#IT MAKES ME YEARN FOR SOMTHING?

[rebelssvy]

personal trainer ✧.* part three

ushijima x reader

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LABELS: AFAB READER smut, sex, eating out, fingering. you guys go on a date he comes back upset and fucks you. finally part in my personal trainer fics.

note: omg i loved this. it’s a little longer but ughhh ushiii

maybe it was the way his body craved you. somthing snapped when he chose to walk into your office that day. ever since you two kissed you hadn’t left his mind. not for a single second.

he took you on a date. it was fancy, it was out of your league. you appreciated the gesture but it just wasn’t your environment.

ushijima couldn’t tell what had you off that day. but he could tell you didn’t like being there.

he started overthinking about everything and your date was short lived. he assumed you didn’t like him and your feels were a one day type thing.

oh he was so wrong.

the two of you found yourself in his car.

“i’m sorry for taking you. i’ve overstepped my boundaries. i’ll take you home now.”

your mouth dropped. was somthing wrong? did he not like you anymore? did he think you didn’t like him?

“i’m confused ushijima.” you stated in a sturn voice.

the two of you sat in his car, it was cold. you were wearing a long dress. despite all the fabric you were still cold.

“you didn’t seem interested.” a tiny bit of insecure caught in his speech.

“i like you ushi.” you said stating what you thought was obvious.

his eyes burned wholes into your body.

“prove it then” he said while tilting his head to yours.

his gaze lingered on you.

you stared at him, he turned his attention back to his car and put it in drive.

about one minute into the drive, you had gained enough confidence.

without warning, unbuckling your seat belt, you leaned over bringing your lips to his neck.

you felt him shift underneath you, groaning at your action.

you kissed his jaw, and neck. making quick work of what you were doing.

sucking and nibbling on him, catching the hitches in his breath.

“y/n…” he said in a strained breathy tone.

you kept on ignoring him.

choking out the words he says “i’m driving..”.

you stopped what you were doing and sat back against your seat. staring forward.

it was obvious that he was looking at you.

he shrugged then moved his gaze back on the rode.

pulling into your driveway, you opened the car door. getting out, he was still sitting there.

“you aren’t gonna come in?” you asked him. you wanted him to. badly.

“do you want me to?” he asked.

“i do.”

“ok.” he got out and walked you to your door.

you unlocked it and walked into your dimly lit house.

you motioned him in, he stood behind you as you closed your door behind you.

when you turned back around, ushijima captured your lips in a kiss. pressing your back up to the door you just closed.

it was passionate, nothing more.

he moved back breaking the kiss. you still leaning against the door.

his stare lingering on every part of you. locking on to your collar bone and the area below it.

“fuck..” he muttered. eyes not leaving you.

he comes back for a second kiss, this one so needy. his hands traveled your body, toying at the fabric of your dress.

“i need you… now.” he said lips still against yours.

this time you break the kiss and grab onto his hand. dragging him to your room.

looking at him, he was absolutely radiant.

all black button up, dress pants and dress shoes. a light chain around his neck, nothing flashy.

you lead him into your door way. he stopped and you continue onto your bed. sitting at the end of it.

he took his time walking over to you. looking around at your space, but his focus was on you.

he brought your face to his for a shared kiss. it was lingering. yearning. passionate.

you broke apart, craving more. he couldn’t keep his hands off you.

they traveled everywhere. making efforts to make you feel something in all places.

you moaned at him touch.

finally you swapped positions with him, you standing and him on your bed. it was his doing as well.

you could see his hard on through his pants. rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. using the little friction you had to get yourself off.

he grazed his own hard on infront of you, bringing a hand to the bulge.

“strip.” he demanded. you stood unknowingly.

“c’mhere” he motioned out. spreading his legs so you could stand inbetween them.

he took his time with you. slowly taking off your dress. the straps coming off your shoulders, then coming off your cleavage.

to his surprise, you weren’t wearing a bra. his eyebrows raised and he looked up at your face. he looked excited, cheeks flushed.

he looked like he was waiting for you to say something.

“you can do whatever you want to me.. ushi..” you. whispered quietly. just for him to hear.

he nodded, then furiously took both boobs in hand. toying with them, he squeezed, and massaged them. he moved to one side, taking your nipple in his mouth. he lapped around the bud.

you moaned at his contact. he took a hand and slipped your dress all the way off. the only thing you were left in was your undies and jewelry. shivers ran down your spine from the cold.

he stopped what he was doing and stared at your body. you were vulnerable. almost fully naked and he still had all his clothes on.

“your so beautiful.” he said.

he sat you on the bed, now he’s standing. he took his clothes off. not looking your way… was he insecure?

there’s no way. he was stunning.

“hi.” you said up to him to get his attention.

“hi,” he looked down at you, eyebrows tensing.

“what’s wrong?” you asked

he dropped his shirt off now he only hand on boxers.

“can u.. close your eyes for a second?” he asked you.

you were confused? does he not want you seeing him?

“i want to try somthing on you. just please.. close your eyes.” he pleaded.

so you did. you hammered your eyes shut.

you felt his hands all over you, he set your back flat on the bed. moving you all over your bed. you didn’t know what spot you were at now.

then, his hands disappeared. you almost opened your eyes from the no contact. but you kept them closed.

the new thing you felt was a kiss on your thigh… right next to.. your..

your eyes shot open. your underwear was still on and he had just kissed your clit. you moaned, unexpectedly.

you didn’t say anything, he didn’t say anything either.

he waited for you to tell him to get off you. but when the words never came, he went in for more.

laying an opened mouth kiss on your core. underwater soaked.

your back arched into him, eyes coming to a close again. you moaned.

“can i?” he sat up, gesturing to your underwear.

you nodded, shy.

he slid your panties down, off your feature. gaping at your core. his mouth open, slightly.

you waiting for his reply. he started to chuckle, a low chuckle.

“i told you to keep your eyes closed.” he stated bending back to his former position.

“yea well- oh. oh my god.” his tongue lapped you up. licking every spot on your. moving his heat, his nose pressed against your clit.

you moaned out his name, hands grabbing his hair.

you felt sensitive. almost like you were already there.

his mouth latching on to your clit. his fingers prodded at your entrance.

one sliding in, he kept his tongue working on your heat.

pumping his finger in and out, your back arched farther into him. his finger curled into your sponge like insides.

bringing another finger into you, it was all too much.

you were going to snap any second now. you tried warning him. but you couldn’t find the words.

he knew he must have, his fingers pumped in and out of you with the intent for your to cum.

“ushijima!” you moaned. orgasming, it was vulgar. your body shook. you mumbled out thank u’s and how that was so good.

“your not done yet baby.” he said now coming onto his knees. his bulge prominent in his underwear.

he pulled his length out of his underwear. giving it a few good pumps.

your mouth dropped. he was big. he was large. it made sense, he himself was big. so now he was also big.

your brain spiraled. clicking back into place when he laid his cock on your stomach.

balls pressed up against your soaked cunt. cock on your tummy. he was drinking up the sight.

“you can take it. your a good girl i know you can” he challenged you. you shook your head yes.

he slowly pressed himself against your folds. you moaned at the contact.

“fuck…” he groaned.

painfully slowly, he pumped himself into you. bottoming out. he groaned.

he let his body fall, holding himself up in his arms. you were face to face with him.

you leaned up, kissing him. his cock stilled inside you. he leaned down, arms buckling a little. but not enough for his weight to crash down on you.

he kissed you, a passionate kiss. both your tongues fighting for dominance. you brought your arms around him. drawing circles into his back.

something about the contact makes his brain go fuzzy.

his cock pistoned in and out of you. his hips snapping into your pelvis with quick pace. your mouth, still on him, dropped open. moaning into his. he groaned.

“fuckkk” you mumbled. if this was how he was gonna fuck you. you weren’t gonna last long.

he felt your pussy choke around him. pulling him back for more.

“you like that?” he asked, but it sounded more like a statement. he moved his head to your neck. kissing and pulling against your skin. creating hickies that marked you as his.

it was really too much. you had already came. you couldn’t do it again. fuck.

one of his hands found your clit. rubbing harsh circles into it.

that was all you needed to fall of the edge. back arching, moaning out.

“ush-! fuckkk” he fucked your brainless. through your climax. hips snapping, but pace slowing.

everything was a blur. your brain was fuzzy. you felts like seeing stars.

“fuck that was hot.” he stated. pulling his cock out of you. you groaned at the missing of him. you felt powerless.

“your not done yet thought baby.”

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[yoimiyasthings]

Robin x Boothill Smut (again!!)

Phone Sex!

CW : Genderfluid Boothill, Lesbian Robin, E-Sex, masturbation, Edging, orgasm denial, Sub Robin, Dom Boothill, squirting, halo play

"Darling... I miss you.." Robin whines over the phone, longing and waiting impatiently for her girlfriend to return.

"I know that my dove but you're gonna have to wait a few more days.. Can you do that for me? You are my big strong girl right?"

"Mmh.. Y-yeah.. I suppose"

"My darling... Are you?.. Turn your camera on"

Robin didn't think twice before setting her camera up ready.

" I'm sorry honey ... I'm just so desperate... "

" Oh.. How radient.. "

Robin lays further down and spreads her legs for her lover on the phone. Slick shining off her pussy.

"Darling.. You're gonna make this trip so hard for me..."

"Can I touch myself.. Please?"

"Good girl~ Seeing as you're so desperate and asking do nicely, I simply must let you"

Robin dosent waste any time before rubbing her clit and moaning softly, holing onto the bed frame.

