DT: Yeah, yeah, so I’ll tell you, I think not only the Abraham Accords, you know, the Abraham Accords is one of the great things that’s ever happened in the Middle East. That should be loaded up with everybody right now. And you know, I made the statement the other day, people said oh. I would have gotten, in my opinion, 50/50 chance, maybe more than that, Iran would have been in the Abraham Accords. They wanted to make a deal so bad until we had that phony election. They wanted to make a deal so bad that it was…and Biden missed the opportunity. Now, then he pours money down their throat, gives them billions and billions, hundreds of billions of dollars, takes the sanctions off. They wanted to make a deal so badly. I would have had everybody, and I believe I would have had Iran. You would have had real peace in the Middle East.

HH: Well, that would have stunned me, because I think they’re fanatics, and you can’t deal with them. But let me tell some of my affiliates we’re going to a break here.

DT: You couldn’t tell when they had no money, I’ll tell you.

HH: You’re right.

DT: You could have dealt with them when they had no money.

" So yeah, as someone who has grown up post 911, I have see a few red flags. First being : Trump would be in charges of the reconstruction because he'd rebuild it the "right way". You're telling me Trump, not a Palestinian state, would be in charge of reconstructing ? How is it his right ? That means the Palestinians wouldn't be in charge of their own country. Nor Israel. You should take a look at Trump's peace plan between Israel and Palestine, Palestine didn't get many concession from it. And the second and most terrifying point : The fact they're talking about fanatics. As a general rule, know that the use of that word should scare you. "Get rid of fanatics"?" Dealt with them"? Also, what type of people do they think are fanatics? The Hamas? People who supported the Hamas?...Muslims? How do you make the difference ? How do you know for sure you're dealing with a 'fanatic' ?? Last time I saw this word used, the solution they found to 'get rid of the fanatics' was bombing the whole country. That word is synonymous of a death toll. If you check is Isreal-Palestinian peace plan and Abraham Accords and take into account this interview ? There's some puzzle pieces that should suddenly start to fit right.

Trump doesn't care about Palestinians. He is not out there to try to help them. He will " get rid of fanatics" He only cares about the lands. He only cares about the profit. I'm pretty sure he wants to make the Middle East a giant Monaco really.

So are you CERTAIN he's a better deal than Harris? The difference with Harris, is that the cries for help from the Palestinians will keep on being heard as the voice of innocents. Under Trump ? They won't be victims anymore, but fanatics. They will be demonized and they won't be heard of again. This is the worst outcome. Vote Harris.

I know. I know she's not perfect, but I think I made my point. The situation can get worse very fast with Trump. And honestly, when someone tells me ' If I'm president, I'll stop this conflict' I hear ' If you give me power, I am soooo going to save those innocent lives.' I'm very sorry, but when lives are on the line, it doesn't stuck me as a fair deal. It struck me as blackmailing. Very Terrorist like even. Also, coming from Trump, the guy who made ICE happen, I really don't think he's on the side of people. Period.

[hyacinths-in-a-storm]

Old Games and New Lives

Tyzula Week: Day 7 Unforgettable/Dream

You can read it here on archive of our own as well

A/N: I definitely didn't write this at one in the morning, only a crazy person would do that, especially when they know they have to wake up early the next day.

Ty Lee has a good life.

She knows this from the bottom of her heart. She is a Kyoshi Warrior, she teaches chi-blocking to eager students in her free-time. She even has a girl who she’s been on a couple of dates with.

Still, her aura didn’t seem to agree with her. Grey and black mingle with the already dull pink. Anything she did wouldn’t change her aura even the slightest. Even hanging out with her close friends barely shifted the hue.

Which is why she was at the exact same place that confused her aura the most. The guards glanced at her quickly before separating, granting her entrance. She nodded in appreciation.

The cell was darker then she last remembered, though of course the last time she remembered Azula was screaming bloody murder, which probably had some effect on the torches. It’s quieter now. Ty Lee doesn’t know whether that’s a good thing or not.

When she opens the door Azula doesn’t even stir, and for a second Ty Lee is terrified that she might be dead. She crouched down, and was relieved to notice that her chest moved up and down. She moved a strand of hair out of her face. She didn’t look peaceful, not even in her sleep.

