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fakeuwus · 1 year ago

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GUILTY CONSCIENCE | sim jaeyun

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ guilty conscience by 070 shake

⁺ ⋆˚ genre: idol!jake x nonidol/femreader, just angst man am i sorry, established relationship

⁺ ⋆˚ warnings: lowercase intended, cursing, being drunk, infidelity, gaslighting(?), baby is used as a nickname, one suggestive text, jay is mentioned BRIEFLY

⁺ ⋆˚ word count: ~1.2k

⁺ ⋆˚ message from nic: i know i already did a piece ab cheating but all of my works are inspired by songs or i try to connect them to a song,,, i just feel it sets the tone of the story and its fun to connect a story to a song!! and since this song is one of my favs atm i HAD to write ab it. i definitely recommend u guys listen to the song while reading or even listen to it after. kinda ironic how cheating is one of my pet peeves (i fr despise it sm dont get me started) yet here i am writing ab it lmao. i promise i'll write something more lighthearted and/or anything that isn't angst soon LOL. but hope y'all enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

"5 AM when i walked in, could not believe what i saw"

yn: JAKEY JAKE JAKEY pleaseee come tk the club rn i habent seen u since u got nack :(

jake chuckles at the message as he reads it. he glances over at the clock that reads 4:38 AM. he knows that clubs in korea don’t close until 8 but god damn how are you still partying with your friends this late? he figures that you must’ve had a little too much to drink and your party animals for friends don’t help at all.

jake: ik baby but we had schedules right when we landed and im so tired… how are u even still there rn???

yn: TOO MICJ FUN :D

yn: COME HAVE FUN WITH ME BABY ;)

jake: u make it rlly hard to say no to u

jake: ill be there soon<3

jake sighs as he rises from his bed, making sure not to wake jay who’s fast asleep. he envies how jay can be sleeping so peacefully when jake is experiencing the worst jet lag of his life. you being out at 4 in the morning and his racing mind doesn't help him try to get some shut eye either.

he dresses quickly, making sure it's quiet when he exits the dorms. it’s not his finest fashion moment but he could care less about what he looks like. he’s only going out to see you and to possibly save you from whatever crazy antics you and the girls are up to.

jake isn’t going to lie when he says he hasn’t made the best effort to see you after getting back from tour. but he also didn’t lie when he said his schedule was super jam packed these days. he should’ve immediately ran to you as soon as he landed but he just didn’t have it in him. guilt gnawed away at his heart as he hailed a cab to lead him to the club you were having the time of your life at.

jake enters the back of the club smoothly without drawing any attention. thankfully your friends secured a vip table upstairs in a secluded area, making it easy for clubgoers to not notice that an idol was going to a club at godforsaken hours.

approaching the table he sees you right away. it’s not hard to spot your beautiful red dress, hugging every curve on your body. your long hair flows as you sway your hips back and forth. jake smiles to himself. how did he manage to bag the most gorgeous girl in all of seoul, korea? it was clear you were having way too much fun, giggling and dancing with your friends and-

he quietly gasps. the scene before him makes him halt in his tracks. it was like time stopped and the flashing lights began to blind his vision. his heart rate slowed and his palms were becoming clammy.

maybe he was mistaken. there was no way you would do this to him, he thinks. but there you were cuddled up next to a man, drunk out of your mind. jake can't stand another minute watching you and the mysterious person grind up against one another.

in a blinded rage he rushes towards the guy and pushes him away from you with all of his power. “GET THE FUCK OFF MY GIRL!” you shriek and the guy stumbles backwards sending a few drinks flying off of a nearby table. “YOU MIND TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE YN?!”

your mouth is agape and your mind is scrambling to figure out what to say. you know you can’t explain how you were practically dry humping a stranger, too shocked and the alcohol still strong in your system. you're struggling to say something, anything to try to make things right.

“and you,” jake turns and gets too close to the man’s face. “she’s clearly too inebriated to make the right decisions. how DARE you take advantage of her like that?!” you’re confused as to why he’s flipping the script and blaming the stranger but jake rips you away from everyone too fast for you to think another second. you stumble as you’re dragged away to a dark corner.

the two of you are standing in awkward silence, no one daring to say a word. your eyes are looking everywhere but jake. you’re too afraid to see what kind of expression his face has. “jake i-” “no. you don’t get to speak right now. there’s nothing you could say to justify what i just saw.”

ragged breaths begin to come out of your mouth and your chest is tightening. “jake please baby i just- i was so drunk and these guys came up to us and…” your sentence trails off, every word you’re saying just sounds so ridiculous at the moment. he’s right. you couldn’t say anything to excuse your wrongful actions.

“and to think i came here at fuck ass o’ clock just to come and see you. i’ve barely gotten an ounce of sleep these days but i gave that up to come because you were BEGGING for me to be here.” his voice is angry and you know he has every right to be screaming at you. at this point tears are threatening to spill from both of your guys’ eyes. “jake… i know i know and i’m so sorry i swear nothing like that-”

“NO. no just no,” he pauses carefully choosing the words he’s about to say next. “you’re right. there won’t be a next time… we’re done.” the tears that brimmed your lashes are now falling. the alcohol that once ran through you is now gone. you move to grab his hand but he takes a step back. the distance between you two grows larger and he seems out of reach.

“jake please we can work this out! please don’t leave me because of this.” your pleas are ringing in his ears but he ignores them. “we can’t come back from this yn. how could you think i’d ever trust you from now on?! don’t contact me ever. have a nice life.” the loud music pounds on the walls just like your heart is in your chest. you’re left alone sobbing, wondering how you managed to fuck up the best relationship you’ve ever had.

jake stumbles out of the club, trying to clutch onto anything to help him out. the fresh breeze of the night blows onto his face and helps him regain his breath. he struggles to get his thoughts together as he walks down the sidewalk back to the dorms.

maybe he was too harsh with the way he spoke to you but he knew it had to be done. seeing you cling onto someone that wasn't him was his ticket out. he knows that you're absolutely going to be broken for awhile but you'll be okay, right? he knows that you're going to blame yourself for this for who knows how long but you're going to be fine in the end, right?

he convinces himself that it's better you than him because now,

he'll never have to admit what he was doing while he was away from you on tour.

"i caught you but you never caught me, i was sitting here waiting on karma, there goes my guilty conscience."

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gradient-jeremy-asks · 6 months ago

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Pinning this post back weeeeeee

[PLEASE READ BEFORE LOOKING AT ANYTHING ELSE!!]

Welcome to my super coolio blog

Also if you came to just look at my art rather than the whole blog just use the jelly’s art tag in my search legit it has mostly everything I have drawn

I TAKE ART REQUESTS NOW FYI

(I’ll start doing asks again when I feel like it.)

A Bit About me!!!

(Lil drawing of me <3 aren’t I gorgeous?)

HIII!!! You can call me Jelly!! Or Jeremy!!

I also have my (Main blog.) @wooahiexist I legit just draw whatever I want on there (You will be buried in Shy Guy art if you scroll far.)

Some people ask for my pronouns are I go by (He-Him.)

ONLY POSTING ON HERE WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT

Uhm some of my art on this blog may be zesty Fr Fr so like 💀 keep that in mind don’t say I didn’t warn you legit

(Serious Stuff.) under cut

I actually don’t care about ships anymore i’ll ship anything now lmao

I only draw for myself I am not made here to mindlessly serve you content I take my time with what I wanna draw/when I want to and I wanna keep it that way

I also have a boyfriend and flirtatious asks i’m not comfortable with please respect our boundaries that’s all we ask this also goes with saying if you can kiss any character

I’m just on here to draw what I love and interact that is all

Boundaries w/ my art [PLEASE READ THIS ESPECIALLY]

I’m fine with

Use my art for comic dubs,pfp’s,edits, and etc. I just ask to be credited

Taking my designs for inspo i’m totally okay with this!!!

Not okay

Stealing my art

Claiming my art is yours

Conclusion (Idek what to title this 💀.)

YEAH BUT DON’T BE AFRAID TO LEAVE ME A ASK I MAY BE SUPER SLOW(Art is a long process.) BUT I PROMISE I’M GONNA ANSWER THEM!!

AND FINALLY TREAT YOURSELVES WITH LOVE AND RESPECT I LOVE YOU ALL YOU’RE VERY COOL 🫶

I completely forgot to like make rules for the ask blog part of this (I don’t really plan to use it for asks mainly just art.)

Overall just have fun chat ✌️🌝

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yaut-jaknowit · 2 years ago

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WAIT WAIT MY DRUNK BRAIN STARTED WORKING ON ANOTHE MXM IDEA

IMAGINE LIKE THE READER REUNITING WITH HIS MATE AFTER A LONGER TIME PERIOD FOR LIKE WTV ANGSTY REASON (broooo imagine the reader had gone thru smth traumatising like torture or some shit 😭😭) NAHHHH I MIGHT SPAM YOUR INBOX FR TONIGHT MY DRUNK BRAIN STARTED WORKING ON ALL LEVELS FROM ANGST TO NSFW LETSGOOOOO

Returned At Last Part 1

Pairing: Wolf x Reader

Word Count: 4506

Summary: All it was suppose to be a simple trip to earth. Wolf has a job to do. You're okay with that. You stay on the ship where it is safe. No one can hurt you from there. Wolf will come back and the two of you will leave. Don't let your guard down.

Author Note: Soooo I may or not have gone a little overboard with this. That's why it took a hot minute to get it out for you. Hopefully the length of it will be enough of an apology. But also, fucking love this, part of the reason why it's so fucking long.

I promise to all those who have asked me something, I am working on them. I just got side tracked with a few other writing prompts and drawing COD men.

Masterlist

Ao3

Part 2

Traveling out in space wasn’t all it was showed in shows. Getting stranded rarely happened; aliens boarding the ship to take over has never happened; stress and anxiety running high was also a nope. Everything was chill. It was just you and Wolf, flying through space as he hunted down Xenomorphs. When he gets off his ship to do his thing, you happily stay back, safe. He keeps you content with books, games, and other supplies his bought.

Yet, everything wasn’t chill today. Not everything goes perfectly. You weren’t safe.

It all started with a distress beacon coming from earth, funny enough. When Wolf told you about this, you jumped at the call. He, of course, couldn’t say no to the ancients telling him to respond. So, the two of you went through the void of space back to earth. You were more than happy to return after some time away. You couldn’t go visit family, since they believed you to be dead. Wolf had ordered you to stay on the ship. Why? You didn’t know.

This was your home planet after all. You knew about all the dangers, nothing could truly hurt you hidden out in the middle of nowhere. From what you could remember, Wolf placed the ship to be far from the origin. He said something about a gut feeling. Eh, you didn’t pay attention to him as he grumbled and gather his gear.

The two of you said your goodbyes to each other. Wolf went down the ramp, mask on, just like all the other times he has. You waved at him as the ramp started to close, locking you inside. It’s not like he has you trapped in here. You knew the code to leave if need be. He wouldn’t do that to you. There’s always a possibility that you needed to escape. One you didn’t believe in but let him have his way. If that made him content and knew you were safe, that’s all that matter to you as well.

When time passed at an unknown amount of time, just like any other time, you took roost in Wolf’s pilot chair. An action that didn’t save you. A book in hand, eyes scanning over the pages. One of the songs you liked hummed softly through the quiet air. Not a care or worry in the world. Nothing could hurt you while on your planet. That you believed in.

Something felt off. Your eyes lifted off of the page and snapped over to your water cup on the arm rest. The liquid inside was vibrating. Next, you peered over to the engine controls, thinking they somehow activated. Nothing. They were dormmate. That’s when you felt the pilot chair slightly tremble constantly underneath you. Huh?

You shifted to sit normally, gaze settling on the empty plains that sat out in front of the ship. Void of life and beings. If this was California, this could possibly be an earth quake? But you were unsure. You’ve never lived there. You didn’t know. That was the problem at hand.

Unable to relax or return to the book, you kept a flickering gaze on the scene before you. It was just you, the ship, and yellow sagebrush fields. The water kept rippling in its cup. It confused you on what could be causing that. An earthquake wouldn’t last this long. How right you were.

An idea came to mind. Wolf has taught you a few things about his ship, the basics in case of an emergency. You pressed a button on the console. A map of the scanned area appeared, like an aerial view of the plains.