"Mmh~ I need you~" Robin whines out again, this time with an obvious tone of yearning.

"Look at that cunt darling...all wet and all for me to watch... Be a good girl and give it a taste for me..."

Robin pushes further down her clit to gather some of her wetness and she leans into the camera, licking it off her fingers skillfully.

She repositions herself on the bed so she is kneeling for her camera, back arching as much as she possibly can to get a more filling feeling, but nothing could fill her quote like Boothill could.

"Baby... Please.. Come home and fill me up..im so empty.."

"Soon pet.. Don't worry. Your cunt will be nice and filled when I get home.."

Robin practically folds at these words, the knot in her growing bigger aching to be undone.

"Please let me cum, please!!"

"Only when I say you can my dove. Now no talking and do as I say... Unless you want to be punished later~"

Robin let's out a faint moan and nods her head, showing that she's listening.

"Rub that clit fast for me dear.."

She starts to pick her fingers out of her pussy and uses the wetness to make less friction.

"Faster~"

Robin wanted to scream at these words, it was almost like she was abusing her clit, her wetness was being flung around on her thighs and bed, leaving dark patches on the sheets.

"Now baby... Let go for me.."

It takes Robin a moment before she let's go, not wanting to stop the pleasure, but not wanting to be punished for talking out of line. "What a good girl... Look at that pussy.."

Robin whines like she's in pain, trying to hump the air just to get somthing. Pussy throbbing and clit twitching.

"My dove~ can you do somthing for me?"

Boot watches her lover nod while tears form I her eyes from her ruined high.

"Seeing as you're such a good girl... I want you to touch that slutty halo of yours."

Robin feels shocked, not in a bad way of course, but usually it's saved for special occasions.

"Did I stutter my love?"

And just like that, Robin lays back down and aligns her fingers to her pussy, spreading her lips and reaching up to her halo.

"Good girl.. Now trace that halo like the good whore you are."

Robin blushes and smirks at these names. Biting her lip, she finally begins to trace her halo and it's almost like she starts to glow.

"Robin. Speak to me."

"P-please can I cum! I don't think I can hold it in master!"

She blushes at her own words, thinking about how her hornyness led her here.

"Master? Well well.. If you're that enthusiastic... I want you to cum. And make it hard, I want to see your legs tremble and those slutty tits of yours to bounce."

Robin didn't take another second before she started to whimper loudly. All of a sudden, she let out a loud, shrieking moan and squirted all over her phone and bed and flopped down to catch her breath.

"Robin what was that.. "

And Robin was still trying to figure that out herself before she starts to giggle, still out of breath but she found it funny. Boot had always said she wants to know if Robin could squirt and has been trying for ages to make her, but the first time it happens, Boot isn't there.

"Buckle up angel. You won't be resting until I make you squirt all over me when i come home."

Boot growls. As Robin continues to laugh, Boot looks at her and decides that she's happy for her

"Did it feel good my love?"

"It felt amazing darling... Although I wish it were you soaking it up instead of the bed... I made such a mess.."

"Well...first of all. I'd lick up that angelic cum all day, no matter what. And two, I'll be back home by tomorrow afternoon. And I'm not wating, so have a shower, dress up all nice for me and wait like a good doll. Got it?"

Robin could have cum again just by those words alone, but maybe, she wants to save that cum for Boot, after seeing how eager she is.

She cannot wait for that cowboy to get home.

[carnation-damnation]

I LOVE your transfem Amy art! Would you mind sharing some of those transfem ideas you were rotating in your mind?

AUGHHHHH I'D LOVE TOOO!!

ummm lets go down the line haha. Only gonna talk abt ames rouge and metal because they're the only ones I've got in my brain atm. But rest assured if I had more brain cells I'd ramble abt Blaze too bc I also hc her as trans

Ames (She/Her, trans lesbian) - I think Amy presents p stealth! I think she knew she was trans from a young age and she's been presenting femininely since she was very very little. I made a post joking abt silly gender differences in sth (no back quills, small nose, etc) and I headcanon that those traits come from Amy being half-echidna so its like. ajdjsndnd gender win. The traits you were born with also coincide with hedgehog mobian gender binary??JFJSNFNN

I don't think Amy keeps her trans identity a complete secret, she loves being trans and she's proud of how she's tested fate and made her life her own, but I also think it does play a role in how she navigates her personal/romantic relationships (comphet to trans lesbian is what I was thinking of?)

Rouge: (She/Her, transfem lesbian also) - I talked abt Rouge and gave her a silly little backstory in that one post but I'll go over it again a little here: I think Rouge grew up pretty isolated in a small village with her family. She felt very trapped in the ideas that she felt like she had to follow the footsteps in. She felt like she was a side character in her own life because she's always had to ask for permission and think of the family's sleezy gem store/pawn shop before her own wants and needs. Landing that government job somehow was her ticket to finally spreading her wings and flying freeeee baby. She knew there was somth about herself and the way she dressed, talked and looked that didn't quite fit her, and although she didn't have a word for it, she assumed a new identity while working for G.U.N. and went like. full throttle on her transition. She didn't want anybody from her old village to recognize her. She's not listening to their complaints and desires anymore. She lives for herself, now. I think she has some trust issues relating to her past experiences which makes her hold onto Shadow and Omega so closely, and something about them also being queer brings them even closer to her. Can you tell Rouge has been rotating the fastest in my head

Metal - (It/She/They, sapphic demi-girl) -Metal is a fucking egg please saVE HERRRR. LISTEN OK. I don't have any evidence I don't got shit I just know we gotta get Metal outta there because she is an uncracked egg. Is eggman actively against the prospect of Metal having a differing gender identity? No. But Eggman is opposed to Metal having Opinions so. Metal has spent so long under the control of Eggman who they DO!! love, I believe. I think Metal Sonic and Sage are the only people that love Eggman and Eggman does nottt see Metal as his child as much as Metal does. And it makes me fucking bonks, dog. She thinks she's comfortable and fine where she is because that's all she knows. But she sees Amy and she yearns for something that she doesn't have the ability to describe...An emptiness that Metal doesn't know how to fill. Someone show this robot the joys of spinning for the first time in a flowy skirt PLEASEEE I think it'd do wonders for her. Go listen to bridget from guilty gear strives theme rn

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Black Reader - The Bodyguard Part 2/8

Yeah, this picture should be illegal.😮‍💨

Summary - Reader is a popstars in trouble and Ruben is her new bodyguard, here to protect and help her find out who wants to hurt her. But what happens when the relationship between Reader and Ruben simply gets too personal?

Enjoy!

Although in doubt at first, you eventually got used to having a bodyguard, someone following you around wherever you went. For the most part Ruben kept his distance, a silent flash in the corner of your eye. He didn't speak if not spoken to and he drove in a separate car than you and Taylor just to have a better eye on what was happening in the street. It all seemed like standard protocol for a bodyguard. However, you quickly found out what mite distinguish Ruben from others in his field.

One sunny afternoon, you found yourself longing for a fun-filled shopping spree with your close friends. Follwing a long week of rehearsal and studio sessions, not to mention the many interviews. You yearned for a taste of normalcy, away from the glaring spotlight and hordes of people wanting things from you. Determined to make your dream a reality, you shared your plans with your management team, a.k.a. your sister, oblivious to the storm it would soon unleash.

"What do you mean you need a break?"

"It's just one day off."

"A day off? Y/N do you know how much preparations we still have ahead of the drop of your new album, ahead of the tickets release of your world tour?"

"I do and that's why I need one day to reset. I just want to go downtown with Elvis and Keke. They say there's a huge sale on Birkin bags."

"God, why did you give me this job of taking care of someone who never listens?"

"Because he knows I need you." You smiled.

She sighed. "You've got two hours."

"Four."

"Three and you're taking Ruben with you."

"No way!"

"Yes way, especially if you're going out with those crazy friends of yours."

Ruben hadn't expected you to leave the apartment today and he definitely didn't expected you to barge into his room without knocking first.

"Oh, sorry." You said, lowering your gaze at the sight of a shirtless Ruben.

"Do you mind?"

"I'm sorry I..."

Ruben was just another shirtless man, nothing to be flushed about. However you had never seen that much outline of muscle on a human being before.

"I'm just letting you know that I'm going out." You said, speaking to him but looking at your feet.

"Alright, just give me a minute and I'll be right there."

"Right."

You slowly raised your head, a slight ache in your chest.

Ruben turned to look at you, furrowed brows. "Was that all?"

"Whatta hell is that?"

Ruben was wearing a type of undergarment. A piece of fabric that surley resembled a..."

"It's a bullet proof west."

"What for?" You frowned.

"Taking bullets."

He grabbed his t-shirt from the bed, buttoning it over his vest. It was barley visible underneath.

"I know your not wearing that for my sake." You scolded. "Don't expect anybody to shoot me up, especially not Mr Dickonataor 3000."

Somthing flickered across Ruben's face, another tinted expression, this time with a hint of a smile. He sealed the last button's to his shirt and stepped up to where you stood. "Always expected the unexpected Y/N."

His warm sent is what overwhelmed you,  but also the the sound of his voice when he whispered your name.

"I'll tell Taylor to bring the car around."

You nodded. "Okay."

It was obvious that when Ruben caught wind of your desire for a carefree shopping day with friends, alarm bells rang in his head. Ensuring your safety was his utmost priority, and the thought of you venturing into public without his watchful eye deeply unsettled him.

