#DON'T EVER SAY IT'S OVER IF I'M BREATHIN

[svtskneecaps]

doomposting this sadness that shut up purgatory 1 badboyhalo and lil nas x "star walkin" i'm right

[heterochromatica]

Problem solving is not his strongest suit or at least that's what he thinks of himself most of the time. Even as a pro-hero. Thankfully when emergencíes arise Shoto is equipped with admittedly incredible reflexes and reliable gut-feelings on how to deal with it.

With a swoop of his arm and a stomp on the ground the road ahead of him turns into a solid crystalline surface and the temperature around them drops several degrees, his icy breath forming small puffs of frozen air as he closes in on them. This was the chance he had been waiting for. Chasing a car until they took a turn where he could finally get ahead and block their path. Frozen spikes, crawling up the skyscrapers, covering up the road, blocking the gaps between the buildings, creeping over the paths, the streetlamps, the sidewalks.

He's learned to control his quirk well enough to avoid any human beings in it's path when applying it to such a large area, but that did cost him a lot of energy. Well, up and downsides.

Now that the villains way of escape is blocked, they will have to either face him together or scatter and try to run for the hills, first and foremost they will have to exist their car and as if on cue, they do. The doors fly open and people pile out. Their vehicle is uselessly stuck in ice now.

They are many and he's alone but he's handled less fortunate situations. He's not a teenager anymore, he knows how to fight at a disadvantage for as long as necessary. He's already called for back-up too, but he doesn't know how long it's gonna take for anyone to reach him in this urban canyon with people panicking in a stormy ocean of screaming faces, crying and yelling. Shoto has to take it all in, consider it carefully, trying to think ahead. The thing he's most worried about, is people getting caught in the crossfire, he will have to avoid that at all costs.

[ask-icyhot-and-dynamight]

BakuTodo Lovechildren

Meet Haruki and Daiki <3

We're still working out the details right now but that's the draft for them <3

[heterochromatica]

Shoto just nodded, watching as Katsuki typed down the names they had gathered. So far, so good. "I want to send them letters, if that's okay with you? We can print the text that's the same for everyone and sign them by hand to make them feel personal?"

He leaned back against his soon-to-be-husband with a soft hum, shifting slightly to press a kiss to the other mans head. "Yeah sounds good. I would love the beach but depending on the weather that's hit or miss." Shoto paused, looking at their potential guest list and frowned slightly before he added:

"We should probably chose something not too far from home, if we want everyone on that list to be able to attend?" Sure, it was their once in a life time experience and picking some fancy location was tempting but, considering that a lot of their supposed guests worked in the educational sector, they would have to take a day off already anyway and a long distance trip seemed somewhat unreasonable? Besides, they could pick something fancy for their honeymoon instead?

"What do you want, maybe we can look for ideas online?" Maybe they could find something they found suitable?

Katsuki was glad Shouto approved of his plan. "Good," he said. He reached over and gave Shouto's hand a squeeze. After a moment, he pulled it back to type the other names onto the list.

"Wanna invite Edgeshot too," he replied. After all, if Edgeshot hadn't helped save his life, there'd be no wedding to celebrate. "And maybe Burnin'?" At least one other person from Shouto's old man's agency should come, right?

He typed those names into the document before looking over at his ex-boyfriend again. "It's just a lot to plan, and I don't wanna half-ass anything." He smiled a little. "I mean, I'm excited about it obviously, but I wanna make sure everything goes perfect."

He leaned over, pressing their shoulders together. "Like, where would you wanna have the venue? At a resort by the beach? At some fancy ryokan? Anywhere else?" Katsuki briefly nuzzled Shouto's shoulder. "I was thinking something not directly in nature, but somewhere at least close... with a pretty view..."

[m-musings]

okokokok, i LOVE how you wrote the overwatch boys, and I have a kind of long-winded request for Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji, and (if you write for him) Ramattra:

their s/o was previously a test subject for Talon experiments, something they have nightmares about. how would the boys react to their partner having one of said nightmares and trying to attack the person trying to wake them up.

ik this is kinda specific, but thank you if you write it! ♡♡♡♡

A/n: oooo this is a good request, let's hope my angsty writing chops are up to par bcuz i really hope this lives up to what you want (hcs under the cut!)

Warnings: general angst, accidental physical violence, mentions & implications of past torture (also op doesn't really know how to write nightmares/night terrors asdfghjkl) Word Count:1586

Headcanons: Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo and Ramattra with a Former Talon Test Subject S/O (Separate)

Cassidy:

When Cassidy awakes in the middle of the night to the sound of you fiercely muttering at no one, its safe to say he's concerned.

He listens for a moment as you make alarmed noises, trying to discern what exactly is going on.

After turning over to flip on the light, he glances over at your sleeping form thrashing around with your brow furrowed in terror.

"N-no... get a...away f-from me..." Cassidy hears you say clearly, getting more worried by the second.

As he begins to reach over to try and rouse you from your slumber, the volume of your voice grows from a to an earsplitting shriek.

As you keep screaming, you start becoming combative, slapping and punching at Cass while somehow still asleep.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey! Jus' h-hold on a darn second here!" He says as he tries to block your attacks by grabbing your hands.

"No! NO! Let me out!" You wail as tears start streaming down your cheeks.

"Darlin', it's a dream, you gotta wake up! I'm here, just open your eyes!"

Debating between forcing you to wake up and just continuing to reassure you and talk you down from the fear, he decides that the latter is probably going to be the safest for both of you.

After a several minutes long struggle, you slowly stop trying to fight Cole as your once frantic breathing begins to return to its normal pace.

Your tired eyes begin to blink open as the last bit of panic leaves your body in a few small gasps. When you fully regain consciousness, Cassidy sighs in relief as realization begins to sink into your thoughts.

"Are you okay, what the hell happened there?!" Questions Cole as he smooths his hands over your hair.

Choking out a small sob, you gently grasp his bicep to try and ground yourself as more tears begin to fall from your eyes.

"Cass, I-I'm sorry... I- I was back in Talon and the pain j-just wouldn't stop!"

His heart drops at the mention of the evil organization, knowing what kind of awful treatment you went through while kept there.

"I tr-tried to get away but I just.... couldn't! It was awful!" You whisper as you cross your arms over your chest.