Off to the ships, seven o’clock position was a small group of moving black dots. They were coming towards you. Oh shit! People. Not good. At all. They were heading towards the ship, towards you. Your quick fingers found the comm. Button close by and pressed it. Wolf kept his emergency comm. channel linked to the ship open at all time. For a situation that called for this.

“Wolf? There’s cars heading towards the ship. What should I do?” you questioned, eyes flickering back and forth the map. There’s been only two times you’ve flown the ship. Both opportunities have ended almost ended in a fiery explosion. You didn’t believe you could fly it again. Those chances were without stress. You weren’t worried there were people coming towards your camouflaged ship.

That thought made you paused. The shields were up… The camouflage was activated. How could they know where to drive? It wasn’t luck or chance they were heading in the right direction in the middle of nowhere. Wolf parked his vessel in the middle of nowhere. They shouldn’t know where to go unless…

Wolf hadn’t answered yet. “Wolf? Please, I don’t know what to do. I can’t fly this thing, you know that.” Silence from his end. You could almost groan at that. “Answer me! I need your help, Wolf!” you yelled as if that’ll help him hear you. Why wasn’t he answering? Fear gripped your heart in its deadly claws. Said organ thumping against its bony cage.

Your hands grasped the edge of the ship’s console, knuckles turning white. The vehicles continuously grew closer and closer and closer. Wolf didn’t respond. Had these people already got him? You blew that thought off though. This is Wolf you’re talking about. He took on a hybrid Xenomorph and Yautja. Probably one of the most deadly aliens out there known to existence. Best of all, the head is hung on his trophy wall.

Where are you, Wolf? Your head hung low. Solutions were running rampant in your mind. What to do? What to do? What could you do? Well, for starters, the ship. Its shields were strong, able to resist most blasts from enemy ships. So, these humans would struggle to break in. Yet, that didn’t quell your racing heart.

On the other hand, what couldn’t you do? Fly the damn thing. Wolf hasn’t taught you how to use the weapon system. Something about ‘oomans’ and killing themselves in stupid ways. In his own way, that’s him saying he loves you. You were fucked. You couldn’t escape with the ship. You couldn’t use the two massive guns attached to the belly. All you were a sitting duck for these humans to find and do whatever they want.

To be honest, you could hide. The ship offered many places for you squeeze yourself in. All you had to do was keep quiet and pray to Wolf’s god to keep you safe.

Contrary to belief, you would think living and being mates with a hunter/warrior race would automatically give you the knowledge to fight. Yeah, Wolf’s taught you a few things… it wasn’t going to be enough against the at least nine drivers of the vehicles.

With one last drop of hope, you pressed the comm. button once more. “They’re getting closer, Wolf. Please, I need you. I can’t fight them alone.” You held your breath, ears listening for anything that could signal he heard you.

Nothing. The last bit of hope in your heart was squeezed out. All you had was yourself now. He wasn’t responding which worried you. First, you had to ensure they didn’t get you. So when they leave, you could go find him; against his command before he left. Wolf always told you to stay on the ship. That’s where it was safer for you. He didn’t have to fret if you got yourself in trouble. You listened to him, knowing it was better to do so.

One last look at the map -the black dots less than a hundred yards away, you started to think on where to hide. Someplace they wouldn’t look for someone, if they were looking for you. That likelihood was extremely low. How would anyone know you’re with Wolf? You’re a random person who went missing.

On Wolfs ship, there are five rooms, not including the cockpit. Its not really a room, but oh well. First to come to mind was the kitchenette. That was quickly marked off the list. There was the cabinets to possible squeeze yourself in. You would have to displace some cooking wear. Anyone with a brain will be able to tell something was wrong in there.

Second on the list was the trophy room. Another place marked off. Unlike the kitchenette, it had no true places to hide away in. Only a few small drawers in Wolf’s desk he uses for his tools.

Next, the bedroom. The bed was large with a lot of blankets, courtesy to Wolf and his ability to hunt. Yet, to smother yourself underneath them all… you didn’t know how long they would the on the ship. You could slowly overheat and die or suffocate and die. Both options weren’t fun sounding. You crossed that one off as well.

At this point, you were running out time and rooms. The hull wasn’t going to offer you much either. It had boxes and crates expertly stacked. They were strapped down, filled with whatever Wolf like’s to haul through space. Again, taking the stuff out to hide inside of the crates would be stupid. These people will notice the items and think ‘let’s check these boxes’.

Last on the list was the sparring room. This was your best choice out of all the places this ship has. It had a couple cubby’s for weapons that were currently empty. Said weapons were out on their respected racks for Wolf to train with. You hoped he was okay. That it was just a fluke on him not answering the comm.

Since the sparring room offered the highest chance of survival, you hopped down from the chair. Three steps from the cockpit’s door, you heard the computer alert to a proximity breach. Shit, they were already outside the ship. Now wasn’t the time to screw around.

Quick, unsteady legs carried you to the second closest door to the right from the cockpit. It opened at your closeness. You skidded to a halt. The doors. They would open for them, besides the outside one. Another way Wolf tells you to say inside, where it was safe. It wasn’t going to be safe for much longer.

Your eyes flickered to the other doors. Terror gripped your heart. If you were to lock only one door, it would announce to the people outside that there was something important in there. Why else would it be lock while the others weren’t? Now, you only had two options: lock all the doors, loosing precious time or leave all the doors, lowering your chances for survival. The former would take time to do, time you don’t know if you had. The latter would offer more time to hide.

It's like you could hear Wolf whisper in your ear: give yourself a fighting chance. The second option was you rolling over and giving yourself to the group of people outside. One you didn’t want to do. Wolf would be so disappointed if he ever found out. Instead, you took the training he’s instilled into you to heart and changed tactics.

Let’s play a little Home Alone.

The kitchenette’s door opened at your proximity with a whoosh. The sight before you offered the same result to hiding, nowhere to truly squeeze yourself into. Your hand slapped against the touchpad next to the entrance of said room. Its metal door slid close at the command. You heard the tall tell sign of the lock clicking into place. One do-

An explosion rocked you off your feet, side slamming into the warm, metal ground. You hissed out in pain and sat up, hand rubbing at the aching area. Your vision swam for a moment, making you shake your head to clear it. What in the world was that?!

Then it hit you. The humans. What were they doing? A grunt escaped you as you returned to your feet, unsteady. By the sounds of it, they hadn’t breached the door yet. That left you with extra time to lock the rest and go into hiding.

With a newfound courage and energy, you raced against a fatal clock towards the next door. It was across the wide hallway, with a concave floor in the middle. Like a small common area for Yautjas to relax while traveling through space. You reached the trophy room gateway and did the same action as before. It locked before you. Another down. Just a couple more…

After quickly finishing with the third door – the bedroom, you sprinted towards the second to last one: the hull. If you got this locked, it would take them even longer to get into here. The main entrance was in there, sealing this do-

Before you could take a third step, a blast forced the ship to pitch. It threw you completely off balance, back bouncing off of the nearest wall. Then, you crashed back onto your formerly injured side. “Wolf!” You cried out, writhing for a long moment on the ground. That was going to heavily bruise later. That you could promise.

Voices. You paused, stilling completely, down your breath. Voices down below. You gasped, eyes wide and scrambled back to your unsteady feet. That door needed to be locked, no matter what now. Injured or not. That was your last of defense before they stormed the upper levels, where you were.

Now, with that on your mind, you uncoordinatedly ran towards the hull’s door. It opened, just like any of the others at your presences. An array of curse words pouring inside of your mind at this. Those former voice grew louder, their boots pounding against the metal floor. The next second, you hit the touchpad far harder than you meant to. The entrance before you closed on your command, sealing the second to last door to you.

As much as you wished to take a second to breathe, you jogged over to the last door. “Get this door open!” someone shouted from the other side when you weren’t even two steps away from it. Already?! How quick were these guys?

When you stepped into the room, about to spin around to close it off, another explosion had you stumbling out of it. Before you know it, you were on the cockpits floor.

Through the pain and splitting headache, you staggered over to the panel. On the other side of the room, smoke encased the hull’s door. A flash of red dots could seen marking the smoke. Guns. They had guns. You don’t know why you thought that be news. If these guys know what they’re doing on a Yautja’s ship, of course they would have weapon. Fear still slapped you in the face. You weren’t your boyfriend. He could survive many shots from a gun. You couldn’t.

Your hand slapped against the touchpad, sealing you from them. For the time being. With how quick they were able to knock down the hull’s door… you didn’t have hope they wouldn’t be able to do the same to the others. You turned around though, eyes scanning over the limited area in here. One entrance, one exit. You stuck in here.

An idea came to mind. A while back, Wolf had to do some work on the navigation after a run in with a large beast on a random planet. He took you under his wing and had you sit next to him as he worked. He didn’t talk and just showed you what he did. It’s not like you could ever do it yourself without his help. You didn’t dare touch any of the important ship’s wiring, in case you screwed something up. He knew what he was doing. You’ll happily sit there, twiddling your thumbs while observing.

The spot you were thinking of was underneath the control console. It offered a hidden spot off to the side, away from sight. You could possibly squeeze yourself behind the panel. The area there was small and tight, even for a human. It would luck to be able to fully close it. Yet, it was better than just standing he-

“Find that pet of his!” The earth stopped spinning; your thoughts came to a screeching halt. What?! They know of you. It had to be you they were talking about. Why are they coming for you? How do they even know?! Your heart felt like it dropped six feet underground. You stumbled backwards, back against the closed door, hand on your sternum. They were looking for you. They have guns. You were going to die. They were going to kill you. Why? Why?! Your brain screamed at you. Tears started to dribbled down your cheeks as all you could was lean heavily against the door. They were going to kill you.

The only thing stopping you from accidentally announcing where you were was the hand over your mouth. It held in the sobs, the cries, the whimpers. What you couldn’t hold back was the tears staining your face.

Wolf was going to come back from his hunt to find you dead, your brain splattering his ship’s cockpit. Why didn’t he answer? Where was he? Why did he leave? He should’ve never come back here. Earth was bad. It held bad memories. It’s going to hold more. You dead. He’s going to go after them but it won’t bring you back. You’re going to die. They’re going to kill you.

One last sporadic drop of hope entered your heart. It might been the adrenaline racing the organ to feel that way or the terror that squeezed it. You’ll never know. You sprinted towards the control console, seeing the comm. channel light still on. “Wolf, please, I need you!” you whimpered, hands grasping the metal so tightly your knuckles turned ghost white. “They’re here. They’re on the ship. They have guns. They know I’m here. They’re looking for me.”

The longer you talked, the more it seemed you were going down a spiral. Big, fat, globs of tears splattered against the console. You sobbed, no longer caring how quiet you were. “They’re going to kill me, Wolf. I’m going to die. I don’t want to die. I need you, please!” you cried to him and fell to your knees. your head bowed, forehead touching the edge of the dashboard.

Your shoulders shook, sobs leaving your mouth freely. They had to have heard you at this point but you didn’t care now. All you wanted was Wolf to be here. Here with his arms around your body and protect you from the calling of death. “I don’t want to die,” you whimpered, eyes blurry with tears. “They’re going to kill me.” You were too caught up to hide. It was too late.

One last blast knocked down your last line of defense. You stood up and spun around at the same time, back leaning heavily on dashboard. Smoke clouded the most likely demolished doorway now. You held your breath, waiting for a bullet to pierce the unknown and strike you.

Instead, it was them that breached the heavy smoke. When their gazes immediately landed on you, all of their weapons faced you. “Hands up!” one shouted and used the barrel of his gun to motioned for you to put them up. Terror washed over your face at the sight. It froze you in the very spot you stood in.

“No, no, no, no,” you mumbled, shaking like a leaf. This is where you die. Wolf was somewhere far away, not answering the call. He’s going to come back to you dead. On the cockpit’s floor of his ship, cold and lifeless.

“Get the fuck on the ground, fucker!” another demanded of you. Move, your brain screamed at you. Move! Do something. Anything. Just move!

You fell to your knees, hands gripped in front of in a plea. “Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me,” you begged of them. Out of the seven of them, you saw the closest one’s eyes crinkle. He was smirking. He stepped towards you, staying a decent distance away. His gun continuously pointed at your head, finger on the trigger. Your body shook, eyes wide as you watched him, unable to move.

