#Advice For Minimalist Living

[rebeccablogs]

Summer Meet Ups With Friends

SUMMER Meet Ups Summer meet ups are so much fun. Pick relaxed areas with a chill vibe so that everyone can enjoy themselves. Summer meet ups are usually casual, don’t be to relaxed in your outfits because you want to look cute in those pictures and, you never know when you might meet mister right. So dress comfy,cute , and casual. Meet ups are a great place to eat new and tasty meals, whether…

[beingyourbestself]

Create a Space to Think and Let Yourself Bloom

You’ve probably heard it before: a clean space equals a clear mind. It might sound cliché, but there’s actual psychological evidence behind it. In a messy environment, there’s always something calling for your attention—a pile to tidy up, an item to put away. This chaos can make it hard to focus or even know where to start. It hampers your ability to process information and concentrate.

Speaking of focus, a recent Netflix movie, The Sixth Triple Eight, tells the incredible true story of a battalion of Black women during World War II. They were tasked with organizing and delivering over 17 million pieces of undelivered mail in Europe. They worked in a repurposed, abandoned school with blacked-out windows and no natural daylight. The building was freezing, poorly lit, and infested with rats.

Despite these challenges, the women got to work. According to Major General Mari K. Eder’s book, their leader, Major Charity Adams, rallied the group by saying:

“I know how this looks, ladies. And I know what you’re probably thinking. But we have a job to do, and we’re going to get it done. Now, let’s get organized.”

And organized they did. What was expected to take six months was accomplished in just three. This is a perfect example of how having a system, even in the messiest of situations, can lead to incredible results.

That said, there are times when a little messiness can fuel creativity. A study published in Psychological Science found that people in messy environments often come up with more creative ideas. Think about it: if you’re knitting a sweater and there are balls of yarn everywhere, you might be inspired to add unique, unexpected designs. The creative chaos can help you think outside the box.

So, how do you balance a clean environment with the need for creative mess? It’s simple: start small. Begin with your room. Make sure everything has a designated place. If you find you don’t have enough storage, get some containers or boxes to help organize. This way, messes don’t pile up—they’re easier to clean.

Once your room feels under control, expand your efforts. Maybe clean the bathroom one week and tackle the kitchen the next. But in my opinion, the room is the most important. Even if the rest of the house is messy, having a clean, personal space to retreat to can do wonders for your mind.

Imagine this: you come back to your tidy room with your yarn neatly stored. You dive into your sweater project, and after a few hours, there are balls of yarn everywhere. You’ve poured your creativity into the design. When you’re done, it takes just a few minutes to clean up because everything has its place. Now, you’re back to your clean space, ready for whatever comes next.

A clean space isn’t about stifling creativity—it’s about setting the stage for your mind to thrive. Let your room be the foundation where creativity and clarity bloom side by side.

1 Corinthians 14:33 (NIV):

"For God is not a God of disorder but of peace."

[ahhnini]

oh im obsessed w frat rafe tarot reader i need more

omg tysm!! <3 this was sent a while ago, but I appreciate the kind words still!! here’s more about tarot!reader!reader (still don’t know what to call her😔) this was also supposed to be just headcanons but I got carried away. hope you enjoy!! <3

the world - frat!rafe cameron x tarot card!reader! reader

warnings - cw slight verbal harassment from frat boys, suggestive at the end

texts between rafe and reader / the star

ೃ༄ her dorm room is definitely filled with her little trinkets! from crystals, calico critters, to pieces of lace, she’s got it! she’s definitely the type of person to just pull out anything from her bag if anyone needs it.

ೃ༄ don’t forget her collection of her favorite tarot decks on her bookshelf! they’re her favorite because she loves the art, but also because some have been gifted to her from her friends from home! (they miss her dearly)

ೃ༄ adding onto that, she prefers pulling her daily card from one of these decks versus digitally, as it tends to resonate more (she only looks digitally if she doesn’t want to get out of bed)

ೃ༄ her nails are always painted. she figured if she was going to be doing readings for people, she couldn’t let them look at her bare nails. however, no acrylics, she’s tried them before, but unfortunately it became difficult to pull cards out with them :(

ೃ༄ despite what people think, she’s very intelligent! she’s a business major at her school, and she’s (almost) the top of her class.

ೃ༄ her outfits alwaysss give, and she always wears her signature red platform loafers. just one class for her? she’s putting them on. running errands? strutting in them.

ೃ༄ her niche is baking, she hasn’t baked for anyone at school, except rafe! he said to start up a bake sale at their college, but she said that she only bakes for her friends. that made rafe feel fuzzy inside.

ೃ༄ however, during her third year of college, things got rough :( the school had only let freshmen and sophomores live in the dorms, and reader hadn’t been able to make any friends except rafe. rent was dangerously high around town, so she spent most of her nights in her own shop, curled up on one of her beanbags.

ೃ༄ when rafe saw you, sleeping an inch of the floor through one of the windows of the building, he immediately rushed to you, entering the security code for the door and waking you up. it startled you, of course, you had thought someone was breaking in.

ೃ༄ once rafe reassured you, he ran to the cafe across the street for some bagels and coffee, and sat you up on your beanbag. from there forward, you’d told him everything, and he listened. you’d always be there to give him advice, so he felt a little guilty about not knowing your current situation.

ೃ༄ little did you know this conversation would take a turn of events you’d never expect.

ೃ༄ he smiles brightly as you both stand in front of his frat house, a small “ta-da” coming from his mouth. the hand around your suitcase clutched tighter as you try and stop yourself from nervously chuckling. he grabs your free hand, dragging you up the steps of the manor. he knocks on the front door, and you look at the ground, the clacking of your loafers becoming echoed.

ೃ༄ you put up a small smile when the frat president opens the door, he nods and introduces himself as jay before welcoming you and rafe in.

ೃ༄ it had been cleaner than you’d expected, minus some empty water bottles strewn across the floor. you didn’t know why, but from all the rumors you’ve heard, you were expecting something a bit more…grotesque.

ೃ༄ you make your way up the grand stairs, rafe carrying your suitcase, mumbling about how you have more trinkets in there than clothes. he shows you his room, and it was the complete opposite of your previous dorm. it was minimalist, barely any decor, and filled with monochrome black and white. bleh. the only pop of color that he had were the crystals he’d bought from you, which shine on his windowsill. “how do you live like this?” you ask, dropping to your knees and opening up your suitcase. he shrugs, “just like it like this,” you dramatically shiver your shoulders and he scoffs.

ೃ༄ your nerves didn’t calm down at all when rafe showed you around the house, and it had to be the time when most of the boys got back from their classes. although jay stated that rafe’s friend was going to be staying, he failed to mention said friend was a lady. especially the one whos reputation was said to be very antisocial around campus.

ೃ༄ some ogled, it was a given, some already gave you their numbers, adding a note to “call them if you get stuck in the washing machine” (ew) (and you swore you could’ve seen them with their girlfriends around town). nevertheless, rafe shut them all down, wrapping a protective arm around you.

ೃ༄ once dinner came around, you were amazed at the en suite buffet the house offered, sitting across rafe with your hefty plate of food.

ೃ༄ once night rolled around, you quickly realized that you and rafe had to sleep in the same bed, as there were no spares. you’d been fine with it, and rafe said he was fine with it, but you doubted that claim when he kept moving around throughout the night.

ೃ༄ eventually, he’d found a comfortable spot, spooning you, and you tried your best to not be bothered by his hardness pressing up against you as you drifted to sleep.

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[yok00k]

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sanrio!oc & boxer!jk headcannon

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⤷ ⊹₊⋆ series masterlist ⊹₊⋆

>pics from pinterest<

—warning: some mature contents, read at your own risk—

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ᡣ𐭩 y/n l/n, 19

ʚɞ lives in a tiny/luxurious apartment nearby the lake

ʚɞ works at a bubble tea store. you love being in a minimalistic and cute place. indeed you think you’re just a girl and your world is full of sanrio and cute stuff.

