#Squishy’s book of poems
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squishykitty825 · 4 months ago
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Solitude
I thought it was better
I thought things were finally taking a turn for the better
I thought things were at last starting to look up
But I was wrong
I was so wrong
This episode just never seems to end
This constant loop of never ending spiraling continues,
Growing and growing even as it eats its own tail
Everything was fine
Until it wasn’t
Until the constant presence of comfort was taken
Until that peaceful feeling of balancing between the highs and the lows was ripped from my grasp
And after a while it got better
But I guess it was just the calm before the storm
Nothing happened to dramatically change the tide
Unless you see the signs
Unless you saw the withdrawal of the tide for what it truly was
Retreat into yourself
Run away from the things you can’t control
Become what you fear the most
Because the bolter never sticks around long enough to face her problems
So she becomes her greatest fear;
Alone
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sugawhaaa · 2 months ago
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SEONGHWA HEADCANONS
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Christmas with Seonghwa would feel like...
Warnings//genre:: fluff, I think that's it...
Pairing:: seonghwa x fem!reader
A/N:: sorry this is really short 😭 I might add to it here and there and you guys can comment your ideas too!! I just find with this christmas series is that I repeat myself a lot, like I feel like a lot of these idols would have similar ideal Christmases
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♡-Seonghwa is a cozy Christmas lover. To him, Christmas is all about the homey decorations, presents under the tree, and cuddling with some hot cocoa and Christmas blankets. It's all about the experience of Christmas.
♡-hwa loves to dance with you around the tree or on the sidewalk in the street. He likes taking you to Christmas markets, festivals, and parades, just really basking in the festivities with you.
♡-decorating the Christmas tree on December 1st with festive music and warm lights throughout the house. He loves to make popcorn, hot chocolate and est candy canes during the decorating.
♡-the decorations are all strategically placed to give the best view for the eyes.
♡-Christmas crafts and baking with him 🥺 he would specifically love it if you got him a Christmas Lego set and he would build it with you every year to put on display.
♡-he'd do a lot of cheesy romance things like write your names together in the snow with a heart around it.
♡-he loves it when you use him like a human furnace. Cuddles during the winter is the specialist thing to him, like the two of you are the only warmth needed for survive the winter.
♡-I think Seonghwa would lowkey spoil you with gifts but not expect much in return, he's pretty chill with what he has and though it is the thought that really counts, he has so much money that he has everything he wants.
♡-some gifts he would think of for you is of course things around your general interests like shows you like, books you read and so on. He'd get you an album that you've been wanting or the newest one they've made if you don't have it. Also he'd make you open it in front of him praying that you pull his pcs. Hwa would gift you a lot of cute things too, something like a taba squishy or that type of "kawaii" products. Of course skin care>>> no makeup though, unless you specify exactly what you want. And since he's a sappy baby he'd write you a letter or poem to fully express himself. He would read it out, his hands trembling softly but the sincerity in his eyes shows his hidden trust.
♡-ginger bread house is a must. Though he'd love a Lego one something is so special about making a gingerbread house together. He'd get one of those classic kits to make with you.
♡-matching ugly Christmas sweaters...that's it.
♡-cringy Christmas photos together, like those full body ones you take by the Christmas tree with your family on Christmas day 😭
♡-loves to sing your favorite christmas songs for you 🥺 even if they were ones he's never heard of he'd learn it and have a christmas karaoke night with you just to show off what he's learn to you
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nobody-nexus · 1 year ago
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Okay so like since it's canon that Pomni doesn't like physical contact, but not to the point where she isn't willing to touch others, I have a cute lil headcanons as to how this affects the ship Ragapom, or Jesterdoll as I like to personally call it (Also this has just a BUNCH of other headcanons that got nothing to do with the canon thing, but most involve the canon statement)
Pomni's love language is basically everything BUT touch. Words, poems, gifts, just existing near one another with some personal space, even butterfly kisses are ALWAYS an okay
Ragatha 1000% respects and understands Pomni's boundaries and won't touch her UNLESS Pomni does it first. If Pomni grabs Ragatha's hand, that means SHE is okay with hand holding. She may ask for a cheek kiss occasionally but Pomni HAS TO BE THE ONE TO ASK FIRST other then that Ragatha WILL NOT TOUCH HER
The only times where Pomni is touched without asking first is whenever there's danger and Ragatha's too quick to ask- however Pomni DOES understand that
Even with this lack of touch, there's ways to get around this. Pomni holding onto Ragatha's dress, one of them being wrapped in a blanket for cuddling, and stuff like that. Pomni purrs when she's content, so that's how they figured out physical contact without ACTUAL contact
Ragatha is UBER PROTECTIVE of others respecting Pomni's boundaries. Jax was the last one to be aware of the jester's distaste for touch, so the doll absolutely wrecking his shit was a good way to learn about the boundary
Unrelated to the rest of the hcs, Pomni's teeth are as expressive as her eyes. Her clean slate teeth can turn sharp if aggressive and/or unhinged, and if she smiles big enough, she naturally has fangs
In cade they have long nights, Ragatha always asks if she's allowed to carry Pomni to her room in case she gets tired. No matter how many times she asks, Pomni will say yes because she'd rather be in a bed then passed out on the floor
Pomni is more okay with touching others then people touching her, so whenever Ragatha needs stitching, she'll be willing to help (even though she's absolute ASS as sewing)
Pomni LOVES certain textures. Her top favorite ones are squishy and fluffy/warm (thus why she loves blankets so much)
If Pomni's having an episode, Ragatha will sit near her and calmly talk, giving her things to hold/wrap herself in. She won't invade her boundaries unless Pomni, verbally or nonverbally, asks for some like cuddles or hugs so she can let it all out
Ragatha constantly has red lipstick on in case Pomni asks for a kiss, just so the others KNOW that Pomni's hers
Pomni has no nicknames for Ragatha, but the doll has SO MANY FOR HER. Ragatha's favorites are Pom-pom, Princess, Sweetie, Lil Jester, Pitre (Clown in French), and Kitten. Pomni easily gets flustered by any and all of these nicknames
No surprise I think Pomni's on the spectrum, and Ragatha knows when Pomni's overstimulated with the environment. She'll help her walk to a less colorful and loud area to help her calm down
Of course, Ragatha herself has her moments, so to comfort back, Pomni will read to the doll until she either sleeps or feels better. Even if its poems and books Ragatha's heard a tousand times, hearing Pomni's voice helps her
Pomni's least favorite texture is carpets. GOD she hates carpets
Ragatha bakes! She mostly bakes muffins (Caine doesn't know she does this)
Jax, being a worse wingman ever, quite literally pushed Ragatha over to land atop of Pomni one time. The touch left Pomni stressed and Ragatha yelled at the rabbit
I think that's everything. I hope you enjoy the headcanons! There's also a Roxica one I'm working on so stay tuned lol
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theink-stainedfolk · 6 months ago
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Writerblr Interview
Thank you for the tag @drchenquill ♡♡♡
Short stories, novels or poems?
