#I’m on mobile can’t put a read more

[listless-brainrot]

man i miss haru. that boy worked retail AND suppressed a huge part of his identity that both tied to and alienated him from his inner family and community but refused to let it die AND went sent to jail for it AND he’s gay. truly an incredible character i desperately hope he appears in the live action

[domuspeccati]

Day 13 : I Love This Place

Ft. Ahn Yujin

Kink : Stuck In Wall

“A little help!” Yujin shouts. She reaches for her phone, but it’s just out of reach. Not wanting to draw any more attention to herself, she waits to see if anyone offers any assistance. Yujin’s arms can only reach so far.

She sees her phone on the ground. As if it’s taunting her, it slides a little bit more out of arm’s reach. Yujin huffs and stands up. She tries her best to not get her legs tangled with anyone else’s on the way to her phone. “Excuse me,” Yujin says. She narrowly avoids one man’s foot, shifting to the side to step over it.

So far, her day hasn’t been too kind to her. Yujin has seen a drunk man harass a woman, she’s been bumped into, which made her drop her phone the first time, and she’s been stuck on this subway for the better part of half an hour.

Yujin, at long last, reaches her phone. She bends down to pick it up. “Gotcha,” she remarks under her breath. The girl clutches the phone and makes her way back to her seat. After hurdling the same pairs of feet from the spot where the phone rested back to the seat, Yujin sits down and breathes easier now that her phone is back in her possession.

The mobile device chirps. Yujin checks the message. “Oh great,” she mutters. “What could he possibly want?” Yujin reads the message mentally and a long sigh escapes her mouth. “I’m gonna be late,” the first message reads. “I know we have that project at work, but I can’t make it because traffic is a nightmare. I’ll try to be there as soon as possible. If you get there before me, work a little bit on it.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. The lethal combination of reactions would be enough to set anyone off. Knowing that she’s on a tight schedule, Yujin composes a message. “Okay then,” the first message reads. “I’m on my way right now. After I get there, I’ll cover for you.” Yujin sends the message and puts her phone back into her pocket.

Yujin sits patiently in her seat. Waiting for the stop where she gets off has never felt longer. She hopes that this ride will be over in the foreseeable future. She knows that this ride will only last a few more minutes, but to her, that’s an eternity.

The minutes pass in relative silence. Yujin listens to the occasional noises coming from the other passengers. Once the ride comes to a stop, she stands up and gathers her belongings. Yujin bows and apologizes for her outburst while heading for the exit. Once she’s at the exit, she leaves without a second thought.

The doors close behind her and she’s sent on her way. Yujin exits the station, walking up the stairs to ground level. She emerges onto street level and takes a brief look around. The area, which is practically engraved in her mind, makes the last leg of the journey easier.

She begins her walk to the office. Yujin keeps to herself, trying to balance it out after her outburst on the ride here. She tries to forget that instead focusing on the walk to her office. Yujin rounds the corner and this starts the longest straight walk of the entire day. No turns for the last few blocks, which definitely makes things a little easier on her.

Yujin tries to make her walk as easy as possible. The ride was emotionally taxing, so it still lingers in her mind. She tries to shake it, but her embarrassing moments always stick with her. “I need a drink,” she tells herself. “Or something.”

As she’s lost in her thoughts, Yujin bumps into a man. “Watch it!” You bark. Seeing that the girl meant no harm, you relax and open your mouth to speak again. “Looks like you’ve seen a fucking ghost. Speak.” You wait for a response and examine the girl who is dressed in formal attire.

She shakes her head. “I’m fine,” she tells you. “Really.” Yujin tries to walk around you, but you don’t budge. “I really do have somewhere to be. I have this thing at work that desperately needs to be done.”

You smile at her and nod understandingly. “Well, can I interest you in something?” you ask her. “A pretty girl like yourself surely has needs or something.”

Yujin clicks her tongue. “I’m gonna stop you right there.” She puts one hand on your chest and pushes you gently. “I have to get to work. Anything else can wait.” Yujin then removes her hand from your chest and walks past you. She doesn’t want anything else to get in the way today.

“You don’t understand.” You grab Yujin’s hand. “It’s not just a hookup.” Your hands pull her closer, begging her to listen to you. Seeming like you’re begging for her attention, you let Yujin’s hands go. “You look to be in need of a little stress relief and I’ve had a long night. We should make ends meet.”

She shakes her head. Thinking about it for a moment, Yujin doesn’t move a single muscle. She then shrugs and stares at you. “Well, I don’t see a problem with it,” she tells you. “It’s not the first hookup. Won’t be the last one either.”

You smile, pleased with yourself. “Right this way then,” you instruct her. As Yujin follows you, you lead her into a dark alley. Once you make it to the end of the alley, you point to a door on the right. “It’s in this building. Just stick close to me and we’ll make sure that you have an absolute blast.”

Yujin sees the smile on your face. She doesn’t normally trust people who lead her into secluded areas, but she makes an exception. “Could’ve been anyone.” Yujin looks up at you and says it again. “It could’ve been anyone. Why am I the girl who gets asked? There’s surely other women on that stretch of road who are in need of a little bit of stress relief.”

You nod. “There was one earlier.” Your admission makes her look even more confused. You then open the door and both of you walk in. The strong smell of sweat hits you. You can tell that the smell is a little much for Yujin. “You just look like you don’t get enough relief.”

She laughs. “I can’t deny that,” she confesses. Yujin’s eyes meet the eyes of another man. “It smells like a gym here. Why did it have to be here?” Her question hangs in the air.

“There’s a simple answer.” You usher Yujin into an available side room. “I like my clientele to be in similar businesses.” Once you’re in the room, you close the door behind her. “Go over to that wall there.”

Yujin laughs. “Are you kidding?” she asks you. Her eyes lock onto the hole in the wall. “Let me guess…” Yujin releases a deep sigh. “There’s another cock on that side of the wall.” Yujin removes her blazer. “I’m not a huge fan of being shared. That’s something that I leave to my colleagues.”

You run your fingers through Yujin’s hair. “That’s a great idea.” You walk over to the hole in the wall and peep through it. “There’s no one on the other side. Considering that’s where we keep lube for the anal freaks, I’d be surprised if anyone found comfort in that cramped space.”

As you step away from the wall, Yujin realizes that she has no choice other than to trust you. Yujin puts her blazer on the seat next to the hole. She then picks her bag up and places it on the blazer. The girl moves closer to the wall and bends down. Yujin sticks her head through the hole in the wall.

You get a good view of Yujin’s ass. The pants surely don’t do it justice. To make sure that everything is good to go, you grab her pants and yank them down to her knees. “Nice choice of panties,” you tell her as you grab them.

Yujin tries to look back at you but remembers that her head is through the wall. “I made sure that you’d like them,” she jokes. Once her panties are pulled down, she feels your hands on her bare asscheeks. Yujin moans softly and then realizes that you’re going to take full advantage of the situation.

Not caring about being late to work anymore is relieving for her. Yujin sighs, happy that she’ll soon get the relief that she needs. Yujin attempts to position herself, but she realizes that you are holding her in place.

“The lucky man gets to decide,” you tell her. With that, you push Yujin closer to the wall. You put your back into it, shoving the girl by pressing against her shapely ass. Once you get her into the desired position, you move your hands away from the girl’s backside and grab the zipper of your pants.

Yujin attempts to wiggle. “This is a little uncomfortable!” she calls out. Yujin attempts to move again, but she’s genuinely stuck in place. “I’m stuck now? You want me to be a cocksleeve this badly?”

You laugh and unzip your pants. “Truth be told, I had a good look at your frame.” You take your cock out and place it on Yujin’s bare ass. “I knew that your body would be perfect for this hole, so I had to think about which room would give a tight squeeze but not so tight that it hurts you.”

She places her hands on the wall that’s touchable through the other end of the hole. “It’s just enough to where it doesn’t feel like I’m having my guts squeezed out.” Yujin knows that exaggerating won’t get her anywhere, but she tries to ease the discomfort by making a joke.

“You can get out whenever you want,” you tell her. “I see how wide the hole is and, if you really wanted to, you could escape right now.” Your tip pushes into Yujin’s pussy. “You don’t want to leave yet though, do you?”

Yujin moans as your cock is inserted into her. “I definitely don’t!” She feels her breedable hole get stretched by your length as it pushes inside. When the thrusting begins, Yujin looks down at the floor, focusing her efforts straight down so her neck doesn’t get any pain from focusing elsewhere.

You start to fuck Yujin like you mean it. The bucking of your hips is similar to that of a man who hasn’t seen his lover in weeks. There is desperation in your thrusts. It’s a desperation in the sense of wanting to fill this sexy girl to the brim with your seed.

She gets wetter when your thrusting pattern gets into place. Upon finding the most comfortable position for her hands, Yujin surrenders to you. She never imagined that being stuck would be so arousing to her, but something about the willing helplessness just turns her on like never before.

The sensation of using Yujin is a very arousing one. You never thought that a girl in a suit would be hiding such a good ass. You haven’t even had a look at her chest, but you figure that you’ll save that for next. Your cock is doing everything to make sure that she enjoys it so much that there will be a next time.

Yujin’s pussy juices drip onto the floor. Now that she’s soaking your rod with her wetness, she realizes just how enjoyable you really are. Yujin relaxes, letting you dictate the pace while she makes herself comfortable in her fuckable position.

You can’t see Yujin’s face but you know that she is having the time of her life. Based on how her pussy is constricting around your length to give you something to work for, you can tell that the stuck girl wants you to have as much fun as you want. “Enjoying yourself?” You ask Yujin.

She nods, knowing that you can’t see her. Yujin then gives a response that comes in the form of her shaking her ass. “I’m having a great time,” she moans. “FUCK!” Yujin screams when your cock hits the right spot. 

As you pound her tightness over and over, you feel her reacting well to the thrusts. Yujin’s body is going to make sure that you spill every last drop of your load into her. You smack her ass and watch the skin ripple. Her squeal can be heard through the hole in the wall, which pleases you even more.

Yujin realizes that she can’t contain herself. She knows that she’ll be cumming all over the place in a few minutes. She tells herself that she’s trying to hold on, but a quick change of pace removes that thought from her mind.

You grip Yujin’s hips and speed up. The new rhythm is easily found by you and you use it to your advantage. “You’re so wet,” you moan. As you keep laying pipe in Yujin, your cock throbs. The sensation triggers you in a positive way and you reach around her with one hand, snaking the fingers between the wall and the front side of her body to reach down and play with her clit.

All of the touching is unbearable. Yujin shudders in anticipation. Finding it hard to stay still, Yujin clenches her fists and presses them against the well. The girl’s sexual frustration of days and weeks past fades away with the simple motions of your rod going into her, coming out of her, and going back in again.

Yujin’s orgasm creeps ever closer. The impending spray of juices is the only thing on her mind. Unbothered by work, unbothered by being shoved in a wall, and unbothered by being fucked by a man who she met barely a handful of minutes ago, Yujin enjoys the steady usage of her vagina. She feels it coming and there is nothing that she can do to stop it. All she’s able to do is tell you.

“SHIT, I’M CUMMING!” Yujin screams. She closes her eyes as her body begins to shake. Yujin feels her strong orgasm as the pleasure hits her all at once. Her legs shake and she struggles to stand up, her juices splashing onto the wall and the floor. As she cums, she realizes that your cock is no longer in her.

Unsure if she pushed it out or if you pulled out without telling her, Yujin’s pussy releases even more of her nectar. The girl smacks the wall with her fists, denting the other side from the power of her hits. “GOD, IT FEELS AMAZING!”

You watch Yujin, enjoying her sexual spasms. Once the orgasm is done with, you reward her pussy with a few smacks from your cock. You then slap her folds with your hand, the fingers smacking the wetness and making it splatter even more. “That was more powerful than most of the girls who visit here.”

Yujin chuckles. “Tell me about it,” she jokes. The girl tries to catch her breath, but the raspiness will only last longer. Yujin is impaled by your cock once more while she recovers from her orgasm.

You know that yours will be coming soon as well. You always want to make the most out of a perfect opportunity, so you fuck her like your life depends on it. “That’s it,” you tell her. “Bring me over the edge.” You slap her ass and watch it ripple again as her body reacts to your touches and prodding.

She is leaking at this point. Her juices continue to flow, making her pussy like a Slip ‘N Slide. You continue to batter Yujin’s entrance, hammering with your cock to hit the depths. You then move your hips back and prepare for a change in thrusting.

Your cock is pushed back in, albeit with a little less depth than it just had. You don’t go balls deep, instead choosing to fuck her with almost your entire shaft but not quite the whole thing. A few more moments of this would surely send you skyrocketing into a state of bliss, but you figure that it’s worth it to fill Yujin.