"Darlin' I'm so sorry... I am so sorry..." Cole responds faintly before carefully pulling you into a hug.

The room grows still again for a moment, with only the sound of your hushed weeps filling the air.

"I don't wanna go back, please don't let them take me!" You cry into Cole's shoulder as he holds you close.

"No, no, you won't. I swear that as long I'm breathin', I will always make sure you never have to go through that ever again."

Genji:

Genji is all too familiar with nightmares. During the first couple years after his confrontation with Hanzo, he would very frequently have them. He's been through that whole song and dance a million times before.

Which is the reason he immediately knows what's happening when he wakes to the sound of your screams next to him.

He rushes to throw your shared quilt off and make sure you're okay, getting punched once or twice in the process.

After the nightmares pass and you calm down enough to speak, Genji is right there to comfort you.

"It's alright, my love, it is over now... Are you okay?" He questions as he holds one of your palms in his.

You shake your head no as you take several sharp breaths in and out.

"I was there again... in that-that godforsaken lab with fucking Moira prodding at me like cattle! It felt li-like it would never end! I can't go through that again!"

"And you don't have to. I don't know all of what happened to you, but I promise you will never have to face it on your own. I'm here to help you however I'm able to."

As the fearful adrenaline steadily leaves your veins, Genji brings your hand up to his chest so you could feel his heart beating just beneath his cybernetics.

"I love you and will sit here with you as long as you need me too."

With a sad, shaky laugh, you nod and you take your hand back in order to wrap yourself around him.

He does the same in turn as you embrace him ever so slightly tighter before he ushers for you to lay back down together so you can get some much needed sleep.

Pulling the blanket back over your bodies, he scooches in a little closer and begins to hum softly in the hopes of lulling you into a nightmare-less slumber.

Watching as your eyes begin to flutter closed again, he hears you mumble something just before you doze off.

"Thank you, Genji... I love you too."

Hanzo:

Hanzo already has trouble sleeping himself, so when your nightmares come around, he's already wide awake.

As you toss and turn underneath your blanket, he tries to calm you down by running his hand over you head, not caring if he gets hurt by your unintentionaly violent movements.

Once the night-terror ends, you start holding your face in your hands and rock back and forth as Hanzo rubs assuaging circles on your back.

"My dear, what can I do? How do I make the fear stop for now?" The archer inquires as you continue to shake in place.

"I don't know, Han... every time I close my eyes, all I can see is the lights and the wires and the needles... It won't go away no matter how hard I try. I just want them to be gone." You state, anxiously starting to press at your temples.

With a noiseless sigh escaping from his lips, Hanzo moves closer to place an arm across your shoulder and rest his forehead against your head.

"I am sorry for not being there with you. If I were able to change history, I would have gone to great lengths to rescue you."

As you begin to cry at his admission, he places a delicate kiss atop your head.

"I would never ask you to do something that dangerous for me. I couldn't bear it if something happened to you..." You sob out as you bury yourself into Hanzo's side.

Hanzo is quick to wrap his other arm around you, offering a comforting squeeze before ushering you into his lap.

"You wouldn't ever have to ask for my help. I would trade my life for yours if it meant that no more harm would come to you."

Ramattra:

It's uncommon for Omnics to dream- let alone have nightmares- so the first one you have around Ramattra? It comes as a bit of a shock to him.

When he hears you yell, he all but rockets out of his reboot cycle to scan the room for any hidden threats to your safety.

After seeing nobody there but the two of you, he glances down to see you- fast asleep but clawing at the air like a trapped animal scratching at a predator.

He then decides to do a scan of your vitals, just to make sure you aren't in any immediate medical distress. The scan reveals to him that your heartrate and breathing are through the roof.

Just as he's about to cross the room to try and wake you up, you shoot up from your fitful rest with a loud inhale as you slam your hands down onto the mattress below.

Swiftly joining your side on the bed, he cautiously turns your visage towards him as he goes to brush a few stray strands of hair out of your face.

While your eyes try to adjust to the low light of your room, you call out Ramattra's name, receiving a modulated but relaxing shush from his vocalizer.

"Calm yourself, pet, I'm right here. Now, tell me what has happened."

As you take a moment or two to collect yourself and come down from your frenzy, you gaze up to meet the faint glow of his faceplate emitting from his eyes.

"It's Talon; they... tormented me... a long time ago. Had me chained down as a doctor injected chemicals into me before he began flushing them out and started the whole process over again..."

Watching as you barely manage to hold back tears, His joints all seem to freeze in place as fury begins to creep in and take over all his systems.

"They need to suffer for their misdeeds. Who are they?..." He presses, his voice now hauntingly deeper than before .

"I don't know their names, and even if I did, I would do everything in my power to forget them."

An uneasy silence fills the space between you two, staying there for a minute before the large Omnic grunts and lifts you into his arms.

"I am sorry for what you had to go through. Just know that if any pain ever comes your way again, the offenders shall be personally dealt with." Ramattra claims as he rests his faceplate against your jaw.

Relishing in the cool feeling of his metal features against your warm skin, you nod appreciatively before he begins to lightly sway you to and fro.

Watching as you drift back to sleep, Ramattra makes a mental note to hunt down the Talon members who hurt you the next time he meets his allies. He wouldn't and will not stand for the mistreatment of the only human he has ever cared about.

[createdbytragedy]

LOVE

Pairing: Lee Minho x reader Warning: A few curse words, mostly in Minho's pov , Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Minho hasn't found the right word to explain his feeling to you yet, so in the meantime love will have to do.

"I love you." For him, meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and realizing instantly that it will become his favorite. You came into Minho's life like a fucking savior in your white dress and halo. You looked at him like there was anything in him worth looking at. You made him feel so many things he can't explain.

