#Kaysay

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Your fontcest art is AMAZING! Do you happen to have a collection of it stored somewhere you'd be able to share? I found your old account and have been hopeful ever since.

Thank you so much!!❤️ We are currently in the process of reposting all of our stuff over a new twitter account+update tumblr's links. Here's the new account in the meantime, thank you for your interest! >> bonetroubles1 <<

[roxiearth]

Omg omg omg I hate human I cannot how are people so fucking dumb O M G!!!! I just wanna rip my head off so that I don’t have to deal with humans anymore URGHHH

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[mrslackles]

Getting ready to read a @say-hello-to-my-little-feels review like 

[kaysayshey]

off paper || e. kirishima

This is a work inspired by a struggle that a lot of those suffering with mental illness experience, particularly those with depression and bipolar disorder; however, it can be applied to a lot of mood-altering medications that cause sexual dysfunction. While medication is a life changing and stabilizing aspect of many lives, it doesn't come without its cons. I think Kirishima would be incredibly understanding in this situation. Please keep in mind that bipolar disorder presents in many ways. There is no one-size-fits-all in mental health treatment or in its subsequent treatment. I wanted to write a bit about the side effects of SSRI medications.

Songs that I listened to while writing include:

Serendipity by BTS' Jimin

Bumper Cars by Alex and Sierra

That Kind of Love by MAX

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, NSFW (no smut, however this work contains sexual topics), mention of prescription drugs, bipolar disorder, minors DNI.

On paper, Kirishima Eijirou was perfect. An impressive sidekick working underneath Fatgum, his cheery disposition more than capable of reassuring even the most terrified of civilians. A hard-hitting, defensive quirk paired with determination unlike anything you'd ever seen. Easy-going enough to work with the difficult heroes - and by difficult, everyone meant Dynamight. Intelligent, reliable, and just the right amount of competitive.

Off paper, he was even better. Hell, the moment he'd asked you out, you'd almost done a double-take. Was he sure? Kirishima could date, well, anyone. However, you'd blurted out 'yes' before your brain had time to catch up, even more surprised at the gorgeous pink that graced the tips of his ears.

And the date went wonderfully. Were you expecting anything different? He was a magnet, and you were willing to be the refrigerator he stuck to - at least, for as long as he wanted. How he managed to remember what flavor of milk tea and boba you preferred, following it up with a quick delivery while working twelves at the agency, was beyond you. Good morning texts wishing you an easy day of your own hero work, good night texts hoping that your dreams were "sweeter than you." The moment a bouquet of roses was sent to your office, you had to admit it.

You were embarrassingly attracted to Kirishima Eijirou.

Not that he minded, no. If anything, he returned the feeling tenfold. After the first date came a string of others before finally labeling it as a relationship. Movie nights, walks through the park, chaste kisses interspersed by giggles as you both laughed at whatever came to mind. The quick meetings between your lips turned into full-on sessions that left your knees weak. Being with Kirishima was easy in a way that nothing else had been.

But let's face it. Working as a full-time hero with bipolar disorder made life, well, tough. A pharmaceutical cocktail and therapy helped, turning what was the disaster of your life into a manageable mess. Episodes were few and far between, the prickling anxiety was quelled by coping techniques and medication when necessary. The days spent in a daze of your own "self-medicating" were long gone, thank whatever higher power was out there. No, life was on the upswing for you in pretty much every aspect of the phrase.

Except for your sex life.

And no, that wasn't to say that Kirishima was doing anything wrong. To be quite honest, he was doing every just right. Kissing the places you loved most, calloused hands lingering deliciously over your skin. A voice like honey whispering in your ear, beautiful moans of how gorgeous you were, how he absolutely adored you. Saying that it left you with weak, knocking knees was an understatement. He was an emotional hurricane, sending butterflies through your stomach as he showered you with praise and carefully placed lips.

Other than a complete lack of climaxing, it was amazing.