ʚɞ currently studying cosmetology. you dont know what you want to do just yet but you’re trying to figure it out. you love doing your own makeup, nails, and eyelashes. anything that makes you feel that feminine energy you’ll do it. that’s the reason why you’re pursuing something that’s related to your very own interest!

ʚɞ obsessed with hello kitty. you just has to collect at least one every week so you can function properly

ʚɞ has daddy’s issue (just like the author)

ʚɞ friendly to everyone but you have 3 real friends who you know really well. you open up to them about some details of you and jungkook’s relationship. there’s always there to give you advice or just listen to your rants

ʚɞ you’re very affectionate and genuinely loves the people in your life + sensitive: cry yourself to sleep when someone yells at you. how dare they

ʚɞ had multiple sugar daddies prior to entering a relationship with jk

ʚɞ your go-to outfits are mini skirts+black platform boots/mary janes + crop tops

ʚɞ dumb and slow as a turtle. you just never get what’s going on most of the time & that’s why guys get to take advantage of you and your dummy self won’t even realize it.

ʚɞ may look innocent but be the freakiest in the bedroom. 100% certified virgin (just for the first 6 months of her and jk’s relationship) but that doesn’t mean you can’t own multiple toys + toys that jk gifted you.

ʚɞ unintentionally and intentionally tease jk. you just likes seeing all worked up for nothing.. or something

ʚɞ sucker for creampie & cockwarming

ʚɞ listen to kali uchis, lana del rey, mitski, etc.

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<pics from pinterest>

ᡣ𐭩 Jeongguk Jeon, 23

ꕤ born from a wealthy family. he rebels against his parents: they wanted him to be the heir of their business, but jungkook said “fuck that imma do my own thing”

ꕤ was an underground boxer at the age of 20, but because of his skills, he became somewhat popular in mainstream boxing.

ꕤ has lots of boxing competition [i think he likes to fight]

ꕤ has anger issues. especially when he sees men taking advantage of you. boxing helps him to let out all the anger and he’s learning how to be better. [ you can fix him ]

ꕤ nonchalant but possessive? he doesn’t like to share

ꕤ lives on his own for some time now, in a huge penthouse. he gets lonely most of the time, he’s used to it though

ꕤ @ the gym 24/7. he basically lives there.

ꕤ rumor has it that he was a fuckboy? there’s no proof though.. yet. there’s been rumors around and they don’t sound nice.

ꕤ smokes + vapes [oc hates it]

ꕤ has a big dog named Bam, he’s such a good dog to you!

ꕤ always horny, he keeps the videos of you playing with yourself for his personal use

ꕤ has lots of fantasy of you, he’s infatuated then later on will be in love

ꕤ listens to partynextdoor, metro boomin, brent faiyaz, etc.

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[mylovesstuffs]

Minghao is THAT type of boyfriend !

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Minghao is effortlessly cool, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his soft spots. He has this way of being so composed and graceful, yet when he’s with you, there’s a subtle shift in him—less polished, more human, in the best way possible. It’s in the way he smiles at you like you’re the most fascinating piece of art he’s ever seen.

He’s the kind of boyfriend who’ll randomly buy you books that remind him of you. Not in an obvious, cliché way—no romance novels here. It’ll be something thoughtful, like a poetry collection or a philosophy book, because of course he’s that deep. He’ll casually say, “I thought you’d like it,” but secretly he’s hoping it’ll spark a conversation. Oh, and he’ll definitely want to hear your interpretation of eveerrrrythingg.

Minghao would have a quiet but sharp sense of humor. It’s not loud or over-the-top; it’s the kind that sneaks up on you. He’ll make a quick-witted remark with that deadpan expression, and it’ll leave you laughing long after the moment has passed. And don’t even get me started on his teasing—it’s all in good fun, but he knows exactly how to press your buttons just enough to make you roll your eyes and laugh at the same time.

Minghao is all about the art of subtle seduction. The way he leans against the doorframe, casually smirking at you; the way he tilts your chin up to meet his gaze; or how he lingers just a little too long when helping you fix your clothes—it’s all calculated. And the way he whispers, his voice low and teasing, when he’s close enough for you to feel his breath? AH MINGHAO!

He’s incredibly attentive, like SCARILY ATTENTIVE. He notices every little thing about you—your habits, the way you scrunch your nose when you’re annoyed, or how you always chew on your pen when you’re deep in thought. And he’ll use that information in the most thoughtful ways, it’s always the little things with him.

Minghao is tactile but in a very specific way. He’s not overly clingy or touchy, but when he does touch you, it’s so intentional that it leaves you reeling. A hand on your lower back to guide you through a crowded room, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, or tracing little patterns on your wrist when you’re sitting together. It’s not about quantity—it’s about the impact. And boy, does he know how to make an impact. (it makes me want to scream!)

Okay, let’s address it—Minghao probably has a bit of a possessive streak. Not in a toxic way, but he’ll give a subtle look if someone seems to be getting too close for comfort. He doesn’t need to say anything because his energy alone is enough to establish boundaries. Honestly, it’s kind of hot.

Oh, and he’s not shy about calling you out when you’re being unreasonable. Minghao has no patience for unnecessary drama, but he’ll do it in the calmest, most rational way possible, leaving you wondering why you even started the argument in the first place. But he’s also not afraid to admit when he’s wrong, and that’s where his maturity truly shines.

Minghao’s love language? Acts of service, hands down. He’s the type to take care of things without making a big fuss about it. Broken zipper? He’s got you. Need advice? He’ll give you the most insightful perspective. I think he’s secretly lived a thousand lives.

That man can absolutely DRESS. Dating Minghao means your couple outfits are always on point, whether you’re matching unintentionally or rocking complementary aesthetics. He’ll probably get you into his whole minimalist-chic vibe, and you won’t even be mad about it. Honestly, how does he make everything look good?

Minghao is lowkey a perfectionist when it comes to the things he’s passionate about, and that includes you. He’s always striving to be the best version of himself for you, but he also encourages you to do the same. He’ll push you just enough to help you see your potential. (and that’s so attractive of him.)

Minghao loves the stillness of being with you, whether it’s sitting in a park watching the clouds or lying in bed with your legs tangled together, neither of you saying much but understanding each other perfectly. That kind of intimacy? Yeah, he’s all about it.

Oh, and when he’s in the mood to be playful? Watch out. Minghao can be unexpectedly cheeky, throwing in sly comments or giving you a teasing smirk that leaves you flustered. And my guy knows exactly what he’s doing, too.

The thing about Minghao is that he’s not loud about his love. It’s not in grand declarations or over-the-top gestures. It’s in the way he quietly supports you, challenges you, and loves you in ways that make you feel seen and understood.

Honestly, Minghao being THAT boyfriend? Pls HELP—I’m not okay.

[bowsnstrings]

Mikasa and Milana cruised down the highway, the early afternoon sun casting a soft, golden glow over the landscape as they went inland to the city. They’d been talking about this spa day for weeks, a long overdue escape from their hectic lives. The stresses of school, work, family, and all the unnecessary fighting had built up in ways they hadn’t even fully realized until now.

“Do you think they’ll actually be able to fix my back?” Mikasa asked, wincing as she shifted in the passenger seat. The knot in her shoulders had been there for days, maybe weeks, and nothing seemed to help.

“If anyone can, it’s this place,” Milana replied, glancing at her friend as she applied a coat of oil to her puckered lips. “My Grandma swears by it. She says they do more than just massages- they’re practically miracle workers.”

Mikasa chuckled, shaking her head. “Well, I’m up for a miracle. I feel like I’m about to collapse into a pile of bones every time I walk. I can't believe it's been so long since we had a real girls day.” She said, a smile tugging at her lips as she exited, pulling her sunglasses back to see the street ahead.

“I know!” Milana agreed, looking through the window with a content humm. “We both need this. I’m so ready to forget about everything. Just relax.”