You understood his feelings when he didn't understand his own. That's why you were the one to confess to him under the moonlight that day. "I love you, you know," you said so casually while looking at him with a smile on your face. Like it didn't make his heart thump so loud and fast he swore you could hear it, like it wasn't what he was longing to hear all those years. When Minho just stared at you with eyes you couldn't actually read just this time, you smiled. Taking his hand. "You don't have to say it back. I didn't tell you that to hear it back. I only said it so you know. That I'm always here for you. " If only you knew what goes through his mind that night. The look you couldn't read in his eyes were because no one has ever looked at you with so much love and adoration. It was love, different than the rest. Minho didn't love you. Oh, no. He feels things for you much beyond what love can explain. So, he stayed quiet that night. It was the same night he laid in bed, tossing and turning with nothing but you on his mind. Your eyes, where he sees all the stars shining together . Your hair that blows along with the wind the day he first met you. You had a smile worth dying for but, oh, when you laughed. Minho remembers reaching under his pillow for his phone that night, staring at your contact before gaining the courage to click it. The brightness on his phone illuminate the dark room and the call echoed through the quiet room. His heartbeat paced up and he feels this immense feeling he never felt before. "Hello?" your voice made his brain go fuzzy, he sprang up, feet touching the cold floor as he sit on his bed, holding the phone to his ear as he struggled to control his heavy breathing. "(y/n)," he called, your name sounding so divine and celestial on his tongue. He heard you shift. You were probably in bed. Obviously it's 3:00 in the morning. Only an idiot in love would be up at this hour. "Minho?" your voice sounded groggy and a little bit concerned, " what's wrong, min?"

Minho tried. He tried to find a word stronger than love that could explain his feelings. A word that could enlighten you the things you do to him and how much he loves it. A word that could capture the beauty he sees in you or at least come close to it. But, he found none. So, he guess, love, is the word this world has to offer to such a divine and ethereal beauty like you. "I love you, too......" he breathed out. His heart was beating so fast and loud it almost hurt. You went silent for a moment. "I'm sorry I didn't say it back earlier but I -" "Don't tell me that through a phone, you coward," you had said half laughingly. He could feel the joy in your voice and it made a smile crept on his face," Meet me at the bridge and tell me that right at my face." Minho has never gotten to his feet as fast as he did now. A full on smile gleaming on his face as he did so. "On my way, my love. " he heard you laughing through the phone, probably getting ready too. The most beautiful sound in the world.

With that he threw a jacket over his white tee and dashed to the door. For once, he didn't stop to pet his cats as he wore his shoes and slammed the door shut.

That night, he ran. He ran for love. He ran for you. He ran to you. The bridge wasn't far and the chilly winds of October hit his senses. It seemed like all his days spent at the gym was for this moment. To run to you. He feels himself breathing heavily but he didn't stop. The fast beating of his heart was from either the tiring race he was running right now or the fact that he was racing to you. Both seemed like a valid reason. His feet come to a halt when he sees you already standing there. You smiled at at, looking at him, panting and hair disheveled from the wind. And he looked at you, standing under the moonlight once again like a fucking angel in your grey sweatshirt and plaid pyjama pants. He feet took slow steps towards you, breathing returning to normal but his heart was full of a catastrophic whirlwind of emotions – overwhelming love that may be unbearable. With each step, the growing pain in his heart started to intensify.

Before he knew it, you opened your arms and he fell into them like the snowfalls in December.

It felt warm. You felt warm and it felt like home, right between your two arms. The blowing wind and the occasional passing of vehicles filled the short silence of the night as Minho bathed in your warmth. You were there and that was all he needed for the rest of his life. Hesitantly, he pulled away to look at your gorgeous face, adorned with the smile he'd die for. He couldn't help but return it. And now he knew why there were no stars in the sky that night because they were all inside your eyes, shining at him. And he knew why the moon always looked so beautiful, it was because the moon is just a reflection of your beauty. "I love you," Minho tells you while looking into your eyes, just the way you tell him to and he didn't need you to say it back. Your eyes already told him so, that's why his arms pulled you closer and attached your lips with his. He kissed you. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it but simply because he couldn't have done anything else to make up for the lack of love his words needed. He closed his eyes and so did you. His left hand held your face with tender hands and his other hand held your palm to his chest. Right where his heart was located. And you can feel it beating trough your palms, telling you all the things words can't say. And he held your waist as you snaked your arms around his neck and said," I love you too." He smiled. Contently. Happily and purely.

Then, you stood at the bridge, looking at the moon while he was looking at you.

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Warm Bodies

pairing: otis x gn!reader

summary: in which you don't want to sleep alone so you find yourself seeking out otis's room in the middle of the night

warnings: mentions of dead bodies, a bit of dry humping

a/n: since this has basically been my bedtime scenario for the last few nights, i figured i'd turn it into a little fic. i feel like otis might be a little bit out of character in it i'm not sure but i hope you enjoy! :)

word count: 763

Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears as you stood outside Otis's door, your fingers curled around the handle. You'd been standing like this for the last five minutes, unsure on whether you wanted to disturb him. You just didn't know what to do.

You'd been lying awake in your make-shift bed downstairs for the past few hours, the same tormenting thoughts circling around your mind. Otis was the only one who could ever shut them up, which was why you'd found yourself creeping up the stairs towards his room.

You took a nervous breath, finally deciding to turn the door knob, the click of the door opening making you flinch.

You quietly stepped into the room, and Otis remained where he was on the bed, unmoving. You almost considered just turning around and walking straight back out the door when he hadn't woken up. But you supposed the worst he could do was kill you, so you might as well see this through.

You carefully reached a hand out, skating your fingers along his forearm.

"Otis," you whispered.

You almost fell backwards when he suddenly jerked up in the bed, his hand roughly catching your wrist as he glared at you in the dark. "What the fuck are you doin' in here?"

"I can't sleep."

"Okay, well let me help you with that. Go back downstairs, lay the fuck down, and close your goddamn eyes."

"You know what? Fuck you." You hissed, shaking your wrist free and turning around, deciding that this whole thing was pointless, considering he was an asshole.

"Alright, wait," he said then, stopping you in your tracks. "Just─get back here."

You did as he said, turning and walking back towards the bed.

"Why can't you sleep?" He sighed.

"I dunno, I guess my mind won't shut the fuck up."

"I know the feelin'," he answered, a breath of laughter leaving his lips. "But what'd you want me to do about it?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Excuse me?" He questioned, his glare only seeming to return now as he remained propped up on his side.

"You know what, never mind. I'll just go back downstairs."

You turned around to leave but you were quickly stopped when you felt his fingers curl around your wrist, pulling you back.

Otis didn't say anything as you stood there staring at him, but he shifted back on the bed slightly, creating a space beside him.

"Well, come on then," he complained. "Don't just fuckin' stand there."