I like reading and writing both Short stories and Novels. Poems are hard for me to write and even harder to understand 😭😭😭😭 all my friends that i made in school/college are great poetess and i always try my best to support them though their poetry is often confusing my braincells.
What genre do you prefer reading?
I prefer reading Crime Thriller, Psychological Thriller, Suspense, Political Intrigue,YA Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Enemies to Lovers and Magical Realism. Lately I've been scooting towards Adult fantasy or what most people would call "Dark Academia ". Also, i don't really mind if the characters are queer or not. To me, sexuality doesn't define a good story or characters, though it adds a bit of more charm to them.
What genre do you prefer writing?
Same as the above, but with romance.
Are you a planner or a write-as-i-go kind of person?
When i plan things for my wips, they don't go as i plan. So i am the 2nd type. Because i came to believe that in order to write the story, the story must also progress itself.
What music do you listen to while writing the story?
I usually don't but i have this playlist of my favourite songs that i can listen in any situation. Sometimes i try to listen the songs based of the situation happening in my wip but the songs sometimes are super boring.
Fav books/movies
There are so many I'd rather not write it here. I'll just say some of my favourite books are Sorcery of Thorns, The Caraval Series, A Good Girl's Guide To Murder series, Babel, Piranesi and The Will of The Many. Etc..
Any Current WIPs?
Yes... so many... too many...😭😭😭😭 Thorn-Kissed ,
Legacy of Creation , Shades of Erudition, The Masque of Murder, Whispers of Shadow and love, The Veil of Allegiance etc..
If someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be?
Very nice question. It would be abaya obviously but beneath it, I imagine my standard outfit would be a stylish yet practical ensemble. I'd likely wear a well-fitted jacket or blazer with a subtle pattern, paired with a comfortable, versatile top underneath. My pants would be sleek, maybe dark jeans or tailored trousers, allowing me to move freely. I'd have a pair of sturdy but fashionable shoes, perhaps ankle boots but i also love me some knee-length boots because it's hot. Accessories would include a distinctive watch and maybe a scarf or a book bag, reflecting my love for stories and creativity. Overall, my outfit would balance sophistication with comfort.😁
Create a character description of yourself
Meet me, a confident writer with a secret: I'm actually a self-conscious mess when it comes to my looks (don't mind my frazzled hair and questionable fashion choices). My brain is a storytelling factory, bursting with ideas and characters begging to be set free. But honestly, I just want to escape my stressful home life and find a peaceful cave where I can write in peace. As an ambivert, I can charm you (or not, depends on my mood) and engage in witty banter, but don't be fooled – I need my alone time to recharge. My sharp tongue and sarcasm might come across as rude, but deep down, I'm a squishy emotional marshmallow. When I'm not writing, you can find me binge-reading, K-pop/J-pop dancing, or obsessing over K/C/J/T dramas (don't judge me). Just be warned: I can talk for hours about my passions, but also respect my need for solo time – it's like refueling my creative tank! Friendships are my jam, but apparently, my friends don't prioritize them as much (ouch, harsh reality check!). Despite that, I remain a loyal and caring friend, always ready to lend a listening ear or a sarcastic quip. In conclusion, I'm a lovable, quirky writer with a heart of gold (i hope so), a dash of sass, and a whole lot of creativity. Just don't mind my insecurities, and we'll get along fabulously!
Do you like incorporating people you actually know into your writing?
No, not really. But i think i did it once or twice.
Are you kill-happy with the characters?
Sometimes i do it for the story and atmosphere (bye Hiram,sorry but Gentian didn't deserve you) i kill antagonists but i don't know honestly. But i do kill if necessary.
Coffee or Tea while writing?
Neither. Just my tears 🥲👍🏻
Slow or Fast writer?
I'm in the middle. Sometimes when the idea strikes, i write in a hour or so. But sometimes I'm just staring at the ceiling.
Where/who/what do you find inspiration from?
Anything anywhere anyone.
If you were put into a fantasy world, what would you be?
A very lethargic peraon with no motivations or anything. I hope it remains that way, but since this is a fantasy world, my peaceful life will come to an end due to some traguc events and someone will provoke me and my sole motivation will ignite.
Most fave book cliche?
👀 [redacted] just kidding. Enemies to lovers, fist/daggers talk instead of pillow talk. Enemies, one sided enemies, rivals. And they were roomates, one bed, fake dating to escape the situation, hidden heir, fake stranger, mysterious stranger,etc.
Least fave book cliche?
Brother's friend.... teacher student romance... insta love, mary sue protagonist, rich guy poor woman, love interest with no personal goals, stereotypical villains, stereotypical diverse characters, unrealistic relationships, cliched character archetypes, rushed endings, etc.
Fave scenes to write?
Anything with heavy feels. Like angst, romantic scene, character death, plot twist reveals, distressing situations etc.
Most productive time of day for writing?
When the inspiration is there, any time is fine but mostly at night.
Reason for writing?
Because i love writing stories and love sharing it to others in hope that they'll also enjoy as much as i do. My reason is simple.
I'll tag @finickyfelix @willtheweaver @leahnardo-da-veggie @illarian-rambling @winglesswriter @paeliae-occasionally @the-golden-comet @graveyardshift111 @thecomfywriter @roarintheheavens
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bookmuseum · 2 months ago
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About Eu
Hello hello! 👋🏽 My name is Eu (@eu_gi_oh on Twitter). Any pronouns work. I am a Filipino immigrant living in Canada. My favorite color is blue. I like dogs, coffee, sleeping, jazz music, and squishy plushies. I have a BA in Honors English and MA in literature. I wrote my master’s on 19th to 20th century Japanese literature in Kafka Asagiri and Sango Harukawa’s animanga series Bungou Stray Dogs. My favorite authors are Leo Tolstoy, Mary Shelley, Charlotte Brontë, Osamu Dazai, Agatha Christie, and myself (hehe). My favorite books are Anna Karenina, Frankenstein, and No Longer Human (no one is surprised).