Mikasa shot her a side glance, her hands steady on the wheel. “Especially after everything you've been dealing with, right?” Milana’s gaze softened, and she nodded. She appreciated Mikasa’s understanding, how she never pushed her to talk, but also how she was always ready to listen when Milana was ready to share.

The last few days had been better, especially after talking things out with Ony. Milana’s mind briefly wandered back to that evening at the party, but now she could only blush as everything circled back to what happened afterwards. Getting through everything made things so much better between them, and now all they’d been doing was being honest and open with each other while making up for all the hurt. The spa today was his idea too, a way to feel better physically and mentally, convincing her quickly as he kissed her cheek sweetly.

She was happy to take his advice, the car humming steadily as they navigated their way through the sleek, modern district. Tall glass buildings glittered in the fading sunlight, and the streets bustled with the usual evening rush. After a few turns, they arrived at the spa; a contemporary, minimalist space that promised luxury and tranquility, with its large glass windows and welcoming wooden doors. Milana sighed as they stepped out of her friend's vehicle, stretching her arms above her head as her purse dangled over her shoulder.

Inside the building, the air was warm and lightly scented with lavender. The receptionist, a woman with long blonde hair and a soft smile, greeted them immediately. “Welcome! How can we help you today?” Mikasa explained that they had reservations, and she perked up even further. “We’ve been expecting you. Your rooms are ready. Follow me, please.” Milana followed Mikasa through the elegantly decorated hall, with the sound of soft music floating from hidden speakers.

Everything was designed to induce a sense of peace. There were no phones, no distractions, only the promise of relaxation. She felt herself unwinding with every step. As they passed through the last hallway and toward the treatment area, Milana noticed a wooden door at the end of the corridor, slightly ajar. She curiously watched it open, wanting to see if that was the changing area when her eyes met the last person she expected—Sasha.

The two locked eyes, and an awkward silence stretched between them. Milana's throat tightened, the weight of their recent fight still lingering in the back of her mind. Sasha cleared her throat, a half-smile tugging at her lips. “Hey, Milana,” She greeted, her voice soft but unsure. Her brown hair wrapped up in a bun, the robe on her showing that she was here for the spa as well.

Milana forced a smile, trying to suppress the uncomfortable tension rising in her chest. “Oh… hey, Sasha. Didn't expect to see you here.” She tried not to seem like she wasn’t happy to see her friend, of course she was, but things were just a little tense right now.

Sasha shifted, clearly just as unsure about the situation. “Oh… Mikasa said you’d be excited.” Both of them turned towards Mikasa, looking less than impressed at her little scheme as she only shrugged, looking unusually calm for someone who knew about the rift between her two friends.

Milana frowned, trying to process the underlying meaning behind Sasha's words. “So, Mikasa… knew you'd be here?” She asked, her voice a little sharper than she intended.

Sasha shrugged, glancing back at Mikasa. “I guess she’s been keeping an eye on things.” Her tone was neutral, but there was a hint of something else, maybe frustration, maybe a trace of guilt, Milana couldn’t quite tell.

“Right,” She mumbled quietly, the hurt from their last argument still echoing in her chest. She had hoped that things would smooth over by now, but it was clear that the damage had stuck, even if they had made up. Sasha hesitated, her lips parting as if she wanted to say more but wasn’t sure how. They both shifted to Mikasa, who hadn’t moved, but there was an unreadable expression on her face.

“I guess we'll go get relaxed, then.” Mikasa said cheerfully, the tone a lot happier than what either of them would expect. Milana decided to just follow after her, entering the room Sasha came out of as her mind swirled with the thought of what came next.

The door sounded softly as it closed behind them. The familiar, soothing scent of calming essential oils in the air, but it did little to calm the uneasy knot in her stomach. She moved toward an open locker, her mind elsewhere, focused on the discomfort that still lingered between her and Sasha.

As she began to change into her robe, she couldn’t help but replay the events of the past few days. Her fingers fumbled with the fabric as the weight of their disagreement weighed heavy. She hadn’t expected to find herself here, stuck in this awkward limbo with her best friend, not after everything they’d been through.

Sasha had always been the person Milana could talk to about anything. They went through it all together growing up in school, they shared the ups and downs, the fights, and the laughter. But now they were out of step, and all because her friend couldn’t see how good her boyfriend was to her. It felt like a wall had gone up between them, and no matter how much they tried to patch things up, it was still there, making every interaction strained and awkward. Even though neither of them wanted to acknowledge that.

Milana tugged the robe tighter around her body, her eyes unfocused as she looked at her reflection in the locker room mirror, her expression a mix of frustration and confusion. Mikasa was beside her, calmly folding her clothes, unaffected by the tension that had been growing in the air.

“Why didn’t you tell me Sasha was coming?” Milana’s voice was annoyed, though she tried to keep it low, aware of the other guests around them. “I mean, you don’t even agree with her, and you didn’t think I deserved a heads-up?”

Mikasa paused for a moment, her back still turned as she organized her things. She exhaled softly before responding in her usual steady, calm tone. “Because you would’ve acted way more awkward about it, Lana.” She said simply put, not meeting Milana's gaze. “I don’t want to force you into making up, but I think it’s for the best.”

Milana’s eyes narrowed, her hands resting on her hips. “But you knew how weird it would be. I barely made up with her the first time, and now I’m stuck trying to act like everything’s fine when it’s not?”

Mikasa finally turned to face her, her expression unwavering. “I know it’s not easy,” She said, her voice steady but not apologetic. “But if you’re upset with her then talk it out. No more of this, ‘I’ll just hide until the problem is solved’ mentality. No one can fix things for you, Milana. You need to confront it yourself.” She glanced toward the door, her eyes softening just slightly. “I didn’t want to put you in an uncomfortable situation, but now that she’s here, just talk to her.”

The words hit Milana harder than she expected. There was a sting of truth in them, and like always Mikasa wasn’t wrong. She did need to face Sasha, no matter how uncomfortable it was. This wasn’t something anyone else could fix for her, and avoiding it wasn’t an option. “Ugh,” Milana muttered, leaning against the locker. “I guess you’re right, but it still doesn’t make it easier.”

Mikasa gave her a small, encouraging smile. “You’ll be fine. Don’t stress about it, we’re at a spa for God’s sake.” Milana exhaled, feeling a little more grounded now. She wasn’t sure what would come next with Sasha, but Mikasa had made one thing clear: it was her turn to take the step.

If she truly wanted to make things right, it had to come from her, no one else. With a final, lingering look at Mikasa, Milana grabbed her towel, determined to face the next challenge, whatever that might be.

During the mud wraps, the silence between them was deafening. The spa attendants spread the thick, cool sludge over their bodies, massaging it gently as the relaxing music played in the background. Mikasa was lying next to Milana, but every time she glanced at Sasha from two beds over she could see the same careful distance, the same hesitation.

Milana kept her eyes closed, breathing deeply to focus on the calming noises and sensations happening, trying her best to lose herself in the experience. Her mind wandered, thinking of the most random things to stop trying to focus on what she should say to Sasha. Her fingers tapped against the side of the chair and she felt her friends looking towards her, trying to at least enjoy this experience for just a few minutes longer.

When the mud was finally washed away and they were wrapped in soft towels, Milana’s mind was still racing. Sasha’s quiet presence felt like a heavy weight in the room, and she was doing everything in her power to ignore it. But Mikasa was watching, and she wasn’t about to let her friends wallow in her avoidance for much longer.

Milana reached for the treatment plan list left on the side table next to her, reading through some of the things they offered. One particularly caught her eye, especially since she had an obsession with keeping her skin smooth and silky. “Should I get a wax?” She asked aloud, thinking momentarily about how she’d look completely bare.

She had a has a wax pot at home for her underarms and legs, but usually she shaved downstairs. That hadn’t been done in some weeks though, and she was getting tired of how hard she had to work between her legs. Mikasa had laughed softly, breaking her from her train of thought and smiled at her.