"Oh my god, did you hear about Tanya?" Elvis gasped. "She obviously OD'd last month but the press has us thinking she caught an illness."

Keke snorted. "I bet her management is paying TMZ to keep quiet."

"What do you think Y/N?"

Shopping with Elvis and Keke was fun, with them life seemed so easy and scandalous. They didn't make you feel like a hard working international popstars, but one of the girls, which you never got to feel like being homeschooled as young.

"I hope she's okay." You said. Tanya was a singer just like you. A bit older but with so much experience of being in the industry. She helped launch your career by introducing you to some very influential producers and to that you were forever greatful.

"Speaking of okay," Elvis said, looking back at the shadow that was Ruben, walking slowly behind the three of you. "How is this your life now?"

"Please don't remind me." You sighed. "My sister is just paranoid about the death threat I got last month,  you know the one where the man sent me a bloody knife with the DNA of a racoon."

"Yes, hahaha. That was hilarious!" Keke laughed. "How did he even get your address?"

"Welp, my sister didn't think it was funny and now I have my own personal bodyguard."

"He is fine as hell, no? Do you think he'll guard my body?"

"Stop it." You hit Elvis in the arm.

It wasn't annoying having Ruben around, it made you feel safe. However, having him around 24/7....

His unusual presence didn't go unnoticed. There were fans who gathered around, snapping pictures and screaming in excitement. Yet, instead of basking in the attention, you found yourself growing increasingly frustrated with each passing moment. With Ruben, determined to maintain his hyper-vigilance by directing your every move, skillfully weaving through the crowd and dismissing any potential danger like a hawk. His overprotectiveness grew more pronounced, calling unwanted attention to you and your friends, creating a spectacle wherever you went. Thus it didn't feel like you were getting a day off, but another day in your crazy life as a popstars.

"Man, let's just go to my place." Elvis sighed. "I have like four bottles of wine from the event my company had yesterday."

"Y/N, you coming?"

Watching your friends drift further away, you couldn't help but be overcome by a sense of longing for the same freedom they had. You longed to immerse yourself in the energy of the city, shop till you dropped, and savor the precious moments of normalcy of going home and enjoying a bottle of wine. However, Ruben's constant presence loomed over you like a shadow, smothering your zest for life.

Feeling suffocated, you approached him, voice laced with frustration and desperation. "Ruben, I appreciate your concern for my safety, but I need some space. I need to feel like a regular person sometimes, without the constant intrusion. Can't you trust my judgment? Trust that I can take care of myself, just this once?"

Ruben's expression softened as he realized the weight of his actions, that they might have taken a tool on you, especially when you we're still getting used to having him around.

"We're are you headed?" He asked, expression motionless.

"Just to my friends house, we're having dinner. I'll have Taylor pick me up after."

He nodded. "Okay."

"Okay, really?"

"Yes it's fine, just..."

Ruben stumbled backwards as you ambushed him with a hug. "I'll see you later." You smiled, leaving him visibly stunned by your actions.

If you knew Elvis you knew that a quiet night with the girls always turned into a full blown party. By the time the three of you had down the four bottles of wine, Elvis had called half the people on his contact list. E - list celebrities that were desperate to be seen in a picture with you.

"I loved your last album, so many great songs were on it."

"Thank you, which one was your favorite?"

"Oh, you know..."

"I do...?"

"Yeah, you know....perhaps that one featuring that rapper?"

"You mean my song Dirty Laundry ft. Lover Boi?"

"Yeah, that's the one!"

"Gee thanks." You said and rose to go to the bathroom.

Whoever said that their favorite song of yours was Dirty Laundry didn't really care about your music, only the hits that were featured in luxury commercials or backgrounds songs for Tik Tok trends. The songs that you actually put your heart and mind into never seemed to get the recognition they deserved.

"Y/N, you good?" Elvis asked, as you past him on your way to the bathroom.

You had a lot to drink, becoming more and more forgetful of yourself. There was flashing lights in your face, people taking pictures. Your sister wouldn't like that. She always told you that a good image is important to withstand and being publicly intoxicated was not withstanding that image.

"Let me help you with that baby."

You couldn't find the bathroom. And the fact that you were so drunk frightened you a little. You oriented your way out of Elvis apartment, taking the elevator down and stumbling onto the street. You were fumbling with your purse looking for your phone when a strange man popped up, asking if you needed his help.

"I'm okay, thank you."

"Hold up, aren't you Y/N?"

"Um...no."

"Yes you are. You're that girl in that video with Lover Boi."

"Please don't..."

"Eyo, Tito, look who it is!"

"Call your friends..." You sighed.

Soon a crowd of pedestrians had gathered around you taking pictures of you like a monument in the middle of the street.

"I'm sorry, I need to..." You fumbled with your purse, unable to locate your phone to call Taylor.

"Shit, it's TMZ!"

Soon the tiny little flashing phones turned into full blown flashing cameras and photographers, or paparazzi as you've learned to call them, shouting things at you.

"Y/N show me those legs!"

*snap*

"Having fun on your night out?"

*snap*

"How many drinks have you had to night sweetie,  you look a mess."

*snap.*

"You guys please."

You hoplessly tried to diverged the snapping  cameras from your face, hiding it behind your arm. But it was hopless, you couldn't get away. The paparazzi were circling you like a shark, snapping pictures, never having enough.

"Please I... don't feel so well."

You lost your balance, falling onto your knees. This resulted in the cameras snapping more violently and no one coming to your rescue, that is, until Ruben.

"Out of the way!"

He barge through the crowd out of nowhere, not caring about who he pushed aside. He got to you and brought you up on your feet. You were walking in the air, the way that he carried you through the crowd, with one hand around your waist, pinning you to his side.

"You're okay, I got you."

You got shuffled into a car, his car, tires  swirling on the side walk as he drove away.

Although you  were drowsy, you noticed how he kept turning his head to the backseat, checking on you.

"Where almost home, I'll get you home." He said, sounding genuinely concerned.

It was all a blurr from then, how you got to your apartment, how you even got into bed that night? All you recall was Ruben's strong arms around your waist, and him, repeating the words "I got you."

[akarxuu]

Catches all her expressions trying to read the emotions behind them. While Yona was being forward there was still more in her heart than just words. Wanted to just ruffle her hair to get out of this stupor. In the end, it was a serious matter.

“...” His king.. Puts the sake down to the ground. “Princess, that is rather untrue. Sometimes people can fear for those they care about. Turning that fear into words and actions that aren’t well thought out.” Slides himself a bit closer to the fire getting a better eye to eye view. “You have shown you are more than what people display.” If he could just touch her. Give a hug or a pat. Rub on the head. “Thank you for looking after the others and not going for revenge. Zeno knows that is power. Control. You have shown alot of maturing since Zeno joined. Don’t forget about that.”

Yona nodded her head softly. “I can't come to the terms of hating him even if he does to me, but ... I can’t forgive the new king for his actions, those he can not take back no matter what he does. " yona decded to take action before hugging him tight, just like Hiryuu would. the dragon soul that yearns in her subconious giving her the hint to do so.  “It’s not somthing my father would have wanted , as it is im diobeying his orders just to survive, ... I would be lying though if I said I didn’t have regrets.though.” She looked up at the sky.  “The truth is Zeno, At first all I could think about was I wanted soo-wan to feel the same pain I went rhough and then I started to the kingdom the harships people were going through.all this becouse two brother had grudges against one another, how is my actions any better than though who turned this land like this.,, it’s true im not behind a throne or crown but neither was hiyruu... and he built this world from ground up.” “I just hear everyone calling me a child and it makes me feel well trapped again, like I was in the kingdom.. does that sound weird?”

[middle-earth-mythopoeia]

Thoughts on Finrod and Amarië 

The Grey Annals says that Amarië was ‘not permitted’ to go into exile. This may be me projecting my own desires onto her, but I would hate to be stuck in Valinor while other people were having adventures in Beleriand! The fact that she was not permitted to leave is not explained, and I have so many questions. Who exactly did not permit her to go?! It can’t have been the Valar—Eönwë says, ‘No aid will the Valar lend you in this quest; but neither will they hinder you’—so I can only assume it was her family, or a higher authority among the Vanyar. Whoever it was, it really frustrates me that Amarië has to be cooped up in Valinor during the entire First Age while stuff is going on in Middle-earth! And that she was ‘not permitted’ to go kind of implies that she wanted to, but couldn’t. 

The thing that makes me sad about Finrod and Amarië’s relationship is that he goes away to Beleriand and has all these experiences without her. Of course, many of the things he went through—like crossing the Helcaraxë, fighting in the Dagor Bragollach, and dying a horrible death—are not things that anyone would want to experience. But Finrod also got to experience so many good things in Beleriand that Amarië didn’t get to see. He met so many people she would never meet. He encountered new cultures. He learned new languages. He built a kingdom. By the time they reunite, he’s been through so much—including death—that she will never understand. Not only do they have all this lost time, but there’s this gulf between them because of centuries spent leading different lives.

That isn’t to say that they can’t fall in love again—because I think they do. Because I don’t think that Finrod’s time in Beleriand, or in Mandos, changed him so much that he would have become unrecognizable to Amarië. Perhaps that’s something that she worried about, before they were reunited. But I think that when they were actually together again, she would have felt the same connection to him that she did before, which would be all the more poignant because they were separated for so long. I don’t think that the passage of time changes a person completely; I think it just makes their character more clear and defined—like white light refracted through a prism showing all its colors. I think that when Finrod and Amarië were reunited they both felt the distance between them—a distance born of the passage of time and the physical separation of the Sundering Seas—but underneath it, a feeling of familiarity and recognition. 

