#AHT science

[heavyhitterheaux]

Not a Baby Anymore

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: You and Jack have to get on the same page regarding Axel, who clearly lets you know that he is tired of being treated what he believes is unfairly by you

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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Axel hadn't been your biggest fan after he had asked you if he could go to soccer camp after school was going to be let out in a few weeks. You had your hesitations of him being away from you for a long period of time and even though he was getting older, you weren't quite ready for it. So, of course you told him no. That led to him catching an attitude with you and running straight to his room but not before telling you that ‘You never let me do anything. I wish dad was here more.’

You were trying to explain your reasoning to him, but he didn't want to hear it. Jack was due to be back later that evening and you had a strong feeling that he was going to try and convince you otherwise.

Once Jack had made it in the door and saw you sitting in the living room on your phone, he simply sat down next to you before sliding you onto his lap. Your arms immediately went around his neck and he gave you several kisses.

“I missed you.” You whispered against his lips before giving him another kiss which instantly made a smile come to his face.

“I missed you too. Where are all my babies?” Jack asked as he wrapped his arms around you.”

“Ivy and Autumn are in the backyard, Cam and Cash are with my parents, and Axel was in his room the last time I checked. Nova is working on her science project.”

“Hmm, that's weird. He's usually all up under you. I'm surprised he lets you breathe sometimes.” Jack knew early on that the bond you and Axel shared was special since the both of you almost lost your lives.

He remembered when he was going back and forth from your hospital room in the ICU to the NICU to see the triplets and how he was probably either going to lose his wife or one of his children. Those were the longest few days of his life and he didn't know what he was going to do if you left him before he properly got to have a chance at fixing your marriage.

“Aht! Not too much on my baby boy.” You answered while playfully hitting Jack who laughed.

“Our baby boy is almost fourteen.”

“Your point!? But I know he missed you.” But you didn't mention the argument that you two got in earlier which was why he was now in his room. Because he didn't want to be near you.

“Well let me go check on them. I'll be back.”

Jack slid you off his lap before kissing your forehead and going upstairs to see Axel.

He noticed that his door was open and he poked his head in, excited to be reunited with one of his oldest babies only to see him angrily wiping tears away from his face.

“Ax what's wrong? Did something happen?” Jack asked as he stepped fully into his room and sat next to him on his bed.

“I want to go to soccer camp.”

“Okay, just let me know all the details about it and we'll pay for you to go. Why the tears?” Jack answered, but he could tell that there was something else.

Axel shook his head no and Jack looked at him confused.

“Ax?”

“I already asked mom and she said no.”

“What? Did she tell you why?”

“No, I walked away from her. She never lets me do anything especially when you aren't here. She lets my sisters do anything they want, but I have to stay home.”

This was the first time that Axel vocalized this to Jack and he quickly grew annoyed with you.

“You want to go?”

“Yes. All my friends are going.”

“Then that settles it. I’ll deal with your mother.”

“I don't understand why she always tells me no.”

“Don't worry. I’ll talk to her.”

“Dad?”

“Hmm?”

“Can we have pizza for dinner? If I had asked mom she would have probably told me no too.”

Jack stifled a laugh before answering him.

“We’ll order it when Cash and Cam come back.”

Little did Jack know that you had been standing on the top step listening to their conversation and was going to confront him about it. You quietly snuck back down the steps to sit in the living room and bide your time.

Jack stayed with Axel for another twenty minutes before going to see the girls and then made his way back inside.

—

“Jackman….” Jack heard you say his name as he heard your footsteps approach from behind him and he immediately sighed because he knew a shitstorm was coming. He had just left Axel's room for the second time and had made his way downstairs to find something to snack on.

“Yes, baby?” He replied as he turned around to face you.

“Why did you tell Axel that it was okay for him to go to soccer camp when I specifically told him no?”

“Because you are overprotective of him and never let him do anything.” Jack said being completely honest as he shrugged.

“What? No I'm not!”

“Babe, yes you are. You aren't like that with Ivy and Autumn and let them do anything that they ask within reason. Why doesn't Axel get the same treatment?”

“I do give him the same treatment!”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself? You let me teach him how to play and it took me months to convince you to say yes. Our baby boy is growing up and it's about time you accepted that.”

“Well yes! He has asthma! That was my entire reasoning.”

“That is well controlled. He hasn't had an attack since he was 6 and takes his meds on a daily basis.”

“But what if something happens and I'm not there? Did we forget that we almost lost him?”

“Y/N…. Thirteen years ago. He is fine and going to make good choices. All of his friends are going and I don't want him to feel left out.”

“I still don't know. The thought makes me nervous.”

“He's not going to be far from home and it's only for two weeks.”

“TWO WEEKS? No, that's too long for him to be away from us. Absolutely not.”

“So let me ask you this. When he becomes an adult because you know that's eventually going to happen, right? Are you going to be babying him like this? And sheltering him? How is he supposed to experience anything? I'm convinced that you're going to go to college with him too.” Jack explained, but all you did was roll your eyes.

“My answer is still no.”

“And I told him yes. My second born came to me in tears, upset and told me how when I'm not here and he asks you to do something nine times out of ten you tell him no. This is something that he really wants to do and his mom shouldn't be ruining that for him.”

“But he's my baby.” You quietly said as you were trying to blink back tears. All of your children held a special place in your heart but you admit you took extra precautions when it came to Axel because he wasn't dealt the best hand when you brought him into the world.

“And he's mine too. I want all of them to be able to experience things and have opportunities but one child shouldn't feel like he's being left out.”

Just then you heard footsteps and turned to see that it was Axel who was trying to wipe the remnants of his tears away before you saw them making your heart break.

“Axel…” You started to say, but he immediately went over to Jack.

“She won't let me go will she?” He asked as he looked up at him and all Jack did was sigh.

“Ax, turn around and ask her.”

“Why? She's probably going to say no like she always does.”

“All I want to do is protect you.” You said as your eyes started to water.

“I'm not a baby anymore! And I'm tired of you treating me like one. I take my meds every day and I haven't been in the hospital since I was six. I want to go to soccer camp with my friends!”

Crossing your arms, you gathered your thoughts before responding.

“I know that you aren't a baby anymore, but this is hard for me. I know I say this all the time, but I didn't even think that you would make it to six months old. So can you understand why I`m so hesitant. But if this is what you want, okay.” You responded while shrugging.

“Wait, that's it?” Axel asked, thinking that you were going to put up more of a fight.

“Yes.”

“But there are going to be rules that you have to follow.” Jack piped up and Axel eagerly nodded.

“You call us everyday, set an alarm on your phone for your meds and take your inhaler with you. If at any point you don't feel well, you tell them immediately so that they’ll be able to get you the help you need. This will be the test to see if you can be responsible enough to be away from us.” Jack explained while Axel was actively listening.

“Okay, I will. Promise.”

As you stood off to the side, Jack looked at Axel and nudged his head in your direction while you weren't looking.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

Axel didn't respond, but instead hugged you and you tightly hugged him back.

“I promise that I'll be fine.”

“I know you will.”