You knew this was a possibility once you had started taking medications. A loss of libido was one thing, but being unable to finish was starting to wear on you. Before you could stop yourself, you were doing the unthinkable: faking orgasms.

After all, who wants to spend close to an hour between someone's thighs just to be met with frustrated sighs and potentially awkward conversations? No, Kirishima didn't need to spend so much time on your pleasure, not when there was a high probability that you wouldn't finish at all. As long as the moans weren't straight out of a low-budget porno overly exaggerated, you figured you'd get away with it.

Getting away with it turned out to be the least of your issues. The struggle was real. Outside of the sweetest lovemaking with Kirishima, you desperately tried every trick in the book to reach an orgasm on your own. Something. Anything. You were beginning to feel pent-up, needy. The money spent on toys was starting to reach an uncomfortably high number. Time was wasted and followed up by flopping onto the bed in frustration. No amount of lube, porn, or fantasy was helping. Once you hit the hour mark, you basically gave up.

And you were now pacing the hallways of your apartment, irrational tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. Why did it matter? Orgasming was not the end all, be all of life. But the memory of before the medications, the euphoric bliss that would force your back from the mattress, that memory reared its head more often than you cared to admit. God damn it, you just wanted to feel the shudders, the rush of pleasure surging through your body, insatiable heat quenched. And you wanted to stop lying to him. The tears rimming your lash line made their arrival known, long tracks staining your cheeks.

This is, of course, when Kirishima decides to knock on your door. After all, you had planned to have a comfortable night in, a delightful line up of rom-coms at your disposal. Movies that you now wanted to throw out the nearest window. Why, why did you have to try again? He deserved so much more than a broken partner, a partner who would never be able to match him. Someone who could crash at the slightest struggle, who broke when their insecurities were brought to life.

Another set of knocks. Time to face the music.

As you gently opened the door, the drop in Kirishima's face was visible as he took in your state. Where a bright grin had been settled now featured lips drawn into a tight, worried line. After all, you did everything in your power to keep him in the dark in regards to your mental illness. Not necessarily your smartest move, in retrospect. Hindsight, you know?

The moment the door clicked behind him, Kirishima was gathering you in his arms, a large hand gently stroking the back of your head. A kiss to your temple, his forehead pressing against your hairline. Deep breaths weren't helping you at this point. Because regardless of how frustrated you were, Kirishima was safety, the warmth of his embrace a haven for you to let out the sobs that were wracking through your body.

And as the tears fell, darkening his gray tee shirt, Kirishima ran his hands up and down your back, the comforting heat of his body providing temporary relief. After moments of crying, you pressed your head against his chest, eyes glued to the linoleum floor beneath you.

A thick finger and thumb tenderly met your chin, slowly lifting your face to meet his eyes. Those usually warm red irises were dark with worry, the pad of his thumb running circles over and over against your skin. Another reminder of just how good he was. No man had ever made you feel as desired or important as Kirishima.

"Baby, what happened?" he murmured, still caressing your face so gingerly that it brought the threat of more tears.

"It's nothing, nothing important," came your quick response, avoiding any lingering eye contact. It wasn't that important. Sexual gratification came second to emotional connection, and you had that firmly in your grasp with Eijirou. Why would you risk losing someone like that?

His eyebrow narrowed at your words, and he kept your face cradled in his hands. "Please tell me, baby. I want to help."

God, that expression of pure concern. Like you were everything to him, like your hurt was his hurt. It was in that moment you knew: you couldn't keep lying to him. Whether it meant he'd leave for someone else, someone perfectly, indescribably normal; that didn't matter. If anyone deserved a picture-perfect romance, it was Kirishima.

Eijirou, I-" Your voice broke from the nerves, unable to hold his unflinching gaze. How could someone be so earnest? He nodded, those same reassuring circles urging you to speak.

"I think you deserve someone better."