Ty Lee didn’t understand why she was here, it didn’t serve her or Azula any purpose. When Azula woke up, she would probably yell at her to get out, to go back to her ‘fan-waving posse’ and leave her alone. Ty Lee didn’t realize she was crying until a tear trickled down her nose and fell onto her tongue. Not for the first time, she was glad that the Kyohsi Warrior face paint was water-proof.

“Ty Lee?” Ty Lee hadn’t even realized she was squeezing her eyes shut, until Azula called her name,

“Huh- what?” she answered scrubbing the tears from her eyes,

“You almost fell asleep. In my cell. You’ve either gotten significantly stronger since we last met or significantly stupider.” Azula said dryily, in way of greeting,

“I wanted to talk to you.” Ty Lee said, not quite processing the insult,

“What would you want to talk to me about?” Azula raised an eyebrow suspiciously. Ty Lee paused, in her mind she hadn’t gotten this far ahead,

“Well- let’s play a game.” she blurted out, Azula stopped staring at her suspiciously and more like she was the one who’d lost her mind, “Remember the dream game? Where we try to guess which story was an actual dream, and which story was real life?”

“I remember that Mai couldn’t win the game if luck personally came down and enchanted her tongue.” and despite herself, Ty Lee laughed,

“She really couldn’t. Speaking of which, I had a dream where Mai and Zuko broke up.” Ty Lee said, starting the game,

“Real, Mai and Zuko actually broke up in real life.”  Azula replied immediately, and Ty Lee nodded in defeat, before motioning for Azula to continue,

“I had a dream that my mother combed my hair.” Ty Lee sucked through her teeth, bringing up Ursa around Azula was a 50/50 chance that she would either laugh it off, or she would blow up in your face. Ty Lee decided to tread quietly,

“Real.” was the option she ended up with, Azula shook her head smugly,

“Dream, my mother never did my hair, the servants always did it.” Ty Lee’s forced laugh didn’t match the pang of empathy she felt for Azula, suddenly a shadow passed over her face,

“I had a dream where you loved me enough to stay.” Azula whispered, and the sentence temporarily punched the breath from her lungs. Ty Lee had to close her eyes before answering,

“I had a dream where you loved me right.” she said instead of deciding if it were real or dream,

“I had a dream where you loved me at all.”

“Real.” Ty Lee whispered, so quietly it barely reached her own ears,

“Why did you come here today Ty Lee? To mock me?” Azula asked,

“I don’t know anymore than you do, Azula.” Ty Lee answered truthfully, “Maybe I felt guilty for leaving you in this dank cell for months on end. Maybe I’m trying to remind myself why I left you in this dank cell for months on end.”

“Why did you leave me here?” Azula’s tone darkened as if she didn’t particularly care for the answer,

“I don’t love Mai more than I love you Azula- wait no, that’s not the right way to say it.” Ty Lee took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts, “What I mean to say is that I loved you more than I feared whatever you could do to me.”

“Then why did you leave?” Azula hissed,

“You weren’t yourself Azula, I’ve grown up with you I would know.” Azula looked at her with uncertainty, “I was more scared you would be lost to corruption your father had instituted in you.”

“My father didn’t do anything! He made me stronger, he made me more powerful. He was the one who taught me that fear is the only true way to rule.” she spit,

“You’re lying to yourself Azula, your father was a terrible man, a terrible husband, father, brother, terrible everything and anything.” Azula stared at her, and for a second Ty Lee thought she might protest, but instead she ground down her teeth,

“So then what now? I spend the rest of my life in a jail cell?” she asked, not meeting Ty Lee’s eyes,

“I don’t know Azula-”

“What do you know?” Azula interrupted,

“I know that the first step to getting out of here is to not insult and degrade every person around you.” Ty Lee said, sighing,

“What if they deserve it?” Azula countered,

“That’s a different story, and no Zuko existing does not mean he deserves it.” Ty Lee stated. Azula glared at her,

“Well unless some evil spirit possesses him to go back to that ponytail haircut, at that point I think you have my blessing as well as the rest of the world’s blessing to convince him otherwise, by any means necessary.” Ty Lee relented,

Azula laughs, an unexpected, bright sound that was unfamiliar to these dark, suffocating walls. It filled Ty Lee with a light, airy feeling as if she were flipping in the air. For the first time in a long time she felt something like hope. Hope for the future.