And so I think when Amarië saw Finrod after he came back to life, she fell in love with him all over again. And for Finrod, I think that seeing Amarië again was coming home. (The Quenya word for home, mar, may even be the etymology of her name.) I think there’s something so touching about their relationship, because they fell in love for the first time before Finrod went into exile, before the Darkening of Valinor, before all the tragedy happened; and then we have the fact from the Grey Annals, again, that after Finrod comes back to life, he ‘dwells now in Valinor with Amarië.’ They got their happy ending—after all that time, after all the different things they had been through, they fell in love again. But the sadness! The yearning! They missed each other for centuries. 

And they had so much catching up to do. I think it would be hard for Finrod that he can’t share the joys of his life in Beleriand with her. He can tell her stories, but it’s not the same. I can’t help but think, as happy and relieved as Finrod would be to be home, a part of him would miss Beleriand and the friends that he made there. And there’s just something so bittersweet about the fact that, when he was in Beleriand, Finrod was missing his father and mother, and his home, and Amarië, but in Valinor he’s missing Beleriand and all the people he met there, some of whom have departed from the world forever.

I was thinking about all of this, and I realized somthing... If Amarië didn’t get to leave Valinor and experience the outside world, and Finrod didn’t get to share his experiences of the outside world with her, and even in Valinor Finrod misses the Edain... then there’s a way to fix this. They have to go to Númenor! Together! It says in the Akallabêth that Elves sailed from Tol Eressëa to Númenor sometimes: ‘...this distant land was not indeed the Blessed Realm of Valinor, but was Avallónë, the haven of the Eldar upon Eressëa, easternmost of the Undying Lands. And thence at times the Firstborn still would come sailing to Númenor in oarless boats, as white birds flying from the sunset.’ What if Finrod and Amarië were among them?

This is the best possible outcome! Think about it. Finrod has so much curiosity about other cultures, and this fundamental desire to learn and explore. It’s simply unjust to shut him away in Valinor, unable to interact with Men and Dwarves. But if he can go to Númenor, he would get to see the Edain again! And the Dwarves, if they’re visiting the island! And the Númenoreans are descended from Beren; for Finrod to get to see one part of Beren and Lúthien’s legacy—do you know how much that would mean to him?! 

And Amarië, who was ‘not permitted’ to go into exile, has been stuck in Valinor this whole time! No offense to Valinor—it’s a beautiful place, but what if you weren’t allowed to leave? I want her to visit Númenor so she can see the world like she’s been wanting to. Let Finrod’s stories of Beleriand feel real because Amarië can actually meet the Edain. Let Finrod and Amarië get to know each other again while visiting a new place together!

I think going to Númenor would allow the two of them to become closer than ever, because Amarië would come to love the Edain like Finrod does, and she would come to understand, really understand, why he gave his life for Beren. And Finrod would finally get to feel like he could share part of his life in Beleriand with Amarië. I just want so badly for Finrod to get to see Men again, and for Amarië to get the amazing experience of encountering different cultures and languages and places so different from what she’s used to. And it’s a wonderful experience that they can actually have together, after centuries apart. 

[blackjewles]

Love and midnight walks

Just a drabble of the thoughts of Kaminari ans Shinsou while they share a special moment.

Cw: no warnings apply

summary: Shinsou and Kaminari meet up late at night by chance, during a wordless walk they both consistently think about how much they like eachother. Kaminari wants to confess but can’t bring himself too, but, he confessed that he cares about him. And somehow, Shinsou too confesses that he cares. And for now, that’s better than anything they’ve ever experienced with eachother before .

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7:21, about an hour after the sun retired is position for the night, instead, being replaced with the moon. It was a clear night, the starry light lit up the paths just enough for any night wanders who dare leave their dorm for fresh air. The risk of being caught sneaking out at UA was expediential. Nobody dared challenged the rules, not even Katsuki Bakugou, who to some was known for living at his own pace.

However, two opposite boys found the night comforting, and dared challenge the ruthless punishments that would await them if caught.

Those two boys where Shinsou Hitoshi and Denki Kaminari. They where total opposites, mot only in aesthetics departments, but personality wise too.

However, as the age old saying goes, opposites attract.

After relentless determination from Kaminari, he managed to break down the purple headed boys wall of intorvertness and wedge himself into Shinsou’s life. Admittedly, Shinsou was scared at first, his whole life people had never liked him. Sure, he’d had his fair share of “friends” but most of those where just classmates who didn’t hate him for his quirk. But for the first time in his life, Shinsou had a real friend. And to his demise, he’d discovered that his feelings extended a lot more than just friendly ones. Which was the most terrifying but wonderful experience in the world. Being a stoic being with all these sudden nervous feelings was overwhelming, but in a way, exciting.

Kaminari had many friends, he was an outgoing and friendly guy. Everyone found company in his jokes. Each day he walked in and brightened the classroom with his laughs and smiles. Though Kaminari was nice to almost everyone, he found special interest in Shinsou. He’d stare for just a little bit longer, he’d think about his small and deep giggles late at night, and he’d imagine what it be like to date him. Kaminari knew what was happening to him, he knew quite well. He’d had many crushes before, and he knew now that he had fallen into a hole of uncontrollable emotions that yearned for the lilac headed boy. He was screwed, but he let it happen, deep down he believed each crush he had was fate. Weather it turned into somthing or not, he let these teenage feelings happen.

And so, two similarities they shared. They where both screwed, and in love.

But they shared another similarity: Insomnia.

Kaminari is quite literally a ball of energy, and with so much electricity building up inside him all the time, a full nights sleep was a rare thing.

Shinsou on the other hand had insomnia since he was in middle school, and so, a full nights sleep was also rare.

So what happenes when you combine two insomniac boys in love?

Way. Too. Many. Feelings.

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Rhythmic tapping of their own footsteps was all that was heard from both boys point of views. Neither bothered with music, the sounds of the night was comforting to both of them. Plus, if you’re not aware of your surroundings while on a late night walk, you can get in big trouble. Not only with teachers, but with villans too.

Shinsou liked to stare at his feet, while Kaminari stared into the sky. But they both kept listening to every sound around them. The owls, the wind, and most importantly, anyone else’s footsteps. So when Shinsou picked up on footsteps that wernt his own, he stopped directly in his tracks and immediately looked up.

Adrenaline pumped through his veins, getting caught outside at night is a death wish. But luckily, the figure that emerged form the darkness was not a teacher, but rather a boy. One that Shinsou thought about way too much.

“Shinsou?” The blond said gently. Shinsou had heard Kaminari call his name many times before, but this was different. He was calm, almost like the blurriness of a dream was coating his voice.

“Kaminari?” Shinsou called back. Kaminari took in a very slow breath, slowly tapping out of a meditative state he had been in. The nights always dark, but the moon lit up Shinsous face just enough to show his bewildered expression that was somehow, extremely beautiful. The blond made sure to ingrave this image of Shinsou in the moonlight into his mind. He didn’t wanna ever let it go.

“What are you doing out here?” Shinsou then asked, approaching Kaminari.

“I could ask you the same” Kaminari replied with a grin. Both boys let out small laughs.

Shinsou pondered his next move carefully, walking with someone could get him caught easier, but, it could also provide more protection. And, admittedly, he wanted to be with Kaminari.

“Do you... wanna walk with me?” Shinsou then asked Kaminari. Kaminari looked up, and smiled softly.

“Yeah, I would.” He replied. Kaminari then turned around and signaled Shinsou to follow.

Both boys where nervous, and for reasons beyond their adolescent understanding. But they both knew that being alone with eachother made them exponentially nervous.

Walking down the path little words where exchanged, their breathing and footsteps where the only sounds heard. Shinsou had never seen this side of Kaminari before, he was calm and a different type of beautiful.

Kaminari was only barley visible through Shinsous perifrial, but because his hair being up so high, looking over at him periodically wasn’t all that hard.

He studied every feature of the blond hard. Taking notes of every single detail. The way his cheekbones where illuminated by the dim light, his yellow eyes watching the sky with such concentration, the way his lips where placed on his face with such godly persision. Shinsou wanted to look at him forever, his heart thumped consideredly harder while being alone with him. The feeling was almost like the electricity the boy beside him held was flowing through him even though they weren’t touching. He was utterly entranced, experiencing a kind of romantic admiration that provided no real thoughts. No words came to mind, it was a hazey fog of whispers that yearned for the boy beside him. Shinsou did know one thing though, in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to kiss the boy beside him.

Kaminari, on the other hand, was trying extremely hard NOT to stare. His mind raced with thoughts he couldn’t control, so he focused on the stars that dotted the sky instead. But alas, the thoughts wouldn’t stop. It was a battle with his mind to not think about how much he’d like to take Shinsous hand and confess right there right now. But not making expressions mirroring his thoughts was even harder. There was a tornado of anxiety flowing through him, swiviling inside his chest. He took a deep breath, and looked to his left. Then, he locked eyes with Shinsou.

Shinsou looked away quickly, desperately fighting off any flustered expression that was clawing at his nerves and trying to show itself.

Kaminari on the other hand was hit with a rather sudden thought.