You quickly situated yourself in the space next to him then, a sudden warmth spreading through your chest when you felt his breath on your shoulder.

"You know, you're lucky I've been sleeping alone these past few nights."

"Those girls are no good for you anyway," you scoffed, a tinge of jealousy creeping over you.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Well they ain't breathin' for a start," you told him. "It might do you good to have a warm body in your bed for once."

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"Well...they can't do this," you spoke softly, as you reached a hand down between your bodies, ghosting your fingers over his already growing erection.

"What else can't they do?" He chuckled, his beard scraping against your arm as he shifted closer slightly.

"They can't do this," you answered, leaning closer to him and brushing your lips against his.

You'd always had something close to a connection with Otis, something that seemed to run a little deeper than just a mutual attraction. He gave you pieces of himself, and in return you gave him everything.

You allowed him into your body, and into your mind...and into your heart. It wasn't love, you knew that. But it was definitely something. An invisible string that seemed to tie you to each other.

He wasn't like this with the girls he imprisoned here. He didn't allow them to feel his breath on their skin, and he certainly didn't allow them the control he allowed you. It made you feel special somehow.

"Would you care to show me what else you can do that they can't?" Otis smirked, running a hand down your thigh.

You simply nodded, swinging your leg over his hip and pushing him onto his back, pulling a low groan from his throat when you began to gently move your hips against him.

"You know, I'm startin' to think you may have a point," he groaned, his fingers digging into your ass. "Havin' a warm body in my bed is actually real fuckin' nice."

[Main Masterlist]

[heterochromatica]

When Kaji still didn’t move, one of the men reached for him. The mistake was instant. Without a word, Kaji raised his hand, and a rush of blue-white flames erupted from his palm....

Just before the freezing flames could reach the thugs, a enormous wave of ice washed over them. Within the blink of an eye man sized pillars of ice flooded the narrow back alley they stood in, freezing them in place, crawling up their legs, until they were covered in ice up to their shoulders. The spikes easily towering over them, almost the size of the buildings left and right. Maybe he want a bit overboard with those, but better safe than sorry in this case.

Shoto had been looking for those bastards for a while now.

The pro-hero casually walked towards them as if it was the most normal thing to do. He was wearing his dark blue hero-suit, quite similar to the one he had worn during highschool. His long dual colored hair tied into a tight, high ponytail at the back of his head, steam rising from his shoulders as his body regulated it's temperature after that massive output of ice.

"Good day." he greeted just as casually, waving a hand at them. "You better stop thrashing and safe your energy for keeping yourself warm. Encased in ice like that, you only have about fifthteen minutes before your body will start to develop severe frostbite." he informed them, his voice calm and polite, watching as their resistance died down, their faces paling as Shoto continued: "You two are under arrest. You retain the right to remain silent."

Only when that was done, he turned towards the third stranger who had evaded his flash-freeze-tsunami, impressive or lucky, both was possible. Somehow he looked familiar, not just because of the wings on his back, reminding him of a certain bird-like ex-hero but also because of his overall appearance. What an odd feeling.

"I'm sorry to have interrupted you with whatever you had been doing here?" while talking, Shoto reached into his pocket, retrieving his pager in order to alert the nearby police officers to come get the villains and properly arrest them. He did have some handcuffs on him, but he didn't like to use them if not strictly necessary.

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Open to all MHA/BNHA fans (readers, OC, canon characters)

It's my first RP here. Forgive me if things get messy😊

The bustling streets of Musutafu were alive with energy, as they often were during the late evening rush. Neon signs flickered against the darkening sky, illuminating shopfronts, cafes, and the steady flow of people. Vendors called out their wares, laughter and chatter filled the air, and cars honked impatiently as pedestrians crossed the busy intersections. It was the heartbeat of the city, vibrant and unstoppable.

But away from the chaos of the main roads, the narrow alleys whispered a different story. Shadows clung to the brick walls, and the noise of the city dulled to a faint hum. It was here, in the dim, forgotten corners, that something moved.

A figure stepped silently through the gloom, his black hair catching faint streaks of light that filtered through the cracks. His wings, dark as midnight with a faint blue shimmer, folded neatly against his back, casting ominous shapes against the walls. The young man, no older than sixteen, moved with calculated ease, his turquoise eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. A chill seemed to follow in his wake, an unnatural cold that made even the still night air feel sharp and biting.

Kaji Black stopped at the mouth of the alley, his gaze fixed on the thrumming masses beyond. He didn’t step into the light, content to observe from his shadowy perch. His expression was calm, almost indifferent, though his piercing eyes missed nothing. Couples walked hand in hand, a group of teenagers laughed loudly as they passed, and a man in a suit hurried past with his phone pressed to his ear. They were all so unaware, so absorbed in their own lives. Kaji’s lips twitched into a faint smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Oi, kid,” a gruff voice cut through the quiet, dragging Kaji’s attention to the three men stepping into the alley. They were scruffy, older, with the kind of confidence that came from too many nights of intimidating weaker prey. “What’s a pretty boy like you doin’ all alone in a place like this?” one sneered, his tone dripping with mockery.

Kaji didn’t respond, his icy gaze locking onto the speaker with unsettling calm.

“Think you’re tough, huh?” another man growled, stepping closer. “Bet you’ve got somethin’ worth takin’. Hand it over, and we’ll let you walk outta here.”

When Kaji still didn’t move, one of the men reached for him. The mistake was instant.

Without a word, Kaji raised his hand, and a rush of blue-white flames erupted from his palm. The temperature plummeted, and the alley filled with the deafening crackle of freezing fire. The men barely had time to scream before the flames consumed them, leaving behind nothing but frost-covered corpses frozen in their final moments of terror. Ice crawled along the ground, glittering eerily in the faint light, and silence reclaimed the alley.

Kaji lowered his hand, his expression unchanged as he turned to leave. The blue flames flickered faintly on his fingertips before fading entirely. But the brief burst of light had drawn attention—someone had seen it.

From the edge of the crowd, a pair of eyes locked onto the alley, the faint shimmer of blue fire still vivid in their memory.