I mostly read and am interested in “classic” literature, mainly from North + Eastern Europe, North America, Japan, and the intersection between them, but I also just like anything. I love Indigenous/Native American, black, Asian, Middle Eastern, Latin American, diaspora/immigration, and other forms of POC/marginalized lit. I usually don’t read stuff before the ancient classics period or past the 20th century, but I enjoy all types of literature, poems, plays, prose, nonfiction, history, biographies, folklore, fairytales, myths, and stories. (Occasionally I read something written by someone alive, but it's not a habit of mine).
My favorite genres are crime and detective fiction, Gothic/horror, Bildungsroman (coming-of-age), mystery, tragedy, speculative, and life writing. I don’t like dark fantasy, romance, or erotica/smut.
Blog Housekeeping
My content is 100% dependent on what I am currently interested in at the moment in terms of books. If you want to follow along with my reading and general literary nonsense, please feel free to talk to me! I tend to be all over the place so don’t expect much structure or organization (or fast replies). This account is for fun and sharing all things literature with others.
My ask box is open, but you can also talk to me on Twitter (@eu_gi_oh), Goodreads, and Tellonym. Tone indicators are appreciated! Please don’t ask me about booktok 😅
My book reviews are all tagged under #book review and are not spoiler free. (Most of the stuff I read is over a hundred years old, how can I be spoiling it?) Each review has a link to the Goodreads version for better accessibility.
Thank you for taking care of me! I hope we can have fun talking about books together 🥰
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mystical-sleepy-musings · 1 year ago
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MORPHEUS
Greek god of Dreams and head of the Onerioi
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"Bullfinch's Mythology"
Author:Thomas Bullfinch
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Ethereal Morpheus
The painter of slumbers
The stroke of your brush
Brings to light
Forms familiar
Gossamer in nature
With pictures of conciousness
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|Who is Morpheus?|
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Morpheus: The Shaper , The Lorekeeper, The One Who Forms, The Raven Haired One and The King of Dreams and Nightmares. Morpheus usually appears in the guse of a human or in the form you are most comfortable with( (he appears to me as Dream of the Endless but with slightly altered features). He is the black winged leader of The Oneiroi, which are the thosuand dream spirits who slumber within the same cave as Hypnos their father. Through the gates of horn and ivory, they fly out like a flock of bats . The gate of horn is said to bring truthful dreams while the gate of ivory is said to bring falsehoods. The Odyssey located the realm of dreams past the streams of Oceaus close to Asphodel Meadows, which is a part of the underworld where the spirits of the dead reside. They are all winged in a way(winged ears or wings on their backs) when not appearing in dreams. He has two other named Oneiroi siblings known as Icelus/Phobetor who is the fearsome one of Nightmares who appears as animals and monsters in dreams and Phantasos the oddly whimsical one who appears as objects in his fantastically woven dreams..the rest of the Oneiroi are unnamed..
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|Mythology|
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Morpheus sadly does not appear in many myths but some speculate that he was the nameless dream spirit that Hypnos sent out to the grieving Alcyone whose husband Ceyx died at sea after a visit from Iris(who was sent by Hera) goddess of rainbows. Morpheus appeared in her dreams, taking the shape of her dead lover to tell her that he perished at sea. But Alcyone, after seeing her husband's corpse wash up on the shore, couldn't bear this news and tried to end her life, but she and her husband got turned into kingfishers. Also, a neoclassical painting by Pierre- Narcisse Guérin portrays Iris coming within the dark cave, filling it with blinding radiance, and apparently, she also stirs up Morpheus from his slumbers.
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|My Experience|(*UPG)
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Morpheus is my patron deity, who is like a father to me. He apparently had been watching over me ever since I was little but did not introduce himself until the time was right. Morpheus, to me, appears as Dream of The Endless from The Sandman but with wings. Sometimes, he has dark, inky eyes and wild hair like in the comics or looks more like Tom Sturridge in Netflix's The Sandman. Morpheus is very serious and quiet(I'm like that as well lol) but is very sweet and overprotective as well. He has infinite patience, apparently, which is even more impressive considering I work also with the loud and loveably obnoxious Icelus who is his chaotic brother. He sees me as one of his children and student being a no nonsense mentor and father figure...unlike a certain someone I know who kept messing around by picking The Emperor knowing Morpheus already took that option while we were trying to establish a tarot card for him. His energy is so gentle and calming, making him very helpful if one has anxiety (like me) or trouble sleeping. He likes to hum and give snuggles to me or to the various plushies I have set out for him (I have two squishy unicorns that are filled to bursting with his energy due to him smothering them). I have no words for how freaking grateful I am to have such a lovely deity as my patron!
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|Associations|
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[IC]*Note this is mostly UPG*
Animals and Creatures
Ravens and crows
Cats
Nocturnal rodents like raccoons and Possums*(upg)
Butterflies
Rabbits*(upg)
Unicorns*(Upg)
Colors*(all upg)
Dark blues
Black
Purples
Some light blues
Teal
Silver and white
Misc Objects
Feathers
Skulls
Keys*(upg)
Paintings*(upg)
Books or poems(*upg)
Anything related to The Sandman by Neil Gaiman*(upg)
For some reason, he loves surreal memes and laughs like a growly Seth Rogan*(upg)
Soft stuffies and plushies*(upg)
Foods and Drinks
Popcorn*(upg)
Chocolate
Calming teas
Blackberries*(upg)
Anything really as long as it's not caffeine(coffee, energy drinks) or overly sugary(like peeps marshmallow candy type of sugary) because in his eyes it's the thought that counts
Incense and Oils
Sandalwood
Lavender
Any calming and lightly scented blends
Planet
Moon
Music*(all upg btw)
Classic and Progressive rock
Funk
Psychedelic rock
Just 60s and early 70s music
Soft rock
Swing and 50s music
He LOOOVES Pink Floyd , David Bowie, The Church , The Doors and Echo and The Bunnymen
He only likes one metal song and that is "Enter Sandman" by Metallica
Tarot card
The Emperor*(upg)
The Moon
Crystals
Amethyst
Selenite*(upg)
Blue agate
Ruby *(upg)
Rose Quartz*(upg)
Herbs and flowers
Mugwort
Hydrangea*(upg)
Lavender
Poppies
Chamomile
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lexiklecksi · 2 years ago
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Meet the writer (tag game)
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Thanks for tagging me @writernopal this was so much fun!