—

“That woman has one more time to look at you before I go off.” You told Jack as both of you were at Axel's championship soccer game for his team. It was the last day of summer camp and you could tell that you and Jack made the right choice even though it took a little convincing on his part to get you to say yes.

All Jack did was laugh before wrapping an arm around you and kissing your cheek.

“Baby, please don't. We're here to see Axel play.”

“She is giving you bedroom eyes. I can focus on two things at the same time!”

“The only person that I'm going into a bedroom with is you so she can forget it. But focus on Axel!”

“Fine, but when the game is over I'll deal with her.”

It was down to the last few seconds and the game was tied when Anthony, Axel's best friend and teammate passed him the ball which he kicked right into the net and scored, winning the game.

You and Jack erupted in cheers as his teammates gathered around him and picked him up.

Once the crowd died down, you and Jack made your way onto the field and Axel immediately ran to the both of you. Once he reached you, both of you immediately brought him into a hug.

“So proud of you.” You whispered in his ear as he hugged you both tighter.

“Thank you for letting me come.”

“Anything to see our baby happy. Now where are we going to celebrate your amazing championship winning goal?”

“Hmm Wing Stop?”

“I… seriously?” Jack said as he looked at the both of you.

“Momma's baby. You should already know.” You responded while shrugging.

The three of you were walking back to Jack’s car when Axel turned to look at him.

“Hmm, I guess you are a good teacher after all.” Axel told Jack.

“Obviously, you get your talent from me.”

“I thought that I got it from mom?”Axel playfully asked.

“WHAT? Since when does your mom play soccer?”

“See? Our son knows he got all his good qualities from me.”

“Not that attitude.” Jack shot back and you immediately rolled your eyes as Axel laughed.

“But being a soccer mom does look good on you.”

“I make anything look good.” You said while winking.

“Including dad.”

“HEY! Don't you two start! But I have to agree.”

“Mom, do you think I'm good enough to go pro?” Axel asked as your eyes went wide.

“Um Ax, let's just get through the rest of today first. I don't think your mom is ready to have a constant series of panic attacks if you play professionally.”

“Only if I come with you to every practice, workout session, and game of course!”

“On second thought, never mind.”

“I'll get us all matching shirts.”

“Dad, make it stop.”

“Nope, you asked for this.”

[snnprins-ya]

Sneeze experiment pt. 1

Julie tests her allergy’s with Jake’s help.

MINIRS DNI! DO NOT REBLOG TO NON KINK BLOGS

Jake stood in my kitchen, his eyes wide as he stared at the assortment of sneezing-inducing objects I had laid out. I could tell he was flustered, maybe even more nervous than I was. His cheeks were a shade of pink, and he kept swallowing like he wasn’t sure if he could get through this. To be fair, I had sort of sprung it on him with that urgent text, but… this was all in the name of science, right?

And okay, maybe I was a little curious about what exactly made him tick.

He cleared his throat. “Julie, are you sure about this?” His voice shook slightly, which only made me grin. He had that boyish nervousness about him whenever it came to sneezing. After he told me about his… particular attraction, I couldn’t help but want to know more. And what better way than to put it to the test?

I nodded enthusiastically, trying to keep a straight face. “Absolutely. I’ve been sneezing my whole life, I just never knew which allergen was the culprit for the worst of it. And besides…” I paused, smirking a little as I grabbed the sleeping mask and held it up. “You’re the perfect person to help with the experiment.”

Jake swallowed thickly, his eyes darting between me and the objects on the counter. I could almost see his thoughts racing as he hesitated, but eventually, he gave me a shaky nod. “O-okay. If you’re sure.”

I could tell he was trying to keep his cool, but there was that familiar blush creeping up his neck. It only made this more fun. I slipped on the sleeping mask, feeling the soft material cover my eyes and leaving me in complete darkness. “Alright, scientist. I’m ready when you are.”

I sat down on the stool, my hands resting in my lap as I waited, my heartbeat quickening a little. Even though I couldn’t see, I could hear Jake moving around the kitchen, probably trying to figure out what to start with. The anticipation was killing me, and I had to bite back a laugh. What would he choose first?

Finally, I felt something light brush against my face. My nostrils twitched at the sensation, a soft tickling just under my nose. The feather, I realized. It had to be the feather from that old winter coat. I felt him sweep it across my nostrils again, and immediately my nose reacted, my nostrils flaring against the tickle. The itch was immediate, spreading through my sinuses like wildfire.

“Hhh… hehh…” My breath started to hitch, and I fanned my hand in front of my face, though I knew it wouldn’t help. The tickle was too much, too deep. The feather kept brushing, teasing the sensitive skin of my nose, and I could feel my chest rising and falling as I tried to hold it back.

“J-Jake… it’s—” I started to speak, but the growing itch cut me off. “Hehh… hahh…”

And then, I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Haatd’chew! Hih-htchew! Ahhihchiew!” The sneezes came rapid and sharp, my body jolting forward with each one, as the tickle deep in my sinuses refused to ease. My nose felt like it was on fire, and I gasped for breath between each sneeze, my chest rising with each desperate intake of air.

“Hgn’ktch! Aht… Hhhih-tchew!”

I felt Jake flinch slightly next to me, probably as red as a tomato by now. “Bless you,” he muttered softly, his voice shaking. I could practically feel the heat radiating off him, even though I couldn’t see his face. I knew this was affecting him as much as it was affecting me.

My nose twitched again, the tickle lingering even though the feather had been removed. I sniffled, trying to compose myself. “How… how was that?” I asked, my voice still thick with the sneezing fit. My hand hovered near my nose, but I resisted rubbing it, knowing that would probably just make it worse.

Jake hesitated. “Uh… s-six sneezes. Pretty intense,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Are… are you okay?”

I smiled beneath the mask, fanning my nose a little as the itch slowly subsided. “Perfect,” I said. “Let’s keep going.”

I could hear Jake’s sharp intake of breath, and I knew he wasn’t ready for what was coming next. This was only the beginning of my little experiment, and I couldn’t wait to see how he’d react as things got more… intense.

“What’s next, Jake?” I teased, a smirk playing on my lips.

There was a long pause before he cleared his throat. “R-right. Uh… next,” he muttered, moving to the counter.

I sat there, blindfolded, the remnants of the feather’s tickle still buzzing faintly in my nose. I could hear Jake moving again, this time slower, more deliberate. He was trying to be careful, but I could feel the tension in the air. This was testing both of us, though I had to admit, it was kind of fun watching him squirm.

“Alright,” Jake said, his voice still shaky. “This one might be… a little strong.”

I raised my eyebrows, curious. “What is it?”

“You’ll see,” he said, though I could hear the nervous smile in his voice.

I could feel him leaning closer to me, and then I heard the faint psst of a spray bottle. The scent hit me immediately—a sharp, floral perfume that was unmistakably strong. I felt him lightly brush his finger under my nose, guiding the scent toward my nostrils.

“Sniff,” he instructed.

I hesitated, but only for a second. I took a tentative breath, letting the scent invade my nose.