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[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

pavi x reader that comes crying to him over personal issues and just needs someone to tell them that everythings gonna be okay 😪

Breathin'

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Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x gn!reader Summary: There's only one person you can go when you're feeling down. He's the only one who cares. Tags: Crying, Comfort No Hurt

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🎵Feel my blood runnin', swear the sky's fallin' How do I know if this shit's fabricated? Time goes by and I can't control my mind Don't know what else to try, but you tell me every time Just keep breathin' and breathin' and breathin' and breathin' And oh, I gotta keep, keep on breathin'🎵 Breathin' by Ariana Grande

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Tap.. Tap..

The knock is relatively quiet but loud enough to hear. Almost as if the person on the other side is reluctant to call him. Pavitr Prabhakar opens the door only to find a teary eyed you standing at his doorstep.

His hearts breaks as you crash into him in a tight embrace, your arms circling him firmly as you shudder, crying. "Meri jaan, baby, what happened?" "N-nothing", you try to whisper but the words barely get out amidst the hiccups. You're breathless from running here and heaving, yet the tears wouldn't stop. It feels the whole world is spinning; you're mentally exhausted and you can't control the pain in your heart. The wound has cut deep and he's the only one you can go to. "Deep breaths, baby. Keep breathing.." Pavitr asks no further questions and walks a tired you inside to his couch and sits you down. Leaving you momentarily, he brings a steaming hot cup of your favorite beverage and settles it on the coffee table. Finding a spot beside you, he wraps his arm over your shoulder, but you won't have that and pull him into a hug instead.

He is happy to oblige, rubbing soothing circles in your arm and back as your breathing calms down. Little kisses on your cheek give reassurance.

You take a sip of the drink and he lays your head on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart giving you the strength you need. His scent is comfy and his tightening arm around you is more than welcome.

Time flies as he patiently waits for your breathing to settle down. The tide of tears ebbs away and you've somewhat come back to yourself. "You wanna talk, baby?", he asks in the softest tone ever, still rubbing your arm. You love how he always cares for you, making sure he's not forcing you into doing something you don't want to do.

Today, though, you'd like to let the steam out.

Pavitr shifts so that your head lays on his lap as he runs his fingers through your hair, his other hand intertwined with yours. He listens patiently as you talk about your personal issues and pulls you up on his lap into a hug from behind when you begin to shake and sob again. He takes your enjoined hand leaves gifts soft little pecks, saying it'll all be okay and running his hand through your hair.

"It's not about being sad, it's just..", your voice trembles and you bite your lips to be strong. But, you're only be durable for so long. "Pav", you sob, "I can't-" Tears sting your eyes again and you shudder, burying your head on his shirt. Your grip on his shirt tightens, your knuckles going white and Pavitr gently massages them, kissing away your tears.

You sniff and wipe your eyes quickly, rubbing your nose on your sleeve sloppily. You're messy and you hate that you make him messy too. "Forget what I said, I-I shouldn't have come here. I'm spoiling your mood." Pavitr is having none of that. "Shh, hey.. C'mere", he says, cradling your face in his hands and lifting it to meet his eyes. "Look at me, baby. Look at me.." You oblige, looking up from under your wet lashes, eyes sore and cheeks puffy as you accept the tissue he gives. "Don't think that, okay? I'm here for you, I'm always here for you. Everything will be fine, yeah? I promise."

Pavitr looks into your eyes and it's a whole new feeling. It feels like... trust. Complete, unadulterated trust. And hope, that everything will be better. "Whatever happens, meri jaan, you can count on me. I'll always be there for you no matter what. Trust me, baby, everything's gonna be okay." He kisses your forehead softly and your eyes become wet, this time from the gratitude.

You sniff, giggling quietly as he kisses your now cute red nose. "Yeah", you smile, a genuine one for the first time today. You loop your arm with his, your drink in the other hand as you snuggle against his side. "As long you're by my side, everything will be okay."

____

Hope you like it! <3

[moonandfriends]

It’s begins soon get your Pokemon and pokeballs because Moon’s Story is coming SOON

Quote for this by Star Walkin by Lil Naz X:

“Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin’”

Artist helper credit is: Squeaky on Discord you can find them to do commissions with the name mellyjel

[destinyc1020]

I think Sydney will do anything for fame n i dmt think her fiance cares, as long as the money is rolling n he gets a cut lol i dnt get it, esp since shes a yt blonde woman n culd just get fans by breathin bt she seems to really live by the saying "any press is good press."

I know sometimes theres this Z vs Sydney comparisons bt bt I just think Sydney wanys the level of fame that Z has, or even Flo/Anya, bt i doubt she will ever get to any of their levels tbh

Yea, some people really do live by the media's mantra that ANY press (even bad) is STILL press lol 😆

Idk what the future will bring for Sydney, but she's definitely in a privileged position. I don't know if I see her having the same career that Z, Flo, or Anya have, but hey, some actors can really surprise you!!

So what one actor's career looks like today, doesn't mean that it will still look that way tomorrow, or 5 years from now. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Things can ALWAYS change.... for better, OR for worse. 👀

The Hollywood industry can be very fickle and is constantly changing. 🙃 Fans, as well, can be really fickle.

The only problem that I'm seeing with Sydney is that right now, she primarily seems to have more of a male fanbase.... gee... wonder why? 👀🤭

I think if she's going to get on the level of Z or even Florence, she's going to have to appeal to WOMEN. Men just don't fan over celebrities like women do lol 😂

She will need to appeal to WOMEM (imo) in order to get to the level of fame that some of these other women have. Majority of women will have to LIKE her. If women don't like you, it will be hard for you to become super famous, unless you're in sports lol 😆 jmho

We women take stanning to a whole new level lol 😆 We're the ones screaming.... We're the ones buying merchandise, we're the ones going crazy and getting emotional lol. Not that men don't stan celebs too (they do!), but every actor or music artist that I know who really made it HUGE, it was because they had a ton of women fans. Just my humble opinion lol 🤭

[heterochromatica]

He is indeed home and had been lazing on the sofa for the time being, the orange kitten on his chest, purring possessively as they doze in and out of consciousness together. Today would be boring. His fiance would be back home way later, having the graveyard shift tonight and Shoto hated it.

The phone ringing beside him comes as a surprise though, Kimchi stretches before she gets up and Shoto picks up his phone, accepting the call just in time before it would be too late.

"Huh? Nee-san?"