Three fun facts about me:
Turquoise is my favourite colour! I love literally anything that is turquoise, and most stuff I own was bought simply for its perfect turquoise colouring.
I fall asleep with an ice cone named Squishy in my arms (it's a very squishable plushy).
I have a tattoo of a jellyfish on my upper left arm because jellyfish are fricking cool.
Favorite season: Spring! When winter is finally over and all the leaves start sprouting and flowers are blooming, a warm breeze caresses your skin – today was a perfect spring day!
Continent where I live: Europe (to be more specific: Germany)
How I spend my free time: This greatly depends on my current special interests and hyperfocus. I have many creative hobbies like writing (obviously), crocheting, drawing, painting, crafting, making jewellery, collecting stuff (like crystals) and reading as many books as I physically can. While being creative, I usually listen to alternative music or (mostly true crime) podcasts. Plus, I enjoy long walks in nature or around my city.
Are you published? I self-published an anthology of my German poems (you can buy it here) and I am currently writing a ya fantasy novel (read more about it here).
Introvert or extrovert? This is very hard to answer. I am introverted in groups and very anxious in crowds, but with just a bunch of people I can be very extroverted. So I'm an ambivert.
Favourite meal: I love food and many cuisines – it's nearly impossible to choose! My favourite Cypriot dish: grilled octopus tentacles.
I'm tagging @betweenthetimeandsound @wheres-all-the-tea-gone @nerdragons-hoard @charlies-storybook @e-lisard @sourrcandy @silent-creed @bardic-tales @ghost-town-story @junypr-camus @cheshawrites @xiyais @onomatopiya
Template and picrew link under the cut!
Three fun facts about me:
Favorite season:
Continent where I live
How I spend my free time
Are you published?
Introvert or extrovert?
Favourite meal:
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adventuresofarainbowcrip · 2 months ago
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I'm back, hopefully for real this time...
I didn't realize that it's been over 2 years now since I last posted anything here. I thought it had been one year but I guess not. I'm a little sad that I didn't post here all that time, but all I can do now is move forward. Well, I'm going to try my best to start writing here again, even if it takes time, even if the posts are sometimes shorter, even if I'm not sure where to start.
There's so much that has changed in the last two years. I'll put a list here and elaborate on these things in future posts. I've grown a lot as a person, I've become more confident in myself in many ways.
I wrote a couple of songs - songs that use the melody of an existing song and I changed the words. I want to try writing my own song soon though, melody and all. Maybe I'll post the songs here as poems for now.
A year and a half ago I got an electric drum set, and this summer I got an electric guitar. It's been a fun and challenging journey of starting to learn to play instruments with my disability, and learning to have compassion for myself. I've gotten really into Tom Petty and developed a love for lots 70s and 80s music. I have been going to see live music and I've even been going out on my own to shows for the first time ever in the past month, which is so exciting! I started buying and collecting records. I listen to lots of music podcasts and love reading books about bands and musicians and their lives. I enjoy learning about music history.
I've spent lots of nights at home by my myself this year since my brother spends about 2 nights away from the apartment each week. I've come to enjoy my time hear alone, and also recognize that it's okay to feel a bit lonely at times.
I've gone through lots of changes in my job as a language teacher, dealing with difficult situations and stress and working hard to improve my teaching and reflect more on it. Overtime, I am learning to not be so hard on myself in this context while still working hard to see where I can make changes.
I started therapy again last January after having been out of therapy for several months. I have a great therapist who is very supportive.
I took a whole year of beginning Russian and it was really fun and challenging.
I've started drawing pretty often. I have always enjoyed drawing but never really considered it a hobby until the last year or so. Currently I like to draw musicians and bands since I'm really into music.
I've started making plans to travel - eventually back to France but before that, to places in the U.S that I want to visit. I've never travelled to visit a friend, and I've never travelled without family, and those are things I want to be able to do, especially before going back to France.
I'm still a cat mom, my cat Ellie just celebrated her 3rd gotcha day/birthday this November! She's my little squishy and I love her so much.
I have now lived at my apartment for 3 years (as of May 2024)!
I'm still here, still queer, still a crip, still love rainbows.
Thanks for taking the time to read this and like I said, hopefully I'll be back sooner than later!
Sincerely,
Nirvana
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redmeansdead · 6 months ago
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[Opens up to a photo of a boy and ten girls who are his sisters around him; all except one of them are smiling.] Lincoln: [to the viewers] "Ever wonder what it's like to grow up in a big family? Well, don't let the picture fool you! It's not all sugar and spice. Don't believe me?" [He opens the door to reveal plenty of chaos going on caused by his sisters; such as a baby playing with pots and pans, one sister reading a poem, one sister dressed up like a mummy in some white cloth substance chasing another sister wearing a pretty dress who is screaming in terror, one sister playing Football in the house, one sister angrily chasing another grinning sister through the halls, and one sister playing on a guitar.] "Welcome to...the Loud House." [Depending on which version of the pilot you see, the title may or may not show up. Lincoln closes the door and stretches a little.] "Surviving in a big family can be challenging, even the little things, like getting a turn in the bathroom. Which is why I give you..." [as he speaks, a caption with the following words shows up] "Lincoln Loud's Three P's to go Poo and Pee. You're gonna need Patience, Perseverance, and most importantly, Problem Solving. With these three steps, you'll get into the bathroom every time." [starts straining] "Which is important. Especially if you wait until the very last second to go!" [busts out comic book] "Into the breach!" [Heads out the door]