He was looking at me

Kaminari just about ran off then and there. Being alone with Shinsou and suddenly locking eyes like that was, well, very exciting. So exciting he could run laps. Kaminari knew he was overthinking things, but he let himself feel foolish for a while. He locked eyes with the stars again and mentally told them how he felt, and how he needed guidance for what to do in this precarious situation. He had to do something, say something. He begged the sky to tell him.

“Confess” He thought. He’d been thinking that way to much tonight. But He couldn’t, he’d ruin everything he’d built up with Shinsou, telling him he was in love with him would surely scare him away! But he wanted to tell him. So bad. He wanted to finally tell him how he felt and stop this crush. He thought of his feelings like a flame with opposite mechanics. Usually, when you put a flame under pressure it’ll go out. But with love, when you put the flame under pressure (aka bottle it up) it only wants to escape more. Right now, that flame of Kaminaris was enlarging, and dangerously close to escaping.

Shinsou on the other hand was drowning in a goey pit of embarrassment. Overthinking every moment with Kaminari was a habit at his, and he *knew* that this would come back and haunt him late at night. He felt foolish to have let Kaminari catch him staring, he was making it obvious wasn’t he? Shinsou wanted to run away from this entire situation. If it was up to him, he would’ve ran off the minute he saw anyone late at night. But of course, Shinsou just had to ask Kaminari to walk with him. He was starting to regret this decision.

“Hey Shinsou...” Kaminari suddenly said. Shinsou looked back up at him, mentally preparing for Kaminari to call him out for staring.

However, what followed was much more unexpected.

“Do you... Like anyone? Like have a crush on them?” Kaminari asked. Shinsou inhaled quickly, and looked away. Shit, what was he supposed to say?

Kaminaris heart raced way to fast. Part of him wanted Shinsou to say “nobody” or name sombody, that way he wouldn’t have to worry anymore. Sure, it would hurt, but this pining was beginning to get to much. Sure, hed be estatic if Shinsou said his name, or said he liked him, but he knew it wouldn’t happen. Shinsou was out of his league, it was impossible for him to like him back. Right?

“I... I dont know.” Shinsou replied. Stupid, you can do better than that! Shinsou thought.

Kaminari simply said “Oh.” and looked back forward. It wasn’t any of the answers he wanted, this way he couldn’t decifer if Shinsou liked anyone.

They kept walking silently, feeling the burden of their words weighing on their shoulders. Burdens they self created.

After torturous minutes of silence, the 1-A dorm finally came into view.

“I should probably go to bed now... huh...” Kaminari said, but he knew somthing was bothering him. He didn’t want to leave, not yet, he need something more.

“Goodnight.” Shinsou said solemnly, looking down at his shoes. Their walk had ended, and frankly, Shinsou didn’t think there was anything else to say. They’d see eachother tommorow and Kaminari would be back to his happy go lucky self and they wouldn’t have to be alone anymore.

Kaminari on the other hand, wasn’t done yet. He didn’t want to confess, not yet, but he could say somthing.

“Shinsou.”

Shinsou looked up and Kaminari smiled brightly at him.

“I want you to know that I...” Kaminari took ina. deep breath. “I care about you, so take care of yourself alright? You get some sleep too, you always look better when you show your body some love.”

“Insomnia doesn’t exactly let me do that, you know.” Shinsou replied. It was miraculous that he could even speak in that moment, Kaminari had just admitted to caring about him. Of all people, Denki Kaminari cared about him.

“I know, but try for me, okay?” Kaminari said softly, his smile falling into one much softer and his eyes sparkling with admiration and compassion.

Shinsou just about melted right then and there. Somehow though, he smiled back.

“I care about you too, Kaminari”

And with that, both boys said goodnight and went back to their dorms. Shinsou had to walk back to the class 1-C dorm, but they shared one thing for the rest of the night. They thought about what had just been said with stupid grins and rosey cheeks for as long as they could.

Caring isn’t the same as love or like, they both knew that, but neither could help but freak out and replay it over and over.

They where just two idiot insomniacs in love, and no matter how terrifying the feelings where, it was the most rewarding thing to finally hear the other say that they cared.

—- end

(YAY!! This took like a week because of procrastination,,, and i used a lot of conjunctions to start sentences... If that bothers you, i am sorry. but ANYWAYS, i REALLY hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i loved writing it. THANK YOU FOR READING!!)

[heleneplays]

it's friday! here are three songs for the weekend. a folk song: curses by the crane wives. a bop: twenty something (i prefer the stripped sessions version, but it's up to you!) by nightly. a gay cover of a straight song: sarah by car astor.

okay my other shitpost aside regarding tumblr eating my previous draft in response I AM v happy to see u here AGAIN <3 and I have to say these are TOP NOTCH SONGS and i'm in love but HOW COME THEY'RE SO UNDERRATED these are BOPS with ICONIC VOCALS AND AESTHETICS 😤😤😤

reviews down below with official audio/video + fan edit lyric vids like usual!

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Song 1: Curses by The Crane Wives

my thoughts: HELLO i am SO in love??? the mchecking vocals are TOP notch and the vibes of the song,,,,, they're telling me of a story of an emotionally repressed character deeply pining for someone to safely bare her soul to... wishing for support and asking if they would walk away or-- AND I'M GOING FERAL FOR IT HhHhHHhHhH

this first rec is a masterpiece but im looking at u bestie,,, are u ok???

also ugh its a 100/10 & I'M LOOKING RESPECTFULLY and trying to branch out but my mind says song has BIG María vibes once again >:(

i keep doing this to myself im so sorry but GOD i can just imagine some shit like the art i did based on one (1) spoiler except they're (M &H) are finally expressing everything, full stop >:00

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Song 2: Twenty Something by Nightly

My thoughts: UGH you are SO right, he stripped version is WAAAAAAY hella better! I listened to both before I weny ahead to go list down my thoughts here but UGH the pining. THE PINING TOOK FOR A SADDER TURN!!!! go back >:0!!!!

ok but for real tho i'm also 20 somth and i feel this piece is calling me out a little even if i never had an actual gf to have that kind of relationship irl to leave like that BUT UGH

And if you decided // That you don't wanna stay // I won't try and stop you

AND

But know that I still hate it // Every time you say // "Will you forget about me?"

this haunts me more than should be allowed 😔🔪 bestie u make me pine so much how could u do thisssss

UGH its a solid 8/10 to me but its good! i like it but i also am threat :v

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Song 3: Sarah by Car Astor

my thoughts: OwO guitar & soft vibes!!! but also HELLO gay cover, that's super neat to find!!! all songs need them, me thinks, for equality <3

Okay moving on, the VIBES. oh my fuckin god. The VIBES. bestie. Mam/Sir/Mx, i'm going to have u bonk u on the head. i REALLY have to bonk u with my pool noodle but dont worry it's soft :)

solid 10/10 i'm loving one (1) cover and once again i'm yearning hard. also UGH her voice is so pretty, i'm listening to i'm scared to the day i finally meet her and AAAAAAA bOI

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Final thoughts: Okay overall. i guess i'm just going to fill my calendar as "busy" with "pining hard & thinking abt women" as cause.

also i'm going to cry, the first song lives in my heart rent free now and ideas... are manifesting >:0 i didnt know i still had braincells for that! i thought i fried them all answering the 80 item quiz sprung to me today but apparently, honk

once again thank u for the recs, top notch pics like always! & i hope u don't mind but i'm also gonna give u this one in return that i also feel fits with this theme u gave me >:)

pine w/ me now and have a good weekend urself <333

[siriusthinker]

In The Dead Of Night Somthing Inside Of Me Yearns For You. As If All The Energy That Is The Epitome Of Me Is Drawn To Something I Can Neither See, Touch, Smell Or Even Understand. The Mind, The Conscience And Feelings Are Phenomena’s Too Conplex For Even The Greatest Minds. Yet, We Must Live With Them. Making Everyone A Holder Of Things That Took The Universe An Innumerable Amount Of Time To Forage. What A Beautiful & Agonizing Burden To Bare...

[jokerownsmysoul]

1/2 Even if in Arthur's diary there is a picture of 2 kids in water I think it's more probable that it represents his dream, not memory. Going to California with Alex, who most likely wasn't his friend, but a person he just wished to be his friend (because it seems that he has never had any kind of connection with anyone). I think he can't even swim.

2/2 We know that he has never left Gotham and I doubt that Penny cared to bring him to a shore (there aren't beaches on Gotham's map, just docks) or a swimming pool. A sea/ocean means freedom for him, space to breath. Gotham is all about heavy walls surrounding and pushing him. I wish I could teach him how to swim, he'd be so cute and exited to be in open water for the first time. Imagine him with wide opened eyes, wearing inflatable ring or armbands 😂

3/2 Oh, how graceful he'd be when he learns to swim 😩 I want to see him dancing in/under water 😩

Omg I’m sorry it took so long to respond! Btw, I couldn’t agree more! I think that it is not a memory but a dream too. We know that Arthur reads newspapers and magazines. I imagine him reading a magazine, seeing this photo, cutting it out and pasting it in his journal, as he did with the photo of those women, because that photo pulled at his heartstring somehow. I think it’s an idyllic image for him, the representation of a different life, of a distant world. Basically a photo that represents his desires and the happiness he anspire to and for this reason he wanted to keep it in his journal. I imagine Arthur looking at that photo to find comfort in the most difficult moments or when he had a bad day, and it pained me, I mean it’s very human and I find it fascinating. Also I can relate so much because cutting a photo and putting it in our diary it’s something that all of us have done in our life, some people more than other, and I definitely did it a lot lmao, it’s one of those things which makes us emphatize with him.