Said man chuckled, shoulders shaking with the action. “I won’t if you listen to us very carefully. None of us are afraid to pull the trigger and end you. Leave you here, deader than a doorknob,” he snarked and motioned with his gun for you to get on the ground. “Now, face down, hands behind your back.”

It struck you. They weren’t going to kill you. They were going to take you. You didn’t know what was worse. Being captured or head blown to pieces right here. Captured means they’re probably going to torture you. They’re going to ask about Wolf and when you don’t give in, they’re going to hurt you. You weren’t prepared for that.

“No!” you shouted at him, teeth gritting against one another. A slow, molasses of courage starting to seep into your veins. Wolf would want you to fight. You were going to fight. You weren’t going to let them capture you. You weren’t going to give up Wolf.

A chorus of laughter erupted from the group. The closest barked his laugh before marching up to you and shoving the barrel of the gun into your head. From the headache and bruising side, you hissed. “It think’s he has a choice, boys. What do you say? Show it how wrong it is?” he questioned his fellow patriots and kept the barrel of the gun pressed into your head. You refused to go down so easily.

Similar to yourself, you know where to hurt a man. Your fist curled into a shaky fist as your head turned to stared him in the eye. A newfound fire flickering to life within your eyes.

It was like he read your mind. The bottom of his combat boots met your uninjured side and sent you sprawling across the floor. You cursed as pain flooded your left side.

Before you could get back up, a knee knocked the air out of your lungs and stayed glued to your back. The barrel was returned to the side of your head. “See? Wasn’t that easy to just listen. You must do it for your owner all the time.” Owner? Who is he talking about?

“Get off of me!” you yelled at him and squirmed, doing everything in your power to get back up. The clicking of a gun cocking stopped you in your tracks. “If you kill me, there won’t be anywhere on this planet you can hide. He will kill you.”

“Your owner won’t do anything. You’re just his pet, a plaything to him. He’ll leave you to rot in the cell we put you in.” That former fear began to creep back inside of your heart. Wolf wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t leave you behind.

“You’re an ass,” you growled at him. That only earned you a chuckle from him and the others around. It was weak, nothing more than a mosquito flying around. Said man shoved his knee further into your back, forcing you to cry out. “Get off of me, you cunt!”

“Ohhh, the pet has a mouth of it. I thought that alien would’ve made you learn by now,” the leader – as you’ve named him, taunted before whacking you with the butt of his gun. You gasped, vision blurring for a moment. “Got nothing to say now?” You stayed quiet, not wanting to get hit again. “Look, boys. We did a better job than that alien.”

The others laughed with him. Humiliation flooded your veins. You had no choice but to listen now. They had made it clear they were willing to hurt you to get their way. “Alright, boys, get this thing cuffed and head out. I don’t want to stay here any longer than we need to be.”

That last sentence peaked your interest. They were scared of Wolf. Well, of course, who wouldn’t be? He’s a highly, well trained hunter with hundreds of years of experience underneath his belt. The first time you saw him, you were terrified of him. It’s a natural reaction to him.

Cuffed? They were going to take you. Capture you. Possibly torture you for information about Wolf. Information you’re not willing to give up so easily. Yet, you’re not trained. “No!” you snapped and struggled underneath him. You weren’t going to be taken! You didn’t want to be.

“Oh shut up, pet. I’ve had my fun and you’ve had your moment. We’re leaving with you alive or dead. Doesn’t matter to us. We get paid all the same.” One of the other soldiers entered your personal space and handed the leader a pair cuffs. The latter gave a gruff thanks. He hooked his weapon with a strap across his back. With the newly acquired cuffs, he snatched both of your hands and twisted them behind your back.

Your heart stuttered in its bony cage. Terror entered your veins as the first biting, cold cuff encircled your wrist. “Wolf!” you cried out, voice wavering with that one word. “Please Wolf. They’re going to take me.” You knew he couldn’t hear your pleas. You knew he hadn’t answered your calls. He somewhere far away, hopefully okay. It matter to you that you tried.

Where was he? You wanted him here, with his arms around you, protecting you. You didn’t care if he killed them and embraced you the moment after. You wouldn’t care about the stench or sight. You wanted Wolf right now.

The knuckles of a furled fist connected with the side of your head. You groaned. “Shut up, before you blow your brains out right here.” Before you had a chance, the same cold, bitter feeling of the second cuff encased your other wrist. They had you cuffed and ready to be taken. Why didn’t you just hide? Why were you so stupid sometimes in the face of danger? Why wasn’t Wolf here?

With the help of the second closest soldier – the one that handed the leader a pair of cuffs, they both easily lifted you off of the floor. Each had an arm under your pits and dragged you from the cockpit. The fight inside of you was gone before it had time to bloom. You were captured, injured and crying silently. Tears stained your cheeks, falling to the warm metal floors.

Unbeknownst to you, Wolf heard every word, every cry for help. He heard your pleads for him as he raced back, full speed ahead. His older body aching more than ever to reach you in time. He heard the nasty name they called you. Those pyode-amedha were going to pay for laying a hand on you.

Wolf skidded to a stop in the cockpit. Your pungent odor of fear assaulted him. It was too late. The walls shook with a mighty, deafening roar.

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18th August >> Fr. Martin's Homilies/Reflections on Today's Mass Readings for the Twentieth Sunday in Ordinary Time (B) (Inc. John 6:51-58): ‘Whoever eats me will draw life from me’.

Twentieth Sunday in Ordinary Time (B)

Gospel (Except USA) John 6:51-58 My flesh is real food and my blood is real drink.

Jesus said to the crowd:

‘I am the living bread which has come down from heaven. Anyone who eats this bread will live for ever; and the bread that I shall give is my flesh, for the life of the world.’

Then the Jews started arguing with one another: ‘How can this man give us his flesh to eat?’ they said. Jesus replied:

‘I tell you most solemnly, if you do not eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you will not have life in you. Anyone who does eat my flesh and drink my blood has eternal life, and I shall raise him up on the last day. For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink. He who eats my flesh and drinks my blood lives in me and I live in him. As I, who am sent by the living Father, myself draw life from the Father, so whoever eats me will draw life from me. This is the bread come down from heaven; not like the bread our ancestors ate: they are dead, but anyone who eats this bread will live for ever.’

Gospel (USA) John 6:51–58 My flesh is true food and my blood is true drink.

Jesus said to the crowds: “I am the living bread that came down from heaven; whoever eats this bread will live forever; and the bread that I will give is my flesh for the life of the world.” The Jews quarreled among themselves, saying, “How can this man give us his flesh to eat?” Jesus said to them, “Amen, amen, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you do not have life within you. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him on the last day. For my flesh is true food, and my blood is true drink. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me and I in him. Just as the living Father sent me and I have life because of the Father, so also the one who feeds on me will have life because of me. This is the bread that came down from heaven. Unlike your ancestors who ate and still died, whoever eats this bread will live forever.”

Homilies (7)

(i) Twentieth Sunday in Ordinary Time

One of the verses in Patrick Kavanagh’s well-known poem, ‘A Christmas Childhood’, goes as follows, ‘A water-hen screeched in the bog, Mass-going feet Crunched the wafer-ice on the pot-holes, Somebody wistfully twisted the bellows wheel’. He is nostalgically looking back at the Christmases of his childhood in his native Monaghan. I have always been struck by the line in that verse, ‘Mass-going feet crunched the wafer-thin ice on the pot-holes’. There may be less ‘Mass-going feet’ these days that there were when Patrick Kavanagh wrote his poem. Yet, many of us still feel drawn to gather to celebrate Sunday Mass, as we are doing here this Sunday.

Why do we come to Mass on a Sunday when there are many other things we could be doing? Perhaps in the past, people went to Mass because it was something everybody did. There was an element of cultural and family pressure. That is certainly not the case today. You have come to Mass this Sunday because you have chosen to do so. In many ways it is a counter cultural choice. It is going against the general trend. People may ask you, ‘Why are you still going to Mass on a Sunday?’ It is a question that is worth asking and pondering over. Perhaps today’s gospel reading points us in the direction of an answer. There Jesus calls on us to eat his flesh and drink his blood and promises us that if we do so we will draw life from him. His language of eating his flesh and drinking his blood is quite startling and provocative. The question people asked in the gospel reading is an understandable one, ‘How can this man give us his flesh to eat?’ Jesus is clearly referring to what we have come to call the Eucharist. His words point ahead to the last supper, when he took bread, blessed it, broke it and gave it to his disciples saying, ‘This is my body’, and when he took a cup of wine, blessed it and gave it to his disciples saying, ‘This is my blood of the covenant’. In speaking of his flesh and blood, his body and blood, he was referring to his whole self, who he was and what he stood for. He gave his whole self to us out of love for us on the cross. At the last supper he gave his whole self to his disciples under the form of bread and wine, in anticipation of the gift of himself he would make the following day on the cross. At every Mass, the risen Lord continues to give us the gift of his whole self. There is no greater gift he could give us. He gives us this gift of himself to nourish us spiritually, just as a baby is physically nourished their mother in the mother’s womb. As the unborn child draws life from the mother, so, in the words of Jesus in the gospel reading, when we receive him in the Eucharist we draw life from him, just as he draws life from God his Father. The life that we draw from him is not just physical life but the life of God, a life that endures beyond this earthly life.

Why do we go to Mass, especially on a Sunday? We go because the Lord has left us this wonderful gift through which he continues to give himself to us in love so that we may have life and have it to the full. We go because we recognize that we need this gift to sustain us on our journey of faith, just as the unborn child needs the mother’s flesh and blood for physical sustenance. The Lord gives himself to us in the Eucharist to nourish our relationship with him, to sustain that relationship in a world where that relationship is so often put to the test. He renews the gift of his whole self to us at every Eucharist so that we can renew the gift of our whole selves to him. In the words of the gospel reading, through the Eucharist he comes to live in us, so that we can continue to live in him. The only reason we come to the Eucharist is because we have personally chosen to be in relationship with Jesus and we want that relationship to be sustained and nourished. We gather at the Eucharist as a community of disciples, all of us at different stages of our faith journey. Our relationship with the Lord is personal and unique to each of us. Yet, wherever we are on that journey, we all have a place here. We are all welcome here. The Lord wants to give the gift of his whole self to all of us because we all need the spiritual sustenance that only he can give. Like the Woman Wisdom’s feast in the first reading, the invitation is extended to all from the city’s heights.

The Lord gives his whole self to us in the Eucharist to empower us to bring his whole self to others. We receive the Lord’s body in the Eucharist so that we may be his living body for others. We are sent forth from the Eucharist to live lives that redeem the present age, in the words of the second reading, lives that allow the Lord to be present to all whom we meet.

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(ii) Twentieth Sunday in Ordinary Time

It can be tempting to give out about the age in which we live. We can be very aware of the shortcomings of our time and culture. We often complain of falling standards in all walks of life. We are conscious of a breakdown in community, a decline in moral values, a fracturing of family life. The increase in the suicide rate, especially among young men, is disturbing evidence that many people experience our times as devoid of meaning. We could easily get discouraged about our contemporary society.

I was struck by the statement of Paul at the beginning of the second reading, ‘This may be a wicked age, but your lives should redeem it’. In his letter to the Romans he says something similar: ‘Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good’. Paul was well aware of the dark side of his own culture. Yet, that reality did not discourage him. He was convinced that the lives of believers could redeem the age in which they lived. We don’t often think of ourselves as redeemers. We tend to reserve the term ‘redeemer’ for Christ. Yet, Paul is prepared to extend that term to all those who have been baptized into Christ. He recognizes that the Lord working through us can redeem the time, the age, in which we live. In so far as we are in relationship with the Lord, our lives can make a difference for the better. We can never underestimate the extent to which the Lord can make us a force for good, a source of life and light, in our world. Jesus addresses his disciples in the gospels as the light of the world and the salt of the earth.