You place both hands on her waist. As you grip her, you keep fucking Yujin and letting the warmth and wetness consume you. You can tell that her pussy is hungry and you don’t want to keep it waiting any longer.

Yujin feels you jackhammer her pussy. She braces for impact, looking back at the floor once more. Yujin’s preparations aren’t enough and she realizes this as you fuck her as hard and fast as possible. “Cum for me,” she begs, biting her lip while waiting for the feeling of a massive load inside of her.

With a groan, you unleash your load. Your hands leave Yujin’s waist as the seed spills into her and you thrust slowly but keeping the same depth. You fuck her while your hands stay off of her body.

Each thrust brings in more semen. You then grab the girl and pull her closer to you, letting the cum be shot deep inside. After a handful of hip thrusts, you leave your cock all the way in her to shoot the last rope. The final bit of your ejaculate comes out and the rod twitches, signaling a job well done.

Yujin feels you pull out of her. She mumbles something under her breath in Korean as your tip emerges from between her lower lips. The girl pants hard like she just had the most vigorous exercise of her life. “Can I get out?”

You think for a moment. “Maybe I should leave you here,” you tell Yujin. You laugh and grab something to clean your cock. After cleaning your rod with her asscheeks, you put the shaft away. Your pants are zipped and you turn away from her while attempting to find a good answer for Yujin’s question.

“You could always stay here for a day.” You smack Yujin’s ass and grab her bag. “I could text your boss to tell you that you’re taking a day off.” Your hands then put her bag back down. “Just get back to work. I do have a condition for you.”

Yujin takes herself out of the wall. “What is it?” she asks you. Once she’s standing up straight, she walks over to her bag. She lifts it and grabs her blazer. Yujin puts the blazer back on and buttons it before putting her bag back over her shoulder. “I am already gonna be like half an hour late,” she says.

You turn back to her and point to the door. “Your condition is actually very simple.” You lean down to whisper in Yujin’s ear. “I want you to do me a favor. The next time that you’re horny, you should come here and visit me. If I’m not here, there will always be an eager cock.”

She covers her mouth while giggling. “Sure thing,” Yujin says. She grabs your crotch and walks to the door. “I’d much rather have the cock I’m familiar with. Just stand outside the door and wait for me to come to you.” Yujin opens the door and breathes softly, attempting to compose herself while she’s still in the building.

“Just give me your phone.” When she hands you her phone, you text your number. “Save me in your contacts as whatever you wanna call me.” You hand her phone back to her after adding the number to her contacts. “Now, get a move on.” You walk Yujin to the exit and keep your arm around her shoulder. “I wouldn’t want you to miss the valuable opportunity to have a story to tell.”

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

I always respect your rule about suggestive posts, and I am 100% on board with it.

However please keep in mind that at least on mobile if there are many tags on a post some of these will be hidden! And some people might not notice the tag! Even I sometimes caught myself almost liking/reblogging something because I zoned out and didn't notice (I'm also a dummy and might not register that something is suggestive, especially that english isn't my first language.) When tagging questionable posts, please put the #suggestive tag first. Or not, I'm not gonna order you how to tag your posts, but please concider.

Thank you for reading and have a good weekend!

Sincerely, a 16yo ULTRAKILL fan

I’ll try to remember to put that tag at the front. I schedule all the posts when I’m at work so I’m usually more preoccupied with making sure no one is standing behind me while I’m doing that so the tags are an afterthought. But like I said I’ll try to fix that for future posts.

But anyway I reblogged that warning cause I had to block 2 accounts that followed and blatantly said they were 14. Meaning they couldn’t bother to read the short af blog description I have there. It’s right there as soon as you open the account. I can’t make it any more obvious. And I know they scrolled through the account because they were liking old posts that were tagged as well. They didn’t just follow from their dashboard. Not slick.

Like. Come on. I too was on tumblr from the age of 13 but I had the common sense to not do that. Stay out of trouble. Don’t cross people’s boundaries. 10 years from now you’ll realize how uncomfortable it’d be to have a 14 year old thirst posting in your replies.

If you’re going to do it anyway. Do that in your private discord or whatever with your friends that are (hopefully) around your age, I can’t stop you. But doing it out in the open with 0 respect is an auto block from me. Not only because it’s weird, but it opens themselves up to being creeped on.

[sapphicslaylist]

Remember: Your Art Is Radical (yes, even that one)

Realizing that this isn’t common knowledge, so I’m here to spread this message as far as I’m able. I’m sitting here, working on my fanfic right now and fretting over the fact I need to properly portray book burnings. Then kind of realized a methodology for rebellion which isn’t often used to its full potential.

Your art is political - yes, even that one. Even your Shrek Fanart and Bionicles meta-analysis. Fanworks are seen as vapid and purely derivative throughout many circles, and therefore aren’t going to be put to the test on world criticism like many other forms of media. Good. Use that!

Remember that fandoms consist of a variety of people from different backgrounds, races, and cultures, all of which can be educated off of one another. No one is going to be aware of all the different elements of Human Justice, and we can learn a lot from each other. Art itself is an act of politic because for many if not most of us alive, our existence itself is political. And, as funny as it is to imagine that the government is going to read through 12,000,000 pages of Erotic Harry Potter Fanfiction, that’s not a likely reality.

Fanart is a much more covert way of examining current events which can and WILL be capable of helping shift tides. Remember: you were drawn to that media for a reason; may be passive enjoyment, may be something deeper. Fanart is a form of creation which is safer, as it won’t be heavily monitored or scrutinized (both because it can’t be and most older folks aren’t super aware of it). It goes under their radar. Help bigoted nerds unlearn what they’ve been taught, because knowledge is the enemy of bigotry. Even one fic or one piece of art will have a ripple effect and encourage others to create their own.

For those with degrees, I encourage you to add elements of scholarly queer studies and disability aid in your worldbuilding. Disabled people, show, not tell how different means of mobility function and the history which has been repeatedly hidden from us. Expound what knowledge you have, and capitalize. Write characters of different racial backgrounds & culture shock when their societies meet. Draw acts of defiant historical violence in your OTPs and add in the source of the event. This is not derivative: it’s using one media source to explain a narrative. Simply adding in elements of your shared experience or coding different parts of literary theory into your work in a more digestible manner is already letting others see your depiction of the world.

I mean this full-heartedly: your creation is an act of defiance no matter what form it takes. Doesn’t matter if you’re “a bad artist” or “not a good writer.” Your experience is unique and not only deserves to but NEEDS to be shared more than ever. So if you’ve always wanted to write that deep feminist She-Ra work or Warrior cats analysis on systematic ableism, the time is now.

[ask-nurse-curly]

Dear client, Some messages were not sent while you were out of the coverage. They will now be delivered. Giddy Up! Thank you for choosing Pony Mobile! 

Draft. Recipient: –

He crashed the ship. I know it was him. It couldn’t have– she wouldn’t. I know it. The cockpit is demolished, little more than foam and ash and…and. I don’t think I can go back in there any time soon. I can’t. Anya is She’s alive. That’s about the best I can She’s God I’m probably in shock. We all are. I scrubbed my hands so many times now and I can’t I can’t it still feels like But we should save water now. Daisuke says the filters are still working but Safe to say that the signal amplifier is shot as well. The radio is dead, and I tried sending out messages but they all bounced back. We are well and truly alone again.

Draft. Recipient: –

We can’t fix the ship. I don’t know the details, but the damage is too severe. As far as we can tell, we are drifting somewhere in open space, way off the route. There’s…enough air and food for a few months. After that… Will anyone even find us?

Draft. Recipient: –

Jimmy is scaring me He’s Different now Or is this how he’s always been, and I was too blind to see?

Recipient: ‘Francis’

If a miracle happens and you ever get this: don’t go to space. I’m sorry.

Draft. Recipient: –

It’s been weeks. I think. Months? I stopped looking at the calendar. I don’t Remember the last time I slept. My entire body aches But how can it compare to what Anya is going through? She’s… I try to keep her comfortable and warm, but everything hurts her. Changing the bandages, giving her food, water, feeding, getting medication down – it all hurts, and I can’t– I have to, of course, and I do, I do all of it, but she is in agony all the time and it’s all my fault and I can’t even ease it for her, not one bit Why did I think any of this was a good idea why didn’t I stop him why why why

Recipient: ‘Kat’

you were right to warn me about him. I’m sorry I was too blind

Draft. Recipient: –

I’m so sorry. God. It was supposed to be enough. I was supposed to be enough. For him. Enough not to… But I see it now. I never was. I could never save anyone It was all worthless 

Draft. Recipient: –

He killed them I found them all there, in Utility, and it’s all He says it was self defence. Says Swansea came at him with a gun yelling about a message but I don’t get it There’s no signal, no radio, what message… And Daisuke…god Anya is restless. We’re running out of oxy, not that it was ever much help with this. Stupid. Thought I was prepared for anything. And then we ran out of injectables faster than I could blink I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to do

Recipient: ‘Father’

Dad, You won’t get it, I know that by now, but I. I can’t do this anymore. I think I know now how Mum felt when she  Maybe I am sick the same way  I’m sorry god I’m so sorry i never wanted to do this to you  But I can’t  Maybe you’ll never get this and maybe they’ll never find us and you’ll never know what happened it would probably be for the best. maybe it’s better to wonder than to know. but then why am i telling you this… I’m sorry. please know that i’m sorry i’ll tell her. and then  I’m sorry

Draft. Recipient: –

I couldn’t do it couldn’t tell her. i can’t even do this much  can’t do anything 

Draft. Recipient: –

Something is going on. Jimmy’s been working on the pods but it’s slow going. I don’t know what his plan is. We’re very low on food. I don’t say this to either of them but i think this might be the end Jimmy gets mad when he reads my thoughts

Draft. Recipient: –

he tried to

Draft. Recipient: –

i had to

Draft. Recipient: –

he’s gone. i can’t think about this. What he wanted to do, what he did, it i’m never eating meat again

Draft. Recipient: –

the pod works. he never realised that Neither of us wants it. Anya should take it i could put her in but fuck i can’t take this one last choice from her i can’t

Draft. Recipient: –

we’ll give it atry. one last attempt it hurts to breathe. hard to think. So much fog. but i’ll try

Draft. Recipient: –

we sent out the signal but i don’t knownif anyone got it no way to check  she is so weak. i try but 

Draft. Recipient: –

i don’t know how long we can its hard to move. to breathe  i should’ve put her in the pod anyway i shouldve  i dont think i can lift her now god

Draft. Recipient: –

if anyone ever finds it. maybe the clean up crew i am sorry  i could’ve prevented it i shouldve i was warned they tried to warn me about him and i thought i knew better and they all paid for it 

Draft. Recipient: –

no one is coming 

[caffedrine]

Chevalier Michel - I fell in love with you that day – Choose your true love - Event Summary

This is mostly a summary for me - I make no promises on the accuracy of what’s happening. I’m not nearly fluent enough to get half the jokes/innuendo much less accurate plot points.

When Emma wakes up, she is in a pitch-black forest, which is weird since the last thing she remembers is waiting for Chevalier in his library.

There’s a unique smell to the forest, iron and something burning. As far as dreams go, this one is very vivid, and Emma trembles as the smell triggers memories of the last time she participated in a war. Thankfully, she cant hear any sounds of fighting around her, so she’s safe for now.

Her heart pounding, Emma forces her legs to carry her forward, until she enters a clearing with a large lake reflecting the moonlight. And on the edge of the lake, wearing a dark cloak is a familiar figure.

Emma calls out to Chevalier as she hurries towards him, the smell of blood and battle growing stronger as she nears him. She can see that Chevalier’s clothes are covered in something red, and he kneels down to scoop up water to wash himself.

Drawing close to him, Emma asks what happened and reaches out to touch him.

Chevalier recoils from her, unsheathing his sword and resting the tip just at her throat. He demands to know who she is. Very carefully, Emma tells him her name.

(Actually, this is just how he says 'hello')

Not helpful. Chevalier does not recognize the name nor the person.

Is this really Chevalier in front of her? His eyes are so cold that Emma can feel her blood freeze, and the traces of warmth she is used to is gone. She remembers back when she first met Chevalier, the ruthless bestial gaze, but this might be even worse. She can feel the hostility radiate from him, and it’s intense enough that she can’t breathe.

Chevalier tells her to run away, unless she wants to be killed. The tip of his sword is just touching the skin at her neck. The murderous intent half-convinces Emma that if she moves at all, he will chop of her head.

Emma mentally calms herself down, taking one deep breath after another. She needs to figure out what is going on.