The effect was instant. The perfume’s intensity shot straight to my sinuses, like tiny needles prickling the inside of my nose. My nostrils flared, and I scrunched my nose instinctively, trying to fight off the tickle, but it was no use. The itch spread quickly, burrowing deeper, making my eyes water beneath the mask.

“Hihh… hehh—” My breath hitched, my chest rising with each shaky inhale. The perfume was relentless, the smell overpowering and sharp, like it was designed to make me sneeze.

I felt the tickle growing, impossible to ignore. My nostrils twitched and flared, desperately trying to expel the irritant. My hand hovered in front of my face, but it was useless. The sneeze was inevitable.

“Hahh… hihh—Ah’tchh! Hiih-tchew! Hah-hah’tchiew!” The sneezes burst out of me, forceful and high-pitched, my body jerking forward with each one. The itch was relentless, not satisfied with just a few sneezes. It clawed at my nose, making me gasp for breath between each fit.

“Haaht’choo! Hiih-TCHIEW!”

I could feel Jake tense beside me, probably blushing furiously as he whispered, “Bless you.”

But I wasn’t done. The perfume’s scent still lingered, crawling deeper into my sinuses. “I-Ihh… hehh—HaTCHew! Ahh-Hihh’tchiew!” My hands fumbled for something to steady myself, but all I could do was ride out the sneezing fit, my nose twitching and flaring uncontrollably.

I sniffled, my nose running slightly as I tried to catch my breath. I could hear Jake shuffling nervously beside me, his breathing uneven. “Julie… are you okay?” His voice was soft, almost strained.

I nodded weakly, though my nose was still buzzing with leftover irritation. “Y-yeah, just… sniff… the perfume’s really strong. Sniffle.”

Jake let out a shaky breath. “I, uh, didn’t realize it would make you sneeze that much.”

I smiled beneath the mask, though my nose still twitched. “Well… sniff… now you know.”

He chuckled softly, though I could tell he was still flustered. I sniffled again, rubbing at my nose, which was now tingling with that post-sneeze sensitivity. The itch wasn’t as intense, but it lingered, teasing the back of my nostrils.

“How… how many was that?” I asked, my voice still thick with congestion.

“Seven,” Jake said, his voice quieter now. “And… um, they were… intense.”

I smirked, despite the tickle still dancing in my sinuses. “Good. That’s the point, right?”

Jake cleared his throat, and I could hear the nervousness in his voice again. “Yeah… right.”

I took a deep breath, feeling the perfume’s scent still clinging to the air. My nose twitched again, and I quickly raised my hand to stifle another sneeze. “Hah… heh-hh… Hgnxtchh!”

I let out a soft groan, sniffing and rubbing my nose again. “This perfume is brutal. Sniffle.”

I could hear Jake shifting beside me, and though I couldn’t see his face, I knew he was watching me intently. His breathing was heavier now, and I could practically feel the tension radiating off of him.

I waited, still blindfolded, trying to calm my breathing as Jake moved around the kitchen. My nose was still tingling from the perfume, the itch fading slowly, but I could feel my sinuses on high alert. Whatever he picked next was going to push me over the edge again, and honestly, I was kind of excited to see what would happen.

There was a soft rustling sound, like plastic being opened. I tilted my head slightly. “What’s that?”

“You’ll see,” Jake replied, though his voice sounded less confident, a little more… hesitant.

I felt him move closer, then a sharp, citrusy smell hit my nose—lemon. The fresh, sharp scent of cleaning wipes. My nose twitched immediately, the strong aroma prickling the insides of my nostrils.

Jake held the wipe close to my face, hovering it just beneath my nose. “Sniff.”

I hesitated, already knowing this was going to be trouble. But I obliged, taking a cautious breath. The scent flooded my senses, the intense lemon smell overpowering, hitting me right in the back of my nose.

Instantly, the itch flared up again, strong and sharp. I scrunched my nose, feeling the tickle grow quickly, my nostrils flaring wildly in response. It was like the lemon scent was burrowing deep into my sinuses, triggering an uncontrollable reaction.

“Hahh… hehh—” My breath hitched almost immediately. The tickle was fast, and I could feel the sneezes building rapidly, no time to fight them off.

“Haaht’choo! Hih… hihh’tchew!”

The sneezes were quick and sharp, forcing my head forward. The lemon scent was relentless, making my nose burn with irritation. I coughed softly afterward, the strong scent making my throat itch as well. My hand flew up to my nose, rubbing it furiously as I tried to clear the tickle, but it only seemed to get worse.

“Sniff, sniff… Ugh, Jake, this is awful…” I mumbled, my voice muffled by my hand. My nose was starting to run, and I sniffled repeatedly, trying to keep it at bay, but the lemon scent clung to the air, refusing to let me go.

Jake stood frozen next to me, watching as I fumbled with the growing irritation in my nose. “Sorry,” he murmured, though there was a slight tremor in his voice. “Bless you.”

I sniffled again, rubbing at my nose, which now felt like it was on fire. “T-thanks… sniff… God, this is brutal.”

My nose continued to twitch, the itch not fading as quickly this time. I sniffled repeatedly, trying to clear it, but the irritation clung stubbornly to my sinuses. I could feel the tickle still there, lingering, teasing me, threatening to build into another sneeze.

I coughed softly again, trying to clear my throat, but the scent of the lemon wipes was still thick in the air, making my eyes water beneath the mask. “Sniff… my nose is running like crazy,” I complained, my voice thick with congestion.

“I can see that,” Jake said, though he sounded both concerned and… something else. I couldn’t quite place it.

I sniffled hard, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. “I should’ve known the lemon wipes would be bad… sniff… they always do this to me.”

Jake chuckled nervously. “Y-yeah, I kind of figured.”

I took another deep breath, the scent still lingering around me, making me cough lightly once more. My nose was still running, and I sniffled again, feeling the itch slowly retreat, though my sinuses were definitely not happy.

“So,” I said, sniffling as I tried to regain my composure. “What’s next?”

Jake hesitated, and I could hear him swallowing hard before he answered. “Uh… are you sure you want to keep going?”

I grinned beneath the mask, wiping my nose once more. “Absolutely. Sniff… Let’s see what else you’ve got.”