“Do it, your boyfriend might not want anything between him and his meal.” Milana rolled her eyes, pushing her away as Mikasa leaned in, wiggling her tongue at her annoyingly. She told her to shut up, before falling back into silence, noticing Sasha was about to speak up.

She cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice casual. “Do you really think he cares about stuff like that?” Sasha’s voice felt tight, like the words were too big to come out as easily as she wanted.

Milana blinked, the sudden shift in the conversation not lost on her. “What do you mean?” She set the paper aside, now giving Sasha her full attention.

Sasha shifted uncomfortably in her chair, rubbing the back of her neck. She wanted to say something, to explain that she wasn’t trying to be judgmental, but the words kept slipping away. “I just… I don’t know. Is he being superficial about that?” She muttered, looking down at her hands.

“No. He hasn’t even seen me down there to know what’s going on.” She tried to be playful about it like they used to, but it didn’t go with the moment, Sasha just sighing and fiddling with her hair.

“Good that’s good.” It didn’t sound good, not when the words hung in the air, heavier than she had intended. Milana huffed, turning to face her friend, expression filled with hurt and frustration too. The distance between them had only grown since that last argument, and Sasha knew it.

“Look,” She exhaled slowly, her voice calmer than before. “Sasha, I know you’re not a fan of Ony. But I want you to understand… he’s not like that. He’s not gonna hurt me or anything, he just wants to take care of me. I know you probably heard the worst of him when he was running around with Eren, but he’s a good person.” Milana met her gaze, and for a moment, Sasha felt the weight of their unresolved conflict. “I care about him, and I just want you to see that.”

Sasha’s heart squeezed, wanting to believe her friend, really, she did. But there was still a part of her that saw Ony, especially since Connie told her all about him. He grew up in the Graves for crying out loud, the birthplace of thugs, killers, and worse. With his occupation too, it was only making her more fearful. The thought of losing her best friend over this was terrifying, but Sasha didn’t want to sit back and stay silent, either.

“I know you care about him, Milana,” Sasha said, her voice quieter now. “But sometimes I feel like he’s just… he’s not the best for you. I just want you to be happy and safe, you know?”

There it was, the elephant in the room, the thing Sasha had been trying to say for weeks. The thing that had driven a wedge between them. Milana exhaled softly, then stood up and walked over to Sasha. There was no anger in her expression, no defensiveness. Instead, Milana sat down next to her friend, looking her in the eyes.

“I know you’re worried,” Milana said, her voice gentle now. “And I know I’ve been stubborn about this. But, Sasha… I value your opinion more than you know. You’ve always been there for me. I don’t want to lose you over this, and I know I’ve been kind of… pushing you away with all the Ony talk.”

Sasha’s breath caught in her throat, and she had to blink a few times to clear the sudden lump in her throat. “You’re my best friend, Milana,” She whispered truthfully, her emotions getting the better of her. “I just want to make sure you’re not being… hurt.”

Milana’s eyes softened, and she gave Sasha a small, appreciative smile. “I get it, and I hear you. I’ll be mindful of that. But I promise you, I’m happy with Ony. I know he’d never do anything besides keep me safe and happy. I just… I need you to trust me on that.”

Sasha felt the tension in her chest slowly begin to loosen. The fear, the anxiety about losing Milana, started to dissolve with every word. “I trust you, Lana,” She replied, her voice finally steady again. “I just want you to be sure. You’re my best friend. I’ll always have your back.”

Milana reached out and gave Sasha a hug, one that felt like a quiet promise. “And I’ll always have yours,” She whispered right to her, squeezing tight.

Mikasa, who had been sitting quietly through the exchange, finally spoke up with a playful grin. “Okay, okay. Enough emotional bonding for today, ladies. We’re at the spa, remember? Who’s getting a massage, and who’s getting their wax?”

Sasha chuckled, the tension now fully lifted. “I think I’ll stick with the massage,” She said, nudging Milana gently. “But you should definitely go for the wax, Milana, I wanna see how cute it’ll look.”

Milana rolled her eyes but grinned. “In your dreams heifer.” She stuck her tongue out, jumping back when Sasha leaned in trying to give her a kiss in retaliation. “Stop, I liked you better when you were trying to kiss Connie, not me.” That had all of them laughing, enjoying the rest of their relaxing time, at least until an hour later.

Sasha, Milana, and Mikasa all shuffled out of their respective rooms, moving toward different corners of the locker room mirrors, still feeling the after effects of their treatments. Milana was the first to take a peek down her robe, her face flushed and a little sheepish but clearly proud. Her movements slow and deliberate as she walks with an exaggerated waddle, clearly aware of the tender skin beneath.

Mikasa followed suit, adjusting her robe with a mischievous grin. “I swear, with the way we’re walking right now, we look like those women beat our asses.” She joked, glancing over at Milana.

Sasha, releasing the tension of their earlier conversation, couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the three of them waddling side by side. “Honestly, I never thought I'd be admiring a bare cooch, but here we are.”

Milana shot Sasha a playful glance. “You’re telling me you don’t love this right now?” She teased, raising an eyebrow and turning slightly as if to show off her fresh wax.

Sasha raised her hands in mock surrender. “I’m just glad I didn’t have to go through what you did. I’m still sore just watching you!”

“Well, it's worth it!” Milana exclaimed with a wink. “You have no idea how satisfying it feels to be completely bare. I’m going to glide through the rest of my day… like a dolphin.”

The three of them reached the row of full-length benches near the lounge area, and they all paused to relax after the pain. Sasha turned to Mikasa. "So, Mika, how’s your skin? Feel like a new woman?"

Mikasa looked back down her robe before, snickering at what she saw. “You know what? Not bad. Not bad at all. I might actually enjoy being this smooth, and I think girls will like it too.”

Milana, grinning, sidled up next to Mikasa as she checked out her own reflection. “It’s like I’m a different person. I feel so sleek, you guys.” She gave her skin a little tap, as if admiring the baby-soft texture.

Sasha shot her a playful look. “Yeah, you feel different ‘cause that lady ripped off skin.”

“And cobwebs.” Mikasa added in as they both giggled, leaning into each other.

“Ha, Ha.” Milana mock-scowled, but then couldn’t help bursting out laughing. “Do not start though, I might’ve had cobwebs, but y’all each had about ten pounds of hair to shed.”

Mikasa, always the neutral party, just grinned as she ran a hand over her own skin. “At least we look like a bunch of models now. But seriously, it’s like we’ve all been reborn. Smooth skin, refreshed souls, good vibes. Spa days for the win.”

Sasha scooted back a little, still smiling, wanting to see her other friend too as she spoke. “I’m glad we did this together,” She said, glancing between Milana and Mikasa. “Even if I’ll never go through the pain again, it feels nice to just… enjoy each other’s company.”

Milana turned to her, her expression softening. “Yeah, I’m glad we’re all here, too. I know things have been a little weird with us, but this—today—feels good, right? Just us three. No drama, no stress.”

Sasha nodded, feeling the weight of their earlier conversation but also the warmth of the friendship that had never truly gone away. “Yeah, it feels really good.” The three of them sat there for a moment, admiring their smooth skin in the mirrors, the awkwardness of the past slowly slipping away as they focused on what mattered most, finding ice packs for their coochies.

Ony stepped through the spa’s glass doors, scanning the room for Milana, looking a bit out of place with his imposing figure. People were walking around him, trying to avoid his hardened gaze as he stood waiting. It wasn’t hard to spot her, as she came from a back room, her expression a little more relaxed than it had been earlier. As soon as their eyes met, her face softened into a smile, liting up as a sense of comfort returned to her.

“Hey,” She greeted him with a long hug, her voice light and filled with warmth after all the relaxation she endured. “Thanks for picking me up.”

Ony grinned, his tall frame swaying them slightly, rocking them back and forth as he held her for a moment, his arms wrapping around her in that familiar, loving way. “Hey, beautiful,” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. The gentleness of his embrace felt like the perfect antidote to soothe her soreness away.