As Christians we recognize that if the Lord is to work in a redeeming and life-giving way through us, we need to keep our relationship with him alive. That call to a close relationship with the Lord is strongly present in the readings this morning. In the first reading, the Wisdom of God calls on people to come to her so as to eat the bread and drink the wine of her teaching. In the gospel reading, Jesus, the true wisdom of God, goes further and calls on his disciples, not only to come to him, but to eat his flesh and drink his blood. This kind of language must have seemed a bit shocking at the time. We can sympathize with the Jews who asked, ‘How can this man give us his flesh to eat?’ Indeed in the verse immediately following where our reading ends, some of Jesus’ own disciples say, ‘This is intolerable language. How could anyone accept it?’ Yet, in spite of the hostile reaction to his words from the Jews, and even from some of his disciples, Jesus did not try to speak in a way that was more acceptable to his hearers. The language of eating his flesh and drinking his blood was not up for negotiation.

The call of Jesus to come to him raises no hackles, but his call, ‘Eat me’, still has the power to make us sit up a bit. In calling on us to eat his flesh and drink his blood, Jesus shows us just how deeply he wants to be in communion with us. It is the Eucharist that makes possible that depth of communion between us and the Lord that he desires. The Lord wants us not merely to come to him, but to consume him. He wants us to take him into ourselves, to really digest him, in the sense of making our own his outlook on life, his values, his attitudes, his way of relating. In absorbing him in this way he promises that we will come to share in his very life. As Jesus says in the gospel reading, ‘Whoever eats me will draw life from me’. Jesus gives himself to us as food and drink so that we may live with his life. Whenever we eat food, the food becomes part of us; it lives in us, but when we receive the Lord in the Eucharist, he does not become part of us in that sense. Rather we become part of him; we live with his own life. This is a life that never ends. ‘Anyone who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life’.

The Lord offers us this level of communion with himself so that our own lives may redeem the times in which we live. The life that we receive from the Lord in the Eucharist is to flow through us and enhance and ennoble the world of which we are a part. When we say ‘Amen’ before receiving communion, we are not only saying ‘I believe this is the body of Christ’, but we are also saying ‘Amen’ to the Lord dwelling in our lives so that he may carry out his life-giving mission in the world through us.

The Eucharist is at the heart of the Church’s life. Pope John Paul II in his Encyclical Letter on the Eucharist puts it this way, ‘The Church has received the Eucharist from Christ her Lord not as one gift – however precious – among so many others, but as the gift par excellence, for it is the gift of himself in his sacred humanity, as well as the gift of his saving work’. We receive the Lord’s gift of himself in this Eucharist so that his saving work can continue in our world through our lives. He comes to us as food and drink in the Eucharist so that the age in which we live might be redeemed by our presence and our lives.

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(iii) Twentieth Sunday in Ordinary Time

You may remember that we had a sister from the Medical Missionaries of Mary speak at all the Masses a few Sundays ago. I was struck by her comments about the good work that various church agencies were doing throughout the world. I was reminded of what she said by a verse in this morning’s second reading where Paul says, ‘This may be a wicked age, but your lives should redeem it’. Paul was clearly of the view that the lives of those who have been baptized into Christ are capable of making a difference for the better to the world in which we live. He is reminding us that as members of Christ’s body, we can all bring something of Christ’s life-giving love to others. We may be inclined to think, ‘What difference could I make?’ We may feel that we are not good enough to make a real difference for the good in our world. Yet, even if we can be slow at times to take ourselves seriously as people who can redeem the age, the Lord does take us seriously. He has great work to do in and through us, if only we make ourselves available to him, and if only we trust that, in spite of our many weaknesses and failings, he can and will work powerfully through us.

The Lord wants to work through us, but before he works through us, he gives himself to us. The Lord equips us to share in his redeeming and life-giving work. He gives himself to us so that we can then give him to others. That is the message of this morning’s gospel reading. Jesus speaks there of giving us his flesh to eat and his blood to drink. It is hard to conceive of a more striking way for Jesus to speak about giving himself to us. In fact, Jesus’ way of speaking was so shocking that many of those who were listening to him could not take what he said seriously. According to our gospel reading, some asked, ‘How can this man give us his flesh to eat?’ Even some of Jesus’ own disciples, according to the evangelist, found this language of Jesus intolerable. Immediately after where our gospel reading ends, we are informed that some of Jesus’ disciples said, ‘This teaching is difficult; who can accept it?’

The teaching of Jesus in this morning’s gospel reading is challenging. It can be as difficult for us today, two thousand years later, as it was for some of Jesus’ contemporaries to take fully on board his insistence that we eat his flesh and drink his blood. Jesus gave his flesh and blood for the life of the world on the cross. He gave everything he had for the life of the world - such was his love for the world, his love for all of us. Jesus not only gave his flesh and blood on the cross for the life of the world, but according to our gospel reading he wants us to eat his flesh and drink his blood. This is clearly a reference to the Eucharist. The flesh and blood that Jesus gave for us on the cross he gives to us at every Eucharist, under the form of bread and wine. At the last supper, on the evening before he died, Jesus took bread and said to his disciples, ‘take and eat. This bread is my body, my flesh’. He then took a cup of wine and said, ‘take and drink. This wine is my blood of the covenant’. At the last supper, Jesus gave his disciples his flesh to eat and his blood to drink, under the form of bread and wine. The Lord who gave himself totally for us on Good Friday, gives himself totally to us at every Eucharist. That has been the faith of the church since that first Holy Thursday and Good Friday. According to this morning’s gospel reading, he gives himself to us in the Eucharist so that we can draw life from him. ‘As I draw life from the Father’, he says, ‘so whoever eats me will draw life from me’. In the Eucharist we draw from the Lord’s risen life, and that is why he can say, ‘anyone who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life’. We generally think of eternal life as life after death, buy according to today’s gospel reading, eternal life can also be ours before death. We begin to share in the Lord’s own life here and now when in faith we receive the Lord in the Eucharist.

In receiving the Lord in the Eucharist, we are at the same time receiving all that he stands for; the values by which he lives; we are receiving his teaching or, in the language of the first reading, his wisdom. Just as in the first reading, the Wisdom of God says ‘Come and eat my bread’, in the Eucharist, Jesus, the Wisdom of God, says, ‘Come and eat my flesh and drink my blood’. The Eucharist calls on us to imbibe the Lord fully, to take into ourselves all that he is, all that he lived and died for - his values, his attitudes, his mind and heart. If we do that, then our lives will redeem the age in which we live. The Lord will continue his redeeming and life-giving work through us.

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(iv) Twentieth Sunday in Ordinary Time

After people have moved into a new house or do some refurbishment on their home, they often have a little celebration in the house to which they invite people. Once the house is ready to their satisfaction they open it up to others and provide some refreshments. We often call it a house warmer. It is as if the house needs a good presence of other people to be properly launched. When you look at today’s first reading you find something similar happening. We have this woman by the name of Wisdom. She builds herself a house, clearly a very elegant house; it has no less than seven pillars. She then throws a feast of fine wine and good meat and sends out her maid servants into the streets to gather people to her table. In that reading the building of a house, the making of a feast, the invitation to come and eat and drink, is an imaginative way of speaking about God as the wise host who invites all of humanity to learn from his wisdom. It is interesting that God is portrayed as a woman in this reading, Woman Wisdom.

That image of Woman Wisdom who says, ‘Come and eat of my bread, drink the wine I have prepared’ finds an echo in the figure of Jesus in the gospel reading who declares, ‘I am the living bread which has come down from heaven. Anyone who eats this bread will live forever’. Like Woman Wisdom Jesus invites us to come and eat of his bread, but unlike Woman Wisdom he declares himself to be that bread. We are to eat of him, to drink of him. More specifically he calls on us to eat his flesh and to drink his blood. This goes far beyond anything Woman Wisdom calls for in that first reading. Jesus’ language of eating his flesh and drinking his blood is shocking in many respects. We can sympathize with those who object, ‘How can this man give us his flesh to eat?’ We cannot hear this language without thinking of the words of Jesus to his disciples at the last supper when, taking bread, blessing it and breaking it, he gave it to them saying, ‘Take, eat, this is my body’, and taking and blessing a cup of wine he gave it to them, saying, ‘Take, drink, this is the new covenant in my blood’. He gave himself to his disciples, his body and blood, under the form of bread and wine. The last supper became the first Eucharist. We cannot but hear the language of the Eucharist in this morning’s gospel reading, the Eucharist which we are now celebrating together.

We invite people to our home and we place food and drink before them and we invite them to eat and drink. Jesus invites us to his table and he puts himself before us as food and drink and invites us to eat and drink. In language that is very daring Jesus declares himself to be our food and drink, the one who can satisfy our deepest hungers and thirsts, our hunger and thirst for life. Jesus declares in that gospel reading, ‘anyone who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life’. We tend to think of ‘eternal life’ as a life that only begins after death. Yet, it is clear from the gospel reading that by ‘eternal life’ Jesus does not just mean a life that begins after this earthly life ends. He understands eternal life as a life that we can begin to experience in the midst of this earthly life. That is why he says in that gospel reading, ‘as I, who am sent by the living Father, myself draw life from the Father, so whoever eats me will draw life from me’. Just as in the course of his earthly life, Jesus drew life from God, so in the course of our earthly lives we can draw life from Jesus through our communion with him in the Eucharist. The life Jesus drew from God and we draw from Jesus is eternal life; it is the life of God. Here and now through our communion with Jesus in the Eucharist we can enjoy a first taste of eternal life. What is eternal life only the life of God, the life of Love, of a love that is unconditional and eternal? It is that life which we begin to taste in the Eucharist, because the Eucharist is the celebration of God’s love for us in Christ. In the Eucharist God’s loving gift of his Son is made present over and over again. God so loved the world that he gave his only Son.

We come to the Eucharist to draw life from the risen Lord to draw God’s life from him, God’s love. We are then sent from the Eucharist to be channels of that life, of that love, for each other. We come to the Eucharist hungering and thirsting for life, for authentic life, the life of God, the love of God, and we are sent out from the Eucharist as life givers, as agents of God’s life and love within our homes, our society, our world.

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(v) Twentieth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Last Sunday I spoke about Francis Xavier Van Thuan who was archbishop of what is now Ho Chi Min City. For thirteen years he was imprisoned in North Vietnam, spending nine of years those in solitary confinement. On one occasion, a copy of the New Testament was smuggled into the prison for the Catholic prisoners. To ensure that they could all share God’s word, the prisoners ripped the New Testament into little sheets which were then distributed among the prisoners. Each prisoner memorized by heart the sheet that he or she received. Every sunset, the prisoners took it in turn to recite aloud the part that they had memorized. Archbishop Van Thuan recalled after his release from prison how moving it was to hear the Word of God recited with such strength of faith in the silence and the darkness. He said that no one could doubt at that moment the presence of God in his Word. I was reminded of that story again by a verse in today’s second reading from Paul’s letter to the Ephesians, ‘This may be a wicked age but your lives should redeem it’.

Paul was aware that the values of his surrounding culture were in many ways hostile to those of the gospel. He knew how easy it was for members of the church to be influenced by those values. Yet, he also knew that they could witness to the values of the gospel in that culture by how they lived. In doing so, as Paul puts it, they could redeem the age in which they lived. It might seem strange to think of ourselves as redeemers. We acknowledge Jesus as the redeemer. ‘To redeem’ is ‘to set free’, to deliver from all forms of enslavement. We look to Jesus as the one who delivers us from all that works against what Paul calls the glorious freedom of the children of God. Yet, Paul was very aware that Jesus wanted to continue his redeeming, liberating, work in and through his followers, the church. The church is the Lord’s body, where the Lord’s redeeming work is to find expression in every age. In his letter to the church in Rome, Paul says, ‘do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good’. We are to be faithful to the gospel even in environments where it is being rejected so that the Lord’s work of redeeming the age can continue through us.

Those prisoners in Ho Chi Min city were victims of a culture that denied religious freedom. Yet, they found their own way of standing up against it. When an unexpected opportunity came their way to feed their faith, in the form of the smuggled New Testament, they seized this opportunity with courage and imagination. They devised a way to ensure that everyone could feed on the God’s Word, the Bread of life. They knew that here was bread that could nourish their spirits, and satisfy their deepest hungers and bring freedom even in their imprisonment. When Jesus says in today’s gospel reading, ‘I am the living bread which has come down from heaven’, he is saying that he alone can satisfy the deepest hungers of the human heart, the hunger for a love that is unconditional and all forgiving, for authentic freedom. One of the ways he comes to us today as Bread of Life is through his Word. The church speaks of the lectern from which the word of God is proclaimed as the table of the Word. In feeding ourselves on the Bread of the Lord’s Word, we create an opening for the Lord to continue his redeeming work in us and through us, his work of overcoming evil with good.