Feeling better, Emma looks into Chevalier’s murderous gaze and asks him what is going on. She explains that she was reading back at the castle and suddenly she was here. It looks like he’s covered in blood, and it looks like a war is going on, so she’s understandably confused.

Chevalier doesn’t answer her.

But the hositilty has decreased, so he lowers his sword.

Chevalier sheathes his sword, turns, and walks away. Unlike usual, there is no ‘come with me’ look, but Emma decides to follow him. She doesn’t want to be alone in this place, even if it means being with a Chevalier who does not know her.

Upon returning to the forest, two people intercept Chevalier. His younger brother, Clavis, and the traitor knight, Sir Flandres. It’s the later that puts things into place for Emma, Flandres was a knight of the foreign policy faction 10 years ago

Both Clavis and Flandres were too agitated to even notice her and focused on Chevalier. Flandres begs Chevalier to reconsider, his family is among the 1,000 hostages captured by Obsidian. He asks if Chevalier really intends to abandon all those he has sworn to protect? If they mobilize the knights, then maybe they can save them.

Chevalier refuses to change his decision, even though Clavis argues that they could still win. Chevalier reminds them that Obsidian has firearms, and if they walk into the obvious trap, the 1,000 citizens will die along with the knights. Flandres asks if they could do a more covert operation to save them, but Chevalier refuses to waste the military power on this.

Clavis reminds him that he is consigning 1,000 people to death. Chevalier reminds Clavis that they are at war, people are going to die, but if they don’t win, then the entire country will be wiped off the map. He is getting tired of saying the exact same thing over and over again. Chevalier pushes past the two, as they stare at his speechless.

Somehow Emma was transported to 10 years in the past, when Rhodolite was invaded by Obsidian and all 7 princes went to the battlefield.

She is at the day when Chevalier let 1,000 hostages die, the Blood-Stained Rose Day.

Emma has no explanation of why she is here and how she went back in time, but this is too real to be just a dream.

She sits near Chevalier in the command tent as soldiers bring in reports. And each report is dire – with them losing land and Chevalier making decisions to abandon one battle and send more troops to another.

One of the scouts reports the Supreme Commander of the Obsidian Army was briefly spotted, and Chevalier asks if they have spotted Ever-Victorious Marshal. Nope, Gilbert is suspiciously absent. Chevalier muses that if they manage to kill the emperor, the fighting will be over. A soldier points out that the Supreme Commander, the Emperor of Obsidian, is the best fighter on the continent, no one can kill him.

Chevalier tells them to send for him the moment they pinpoint the Emperor’s position, he will fight him himself. He warns them not to engage the Emperor.

As the soldier leaves to spread Chevalier’s orders regarding the Emperor, another scout comes with more reports.

So far, with everyone focused on Chevalier, no one has noticed her. Or maybe they have, they just have other things to worry about. Instead, Emma is left by herself to listen to Chevalier give out order after order, and she is quickly overwhelmed by the cruelty of the war. As the night breaks into day, Emma feels a little safer, but it is impossible to relax.

Lucian, a face Emma can recognize, comes forward with an urgent report. Chevalier doesn’t even need to hear it to know, his stupid brother went and did it, right? Lucian asks if Chevalier was expecting it, and Chevalier admits that he wishes he wasn’t.

The other side now has Clavis and is demanding hostage negotiations. How would Chevalier like to handle this?

Chevalier tells Lucian to ignore the demand, if his stupid brother got himself into this situation, he can get himself out. Chevalier has made it clear that he does not intend to negotiate.

Even Emma is chilled by his disregard, and she has the advantage of knowing exactly how it will turn out.

One of the nearby soldiers objects and asks if Chevalier is sure. Chevalier reminds him that Clavis entered the enemy camp on his own, and he asks how many people should he sacrifice to rescue Clavis? The soldier backs down, and Chevalier tells the soldier not to think about unnecessary things and focus on their roles.

Emma muses that even though Clavis is his brother, Chevalier has no doubt in his decision to abandon him. She understands that if Chevalier makes the wrong choice, Rhodolite will be overrun by Obsidian troops and lose the war. He accepts the responsibility of making the ultimate judgments on the battlefield, right or wrong.

As Emma thinks about what Chevalier and the others are going through, Lucien abruptly looks at Emma and asks who she is.

Chevalier shrugs, he has no idea either. She just started following him and didn’t run away.

Eventually, the reports stop, and Chevalier calls for Lucien. He’s going to go for a walk. Lucien asks if he should come with him, but Chevalier tells him not to. Lucien then tells Chevalier to be careful.

Emma decides to join Chevalier, she doesn’t want to stay behind without him.

Chevalier makes a beeline into the forest, and judging from the way he’s moving, he seems to have a destination in mind. This isn’t the casual break she was expecting. As she frantically follows him, Chevalier abruptly stops. He warns her that if she continues to follow him, he won’t guarantee she’ll live. Emma assures him that she’s not worried, and unless he really can’t have her with him, she would still like to accompany him. She wants to know what happened during the Blood-Stained Rose Day. Chevalier is visibly confused, and Emma realizes that this war doesn’t even have a name yet. Chevalier calls her strange, snorts, and continues forward.

Under the cover of darkness, Chevalier hides in the shadows. There are multiple tents pitched nearby, all bearing the Obsidian Crest.

Emma is shocked at how easily Chevalier is approaching enemy territory, but he seems to be handling the situation. Looking at the tents, Emma is surprised at how few soldiers she can see.

Just as Emma begins to second guess herself, Chevalier unsheathes his sword and boldly walks into the enemy camp. The soldiers all shout in alarm and recognize Chevalier as the enemy commander. The soldiers at the front aim their firearms at Chevalier, but he is too fast and swings his sword before they can fire. For the first time in a while, Emma sees people die in front of her. Only a few soldiers have firearms, and the rest attack with melee weapons, but are struck down in turn.

Emma is shaking from the sight, but with no signs of reinforcements coming, she steels her legs and watches Chevalier. Finished with the soldiers, Chevalier enters the largest tent in the camp, only to quickly emerge, dragging a man with him by the hair.

The man is wearing a commander’s uniform, and he is shouting at Chevalier to release him and threatening him. Chevalier ignores him, throws him to the ground, and stabs the man through the shoulder with his sword. The man threatens that if Chevalier won’t stop, he won’t rescind the order to burn alive all those prisoners of war. Chevalier stabs him through his other shoulder, pointing out that the execution is already happening right this moment. He notes that since this commander and his subordinates are here, that means they didn’t have the stomach to see their execution orders carried through.

Thanks to that cowardice, it made it easier for Chevalier to find and dispose of them.

Chevalier stabs the commander in the shoulder again, and then in the legs, and the commander screams. This is the first time that Emma ever saw Chevalier purposefully torture someone. He’s angry, very angry.

Chevalier explains that he has just sacrificed 1,000 people to kill him, one of the army commanders. But what is the point in just killing him?

Chevalier throws the commander into a nearby tent, grabs a torch, and sets the tent on fire. The commander starts screaming, and Emma realizes that some of the wounds Chevalier inflicted on him made him unable to use his legs.

Emma realizes that Chevalier always knew what would happen when he allowed those hostages to die, and used their sacrifice to kill one of the enemy generals. With the gift of hindsight, Emma knows that this was instrumental to him saving Rhodolite.

Chevalier, framed by the blazing tent fire, looked calm, but Emma knew that his insides were boiling with rage. She can feel the palpable anger at the loss of all those people and knows that this decision will nearly bring about a civil war in the future. Everyone said Chevalier was a merciless beast that left those people to die, but the truth is that Chevalier didn’t want them to die in the first place. He had just decided to shoulder the burden of all those deaths in exchange for a future for Rhodolite.

Eventually the sound of the commander’s screams stops, and Chevalier sheathes his sword, checking the flames. Satisfied, he turns to leave, passing by Emma who is still hiding in the shadows. She struggles to chase after him.

Chevalier abruptly stops and asks how long she intends to follow him. Emma assures him that she won’t bother him, and to please allow her to stay near.

For the first time, Chevalier turns to face her. He is caked with dirt, sweat, and blood, but somehow remains noble and pure. He notes that there are few women who can see all of this and remain normal. But Emma has barely started crying. She’s not a soldier, but she seems used to the battlefield.

No, that’s not right.

Emma is used to Chevalier.

Who is she?

Chevalier roughly grabs her and her wedding ring shines faintly in the moonlight. Chevalier has figured out that Emma is in love with him, but why?

With Chevalier looking down at her, stinking of blood instead of roses, Emma looks into his eyes and asks how he knew.

Chevalier can tell from her courage, as well as her attitude. Besides, she seems to already know the outcome of the war. This is insane and impossible, but she doesn’t seem from this time.

Even ten years ago, Chevalier was able to deduct accurate conclusions from a small amount of information. Leaving him only with the question of why she loves him.

Emma looks into the eyes of this blood-soaked beast, and though her hand is trembling, she refuses to look away. She wouldn’t be the person she is if she could look away from Chevalier like this.

She admits that there are many reasons why she loves him, but the most important is that he is capable of more love than anyone else.

Chevalier asks if she’s serious.

Emma tells him that she knows he will shoulder the burden of those 1,000 people lost, as well as everyone else who sacrificed themselves in this war. No matter who hate him, he will do what it takes to save as many people as possible. She loves his strong will and sense of responsibility, and the fact that he is human.

Like anyone else, Chevalier feels sadness and anger, proving that he’s not some beast but a human. No matter what, Emma wants to stand next to and support him.

The wind blows, stinking of ash and blood. Emma still feels numb from the scene she’s just seen, but she pushes forward. Chevalier isn’t cruel and heartless, it is this war that makes him seem so. She wants to do everything possible to stop another tragedy like this from repeating.

Emma is still inexperienced and knows too little things, but it is important that she was able to see the Blood-Stained Rose Day up close like this.

She tells Chevalier that she is his fiancé, and she will never let him turn himself into a beast.

After a long moment of silence, Chevalier releases her hand. He knows nothing about her, but if she thinks all that is true, he is interested to see how far she goes.

Chevalier snorts turns, and walks away.

Emma thinks that she’s been chasing his back for a long time now. Now, in the future, she will always chase after him.

When Emma wakes up in the present, the dream lingers and she tells Chevalier about it. He pauses his work, considering it. It is a very strange dream.

Chevalier never told anyone about attacking the commander, and there are no records about it that anyone could have read. He also has no memory of anyone following him to the enemy camp.

Chevalier muses that if it was more than a dream, or just a dream, either way it doesn’t sound pleasant for her. Emma agrees, but she thinks it worthwhile to have occurred.

Awkwardly, Chevalier reaches out and caresses her cheek. Emma thinks he looks a little paler than usual. She feels the warmth of his hand, the warmth of a human. This same hand has been stained with blood so often that Chevalier fears he might be a beast. Even she, who knows him the best, cannot always suppress her fear.

Even though his hand is so gentle with her.

Ten years ago, after their commander was slain, the Obsidian troops lost their morale and withdrew from the villages they had occupied, and the war had been won by Rhodolite. The Emperor had never before been defeated in battle, and the withdraw was unexpectedly thorough.

Rhodolite had lost a lot to this war, but the fact that a small country was able to drive off Obsidian was significant on the global scale. Until that battle, Rhodolite was considered a weak small country, ignored on the global political scale. But, thanks to that victory, Rhodolite is heralded as a beacon of hope to all countries threatened by Obsidian.

Thanks to the sacrifice of all those who died on the battlefield.

Emma agrees that they are where they are today only because of everyone working so hard to protect the country. But the war shouldn’t have happened to begin with. No matter what they say about Rhodolite becoming prominent in victory, Emma cannot bring herself to glorify war.

Chevalier agrees with her sentiment.

Emma doesn’t want to lament her helplessness to stop anything, and she wants to work with Chevalier to build a world where no one needs to become a beast to win a war. She doesn’t want blood to get on Chevalier’s hands ever again.

Chevalier is interested to see how far she will go.

Emma remarks that dream-Chevalier said the same thing to her in the end. Chevalier muses that he must not have changed from who he was back then.

Chevalier pulls Emma’s hand close to him and kisses her fingertips, as if he was swearing a sacred oath. He has no intention of staining her hands with blood either.

Chevalier is someone who will wage a war if he thinks it is necessary. Currently, he’s thinking positively and continues to be a human. As long as the love between them exists, Emma is sure Chevalier will retain his humanity.

She looks at him, at his smile, and thinks about how warm it is.