Lincoln: "Luna? A little traveling music?" Luna: "You got it, bro. One, two, three!" [starts jamming on her guitar and fulfills her brother's request.] [Lincoln begins his journey down the hallway to the bathroom.] Lucy: "Hey, Lincoln, you wanna hear my poem?" Lincoln: "I do, but I have a pressing engagement." [His funny sister Luan stops him in his tracks.] Luan: ""Lincoln! Smell my new flower!" [squirts water from flower, but Lincoln ducks just in the nick of time.] Lincoln: "Ha! Did you really think I'd fall for-" Luan: [suddenly squirts water from a flower on her left shoe into Lincoln's mouth.] "It's not easy being this good." [laughs] Lynn: "Clear the track!" [Lincoln does a spit take and gets out of the way for Lynn.] Lynn: "Comin' through!" [plays a bizarre sport involving wearing a football helmet, riding a motorbike, and hitting a tennis ball with a hockey stick; crashes into wall.] "SCORE!!!" [Lincoln tries to continue but is stopped by his little sister Lola.] Lola: "Hold it, Lincoln. Play 'Fashion Photographer' with me!" Lincoln: "I would Lola, but I really have to-" Lola: "YOU PLAY, OR I'LL TELL MOM YOU WERE READING COMICS ON THE ROOF IN YOUR UNDERWEAR AGAIN!" Lincoln: [makes an embarrassed side glance to the viewers and then starts taking photos of Lola as she poses for the camera.] "Work the camera! Uh-huh! That's it! Show me what you got!" Lily: [walking in the background] "Poo-poo!" Lincoln: "Who's a beauty queen?" [enter Lola's twin Lana carrying a pile of mud in her hands.] Lana: "Lincoln!" Lola: "Hey! I'm working here!" Lana: "Check out my mud pie! It's nice and squishy!" [squishes it and smears it all over Lola's face.] Lincoln: [with too much pressure] "Gotta go!" [continues] Lucy: [out of nowhere] "Now?" Lincoln: "Still pressing!" [leaps over his little sister Lisa who is writing a mathematical formula on the wall.] "Don't forget to carry the 1!"[she glances at him] Leni: [trying to use the vacuum cleaner] "Does anyone know how to turn on this sucky thingy?" [turns it on but also vacuums up Lincoln's shirt and pants leaving him in just his underwear now.] "Got it!" [Lincoln is almost in the bathroom, but his oldest sister Lori cuts in front of him and refuses to let him in.] Lori: "Beat it, twerp." Lincoln: [hopping around] "Come on, Lori! No fair! I was here first!" Lori: "Well, I was born first!" [shuts herself in the bathroom.] [As Lincoln has to endure the pressure even longer, Lucy walks over.] Lucy: "It looks like you have time now." [commences poem] "My love is like water. Bursting forth. Like a dam breaking. All control lost. Water rushing, churning, turning landscape to mud. Time runs out. Water. I feel the impending doom. My love" [While she recites her poem, every word from it causes Lincoln to feel even more pressure and have to go even worse than before; suddenly, Lily walks by with a full diaper and the stink nauseates Lincoln.] Lincoln: "Ugh! Could clear a room!" [gets an idea] "Could clear a room! Time to put the third P: Problem Solving into action."
[In the bathroom, Lori is applying lipstick until she hears Lincoln opening the door.] Lori: [irked] "I said I was-" [suddenly sees something horrifying and gasps.] "What are you doing with that?" [The door closes and whatever is occurring cannot be seen, but it only causes Lori to panic.] Lori: [terrified] "Lincoln, I'm warning you! Keep that thing away from me! Lincoln! LINCOLN!" [opens the door and runs out in horror.] "AAAAHHHH!!!" [Lincoln comes out wearing the vacuum's nozzle like a gas mask and Lynn's football helmet for protection; his other sisters look on in bewilderment and Lincoln reveals that he held Lily's dirty diaper by Lynn's hockey stick as a way to chase Lori out of the bathroom.] Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lola, Lana, and Lisa: [elated] "YAY!!!" Lucy: [nonchalantly] "Yay..." [A giggling Lily scurries across the hall now naked; Lincoln then tosses his literal baby sister's soiled padding into the trash.] Lincoln: [wrapping up] "Like I said, surviving in a big family can be challenging. But it's not impossible. Now, if you'll excuse me...pressing engagement!" [closes door to finally use the toilet.] "AWW, YEAH! WOO, SWEET RELIEF! WOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!!! [notices something] "Hey! We're out of toilet paper! Guys! There's no toilet paper! Someone! Can someone bring me a new roll?!" [Unfortunately for him, his sisters are causing too much of a ruckus in the hall to hear his pleas.] Lincoln: "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?! ANYONE! PLEASE!!! HELP!!!" [The title card for the show and its creator, either the original design or the final version for it, pops up for the Loud House.]
this is retribution sent down to me for the crime of sending my brother as much of the bee movie script as would fit into a tumblr ask and making his blog glitchy as fuck for about a month after he answered the ask
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squishykitty825 · 13 days ago
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Sucks to remember
Sometimes it sucks to remember
The good times and the bad
The things that gave you hope for something better
Sometimes it sucks to remember
How much I yearned for your approval
How much I wished for you to see me
Sometimes it sucks to remember
All the things I dreamed would happen
All the hopes you crushed like bugs beneath your sneakered feet
Sometimes is sucks to remember
That I used to have dreams of a future
That I used to hope for something better
But those dreams were suffocated under your touch
They drowned with my belief that you could change
And now I’m left here to rot with the memories
Reminders of you decaying my sense of self
Sometimes it sucks to remember
None of those dreams came true
None of those memories will leave
And the best I can do is try to forget
Shout out to @magnoliasandarson for the inspiration on this
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wandringaesthetic · 1 year ago
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I think it's cool to jump into a series in the middle and it doesn't really make less sense than starting from the beginning, because "oh I get that reference" and "oh, that's what that was about" are basically the same experience
I'm talking about Final Fantasy and I'm talking about Ahsoka here, but also. When I read the later books of Stephen King's The Dark Tower I knew that those books were in part inspired by Robert Browning's 1850s poem Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came, but I didn't know THAT poem was inspired in part by King Lear, so when I was reading that play years later I got fucking jumpscared by Lear ranting about "Rowland" and The Dark Tower.
And since the Dark Tower is all about time and dimensions being squishy and everything being connected, that was.... especially effective for me and lent weight to both stories.
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redorich · 4 years ago
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for the hermit canyon, i humbly request:
Etho messing with Karl and maybe like, Lazarbeam or Fundy, by pretending he’s moth man.
Quackity stalks through the woods, blissfully unaware of its other inhabitants-- not that he would care, if he knew. No, tonight, under the full moon (because it's romantic) he makes his move.
The Hermit, as Quackity is completely sure of, is a beautiful young woman with long flowing hair as white as snow. Because she is a creature of untold power and beauty, fairy tale logic obviously applies. Therefore, if Quackity can steal her clothes, she will have no choice but to marry him and they will live happily ever after as big booty bitches in love.