The prisoners’ action of tearing up the New Testament into sheets and passing around the sheets so as to ensure that every prisoner could have a personal encounter with the Lord’s word reminds me of what happens at Mass with regard to the consecrated bread. It is broken into small pieces so that all can share in it. The prisoners broke the bread of the word because they had no access to the bread of the Eucharist. We are fortunate to have access to both. The prisoners entered into communion with the Lord and with each other in and through their breaking of the bread of the Lord’s word and their sharing it. This is something we can all do whenever we gather to share and hear the Lord’s word. Unlike the prisoners, we can also enter into communion with the Lord and with each other in and through our breaking of the Eucharistic bread and our sharing in it. In today’s gospel reading, Jesus offers us his flesh to eat and his blood to drink. This is an even deeper form of communion with the Lord and with each other than is possible through the sharing of the bread of the word. Jesus comes to us in the Eucharist to nourish our faith, hope and love. He gives us himself, under the form of bread and wine, so that we can more truly be his body in the world. He draws us into this very intimate form of communion with himself and with each other so that our lives are empowered to redeem the age in which we live.

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(vi) Twentieth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Francis Xavier Van Thuan was archbishop of Saigon, now Ho Chi Min City. For thirteen years he was imprisoned in North Vietnam, spending nine of those years in solitary confinement. On one occasion, a copy of the New Testament was smuggled into the prison for the Catholic prisoners. To ensure that they could all share God’s word, the prisoners ripped the New Testament into little sheets which were then distributed among themselves. Each prisoner memorized by heart the sheet that he or she received. Every sunset, the prisoners took it in turn to recite aloud the part that they had memorized. After his release from prison, Archbishop Van Thuan recalled how moving it was to hear the Word of God recited with such strength of faith in the silence and the darkness. He said that no one could doubt at that moment the presence of God in his Word. I was reminded of that story by today’s second reading where Paul says, ‘This may be a wicked age but your lives should redeem it’.

Paul was aware that the values of his surrounding culture were in many ways hostile to those of the gospel of the Lord. He knew how easy it was for members of the church to be influenced by the values of the pagan culture. Yet, he also knew that they could witness to the values of the gospel in that culture by how they lived. In doing so, as Paul puts it, they could redeem the age in which they lived. It might seem strange to think of ourselves as redeemers. ‘To redeem’ is ‘to set free’, to deliver from enslavement. We look to Jesus as the one who delivers us from all that works against what Paul calls the glorious freedom of the children of God. Yet, Paul was very aware that Jesus wanted to continue his redeeming, liberating, work in and through his followers, the church. The church, the community of disciples, is the Lord’s body, where his redeeming work is to find expression in every age. In his letter to the church in Rome, Paul says, ‘do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good’. We are to be faithful to the gospel even in environments where it is being rejected so that the Lord’s work of redeeming the age can continue through us.

Archbishop Van Thuan and the other prisoners were victims of a culture that denied religious freedom. Yet, they found their own way of standing up against it, of redeeming the atheistic culture around them. When an unexpected opportunity came their way to feed their faith, in the form of the smuggled New Testament, they seized it with courage and imagination. They devised a way to ensure that everyone could feed on the God’s Word. They knew that here was bread that could nourish their spirits, satisfy their deepest hungers and bring freedom even in their imprisonment. When Jesus says in today’s gospel reading, ‘I am the living bread which has come down from heaven’, he is saying that he alone can satisfy the our spiritual hunger, the hunger for a love that is unconditional, for authentic freedom. One of the ways he comes to us today as living bread is through his Word. The church speaks of the lectern from which the word of God is proclaimed as the table of the Word. In feeding ourselves on the Bread of the Lord’s Word, we create an opening for the Lord to continue his redeeming work in us and through us, his work of overcoming evil with good.

The most privileged way the Lord comes to us as living bread is through the Eucharist. The prisoners’ action of tearing up the New Testament into sheets and passing them around so to ensure that every prisoner could have a personal encounter with the Lord’s word reminds me of what happens at Mass with regard to the consecrated bread. It is given out in small pieces so that all can share in it. The prisoners broke the bread of the word because they had no access to the bread of the Eucharist. We are fortunate to have access to both. The prisoners entered into communion with the Lord and with each other by breaking the bread of the Lord’s word and sharing it. This is something we can all do whenever we gather to share and hear the Lord’s word. Unlike the prisoners, we can also enter into communion with the Lord and with each other in and through our breaking of the Eucharistic bread and our sharing in it. In today’s gospel reading, Jesus offers us his flesh to eat and his blood to drink. This is an even deeper form of communion with the Lord and with each other than is possible through the sharing of the bread of the word. Jesus comes to us in the Eucharist to nourish our faith, hope and love. In the words of the first reading, Jesus says to us, ‘Come and eat my bread, drink the wine I have prepared!’ He gives us himself, under the form of bread and wine, so that we can more truly be his body in the world. He draws us into communion with himself and each other to empower us for our task to redeem the age in which we live.

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(vii) Twentieth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Recent statistics show that the percentage of Catholics in Ireland who go to Sunday Mass is in decline. The same pattern is to be found in many other countries of Western Europe. There are probably many complex reasons for this, such as, secularism, disillusionment and anger with the church, loss of faith, poor quality celebration of liturgy. When going to Sunday Mass is no longer the norm, even among baptized Catholics, it invites the question, ‘Why do the rest of us go to Mass on Sunday?’ ‘Why do I go to Mass on Sunday?’ Today’s gospel reading gives us an approach to answering that question.

When Jesus speaks in the gospel reading about eating his flesh and drinking his blood, the reference is clearly to what came to be called the Eucharist. At the last supper, Jesus identified his body or his flesh with the bread that he took, broke, blessed and gave to his disciples. He identified his blood with the wine that he took, blessed and gave to his disciples. He was giving his body and blood, his flesh and blood, his entire self to his disciples, under the form of bread and wine. He called on his disciples to ‘do this in memory of me’, to keep doing what Jesus had done at the last supper, his words and actions, so that he could continue to give himself fully and completely to all future disciples under the form of bread and wine. That is why Saint Paul, writing about twenty five years after the death and resurrection of Jesus, could say, ‘the cup of blessing that we bless is it not a communion in the blood of Christ? The bread that we break, is it not a communion in the body of Christ?’ Paul is clearly referring to the Eucharist as it was being celebrated and understood within a few decades of Jesus’ life. In taking the bread that has been blessed and broken and the wine that has been blessed we are entering into communion with the body and blood of Jesus, we are uniting ourselves with the risen Lord.

Jesus says something very similar to Paul in the gospel reading. He declares that those who eat his flesh and drink his blood in the Eucharist live in him and he lives in them. Through the Eucharist there is a deep communion between ourselves and the Lord, a mutual indwelling. Jesus goes on to say that because of our deep communion with the Lord through the Eucharist, we can draw life from him. ‘Whoever eats me will draw life from me’. That is one of the reasons we go to Mass, to draw life from the risen Lord, a life that impacts on us here and now, and also endures into eternity. Jesus is talking about the life of the Spirit, the life of God, a life that enhances our human living and endures into eternity. It is because Jesus comes to us in the Eucharist to give us life, in this sense, that he speaks of himself in the gospel as ‘the living bread which has come down from heaven’ or, more simply, the ‘Bread of life’. We probably don’t appreciate the importance of bread in the time and place of Jesus. Today, as we wander around a supermarket, we can buy any kind of food we fancy, provided we can afford to do so. I can choose a menu every day from a vast array of options. In this world of full consumer choice, it is difficult to grasp the full significance of Jesus describing himself as the Bread of Life. In the biblical world, including the world of Jesus, the key to life was ready access to grain which can be turned into bread. Grain meant bread and bread meant life; its absence meant famine and death. Everyone understood and felt their dependence on bread. When Jesus declares himself to be the bread of life, he is presenting himself as the heavenly equivalent of bread. To survive in this life, people needed access to God. Jesus was saying that to survive in the presence of God, to survive spiritually, we need to rely on him.

It is clear from the gospel reading that many of Jesus’ listeners did not recognize their reliance on him for spiritual survival, did not accept his claim to be the Bread of Life. ‘How can this man give us his flesh to eat?’, they asked. We come to Mass because we recognize Jesus as our Bread of Life. At some deep level, we know that we need to be in communion with him if we are to be spiritually alive, and, therefore, fully alive as a human being. We recognize our dependence on Jesus for true life, for what he calls elsewhere, life to the full. We come to Mass not because of custom or culture or, much less, coercion, but because we want to respond to Jesus’ wonderful invitation to come to him and eat of his flesh and drink of his blood so that we may draw life from him, the same life that he draws from the Father. That is the statement we are making every time to go to Mass, whether the Mass is a small gathering of people in a room or the huge gathering that will take place in the Phoenix Park next Sunday. We are then sent out from Mass to bring something of the Lord’s life we have received to those we meet. We are sent to become bread broken for others by reaching out to others in love.

Fr. Martin Hogan.

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miela · 4 months ago

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Dear Reader

Hey, Hey, Heeeeeeyyyyy

Long time no update, eh? I hope you're all doing well! Let me know down in the comments I miss all of you truly.

Let's get this out of the way: No, I'm not here to tell you that I won't be continuing the fic. I certainly am going to. Really I just wanted to give you guys updates on what's going on and why my hiatus took 7 plus months unexpectedly. I won't go into the nitty gritty details of it all but I will give a general idea because it may result in other hiatuses (I’m working around trying to find a way to prevent that though).

Firstly, I have been dealing with chronic pain for the past few months. I feel it in my back, knees, neck and hands mostly. Which you can imagine, prevents me from typing, drawing or doing much of anything as much as I would like to. At most I can properly type a few paragraphs at a time before my fingers want to give out. Regarding my hands, I have no idea where this stems from (certainly not me cracking my knuckles as a teenager, not that can’t be it…), but I’m doing different things and exercises that have been helping me. For the rest of my body, I couldn’t tell you but I’m working on doing better health practices to keep myself functioning.

Secondly, I’m a uni graduate (yay). And I have been STRUGGLING at finding a job in this post-pandemic economy. I’m not even gonna go into the absolute outrage I feel about this. Either way, I got a small job at a cafe that lasted a month and it put me in such a depressive state that I just recently was able to pull myself out of it (it was seriously THAT BAD, guys). And on top of that I’ve been feeling like a failure for not being able to find a job in my field. Either way, I’m in my Miles Morales era and doing my own thing.

There’s more to it but those are the main ones. I have been thinking about this story NON-STOP so don’t worry I haven’t given up on it. I promise I will be back. I’m going to be writing, but I probably will be updating slower than usual. I want to improve in my writing and make sure the chapters are the best they can be for you guys to enjoy (literally I was reading Manacled and Crimson Rivers and the writing is soooo good that I was mad at myself for not being at that level even if I did have a decade long writer’s block LMAO). If you sent in any request for me to write, I haven’t abandoned you guys either! Don’t worry! I SEE YOU! I will give you your requests!

Speaking of, I am planning my next fic (literally ignore my trello I have to organize it honestly). It’s going to be Marauders Era one. I have a few ideas of what I want to do but I am excited to write it! More OCs to come! (Disclaimer: FUCK JKR, Let’s all steal the wizarding world and make it lgbtqia+ AF).

Anyways, I didn’t say all this to gain pity. Please don’t pity me. I just wanted to keep you all updated on what's going on.

It’s good to be back! I missed all of you.

(Literally i'm such an asshole for leaving ya'll on a cliffhanger like that. I am SO SORRY. Literally tf is wrong with me fr.)