[danmeiblr]

Finally, a Danmei Blog for Lesser-Known Danmei, Some of Which Are Not Even Translated Yet

Hello, hello, I’m Miya, a voracious danmei reader that gobbles novels every night like it’s her daily sustenance. I’ve been reading danmei since late 2018, and like most people in English danmei spaces, I was introduced to it through MXTX’s Mo Dao Zu Shi / Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation. Since then, I’ve read many other danmei, like all the other popular ones—Little Mushroom, The Husky and His White Cat Shizun, Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know, etc.

Anyways, I have read almost all of the novels the English fandoms are currently obsessed with. Because of this, I often can’t relate to the excitement you guys still have over them because those novels feel like ages ago to me. I’ve long moved on from them and found other novels I love more. (I also read the bulk of those popular novels during my depression era, and I don’t wanna bring up memories of that)

So yeah, I sometimes feel like an outsider in English danmei spaces because nobody wants to talk about the novels I wanna talk about because nobody even knows about them 😭😭😭

Thus, this blog was born.

Mainly, I will be liveblogging the danmei I’m reading. I used to post them on my main @miyamiwu, but I’ve recently transferred my liveblogs from there to here. Just a fair warning: my liveblogs won’t be spoiler-free. I also don’t use spoiler tags because, well, nobody even knows the novels I’m blogging about so nobody would care if it’s a “spoiler” 😭😭😭

Aside from this, I will also post:

reviews of some of the great novels I come across

recommendation lists (you can also ask me for recs!)

rough English translations of the scenes I’m reacting to (otherwise, I won’t make sense)

general thoughts on danmei genres and tropes

translation ramblings

Basically, anything and everything about danmei.

Some stuff about me:

I run the @lizonkanovels website and used to post MTLations

I am studying Mandarin, but I’m nowhere near fluent in it. (I’ve also been too busy with college that my studies have been put on-hold.)

I loooove talking about the intricacies of translation and even took a class on translation theory before. You will see this reflected in some of my posts.

My favorite genres/tropes: whodunit, unlimited flow, horror, broken mirror, and 甜宠 (lit. sweet love/pampering, fluffy novels basically).

Current favorite danmei: Fourth Perspective by Mo Chen Huan

Also a fan of the 188男团 series by Shui Qian Cheng. My favorites in the series are Years of Intoxication and Blazing Armor

Well, that’s pretty much it. If you’re interested in discovering new danmei to read or just learning more about danmei, feel free to follow me~

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Not Even for You

TW: Mentions of loss

I couldn’t help but laugh as I watched my husband play with our children. Our daughter was laughing so heartily as she splashed him with the water colours while our son pretended to be engrossed in his mobile game, but I caught him smiling as he occasionally gave his father a kick and let his sister take the fall for it. 

Sipping on my coffee, I felt a wave of peace wash over me. I couldn’t be more grateful for my family - the two best kids a mother could ask for, and a husband I loved dearly who I knew would also give the world up for me at a moment’s notice. It just felt that life could not be better.

Before I could continue enjoying my life, my phone buzzed. It’s the weekend, but I also have some co-workers who didn’t have the same luxury as me when it came to life outside of work. Letting out a sigh, I opened my texts just to see who it was. 

And the world I loved just 2 minutes ago buzzed to a stop.

Channie 💗: Y/N, it’s me.

I almost dropped my mug in shock. How was this possible?

Channie 💗: I have to talk to you. Can we meet at the cafe tonight at 8pm?

My eyes flickered between the messages and his saved contact in my phone. This can’t be happening.

Channie 💗: I know you’re reading my messages, my love. I see the ‘Read’. Please, I promise it won’t take that long.

The touch of my husband’s hand on my shoulder shocked me back up. He was looking at me in concern, and even both my children were exchanging glances of worry and confusion with each other.

“Love, are you alright? You look like you just saw a ghost,” he asked me gently, sitting next to me. “I… I think I just did,” the words rolled out of my mouth before I could stop them. 

“GHOST?” my daughter shrieked, running to hide behind her brother. My husband looked at me weirdly, before he quickly asked our son to stay with his sister in her bedroom. Our son stood up and carried his sister away, trying to reassure her there were no ghosts in this world. But I didn’t miss the look of worry he shot me.

“What’s wrong, love?” my husband asked, turning back to look at me. I barely found the strength to return his glance. The nickname felt so foreign and wrong now. But he knows what happened. 

“I… Chan just texted me,” I finally managed to get out. His brow furrowed. 

“How is that possible?”

“I don’t… know,” I looked back at my phone in disbelief, showing him the messages. “He wants to meet me at the cafe we used to have our dates in.”

My husband read the texts, before handing the phone back to me. I could feel his eyes studying me carefully, trying to figure out what to say. But my own head was screaming with thoughts, and I could feel my chest tightening. 

—

“What do you mean…?” All I could hear was the ringing in my ears as I felt the world fade into a blur. The only thing I could register was Chan’s mother standing in front of me, her mouth moving and sounds leaving them but not a single word registered in my head.

“YN… Y/N!” 

I finally blinked myself back into reality. “What?”

“They said it was an aneurysm.” I finally heard the words. “It ruptured so quickly he didn’t make it by the time he reached the hospital. They just called time of death.”

“I need to see him,” I swallowed my tears as I tried to march around her. “Y/N, please,” his mother begged me as she stepped in front of me again. “I made a promise to my son that if something like this ever happened, I wouldn’t let his partner see him like that.”

“I love you, Mrs Bang, and I’m sorry but I have to see him,” I snapped.

Chan’s mother paused and stared at me. 5 years. I’ve known her for 5 years, and I’ve never even raised my voice at her before.

I could feel the walls I just put up start crumbling as the tears I failed to suppress announced their return. “Please, Mrs Bang,” was all I could whisper out. “I didn’t get to say goodbye. I didn’t… My last words weren’t even ‘I love you’. Please.”

“He knows,” she says as I felt my legs give way, and I ended up in her embrace as I sobbed. Oh my God. This can’t be happening. 

—

“Do you want to meet him?” I heard my husband’s voice bring me back to my reality. I bit my lip as I stared back down at my phone with the texts open. Right before the texts he sent me were the ones I last sent him. Almost 10 years ago. 

Me: Hey Channie. I’m getting married tomorrow. I just know you would approve of him. I love him. He makes me happy. He’s not you, and he never will be. He could never replace you. I really thought it would be you. But I love him in a different way, and it’s enough for me. 

Me: I still miss you. I can’t believe it’s been 4 years. I really hope you’re happy, because I am.

“I.. I don’t know,” I croaked back, the feelings I had from the day I got the news consuming my every being again. In that split second, I was back in that hospital lobby standing in front of Chan’s mother. 

“Hey,” my husband whispered, as he gently intertwined his hand with mine and kissed it. “I want you to know that if you do, I will be completely fine with it.”

“Really?” I whispered. 

“Of course,” he smiled. “I know what he meant to you. You probably need answers. I would if I were you.”

I felt my face relax into its own smile, as I leaned forward to give him a kiss. Our foreheads rested against each other as we pulled apart, and my heart pounded at the conflicting feelings within me. I love him, I know I do, but am I wrong for at that moment wishing it was Chan?

“I’ll go,” I finally decided. “You’re right, I… I need answers.”

He smiled at me. “Go on. Reply to him. The kids and I will have a pizza party tonight.”

“Of all days,” I couldn’t help but sigh before we both burst into laughter as he got up to check on our children. I stared after him quietly, dropping my head back to my phone.

Channie 💗: I know you’re reading my messages, my love. I see the ‘Read’. Please, I promise it won’t take that long.

Me: Tonight at 8pm.

That was all I could bring myself to text. 10 years, and about 2 life stages since the day he left me. Or at least I thought he did. And the feeling was still as raw as it was back then.

***

The familiar sound of the doorbell rang into the air as I scanned the seats. Just as it was back then, the cafe was never bustling with people. There were people in the seats, but it always felt like the right amount to me. Enough for chatters to be heard, but not enough to give me a headache. 

And there he was. I could feel my breath physically get stuck in my throat when I spotted him. My God. He looked exactly as I thought he would… when we got to this stage of life together. It was almost as if he heard me, because he looked up. Our eyes met, and I had to fight back my tears as his eyes lit up and he motioned for me to sit opposite him.

Quite honestly, I don’t know how I managed to bring my feet over to the seat.

I could feel his eyes observing me, noticing every feature of me that changed since the last time we met. I was doing the same, but there wasn’t much new to him. All I had to do was take away some of the obvious signs of maturing - maybe a wrinkle or two - and he looked exactly the same as the version of him that had stayed frozen in my memories.

“Chan,” I breathed out. I could see his eyes soften at my voice, and he reached out for my hand that rested on the table. But then he paused, and I followed his gaze to realise he was staring at my wedding ring. It was the exact design I had told Chan I would have loved to get, and it’s the same one I told my husband. Only one of them put it on my finger.

It felt suffocating as he saw it and quietly withdrew his hand. Half of me wanted to hide it, but the other half that won insisted that I leave it to show that I was happy with where I was now. And to show that I was different.

“You look as beautiful as the last time we met,” Chan smiled. I wanted to smile back, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. “I believe you have some explaining to do about that,” I replied surprisingly coldly. Even I was shocked at the ice in my voice, but I tried to remain calm.

His eyes fell as he cleared his throat. “Yeah. That’s why we’re… here.”

My heart clenched. 

“I didn’t want to do it,” he started slowly but I could hear the tears he was holding back. “My mother was the one with the idea. I rejected it violently, believe me my love, I did. But ultimately I had to agree with it because it was the only way I could be safe. I didn’t intend to be gone this long.”

“What do you mean, the only way you could be safe?”

“Someone put a target on my back. I didn’t know who and I didn’t know why. It happened the last time we met. After you left, some people broke into my apartment and almost killed me. I called the cops, but I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry. But it only escalated from there because it turns out there was an entire group of hitmen out for me.

“I had to fake my death to go into witness protection. Trust me, the hardest part of all that was not being able to say goodbye to you. But it had to be done quickly so I wasn’t allowed that. Eventually, they found out I wasn’t even the target. It was someone with the same name as me, but I had to remain in protection in case someone mistook the target for me again. It was such a big organization that ordered the hit it took the authorities forever to finally take them down. And only then could I be released.”

What the hell.

“I finally got out today,” he let out a chuckle. “And the first thing I did was text you. I had to explain everything to you, my love. Not a day went by where I didn’t wish I was next to you.”

My brain failed to churn out any sort of reaction as I continued to stay frozen in my seat.

“I tried my best to keep up with your life but it was really hard considering I had to limit my communications with anyone. I was honestly kinda surprised you hadn’t changed your number.” He let out another laugh, before he caught sight of the sparkle on my finger again, and I could see the one in his eyes dull. Again.

“But you know, it’s nice to know you’re doing really well,” he ended as a silence fell over us. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from him. There was no way to put into words what I felt.

“You are happy, right? I kinda managed to read your texts when I was coming here. Don’t know why I keep forgetting you’re living differently now, heh,” he awkwardly rubbed his neck.

“I am,” I finally managed to get out softly. It was like all the wind had been knocked out of me and no matter how much I breathed, I couldn’t catch it back. “My husband, he’s a great guy. And our kids-”

His head shot up.

“They’re the best things that ever happened to me. I’m uh, I’m a software engineer too. So, yeah. Um, I really love where I’m at in life right now.”

I hate how much expression his eyes held and I hated even more how I could still read them.

“Good, that’s… That’s good.”

Another silence.

“Did you… miss me?”

I know he’s asking that to fill the silence, but the nature of it made me want to implode.

“What do you think?” I found the chill in my voice escaping again. “Maybe if we think of all the days I spent crying over you, every text I’ve sent you since the day to try and keep you updated even though you weren’t with me, maybe all the feelings I’ve felt since then. What do YOU think I’m feeling right now? Do you think I’ve missed you?”

His head hung in shame.

“I don’t… I don’t even know how to react,” I laugh bitterly. “10 years, Chan. It has been 10. Years. I have moved on so far in life, but you come back out of the blue after breaking my heart in the worst possible way and suddenly I am back in that hospital lobby crying in your mother’s embrace. I don’t even know if I should believe your story, but I know you don’t lie.”

I swallowed to pathetically rehydrate myself.

“My husband was the one who told me to come, actually. I was really considering not coming. But he said he knew I needed answers, and I agreed, so here I am. I…”

I let out a scoff.

“Do you know the impact you’ve made on me? Every relationship I was in after you, every milestone I reached without you. I love my husband, but I couldn’t stop myself from dedicating just a small portion of it to you. The love I have for you still hasn’t died even after I thought you did, and I thought I was honouring you by keeping you alive in my memories. If I had to choose between you and my husband, I would’ve chosen you.”

It was a full on waterworks display from both of us now. 