As he pulled back, his eyes shifted to the two girls standing a little further off, Sasha and Mikasa. He couldn’t help but notice Sasha immediately stiffening at his presence. Her smile was tight, polite, but there was a clear tension in her posture, as though she didn’t know how to act around him after their earlier exchanges.

Milana noticed, too, but she gave Sasha an apologetic look before turning back to Ony. “How was the spa day?” His tone easy as he directed it over to the two, watching them linger awkwardly, exchanging glances.

Sasha’s expression faltered slightly at the sight of Ony, and she shifted on her feet, her usual ease with him slipping into something more uncomfortable. “Uh, hey, Ony,” She coughed out, a little too casually, as though unsure how to act after everything that had happened between them. “It was good.”

Ony noticed the awkwardness immediately, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t mention it, though, just giving Sasha a friendly nod. As he let go of Milana, he leaned down to give her a kiss to her lips, pecking softly, mindful of the fact that she was around her friends before walking towards the reception desk.

“Hey, how much?” He casually pulled out his wallet, his movements smooth and unhurried, and handed the spa receptionist his card.

“For her, just-”

“Nah, sorry. For all three.” That had everyone in the room perking up, especially considering the amount he had to pay to cover their entire day. Milana’s eyes widened in surprise. “Ony, you don’t have to-”

“It’s my pleasure, Ma.” Ony threw her a casual smile, happy seeing the way Sasha was beaming too. “Consider it a small gesture. You’re Milana’s friends, and I’m all for showing appreciation.” His voice had a playful but sincere tone as he glanced at Sasha, his smile not wavering.

Sasha’s awkwardness deepened, but she couldn’t help but smile back at his charm. “You’re sure?” She asked, still a little hesitant. “You know Connie doesn’t mind the extra charge on his card.” That at least got them to laugh things off a little.

“Positive,” Ony replied smoothly. “Just happy you’ve all been there for Milana, and that's worth something.” His eyes softened as he looked at his girl, watching her practically melt at his sweetness. Mikasa, who had been quietly observing, spoke up with a quiet but appreciative smile.

“Well, I can’t turn down a free spa day. That’s really kind of you, Ony.”

“It’s nothing,” He said it with a light shrug, swiping his card with no hesitation. “Glad you guys had fun.”

Sasha, still a bit unsure, relaxed slightly, her tension easing just enough to give Ony a grateful nod. “Well, if you insist… I guess we can’t say no.”

Milana, watching the interaction, felt a surge of gratitude for Ony’s generosity. The tension from earlier seemed to dissipate, replaced by a more comfortable atmosphere, though a sense of unease still lingered just beneath the surface, especially for Sasha.

“You’re amazing,” Milana said quietly to Ony, reaching to grasp his hand, the warmth of his gesture making her feel lighter. He held her back, pulling her into him to sling his arm around her, smiling all teasingly.

“Anything for you,” He replied, sincere with his radiant smile beaming down at her, then he turned back toward the door. “Alright, let’s get out of here. If you smile any wider I’ll start paying for other people’s massages.”

The girls nodded, laughing at his joke as they all waddled slightly behind him. It wasn’t all resolved, but with Ony’s thoughtful gesture, the heavy atmosphere was beginning to shift toward something a little more comfortable. And as they left the spa together, Milana couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief, even if the lingering tension with Sasha hadn’t disappeared completely. At least, for now, they were all in a better place.

More of Milana here 🎀

[bc-jpeg]

hello i love your art so much, do you perhaps have any tips on character design bc yours are so distinct to me? thank you <3

tysm, anon! I'm glad you like my designs, since you decided to ask me for tips <:D

actually, I don't consider myself very skilled in creating character designs, and I don't really feel like i’m focusing on this in my work, but from the outside view I really like watching this area in my favorite media. I don't know if I can give really working tips, they may not be suitable at all for your creative process and character vision.

here I’ll talk more about creating a design based on an existing image, like minecraft skins, where everything is shown in a very minimalistic way originally and you just have to work from it.

I try to focus as much as possible on the feeling of "is this thing actually suitable for the character or not?", trying to create some kind of composition in the overall design of the character so that everything is in its right place. and that's it, I guess..

I don’t like frequent themed designs that changes every arc/season/smth. in my opinion, yes, it can be beautiful, but it doesn't work at all in my head. some characters TEND to change clothes frequently, sometimes it's literally a character feature that explained by the plot, but it’s not for everyone, I feel. instead, I try to change the original design a little bit for various occasions. especially when you have a base of specific items of clothing, it's a lot of fun to try to keep the same clothes, but changing the shape, details, etc.

I don't like changing the canonical design much, for me it feels wrong by default. but it's still fun to adapt things to your own vision, the main thing is not to get carried away. these frames of the canon makes you think outside the box always, I love it.

logic and practicality are also important to me, simply because that's how I live my life. I’ll obviously choose something practical and comfortable for a daily physical work or a survival games, rather than something fancy. BUT at the same time, I want to do some ordinary practical details fancy still, because it's interesting in the context of practical design.

this doesn’t mean that I’ll assert every detail only on the logic basis, but most often it is so. I like the thinking process itself, how I can adapt a thing so that it works in design both visually and practically and works for the character’s essence.

+ personally, I really like asymmetry in designs, it looks interesting

therefore, I will probably highlight from my entire answer:

— focus on your sense of character, but do not forget about logic and practicality, it’s so useful sometimes.

— try to analyze the character as much as possible so that you can convey many features through their design. shapes and colors are the ultimate basis.

— often look at the design in full picture, so you don’t get some overloaded parts, otherwise the whole design falls apart

[sources with universal advices from professional character designers who have been in their industry for a long time will be useful here, you can find many videos on this topic on youtube]

— references. save as many references as you want, scroll through the pinterest feed at least once a day, there are many unexpected details that can be used to create a character design. artbooks for various media are a very cool thing for this, I dream of a collection of such books.

— if I work on something from scratch, it’s easy to draw a multiple versions of the same design, with some changes, just to see which of them is working the most. also always trying to analyse each of them, “what I like about this version? and what about that?” and etc. after the time you can find a perfect combo of each criteria you like from every versions.

— sometimes also you just have to give it a time, if you doubt some parts of the design.

I tried to think on something more to add here, but for now that’s it-

[diejager]

may i ask what's your thoughts on yandere horangi but like specifically just him (Konig excluded pls and thank you 😂)

Yandere Horangi

Headcanon

Pairing: Yan!Horangi x reader

Cw: yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, DARKFIC, non-con touching, punishment, forced relationship, tell me if I missed anything. Wc: 694

Horangi’s a cold and sarcastic guy, but Yan!Horangi has the added bonus of being mean and stupidly possessive.

Yan!Horangi could be laughing at something you did, be it a clumsy mistake or something he deemed ridiculous. He confronts you, glaring down at you with narrowed eyes filled with dark intent, something dangerous that has you shuddering, but you can’t talk back to him when he looks so menacing in his get up: mask pulled up to his nose, eyes gleaming under his red-rimmed glass, hood shrouding his face in darkness and his body exhuming death with his simple and minimalistic choice of clothes.

Yan!Horangi is cruel with his remarks, he demeans you, breaks you down for him to build up to something more profitable, more likeable to him. He prefers doing things hands-on, as he’s always done, moving you around as he deems fit, one hand on your shoulder, on your waist or the small of your back, anywhere he can touch you.

Yan!Horangi might be means and degrading, but it’s his way of showing KorTac who you belong to. As stated previously, he’s very physical, he isn’t shy of publicly touching you, manhandling you to his pleasure in front of his coworkers, uncaring of your enflamed and shamed flushed cheeks. He’s not bothered by how embarrassed and undignified you feel, you scratch and hiss, fight him whenever you can. He likes the fight, that feisty gleam in your eyes when you glare at him through your lashes and pouty lips, staring up at him with a subtle tremor.