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#mae yaps #miela speaks #shattered memories

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fallenclan · 1 year ago

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Sorry I'm normal and perk up like a cat hearing a bird at any mention of Sunwish. (NOTE - need to think about 🧶 anon's ask some more rotate it in my head but i do concur largely and also am a little insane about it. Holding hands and skipping and singing tralala together as Sun & Scorch apologists respectively & wielder of them all)

IN FOCUS THOUGH. Ohh... I have to wonder about Sun and Morning's relationship. Sun wasn't amongst those openly mourning Morning, to my memory, but I have to think. I have to wonder. Morningbloom was strict and a good kitsitter; Sunwish was righteous and a good listener. Morningbloom was 19 moons when Sunwish was 12 moons - feasibly someone Sun would've looked up to, as an older warrior apprentice then warrior. Morningbloom was the first cat - the only cat, according to my notes - to die directly under Sunwish's paws as the clan's sole medic. (Nettlestem was found dead, I believe? Mauled on a walk.) (Though you COULD speculate she might've been found alive for drama, if you want - probably a case of Sun being in the wrong place, not having the right herbs, or just not being able to repair that kind of damage. Either way, she mourns her.) I have to wonder.

Did Sunwish aspire to be like Morningbloom, of who we saw little, but seemed a respectable warrior? Did Morningbloom appreciate Sunwish's company while she was in the medicine den with a broken spine; did she think her hard-headed righteousness was cute? Did Sunwish appreciate Morningbloom's, prickly* though she could be? For some reason Morning gives me the vibe of someone who's just nice company in general, good to sit with. Heart-rendingly, I can't help but wonder - if Morningbloom was a good kitsitter, Sunwish a good listener, did she tell her about the little cats she'd looked out for before** in those nights she was stuck on bedrest? Reminiscing, maybe laughing off some of Sunwish's dread at the prospect of having to see to some arrive safely someday as the clan's medic, smiling around some casual reassurance. Did Sunwish believe it? Did Morningbloom?

Did she still, as she laid dying under her paws?

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THIS IS MAKING ME SO UNWELL WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN WTFFFFFFFFF

just. first of all. the final painful edition fucking FLOORED me. i literally stopped and put my head in my hands physically what the FUUUUCK thats so fucked up wtf. holy shit and that just makes me wonder if Oaktuft ever knew that Scorchstar was the one that killed Sunwish. and if they would have felt guilty about it. AUGH???

Morningbloom and Sunwish. oh fuuuck they are making me feel ILL. because i can look back at my drawings fairly easily i can tell you that Sunwish was NOT one of the cats to mourn Morningbloom but i am completely disregarding this bc like. could you fucking imagine. Morningbloom spent all those moons in the medicine den healing her broken spine. they HAD to have talked a bit, maybe even been friends? a little? and yeah Morningbloom grew a little crush on her but WHAT IF. Sunwish finally let slip how much she hated being a medicine cat. and Morningbloom promised once she got better she would teach Sunwish some battle moves or hunting moves. and maybe she DID. maybe the two of them in their spare time went out on faux patrols like Sunwish was a real warrior. maybe Morningbloom was the one to cheer when Sunwish caught her first prey. do you think that Sunwish would have finally grown some hope about her situation, and dreamed that one day she might be a warrior? do you think that when Morningbloom died, her hopes did too?

another thing you're right about is Morningbloom fr has haunted the narrative SO much. arguably more than any other clan founder??? i mean. Scorchstar, Nettlestem, Oaktuft, they were all old and relatively fulfilled when they died. Wildfang didn't really have time to leave an impact on the clan. Sunwish is obviously another story but MORNINGBLOOM. even though she died on only like moon 25 you can FEEL her impact through the story. she's haunting it. imagine how Sunwish felt. even if there WAS nothing she could do, i bet thats not what she told herself. hell, I bet that's not even what Scorchstar told her. even if Morningbloom's ghost didn't really haunt her. maybe all the sleepless nights... idk. i have thoughts.

but FUCK when Sunwish died????? and Morningbloom is like. There. yknow. the physical manifestation of your failure at the one duty you were permitted to do. the only path you were allowed to follow. the death on your paws. standing right in front of you and smiling???? unreal. i bet the first words out of Morning's mouth were assurances that it wasn't Sunwish's fault, it was never Sunwish's fault.

do you think they spend their free time in Starclan practicing hunting moves?

#fallenasks #black cat anon #sunwish #IM SO UNWELLLLL #and youre SO right about sunwish having that autistic swagger too. who says she wasn't grieving maybe she just shows it differently huh.#ever think about that?#this lives in my head now btw. everything you say about sunwish is so unbelievably correct

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b-ritney · 2 years ago

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MY FAVS LIST PT.2

for some reason every time I try to add a new fic to my original favs list it says there is an "Error processing my post" *rolling my eyes* I have so many fics to add to the list tho, get ready to add some new HEAT to your TBR :)

PART 1 You DO NOT want to miss these

mostly Stranger Things and Avatar lmao

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Sleepy and Needy in Steves Lap by @lunarzstarz SMUT

Oh my f'ing GAWD, this is *chef's kiss* this writer is SO talented.

she's gonna save me by @newlips Fluff

Bestie im on my knees. You killed that fr, mechanic Eddie never disappoints. :) THIS IS A 2 PaRt SeriES so far!!

as long as you need by @lilacletter SMUT

As promised I was FINALLY able to add this to the list! :) I love the kindness and attentiveness the writer portrayed in Eddie it's so PerFecT, this writer is sooo talented! Get ready to MELT like a popsicle in JULY.

You Give Love A Bad Name by @cinemaquinn SMUT SMUT SMUT

Also as promised I was finally able to add this to the list :) come get ya'll JUICE!!! I am LIVING for the breaks in his dominant demeanor. Like even though he's a dick he still wants her to feel good and be comfortable. BUT THE ENDING TORE MY ASS UPPPPP girllllll it's soooo good!

Ok i had to come back and add more to this bc i've now read it 3 times.

You know when you're looking for that perfect dynamic in a fic that is the sexiest to you? This is that for me. Like you can tell that even though he is cocky and has the rockstar persona when it gets down to it you can tell he genuinely cares that she is comfortable and enjoying herself. and the CHECKING IN had me giggling and kicking my feet like... he is giving me whiplash in the best way... its like a fatal attraction, he draws you in with the bad boy persona and then switches up and is all sweet and caring and then goes right back to the bad boy. I'm so excited to see how the next part goes.

Lets Go Dont Wait by @carolmunson spicy Fluff

Girl... you've once again blessed me with a masterpiece, I'm officially dubbing it a New York Times best-seller

Check out @pandorxx and @tiredmamaissy for some KILLER avatar smut... I mean both of these writers are so talented... and the content they serve is *bitting my knuckles* SO PeRfecT.... if you love ten-foot-tall, blue, SHREDDED cat people then they've got you covered fr fr <3

Satiate me by @zujime SMUT

hehehehehe this is.. hehehe sensational... we love a tired, hazy dick down... at least I do. *cries in virgin* Listen... The casual dominance had me at attention like YES SIRRRRR when he goes, “Open up for me, yeah?” and “Tongue out, baby, come on.” I was GONE. seriously fabulous work <3

Just call me Mr.Munson by @bimbobaggins69 SMUT

Listen the idea of sucking dick has never been appealing to me.. only just recently have I discovered this itty bitty part of me that might like it a little... but THIS, this has given me a whole new perspective lmao consider my horizons broadened, and the idea not completely off the table LMFAO <3 awesome fic

Eddie Shotgunning blurb by @wndalovebot SpICy <3

Doing this with someone is in my top 3 fantasies lmao you should have heard the scream I scrumpt lmao I am a fucking fool for this. You know what I would do if this ever happened to me.... I honestly don't know... but my knees are weak just thinking about it. Sooo Good! <3

Steddie Tattooing blurb by @idkmanijustwannawrite SMUT

Y'all already know this was being added immediately, lmao this first time I got a tat was a religious experience bc I discovered so much about myself lmaooo I was like "you know what would be good with this???" ...Head... all these thoughts were internal. Don't worry I have some semblance of decency lmao then I found out that there is a whole community of people who think the same thing on here lmao all jokes aside, this is so so so good go give it a read, show the author some love, you will not be disappointed. <3

Mafia Eddie by @oneforthemunny

This shit has me giggling like a fool, I can not talk enough about how talented this writer is, I am on my knees fr queen. It's the type of writing you read over and over and NEVER get tired of. <3 Mafia Eddie does something to me frrrrr.

Jake Sully x Bimbo gf by @coffeeandbookskeepmealive SMUT

This keeps me up at night lmao I'll be so for real I'm in between finals rn and I read this before taking my next test... I can't tell you how many times I've read it already.... I'm not normally into the lil housewife type thing but BRUH this had me crossing my legs and giggling fr. What I like about this is that it fits the prompt but Jake doesn't dehumanize her for being lil slut for him. He still treats her nice and wants her to feel good and that makes me FERAL. Go show this writer some love! <3

The Truest Statement by @newlips 18+

I know this isn't necessarily fan fiction lmao but this is going to live in my head forever... lmfao 'big stretch' bruh i'm gone I blacked out.

Something Extra by @luveline SMUT

This was in my first favs list but the damn link broke at some point so I wanted to put it here again because it is sooo good and deserves proper recognition!!! putting my old comments below :)

It's the way he so sexily explains what he's gonna do to the reader and asks if it's ok and everything, we love a respectful man UGH actually though it is so so so so good.

I Need Something By @hellfiremunsonn SMUT

This is the first time I've seen an author (yes an AUTHOR you are so talented <3) mention a lil panic moment after sex which is more common than people might think, there are so many emotions flooding your system at once. and HOLY F this was just all-around amazing... when he "hey hey hey baby you're okay." My cheeks got HOT fr. <3

The "yes" Policy by @pinkrelish Fluff EVENTUAL SMUT

I have mentioned this before but I am just now on the last part and I want to tell the author with all honesty... your writing style blows my mind I was enthralled in every sentence and I could read this over and over and over... you are beyond incredibly talented.. this is the type of story that could EASILY become a brilliant movie and YOU did that! I really hope you are proud of yourself bc all jokes aside this series is a masterpiece. EVERYONE should read this.

Rabbit Food by @oneforthemunny SMUT

The truth is that I need to go through and write a commentary on all your master lists bc everything you write is gold but for some reason this week DILF Eddie has me in a fucking chock hold. Also, new kink unlocked... thank you. LMAO This is another author I can't recommend enough! <3

us versus them by @myosotisa SMUT

You should know I will be back to read this over and over and if I could leave 1000 hearts I would bc GOOD GAWD this did something to me fr fr. This part in particular:

"Did so good for me, sweetheart.

So pretty, so perfect.

Come back to me, baby. Nice and easy."

yeah, I died a little. As in I blushed so hard I had to get up and walk away to cool down. Take a bow bc you DID THAT!!

Phone Sex Operator Eddie by @bimbobaggins69 SMUT

pt. 2

Lord have mercy. Let me start with, this is relatable af bc not only can I not talk to men in person but I can barely make phone calls LMFAO. This is a 2 part series so far y'all come get you some this is such a cute idea.

Sort of similar... I got a phone call from a military recruiter that is always trying to get me and my friends to join the Marines and his voice was so sexy I just ended up flirting with him the whole time (respectfully). Then we found out it's the same marine that we see in person at the mall all the time lmao so I've met this dude in person bahaha (once again respectfully.)

I fr was like "oh haha I wish you could see who you're talking too, the military wouldn't want me." BAHAHA my ass was FISHING for compliments BAHAHA

TBC... <3

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mari1testicals · 4 months ago

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What’s up, I’m Marie or just call me Mari if you’d like lol.

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I can draw but I’m not the best at it LOL.

My favourite colour is yellow. Just to put that out there lmaooo. I also like teal but yellow is my main.

I really like cosplaying but I live so far out in the bushes I rarely get to go to cons 😭 but still dressing up is extremely fun for me.

I live in Canada teehee

I’m currently trying to shift lmaoo

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Fandoms that I am in:

Vinland Saga

Demon Slayer

Danganronpa

Attack on Titan

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sally Face

Mob Psycho 100

My Hero Academia

Sk8 the infinity

Ranfren

Probably a whole lot more I just cannot remember for the life of me. 😭

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My favourite anime/game characters at the moment.