…

[airandyeah]

Lacy's First day of Kinktober

Priest!Nanami Kento X Atheist!F!Reader Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT Kink featured: Daddy kink

Maybe, you shouldn't have tried teasing the priest. It was innocent at first, you had talked about how you didn't really practice any religion and that you believed in science due to proof. He of course went on about how sure, science has it's perks, but faith is also important.This progressed into you pettily arguing all of his points. The real problem became when he made a very good point and you spit something back about how, "Y'know, you priests are called 'fathers', but the way you're talking down to me, I might have to call you daddy". Okay. Maybe that took it too far. His jaw was clenched hard, his fists balled, and a vein in his neck visibly straining before he pushes you back into the pews behind you. You land with a thud, you hadn't expected the harshness and you landed with legs spread, arms perched on the backs of the pews, your skin tight black dress for the night tearing with a sickening riiiip, before you look up at the man. He's on you in seconds, standing between your spread knees and kissing your lips like a man starved, and you simply kissed back, this man was insanely hot, and hell, you hadn't gotten laid in a while. Soon his hands are roughly ripping your dress fabric further as he paws at your chest with his rough hands. You groan at the sensation as his lips kiss down the column of your throat, his lips curve into a devious smirk at the noise. "You come into this holy place, provoke a holy man, and now you lay beneath him moaning like a harlot, that must be embarrassing", he rumbles deeply into your chest as he moves his kisses downward. You whine at his comment before he tears at your bra and wraps his lips around a nipple, his hand occupying and pinching the other. "N-not some whore", your breathe back, and he simply chuckles. "Not supposed to do this.... but fuck you're too tempting", he practically growls the words as he bites down on the other nipple. "D-daddy!", you squeal out as he groans on your now sore nipple. "What is it, huh? Do you want daddy to give you more princess?", his tone is borderline condescending as you stutter and nod. "Aht aht aht, need words princess", he says back as he delivers another bite to the other nipple as punctuation. "I-I need...need more. Please daddy....", you moan out. He chuckles darkly with a, "Good girl", before finishing the job of tearing off your skimpy dress, then pulls your panties to the side. He audibly, and fairly loudly, groans just looking at it. Your pink pussy, with a swollen clit and absolutely leaking with your own love juices. You can feel your face redden in embarrassment as he stares, before it melts into euphoria as he licks a stripe up from the slit to the clit, sucking briefly on the clit before he stands up and takes off his button up and slacks. His painfully hard dick is pressed up against his boxers, and your eyes widen at the size simply of the tent. He would break you. Before long he's got his mouth back on yours as he grinds against you, you realize he's babbling something and as you listen closer... its bible verses. Shit. He probably feels horrible, but before you can say anything he's torn down his boxers and kissing you deeply as he pushes the tip in. You practically scream into his mouth, he was big. He kisses your cheeks gently as you take more of him, whispering in your ear about how you're a good girl for taking his dick so well, before he ultimately starts nibbling your ears and rocking his length back and forth. Soon he's pounding into you. He's grunting so huskily next to your face as he reaches down to rub your clit in tight circles, you moan and plead for him to keep going. "C-close, p-please daddy!", you plead with him and it only makes him work faster. "Go on babygirl, cum for daddy, you can do it", he responds and you're losing it the second he finishes his words. Your walls flutter around him before he ultimately pulls out and paints your tummy white. ~~~ Next Sunday you walk through those church doors, makeup done nicely, a loose dress draped over your body, as you both make eye contact. He smiles then.

My gawd I just wrote that-

[tyungelic]

fem!yeonjun who’s asking you for help to do her makeup… you end up in the same position as this famous meme where one girl hovers over the other to do her makeup… you’re on top of her, your eyes should be focusing on her face for the makeup to apply on, but her cleavage looks too hypnotizing… ever since you’ve known yeonjun was bi, your feelings of friendship for her started to mix with those of love… and since this was your first crush on a girl, you were being shit at hiding how much yeonjun arouses you… 🥺

“any time now, y/n,” yeonjun says, playfully impatient.

you swallow thickly, liquid eyeliner in hand as you hover over your best friend. you’ve known each other for years, but you don’t think you’ve ever been so physically close before.

was she always this pretty? did her lips always look this full?

did her boobs always look this good in this shirt? you’ve seen her in it before, a black square neck crop top, her cleavage poking out of the top, soft and supple and oh, so kissable.

but you can’t do that. you shouldn’t even think of doing such a thing.

“mkay, close your eyes,” you say, leaning forward to apply dark brown eyeliner to yeonjun’s eyelids. your stomach turns as you observe more of her beautiful features. long eyelashes, button nose, her soft cheeks… and again, those full, pink pouty lips just begging to be kissed.

but you can’t do that.

you shouldn’t, you’re just friends.

“make me look pretty, ‘kay?” yeonjun says.

“whatever, just don’t move,” you respond dryly. she doesn’t need your help with that at all. she’s already so beautiful and funny and outgoing and magnetic and charismatic and…

“jjunie, i think i love you.”

the words left your lips before you could even stop them.

yeonjun’s eyes shoot open and she looks right up at you.

“what?”

“i… uh, i was just joking! what, can’t take a joke?” you force out a laugh. yeonjun isn’t convinced.

“y/n, be so for real right now,” she says. she props herself up on her elbows and you move back, prepared to get off of her lap, but you’re taken by surprise when you feel her hands on your hips, forcing you to stay.

“nope, stay right there,” she says firmly. “you’re gonna repeat what you said, right now.”

your confusion must make itself apparent on your face because yeonjun makes a face at you.

“you heard me. if you’re gonna say what you said, say it with your chest.”

you feel sick to your stomach. you can feel the warmth of her hands through the fabric of your skirt.

“i-i can’t,” you say with a shake of your head.

“you just did.”

“i know, and that was stupid.”

“why?”

“what?”

“why was it stupid?” yeonjun asks. curse her need to always know the answer.

“because! we’re not… like that.”

“like what?”

“you ask a lot of questions.”

“i just wanna hear you say it,” yeonjun’s hands slide up from your hips to rest softly on your waist.

she knows exactly what she’s doing. if there’s one thing yeonjun has down to a science it’s her ability to wear you down.

“i said i think i love you, jjunie.”

“see? how hard was that?” she says with a smirk and you push her hands off of your body.

“whatever, just forget i said anything.”

you move to get off of her lap, but she holds you in place with her strong hands. your heart is pounding as you straddle her.

“aht, i didn’t say you could leave yet. you said you think you love me. what do i have to do to make you know it?”

[icysinner]

“cool” teacher

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ID: i saw this tik tok & it jus screamed connie to me. this is probably non sensical and insane but when am i not.

warnings: none this is all just cute fun

nya note: as an education major i take every character i love and immediately make them a teacher. this is in hc form cause its very unserious

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

teacher!connie who is too cool for his own good.

the kids will literally do stupid shit & say “mr. springer doesn’t care.”

because he doesn’t. LMAOOO

just like the tik tok he probably has a hoverboard in his classroom that he rolls around on because he has to keep himself entertained too

the kids do indeed ask if they can ride it

“i would say yes, but if you fall, then i’m gonna get in trouble. i’m not even supposed to have it.”

sits outside of his classroom during passing periods & says hi to everyone.

“johnson.” “springer.”

“aht, where are you supposed to be?” “i won’t be late, i swear.”

he has four different classes, two chemistry and two integrated science classes.

and they all think they’re the favorite.

“you know we’re mr. springer’s favorite class, right.” “lie.” “who’s your favorite then?” “i don’t like any of y’all, actually.”

has a whole file cabinet full of snacks for his classes but tells every class that it’s only for them.

the school he teaches at has a no phone rule (which he thinks is dumb) but he picks a different kid every day to play music while they have a phone break

is often impressed with their music tastes

“no, you cannot play youngboy. the superintendent is here.”

bless his heart if you’re also a teacher

the kids swear up & down you guys have something going on (they aren’t wrong but shhhh mind y’all business!)