He looked like you'd honest to goodness slapped him. So many emotions flashed over his usually cheerful face that it scared you. Oh, god, this wasn't what you wanted to do, but how could you not? No one wanted someone like you. Once he knew, he'd leave. Better to push him away first and just let it end now before-

"What are you talking about? Baby. I don't want anyone else. I want you." His words came out stammered, tripping over his tongue and falling into the otherwise quiet apartment. Kirishima shook his head slowly, searching your face for some form of reassurance that this wasn't what you wanted. That you didn't want him.

"I don't know why. I just, I'm too much. You'll end up getting frustrated with me and I just, I just can't take that kind of heartbreak."

"Too much? You're never too much, what are you talking about?"

The words fell before you could stop them, faster than should be discernible to the human ear. But if there was anything Eijirou was, it was attentive.

"My medicine is driving me crazy, and I know without it I'll go over the edge again. But I want to feel normal, Eiji. I can't handle feeling like I'm not normal." And it was true. Sex was so innately human, and knowing that there was a chance that you'd never be able to gain that ultimate satisfaction was driving you mad. Was this just an overreaction from a brain exhausted from constantly fighting itself, or was this a logical, albeit emotionally charged, reaction?

"Your medicine?"

There it was. What you wanted to avoid mentioning. Sure, it wasn't fair to keep it from him. But let's be honest, you'd been expecting this to end after the first few months. And now? Now you were shaking in his arms, knowing this confession would be the end of the dreamy love you'd been experiencing.

"My medicine for uh... for my, um. I have bipolar disorder. It's why I can't work on Thursdays, too. I have to go to therapy. I know I should've told you from the beginning but I just, you know, I really, really like you, and I don't-"

One finger met your lips followed by soothing shushes from his own. As if the world's weight had been lifted from his capable shoulders, Kirishima let out a heaving sigh of relief. The arm around your waist pulled you closer, his large hand splaying comfortably against your back.

"I'm not going anywhere. I just want you to be okay. What can I do for you?"

And that left you tearfully admitting it all. Longing for the physicality that would bring you closer together, the bliss of coming undone at your partner's hands. Disgust when you listened to your friends' bragging of delicious, gratifying one-night stands. Aching heat desperate to be relieved by your man only to be left at the edge, the warmth still tingling through your body. How you felt caught halfway between "normal" and "crazy" even with the drugs. And Kirishima nodded, hanging on every word.

"I'm glad you told me," he began, slowly trailing his fingertips up and down your back. "If I had known, I would've worked ten times harder. Will you let me make you feel good, honey? Please?"

How did those few sentences send you into another fit of tears? Clutching the lightweight fabric of his shirt and apologizing for the damp stains, you nuzzled against his chest in embarrassment. But he continued his motions, adept fingers working at your tense muscles.

That night, he gave you everything you wanted and more, eager to please you in a way he never had. Eyes focused, sweet nothings spilling from his lips, tender hands and featherlight kisses. Teasing and romance and dedication over hours, something you'd never experienced before.

On paper, Kirishima was perfect. Off paper, he was even more. And he fulfilled his promise to you, "I love you" slipping from his lips when you finally reached your euphoria.

"I love you too, Eijirou."

"I'll always love you more."

[shedrackanderson]

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[ghaisgeach]

Send 🎰 for me to put our muses into a random list generator then post the first five as potential ships! | Accepting

Cullen / Mirra : Oh this could be interesting. Totally need to plot something for them mostly being centered in different genres. But from what you’ve told me of Mirra before I can see them at least being great friends. They can relate to one another with the amount of fighting they’ve done and what they’ve seen. Comrade in arms basically.

Alex / Kaysey : This could be so much fun! Alex needs more gal pals. Especially gal pals who experience unusual things too. Even if she deals with more magical things than ghosts. But she would totally be interested in learning about Kaysay’s ability. Ever since she’s been thrown into this supernatural life, Alex has been trying to learn about it to the point where she somewhat annoys Shida with it. So to talk to someone else about one aspect of it would be great.

Naofumi / Mercy : Well this would certainly be something. I don’t know how you would want to go about this. But Naofumi doesn’t have a great outlook on mercy but learns to both accept and show it over some time of being the Shield Hero. 