Canute

Thorfinn

Muichiro Tokito

Zenitsu agatsuma

Rui that spider demon LOL

Tanjiro kamado

Gyutaro

Sal fisher teehee

Hajime Hinata

Celestia Ludenburg

Miu iruma

Tenko Chabashira

Floch Forster… 😞 (pls hear me out on him)

My glorious sons, Shigeo Kageyama and Ritsu Kageyama

And my husband, Reigen.

Satoru Tsukada

Nyon

Randal ivory

Reki Kyan 🫶

There is a lot but my main four is:

Zenitsu agatsuma

Shigeo Kageyama (mob)

Miu iruma

Satoru Tsukada (Ranfren)

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Even though I couldn't care less for it , Ships I enjoy:

ObaMitsu

ZenTan

ZenNeku

TanKana (kinda LOL)

SaneGiyuu (I’m sorry it’s like a guilty pleasure 😭)

InoAoi or Aoino

Komahina (teehee. Also a guilty pleasure LOL)

HinaNami

Sometimes Randal x satoru or Sebastian teehee

Oh and CanuFinn

Canute x me fr

Before anyone loses their mind I don’t really mind the shinogiyuu ship, but most of the time I see them as friends. Same with sanemi and Giyuu LOL I ship them sometimes but mostly see them as friends. Like friends with benefits or smth like that.

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I don’t really have much friends so if anyone wanna hmu LOL 😜

I picky promise to always be a good friend 🫶

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I have this strange feeling that one of my irl friends are gonna find me.

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I also really enjoy listening to music , my favourite song is Hey Lover. It just makes me happy for some reason LOL.

Well actually I kinda like the cover by Wabie more but I don’t rlly mind which one I’m listening to lmaoo.

Top songs teehee

Hey lover by Wabie LOL

Out like a light by Ricky Montgomery

UwU by Chevy

Lover is a day by CUCO

Get a hold of yourself by Jack Stauber (actually cannot get away from this man no matter how hard I try to move on)

R U Mine? By arctic monkeys

Japan by Yot Club

Touch by Cigarettes After Sex

Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood (it reminds me of my danganronpa phase in 2020 lol. It was when I was most happy)

Sadderdaze by the neighbourhood

Bro does anybody fw listening to music on YouTube 😭 literally don’t wanna pay for no adds on Spotify

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#help idk what im doing #kny #mha #sally face #ranfren #this kinda intimidating #cosplayer #Spotify #shifting #danganronpa #zentan #teehee

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tenebriism · 1 year ago

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Another season sparks another letter; the idle but warm hearted chatter of a delicate cerulean scrawl once again having found its way into the Khaenri’ahn’s presence. There’s far less purpose to it this time beyond an open stream of consciousness tinged with endearing eccentricity - but Jean feels better for having sent it, all the same. A note to let him know she is thinking of him. A note to remind him that someone still cares.

Dear nameless breath stealer,

Can you believe it’s been another three months already? The seasons seem to be passing more and more quickly this year, with Autumn already bringing changes in on the breeze. I always thought Mondstadt was very much a city for Springtime, but as the leaves change to shades of orange and brown I can’t help but think perhaps I was mistaken. Perhaps next time you get a chance to steal away from your adventures, you’ll be able to walk with me and see it? I can’t promise I won’t be fully embracing my long forgotten youth and kicking my feet through piles of leaves, but I think you’d enjoy it. It’s peaceful and perhaps even homely.

Not that I would dare to presume you need consider it a home of course! I know your roots lie in other places, but should you have need of a haven, at least for a little while, I like to think as a nation we might carry just enough charm to make it a pleasant stay. (And yes, dear knight, I am aware that every letter I send you sounds more and more like a tourist brochure for singing Mondstadt’s praises.)

I think I just want to show you so many things and share with you the snippets of mundanity that make me smile, it’s become a second nature now. The amount of times I’ll have walked past a shop window or seen a particularly nice flower and thought, ‘I know who would love this…’ is almost embarrassing to admit. Although these days, particularly now the nights are drawing in, it’s often more after dark that I find you once again in my thoughts.

It’s definitely one of the perks of the Autumn season; knowing that the sky will drawn in a little bit earlier and the stars will once again twinkle to life. I still wholly stand by my belief you may well have fallen from those stars, but should the moon ever come looking for you, I’ll gladly throw hands to defend your honour, my starlight friend.

And yes, alright, perhaps I am talking nonsense now. It’s been a long day, but sharing these odd little thoughts with you makes the distance that bit more tolerable. Although on the bright side, at least as the season changes lantern rite creeps ever closer.

In another few months, we’ll be back in each other’s company and keeping our time honoured tradition alive. But until then, know that I…miss you. And I hope above all else, that you are happy, healthy and safe.

Stay out of trouble, starshine,

- J. x

The letter is somewhat STAINED, this time, and the handwriting quite MESSY in comparison to its writer's usual pretty cursive. Her letter finds him amidst a time he needs it MOST, and whether or not SHE knew that, or the gods are playing the game of MERCY with him again, he shan't take a blessing for granted. Perhaps he could have waited until he isn't struggling with himself so the letter could be completely legible, but reading her letter, and swiftly sitting down to RESPOND to it, means he may bask in the feelings and emotions she grants him with ease even longer.

The happiness may be shortlived, but he will cling to it, as he always does.

[ su nshine in dark ti mes ,

im sorry if this letter is a strug gle to deciph er. i fair les s th an well at p resent. do n o t worry , this wil l not kee p me fr om seein g you at the lant ern r i te. of that, iam cert ai n and pr omis e you.

The love and admiration you house for your nation is a pleasant comfort; in that regard, we are very similar. The times I have found myself in or around Mondstadt, I have always felt a sense of home and belonging. Perhaps it is because I know you are there, working tirelessly to ensure it continues to feel that way for both myself and the others who both live and travel there. Regardless, I can say for sure that, of all the nations I have visited, Mondstadt is the one that seems to care for its people the most.

Were I to ever settle down, unlikely though it may be, I am confident Mondstadt would be in my favored choices to do so.

My travels have taken me far from your wind-embraced home, but there is beauty in knowing we are gazing up at the same sky every night. It makes me feel like the distance betwixt us is not so heartbreakingly massive, even if the sun may banish the feeling come morning time.

That you would compare me to starlight is strange, but not unwelcomed. I have certainly fallen, yes, but not from the stars. I have fallen in a great many ways. If I am, indeed, some sort of fallen star, however, then it is befitting that you are the sun. The stars are always out, and whilst we cannot see them during the day, they are there. I like to think they find peace and respite when the sun comes up. A chance to have a break, to bask in the beauties and purities of the sun.

Then, nighttime falls and the sun retreats, bringing darkness and loneliness as the moon then rises to take its place. There, the stars shine again. I used to think I preferred the latter hours of the night, when all is quiet and I may exist undisturbed, though I am starting to enjoy the sun, too. It is blinding and powerful, but beneath it, I find peace. I can merely . . . be. ]

There is a tear beneath this section, where the force of his unsteady hand has ripped the paper. With how ABRUPTLY the letter then proceeds to end, 'tis evident he'd been afraid of tearing it entirely. He needed SOMETHING to send back to her. Something intact, something to let her know she hadn't been forgotten, and that she, too, was missed.

[ i mi ss y ou too. re m em ber to tak e car e of you rsel f, s unsh ine.

~ D . ]

@gunnhildred ;;

#gunnhildred #[ pretend the whole thing is written like the first chunk. i was WAY too lazy to write that whole thing like that #and dain had a lot to say to his bbygrl. ;) <3 ]#muse ;; DAINSLEIF ( ANSWERED ASK )#muse ;; DAINSLEIF ( ♥ JEAN . GUNNHILDRED )

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happychappy · 1 year ago

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She just told me that her course friend kept being fucking touchy today. Slapping her ass, cuddling her, kissing her fucking head. I can’t help but feel…RED. I feel so fucking possessive I’m so scared I might hurt her. It’s even worse because I used to be insecure about them together but she reassured me. Hearing that…I want to rip her friend’s head off fr. And then she told me that her friend wanted to hookup with her other friend? Like CLEARLY she’d want to get with MY fucking gf too. All those fucking signs and she still has the nerve to say “No ShE woUlD NeVeR hOoKuP wIth Me” ah FUCKARPPP don’t act dumb bro 🧍and then she says “also, her bf will be at the party” but like what the fuck is the difference if she said it about Kiyanou? Make it make fucking sense. All I can think about is claiming her in front of that whole fucking party now. Just fucking her right in front of her friend’s fucking face. Making eye contact with her friend while my fingers are inside her, her juices dripping from her pussy. Like fuck off bro. Don’t touch what’s not fucking yours you hoe motherfucker. I feel such a fucking rage right now I literally just wanted to rip my room apart. What the fuck. I HATE this feeling. Why can’t I be normal? I just want to put a leash on my gf. Give her hickies everywhere. Put handprints on her ass. I want to just mark her. She’s too fucking SEXY. WHY?! Why the fuck does she have to look so fucking good all the fucking time? Why does she have to draw everyone’s attention to her? Why can’t she be like me? My jealousy issues are a lot worse than I thought. It’s like literally any time she gets a smidge of attention from someone else, I shut down and fucking go cry baby. Like fuck up. Just accept that she was born like that and go on your merry way. She can’t control what other people fucking do bro. Oh that’s also why I’m mad. When she was explaining what she was doing when her friend was being a fucking whore, it didn’t seem genuine. Like she didn’t mind it. Where’s the “fuck off bro”? Where’s the getting angry and pushing her away and screaming? No. Just a “stop 😐” NOT ENOUGH FOR FUCKS SAKE. If you liked it then just fucking say that. She said she was into “nonconsensual consent” too 🧍 she’s right next to me and I miss her so much. But I still feel possessive and I don’t want to hurt her. I feel so empty rn bro. I want to cry HAHAHA after such a good night, it had to end like this. Sophia, if you’re fucking reading this…you’ve betrayed me 🧍 even knowing how my trust issues are. Don’t fucking do it again. I promise I’ll literally break up with you over this reason alone. This is a test of trust

So…I’ve been thinking for a pretty long time now. I was making myself more mad just thinking about it. Finding things to get more upset about, to the point where when I closed my eyes, I tried to think about what makes me truly happy and content. First it was my gf, but then I saw her and Amahre and got fucked off. Then I thought about killing Amahre…it felt good. So I started thinking about killing everyone else that ever even simply looked at my gf and I felt satisfied for a while. Then I started thinking…is this worth it? Is this really what our relationship should be like? My baby does so much for me, and I love her so much. Am I really gonna be upset at her about something she couldn’t control? She’s been working so fucking hard today to pull off her amazing performance, and then I end the day being a shitty gf. That’s not how I want it to be. My mood swings are getting too much for me, it’s fucking pissing me off. She doesn’t deserve that at all. I started thinking about all the things she’s said to me, when she’d reassure me or when she’d be there for me. No. She deserves the world and my fucking trust issues are getting in the way of that. I’m going to start trusting her now. If she hurts me, then she hurts me. And we’ll break up. But for now, I’ll trust her for real this time. She fucking belongs to me and no one else, I just have to understand that. I’m the one that gets to hold her, kiss her, love her, fuck her, grow with her, learn with her, experience life with her. I could not be any more lucky than this.

Also…I kept imagining fucking her and I’d say things like “When you cum, I want to hear my name come out of your slutty mouth. You’re gonna cum for me, and only me. Open your fucking mouth and say who you belong to.” And I’d imagine exactly how she’d sound…that made me happy for a while too. I’d also slap her ass and tell her that if anyone else fucking does that to her, you tell them to fuck off and think of me. “If anyone touches you, you think of this moment where I’m fucking you til you only know my name. My hands. My voice. Me.” I don’t know how my brain is so fucking good at talking, but I’m a quiet little bitch when it comes to real life 🧍 I swear in my head, I’m such a good talker. I’m just too insecure to say it out loud. BOOOORIIIINGGGG

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sn0wgr4ve · 2 years ago

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* hey, i’m sunny! but i also go by haru/はる, cecelia/cece, and ink. i am 18 years old but rather uncomfortable with nsfw, so please keep that in mind when talking to me

* i use any pronouns, though i usually mostly prefer she/they/it, and some neopronouns aswell

* (for all of my names and some of my pronouns, here!)