“ms. l/n isn’t here.” “i know.”

the boys in his class give him HELL about you it’s cause you fine

“mr. springer, that’s you?” “stop asking me questions.”

at some point, he does tell the kids you guys are dating

probably gets the kids to throw you birthday parties & things alike

connie would be a great teacher. change my mind, you can’t

[karimwillia]

Part 15

Warnings: Plot

After dinner the party continues. The group plays games, and sings karaoke. Okoye formally meets Miss Riri Williams after all the stories she has heard. They talk over what her recent research is about and how she is enjoying her last year in school. It seems that Riri makes a great impression on everyone she meets. Shuri walks over to where they are after thanking both Ronnie and Romanda for this beautiful surprise.

Okoye lights up. “Little Panther, I like her. Her ideas about biomedical monitoring via nanotechnology is brillant.” Okoye raves about the conversation. Shuri laces her fingers with Riri who blushes at the compliment. “Cousin stop, her head will get too big. She already knows her concepts are going to win her the next Nobel Peace Prize in the sciences. ” Shuri jokenly pokes fun. “Aht aht Dove don’t I told you that would curse it. Plus your interface design is going to make the project.” Okoye’s face is inquisitive. “Wait, you mean to tell me Shuri is designing again?”

Riri proudly answers. “Well yes. I needed some help one day with an idea and one of her sketch pads was open. She had the concept of a tech bracelet mocked up. It was gorgeous, so I asked to use it. Since then she’s gotten back into her art and design. Her mind is so beautiful the way it sees and uses shapes.” Riri is looking at Shuri with intent as she speaks. “Thank you Baby I only have been inspired because of you.” Okoye is stunned. “Miss Williams you are something else. I applaud you.”

The party closes out well after midnight. Ronnie and Sharon head upstairs for the night leaving the couple down by the tree. The girls are cuddled up on the couch again. “Princess, is it bad that I am so used to this after just one night?” “Used to what?” “Having you with me to sleep. It just feels better with you here.” Riri laughs. “No, it’s not. I am used to it too. We are so gay.” Shuri giggles and kisses Riri's neck as they spoon.

“You think we could live together?” Shuri wonders out loud. “If we go to college together we can.” Shuri listens as Riri articulates herself. College choice is looming and this is the first time the idea was in the air. They agreed that if separate colleges were the best fit then they would make it work. But being at the same school or less than an hour away are options.

“Baby if you want to wake up to me everyday just say that.” Shuri wants to ease some of the tension. Riri turns around to face Shuri as she’s lying on her chest. “No, you want to wake up to me everyday.” The prospect of being away from each other burns in their chest. Shuri knows only one thing to say. “Hell yea I do, but promise me we'll always do what is best. I think we are meant to be, and anything meant to be works out.”

Riri places her forehead on Shuri’s and smiles. “Dove, how do you do that? Say the one thing that makes everything better.” Breathing Ri’s air Shuri says. “I just speak what your heart tells me to say.” Speechless Riri kisses Shuri with a small peck. She changes the subject quickly to avoid tears.

“Baby it's 2 am.” Shuri pecks her lips again knowing this was an intentional shift. “Yes and I can’t sleep. I’m ready to open gifts. This holiday has been so amazing already.” “In that case I have a gift you can open.” Riri gets up to get a box from under the tree. With a timid smile she hands it to Shuri and sits to face her. Shuri unwraps a set of tickets. Reading them carefully she grins. “Bae you got us tickets to the Sky and the Bulls.” “Yes, I want us to have a date night. They are open tickets for the Bulls we can go anytime. The Sky is for tonight court side.”

Placing her arms loosely around her frame, Shuri kissed Riri’s forehead. “Rihanna Baby you are the best.” Riri grins when Shuri says her full name. “Mmm, saying my name sounds so good.” With smirks on their faces they kiss softly and hold each other for the rest of the night.

The day goes by so fast after Ronnie and Sharon come downstairs. Shuri actually made breakfast today and Romanda returned to spend some time with everyone. The gifts exchanged all came from the heart. Last was Shuri’s gift to Riri. “So Mother, will you be back for some of Shuri’s games?” “Yes Dear Heart, her senior night and last game. They are my favorite ones to see her play.” Riri and Romanda are talking as Shuri gathers her surprise.

M’Baku kept his word and found the perfect jewelry maker to bring to life the custom design necklaces she wanted. Shuri strides into the room with all the family there holding out the box. “Princess Merry Christmas.” Riri opens it and there lays an “S” pendant with a small colored diamond panther head charm. “Dove this is beautiful.” “I am glad you like it. I designed them specifically for us.” Riri looks to see Shuri is wearing an “R” pendant with a heart charm. Ri wants it put on her ASAP. “I am never taking this off.”

Shuri finishes with the clasp she pulls Riri in for a hug from behind. Kissing her cheek. “Good because I designed a modified clasp. It may not come off.” This has been the perfect first Christmas.

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[ancientcraftnoccultism]

Beginner Class - Personal Values & Moral Compass

Personal Values & Moral Compass

___

By KB

Introduction

Hello again everyone! ♡ It’s so nice to be able to meet with you all again! Today starts the second chapter for the Beginner Study Class! We’re going to start getting to all of the stuff I know you’re eager to learn, but first, there’s a few fundamentals we have to cover. Today’s lesson will bust a few myths and misconceptions, as well as give you a bit of insight on what - and what not - to do when practicing your craft! You may be surprised what’s in store for you! Let’s get to it, shall we?

Building Your Ethical & Moral Compass

Ethics are VERY important to me, and if I am going to be teaching anybody, I would like to lay down a few stepping stones towards a very ethical practice. Now, this post may be a bit more biased than the rest, so please take everything here with a grain of salt. Everyone’s personal values & moral compass will look different, and that’s perfectly okay!

While I am not Wiccan by ANY means, I do favor the term “do as ye will ''. It is YOUR practice. You get to decide how you interact with your energy and the energy around you. However, it is important to be conscious of those around us in the process. This basically boils down to respect. You must respect other’s craft as you do your own. You don’t take your own practice lightly, why should you with anyone else? We all know what it feels like to have someone screaming “YOU’RE WRONG” all while shoving their personal beliefs down your throat. That’s not cool, and it wouldn’t be very cool if you were to act out in that manner either.

You must always strive for the truth. Witchcraft & science go hand in hand. You must dissect information & attempt experiments in order to find any fragment of the truth. You must be willing to shed the layers of your mind in order to grow. Are you prepared? Let’s go through a few together.

Myths & Misconceptions

♡ The Three-Fold Law/Rule of 3

We’ve all been warned, “whatever you put out into the universe comes back to you times three”, or something along those lines at the least. While yes, this may very well be true for some of you, it is NOT a universal law. This is typically coming from a Wiccan, Christian, (or other indoctrinated religion), or a fear-ruled thought process. While there is nothing wrong with believing in this, the problem shows when you try to push these beliefs on others. I, personally, don’t believe in the three-fold as bad things happen to very good people all the time, and vice versa. Believe what you wish, but understand not everyone shares those same beliefs.