He gets up to answer the door as his sister talks, pressing the button to have the automatic door at the entrance of the building buzz, to let her inside. He hangs up the phone once certain the door unlocked and waits.

Fuyumi will come into his apartment, well his and Katsukis shared apartment and the influence of the blond explosion expert is notable, considering that Shoto tends to be more on the chaotic side of things. If this was only living space, it wouldn't be as orderly or at least that was what Shoto assumes.

The interior has a modern farmhouse aesthetic, with a mix of wood colors, white surfaces, lots of blues and greys, alongside quite a few potted plants and ridiculous cat themed accessories in between.

His sister was of course greeted by a furious bushy looking warrior princess galloping over to the door and stopping just right in front of Shoto. It wasn't the first time Kimchi would run up, looking like a exploded pillow, grumbling and growling, just to let the intruder know that she noticed them and will be watching them!! Once she's certain the person at the door is not a threat to her human, she speeds off again.

"Your verdict was spoken, you're allowed inside, come in."

starter for @heterochromatica

Late enough in the day but early enough in the afternoon that she was certain he'd be home, Fuyumi readjusts the package in her hands and shifts her purse high enough to rummage through, digging for her phone. Sure, she could knock, or ring the doorbell, but on the off chance he wasn't there, this was easier.

Hitting the quick dial listing for her baby brother, as per usual he picks up quickly.

"Hey, Shoto! Surprise, I brought dinner for you! Are you home?"

This wasn't unheard of-- Fuyumi made a habit of cooking too much and bringing servings around to her loved ones that weren't in her immediate vicinity. For a long while, it was after their visits while her family waited in the car, but...

In these days since the funeral, it was just her.

[heterochromatica]

PLOTTED STARTER FOR @explodcor

Shoto has never been someone to cry in public or at all. He's not the type for it. He's never considered himself emotional, he's rational. He doesn't want to cry, but right now, it feels like he just might.

20 Minutes

He's been sitting here in a fancy restaurant, dressed in a suit that he hasn't worn in god knows how many years and found himself relieved that he still fits it. This was Katsukis idea to begin with. Told him to reserve their usual table, wait for him there and that's what he's been doing. Waiting. Wondering. Hoping. Staring at his phone and with every second ticking by, he feels more nauseous.

Katsuki is never late, he's always on time, he gets mad if people are late and don't notify those waiting for them. This is not something he'd usually do. Why didn't he call? Why didn't he text? They haven't seen each other all day? Until now Shoto has assumed work to be too busy, has pushed all other thoughts aside but now, it's creeping in on him and he can't deny it anymore.

His heart is throbbing in his throat, guilt pooling in his stomach, hands clenched to fists on the table, left and right of his phone, but his phone is silent. Mocking him with it's dark screen, not making any sounds, not announcing any notifications or calls. Nothing. It's just screaming at him with it's unbearable silence.

He does not feel any shame, doesn't care that the waiter has already eyed him suspiciously, asking him if he didn't want to order something, but Shoto has denied it three times, telling him that his husband was gonna be here any minute. He's been glancing at the clock on the wall time and time again.

This part of the restaurant, a table far in the back, secluded from the public, reserved for people like him. People like Katsuki. For them. But Shoto is alone.

30 Minutes

His breaths have long become shallow. It's been thirty minutes now and there was not a sign of Katsuki coming any time soon. No text telling Shoto that he's gonna be late, just unmistakable silence. He resists the urge to call him again. He has tried four times already but the call never went through. He can't stand hearing the voice on his voicemail anymore. Katsuki is pissed at him and he has every right to be.

Even if his expression is schooled into a well trained mask of emptiness, his eyes are burning and he's struggling to keep blinking the tears away. He's alone.

He fucked up. He knew he would. Sooner or later. It's something he had known from the start. Katsuki was too good for him. He had always been to good for him. He should have known that this would happen. That Katsuki would eventually realize the ugly broken mess Shoto is, just a heap of useless family drama, broken skin and shattered dreams. That's what he is and now Katsuki has finally figured that out too. He snorts softly at himself, a bitter and sarcastic little sound that feels so unlike him that he's stunned for a second.

If only he kept his damn mouth shut this morning. It's just a stupid birthday, nothing to be so worked up about. Sometimes being a hero means to sacrifice your personal ideals - he knows that.

"Can't you just tell them to fuck off? We said we would spend our birthdays together, remember?--"

"Do you think I want this? This is our agency god damn it, I want to spend this day with you but I also need to do my DAMN JOB."

And he's right. Shoto knows he's right. He knows Katsuki has worked day and night for his agency. He's done everything in his might to make their dream come true. To be the hero he's always dreamed to be. They had dreamt this dream together for so long and now suddenly it felt like everything shattered at the brink of his existence.

40 Minutes.

Shoto grabs his phone, puts some money on the table for the troubles and the discomfort he's caused and gets up to leave. Alone. He needs to go home, if he still has a home that is. Who knows.

[protectingtulpas]

also one thing I just thought of

I'm a very picky eater, so I'm afraid once I make a tulpa and let them have their own taste for food my family would believe that is also my taste because they wouldn't know, yk?

I feel I'd be scared to tell my family {especially my father's side, who's very traditional and conservative} so that'd be a problem, yes?

-🌟

Well there're some upsides and downsides to this. Yeah, it's totally possible your tulpa could have different tastes in food than u, actually it's pretty damn common. So if you ever want to eat something you don't particularly like, they might be able front and experience it for ya instead! But ngl it sounds like you're in kinda a dangerous situation if ya can't exist as yourselves in the slightest without your family breathin' down your neck- consider if a tulpa would have the space to be themselves or if they'd get pushed away all the time in favor of society's norms. If you're not ready to let your tulpa live a life as your equal, then you're not ready for tulpamancy.

That's not to say you have to tell everybody and their grandmother tho. It really depends on how much control your family has over your everyday life. Would ur tulpa have a place to express themselves? would they be able to choose outfits? items they want? If you feel like you have the space to share your life together then fuck traditionalism, do what you want. If you wanna mask around your family then that's your choice and it sounds like a safe one in ur situation. Basically, no tulpa is gonna develop healthy if they constantly hafta put on a mask and hide themselves because discovery is actually dangerous. You don't have to tell your family jack shit, but think about how much freedom ull both have within that framework before going through with tulpamancy.