“And now here you are. Alive and well. If I had to choose now, I would choose my husband. And my family. There is nothing I would pick over them. They are the best things that have happened to me and I will never throw that away. Not even for you, Chan.”

Oh. I knew what I was doing to him, but it’s the truth.

“I will always love you, Chan,” I confess. “What happened to you, to us. It was unfortunate. But it has been a long time since then. I have gone too far in life to backtrack to us. Thank you, Channie. For everything you’ve given to me. I really hope you reach that stage in your life soon, where you get everything you’ve wanted. I’m sorry that it won’t be with me.”

I stood up, and gently pushed my chair in. I couldn’t face him after everything I said. I meant every word, but I guess who doesn’t have a kid in them who wished they would live out their lives with their young love? 

“Goodbye, Chan.”

With that, I rushed out of the cafe to find the alley I knew was empty this time of night. I did my best to muffle my cries, but with the rush of adrenaline and pain catching up to me, there was no way they could be missed. That meeting unleashed a decade’s worth of pain and I was the one to bear its price. By the time I finally managed to calm myself down, I could barely stand from how exhausted I was.

A car honk snapped me out of it, as I saw my husband in the driver’s seat of my car. He rushed out of it as he ran over to my side and helped me in. We sat there in silence, my heavy breathing overshadowing his calm ones.

“Do you feel better, love?” he asked. I nodded, too tired to think of another reaction. 

“How did you know where to find me? Where are the kids?”

“You’ve mentioned this alley a few times when you talked about Chan,” he chuckled as he gently took my head. “I had a feeling. Also, I had my sister take the kids. She happened to be in town.”

I nodded again in relief, as I sank into the car seat soaking in his touch. “I’m sorry if I ever made you uncomfortable with my stories of him,” I mumbled. 

“Not at all, love. I’ve been in relationships too where I loved so hard it made the fall extra painful. Talking about them was what helped ease the pain, but the scars and the memories never truly go away. I get it.”

I stared at him, and I felt my mind flood with peace. God. How did I end up with someone this wonderful?

“I love you, you know that?” I whispered as I leaned in to kiss him. This was everything I needed in life. 

“I know,” he smiled as we pulled apart. “Did meeting Chan make you feel better? Is it even actually him?”

I chuckled. “Yes, darling. It was actually him. And… Yeah. I feel like I can really put him behind me now.”

“Alright. Do you want to just drive around in silence, or do you want to head home?”

“Let’s go home. I want to see my kids.”

“Mm. You’ll tell me about what happened when you’re ready?”

“Always.”

***

I stayed at the cafe until they closed. Even then, the staff had to kick me out because I had stayed so perfectly still they kind of forgot I was there. I walked down the street, lost in my memories with Y/N. I shouldn’t have asked to meet here. Every corner I turned had a memory engraved in it. I first asked her to be my girlfriend there. We had our first kiss there. 

Spending over 10 years in witness protection really keeps you under a rock.

I honestly don’t know what I expected when I asked for this meeting. I read the texts she sent me. I knew she’s married. I knew she’s got someone new. I know she’s not who I left. Yet the selfish part of me thought I could get her back.

Isn’t it stupid? A decade. I was gone for a decade. I left so suddenly, there was no way she would have got out of our relationship unscathed. And I didn’t just leave, I had to make her think I left permanently.

It does kind of feel like I set myself up to get my heart broken. And it did break. It broke into so many pieces I don’t think I’ll ever recover. How does someone walk out of that conversation completely fine?

I saw her in her car with who I guess is her husband. I saw her kiss him and missed her lips on mine. I saw them hold hands and missed her warmth. He’s the one whose kids have the eyes I fell in love with when I was 25.

But she’s right. She has moved on when I should’ve too. She’s happy in her present and I’m trapped in our past. 

What else can I do but attempt to catch up with life?

[writerblue275]

How the Heartsteel members would take care of a sick/injured S/O.

Inspiration: Extremely self-serving, but I don’t care. I’m currently in the midst of a chronic illness episode. For me that involves an ungodly headache that can last for straight days, if not weeks, and other bs. All because my body can’t handle sodium 😭. If I don’t do something to distract myself, I’m going to cry, and I’d rather not do that, so here we gooooo.

Genre: Headcanon

Type: Fluff (very very slight angst in the concept [if you squint] just because you don’t feel good).

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader

Tw: None! This is pure fluff. 🥰

Aphelios

Aphelios would actually be a great caretaker.

I think a lot of this comes from an excellent example. We know Alune took care of Aphelios when he was injured/after his surgeries. Since he was the recipient of her wonderful care, he knows what to do.

Extremely prepared. He’ll work from your place as much as possible so he can be close by (he has that little mobile keyboard set up shown in his “what’s in my bag” pic). Excellent at running out to grab supplies/medication (I feel like he has an excellent memory so you just need to tell/show him something once). Also phenomenal at making sure you take your meds on schedule and changing any dressings/wraps.

If for some reason an extra set of hands is needed or Phel needs further advice on how to best care for you, you know who he’s texting? Alune! She is happy to help however she can because you’re her friend too and she hates knowing you’re sick/in pain.

I feel like Phel’s immune system is pretty strong so even if you were contagious, he’d cuddle you. If he was really worried, there’s always his mask. (Makes my public health heart sing.) He has many extras so you can snag one too in order to be doubly safe. You get those healing cuddles!

Ezreal

This is where Ezreal’s typical golden retriever energy is extra useful!!

Like genuinely I think Ez is a really really sweet “nurse” and will do an excellent job of taking care of you. Or at the very least, he’s great at distracting you and making you smile so you don’t feel as shitty/in pain.

I can’t see Ez cooking tbh (mood), but he is more than happy to order delivery/run to grab whatever carry out whenever you want it. If he can’t do it because he needs to stay with you for some reason, he’s texting Alune and the boys and practically begging them to help him out. (One of them always does. They love you and want you to heal.)

Also happy to run out to grab whatever supplies you need. This sweet green bean is so eager to help you heal that not only will he grab what you ask for, he’ll also grab other things that you might not need. He’s of the mindset it’s better to be overprepared rather than underprepared.

I can’t see Ezreal wanting to cuddle if you’re contagious, tbh, which is fair, but he’ll definitely make sure you have all the blankets and pillows you need. He will sit near-ish to you though and hold your hand. And if you’re not contagious? Oh he’s clinging to you as much as you want him to.

Kayn

Ok…so…this isn’t Kayn’s specialty as a partner, let’s be honest here.

Kayn is an amazing partner in so many other ways, but he’s not exactly...naturally nurturing? BUT that doesn’t mean he’s not going to try. He knows you need him, so he’s really going to put in a lot of effort to try and take care of you as best he can. (This secretly sweet rockstar!)

Kayn might fake grumble about it, but he will definitely go out and get whatever supplies you need. You may need to take a picture of a label/find one on the internet but he’s got you! (“Baby, there are so many CHOICES. How do I know which is the right one? I don’t want to get something you don’t need!”)

The first time you were sick/injured and he was with you, he texted the HS group chat for advice on how to take care of you and shocked everyone. (That was the moment the rest of HS knew Kayn was really head over heels for you. 🥹 <- Their faces as they read the texts.)

One thing I cannot see him doing is cuddling you when you’re sick (unless you’re not contagious). He doesn’t want to get sick himself. He will tuck you in and give you surprisingly soft forehead kisses though. He says they’re to check your temp but you know they’re to show he cares.

K’Sante

K’Sante is another member who just gives off such excellent and caring vibes. He has to come from a big, close-knit family, because he gives eldest brother vibes through and through.

Because of this, he’s perfect at taking care of you when you’re sick or injured. He’s done the same thing for his siblings/cousins many times.

Even though Sett is officially the best cook, I still fully believe K’Sante can throw down in the kitchen. Whenever possible, he’s making everything from scratch for you. You deserve it, after all. His meals alone will have you starting to feel way better.

He is fully stocked on OTC meds, ice packs, bandages, whatever you need. As a gym bro, K’Sante can get pretty sore, so he’s already got that stuff around for himself. Also, anything you need picked up, he’s got that taken care of.

As the eldest who took care of his younger family members, K’Sante’s immune system is PREPARED. Unless it is before a really big event, he would be fine cuddling you, even if you’re contagious. If it is close to a big event then he’s understandably a little more hesitant (he does have obligations to HS) but he’ll still be nearish to you and hold your hand so you know he’s there.

Sett

Ooooooh baby this is Sett’s time to fucking SHINE.

He was raised by his incredible Ma! Like of course Sett’s going to be really fucking good at taking care of you. (He already does an excellent job of doing that when you’re not sick/injured.)

We know he’s the best cook in the group so homemade soup/whatever comfort food you want/need you will have and it will be delicious. Really good about reminding you to take any meds you need to (he sets a reminder in his phone). Also fully stocked on OTC meds, medical wraps, ice packs, etc. Like he is PREPARED. (Perks of loving a gym bro.)

Happy to give you cuddles if that will help. I feel like Sett is another member that has an immune system of steel, so even if you’re sick, he’s still cuddling you if you want him to. (You definitely do like 95% of the time because how could you not?? Sett cuddles sound fucking elite!)

Worst-case scenario and you get sick while he’s traveling? He makes sure you are in the very best hands possible and sends in the big guns. That’s right, he has Ma come over to check on you/stay with you if need be (which she is happy to do because she adores you and loves how happy you make her son).

Yone

I think Yone would be a phenomenal “nurse!”

He might come across as cold/intimidating to those who don’t know him, but you always bring the soft side of him out. That’s totally applicable when you’re sick. Sweet Yone incoming!!

He cared for his younger brother Yasuo when he was sick or injured, so he is well versed in what supplies are useful for a multitude of ailments. Is well stocked on all of it too. If for some reason you need something and he doesn’t have it, he’s remedying that ASAP.

I’ve been thinking about whether or not Yone cooks. My gut says not really besides breakfast food. While he’s not going to make you homemade soup/your comfort food, you bet he’s asking Sett or K’Sante to make some for you. (They’re happy to do so. You keep your their producer sane. Helping you is self-preservation 😂.)

While he’s likely been injured many times, I feel like this beautiful motherfucker (affectionate!!) has never been ill a day in his life. His immune system is just that strong. Whatever the issue, he is down to give you whatever cuddles you desire. (I’m bringing back my headcanon of cuddly Yone and NO ONE CAN STOP ME 😋.) Enjoy the forehead kisses and sweet little verbal check-ins.

[damthosefandoms]

Tex is a good movie you guys are just mean

i watched it like... two weeks ago? i think? anyway. i've now gone insane but here's all apparently 2400 words of my notes i took in google docs while watching the movie. highly highly HIGHLY recommend watching it or reading the book for anybody who cares about the outsiders because just. oh you just should read it and you'll understand.

spoilers for tex (and twttin) (and the outsiders mostly bc i have zero chill about anything ever and can't shut up about it) below!!!!!

also sorry for all the blurry pictures i took of my laptop screen while watching the movie, youtube wouldn't let me screenshot :/ & if any of this doesn't make sense or has headcanons dumped into it don't look @ me i didn't edit it before posting <3

btw this post doesn't look right on tumblr mobile for me for some reason so im gonna link the google doc here where it DOES for SURE look right lol

tex kisses his horse TWICE in the first MINUTE of the movie

also says he’s “a quarter horse by birth” to jamie he fully admits to the horse girl allegations <3

tex staring open mouthed at his teacher “authors can write more than one book?!?”

the board game behind mason when tex yells at him for selling the horses is called “breaking point” 

after they fight and tex runs out (WITH BLOOD STILL ON HIS FACE) Mason kicks shit around on the kitchen floor like a child (valid)

Tex walking down the street for HOURS to find his horse gives soda when that guy sold Mickey Mouse.

like it’s him just walking, and it could be any of the gang really but I’m picturing Steve and Two-Bit pulling up to walk alongside him for a bit but he won’t budge, so they go back and tell Soda’s parents and it’s his dad who picks him up (I wrote this btw and it’s also on my ao3 <3)

he cries the whole night

“I got a rope here to tie you up and drag you home if I have to” Mace jokes when Tex spends the entire afternoon walking aimlessly down the road to find his horse, even ignoring his best friend & love interest

Tex angrily elbows the car when mason tells him to get in (gets in anyway)

Robert comes over and looks disgusted at a playboy magazine (he is not beating the allegations either. but different allegations)

mason says “MY pop ditched us here” not OUR pop

mason still refers to Pop as both of their father if he knows Tex is listening/is talking to him tho

Mason says he can’t go to college and play basketball even though he’s being offered a full ride scholarship because he’ll have to take care of Tex if Pop doesn’t come home (Mason doesn’t think he will)

Tex doesn’t want to listen to mason saying he’s going to college on this scholarship and never coming back to oklahoma

Tex eats dinner & mason just reads the newspaper on the couch (Tex is so deep in denial about Pop)

LEM IS ACTUALLY LIVING IN TULSA CONFIRMED???????????????????? EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU MASON FOR MENTIONING IT

“what’s he weigh?” “I dunno what he weighs he just got born and you wanna put him on a diet already?”

they have to sneak in to the Collins’ house all quiet bc Cole’s awake downstairs & then immediately start yelling and shoving around when they get inside ???? BOYS

“I’m gonna go get jamie” simp

“I ain’t scared of Cole” “well good mace I’ll tell him you’re here!”