♡ You Need To Buy Witchcraft Supplies

Aht! Aht! Aht! Negatory, comrade. All you need to perform magic is an energy source. Your backyard can most likely supply you with everything you’d need to perform ritual work. While the tools are nice to have, they are only that - tools. You don’t need to spend money on crystals, or herbs, or anything like that, especially when just starting out. Don’t fall into people’s traps of spending a bunch of money on stuff you don’t even really know how to use or work with. If you DO decide to purchase items for your craft, find a reputable seller. Most of these won’t charge you an arm & a leg for basic supplies.

♡ “Good” Magic vs “Bad” Magic

White/Black, Light/Dark, Benevolent/Malicious - whatever you call it, throw it away. A very fundamental thing to understand when building a respectable moral compass in your craft is that there is NO such thing as this! “Good” and “bad” are very subjectable terms and everyone’s definition will MOST likely differ. I could turn this into an entire ethical lesson, but I’d rather let you feel it out for yourself. Reject these labels and know in your heart that magic, at its fundamental, is neutral. It is the practitioner that molds that magic.

♡ Smudging Isn’t Witchcraft

Smudging is not a witchcraft thing at all. It is a CLOSED indigenous practice. Why is it closed? Read here. I’m going to bring my medical analogy back up - would you really want just a random Joe performing open heart surgery on you? Yeah… I didn’t think so. But - what about all the herb burning and wafting you see portrayed in ANYTHING witchcraft related? Well, it goes back to an ancient Gaelic tradition called “saining” which in Old Gaelic means “blessing” or “consecrating”. We can infer that this is an old tradition of smoke cleansing, which has been confused with the term smudging for far too long. It is important to your ethics to understand where & why these traditions and terms come about. This is just one example, but the list goes on. Research is important! Always ask why!

♡ You Can’t Work Against Free Will

You absolutely can! While it may not align with your personal ethics & values, you can altar free will. While everyone is different, and some are divinely protected so it would essentially be impossible to altar them, there are a lot of misconceptions to this. Don’t allow fear mongering to limit you. Again, pushing beliefs on others is wrong.

[puckeyldigest]

The Puck Shooter's Field Encyklopedia

Hey there, puck shooter! Below, you may find a compendium of free-to-consumer resources of multiple medias in alphabetical-ish order on various enthralling subjects. Searching for PWHL/LPHF-specific news and media? Look here!

[last updated: 05-MAR-02024]

Index: . >> Athletics {empty} . >> Geography {new additions!} . >> Health, Exercise, Sports Science {new additions!} . >> Hockey, Competition {new additions!} . >> Hockey, Fundamentals {empty} . >> Language {empty} . >> Recreation {empty} . >> Social Studies {new additions!} . >> Miscellaneous / Uncategorized {empty} . >> Epilogue {new additions!}

Puckey seys Note: Note what? Pucke oft’ sez: A smart person knows how to spend their time. Do w/that whatcha will.

Index: . [Link] == weblink of unspecific origin. . [OP Link] == weblink to original publication. . [WP Link] == weblink to Wikipedia.  . [YT Link] == weblink to YouTube.

_# ATHLETICS #_

{empty}

_# GEOGRAPHY #_ subsections . > PWHL Cities . > PWHL Nations

PWHL Cities

Boston: [WP Link]

Minneapolis–Saint Paul: [WP Link]

Montréal: [WP Link]

Ottawa: [WP Link]

New York City: [WP Link]

Toronto: [WP Link]

PWHL Nations

Canada: [WP Link]

United States of America: [WP Link]

_# HEALTH, EXERCISE, SPORTS SCIENCE #_

Note well: Not a substitute for qualified medical consult; for informational purposes only.

Bipedal Gait Cycle [WP Link]

Body Schema [WP Link]

Female Athlete Triad / RED-S [WP Link]

Exercise [WP Link]

First Aid [WP Link]

Motor Control [WP Link]

Motor Learning [WP Link] - Puck sez NB! “Knowledge of performance, knowledge of results” under §Feedback given during practice

Motor Skill [WP Link]

Motor Skill Consolidation [WP Link]

Muscles of the Human Body, Skeletal, List of [WP Link]

Muscle Architecture [WP Link]

Muscle Memory [WP Link]

Neuromechanics [WP Link]

Neuroscience Crash Course Playlist (Brain Discoveries) by TED-ED [YT Link]

Neuroscience Crash Course Playlist (Exploring the Senses) by TED-ED [YT Link]

Neuroscience Crash Course Playlist (Mind Matters) by TED-ED [YT Link]

Nutrition Science Crash Course Playlist (You Are What You Eat) by TED-ED [YT Link]

Procedural Memory [WP Link]

Psychology Crash Course Playlist (Mental Health Awareness) by TED-ED [YT Link]

Psychology Crash Course Playlist (The Way We Think) by TED-ED [YT Link]

_# HOCKEY, COMPETITION #_

Ice Hockey at the Olympic Games [WP Link]

_# HOCKEY, FUNDAMENTALS #_ {empty; proposed subsections:} . > Skating . > Puck, stick handling . > Hockey Sense / IQ . > Puck tracking . > Goaltending

_# LANGUAGE #_

{empty}

_# RECREATION #_

{empty. what are the puck shooter’s reading, watching, listening to nowadays? send word! meanwhile, here’s wonderwall 🌱}

_# SOCIAL STUDIES #_

Living wage calculator, methodology [Link]

Media Literacy Crash Course Playlist (Hone Your Media Literacy Skills) by TED-ED [YT Link]

Universal human rights described by UN Sustainable Development Goals [Video] [Audio??] [Print]

_# MISCELLANEIOUS / UNCATEGORIUZED #_

{empty}

Think something’s missing? Comments/Questions/Feedback? Feel free to Mail in at, none other than, **foobo(alloneworld) chider1 (aht)gee, whizze… electronic-snail-mail (dawt, you get it…).

— Puckey Digest

also available via:

Medium .commahe

Substack .com,,,,,

and, ofc, TuMbLr [¿r we getting meta nao? X3c]

click here 4 a good time

[MORE AMENDMENTS COMING TO PUCK-O-PEDIA SOON! ☻]

[last updated: 05-MAR-02024]

_# EPILOGUE #_

Pucke Says! The athlete and critical problem-solver should — among other things — learn to approximate and convert units of distance, weight, and time on-the-fly, off-the-cuff, & ad-hoc. Such skills will take one far in life, and serve the athlete and problem-solver well in many contexts.

Knowledge is power; France es bacon; and, lest I forget:

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[last updated: 05-MAR-02024]

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[onlyfishcansaveusnow]

3/18/2024 Fisheries Oceanography

Right so I dont know whats going on at any given moment in this class and I 100% didn't do the readings.... which is and might be more problematic than I want but alas; me versus scientific journals is a battle i will never win especially if the journal is 33 god forsaken pages. But I digress. does this have a character limit?