And I agree, I think he never had a friend. Actually, I think he was bullied a lot during school and kids didn’t want to talk with him. Poor man. 😞 For a child with his condition school could never be so simple, and I think this affected him a lot. Maybe he tried to make some friends but things didn’t go as he wanted to. I can’t imagine a boy with such a hard life without having even a single friend. I think Alex was the rappresentation of a person who wanted to be friend with as you said, but I think also that Alex doesn’t have to be a real person necessarily. We know he’s romantic at heart and he believes in soul mates (I mean ”his one and only person” is another term of soul mate in my opinion) so maybe Alex was the symbol of a friendship that he wanted in his life but didn’t have, but the fact of thinking about this person, hoping that somewhere there was an Alex with whom to be friends, helped him in difficult times, just like he thought about his one and only person.

I’m convinced that he’s never seen the beach, and water in general, for the same reasons you said! And I definitely don’t think he can swim and this is so cute omg. I think California is so idealized by him because he has never seen the beach and it seems to him a world so, so far away from the evil of Gotham, from its polluted air and its rough inhabitants. It’s like a kind of paradise on earth he longed for, and surely the fact that he’s never seen the sea/beach has influenced him to love California so much.

And omgggg your message made me daydream and yearn as hell let me tell you 😂😂😂 he’d be so cute with inflatable ring or armbands omgg and I can imagine his eyes sparkling and his smile beaming when he sees the beach for the first time. The copper reflections on his chocolate hair highlighted by the sun, his emerald green eyes shine like gemstones and his pale skin under the sun would seem to be made of diamonds. Omg seems that I’m talking about Edward Cullen 😂😂 btw, I’m imagining him swimming under the water like a mermaids. Also, Arthur in a swimsuit? OMG IN A SPEEDO? I’m already in love omg he’d be the most beautiful man at the beach, istg. And can you imagine how handsome he’d be while swimming? His biceps flexing, his pelvis undulating and the locks of his hair dancing in the water like “hairy” waves. And his skin smelling of saltiness, his salty lips flavored with sea and his naked, dripping torso covered with droplets that are falling on his soft skin all the way down to the rim of his soaked costume which protects his nakedness. I think he’d learn how to swim very quickly, both because he would be too excited to be able to swim and get lost in the sea, and because he really knows how to move his body, and for him swimming somehow wouldn’t be so different from dancing. I mean, I think he’d try to “simulate” the dance steps he does when he dance under the water. It would be otherworldy to see him swim and see the muscles of his sculptural body move under his skin omgg this message is making me yearn too much. 😂😂 Not to mention how happy he’d be. I can’t imagine somthing more beautiful than his smile once he starts swimming for the first time, or once he sees the beach, or feel the sand under his feet, omg I wish I could give him all of this, it’d be the world to him.😭

Edit: your ask made me think a lot about it and I just remembered that in his journal he wrote "My Alex day", not just "alex day", like he does by writing "my one and only person", as if Alex Day was an expression to indicated something specific, just the symbol of a person he's meant to be with, and not the name of a real person. Or maybe "alex day" is it the idealized day he would leave Gotham and find some peace, serenity and happiness elsewhere? Because after writing "Alex day," he lists all the things that make the beach and California beautiful. Idk, the only thing I know for sure is that his journal is one of the most interesting things in the whole movie 😭😭😭

[rebelssvy]

all i want for christmas is you.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ bkdk!!!!!

bakugo x izuku

LABELS: no smut. just YEARNING. christmas time, they go out with everyone and leave together, confessed feelings

maybe it was the way that katsuki never really looked away from him. the way how he developed into someone that would do anything to have him by his side.

maybe it was the way izuku was always trying to get him to look away. the way he developed into someone that had his own passions now.

it was christmas. far long after the war. the cold air blushed everyone’s cheeks, jolly for the holidays.

class 1 A often meeting up when they could, found themselves at a bar. bakugou never drank really. but tonight he couldn’t help himself. not going off the rails drunk, but taking whatever jirou gave him. he cut himself off when he thought to himself- maybe…tonight i could.

a long while ago bakugo just wanted izuku. not in the sex way, but rather in a yearning way. wanting to go to the store with him, train with him. he just wanted him around. confused he never really thought too far into it. he buried those thoughts deep into his mind. locking them away.

izuku always admired kachaan. everyone knew that. even in highschool when they would argue in the dorms, they always found each other making up in tiny ways.

somthing changed in izuku those days he ran away, becoming a vigilante. somthing most people don’t know. izuku often questioned it too. but when he came back, he was different.

he no longer seeked refuge in others. choosing to be alone most nights, and not wanting really anyone’s company.

izuku was about to make his way out. quoting he needed to “grade papers.”

bakugo followed him out. they walked in silence for awhile, the holiday lights surrounding them. the street was filled with people, some mumering “is that dynamite?”

but it was really just them. that’s all the two could think about.

“izuku..” bakugo started. deku looked up at him fast. expecting his next words. clueless.

“do you… ever get lonely?” he asked. izuku was confused.

“um…” izuku question himself for a second. cheeks blushed from the cold. he replied,

“yes. i do” honestly. yes he liked being alone, but yes he was lonely.

they kept walking in silence for a little while longer.

“you know…” bakugo started, thinking that if it failed he could blame what he was about to say on the alcohol.

“we could always.. be lonely.. together” he said quietly. afraid izuku himself would hear what he said.

deku was confused. where was this coming from? this was so random.

“what do you mean kachaan?” deku questioned stopping dead in his tracks.

bakugo turned to him, facing him. he was so nervous he didn’t even know it was possible his heart was beating this fast.

they didn’t say anything for a moment. they just stared, focusing in on eachother.

izuku gathered all the confidence he could.

“i would like to be lonely with you.”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

-this is me comforting myself from the manga leaks lol

[polarisavi]

Hi! big, HUGE fan of your band au! could you write something from it? like, anything at all or you can totally ignore this message too. no problemo

hey anon! I’m not sure when i’ll make a full on sequel, but please have this scene that will be part of any sequel and has been clear in my head since writing somehow escape. it takes place before lucas’ european tour when they’re both in france. i’m not sure what you expected, but after all the pining of the last one I wanted to write them cozy and together, so i hope you like it. and sorry this took a few days! i wanted to finish up something else before writing it. 

eliott is taller than him, but not that much broader, so some of lucas’ shirts slide over his shoulders easily and sit inconspicuous on his frame. it takes a few minutes to even notice the shirt, honestly. lucas’ hair is still wet from the shower, stray water drops tickling his neck, muscles pleasantly buzzed from a morning run, and the familiar burgundy shirt is rendered largely irrelevant relative to eliott. eliott, awake but still in bed where lucas left him earlier, rolling out of bed with the small knowing thrill that, unlike other times, leaving eliott in bed is only temporary, that he will be able to roll right back into him when he returns, will not be separated by obligations that force the thread between them elastic. eliott, sleep soft and probably still warm, staring out the window and undoubtedly a thousand miles away. eliott, who, regardless of where his thoughts have taken him, has a guitar on his lap and is coaxing something beautiful out of it. 

eliott demaury, lead guitarist of award winning indie pop band intricate teacups, film student, raccoon enthusiast, and lover of virginia woolf, abstract art and lucas lallemant. 

it still feels like a trick, sometimes, like he’s stumbled into something fantastic and fun and finite, just waiting for someone to tap his shoulder and drag him away. sorry sir there’s been a mistake, this was never meant for you. except eliott has noticed him now, eyebrows flicked up in a question (most likely about why lucas is standing in the doorway, still and silent, instead of crawling into bed, or making them coffee) and an easy smile on his lips. the song morphs suddenly, between one chord and the next, into a familiar comfortable arrangement, one he used to listen to non stop. it’s a reminder, yes, an inside joke between them no one else is allowed to be let in on, but also a prompt for lucas to do something, to get into arms reach, to talk or move. lucas takes the invitation for what it is, and sings a few words quietly as he crosses the room. 

“well, i’ll run, babe, but i’ll come running, straight to you.“ 

it has the desired effect, and by the time lucas crawls over the bunched up sheets eliott is giggling, eyes gilded in delight, and the guitar categorised as secondary, shoved to the side and scooping lucas in his arms instead to take its place. lucas’ knees land on either side of his thighs and eliott’s hand lands, as it always does when they’re in this position, on the tattoo on his thigh, only a couple months old. mari had done it herself, in the end, rolling her eyes but acquiescing when he’d asked. it’d been a few years since she had worked as a tattoo artist professionally, officially, but her talent hadn’t faded an ounce, smiling and serious as she took a needle to his skin. bunches of tangled flowers, vivid petals and unexpected thorns and curled up leaves, peer through the spaces between eliott’s fingers. lucas’ arms loop around his neck, and he nudges their noses together, gently leans forward to place his forehead on eliott’s, his skin humming and breathing easy.

unbidden it reminds him of that death cab song imane adores about distance and yearning. her boyfriend, sofiane, of soft eyes and endless support and spectacular dance moves, who lucas has yet to meet, has spent the previous few years out of the country frequently, obligations in morocco that imane isn’t always able to join him in due to her own job. it’s hardly the exact same situation, but lucas understands why she listens to it a lot; he is always surprised, though perhaps he shouldn’t be, that they have so much in common. the lyrics, particularly applicable when they were apart, are somehow still relevant. most of the time any great space between them feels villainous; his skin, craving eliott’s, their hands tangled, ankles crossed, shoulders pressed close, anything. 

i need you so much closer. 

eliott leans back so they can see each other properly. “where did you go this morning? sleeping with the aircon only works if you’re there to keep me warm,” he adds with a teasing pout, thunderstorm eyes glinting in the light streaming through the window. 

lucas mirrors his pout but runs a hand across his head, fingers scratching lightly. in response eliott leans forward, head almost on lucas’ shoulder. “poor baby. i went for a run. and i was thinking we should go to the ocean today, if you want?" 

eliott huffs out a laugh, a flutter of warm air on his shoulder. "i want. i thought we were having lunch with mari, though?" 