~

“You’re lucky she’s in a good mood today.” a guard informs her as she leaves half-an-hour later. “Usually she would scream or ignore you until you get out.”

Ty Lee nods, biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling so much. Her aura was brighter than it had been in a while. Brighter than it had been in probably years. Grey still clung to edges like an old scar, but pink had taken some of its space draping itself on her like a warm blanket. She stepped out into the sunlight, eager for once, for what the future held.

A/N: Last day of Tyzula Week! I thoroughly enjoyed all the prompts, and fun writing all these fics.

[wizardsaur]

I've been struggling a lot lately. Which is fine. This is tumblr and I'm allowed to be myself on here.

I'm self diagnosed autistic, please don't come at me about this. The story's kind of funny, but I've been repeatedly peer reviewed by a over a dozen formally diagnosed autistics - in vastly different scenarios - and they all tag me within 20 minutes. Up to this point, I've managed life with whatever brain spicy... and nowadays, I feel like I have my needs met most of the time.

Which is to say, I was okay never getting diagnosis for it I live in the US and Ableism is a massive fucking problem here. I advocated, I stood with my folks. And I was proud to be a support for folks with higher needs than me.

Something is different about me, and I thought for sure I knew what it was. I figured I'd just have to work harder than all the normies for a "Normal" life. I was willing to make that work.

But now... my body doesn't stop hurting. An old friend, the first "pretty sure you're autistic" friend and I had gotten back in touch lately. I truly wanted to be friends again, because our lives kinda fell apart at the same time way back when. We didn't get a chance to really be friends, we were just sad in the same close knit circle.

So I asked her, "You have this disorder, right? This set of disorders that tend to exist together for some fucking reason..... can I give you a list of shit that's been happening lately, and you tell me if I'm crazy?"

My symptoms, as well as a million other little symptoms that put me in the: "I'm pretty sure I have hEDS and POTS, because this has been my entire life.... it's just NEVER been this bad before."

I'm starting to need mobility aids, I'm slowing down. I need to wear braces now, and I can't keep acting like that isn't the case. It's been getting bad since like, late June - and then something clicked when I tried to quit my job.

My boss is a dick and I'm an overworked overachiever. I tried to walk out quit on him, out of the blue. When we were already understaffed, I might add (and had been, for months). I got back from a road trip Sunday, and went back to work - hoping things would be better..... and it was still a shitshow. Wednesday, I decided I was leaving on my day off - Thursday.

The motherfucker got me to stay. I made a 50 year old man cry, and he got me to stay. It was desperate, and it sounded so sincere, and he promised things would change... it's been a month. His supervisor shows up next week, and her higher up too. I stayed. I believed him....

Saturday night, I'm moving slow. Everything hurts like it did on the road trip. But now it's worse, and nothing's going away like it used to. And suddenly, I remember- things aren't supposed to hurt all the time. The usual amount of pain, is no pain.

Monday at lunch... I couldn't hold a fork. I ugly cried in the break room. A customer passed me to get to the bathroom and hugged me - I don't know her name. I'm 27. I was sobbing in a stranger's hug for a minute. (Whoever you are, if you see this, thank you.)

I went to the doctor, and have been taken seriously about my hEDS & POTS concern ever since. It's only been a few weeks, and I hope I'm not jinxing it... but. Doctors and therapists have heard me, and replied: "How did you not face this sooner? That is very likely your issue. Let's direct you to the right resources."

Which is WILDLY FUCKING DIFFERENT from every single other experience I've ever read or heard from anyone else. Maybe for once, things will work the way they need to. The way they should in a perfect society. And either I'll get diagnosed as hEDS with POTS, or I won't and we can find out what the issue really is. Because I'm in chronic pain, and it fits the bill unnervingly well.

The wild thing, is my life tends to completely shift gears every yea or two- over a few weeks. In absolutely bananas story ways. I had an apocalypse vision once, lost everything a month later.

I can't help but wonder if there's some big Universal Life Test built into this experience. But I moved my altar. And I'm finishing a journal. I feel like next month will be the start of my Real Adult Life. It's hard to explain. I'm very lucky to be having a Good Side to this whole situation.