Welcome to the shit show! today we are going to go over some larger scale processes (woot woot I still don't understand the smaller scale processes but whatever). First we get to diccus the shit show that was exam 1 (i did get an email that i have the opportunity to improve my grade because I did just that bad..) i swear to god if I'm the only one in person today I'm going to riot. fuck. anyway. week 10... great. exam 2 is the last five week of the semester ew. its going to be the same format as exam 1 *joy joy*. the final is going to be closed book my hope are so high:) lol i had the lower end of the undergrad reage at a whopping 80.7%.... bruh grammar and capitalization is a bitch and apparently you get docked points (which is so fair im just salty). we have to add fcking titals now gross. this is an essay prompt i didn't realize we needed to get all up and fancy with this jesus christ. WHAT THE FUCK IS THE FISH OCE REF STYLE!!! "its pretty standard" - clearly not can you give a spark notes of what the fuck that is. like a break down of thestlye you want/??? SUBSECTIONS?! this was suppost to be a one page single spaces how am i suppost to add subsections?! add quanitative detalis? how when the questions suggest otherwise. *do you know how much this makes me want to die? jesus christ i didnt realize this was going to be so nitpicky of an exam* do we now get to get on with todays material - no not yet we get to diccus the final AH 20% of my grade...

TODAY'S FOCUS - large scale processes, circulation and ocean basins! *oh yay a shorter lecture*

Thermohaline circulation. do we know what this is KINDA. so what it is is a large global scale circulating where surface waters becomes denser than underlying wates and sink creatin vertical circulation in the ocean. this is often wind driven circulation. DEEP open ocean convection tis the cacess by which vigoro's vertical mixing occus down tot great depth in respond to winter time surface buoyancy losses in the sub polar seas, is a significant mechanic of water masses - the densent water are forms at high latitudes ( north Atlantic and southern ocean.) (rip spellcheck) OOO thats a realy nice visual of the thromohailice circulation!!!! we have to get our gruminy hands on that link it would be so helpful ( UCAR- center for science eduction). we also need to get our hand oth figh 8.11 because that would also help be in chem ocn!!

Wind driven circulation - what is is? well dumbass... um. are you familare with the major gyres in N+S patlatnic and Pacific? WELL GUESS WHAT they are driven by global wind whis are dieven by inequalities in the solar enegy flux between the equatior and the poles. * fuck oh joy joy something confusing* ~ in both atl. and pacf. basins sub topic gyers(circulate anti cyclonic ( do you know aht the even means? and clock wise in .. *OH MY GOD I WANST DONE GAH GO BACK fuck it* ) still on the same topics western margins of thes gyer had particualy intence currents ( gulf stream and kuroshi current are sub tropic) Labrador current and oyashio current ( are sub POLAR). did you know that organisms in these can be transported long distances!western boundary currents meander and can cause eddies which are conveniently important feature for entertaining(?) food for consumers *there was a whole text box that she blew threw no wonder i can't keep up in this class*

WOW the major flow of the water in the atlanic is in a clockwise direction. the circulation in the north atlatin is linked to artic circulation and what happens up north.... something something about different something.

The fuck is a jumpdrive? you mean a USB flash drive? please sent help. also let me reiterate - I didn't read todays papers. i am s c r e w e d but whats new. now we get to the prestation on the review paper... which is 33 pages. damn her prestation is so good. ok i dont knwo whats going on. rip my participation points oh well. maybe ill ask about the citation format when we are done and gain something.

Questions to gain participation points: explain the citation system. can we go into depth of anticyclonic vs cyclonic gyres and what that means/impacts?

I didn't realize i would have to write my citations by hand because its a super specific citation system that is a mash of APA and MLA and whatever the fuck else fish ocn peeps deem acceptable.

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[the-hem]

"Atman." From the Tejo-Bindu Upanishad. "A drop of glory."

Something lights up the world from behind our eyes, inside our ears, under our skin. The goal of religion is to explain this using reference and inferences without which we have no way of understanding it.

Vedanta, "the Accumulated Science of the Eternal" from which this Upanishad originates says this is done by whittling away those that cannot be proven in favor of those that can be.

The discipline states that a hint of truth can be retained if a glaring one is not apparent, but utter falsity about the nature of the Supreme is to be discarded.

First we work through the five sense. If it's there, it can be seen, heard, smelled, tasted, or touched. We know the creation is here, obviously because of facts obtained through these organs of perception.

Once physical data is recognized as fact, ie, earth, air, fire, and water have discreet properties, then the subjective are realized next. "My how interesting it is how all of these things work together to create and maintain life in such fabulous varieties!"

From thence we move on to the intellectual level of probing and discover, math, physics, musical scales, engineering, all which hint at the underlying logics that glue life and its phenomena together.

Even still we have not found God. We know heat and water together cause steam but what caused these? Why are they here?

They are here, as far as we know, put by God to cause sentience, a superb way of establishing what is called Atman, or "the state of being."

Atman, when subjected to scrutiny is found to be all Grace, all humanity, all accomplishment, all that is worthwhile. It extends from underneath all phenomena through their pores, radiates into the senses into the mind and back out an expression of the Self.

Atman is an experience of God with God alongside but also inside all that lives. It is free of idolatry, bias, opinion, belief, and faith these things are all rubbish:

7. Being without the conception ‘I am the partless non-dual essence’ or ‘I am the blissful’, and being of the nature of the one beyond all – ‘that is one‘ Jyotis at the end of Nada.

8. He who is devoid of the significance of Atman (viz., motion) and devoid of Sachchidananda – he is alone Atman, the eternal.

9. He who is undefinable and unreachable by the words of the Vedas, who has neither externals nor internals and whose symbol is either the universe or Brahman – he is undoubtedly Atman. 10-12(a). He who has no body, nor is a Jiva (ignorant way of life) made up of the elements and their compounds, who has neither form nor name, neither the enjoyable nor the enjoyer, neither Sat nor Asat (this nor that), neither preservation nor regeneration, neither Guna nor non-Guna – (motivations) that is undoubtedly my Atman. 12(b)-15(a). He who has neither the described nor description, neither Sravana (acoustics) nor Manana (reflection), neither Guru nor disciple, neither the world of the Devas nor the Devas nor the Asuras, (angels nor devils) neither duty nor non-duty, neither the immaculate nor non-immaculate, neither time nor non-time, neither certainty nor doubt, neither Mantra nor non-Mantra, neither science nor non-science, neither the seer nor the sight which is subtle, nor the nectar of time – that is Atman.

Without understanding of Atman, (pronounced aht-munn) all else about religion is naught but mush and milk.

Vedanta calls the not-mush of religion Brahman in Sanskrit, or "Kindness without condition".

Jesus, in the Book of Mark, immediately after His appearance, directed people to what is called "The Holy Spirit" in English.

This shortest of orders demonstrated in the river Jordan, where one crosses over from here to There is called "Baptism and Beatitude", understanding and compassion. They alone are the paths to what is also called Atman, or "all that remains."