Nodding to himself, Quackity feels assured in his logic. He's wearing his favorite assless chaps, his best pair of knockoff Yeezys, and no shirt. He is ready for what is to come.
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Karl lurks deep in the forest, illuminated only by the moon. He leans against a tree, taking care not to disturb his outfit-- he is camouflaged as a bush. Dangling strips of green and brown fabric cover his body, and his limbs are completely hidden in the costume so long as he stands still. It's a daunting task, standing still in the dark, dangerous woods at night. Nevertheless, Karl knows that this is what he must do.
"Triclops Mothman, my beloved," he whispers into the night. He will find Mothman, and he will marry Mothman. There is no alternative.
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Far away from both Karl and Quackity, though still in the same spruce forest, Sapnap angrily prowls. Well, he'd describe it as a prowl. Truthfully, it's more of a pouty stomp. He knows that this forest has had multiple "Hermit sightings", and Sapnap wants-- no, needs what he's after.
"Hermit!" he screams into the night. "Come out and fight me, you little bitch! Man on man!"
To emphasize his point, he bangs a pot and a pan against each other several times. Sapnap is getting his revenge for that little ravager prank, one way or another.
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Deep within the canyon walls, the Hermit complex looks like an overturned anthill with all its activity. It's Halloween night come early.
"I'm not wearing a dress," Etho insists.
Grian whines, "But Etho, I made it just for you! It matches Stress's outfit."
Stress, upon hearing her name, looks up from her book and waves. Cleo is currently fiddling with the thick mane of synthetic white hair Stress is wearing, styling the wig into a princess-y type braid.
"I'll say it again," Cleo says, looking very intently into Etho's eyes, "I could take your place."
"No," Etho sighs. "If what Puffy said about these guys is true, you'd probably bite someone's face off by the end of the night."
"You're no fun," Cleo huffs, but acquiesces.
"At least put on the wig," Grian demands.
Grian and Etho have a staring contest for a solid ninety seconds before Etho snaps his fingers in front of Grian's face, causing him to flinch and blink. "You cheater--!"
"I'll wear the wig," Etho interrupts Grian. Instantaneously, Grian loses his outraged moue.
Cleo sighs. "They're the same wig, right? Do I have to braid Etho's hair, too?"
"I think I'll be fine with my new flowing, luscious locks," Etho says with a humorous crinkle to his eyes.
They all laugh as Etho dramatically flips his fake hair, whipping himself in the face with it in the process. He also receives a thumbs up from Joe, who is in the process of searching for his contact lenses because "Herobrine doesn't wear glasses", according to Bdubs.
Night falls, and the Hermits are prepared. They hope their victims aren't.
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Quackity catches a glimpse of silver-white after so long searching in the woods. With a little gasp, he eagerly pursues it. His beautiful maiden, ethereal and distant like the moon, darts between trees and leaps across creeks like she is flying, like her feet barely touch the ground.
He follows her to a clearing, but when he bursts through the brush into the open space, she is nowhere to be found.
“Mi rey!” he wails, “Fantasma hermosa! Come to papi!”
Etho, hiding in a tree about five feet away, has no clue what any of those words mean. He affects a terrible falsetto and throws his voice. “Hello, Quackity.”
Quackity jumps, looking around wildly for his beautiful girlboss queen. “Hermit?! You know my name?”
“Of course, Quackity,” Etho says, hefting a large rock in his hand. “Come closer, I have a cask of Amontillado we can share.”
Quackity turns toward Etho's voice just fast enough to catch a glimpse of the Hermit's mask, his (fake) long white hair, his decidedly not female appearance. Quackity looks the Hermit up and down. Etho has never felt more Perceived.
"What's a place like you doing in a guy like this?" Quackity says, flirtatiousness dripping from his voice.
Etho eyes the man's assless chaps with distaste from his crouched perch in a tree. Quick as lightning, he chucks the heavy rock in his hand at Quackity's head, knocking him out instantly.
Etho jumps down from his tree with a huffed sigh. "Well," he says, grabbing Quackity by the ankle and dragging him, "time to get to work."
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"Pspspsps," Karl whispers, "heeeere Mothman..."
The sound of a twig snapping to his right makes Karl freeze, then turn ever so slowly. There's no one there. Karl holds his breath for what feels like an eternity, but is eventually forced to admit that the noise was probably just an animal. Surely, a creature of Mothman's size would make more noise when he walks, given the weight of his strong legs.
"Mothman," Karl says. "I wrote you a poem!"
Joe, who was up until this point hiding behind trees and ominously snapping twigs, feels a twinge of morbid curiosity. As a poet, he absolutely has to know what Karl considers an adequate love poem for Mothman.
With red cheeks, Karl professes his love:
"Your feelers make me feel so sweet
Your hindwings set my heart aflame
Fern-like antennae make me melt
And Mothman, you're to blame."
Despite himself, Joe is a little bit impressed. It almost makes him feel bad about what he's about to do-- almost.
A soft eerie glow seeps into the forest, catching Karl's eye. He investigates, creeping forward until he turns around a tree and sees glowing white eyes. He screams, but there is no sound, and the forest has disappeared. Only those eyes remain, and they too flicker out of existence.
There is a dim corridor ahead of him, narrow and lit by redstone torches. At the end, there is an iron door. He runs to the exit, but as soon as his hand touches the door it disappears and he is engulfed by swirling purple-- like a Nether portal, but so much more terrifying.
The purple is gone and he can just barely make out the menacing image of a man with glowing white eyes T-posing in the blackness. Karl opens his eyes and wakes up on the forest floor, prone and sore.
"Right," he mutters breathlessly to himself, "Mothman is not interested."
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"--YOU BITCH ASS PUNK, I'M GONNA RIP YOUR LEGS OFF AND STICK 'EM ON YOUR HEAD!" Sapnap screams, banging the only pot he owns against a non-stick frying pan he stole from George.
"Well, that's not very nice, innit?" says a feminine voice. Sapnap looks left, right, behind him, up in the trees... then down.
Big brown eyes peer up at him through white bangs. A displeased pout set into a moon-pale face attached to an equally moon-pale woman chastises him without words.
"...You're the Hermit?" Sapnap says disbelievingly. He has his doubts that someone as small and pretty as this woman could wrangle a ravager onto his front lawn.