Despite Yan!Horangi’s usual rough handling, he can be gentle, helpful and insightful. He might help you master or better understand a certain skill. If you have issues with a certain gun, he’d stand behind you, chest flushed to your back, hip to ass and him breathing down your neck. He takes training very personally, he expects you to commit to mind every word, every advice and every compliment, but he knows he’s demanding too much from you. He’s easy to understand, teaching with simple wording and visual cues to follow.

That, however, doesn’t stop Yan!Horangi from punishing you if you do something wrong, pulling you to his room to reprimand you for disappointing him. He has you kneeling before him, hands on your thighs, eyes downcast and lower lip pulled between your teeth. It’s a power play for him, to show you who’s in control in this self-proclaimed relationship he forced you into.

Yan!Horangi treats you as a pet behind closed doors, holding you on his lap, fingers carding through your hair and making you abide to his many rules. He’s finicky about it, easy to anger when you’re not doing things by his book. Although he has a few dozens, he only pushes for a few: don’t let other people touch you; don’t talk to anyone for too long; don’t spend too much time with someone who isn’t him, especially alone; don’t forget that you belong to him; and don’t forget to listen to his words. He’s especially hard on you to let people know that you’re his.

Yan!Horangi doesn’t want to be cared for, he has the money, the strength and the independence to live on his own, learning from his past gambling issues. He wants to care for you, that’s all he truly wants, to love and care for his little pet. Despite his wish to lock you up, to keep you to himself and deprive the world of your presence, he’s whimsically desperate, like a feline marking its possession, he likes when you smile, your crazed gleam when you return from a successful mission with him or another operator.

After all, Yan!Horangi is as in love with you sweet and submissive side, obediently listening to him after he pinned you to the ground, hissing at you, as he’s obsessed with your feral smirk, grinning as you cleave a man in half with a bloodthirsty gleam in your eyes, staring at him. You’re his pretty, pedigree cat, clean and posh, listening to him when he asked, yet bratty when you felt like it.

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[antinousletmehit]

The jobs and life styles gods and goddesses would have in modern era in your opinion?

୨୧┇cracks knuckles, I love these kinds asks KEEP THEM COMING🗣️🗣️

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୨୧┇ Zeus

Job: CEO of a multinational corporation.

Lifestyle: Lavish, living in a mansion with the latest technology. He’d definitely be the boss who throws lavish parties for his employees but only to find hot chicks to sleep with. If you work in his company its like an episode of the office

Hera

Job: Marriage counselor

Lifestyle: Polished and professional, she lives with Zeus but on the other side of the house

Poseidon

Job: Marine biologist or owner of a luxury business that rivals Zeus

Lifestyle: Loves being near the ocean and probably has a beachfront home. always spending his weekends deep-sea diving or sailing.

Demeter

Job: Organic farmer

Lifestyle: Lives in a cozy countryside farmhouse surrounded by sprawling gardens. She’s deeply connected to nature and often organizes eco friendly community events.

Athena

Job: Military strategist.

Lifestyle: Lives in a sleek, minimalist apartment with a library filled with books. She’s always involved in intellectual debates and advocates for justice.

Apollo

Job: A singer and actor

Lifestyle: Lives a glamorous, fast paced life, traveling constantly for gigs or concerts. His Instagram would be full of sunsets and artistic selfies.

Artemis

Job: Wildlife conservationist

Lifestyle: Prefers solitude, living in a cabin in the mountains or deep in the woods. She’s always off hiking, or camping

Ares

Job: Military officer

Lifestyle: Lives in a modern, industrial-style apartment and spends his days training, competing, or chasing adrenaline.

Aphrodite

Job: Supermodel,or beauty influencer

ifestyle: Luxurious and glamorous, with a wardrobe that could rival any celebrity’s. She’s the kind of person who turns heads wherever she goes and probably has millions of social media followers.

Hephaestus

Job: Engineer, or blacksmith,

Lifestyle: Lives in a workshop style loft surrounded by tools and half finished projects. He’s hardworking and inventive, though he prefers to stay out of the spotlight.

Hermes

Job: travel blogger

Lifestyle: Always on the move, he’s rarely home and loves exploring new places.

Hestia

Job: Chef, interior designer, or caretaker at a community center.

Lifestyle: Warm and nurturing, she lives in a cozy home filled with the smell of fresh baked goods. She’s everyone’s go to person for comfort and advice.

Hades

Job: Funeral director

Lifestyle: Lives in a dark, Gothic style mansion but secretly enjoys a peaceful, quiet life. He has a dry sense of humor.

Persephone

Job: Florist

Lifestyle: Balances her time between a bright, airy greenhouse and a moody, Gothic estate.

Dionysus

Job: Bartender, or nightclub owner.

Lifestyle: Lives a bohemian lifestyle, throwing parties but also enjoying quiet vineyard retreats.

Eros

Job: Dating app developer

Lifestyle: A hopeless romantic, he spends his time helping others find love while occasionally getting caught up in his own messy love life.

Nike

Job: Professional athlete or motivational coach.

Lifestyle: Energetic and goal oriented, she’s constantly working toward her next goal, and always complete her New Year’s resolutions.

Nyx

Job: Astrologer

Lifestyle: Lives in a quiet, secluded mansion and keeps a low profile.

Eris

Job: Reality TV producer or a Twitter influencer known for stirring up drama.

Lifestyle: Thrives in chaos, always moving from one scandal or prank to another.

Hypnos

Job: Sleep therapist or owner of a luxury mattress brand.

Lifestyle: Calm and laid back, he’s always encouraging others to relax and take it easy, though he sometimes naps through important meetings.

[yyawnjun]

Hii just read the 1 joshua prompt and rly wanted to request. Prompt no 5 of the household items with Joshua plss. Thankyou ❤️

hii beautiful!! super sorry for my lateness - hope you enjoy!! <3

Oh god, the house shopping hangout would feel like a whole date. I feel that the two of you would first list everything you needed, and then walk into the store full of energy.

Joshua holding your hand so you "don't get lost" in that giant place, and judging each piece of furniture together while choosing the best one for your home. Hear me out but I think he has the BEST taste ever. maybe a minimalist style, not too many colors and simple shapes.

oh I also think that during the the whole "date" in the store you two would appear like a married couple.

If you were shopping for your house it would suddenly become your and Joshua's home. "I think this couch is comfortable and large enough, it would be nice for me and you." or "I think you should get this bowl, mine for breakfast if it's broken". all advice that seems more for him than for you...

however, this boy would go crazy if you were buying items for when you two lived together; his eyes would be sparkling all day, and your hand would not leave his. maybe he might pay more attention to your tastes if it were for your home, but I'm confident that you two would eventually reach a compromise and accept what you both want.

and how much he'd love the evenings spent on the couch together, commenting on your purchasesndsakm

prompts ; event m.list

[9800sblog]

pick a card tarot reading

what do you wanna hear from your person?

sometimes, what we want is exactly what we need, let's find out!

pile 1

10 of pentacles, 7 of wands, page of swords, the empress reversed

you've got all it takes to finish it, you don't have to be a professional right now, the world is just a big classroom even teachers never leave school. it's ok to protect yourself and rest for now, or for the rest of your life, there are rules oppressive enough to be followed, everything's already been done, think of evolution, ask for help, chill with friends and family, with yourself, with animals, sit by a window, just don't let anybody make your life more complicated than it needs to be.

pile 2

strength, 2 of cups reversed, the star, 10 of cups

being messy is the cue for being healthy, crying, laughing, sneezing, vaccine, vegetables, dirt exists for a reason! don't try to be balanced or minimalistic, you either is or isn't, listen to your heartbeat and scream if that's what it feels like. grandparents, ancestors and history seem relevant, found family may be the thing you're missing. the vibes are very hippie communities. be your own clown, look in the mirror and hate yourself, everything passes. look at the sky when you miss something, life's brutal, planet earth is embarassing as hell, anything you do will pass.

pile 3

5 of cups reversed, the chariot, 4 of swords reversed, 3 of wands reversed

opposite vibes from the first pile, you don't have to plan anything, just do it! what is so wrong about following your gut? sometimes it tells us to vomit because we took something bad in. no need to follow someone's advice if you don't feel like it, you're the one living inside your head, you have to sleep with it, pick the ones you wanna be around and just follow where your feet takes you. trends pass then come back, generations die, we live in the future, nothing makes that much sense, leave it to those who know, or how the oppressive say "stick to the stuff you know".

pile 4

4 of pentacles, judgement, knight of pentacles, wheel of fortune reversed

pirates? steal back what's yours, you know when the time is right, you miss it, there's no shame in being jealous of what you once had. sometimes people play god when they lack control of their own lives, choose your character and play along! don't be hesitant to be creepy and embarrassing, you know that doesn't matter in a casket, what matters is how/what you feel and do when you feel alive. when we die, we become dust, where are you spending your eternity? what are you attractive to?