[anulithots]

(GOOD NEWS BTW! MY FREIND RECCOMENDED ME ANOTHER WEBSITE AND NOW I HAVE ACESS TO LINK CLICK SEASON TWO AGAIN AND ALJFDSKFJDS YAYYYYYYYYY *time to rewatch and suffer again*)

"SCIENCE REFERENCES OMG I FIND IT SO COOL YOU'RE INTO SCIENCES YET ALSO INSANELY CREATIVE?? LIKE YOU GOT THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS. AAAA YOU TALENTED AMAZING PERSON"

Oakfjadklfjasklfjasd thankkk youuu buuuut also it's kindaaa a currseee... because I have 'all this potential and ideas and constanly have ten thought processes running around in my head' that it becomes overwhelming + execuative dysfunction... which leaves me as 'wasted potential' and kinnddaa veryyyy behind of everyone my age. (like extremely behind. As in 'worried for the future' sort of behind.)

akjfsadkl that turned into a bit of a vent but also COMPLIEMNT WAS MUCH APPREICATED AND I VERY MUCH ADMIRE YOUR WRITING STYLE AND CHARACTERS AND ALL THE BOOKS YOU READ AND YOUR VIBE SOOO YEA!!! "HIS SPEECH I NEED THAT TATTOOED ON MY EYELIDS ACTUALLY" YESSS i'm going to rewatch and analyze that speach to death. /pos

YES THE 'CXS THINKS LU GUANG IS DEAD SCENE WITH THE FLASHBACKS"

I thought season one was emtoional enough

That scene was one of the most emotional things I've ever watched and how CXS keeps it together and slowly breaks down into sobs and loses all of his joy (and tbh he is sooo much more subdued in this season and it's sooo sadddd)

AND THE WAY HE WENT BACK TO SAVE EVERYONE ELSE, HE WOULD BREAK THE UNIVERSE TO SAVE PEOPLE HE HASN"T KNOWN FOR VERY LONG, BUT FOR LU GUANG HE DOESN'T BECAUSE LU GUANG WOULDN"T HAVE WANTED IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS. SHOW.

(I legitamently thought they killed off Lu Guang for a good few moments and was like "WHAT?! WHAT WHAT WHAT DO YOU MEANNN HOLY HERBS WHAT?!"

"we need more lu guang lore"

... yes. we do. we really do *end of season two flashbacks*

(I honestly can't wait for when you get up to aht part hough, like season two is craaazzzyyy and an emtoinal rollercoaster in every sense of the word and they hold NOTHING back.)

OH AND THE TRIO IS PAST PRESENT AND FUTURE KDJFSKJLSD

CXS - wants a perfect (meaning with others and without loneliness) past

Lu Guang - wants a perfect (meaning controlled and protected) future

Qiao Ling - wants a perfect (meaning without the consequences of her regrets) present

kaljfaksdlj asdklfjas I'm FINALLY getting somewhere with my analysis hehehehehe.

AS ALWAYS, twas a pleasure talking about link click with you *tips hat*

hello this was the ask i promised you when i sent in that reblog uh

FINISHED SEASON ONE (EPISODE TEN AND ELEVEN) SO NORMAL. SOSOSOSOSOOOO NORMAL.

OH MY GOD. OH MY GODSHFKDSJF. IS LU GUANG DEAD??? IS HE DIENE??? IS HE AN UNSATURATED HYDROCARBON WITH TWO DOUBLE BONDS BETWEEN CARBON ATOMS???? (dying i don't even like organic chem why am i making the stupidest dead-diene puns in existence) THAT WAS SO WILD. DID NOT SEE THIS HAPPENING IN A MILLION YEARS

CXS was so badass in these two episodes. that really took what we all thought of him in the first few episodes (shitty impulse control, can't see past the end of his nose) and flipped it on its head. god that was so cool. oh my god.

CXS's little speech!!!! it's so lovely!!!! oh my goodness!!!!!!! i did not know that there was a poet in him but we need more

already said this in the reblogs but qiao ling #1 shiguang shipper. and we love her for it. except for accidentally killing (?????? status of beinghood unsure ??????) lu guang ofc but it's not her fault we still love her

the fact about lu guang being weirdly mature for a kid — is that just some unexplored trauma or is he part primordial deity or something

this actually has nothing to do with episode ten or eleven but in episode five (?) where CXS just punched lu guang in the face. and he just took it with no resistance, then kneeled down and held him as he cried. heartbreaking. i realised i didn't say anything about that in my earlier fevered commentaries so i will now skfjdksjfkdjfkjf

KSFJKSJFKSJFKJFJKSDFJ

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME

OGANIC CHEM REFERNCE THAT I WISH I GOT BUT I KINDA DO FROM AP BIOLOGY AND I NEED TO HYPERFIXATE ON BIOLOGY AGAIN LDKJFKLDJSFKSDFJKSDLF j (love science references when raving about shows it's my favorite thing)

ALSO YES OF COURSE LINK CLICK HAS TO FLIP EVERYTHING ON IT"S HEAD IN THE LAST MINUTE AND RUIN THE HAPPY ENDING /pos but also KJSDFLKLDSKFJDSLKFJ:DLSKFJLKSDFJ

CXS IS AMAZING ESPECIALLY IN THE LAST TWO EPS KDJFLKSDFJ

Like yesss his observance and ability to predict behavior and use that to his advantage akjfaksfjaksldfjaksldf.

My headcannon is that this is what happens when he gets time to process his emotions and trusts himself a little more (like after his 'alone dive' he tries to take his time more, but of course... emotions... they be hard and overwhelming and he's so adhd core holy herbs)

(Also when he has time to process his emtions he's always so serious, the poor bean.)

YES POET CXS

(I screenshotted the whole thing.)

(and it was at this point that I exploded/pos)

BUT ALSO THE SPEACH AND HOW IT WAS NOT ONLY PERFECT TO COMFORT EMMA, BUT ALSO REFELCTED HIS GROWTH AS A CHARACTER... which would require a whole essay to explain... I have it written tbh but I would need to transcribe it... EVENTUALLY I WILL BUT THE WAY CXS CRAVES A PERFECT PAST (meanwhile Lu Guang craves a perfect future) AND LEARNED ABOUT ASPECTS OF HIMSELF THROUGHT THE PARRALLELS OF THE OTHERS LKJDFLKJDSFKJDSKFJDSK I CNA"T THIS SHOW IS TOO GOOD.

(Mild spoiler for Qiao LIng but it's not her fault so that's all good! She's still peak character of all time)

about your 5th point... season two will both shed light on that and make you scream soooooo (it's all foreshadowing and it's crazyyyy)

THAT MOMENT IN EPISODE FIVE YESSS

It's so perfect and heartbreaking and perfect and heartbreaking and KJSDLFKJDSLKFJDKLSFDKSF SKDF aaaaaa

CXS completely breaks down and Lu Guang tries to be comforting in his typical 'fool don't change the past, but it's okay because we'll change the future and.....' AND WAIT A MINUTE past and future for both of them and what they find comfort in alkjflaksdjfklaj AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (my analyzig brain is having so much fun with link click kalsdfjkasldfj;askdfl)

THANK YOU FOR SCREAMING WITH ME ABOUT LINK CLICK!!!!

[americanhistorytruth]

Katherine Johnson 🌘

[humming-fly]

if there's ultimate shield and ultimate spear there's ultimate harpoon. if there's ultimate eye there's also ultimate elbow

harpoon and not sword was the next step? also why elbow and not anything else?? ultimate ears? ultimate quads? where does it end?

[thebigqueer]

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[doenymoved]

good morning i gotta go on a field trip 2day and i really dont wanna