Periwinkle / Kiran : This could be cute. Peri loves learning about things outside Fairy Hollow and meeting a dragon would be an amazing experience. I don’t know how they would meet but I’d be down for making something work for them. Also tiny fairy meeting a big dragon and becoming friends just seems like an adorable idea to me. 

Ethan / Izayah : I can see this being another great friendship. Ethan is used to being around dragons thanks to Hiro and Shida. Trouble is also something he’s gotten used to thanks to the dragon twins. So having someone else cause it with him around wouldn’t be any different. Music is also an interest of his as he plays the piano and violin. 

[kronggu]

alphabet tag

recently tagged by lovely @kaifection so thank you pal ;;-)

(a)ge: 18! (lmaoo am i too fetusy gahhhh)

(b)irthplace: aaaaustralia!

(c)urrent time: 10:29pm!

(d)rink you had last: wattterrr

(e)asiest person to talk to: ma sister!

(f)avorite song: pOWEr is so good ohmygod but i love every exo song tbh like goddam el dorado, hurt, history, machine, lucky one- it’s endless.

(g)rossest memory: honestly the thought of year seven or before that gets me everytime lmao

(h)ogwarts house: I dont really know tbh, but apparently im hufflepuff

(i)n love: hahaha single as a pringle

(j)ealous of people: mmm ya? kindof?;; i try not to tho since i shouldn’t ahh

(k)illed someone:  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) no

(l)ove at first sight: appearances are nice, but learning one's personality is certainly better!

(m)iddle name: Lily!

(n)umber of siblings: 3 siblings

(o)ne wish: To live happily ;’)

(p)lace you want to live: Not sure on this one. I might want to travel around when I’m older.

®easons to smile: many reasons! (coOUHGHSss EXOOoOOO)

(s)ong you sang last: i’m guilty of singing “me, myself and i” by YOSE SOUND and zach aka the song from the levi x kai campaign LMAO

(t)ime you woke up: 9am! im pretty proud of myself haha

(u)nderwear color: always black ehheh

(v)acation destination: I would like to visit hawaii, canada or somewhere in europe since i’ve never been there!

(w)orst habit: overthinking euhhghgh

(x)rays: got a broken ankle before so yaaaa;;

(y)our favorite food: bread tbh lmao i love it

(z)odiac: sagittarius hehhuh

tagging: @kyungception, @imgonnasooyou, @kaysai, @studikai and @kimdomic on this one (if u want to do it no pressure)!

have a lovely day ma homies

[bonetrouble]

💗A sneak peek of my contribution for @livelaughbone 's fontcest calendar zine 2024!!! Everyone did such an amazing job and I'm so excited we can finally announce the opening of the pre-orders!!!

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[studylustre]

Surprise! Your bias asked you out on a date! The only thing is, he wants you to match 8 of your mutuals with the rest of exo for a group date. @ the mutuals you're choosing for each member (not your bias) and explain why you chose them.

well it’s about damn time sehun took me up on my offer of letting him step on me!!!!!!! anyways here we go,, i don’t have many studyblr mutuals that are into exo so i can’t do all 8 but i tried my best!!!

@chanyeolstudies // chanyeolok i’m not just pairing iman together with her chanyeol just bc of her url!!! she’s genuinely so funny and meme-y and i rly think her and chanyeol would hit it off?? they’d be That annoying couple that constantly pranks everyone/each other and are always snuggling together and laughing about some random inside joke n everyone else just looks on with a mixture of disgust and envy

@kaysai // jongdae (@tatostudies on instagram)priya is literally the biggest ksoo-l i know so im sorry for betraying her like this but i rly think she would be such a good match with jongdae?? they’re both so funny, loud and smiley and the fact that they’re both lowkey petty and always ready to fight is a great bonus tbh i’d let them both kick my ass any time

@etudier // suhothey both make and love puns??? a match made in heaven?? also bc suho and kitty both exude this kind of like.... calming, sensible aura?? but underneath that they’re both dorks n i love them

@studyrose // bbhuHHHH cheyenne and bbh are honestly both sunshine personified/loud introverted angels?? they would get on so well tbh - they’re both incredibly witty and supportive + uplifting to their loved ones and they bOTH HAVE INCREDIBLE VOCALS. imagine them dueting together. 10/10 would nut

[roxiearth]

"Vo kaysay loug thay Jin ko Acha bhalla mun aur salva miltay tha aur vo kehtay thay hum khud mehnat kerein gay?"