"we still are. i was thinking later on, around sunset, maybe. i know a place, it’ll be chill. quiet.” 

"quiet as in not crowded?" 

"yeah. or, it usually isn’t.”

“perfect,” he says, the corner of his lips tilted up in the way that means he’s planning something, a secret tucked into his cheek.

speaking of, “what were you playing? i don’t think i’ve heard it before.”

“it’s new. i, uh, accidentally overhead an argument yesterday and got inspired,” he answers, sheepish but not ashamed, amusement twitching his lips. 

“lovers quarrel?”

“no, i think it they were friends. i’m mostly sure the argument was officially about gardening techniques but it sounded very…personal.”

lucas considers this. “broccoli as a metaphor?

they’re so close he can feel eliott’s chest bounce as he laughs, the sound vibrating right into his own body. “exactly, broccoli as a metaphor, and maybe snowpeas too.”

they just smile at each other for a small stretch of seconds, before somthing occurs to him. “have you eaten yet? had any coffee?” eliott shakes his head, so lucas kisses his cheek. "i’ll bring you something.”

“lucas, you don’t have to.”

“i know. i want to. and i’m hungry too, so it’s not entirely selfless. be right back." 

in the kitchen he makes a bee line to the fridge, already knowing exactly what he wants. sitting on the second shelf is a bowl of lychees, almost overflowing, gifted to him by arthur, who in turn had been given way more than any one person could ever need as payment for a piece of jewellery he’d given them. it had been a beautiful ring, the band composed of three braided strands textured like tree branches, and made out of recycled black metal. it was definitely worth the boxes of fruit and jars of honey and jam he had received in return, even if a lot of the produce had to be passed forward before it could rot. that night, a considerable portion of his payment was used for making various daiquiris and desserts, the close circle of friends he’d managed to maintain despite his restlessness cluttered into arthur’s kitchen, overly spoiling his dog with treats and attention, yelling over the video games and spanish music someone, probably mahdi or esra, had put on, the remnants of rum and cherry crumble and pavlova on every available surface. 

it’d happened a few nights before eliott arrived. he should try and organise something like it again, before he leaves. he can picture it vividly, suddenly, wisps of how eliott would fit into their group drifting across his mind like they’ve already happened. it makes his heart go terribly soft, thinking about how easily eliott fits into his life. how gently they’d bumped into each other, and how natural it felt falling into the possibility of them. if he was someone else, lucas might think the word fate, or destiny. as it is, he thinks about entropy and serendipity, the sea of chaos that put them in the same room, the deliberate choice of everything that came after. 

he returns to his room with a tray laden with a pot of coffee, two mugs, a bowl of lychees, and the portable speaker that he’d left in the living room. he places it on the bed but snatches the speaker and moves it to the desk in the corner. eliott doesn’t like any of the properly hard music lucas has in his library, so he opts for pantera, quiet enough for them to speak at normal volumes. if and when eliott gets sick of it, he will not be shy about telling lucas. until then, he sets his favourite album on repeat and focuses his attention where it should be. 

eliott has already dragged the tray close and broken open a lychee, juice glistening on his fingers. his house is high up and the view outside his window beautiful, early enough that the sky is partially bruised yellow and pink, the sunrise not yet flattened out. when he settles close to eliott, their knees bumping together, he is handed a mug of coffee.

"i like being in your city, with you here to show me all of its secrets. it’s nice seeing you so settled. comfortable.” ‘as opposed to in america’ is left unsaid. 

“you’ll have to do the same when i visit you in paris. tiny, overlooked secrets or bust, baby.” aka show me the places that are imbued with meaning and memories for you, too.

“i already have an itinerary,” eliott says solemnly. coming from anyone else lucas would presume it a joke, but with eliott he might be serious, a carefully crafted list of places they could enjoy together sitting innocently in his phone, or a notebook, a collection of neon post it notes. 

he pivots, shoulder perpendicular to the wall, to face him properly. “we’ll need to figure out when i can visit you. the semester starts in about a month, right? and then it’ll only be a handful of weeks before i have to go back to the states for rehearsal and then directly to dublin.”

eliott smooths a hand over lucas’ shoulder, down his arm, and it does settle him some, but not all, nervousness fluttering in his gut. “i know we do,” he says, low and faintly plaintive. “is it awful that i want to be selfish and, just, not think about that yet? it’s so much nicer only focusing on this day,” a kiss on lucas’ forehead, “this hour,” a kiss on the bridge of his nose, “this minute,” a kiss on his cheek, “here with you.”

he opens his mouth to say - something, but eliott holds a lychee to his lips and he bites into that instead, cold and lush. delicious and gives him time to think of a proper response.

“i think that we should talk about it soon, before you have to leave, but…yeah, okay, we can be selfish. i’d like that.”

he is reminded, once again, of entropy and choice. nothing is ordained, or destined, and any future days between them not promised by the universe. recognising his active participation feels almost startling, his mind wide awake. eliott steals his phone to turn off the music and pick up his guitar, hand big on the neck, crafting something jaunty and stumbling, fingers occasionally tripping over decisions. 

lucas breaks open another lychee.

[radreactions]

The Marvel React

Inspired by Mantis in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, thought up and written by none other than @saintlyguy!

Mama Murphy has a vision about the Sole Survivor and reveals a deep secret about how they feel for a companion.

Mama Murphy: “I see… You’re with somebody; somebody close. They don’t know how you feel… You feel… love!”

Sole: “Yeah, I guess I feel a general unselfish love-“

Mama Murphy: “No, romantic… sexual love… FOR THEM.”

Sole screams internally as Mama Murphy points at their crush.

Ada: She couldn’t believe it. Even though she was metal and Sole was a human, they loved her not for what she was, but who she was. Ada may not know much about love, but at least now she will never be alone- ERROR! DID MAMA MURPHY SAY SEXUAL?

Cait: The most predatory yet desiring grin crept onto her freckled and scarred face, as Cait discovered that Sole is looking for a bed mate. But her internal thoughts were perplexed by Sole thinking gushy things about the two of them together. Cait was never one for settling down, let alone singing and reciting poems. But if it were Sole, maybe she could give it a shot. “So… you’ve been thinking doing the nasty with me?”

Codsworth: Flattered that his master would consider a Mr.Handy as a suitable partner for life, Codsworth doesn’t feel worthy; he doesn’t feel he could fill Nate/Nora’s shoes as Sole partner. Although it was nice to think about, except the part about the… ew… sexual thoughts. “Mum/sir… how in the world would we even… would it be me… or you… If it were you, then where would you even… *ahem* insert. Hopefully you wouldn’t even think about my thruster?”

Curie: Many emotions began spurring within her head, Curie needed to snap back into reality somehow. She started approaching Sole ever so subtlely so she could tell them that she felt the same way. “Sole… don’t be ashamed. I… I love you too… We can be together now right?” Candle lit dinners, non-stop reassurance, cuddling, kissing… kissing on Sole’s bed… kissing on the floor… kissing…naked…” It appears Sole isn’t the only one with sexual thoughts.

Danse: “Bruh” pretty sums up how the Paladin nearly fainted upon hearing Mama Murphy’s vision. Usually he wouldn’t listen to anything that isn’t based off tangible facts. But this involved him and Sole. Also most of Murphy’s visions have come true. Maybe this time he’ll take a chance. A chance on Sole and on love. “Well soldier. Are you ready for new orders?” “Danse! SHIT! I mean-What’s my mission?” “Me.”

Deacon: Upon hearing Murphy yell “For him!” and pointing him out, baldy knew the timing was perfect to make a move. That is if Sole didn’t run off embarassed. “Guess we gotta do plan B.” Sole was drowning in liquor at The Third Rail in hopes of drowning their embarassment. “Shouldn’t have left Deacon like that… Better go own up.” Just before they ordered one last drink, Sole heard a familiar voice that isn’t Magnolia come from the speakers. “You’re just too good to be true. Can’t take my eyes off you…”

Dogmeat: Everyone’s good boi always sensed something between his best friend and the red lady. Like how sometimes they’d spend so much time together, their scents began to mix. So when the old lady who smelled like an ashtray pointed out the red lady to his bestie, something in Dogmeat told him to help their friend. Dogmeat began nudging Sole towards Piper/Cait who stood as if she was waiting for Sole to do something. Once they were face to face, Sole finally confessed months of yearning to their lady in red. This instigated confession ended with the start of something beautiful. Sole had gotten the girl, and it was all thanks to the best wingman in the Commonwealth.

Gage: “There’s no way the boss could have feelings for a piece of shit like me. Maybe some sexual tension, but romance?” Sole always came through, always. To the point where he could open up to them. Maybe that’s what spurred it. Or maybe they think he’s weak and is thinking about offing him. “So Gage. Could I interest you in a ride through the Tunnel of Love back at the park?” Screw it. “So long as we skip the line.”