"You wanted a fight," she huffs. "And for the record, you totally had it coming, with Pamela's Revenge-- remember, the rava--"
"Yes, I know the ravager was named Pamela's Revenge! There were like eight hundred million death messages in chat about it, you jackass!" Sapnap snaps, trying to cover up his unease. It's not that he's hesitant to hit her because she's a girl; he would deck the shit out of Niki or Puffy with absolutely no provocation whatsoever. It's just that... she looks soft. Like a non-combatant. It would be too easy, too cruel--
Stress punches Sapnap in the jaw with a wicked right hook. "Stealing is wrong," she says.
While Sapnap is dazed and quite possibly mildly concussed, Stress follows up with a brutal kick to the shin. Sapnap makes a genuine effort to fight back, and he’s no slouch, but he’s been taken so thoroughly off guard that the best he can do with his head spinning as it is is to swing with a wild haymaker and hope it hits.
His fist makes contact with something soft and squishy. He hears a grunt, but Stress shoves him over onto the ground and dumps a bucket of glitter over his head. It burns his eyes, but more importantly it burns his pride. He doesn’t remember at what point he dropped his pot and pan (he must have at some point, because he punched the Hermit with an empty fist), but he’s angry enough to open his watery eyes through the magenta glitter and snatch George’s frying pan up off the forest floor, hurling it at the Hermit with devastating accuracy. She yelps, blocking with her forearm at the last moment.
“Knew I shoulda let Etho...” Sapnap hears the Hermit mutter. What’s an Etho?
Stress irritably bonks Sapnap on the head with the pan he threw at her. He goes limp like a ragdoll, and Stress sets about maneuvering his body into a sitting position leaned against a tree so she can do his makeup while he sleeps.
“Hope I don’t poke his eye out!” she says. “Ah well, he’s got two anyway. Now, should I go for a cute, summery look, or a dark evening look?”
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In Atrium 1 of the Hermit Canyon complex, Puffy laughs loud and clear, clutching her paper cup tightly so she doesn’t spill her fruit punch. "No,” she chokes out, “he didn’t.”
Cub, holding a similar paper cup, waves his hand in a vague gesture. “Yep. That’s Etho for you. You know, one time he got Doc to run around with a snowman head on, eating spider eyes?”
“Oh man,” Puffy sighs, wiping a tear of laughter from the corner of her eye. “I’m so glad I snitched on Karl, Quackity, and Sapnap. I can’t wait to see their reactions!”
Cub grins evilly. “Stress got pictures before she left.”
Puffy gasps, stars in her eyes. “I’ll bake you a whole cake if you get me a copy.”
“I’ll bake Cub a whole cake if he gives them to me instead,” Grian interjects from across the room. “I don’t need them, I just want to take them from you.”
“Nooooo!” Puffy wails melodramatically. “Grian, please spare me!”
“Five diamond blocks,” Grian makes his demand.
Puffy continues to fake-sob, pretending not to notice Scar sneaking up on Grian until Scar drops an anvil on Grian’s head, like a Looney Tunes episode but slightly to the left. While Grian is distracted, Cub slips the pictures to Puffy, who puts them in her inventory without looking.
Etho walks into the Atrium, now dressed as his normal self, including his natural hair, which looks like an angry wet cat perched atop his head, just the way he likes it. Everyone cheers.
“So, how’d it go with Quackity?” Puffy asks with a smirk.
“Well...” Etho says.
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Quackity wakes up with the sun in his eyes. In front of him is the public Nether portal, and standing right in front of it is a wide-eyed Sam, staring directly at him. Quackity looks down.
He’s naked, covered in half-dried honey, and tied to a pole like the world’s sexiest flag. And he’s got the world’s worst hangover-- it feels like he’s been hit in the head with a large rock.
“Not again,” he groans.
“...This happens often?” Sam asks.
“If I had a nickel for every time something like this has happened,” Quackity says, wiggling his way out of the ropes tying him to the pole, “I’d have enough money to go buy myself a pair of pants.”
Sam averts his eyes to the sky, abruptly aware of exactly why Quackity would feel the need to buy a pair of pants.
“Damn it,” Quackity says. “Those were my favorite pair of assless chaps.”
“Were they now,” Sam says numbly. The sky is quite blue today, it’s rather beautiful.
Quackity huffs in aggravation, finally having freed himself from his binds. “Yeah, they just don’t make ‘em like they used to, you know?”
“Not really, no,” Sam says slowly. “I wouldn’t know much about-- assless chaps.”
The naked man shrugs. Haltingly, Sam unclasps his cape, pulling it off his shoulders and offering it to Quackity.
“Nah,” Quackity says, “I’ll just streak.”
“Please don’t,” Sam says with pain in his eyes.
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gentlemancrow · 3 years ago
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jonmartin, pre-romance, #15/28??
I did manage to get BOTH of these in! So we have a combo of "You called me, remember?" and "It's too early for this". Much like the others, the MINUTE I read this prompt an idea popped into my head that I just HAD to go with! This is actually based off a real life incident I had with a friend (They know who they are...) but it fit both Jmart and the prompt PERFECTLY! The names have been changed to fictional characters to protect the innocent. (Hint I was the Martin in this situation) Anyway this was super fun and cute to write and I made myself all squishy a lot. HOPE YOU ENJOY! <3
There were precious few reasons why Martin’s mobile should be ringing at exactly 5:47 am on a Tuesday, and precisely none of them were good. Still, the anxiety inducing sound alerting him to something ominously, ambiguously amiss struggled to worm its way through a rather lovely dream of his acceptance speech after being awarded poet laureate. The poem he had prepared for the occasion was marrow-deep and hauntingly beautiful, or at least he remembered it that way until suddenly he was reciting the lyrics to Abba’s ‘Waterloo’ instead and sweating profusely as the audience began to murmur in disgust amongst themselves. Waterloo was indeed blaring, but from the ringtone of his phone, not from his lips, and his stomach performed a cold somersault with the force of the wave of anxiety that had begun in his dream and crested up to lap at the base of his barely functional brain. The few synapses he needed for basic motor function and reading comprehension crackled to life as he clumsily batted the buzzing device on his nightstand into his hand and squinted blearily at the name.
It was small. That was an immediate relief. If the care home had been calling about an incident with his mother, either her health or the staff’s as a result of her, it would have been the full moniker of ‘Sunrise Acres Care Home’ ticking across the caller ID. Yet small implied a name, a person, someone he had in his phone and not just a random spam call, and anxiety spiked again as Martin scrubbed at his eyes until ‘Jon’ appeared in white hot letters on the screen. Sleep dissolved from him in an instant and he sat bolt upright in a tangle of covers as he smashed the green answer icon with his thumb and threw the receiver to his ear.