[anas-techgenius-blog]

Sunehra Pegham

Jab Tu Payda Hua Kitna Majbor Tha, Ye Jahan Teri Socho Say B Dor Tha. Hath Paon B Tab Tayray Apnay Na Thay, Teri Ankho May Duniya K Sapnay Na Thay. Tujh Ko Ata Sirf Rona He Tha, Doodh Pe K Kam Tera Sona He Tha. Tujh Ko Chalna Sikhaya Tha Maa Nay Teri, Tujh Ko Dil May Basaya Tha Maa Nay Teri. Maa K Sayay May Parwan Charhnay Laga, Waqt K Sath Qad Tera Barhnay Laga. Ahista Aahista Tu Kariyal Jawaan Ho Gaya, Tujh Pay Sara Jahan Mehrban Ho Gaya. Zor Bazu Pay Tu Bat Karnay Laga, Khud He Sajnay sawarnay Laga Ek Din Ik Hasena Tujhay Bha Gayi, Ban K Dulhan Wo Tayray Ghar Aa Gaye. Farz say Apnay Tu Dor Honay Laga, Beej Nafrat Ka Khud He Tu Bonay Laga. Phir Tu Maa Bap Ko B Bholnay Laga, Teer Bato k phir Tu Chalnay Laga. Bat Bay Bat Un Say Tu Larnay Laga, Qayda Ik Naya Tu Phir Parhnay Laga. Yad Kar Tujh Say Maa Nay Kaha Ik Din, ab Hamara Guzara Nahi Tayray Bin. Sun K Ye Bat Tu Taysh May Agaya, Tera Ghussa Teri Aqal Ko Kha Gaya. Josh May tu Nay Ye Maa Say Kaha, Mayn Tha Khamosh Sab Dekhta He Raha. Aj Kehta Hu Pechha Mera Chor Do, Jo Hay Rishta Mera Tum Say Wo Tor Do. Jao Ja K Kahi Kam Dhanda Karo, Log Martay Hayn Tum B Kahi Ja Maro. Baytth Kar Ahay Bhartay Thay Wo Rat Bhar, Unke Aho Ka Tujh Par Hua Na Asar. Ek Din Bap Tera Chala Rooth Kar, Kesay Bikhri Thi Phir Teri Maa Toot Kar. Phir Wo Bay Bas Anchal Ko Bhulati Rahi, Zindagi Usko Har Roz Satati Rahi. Ek Din Mot Ko B Taras Agaya, Uska Rona B Taqder Ko Bha Gaya. Ashk Ankho May Thay Wo Rawana Huee, Mot Ke Ek Hichki Bahana Hui. Ik Sukon Uskay Chehray Pay Chhanay Laga, Phir Tu Mayyat Ko Uske Sajanay Laga. Mudatayn Ho Gae Aj Budha Hay Tu, Teray Bachay B Ab Tujh Say dartay Nahi, Mohabbat Wo Kartay Nahi. Dard May Tu Pukaray O Meri MAA, Teray Dam Say Roshan Thay Dono Jahan. Waqt Chalta Rahay Waqt Rukta Nahi, Toot Jata Hay Wo Jo K Jhukta Nahi. Ban K Ibrat Ka Tu Ab Nishan Reh Gaya, bhonday Zor Tera Kaha Reh Gaya. Tu Ehkam-e-Rabi Bhulata Raha. Apnay Maa Bap Ko Tu Satata Raha. Kaat Lay Tu Wohi Tu Nay Boya Tha Jo, Tujh Ko Kaysay Milay Tu Nay Khoya Tha Jo. Yad Kar K Guzra Dor Tu Ronay Laga, Kal Jo Tu Nay Kia Aj Honay Laga. Mot Mangay Tujhay Mot Ati Nahi, Tu Jo Khansay To Aulad Dantay Tujhay, Mot Aaygi Tujh Ko Magar Waqt Par, Ban He Jaay gi Qabar Teri Waqt Par. Qadar MAA BAP Ke Agar Koi Jan Lay, Apni Janat Ko Dunya May Pechan Lay. Or Layta Rahay Wo Barho Ke Dua, Us K Dono Jahan Ka Hami KHUDA. Yad Rakhna Tum Meri Is Bat Ko, Bhol Na Jana REHMAT Ke Barsat Ko.