* more under the cut

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* i am bisexual, demigirl, genderfluid, and bigender!! my gender identity is confusing but i’m fem like 99% of the time

* i am autistic, so i ask that you use tonetags with me. i’ll use them as well! and please let me know if i misunderstood something or came ofd mean. that is not my intention!

* i’m currently majorly hyperfixated on undertale and deltarune, next to them being my special interests, and i’m hyperfixated on papyrus aswell. i also like omori, pokemon, sonic, friday night funkin, mlp, miitopia, animal crossing, steven universe, and overall law and science. i can talk for a while about all of these things

* outside of my random rambling, i will mostly post utdr + my au (chromatic unity) content, but i will try and post more of the other medias if you guys would like!

* i am extremely bad with answering dms, both because of social anxiety and because i tend to very easily forget to respond and get distracted with something else. i promise i’m not purposefully ignoring you, i’m just either too nervous to talk or simply forgot to respond!

* i should’ve added this WAY sooner but my native language is japanese and i am wasian!!! half european and jewish (recently discovered), and half japanese

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BYF:

* i swear semi-often, and sometimes write swearing in my art. i have started to tag swearing, so please let me know if i forget! (on that note, feel free to ask me to tag anything. use any sort of star emoji in your ask, and i won’t post it.)

* i use an utdr inspired typing quirk! on tumblr! it’s just second nature at this point, but i will drop it in dms if asked

* i have osdd1b, but due to in system changes, i’m usually the only one fronting, so i won’t really mention system issues or even being one at all. i am a mixtroject of classic sans and ink sans, though i prefer to separate myself from my sources and i choose to consume them as if i was a regular fan

* this is me! i thought it would be best to include it here. :^)

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DNI if:

- you fit the basic dni criteria (racist, homophobe, transphobe, xenophobe, antisemitic, ableist, terf, exclus, proship, etc.)

- you sexualize any confirmed minor characters, even through jokes (kris, frisk, chara, susie, ralsei, monster kid, etc.)

- you purposefully misgender any canon trans/nonbinary character, or refuse to acknowledge that they are such (frisk, kris, chara, napstablook, monster kid, mad mew mew, mettaton, etc)

- are against neo/xeno pronouns/genders

- you villainize any undertale or deltarune character or infantilize papyrus

[ F//NTCEST, CH//RASRIEL, CH//RISK, FR//SRIEL, PAPYRUS X ASRIEL/CHARA/FRISK, SANS X ASRIEL/CHARA/FRISK, KRIS X SPAMTON SHIPPERS, DO NOT INTERACT. While s//nscest is KIND OF iffy for me, i do not mind at all if you ship it. i just won’t draw most ships ]

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main tags:

soul.txt - my normal rambling tag (used to be 🤍.txt)

KP.png - my art tag (used to be 🌌)

CHAOS.exe - my ask tag (used to be 🌟.mail)

STARSALIGN.xml - reblog tag (used to be ✨.rbl)

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misc tags:

CHROMATIC UNITY - my undertale au! it also has its own blog ( @chromaticunity )

BOUQUET 🌼 - friend tag! all friends will have their own special tags as well

* do queue wanna have a bad time? - queue tag. it’s silly, i can’t change it

#📌#do not rb #pinned post

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volleychumps · 4 years ago

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Requesting cheating angst with Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Akaashi, and Atsumu? Rip my heart apart please😌😌♥️

oH SHIT let’s do a remix on the fluff for this one post, everybody- I’m in an angsty mood so uh, eskettit :( I couldn’t make it past Akaashi’s scenario and I had so many breaks, so proceed at your own risk, everyone!

Turn and Keep Going. (Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Akaashi) - angst -

TW: CHEATING, CURSING, ANGST- no fr I ugly cried and I wrote it

Kuroo

“Y/N. Where do you keep the extra towels again?”

You didn’t mean to see it. In fact, if you had the choice on whether or not you did-

you would have chosen not to.

The phone in your hand became tightened in an iron-clad grip as a chuckle with a nervous tinge to it slipped Kuroo’s mouth, and the world seemed to drown out for a moment. As if the world around you submerged into the water of the sea, where everything you could hear was jumbled as a strange heat flooded your vision, choking your lungs with the salt of the ocean.

“Y/N?” The garbled voice was questioning now as your eyes stayed glued to the screen, of the naked set of breasts and invites, even worse-

the accepting replies.

That was all it took for you to flinch away from the hand that Kuroo had carefully set on your back hunched over the device, the towel he had been using to dry off his hair falling to the floor in a heap of material as the raven-haired boy finally entered your bedroom from his post-practice shower.

Still, the phone remained tightened in your hand so tight to the point where your knuckles were turning white.

“Why are you going through my phone?” The accusatory edge to Kuroo’s voice had risen, and so did you to your feet, the device hitting the floor next to the towel as you fight to keep your head afloat.

“How long?” Your voice cracked, no matter how hard you fought the breaking feeling spreading across your chest as Kuroo seemed to still completely, and you didn’t need to look at him fully in the face to know how utterly guilty he looked.

“W-What do you-?”

“Don’t.” Your voice was soft, refusing to meet the captain’s eyes now, not knowing just who was standing in your room.

Not knowing just who was the man now holding your face in his hands, urging you to look at him with his own flood falling on his cheeks as his words remained garbled. Still, you let him.

“Baby. Kitten-fuck. I don’t know what you think you saw, but I love you! I wasn’t completely there when I-”

“Fucked her?” Your voice hadn’t risen, eyes glazed over in a haze as Kuroo’s voice hitched.

“No. Nononono- Y/N, kitten-”

“T-Tetsurou?” The name felt foreign on your tongue as your head finally rose to meet his, willing everything inside you to hold it back as Kuroo held you tighter, as if his arms would salvage what was falling apart.

“Get out.”

“Y/N. Please.” His voice fell to a whisper-

and the dam broke.

“I SAID GET THE HELL OUT.” You screamed, falling to your knees as your arms wrapped around yourself, knowing you were all you had in the world at the moment. You saw his legs approach you, before hesitating and turning the other way, clenched fists creating bloody marks in his hands from his fingernails as he complied.

“And Tetsurou.” You spat just as his legs stall in the doorway, watching as Kuroo’s feral and playful eyes that once painted every edge of your universe seemed to be fighting to remain stable. The captain heard those words, and couldn’t fight the sobs beginning to wreck his body as the voice he loved echoed in his ears with parting words-

Your voice didn’t crack this time.

“Don’t come back.”

Iwaizumi

“She’s a nobody.”

You jump at the sound of the voice, humorless chuckle slipping your lips as Iwa steps to your side, dark eyes looking tired and void of any light that might had once lit up his dark irises. You look out at the landscape, still looking straight forward as the ace settles next to you, hanging his forearm across his bent knee.

“How did you find me?”

“It’s been two years. I know you, Y/N.” Iwaizumi’s eyes bore into your side profile, and more sarcastic giggles make their way past your lips as you hug your knees to your chest, jabbing him where it hurts.

“Funny. I really thought I knew you, Hajime-”

“Don’t you start with that shit.”

You lazily finally meet Iwa’s eyes, causing the ace to feel the lump growing in his throat at the amount of light drained from the look of them, mirroring his own. Iwa moistens his lips, trying to get his head back on track as the heat tinges at the sides of his eyes.

“We love each other, don’t we?”

“Yeah. We did.”

Iwa flinches at the past-tense term, feeling his breathing hollow out at the sound of it.

“We must’ve at some point, right?” All cried-out, you watch the sun seem to slowly sink into the horizon in a mix of color as your eyes soak in its’ prettiness, as if the light from the sun would somehow bring the gleam back to your eyes-

but every time you closed them, all you saw was Iwaizumi fiercely kissing another girl in the passenger seat of her car, fist clenched in her hair as he kissed her with anger from the fight he had with you-

“You do. You love me.” The denial sunk in as you laugh. And you laugh some more as if that were the most idiotic thing in the world. “And I love you, Y/N- princess, we can make this work and get through this-!”

“I don’t want to, though.” You cut him off, drawing circles in the dirt as you remember the nights teasing Iwa for showing too little emotion- not knowing that the most you would get out of him would be after he stuck his tongue down another girl’s throat.

“Don’t you get that?” You shake your head, smiling as if you can’t believe it, shoving Iwa’s attempt of holding you off of you as you raise to your feet, soaking in the colors as they fade to a more dark color palate.

“I don’t give a fuck about some nobody, don’t you get that?!” Iwa’s on his feet now too, and you finally begin to crack as you look out to the horizon, a familiar heat flooding your vision as you smile.

“Hey, Hajime.” You ignore his cry, prompting the dark-haired boy to look in the same direction you were. “This is where it all started, didn’t it? Where you kissed me, and promised that you would always protect me, right?”

Iwa’s own eyes brim with frustration as the stinging heat from earlier takes over, feeling the mix of regret and heartbreak begin to settle in as you turn and give him a smile. No sarcastic intention behind it as you close your eyes, Iwa’s eyes widening at the sight of something he’d never get to see again.

“I guess you really don’t know me, after all.” You smile to the point where its’ painful, spinning on your heel. “I came because I knew you’d find me, not to fix whatever this is, but-”

You’re turned around now, the sun fading into night as you will your legs to keep walking.

“To say goodbye to you, Hajime.”

And so, the dark-haired ace watched as you walked off into the distance and out of his life for a problem he created, yells of frustration enclosed in his throat and the need to punch something ever-so prevalent-

as the sky above now swirled with dark pigment.

Akaashi

“Don’t. Don’t go, please.”

“Keiji, let go.” You tug your arm in an attempt to make the messy-haired boy release you, trembling when he pulls you into his chest, burying his head in your neck as the hot tears hit your skin, prompting you to bite your lip and fight the urge to hold him back as your own eyes burn. If he wouldn’t let you go, then-

You can’t help the vicious words from slipping. “She’s waiting, you should go to her, shouldn’t you?”

“Stop. D-Don’t say that-”

“Am I wrong?” Your voice remains stable to your surprise, causing Akaashi to tighten his hold on you even more. “The girl who came out after you in your shower...who is she?”

“No one! No one, Y/N, you were so far for so long, and-”

“And what?” You question emotionlessly. “You have needs? You were lonely? Cut the bullshit.”

“Do you know what it’s been like?” Akaashi’s voice is soft with an angry edge as he pulls back, still holding you in his arms as if to keep you there for an eternity, and for a minute, time does stop-

and you soak in the reality. Life tore you two apart, distanced yet together, far away yet still part of the same relationship. The blue-eyed boy would never be able to rewind the clock and keep you as his no matter what life hurled-

“Let go.”

“Fuck if I do.”

Your strong exterior begins to crumble as Akaashi watches with now widened eyes as the viciousness drains only to be replaced with sorrow, relief filling his heart when you hold him back just as tightly, your chin resting on his shoulder as your grateful he won’t be able to see what kind of expression crosses your features.

“Keiji.” You whisper almost child-like, causing Akaashi’s heart to swell with hope until the next words make his heart stop.

“Eat healthy, will you? I know Bokuto likes to drag you around to all these places, but too much ramen isn’t good for you-”

“Y/N?”

“And please, for god sakes, make sure you remember to pick up your suit from the laundromat on Thursdays, I know you’re presentations are usually on Fridays-”

“Y/N.”

“Oh, and don’t forget- you always make it a point to drop by Konoha’s for a guy night on the fourth of every month, so don’t drink too much because it gives you a massive migraine in the middle of the night-”

“Y/N!”

“And Keiji?” You pull back, corners of your mouth pulled back as you cup his face gently, leaning your forehead against his as Akaashi Keiji freezes in shock as the love of his life, his future, his world-

Smiles a wordless goodbye, capturing his lips as Akaashi wonders how to turn the hands of time, forcing the laws of nature to bend for his selfish desires as his arms slacken-

“Be happy.” You whisper, retracting your arms and hands before stepping out of his now weak grip, brushing past him with a finality in your steps as time refuses to stop, Akaashi fighting every instinct on forcing you to stay with him-

letting you go as the hands of time continue to move along with your steps away from him, the setter lifting a hand to his mouth before he falls to his knees and looks up to the sky-

wishing he had more hours, minutes, and seconds to see that smile for just a bit longer.

“Yeah. You do the same, love.”

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