Hancock: The mayor of Goodneighbor stood with his hands on his hips and a grin on his face. Sole wanting him made Hancock feel like a king. Sure other people have been with him, but he was just a body to them; something a little different from the average wastelander. With Sole, there’s so much more. Maybe he’s found his Schuyler to his Hamilton. Only this time, Sole will be the only one satisfied and will never feel helpless.

Longfellow: “So all those times you called me gramps, that was you flirting?” Sole nodded their head, looking anywhere but at the silver fox. Sure he’s older by like 15 years, but he’s aged to perfection. Sole then felt rugged hands tilt their head up to meet the hunter’s eyes. “Why call me gramps, when you can call me… Daddy?”

MacCready: Mac became a shade of red never thought possible to reach. Sole loved him? Maybe not love. Do they just want sex? “Then again, Murphy isn’t one to bullsh- I mean, joke with serious stuff?” Mac began pondering whether he should give Sole a chance. They took a chance when hiring him, going after Barnes and Winlock, and looking for Duncan’s cure. “Maybe you’re my love.”

Maxson: “Why did I even leave the Prydwyn?” Aurthur got dragged to the ground by his own soldier, Sole. They insisted on Maxson taking a break, but listening to an old woman high beyond all measure ramble. It was all ramble until she revealed how his best soldier felt about him. The fact that they had kept it secret shows how much they’ve thought about him. This isn’t just lust. Handing Sole a key he whispered in their ear: “There will be a curfew tonight at 2200 hours sharp. ALL troops are to be in their quarters by then.”

Nick: If the gumshoe could faint, he would. Instead he got the blue screen of death when he found out Sole had feelings for him. When Nick blacked out, he had a hell of a trip: reliving old memories of Jenny. After what Sole had helped him avenge her death, maybe it was time to move on and return the favor. When Nick rebooted, the first person he saw was none other than Sole. “Nick! What was the last thing you remember?” “Oh nothing. Just somthing about… romantic thoughts.” Sole had hoped he wouldn’t remember. “Also some… sexual thoughts.“

Piper: One minute Ms.Wright was chugging down a Nuka Cherry, the next she was spitting all out in a frenzy after hearing Mama Murphy tell her that her best friend, Sole had a crush on her. Well this is awkward. Piper needed to say something, hell this was about the two of them. “Blue. I appreciate the thought, but…” Sole stood stained with cherry flavored Nuka Cola, with an almost broken face upon hearing “but.” Piper needed a smooth recovery, quick. “BUT I DON’T WANT TO RUSH THINGS! I MEAN I LOVE YOU TOO! I WAS JUST SHOCKED THAT YOU FELT THE SAME. Although I didn’t think you thought about ME like… sexually. BUT THAT’S BESIDE THE POINT; WANNA GO ON A DATE? I KNOW THE BEST PLACE TO WATCH THE STARS FROM DIAMOND CITY! WE’LL GET NOODLES TOO!” Nailed it.

Preston: Oh boy. “Sole… I like you too.” Wait. What? Who would have thought that Sole’s right hand man would fall for them? Would it be when he would try to hype up the Minutemen with “HERE COMES THE GENERAL!” or when he would give them his coat whenever they got cold? But it was clear the feeling was mutual; the two embraced, silently pledging themselves to each other. While they were hugging it out, Preston realized that Mama Murphy had given up drugs thanks to Sole and that there were none in sight on her person. He then looked at her with a raised eyebrow only to receive a solid thumbs up from the Commonwealth’s best wingwoman.

Strong: “For them!” “AHA HA HA! SHE JUST REVEALED YOUR DEEPEST DARKEST SECRET! HA HA! YOU MUST BE SO EMBARASSED! DO ME! DO STRONG NEXT!”

X6-88: Very little made the edgelord smile, even halfsmile. But finding out that Sole has feelings for him… False. This was coming from the mouth of an old junkie, there’s no science backing it. X6 dismissed this, assuring Sole that this has done nothing to ruin his image of them. Although the thought of giving it to Sole, made X6’s nether regions engorge.

[hainesbeans]

collage!

i am a MASSIVE fan of the medium of collage. the art of just cutting and sticking to create new compositions is so fun and interesting to me, as it shows where a creative mind can take one simple visiual to create a new interesting layered one. 

i’ve been a big fan of the collage artist demii whiffin for some time now. she uses found imagery within collage, along with shiny stickers and oodles of brightly coloured paper, to express what she’s feeling and it’s utterly relatable. 

after reading the brief, the first thing i wanted to do was just create something. so, whilst sitting in the library, i noticed an ominous stack of discarded magazines. the neon yellow sign read ‘free to a good home’, and made the stick glow like it had a halo around it, so i grabbbed a handful and started ripping. 

here is what i produced! and despite how random they seem (and i admit that i do just like sticking things together just to look nice or funny) they do have some meaning. 

i think the two main images for this piece came from a travel magazine, and the colour samples and vegetable crockery from an interiors magazine. now that i’ve had a good think about the brief, i definitely think that i would like to focus the concept of home and my own personal narrative of it. i’ve suffered a lot with depressive thoughts, and something i strain for a lot is change. a lot of people preach that if you change your life, you’ll change as a person, and i think that’s somthing i yearn to do. the idea of moving and finding a new ‘home’ seems idyllic but also incredibly difficult and lonely, so this is what this is all about. i particularly like the contrasting images, both of calm, pretty places but each so different to the other. and i feel a bit like a fragile vegetable sometimes beacse of low mood and such, so that’s where the leafy ceramics come in. 

these two images i think also came from an interiors magazine, and scream ideas of a quintessential britain, the country and culture i’ve grown up surrounded by.  often the idea of tea and bscuits can seem comforting, but when you’re not in the best health, mental or physical, they can be nauseating, and i think this idea implies itself to any situation, especially social ones for me sometimes. home seems like the only safe place to go back to sometimes, a castle, armed against invaders. 

i really like how these collages turned out, they were quick to make, and were really great to just get down my initial ideas down in a fun silly way, and i think i might make these again in the future when i’m struggling to think up some good flat ideas. visual thinking all the way!!!

[nocturnallyanxious]

I Hope That it Hurt

I Hope that it hurt.

I hope that it rained

And poured down on your day.

I hope that when I told you

That we would never see each other again

You felt anxiety, filling your body

Stabbing.

I hope that through the day

You felt moments

When your feet were unsteady

I hope that through the day

There were stretches of silence

When you wondered

What you would do now

When you needed someone

To steady you.

And although rain soothes me

And the booming sound of thunder,

quiets the thoughts of my mind

I hope that the rain made you ache

And the thunder shook you

Making you lose your steady footing.

I hope that everyone asked you

What was wrong.

And you searched for a lie to tell.

I hope that every time

You feel as though you will crumble

You do.

And you lose all sense of yourself.

Because I was the one who listened

To the pain of a monster,

Who many loved

But no one knew.

And I know

You know

That we were wrong

But you were wrong first.

I know that you are tired

At the end of the day

And I hope that before you sleep

For just one moment

You think about how unsure you are

About your life.

Because I was the one who listened

To your tales of self-pity.

And I hope that you know

That now,

You have no safety net

And I hope that unnerves you.

And I hope that when you hurt

And ache

And cry

And you have no one to turn to

And you fear the judgment of those around you

You lay awake in torment,

Instead of in my gentle arms.

I hope that every time you yearn for a soothing voice,

You are met with silence.

And I hope that silence constricts around you

Like the snakes that make you

Shake in fear.

And I know

That you have so many others

And you will seek another

To fill time I might have spent

With you.

But I also know

That I know a part of you

That you are too afraid

To allow another into

Because you didn’t fear me

So you let down nearly

Every wall you built

Because you thought me powerless.

And I know

That I allowed you to express

Each anxiety you had

And be met

With a sense

Of renewed righteousness.

And I know that you knew

That you could say anything

And I would listen

Unmoving.

I know that we were wrong.

I know that you knew

Long before I did.

That we would never be

And that is why you didn’t

Allow us to ever be more

Than nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing that was Somthing.

But I wish you this:

Each time you you feel restless,

And your eyes dart back and forth

You feel even more uneasy

And you don’t know why.

Because you once could find comfort

In the fact

That i would sit with you

Until your breath evened out

And now that is gone.

I wish you this:

Each time you doubt yourself,

And your feet shift uneasily

Your doubt doubles

And you don’t know why.

Because you once spoke each thought

Aloud to me

And I stayed, unwavering

Until you were reassured

And now that is gone.

I hope that each time

You are filled with the threat

of anxiety

or guilt

or shame

You are deprived of comfort.

I hope that each time

You are engulfed

in disappointment

or inadequacy

or helplessness

You become lost in your mind.

I know that you will forget me.

But I also know

You will have moments

As all of us do

Where you will need comfort

And I hope that nothing

Will ease your agitation

And although you will not miss me

I hope that in my absence

Every once in a while

It hurts.

[catboyrightsdefender]

[...] Then Iopas,

long-haired bard, strikes up his golden lyre

resounding through the halls. Giant Atlas

had been his teacher once, and now he sings

the wandering moon and laboring sun eclipsed,

the roots of the human race and the wild beasts,

the source of storms and the lightning bolts on high,

Arcturus, the rainy Hyades and the Great and Little Bears,

and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the sea

and what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl ...

(Vergil, Aeneid, I, 740-746, trans. Robert Fagles)

illustration inspired by one of my favourite parts of the aeneid