TEX JUST SNEAKS INTO JAMIES ROOM WHILE SHES SLEEPING CMON ANS SHES NOT EVEN FREAKED OUT 

“Shh get in the closet” that is not going to help your case

Feminist jamie!!!!

“Don’t get her started on that ‘female-ism’ stuff” johnny collins. please

Tex is into it tho 

“I’m telling ya, Cole jumps on those guys like a duck on a June bug” WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN

Mason doesn’t smoke

MACE HAS A LETTERMAN JACKET did he get it from Robert

“You know I don’t see why a guy can’t have a baby if he wants to.” “Yeah? Looks like he can even if he doesn’t want to.” 

darry & soda kinda conversation fr

 The TULSA state fair????????? 

Tex doesn’t want to see the horses :( 

“I hope we land in the girlie show!” “nah we can’t man you gotta be 18” 

Tex you are SOOOOOO innocent 

“Hey you been to the fortune teller yet?” “I’m not wasting my money on that junk”

Tex proceeds to waste his money on it and thinks about what he’s told there for the rest of the goddamn story

Why does Jamie’s redhead friend look like one of the mean girls in season one of stranger things

Tex is fifteen in the movie (his birthday is October 22nd)

“There are people who go, people who stay. You, you will stay.” 

Tex is really imagining horses during this like he is NOT paying attention

WHAT DO YOU MEAN “I’m sorry the answer is no” HE DIDNT ASK A QUESTION (the question was implied to be him thinking will he get Rowdy back but. he didn’t get to ask it that was bullshit)

JOHNNY IS JUST PASSED OUT IN THE BED OF THE TRUCK why are these fifteen year olds drunk 

It’s explained in the book but what a choice of scenes to cut out bc the whole thing is Charlie’s fault and with how Cole comes by the next day it takes away the meaningfulness of it being COLE’S OLDEST SON THE SUCCESSFUL DOCTOR WHO GOT THEM DRUNK but he’s still accusing mason of being a bad influence on his kids

Tex is definitely a very calm contemplative sad drunk

he has a very good memory—overlooked detail

just wanted to talk about his mom :(

does he—does mason?— blame pop for that?

mason takes his boots off for him I could cry

Cole let Mason practice basketball in peace :(

Troy Bolton + Darry Curtis = Mason McCormick

I love how it cuts from Cole accusing Mace to hungover Tex in bed just going “oh no” when he hears them through the open window

Cole maybe speak to your children and realize they aren’t what you think they are. talk to your kids who moved out too lol. or don’t. we still don’t know why your second child changed their name and moved to California and never speaks to any of your family anymore so maybe it’s best they’re away from you

interesting that Cole calls his son Bob but Mason always calls him Robert and so seems to everyone else

“Don’t you have enough kids of your own to hassle?”

Movie Mason is 18 turning 19 in the summer — does he have custody of Tex? Would he even try?

Cole you would HATEEEEE the East side of Tulsa. You would HATE darry Curtis

Cole Collins looks like the villain in a horse girl movie 

 which he is

“Two boys living out here alone without the sign of an adult, now that’s really something. I bet the state welfare people would like to know about this.”

Cole your phone is ringing it’s darry curtis he would like to speak to you about minding your damn business before he has to mind it for you

TEX FELL OUT OF BED LMFAO mace doesnt give a fuck

Mason complaining robert shoves dirty magazines in his face… oh you two are so gay (would like to add here I only say that bc I got Darry/Paul brainrot and actually I’ve evolved since to decide Mason is asexual and I will not be taking questions)

Mason: “tex?” Tex (under his bed, toe sticking out of the hole in his sock) “mhmm?” Mason: “you lose something?” Tex: “it’s sorta nice down here. It’s kinda cool and quiet.” Mason: “well maybe you’d like to have breakfast under the kitchen table so you’ll be on time to get under the school bus”

I love them with my whole heart. Really competing for brothers of all time

“Anyway I can’t make it to school today. I woke up sick i think i got a 24 hour virus or smth” 

“You’re a minor without a guardian remember?” “(genuine) i thought you were my guardian.”

“So that’s all you think about huh? Going off and being a big basketball star?” “well it beats staying here and being a big screw-up.”

This is so. Mace is so incredibly Darry if he only had one brother coded.

Mace you’re such a try hard who in their right mind WILLINGLY runs suicides even though they got told to take a break

“GRADE IT, QUICK! HEH!”

“Tex setting fire to school property is not a little joke! I don’t care what that property happened to be!” “Yes ma’am” “were you mad the teacher?” “no i don’t think there was any psychology involved if that’s what you’re asking. I just thought my sculpture looked better on fire” “tex—” “no really if you had seen it you’d probably agree with me”

Are we still doubting that he’s related to dallas

“He’s my father and i can bitch about him if i want to. Bitch about your own if you ever see him again.” JOHNNY DAMN

“Tex you want a cigarette?” “no thanks” can he teach ponyboy how to do that

Something very funny about matt dillon yelling “hey, johnny!” and trying to stop his friend from getting himself killed in a hintonverse movie

And then immediately trying to get HIMSELF killed

“C’mon, Rowdy” i could CRY he misses his horse so badddddd

Fucks up his arm but god he did it i love himmmmmm

“Im going in to Tulsa wanna come” “yeah. You think we can go see a movie?” omg

Did Tex stare at Mace for the whole ride

“I don’t lie to you, remember?”

THEY CUT OUT THE PART WHERE HE ACCIDENTALLY SHOPLIFTS AND CRIES ABOUT IT?????????

Tex stares at Mace the whole ride back too. Well.

Lem’s wearing a yankees hat as if i didn’t not like him enough

Wonder if they live on the east side or not

Oh Mason is IMMEDIATELY on his case about dealing drugs

“You don’t have a wife and kid to feed. You don’t got people depending on you” tex is right there

“What do you think he is, a baboon?” mason points at tex after staring at lem like he’s an idiot (he is)

They had target in the 80s?

I forgot about the Mace is a virgin talk

“But i thought you and bobby both—” “bobby hasnt gone any further than i have. Everybody talks. If you believe everything you hear in a locker room, you’ll never wise up.” 

Gay shit actually

Oh no

Oh no it’s mark

Oh no it’s mark

Oh mark 

Mark you should’ve just hidden out somewhere i heard there’s this abandoned church out in—oh wait

Still is some joke in here somewhere about people getting help from a character played by matt dillon after killing somebody 

We get it Mark you tried to kill Bryon but chickened out shut the fuck up

Did they really cut out Tex going to look at the body

This one reference to TWTTIN is better than that entire movie and book combined

Uh oh Pop’s coming home

Mace should get to hit him

WHERE ARE TEX’S SHOES

This is cruel and unusual punishment this little bitch girl doesn’t deserve Rowdy

The way he tosses the carrots out i could cry

DID THEY REALLY TAKE OUT THE “I AINT NEVER GONNA FORGIVE YOU” ARE YOU KIDDING

AND HE FINDS THE FUCKING SCHOLARSHIP APPLICATION??????????? He should rip it up like Mason ripped up his heart by selling his horse to a little bitch girl

I think he did actually hide it. Good. also a federal crime but oh well

Yknow pointing and laughing doesn't help your case in saying you didn’t do it

Cathy you snitch shut the fuck up this is why ponyboy dumped you (that and he’s gay but that’s beside the point)

“HE IS MY BROTHER EVEN IF HE ISN’T YOUR SON!”

Uh oh

Are we gonna ignore Lem with drugs in his car being parked outside a high school

Lem taking a teenager to a drug deal he already knows is gonna go south is so fucked up. 

“Wish you looked a little meaner—” he could. He could. Lem did you ever hear about a guy in tulsa about ten years ago named dallas winston? Did you? Do you know?

“If there is a hassle, they’ll be sorry, ‘cause i really feel like making somebody sorry.” DALLAS?????????

I’m getting soc vibes from these guys. High rise building, shit-talking poor country kids, “This is Tulsa, and we got ways of doing things.” ten years ago these guys jumped some kids in an east side park and watched their buddy bleed out in the fountain, and now they’re shooting teenagers with anger issues

Tex holding a gun to the guy cause he’s going out of his mind… having to be talked down, wanting to kill him oh my god

HE TOOK THE GUN

“What if he hadn’t missed you?” “he didnt.” 

I WILL NEVER STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS

If i had a nickel for every time matt dillon got shot in a hintonverse film and then called somebody while delirious i’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice right

HE JUST JUMPS OUT THE CAR

Calling jamie to ask his phone number to call mace oh my god. Oh my god “i got shot i wanna talk to mason

The blood on his cowboy boots

He’s just a kid <3

MACE GIVES NO SHITS HE SEES COPS TALKING TO LEM REALIZES HE CAN’T HIT HIM YET AND WALKS RIGHT INTO THE ER DESPITE THE SIGN SAYING VISITORS AND FAMILY MUST WAIT IN THE WAITING ROOM

The first thing tex says is “i don’t hate you” and mace is speechless ugh and he just has to watch them wheel tex into surgery :(((((((((((

Mason saying he’s staying home instead of going to college because of Tex and because Pop “has to” leave again…

Pop doesn’t deserve to be here, doesn't deserve to ask for Mace to give them space, it’s bullshit

I forgot their mom’s name is Clare

I don’t think we learn Pop’s real name?

Pop got arrested for bootlegging when Mason was two 

“So when you were in prison she was out screwing around?” “don’t talk about your mama that way, boy. She was 19, she was alone—” 

I blame that damn golden-eyed cowboy, which. ugh. I could go ONNNN

“When you paid more attention to Mace than me, was that why?” “I reckon.”

This line is so utterly heartbreaking. But I’m glad Pop doesn’t apologize because it wouldn’t really mean much, would it?

Okay Jamie and Johnny sneaking into his hospital room is sweet as hell

He still has the bandana from his cowboy hat and Mason’s application stuff and he’s gonna send it in for him 🥹

DARRY CURTIS SHAKING IN HIS BOOTS HE COULD NEVERRRRR

“By the way that guy in admissions says you got good taste in reading.” “huh?” “he said smokey the cowhorse is his favorite book too.”

I AM GOING TO CRY TEXXXX

I cant decide if mason is ugly or not but when he smiles he looks so happy

And tex working at the horse ranch!!! He looks so happy

Tex is like if Soda and Pony were the same person

They are so brothers <3

“He’s not a bad person, Mace.” “Yeah, but he ain’t much of a father.” “Well, you ain’t either and you’ve been trying longer.” 

“You better practice! It’s rough where you’re going!” “Yeah, it’s pretty rough where you’re staying.” “But I’ll make it.” 

STAYING! GOING! THE THEME!!!!!!!!!!!!

[charlidos]

Common Ground

If you look at Viggo and Orlando today, they seem to have so little in common, with very different lifestyles. Viggo far away from Hollywood (geographically and mentally), Orlando still in the middle of it (geographically, at least). And since always, the big age gap.

But I've realised they have and have had more in common than you might think! So I've compiled a rather long list of some interests they share, some traits they have in common. Some of them are obvious, some are, well... not. And some seem to be a result of Orlando's hero worship of Viggo, and thus doing all things the Viggo-way.

It's a quite unserious and unscientific list.

Holding on to a character

Orlando:

I will take Legolas, and this experience in New Zealand, wherever I go. The beautiful thing about being an actor is every character you embrace, when you move on, you take part of the character with you. He's a special, special character and, or course, my first. I'm never going to let go of him.

Viggo:

You hear a lot of people saying, 'I want to get rid of that character' or 'It took me days, weeks, months, years to shed the skin of that character,' but I don't," he says. "We're all going to get old and die, and if we live long enough, we're going to forget things or lose our memories. That's just what happens in life. So why be in a hurry to forget something or undo something? Any movie or experience, I want it to be a part of me.

2. Choosing work

Orlando:

I'm always only interested in the script. But of course, I'm happy to support smaller films if I'm convinced by the script.

Viggo:

I never decide to do a project based on who is directing it, it's always the script which is important.