[rebeccablogs]

Vineyard Date 🌹

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Random Hobie Headcanons [Prt.1]

me screaming about Hobie Brown just existing like these are just random headcanons of him doing fuck all and chilling but uuhhh this is also so long i had to split it in two parts so this is part one

chronic hobie brainrot u know how it is _______________________________________________

He's actually a fairly high ranking member of the Society

I like to think that Hobie - like Jessica and Ben - has a high ranking position in the Society

Even though he didn't mean for this to happen

Hobie's really good at working with teams, and persuading people. He's been Spider-man for a while, plus he has unique experience

He broke the barrier that 3 spider-people couldn't - sorry Miles you didn't loosen anything

Hobie would probably just ace every mission. In like record time

Miguel and Lyla watching it go from HQ and Lyla's like 'Oh, he's gooodd.'

The watches get a bug and need an update - but low and behold, Hobie knew about the bug and fixed his watch weeks ago. Chumps.

They need advice in taking down a particular anomally and Hobie is the only one with ideas that work -

And sure he may take the piss out of everyone and walk around HQ like he either owns the place or is about to burn it down but they can't tell him anything

He's just that good

I could see him helping out new trainees (and radicalizing them), checking in on every new recruit to see if they have a place to stay.

And Miguel respects that. Miguel isn't heartless, he cares about the society. And even though Hobie isn't doing it for him he appreciates the work Hobie puts in

Miguel probably knows Hobie is friends with Gwen, and that he was the one who stepped up when Jess wasn't

He loves to read

It just makes sense

With all the knowledge of anarchy and stuff, I assume he kinda has to be

I love the idea of Hobie and worn paper-back books that he reads again and again

All well loved, all second (or third, or fourth-) hand.

I imagine he reads a lot of non-fiction, and his favorite genre is history

He doesn't know why, but his brain loves reading about it and understanding the communities that existed in different times

But there are some fiction favorites he has, The Giver being one of them

He donates all the ones he doesn't absolutely need, leaving a sticky note in the front cover with a comment, same way he left one on Gwen's new watch

Hobie is a minimalist in morals

But not like the 'all white-house' aesthetic, but like the 'choosing to live with and on less to respect yourself, people around you and the world'

Everything he owns is second hand, and he likes finding really old cheap stuff, cause it connects back to the history thing

Every couch he's ever owned he's found on a street curb

He doesn't have much clothes, most of the stuff he does have were gifts, or from bands and shows

Instead, he goes to community swap-meets, and swaps his clothes for new ones every couple of months

He LOVES seeing other people in the punk scene wearing a shirt he'd swapped months ago, knowing it's gotten a second life

Hobie genuinelly tries not to throw things away if he can help it. Not in a hoarders way, but in an environmentally respectful way.

If he doesn't want it, he'll barter it away, or gift it to someone who'd like it, or make something new.

Even if something is broken, he'll try to gift it to someone who can fix it than trash it. He'd rather leave his busted TV at the door of a repair shop than a back-alley dumpster

He's low food-waste too

He's like 'Miguel bruv we don't waste empanadas in this house' and takes them for himself

He tries to finish everything on his plate (past survival tactic), but now he'll save it for later. Hobie be tearing leftovers UP.

He makes the choice to not carry money

Connects to the minimalist thing, also an anti-capitalist thing

Hobie doesn't like carrying money. As a personal thing.

Fuck he look like keeping pictures of the Queen in his pocket - absolutely not.

He barters everything he can - and he's good at it. He has an extensive network in the underground punk scene of London, and everyone helps out everyone

Weirdly enough, I feel like if you were dating him he's always ask for a fiver or ten quid or something because he genuinely doesn't carry money or change but somehow he's carrying a rare swiss army knife from 1935

But on the inverse side, if he ever comes across money for some reason, he'll have you 'hold it' in you wallet (just give it to you)

To him, it doesn't matter. He doesn't want to be attached to it. It's genuinely a moral he tries to live by.

He loves cats

He has a picture of a cat on his nightstand in his intro

I bet he has multiple indoor cats

But I also imagine Hobie being really interested and connected in the street cats in the neighborhood he lives and frequents (bonus point if cats are his special interest!)

He names them and knows their faces. Feeds them and checks up on them, tries to take care of them best he can

The ones who get hurt or a little old or weak become boat-cats, and they come live with him

He'll feed them fish from the river - and they always eat before he eats breakfast

None of them have bells or collars, they're not his pets - they're his little friends

He had 'weird' but practical eating habits

Hobie eats standing up.

He'll open the fridge and eat right there. He'll set the bowl on the table then stand in front the TV eating. He goes to the food court and doesn't sit down, just walks about

He's use to eating on the street, so to him, it's comfortable

He grew up going to Gregg or Tesco and eating outside. Grabbing something from the chip shop and scranning it as fast as he can before the rain starts coming down

He actually likes food, and wish he could get more into it - but fuck, he'll never be like those snobs that eat $500 dollar dishes at shitty restaurants

Small routines

In the morning, he takes the boat to the docks. Brush his teeth and get ready for the day

Next he feeds the cats that stay by the water, eating breakfast and playing records

He doesn't make his bed, but he checks all the parts of the boat's engine, just a good once over, and makes sure everything's running right

And then he HAS to say hi to all the people on the docks who know him - old men who'd been working there for decades, delighted when Hobie offered to help them unionize

He always reads before bed too, or on restless nights, he writes songs - practices new songs.

if you read this far, thanks! let me know if any of this mattered at all or if youre like 'sib what does any of this got to do with anything of importance bye have a good day and/or night

[lesmana-enterprise-ltd]

~If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!~

(OP) Okay this is interesting. Let’s do this!

Fact 1

Where do I get all the ideas for my builds?

1. Travel

Be it vacations or occasional business trips, I always come accross minimalist buildings that has their own charm to it.

2. Where I Live

I live in Jakarta, Indonesia. Minimalist buildings are pretty much everywhere, and people here seems to draw architectural inspiration pretty from everywhere accross the world.

*took this picture last night on my walk back from work thinking on how I can incorporate the LED light on the building on the right to sims 4*

Fact 2

No I’m not an architect. But lots of people I know in my circle are. Let’s just say I work within the property industry.

Fact 3

All the builds I make has its layout checked by an architect 🤣. This person usually will give me advices or corrections, to make the space more liveable and realistic.

Let’s see how far this goes!