[afastemsevacas]

 “La pobreza es un fenómeno político que se expresa y manifiesta como un fenómeno  económico.  La  pobreza  evidencia  la  forma  por  la  cual  la burguesía administra  políticamente  la  escasez. La  pobreza  es  un fenómeno creado artificialmente  por  el  orden  burgués  existente. La humanidad dispone actualmente de todos los instrumentos, las tecnologías e incluso las instituciones para resolver el problema de la pobreza. Pero esa resolución pasa por disputar a la burguesía el control de la escasez y por cambiar los parámetros que califican la pobreza. Si se considera a la pobreza como un fenómeno económico, como lo hace el Banco  Mundial  y  la  cooperación  al  desarrollo,  solamente  se  perpetuarán las condiciones  históricas  que  la  hacen  posible  y  se  consolidará  el  poder de  la burguesía,  sobre  todo  de  la  burguesía  financiera  transnacional.  Por ello  es fundamental abandonar y disputar esa noción de sentido que quiere hacer de la pobreza un fenómeno estrictamente económico, en especial el baremo del Banco Mundial del dólar diario. La noción del Sumak Kawsay pone a la pobreza en coordenadas diferentes a las  económicas:  las  sitúa  en  un  contexto  político,  en  donde  la  pobreza económica  es  la  expresión  del  control  político  de  la  escasez.  Desde  el Sumak Kawsay la pobreza se resuelve cambiando las coordenadas sociales y económicas de  la  sociedad.  No  se  puede  resolver  desde  la  lógica  del homo  economicus (hombre económico), porque a medida que  se incrementa el ingreso económico se incrementa su deseo de consumir sin consideraciones con la naturaleza, con la ética  y  con  la  sociedad.  No  se  trata,  por  tanto,  de resolver  la  pobreza  con  los mismos  instrumentos  del  capitalismo  sino  con lógicas  diferentes  y  que  sean respetuosas hacia la propia sociedad y su entorno natural.”

(Pablo Davalos, “Sumak Kaysay”)

[mrslackles]

Seeing it’s a @say-hello-to-my-little-feels review

Seeing it’s long

Realising I’m at work and first need to do one or two things before I can read

It got into your dreams

Confusing it with Your Mouth (which is how I refer to it, btw)

Fangirling about Matt

I’m so glad I’m not the only one who appreciates him! He makes me happy and I too giggled imagining him facing off against Klaus. 

“Klaus being dumb af” 

I diiiiid actually, at one point, intend to end the chapter on a bad point/cliffhanger but then I thought everyone probably hates me enough at this point lol. 

Can’t wait for your Your Mouth reviews (I’ve been working on the next chap) and I’m so glad you liked it YAYYYY

That last bit got me all teary. Thank youuuuu, love you tons, Kaysay 5ever!

xx

[bonetrouble]

AAAAAAA ty guys for all the comments you send these days, we read them all! You are the sweetest, thank you for caring about us!! ;//u//; We have officially opened this blog! >>> https://twitter.com/BonetroubleS1 <<<<< It may take some time to put stuff there, but stay tuned *wink* >We will still post things here- cropped- hoping they won’t delete the account...otherwise, you know where to find us ;3