[galacticmultitude-archive]

• 🪐 ⋯⋯⋯ don't ever say it's over if i'm breathin. race ya to the moonlight and i'm speedin. i'm headed to the stars, ready to go far...

WE'RE STARWALKING

[vlrvlr]

MAY.2023

2023년 5월.이달의 정산

* 이달의 여행(&행복) : 베트남 나트랑🌴

* 이달의 영상 : 이오공 [뽕]앨범 뮤비들

이오공의 음악들을 처음 들어봤다. 신나고 경쾌한 한편, 어느 한구석에서 슬픔이 스멀스멀 올라오는 느낌. 이게 바로 한국의 ‘뽕’ 이라는 것인가.. 대중들은 ‘다프트 뽕크’라는 별명도 지어줬다고 한다.🤣

특히 <모든 것이 꿈이었네>의 묘하고 아련한 느낌이 좋았다. 외로움, 슬픔에 대해 시끄럽게 외치는 것이 아닌 혼잣말 하듯 읊조리는 느낌과 자연을 빗댄 가사가 좋았다.

‘저 하늘의 별들은 저마다 이별 없이 살려나. 오늘따라 저 달은 왜 이다지 밝을까’(모든 것이 꿈이었네 중 좋았던 가사 부분 발췌)

* 이달의 심슨 :

• 심슨 시즌33 에피소드 6화 “플랜더스는 심각해” 편. 진짜 잘만들었다! 옛날에는 스토리가 좋았는데 갈수록 연출이랑 편집감까지 쩌네. 세련됨ㅋ 무려 44분짜리다..!

• 심슨 시즌15 에피소드 18화 "Catch me if you can"(마지와 호머가 자식들을 떼어놓고 몰래 여행을 가는 애피소드인데 007을 패러디하며 재밌게 잘 만들었다)

• 심슨 시즌22 에피소드 13화 "The Blue and the Gray" 흰머리가 난 마지편. 자신감도 중요하긴 하지만, 역시 보이는 모습에 신경을 안쓸래야 안쓸수가 없다. 언젠가는 흰머리로 당당하게 살아갈 날이 있을 수도 있겠지만… 당분간은 염색이 필요한것 같다는 내용..ㅋ 꽤 공감하며 봄ㅋ

* 이달의 책 :

• 박웅현 작가 북토크 엮은 책 [책과 삶에 관한 짧은 문답]

박웅현의 7번의 북토크를 따라다니며 듣고 그것을 엮은 책. (아.. 이렇게도 책을 낼 수 있구나..^^;;ㅋ) 박웅현 작가의 문장과 순간이라는 책을 기반으로 북토크 현장에서 독자와 나눈 대화들을 기록했다. 북토크의 좋은 이야기들을 이대로 흘려보내기는 아쉬웠다고, 이 자리에 함께하지 못한 분들에게도 전하고 싶었다고 한다. 개인이 낸 건 아니고, 출판 문화 콘텐츠 회사에서 기획했다. 한마디로 북토크 현장 기록책. 역시 인생 내공과 인사이트가 어마어마하신 박웅현 작가님이라 그런지 내용이 너무 좋았다. 얇지만 인생에 관한 내용들이 너무 좋아서 아껴 읽은책. 필사도 해야겠다!!

• 야마구치 슈 [어떻게 나의 일을 찾을 것인가]_독서모임 첫 번째 책. 독후감도 한바닥 쓰고, 사람들과 열심히 토론도 했으니 이곳에서는 읽었다는 기록만 해둔다.🤣

* 이달의 인물 : 고도원 이사장_고도원의 아침

* 이달의 이야기 :

- 롱블랙 고도원의 아침편지 편 중에서-

국가적으로 비통한 일이 일어났을 때는, 무드를 바꿉니다. 이시형의 『걸어가듯 달려가라』는 책에서 ‘적정 긴장’을 이야기하는 부분을 발췌했죠.

“정신의학에선 ‘적정 긴장’이란 말이 있다. 성공적인 삶을 살아가는 데는 적정한 수준의 긴장은 필수적으로 있어야 한다는 뜻이다. 불안이 에너지란 의미도 여기서 비롯된다”고요. 고 이사장은 여기에 이렇게 코멘트를 답니다.

“‘적정 긴장’이란 말이 새삼 매우 절실하게 다가옵니다. 너무 많이 긴장하는 것도 좋지 않지만 너무 풀어져 안이한 상태는 더 안 좋습니다. 적정한 정도의 긴장을 팽팽하게 유지해야 개인도 기업도 성공할 수 있고, 국가 공동체도 건강하게 존속할 수 있습니다.”

20년 넘게 하나의 콘텐츠를 지속하니, 선보이는 카테고리도 점점 늘어납니다. 트렌드를 놓치지 않고 읽으며, 새로운 카테고리를 발굴하죠. 그렇게 과거보다 지금 더 자주 선보이는 카테고리도 있습니다. 가족, 면역력, 회복력 등입니다. 또 양극화, 고독사 등 고질적인 문제를 조명하는 글도 선보이죠.

• 김찬용 도슨트의 롱블랙 이야기

너도나도 달려드는 ‘과도기’ 속에서 전 언제까지나 관람객과 예술 사이의 중간자로 남고 싶습니다. ‘예술의 대중화’가 아닌 ‘대중의 예술화’를 꿈꿔요. 예술은 그 자리에 서 있으되, 사람들이 먼저 예술을 이해하고 즐기려고 노력할 때 작품이 빛나는 법이니까요.

- ‘예술의 대중화’가 아닌 ‘대중의 예술화’를 꿈꿔요. 라는 말. 말장난을 한듯보여도 전혀 다른 그리고 심지어 큰 포부가 느껴지는 말이다.

* 이달의 문장 :

• 걸어가듯 달려가라 (페스티나 렌테 생각이 난다. 천천히 서둘러라)

• 인생을 발견하기 위해서는 인생을 낭비해야 한다. - 앤 모로 린드버그 (어떻게 나의 일을 찾을 것인가 중에 나왔던 인용구. 너무 좋았다!!)