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@opulentsims

@farfallasims

@magnoliapromenadegalleria

@vagabond-simmer

@liyasmoon

[mrghostrat]

psa if you send me an ask and it never sees the light of day, please don't take it personally. i read every single message (i crave them. i yearn) but when i say i don't like spamming my dash i am anxiously serious. i hate posting a lot at once, have a visceral aversion to long posts (despite tumblr giving us a perfectly good J key), and don't like to speak if i have nothing to say.

then i feel anxious about 'ignoring' people thphtfdsj it's a lose/lose i'm sorry i'm a nightmare to engage with

if you send me a compliment or reaction to a fic chapter, i will adore it but probably won't post it (unless i can reply privately).

if you send me something long with pictures and paragraphs, i will adore it but feel anxious about posting it, then put it off for so long that it just stays in my inbox forever.

if you send me a question but it's buried under paragraphs, i will also feel anxious about posting it if i've already posted a lot that day, so i might take a few days to answer

but if you've sent me a question (especially an advice one) and i don't reply immediately, it's 100% because i'm intending to sit down and give it my undivided attention, and am just waiting for a day that i can spend on it

i know tumblr isn't meant to be a neat minimalist gallery viewing experience, but i am a naturally quiet person who flusters in messy conditions and worries about being too loud, even in this silent text based format.

it's not just asks: my queue is limited to twice a day (just bumped it to 3, since the end of the queue was due for MARCH) and i have over 100 posts in there just because i don't want to spam when i'm online. is why i live in the tags. and even though i reblog things willy nilly, i'm adamant to tag all my original posts (whether it's wips or personal or selfies) so the knowledge that they're easily blacklistable makes me feel less guilty about babbling.

[queenbeewrites]

Love Equals To Domination /chapter 1./

femdom short story

DESCRIPTION

Riku's tears ignite a primal hunger in Ziya. Driven by a desperation to connect, she explores the dangerous edges of desire, where love and obsession, submission and control, intertwine. How far will she go to love and to feel loved

*****

December was taking its first steps, soaking the roads and dressing society heavily in its style, causing roughness and blush to the skin. It decorated the glass windows and glass doors with dreamy fog, and once again popularized hot steaming food.

The twelfth month had turned the moon brighter and colder, which shone every night in its different clothes.

As usual, the moon was hanging in the sky, sprinkling silver through the glass window of the kitchen, upon the bubbling tomato curry on the stove that perfumed the wooden furnished, simply artistic, and minimalist apartment with a scrumptious and spicy aroma. Boiled potatoes chopped into bite-size pieces steamed on the chopping board with a bowl of boiled chickpeas beside it.

In the living room, where the bubbling of the curry could not reach ears, an Indian chef in a cooking show, stirring the pot, advised adding chopped coriander leaves to the freshly cooked chickpea curry.

A bundle of cookbooks on Indian cuisine delivered thirty minutes ago, sat upon the Kotatsu, adjacent to the bowl full of fresh oranges, bought the same day.

Riku, a young man of twenty-three, sitting under the warmth of the Kotatsu, right before the television, could not pay much attention to the advice of the chef, for his black eyes were focused on the orange, his thick fingers carefully peeling it.

He unthreaded the orange from the whites, wiped his hands onto his pink apron, which made him look even bigger, and with his experienced fingers brushed his black silk,y and tired hair away from his eyes, allowing his keen vision to decorate the orange on the dish in the shape of a flower.

Riku had transferred from Japan to India, to learn about the cuisine and art form of India. From his merciless to neck-cracking height, broad shoulders, thin waist, sharp eyes, and sharper jawline, he seemed a thug. However, he was unlike his stone physic and was a mismatch with his sharp features.

He spoke gently, smiled often, both with his eyes and his teeth, and cooked with passion. He was a warm friend and a caring boyfriend. These qualities had popularized him during college and kept him away from loneliness. These same qualities also intrigued Ziya.

Ziya, a woman of 25 years old, was born and raised in the lands of India and was as gorgeous as any man's dream, an outstanding literature student during college. She spoke like her slender figure, had trust in herself taller than her height, smiled like her gorgeous brown eyes, and moved like her black layered and long strands.

She had not many, but a few friends, dear and aid to her in times of need, and also a declaration of her distaste for socializing.

She was sitting behind him under a warm blanket, on the warm setting they had created, the size of a large bed, and just a few inches from the ground.

Upon Riku's orange offering, she expressed politely, denied without looking at the warm expression on Riku's face, and went back to writing on her laptop, with soft music playing in her ears through the heavy headphones.

Riku's arm remained still for a second before he rolled it back and placed the dish on the table, staring through the pieces of the orange as if he were trying to understand the formation of the color orange.

He inhaled sharply and exhaled with the same strength, then stood tall and went into the kitchen to finish cooking the chickpea curry.

He had been learning how to cook the curry for a while now, never putting it into the pan. That day was the first he had ever served her, something unusual to his taste.

At the dinner table, he eagerly questioned the taste of the curry, and she simply answered that it tasted good. He felt happy at the accomplishment and wished to know if she would like to eat something else as he had gotten magazines on Indian cooking. But she suggested he cooked whatever he wished.

It had been happening for a while now. She had stopped demanding him to cook for her. She said she's happy with anything he cooks.

She repeated herself when he asked once again, washing dishes with her, her hands an inch away from him, but his eyes glued on her.

His body was finicky throughout the whole time, his skin was sizzling with tender sensation, a reaction he always showcased before she caressed his body in her arms while washing dishes, soiling the counter with water everywhere.

She'd seize him from behind and kiss his neck tenderly, making him giggle and soil himself like a little girl. The occurrence was as usual as the moon.

But maybe the moon had not risen that night, for she wiped her hands with the kitchen towel, done with washing, and left him staring at her before disappearing into the bedroom.

Those same dense eyes kept staring at her when he was cuddled up in her arms under the darkness of the night until she unwrapped her arms from his curled-up body and turned her back on his face.

No reaction seized his features. He just kept staring until his eyes took him to the day they had shifted to that apartment after a decision to live together.

He was reminded of that night when she fondled him until it was morning, how she fondled him each day before that day, and also three months after that night.

He reminisced about the moment when she was unboxing her books to place them accordingly in the new apartment and suggested that she'd do his unpacking as well if he cooked her something spicy.

She always used to demand spicy food, the polar opposite of him, and had never eaten more than two spoonfuls of something sweet until she had met him.

He was reminiscing about the time when she would bring him all kinds of sweets each time she'd go out with her friends each Saturday.

Would she bring something today? He wondered like usual of his routine each Saturday evening, disposing of the dried-up orange he had peeled yesterday for her, while she was going through many handbags of different colors to carry for the night.

It was the day when she would meet her two friends, Rahul and Amara. These two were the only ones that could help her solve the questions and difficulties of her mind, for no one ever understood or fathomed to perceive her to ever be in trouble.

After being confused between the bag of an orange color and black, she came to choose the darker shade and suggested Riku sleep early, alarming him about the dirty patch on his pink apron.

That day she returned home, late at night, at 12 o'clock, when everything was quiet and dark inside the apartment. Only the dim light of a lamp near the Kotatsu was beaming. He had forgotten to turn it off.

She noticed the lamp and proceeded to turn it off, when her ears picked up muffling noises, coming from the bedroom, right beside the kitchen.

Bewildered, she stood quietly outside the bedroom, breathing silently, and pressed her ear to the door, to hear clearly. She heard Riku choking back on tears. 

Upon hearing his trembling noises of tears, her fist tightened up around the string of the bag, her toes curled up inside her shoes, and her breaths halted for a second.

For a while she just stood there, just listening to her lover cry inside the bedroom. She kept standing as if in a trance even after he stopped crying and turned off the light.

She slept under the Kotatsu that day, wearing the same clothes, and when she woke up, she found him cooking in the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

Her clothes had wrinkled up, and her hair was a mess, but at least she had not been cold the whole night. When he noticed her standing beside the kitchen counter, he quickly began combing her hair with his fingers, caring and loving as always, while she quietly kept staring at his swollen and red eyes.

"Why did you sleep here?" He questioned, caressing her face as if he was putting it back into the perfect shape it finessed and then offered warm water to drink.

That day she kept hazily staring at him at any chance she got but did not say anything much. In fact, she talked less than the other days, for her attention was on the redness of his eyes.

She tried warming and wiping the redness off of his eyes with her thumbs when he was leaving to meet his friends, but she could not succeed and had to watch him leave with that redness.

END OF CHAPTER 1.

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