3. Technophobia

Obviously, this was a passing phase, until everyone had a mobile phone and a computer... Apparently, Orlando broke down his resistance at one time and got a ... Blackberry.

Orlando:

You could say I'm a technophobe. I don't have a TV, I don't read magazines, I don't have a computer and I don't have a cell phone. I am a nature-loving human being and I want to remain independent from the tools of technology, or be only minimally influenced by them. If I want to write a letter to someone, I pick up a pen and paper. I try to focus on the important things in life, on myself and my fellow human beings, my work, my friends, etc.

Viggo:

I’m sitting in a car talking on a cell. I rarely use them. In this case, I wanted to be alone and in a quiet place. The phone was dead and I’m charging it as we talk, which is why I was late. I still can’t figure out how to retrieve my messages. I didn’t have one for several years, and would call in my messages from a pay phone on the corner near my apartment. I might not check my messages for days, and I probably lost some jobs because of that. When I finally got one, I threw it out the window when it rang because the sound was so annoying. A neighbour rang my bell, asked me if it was mine, and handed it back to me. I put it in the closet under a pile of laundry, and a few days later it rang again. I didn’t like the intrusion and tossed it out the back alley.

4. Wearing necklaces

They both used to wear a whole slew of trinkets around their necks, both looking all hippie-ish and stuff.

Orlando:

I have a lot of these things with me all the time. I get given some and find others. One was a key ring that Johnny [Depp] gave me as a wrap gift for Pirates. Here's a piece of greenstone Billy Boyd gave me. I found this shell on the beach in Thailand. This is a prayer baton I got in India. I picked up this tiny silver ball in Tokyo. This is a New York City handcuff key, so if I get into any strife, I can get myself out. I think I'll hold onto that. I've always kept all these funny little things, even as a kid. But I'm trying to cut it out, become more streamlined. Otherwise it starts to feel like the things own you. These things fill up my heart. If I were ever to lose them, I'd be really devastated. Isn't that pathetic?

5. Loving nature and being alone

Orlando:

New Zealand is so green and healthy and outdoorsy and stuff so I started putting little tests on myself, like in terms of getting fit and using the environment around me. I often sit and daydream, and lose myself in that world. People around me think I'm rude, but I'm not ignoring them or anything.

Viggo:

I like to spend time alone and outdoors. I enjoy being able to just sit and observe life in the forest or by the water. I like observing and not thinking about anything. If I can't get in to the wild, I observe people in the city. I value being alone in nature even more now that my life has become so hectic.

6. Environmental friendliness

Viggo:

I have a hybrid car, the first Prius that came out on the market; it still works great. My son shares it with me. I recycle everything I can. I try not to waste natural resources or to pollute. Small things that if done every day, serve to make a better world. I’ve always liked being around plants and trees, I’ve always planted them, anywhere that I spend a little time in. The trees we plant, and the landscapes we nurture and protect for wildlife to enjoy and feel safe in, and to prevent soil erosion, is our gift to future generations. Even in cities we can take part in creating a greener, healthier environment – either by growing plants and trees or contributing financially to those that do. But there is nothing like getting your hands dirty and being physically part of the process of preparing the soil, planting, and nurturing new plant life.

Orlando:

I am going to the Oscars this year in a [Toyota] Prius. Anything I can do to bring awareness to the environment and to the fact that we need to decrease the greenhouse-gas emissions, I will do. I love the environment. I grew up in the countryside. I want my kids one day to enjoy the same environment and their kids to enjoy the same environment.

7. Commitment to politics and human rights issues

Orlando has done work for Unicef since 2007 and Viggo has always been very outspoken in issues concerning politics.

Orlando:

When I first came to Ukraine in 2016, I saw the catastrophic consequences that war has on children and families, and how basic needs such as being at school and psychosocial support are critical for children’s wellbeing. Now, with children across the entire country affected, that support is more vital than ever. Amid the chaos and uncertainty of war, supporting children’s education is an essential tool in protecting their long-term mental health and wellbeing. This is especially important during their early years, when children develop the learning and emotional skills they need to reach their full potential. Above all, children need an end to this war and sustained peace to regain their childhoods, return to normalcy and begin to heal and recover.

Viggo:

It’s not just the suffering in Ukraine. It's families in Russia; mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, who have lost loved ones just because of one man’s brutal ambition; a murderous, grotesquely corrupt person. And [Putin] will keep going. It’s like Trump. If you don’t stop them legally or otherwise why would they stop? And if they see weakness they’ll just exploit it.

8. Riding horses

Viggo famously loves horses, but Orlando has a certain love for them as well.

Orlando:

I've always loved riding and I used to hack around Canterbury as a kid. It wasn't really a pony club -- we'd just go out on horses. So I picked it up again in New Zealand and added a bit more of the style and the posture and the correct riding position. I learned to ride on around 30 different horses, and what you get from that is an understanding that each individual animal has to be treated with sensitivity so you have a mutual respect thing going.

9. Smoking

They both smoke/used to smoke cigarettes or cigars.

An unfortunate thing to have in common. I hope they have stopped.

10. Photography and art

Viggo is obviously a skilled photographer and painter and more. Orlando is also a keen photographer with an interest in art and sculpture.

Orlando:

Sculpture was my thing. I was very passionate about documentary photography too. I still like to walk around and take photographs, but it’s hard to do that if a lot of people are looking at you.

Viggo:

Photography, painting or poetry – those are just extensions of me, how I perceive things, they are my way of communicating.

11. Tattoos

The serendipity of these two tattoos, Orlando's sun and Viggo's moon, is amazing. Put there before meeting each other, in the same place on the body, only mirrored.

12. Fishing

Viggo went fishing a lot in NZ. Orlando sometimes tagged along. And then máybe goes fishing sometimes? Perhaps? Who knows?

13. Uncleanliness

Gotta love completely unfounded gossip. I'm sure they smell heavenly, at all times, shower or no shower. Just natural muskiness pouring out of their... pores.

Orlando:

"Miranda thinks Orlando is too smelly. Recently, she asked him if he could wash his clothes and perhaps shower more often." The insider claimed that Bloom "goes days without washing his clothes" when not working on a movie, adding: "He'll wear the same jeans for a week before he throws them in the washer. Same goes for his sweaters, T-shirts and socks." The Pirates of the Caribbean actor also allows his dog Sidi to share a bed with him.

Viggo:

Viggo Mortensen, who plays Aragorn in the Lord of the Rings movies, may seem fair, but according to The Sun he smells foul. The tabloid today alleges the American actor has been dumped by his girlfriend Lola Schnabel for worryingly Strider-like behaviour. Apparently he rarely washes and mysteriously disappears for long periods at a time.

14. Drinking mate

Viggo famously drinks yerba mate at all times. Orlando also drinks this. At least at one point, when this photo was taken, that's all I'm sure of.

15. Back pain

Orlando broke his back when he was 20 years old - with chronic back pain as a result. Viggo gets backaches sometimes.

Viggo:

If I wear footwear for too long I get backache. I need to be barefoot, otherwise it's agony.

Bonus: Gorgeous in make up

Also, they are both kind of gorgeous. And like make up. Sometimes. At this one particular time?

And, uhm, that's it.

Don't look so sceptical, boys! Just realise you are perfect for each other and get on with it.

[klbmsw]

Important read. Please share EVERYWHERE.

Report from the Senate Floor:

Last night in the Senate, something really important happened. Republicans forced us to debate their billionaire bailout budget framework. We started voting at 6 PM because they knew doing it in the dark of night would minimize media coverage. And they do not want the American people to see how blatant their handover of our government to the billionaire class is.

So I want to explain what happened last night and what we did to fight back. The apex of Republicans’ plan to turn over our government to their wealthy cronies is a giant tax cut for billionaires and corporations. And they plan to pay for it with cuts to programs that working people rely on. Popular and necessary programs like Medicaid, Medicare, and SNAP, are all being targeted.

In order to pass the tax cut, Republicans have to go through a series of procedural steps. Last night, they took the first step which requires them to pass an outline of their plan, but with it, any senator can offer as many amendments as we want. So my Democratic colleagues and I did just that.

Now, we knew that Republicans would largely unanimously oppose them, but we had two objectives here. One, Republicans were forced to put their opinion on record — many for the first time — on the most corrupt parts of Trump and Musk’s agenda. Two, as I’ve been saying, I am going to make every process and procedure as slow and painful as possible for as long as my colleagues choose to ignore the constitutional crisis happening before our eyes.

So what did we propose? We proposed no tax cuts for anyone who makes a billion dollars a year. We made them vote on whether or not Elon Musk and DOGE should have limitless access to Americans’ personal data. We made them vote on whether to protect IVF and require insurers to cover it. Every single amendment Democrats proposed was shot down. On almost every single amendment, Republicans universally opposed it. Every Republican voted against our proposal to prevent more tax cuts for billionaires. The corruption and theft is happening in the open here.

The whole game for Republicans is taking your money and giving it to the wealthiest corporations and billionaires — even if it means kicking your parents out of a nursing home or turning off Medicaid for the poorest children. They know what they are doing is deeply unpopular. They are offering a tax cut to the most wealthy that is 850 times larger than what they are offering working people. Oh and by the way, any tax cuts for working people are going to be washed out by higher costs for basic necessities, like health care and food. It’s a fundamental injustice.

Thanks to your pressure and support, many of my Democratic colleagues have joined my effort to do everything we can to make sure they cannot destroy democracy and steal your money in the dark of the night. We are being loud about what is happening. I’m going to continue to grind the gears of Congress down as much as possible to make it that much harder and slower to get away with this corruption. That’s why the votes lasted until nearly 5 AM.

This is a five-alarm fire. I don’t think we have two years to plan and fight back. I think we have months. It’s still in our power to stop the destruction of our democracy with mass mobilization and effective opposition from elected officials. So we can’t miss any opportunity to take advantage of opportunities to put Republicans on the record and shine a light on what is happening.

And you have a role to play in this as well. I need you to amplify what’s happening, support the leaders who are fighting for you to make sure they can continue speaking truth to power against Musk and Trump’s billionaire cronies, and show up at rallies and town halls. Use every tool at your disposal to send a message loud and clear about how you expect my colleagues to lead and fight in this moment.

Every best wish,

US Senator Chris Murphy (D - CT)

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can i request headcandons of the spiderverse Boys with a shy nurse reader who is constantly tired? Being nurse and spider person is a physically and mentally demanding job and i think that would be nice see more spiderverse content, but if u don't want to make this request i understand

A/n: I’m sorry Most of these are either short cuz I didn’t know what to put for them or come across as a carbon copy of the other in due to me not knowing what to put there instead🤣

Miles sympathises with you wholeheartedly.

Trying to find a healthy balance between being a nurse -an intensive and highly demanding profession- and being a hero was definitely a challenge that had detrimental affects upon one’s mental and physical health.

Miles would affirm you with his words of praises and encouragement all the while holding you tightly, wilfully being your personal pillow/recharging station that often times he’d catch you fall asleep against him because his presence was that warm and comforting to you that it lulled you into a peaceful sleep.

Miles deeply admires your dedication to saving people not only as hero but also within the medical field. But he often does worry that you work yourself to the bone trying to find a way to perform both tasks without having them overlap one another.

There do come days where it all becomes a bit too much as your body grows sick and tired of your constant negligence and choose it’s way of rebelling by refusing you any sort of mobility of your limbs. Your mental state also tanks which only made your want to move even harder as you didn’t even have to willpower to make it so.

Miles would be a major source of comfort during these moments as he would remind you of all the achievements and accomplishments you’ve made during your tenure as both hero and Nurse. He’d probably have his music on as background noise whilst he’s taking the time and effort in making sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

Things he most often says are;

‘You have done so many amazing things and your only just getting started! How cool is that?!’

‘You’re an inspiration to not only the people you save on a daily basis but your also an inspiration to me as well that I even made art about you. Here, take a look!’

‘Don’t beat yourself up over this, you always get back up and hit them twice as hard because that’s what my y/n does, for my y/n ain’t no quitter, they’re a fighter.’

‘Bad days come to pass because the better ones always remain.’

‘Rest, I’ll take over from here.’

‘You’re not alone in this because I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be right here to catch you when you need me to.’

Pavitr would, If you let him, smother you in affection and cuddles but to the right amount so it doesn’t cross the border where it could potentially get annoying.

Which with Pav, it never does because his hugs and cuddles were the best and yet to be topped by anything or anyone because they are superior.

Plus they brought you warmth and comfort that you can’t help but bury yourself into his neck after a shit day in hopes of forgetting all about it as his hand rubs your back soothingly whilst also fighting the urge to just fall asleep then and there.