• 대성할 30대 실무자들의 특징

실제 요령을 알려드리자면, 차나 밥을 사겠다 고 혹은 사달라고 하시고, 몇가지 질문을 꼭 중 비해가시라. 질문 싫어하는 사람 별로 없다. 질문을 던지고 나서 멍하니 듣지만 말고, 이해가 안되는 요소가 있으면 치열하게 계속 질문해서 생각을 비비시라. 상대는 지치거나 질릴지도 모른다. 허나 여러분은 분명 생각의 고수가 될 것이다.그 은혜는 훗날 갚아도 충분하다. 공짜 떡을 절대로 마다하지 마시라. 돈을 투자해서라도 그런 시간과 정성을 쓰시라. 인생에 가장 높은 수익률을 보장할 것이다.

(…중략)

결국 인생에선 '좋은 관계' 와 '명료한 목표'가 행복의 지름길이 아니겠는가. 물리적으로나 무형적으로나.

-두물머리 천영록 대표님 말

* 이달의 단어 :

• 적정 긴장

• 창직

• 창의 노동자

* 이달의 음악 : [Seabirds]_pizzagirl 우연히 듣게 된 노래인데 반주가 너무 좋아서 반했다. 뭐랄까, 자전거 타면서꽃향기를 살짝 맡으며 선선한 바람을 맞을 때의 기분이랄까

• Lil nas X(릴 나스 엑스) - Star Walkin 달빛을 향해 과속으로 달려, 가사가 너무 좋다. 도전적이면서도 시적인 느낌이다.

(가사 발췌)

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

내 숨이 붙어있는이상 끝났다고 말하지마

Racin' to the moonlight and Im speedin'

달빛을 향해 과속으로 달리고있어

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far 난 별들을 목표하고있지, 멀리갈 준비가 되어있어 I'm star walkin' 난 별을 향하고있어

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

내 숨이 붙어있는이상 끝났다고 말하지마

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

달빛을 향해 과속으로 달리고있어

fm headed to the stars, ready to go far 난 별들을 목표하고있지, 멀리갈 준비가 되어있어 Im star walkin' 난 별을 향하고있어

(…중략)

You should never take advice from a nigga that ain't try 시도하지 않는 놈들의 조언은 절대 듣지마

They said I wouldn't make it out alive 그들은 내가 나가서 성공 못할거라 말했어 They told me I would never see the rise 그들은 내가 절대 일어나지 못할거라 말했지

That's why l gotta kill 'em every time (Gotta watch 'em bleed, too)

그게 내가 그들을 매번 죽여야만하는 이유야 (그들이 피 흘리는 것도 봐야해)

• 이오공 [뽕]_안끝났으면 좋겠는 중독성. 도대체 이런 소리는 어떻게 만든거지 하는 희뜩함. 웃음이 나면서도 아련하고 뭔가 한끗에 슬픔을 불러오는 듯한 느낌. 이 앨범 노래들을 듣고 발견, 득템한 기분을 느꼈다. 특히 <사랑이야기>와 <모든 것이 꿈이었네> 곡이 좋았다.

• [Loverboy]_Jackson Lundy

* 이달의 소비 : 베트남 나트랑 여행ㅋ 하지만 행복한 소비였다!!ㅋㅋ 여행은 언제나 옳다!

* 이달의 발견 : 내가 하이라이트 성애자라는 것..ㅋ 책읽다가 표시하고 이북에 하이라이트하는 걸 엄청 좋아하네. 나 설마 이거 하려고 책읽는건가?ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

* 이달의 첫경험 :

• 나의 첫 이북리더기!! 크레마 모티프

• 트레바리 독서클럽 가입!! 지적 갈증을 채우자!!

• 베트남 나트랑 여행✈️ 베트남은 두번이나 가봤지만 나트랑은 처음이다~

* 이달의 반성 : 글쓰는 일 하면서 스트레스 받은 것

* 이달의 슬픈일 : 그래도 5월은 나트랑 여행을 다녀와서 슬픔이 날라가버린 건지 어쩐건지, 딱 이거다 싶었던 슬픈 일은 생각나지 않네ㅋ

* 이달의 기쁜일(좋았던일) :

• 나의 첫번째 사수님과 우리 대표님의 만남(좋아하는 사람과 좋아하는 사람을 같이 만난것!!)

• 이북 리더기 <크레마 모티프> 선물 받은 것

• 나트랑 여행!! 천국은 지상에 있었다!! 지상낙원이었다ㅋ 노는게 제일좋아~ㅋㅋ

• 드디어 너무 하기 싫던 일 8주 프로젝트 끝!!

* 이달의 소소한 기쁨 :

베트남 빈대떡 반쎄오~ 너무 맛있다.

1일 1마사지. 1쌀국수. 1반쎄오. 1모닝글로리 한듯.

* 이달의 잘한일 :

• 약간의 귀찮음과 두려움이 있었지만 떠나자! 하고 마음 먹고 베트남 나트랑 여행계획 2주만에 다 예약잡고 급 떠난것!급 마음먹고 착착착 진행한 베트남 나트랑 여행인데 계획대로 잘 다녀와서 뿌듯뿌듯☺️

• 브런치 심슨편 발행(간만에!!)

• 독서모임 트레바리 신청(이것도 한번 해보자!! 마음으로 도전해봄)

* 이달의 결심 :

• 안미루고 할 것들을 제때제때 빠릿빠릿하게!

• 할까말까 싶은건 웬만한건 다 해보는 방향으로!!

* 이달의 감동 : 대학교 3학년쯤이었나.. 스폰지처럼 모든 걸 다 흡수하고 싶다고 했더니 아빠가 문화생활을 지원해준 적이 있다. 다시 그때의 스폰지처럼 이것 저것 흡수하고 싶다고 했더니 도와주겠다고 한 대표님의 말. 감동쓰..!

* 이달의 인상적 이벤트?

3년만에 해외여행. 베트남 나트랑

* 이달의 깨달음 : 인생에서 마음가짐, 태도가 정말 중요하다는 깨달음. 어쩌면 모든 것일지도. 나의 마음가짐에 따라 세상은 천국이될수도 지옥이 될 수도 있다는 생각이 문득 들었다. 세상은 어쩌면 내가 어떻게 생각하느냐에 따라 구성되는 것은 아닐까.

* 요즘 빠져있는 생각?

긍정적인 마인드가 중요하다.

* 5월의 키워드 : 휴식. 여유. 시간.