Also this lad would just spoil you with small gifts as to show his appreciation for you even though he does so quite eloquently enough with his words and his actions that this was merely the cherry on top.

Due to Pavitr being more able to read people then most, he’d notice the indicators within you that told him you weren’t feeling your best and he would make sure to take you to his favourite places within Mumbattan in hopes that it’ll help you by even just a little bit. After all he’s aware of the concept that fresh air and a change of pace were beneficial to a better mental health, and all he wants was for you to feel better, even if it was by a little that would mean a whole lot to him.

Hobie would want you to have a change of scenery from the hustle and bustle you subjugate yourself to on an daily basis to somewhere less noisy and loud within any aspect.

Sure it’s not his kind of scene but for you and how much work you put on yourself just to come home, looking as though any minute you were going to collapse? It was worth seeing you gradually become more relaxed and at peace to the point you fall asleep against his shoulder and he has to carry you back home.

again Hobie didn’t care since he knew how much sleep you missed out on and would not hesitate to get you a few days off if he feels as though you workplace was taking the piss out of you by thinking you were expendable.

He ain’t having none of that shit when it came to you.

Hobie wasn’t about to let you work yourself to the bone and not get a single thanks nor your flowers for busting your ass.

You tell him that it doesn’t bother you as you were doing what your job entails but Hobie more or less your backbone within these sorts of situations because he didn’t want you being taken advantage of just because you were ‘hard working.’ Not to say you aren’t but Hobie was more then well aware that this was often the excuse given when some shit stain wanted to offload their work onto someone else for personal gain.

It was always the ones who worked the least or didn’t work at all that got the appraisal and the promotions.

So Hobie would always and I mean ALWAYS praise you for everything you’ve done for he doesn’t believe you hear it enough for his liking.

Also he’s great with advice so when the days were particularly rough, he’d probably drop a bit of sage advice in regards to any aspect that you were finding hard to cope with like; ‘while the aspiration to save everyone is admirable; it’s unrealistic. For you’re setting yourself up to traverse down a road where instead of pointing out the problem, you are made to believe that you are the problem. Instead of trying to save everyone, focus on saving one person at a time for that one person could be someone else’s everything.’

Being the absolute secret sweetheart that he is, Miguel would try and help take the weight off of your shoulders and make your life a whole lot more easier by performing small acts of service that he knows you’ll greatly appreciate.

Even if it was the minuscule things such as; making you your favourite beverage, setting up a relaxing bath/ shower. fluffing up the pillows, smoothing the creases out of the duvet, cooking your favourite food since you always tell him that one of the things you always loved coming home to was the smell of his cooking. Hell do it all if it made you happy.

Miguel defiantly pampers you on the days where you felt more fatigued from your dual jobs. He doesn’t want you to do anything for you’ve already done enough to warrant yourself some much needed rest.

He lives to serve his beloved and would reject your requests to help him by planting kisses to your lips until you ultimately accept his pampering with little to no complaint.

If you were in the spider society, he’d give you time off because he’s the boss and all and if you were to go against his request for you to take time for yourself, he’d threaten to double it even though he was seriously considering it with how obvious tightroping two jobs was negatively effecting you.

Miguel doesn’t want you to overwork yourself but will overwork himself…what a hypocrite.

Soft Miguel is only soft with you.

[midnighthybrid1]

Heyo peeps, for once an art post from me?! Crazy I know

I’ve been a Pokémon fan for a while now (mostly the anime and mangas) and… dang. Scarlet and Violet sure is a game with character designs.

There are a few I really like, but a few I’m not a super huge fan of. One such character for me was Grusha. I find his concept- being a young, retired snowboarder who can’t snowboard anymore because of an injury he received, who’s entire life surrounds being a gym leader now- very very interesting. His design, however, does not impress me. He somehow manages to look like a middle school girl who tries to be quirky by playing up how ‘UwU Shy and Quirky’ she is while also having the fashion style of one of them as well (mainly because of the strangely clashing colors he has all throughout his design).

So! I tried to tweak some stuff in it. It’s not 100% an improvement, but I’m happy with it right now. If you’d like to read my rambling about all my inspiration and see the comparison between his actual design and my redesign (my style is so not the Pokémon style and it’s so funny to me lol) check below the cut!

Feel free to like and reblog! Please do not repost my artwork!

So… my thoughts when redesigning him:

- I thought it’d be neat to have the injury impact him in a more visible way. I gave him some mobility crutches and knee braces that helps him get around, and in the snow I imagine his Cetitan acts as like a big ol’ service animal. It could have something on its back that he sits on while it slides around in the snow.

- He’s lowkey a hermit. Bro lives alone in his gym in the mountains, if I were to rewrite the game there would be more emphasis on how this impacts him. The isolation had killed his people skills and made him not take nearly as much care of himself (I imagine his hair was even shorter when he snowboarded). He hides away in shame about people finding out who he once was, and only really interacts with people when he heads off to fetch groceries or when he’s forced to by way of Iono (who in this theoretical rewrite could try and reach out to him more, somewhat because of clout and because she’s interested in how weird he is).

- I added in aspects of his Ace Pokémon and his Cetitan, since I imagine those are his top two Pokémon. The Cetitan comes in with his jacket and the Altaria in his crutches. I also put a very small Frosmoth motif into the shape on his boots, though lowkey they kind of look like the Walmart logo. Ermmmm oopsies

- Moved his Pokeballs to be attached to his jacket, so they’re easier for him to access.

- Made his eyes look more dead inside.

- Changed his hair color to be white just cause the original blue clashes horribly with other colors and I liked to imagine how flowy and shiny his hair would be when it’s down. Maybe I’ll doodle that 🤔

Thanks for listening to my thoughts!

[goingmerryfics]

Hii!!! i really love all your writing and wanted to request smth if that's okay!

could i request law x so who's into lolita fashion/subculture? Like, on days that they're able to they'll wear really extravagant looking lolita dresses and such, and is just overall really girly, and might be embarrassed about being such, esp with someone like him. but maybe he even likes that they're aesthetic opposites. idk fjsjfjfk

Ty!! <3

(idk if i need to say this but lolita fashion doesn't have anything to do with the. other uses of the term. sometimes ppl make accusations abt it but the jfashion and book are not related)

Lolita Style S/O w/ Law

Content: can be read as GN reader that wears skirts, all SFW

Notes* Thanks for being patient with me while I worked on this request! A couple of things popped up for me (and my new-used computer quit suddenly so I have to wait to see if it can be repaired or if I should just buy a brand new one) so I’ve been trying to work around this. Back to mobile tumblr I go 😢 ! Anyway- I know all too well how lolita culture gets sexualized in people’s eyes so this is a completely nsfw-free request. I made this more relatable to those in sweet style lolita more than gothic lolita since you’d commented about them being opposites and personally, I think it would be super cute for him to be paired with someone with this style. Hope you like it :)

Law

Law isn’t the type to pay attention to what people wear as long as they are dressed in proper uniform when need be. Self expression is something personal, and he’s aware of different everyone’s style is

Though he finds it hard not to notice how you dress on your days off, whether it’s just around the sub or out on the town

It’s a lot of pastel, and a lot of fabric

You hadn’t thought of what Law or the others might’ve thought the first time you dressed up, so when you kept catching Law staring at you at various points of the day, you started to feel a little nervous

Later though, the two of you had crossed paths and he stopped you there to ask about your choice of clothing

While you explained how you enjoyed the colours and the overly girly feel of it all, he listened to every word, and even asked you some questions- like how everything fit together, and how you chose to match your accessories to your clothes

He was intrigued, and being a knowledgeable man, he wanted to learn about you and your clothing style

He’d even gone off to do his own research at the next island, and secretly commissioned a seamstress to make a little purse modeled after Bepo’s face for your outfits because god knows this guy can’t sew for shit

Law had been waiting for you outside of your door, his present to you held in his hand, in a sweet little bag. You weren’t expecting to see him, nor were you expecting any sort of gift- it was nowhere near your birthday- but here he was. He pushes himself off from leaning against the door when he sees you.

“Here. I’m not sure if it’s alright, but I thought you might be able to use this.”

He hands you the bag, and you thank him before going off about how he didn’t need to get you anything, and asking what the occasion is as you dig through the white, glittery tissue paper to open it.

“No occasion. I just thought you’d like it.” He tries to act nonchalant and calm, but he’s watching your face for any changes to see if you like it or not.

You pull out the bag and gasp- it was perfect. Fluffy and pristine white, perfect for an outfit you’d been trying to put together for a while now- and it looked like your dear crewmate. You pull it to your chest with a big smile, going on a bit of a ramble at how cute it is, and how you’re going to use it right away.

The entire time you’re squealing over your new gift he’s smiling to himself, even if he doesn’t realize it.

The next time you change into your style, you make sure to keep the mini Bepo bag at your side. It goes great with your outfit

Bepo freaks out a little at the likelihood of the purse and his own face, but you quickly calm him down and explain that it’s not the head of a polar bear that you’re carrying around

Law watches you fawn over the bag with him from a distance, smiling to himself

He joins you later to walk around town with you. He’s come to enjoy how your style stands out so well beside him against his usual darker clothes

Law will also help you get dressed if you let him, buckling your shoes for you so you don’t have to fight the layers of skirt to reach your feet, or helping you pin up your hair pieces

You’d asked him once if he’d like to try men’s lolita style and he was very quick to shut that down.

“It looks better on you than it will on me.”

He really just likes seeing you as the unique one

[independentanon]

It's Starting...

I don't know the legitimacy of this post, as this was posted very recently and I can't verify the source, but this post might be worth reading:

Mirror on Reddit:

Here's my copy:

Report from the Senate Floor:

“Last night in the Senate, something really important happened. Republicans forced us to debate their billionaire bailout budget framework. We started voting at 6 PM because they knew doing it in the dark of night would minimize media coverage. And they do not want the American people to see how blatant their handover of our government to the billionaire class is.

So I want to explain what happened last night and what we did to fight back. The apex of Republicans’ plan to turn over our government to their wealthy cronies is a giant tax cut for billionaires and corporations. And they plan to pay for it with cuts to programs that working people rely on. Popular and necessary programs like Medicaid, Medicare, and SNAP, are all being targeted.

In order to pass the tax cut, Republicans have to go through a series of procedural steps. Last night, they took the first step which requires them to pass an outline of their plan, but with it, any senator can offer as many amendments as we want. So my Democratic colleagues and I did just that.

Now, we knew that Republicans would largely unanimously oppose them, but we had two objectives here. One, Republicans were forced to put their opinion on record — many for the first time — on the most corrupt parts of Trump and Musk’s agenda. Two, as I’ve been saying, I am going to make every process and procedure as slow and painful as possible for as long as my colleagues choose to ignore the constitutional crisis happening before our eyes.

So what did we propose? We proposed no tax cuts for anyone who makes a billion dollars a year. We made them vote on whether or not Elon Musk and DOGE should have limitless access to Americans’ personal data. We made them vote on whether to protect IVF and require insurers to cover it. Every single amendment Democrats proposed was shot down. On almost every single amendment, Republicans universally opposed it. Every Republican voted against our proposal to prevent more tax cuts for billionaires. The corruption and theft is happening in the open here.

The whole game for Republicans is taking your money and giving it to the wealthiest corporations and billionaires — even if it means kicking your parents out of a nursing home or turning off Medicaid for the poorest children. They know what they are doing is deeply unpopular. They are offering a tax cut to the most wealthy that is 850 times larger than what they are offering working people. Oh and by the way, any tax cuts for working people are going to be washed out by higher costs for basic necessities, like health care and food. It’s a fundamental injustice.

Thanks to your pressure and support, many of my Democratic colleagues have joined my effort to do everything we can to make sure they cannot destroy democracy and steal your money in the dark of the night. We are being loud about what is happening. I’m going to continue to grind the gears of Congress down as much as possible to make it that much harder and slower to get away with this corruption. That’s why the votes lasted until nearly 5 AM.

This is a five-alarm fire. I don’t think we have two years to plan and fight back. I think we have months. It’s still in our power to stop the destruction of our democracy with mass mobilization and effective opposition from elected officials. So we can’t miss any opportunity to take advantage of opportunities to put Republicans on the record and shine a light on what is happening.

And you have a role to play in this as well. I need you to amplify what’s happening, support the leaders who are fighting for you to make sure they can continue speaking truth to power against Musk and Trump’s billionaire cronies, and show up at rallies and town halls. Use every tool at your disposal to send a message loud and clear about how you expect my colleagues to lead and fight in this moment.

Every best wish,” US Senator Chris Murphy (D - CT)

Might want to share this around, guys. Just in case it's legit.