“Hullo?! Jon? R’you okay? What’s happened?” he demanded, voice still slumbery thick and groggy.
“Martin!” Jon’s silky, prim voice, thinned out to a tin can vibrato over airwaves, answered, “Good, you’re awake. I need your help. Urgently.”
Martin was already out of bed by the time ‘need’ reached his ears, yanking on the first pair of jeans he spotted in the laundry heap on the floor and hopping on his free leg to the en suite with his phone pinched between his cheek and shoulder.
“I’m on it!” he assured him despite having no clue what ‘it’ was, exactly, “I’m coming to you as soon as I can. Where are you? Are you hurt? Should I bring a first aid kit? I don’t think I have a first aid kit… should I buy a first aid kit? There’s a Boots just down the block from my flat, I could-“
“Martin, stop! What the hell are you on about?” Jon’s annoyed tone cut through his panic like a scalpel.
Martin stopped in the doorframe of the bathroom, brows knitted, jeans puddling around the one leg he’d managed to get through and left once again in naught but his boxers as he gripped his phone back into his hand.
“Huh? What are you on about? You said you needed help!” he snapped.
“I do! But not like… not like THAT. What kind of mortal peril do you imagine I would find myself in at a quarter to six in the morning?”
The initial surge of adrenaline fizzling out uselessly in his veins the more Jon talked, Martin sagged against the doorway and pinched his temples as he strained his words through a colander of civility.
“I don’t know, Jon. You called me, remember?”
“Right, right…”
A terse, lowly hissing silence of dead satellite replaced Jon’s voice, twisting Martin’s nerves as acrobatically as he twisted to avoid the point. He kicked off his jeans and stalked grouchily back to bed where he threw himself face down and unmoving.
“So, what is it then? Wi-Fi gone tits up? Forgot how long to steep Darjeeling?” he hissed into his rumpled duvet, a little nastier than he would have liked given the deadly combination of interrupted slumber and primordial biological survival instinct.
“I uh…” Jon’s voice deflated over the speaker, “I have a… problem.”
“Yes, we’ve so very, very clearly established that. What kind of a problem, exactly…?”
“A problem of an upsettingly… Arachnid nature.”
“A spider…?”
“…Yes.”
Martin propped himself up on one elbow, eyes narrowed with genuine and curious concern.
“Wait like a… like a spooky spooky spider? Or just an ordinary kind of spooky spider?” he inquired with as much levity as he could muster, given one of the likely options.
“Stop saying spooky. And the ordinary kind. I think. No, I’m sure of it. It’s merely the sitting on my kitchen wall like it owns the place and staring at me rudely with all eight eyes, judging me for skipping breakfast again, kind,” Jon answered with clinical pointedness.
“O… kay…?” Martin drawled, suppressing a giggle, “So, what’s the problem then?”
“What do I do?”
Martin opened his mouth to answer, but closed it again as he doubted that he had actually heard Jonathan Sims, the irascible, pompous, only capable of truly looking at him down his nose Head Archivist Jonathan Sims, ask him, a lowly assistant, what to do. With a spider. It would have been almost adorable, had he not scared the life out of him initially, but even that knocked it only down a single peg to helplessly charming.
“I-I mean, the normal thing one does when encountering a spider in one’s home? You kind of only have the usual two options? Er well, three, if you count just leaving it be, but I doubt you’re amenable to that one.”
“No, absolutely not, out of the question,” Jon declared swiftly.
“Didn’t think so,” Martin chuckled, rolling onto his back and sagging in relief into the mattress.
“So?” came the impatient invitation to continue.
“So what?”
“So, then what do I do?” Jon repeated brusquely.
“Well, you either kill it or let it go, of course! What else is there to do? Invite it to brunch?”
“I know that! I’m not an idiot!” Jon erupted furiously, “Good lord, Martin! Do you really think I would have called you because I didn’t know the only two options for dealing with an eight-legged criminal invading my home were kill it or let it go? Really?! Did you suppose this was the very first spider I ever encountered in my life? Is that what you thought? Or perhaps I had my own personal valet to attend to all of my insectoid tribulations, hmm? Just call the bug butler, he’ll attend to it straightaway! Do you ever stop to think before you open your mouth? Or do you customarily just air out whatever inane notions blow through your ears, no matter how puerile? Christ!”
Martin let the phone drop onto the bed beside him, away from the verbal darts hurled directly into his eardrum and taxing the output matrix of the speaker, as Jon launched into an affronted, mortified tirade, smirking and shaking his head.
“It’s too early for this…” he mused to himself ruefully, rubbing both hands over his face and eyes.
Once the phone stopped humming and glowing white hot with remote rage, Martin scooped it back up and yawned into the receiver.
“You alright there, Jon?” he asked in a gentle tone.
A ragged sigh crackled into a blip of feedback from lips too close on the other end of the phone.
“…Not really?” came Jon’s tremulous reply, “Listen, I’m sorry I went off on you. That was unfair of me. I-I just… I really… really hate spiders.”
Something squeezed in Martin’s chest, something about the confident bass flayed neatly out of Jon’s usually assertively solid mannerisms, leaving it abnormally thin and rickety. He sat up on the bed, cradling the phone much more gently to his cheek.
“Hey hey, it’s okay,” he assured him, “If anybody sympathizes about being afraid, you definitely called the right person. Need me to stay on the line with you while you whack it? A good heavy book will probably do the trick, or if you need speed and agility a rolled-up newspaper or a magazine might be better?”
“No! I wasn’t calling because I needed advice on how to murder the damn thing! I’m quite capable of doing that on my own. Frankly, I’ve taken rather a vested interest in honing my spider termination methodology over the years. I called you because… well you were going on about how you thought they were…” Jon trailed off in a series of garbled sounds of disgust, “Cute… of all things.”
Martin grinned and had to put the phone on his bare chest a moment, as if Jon might somehow perceive his giddy glee through the receiver.
“To be fair I’m a little odd that way. Most people feel much the same as you do about them,” he commented as he picked it back up.
“True, but that’s not even the whole of it!” Jon went on exasperatedly, “I also overheard you talking… must have been to Tim or Sasha but… you were explaining about how helpful they are to the ecosystem and what a vital role they play in that natural order of things, and how we always see images of them eating butterflies and beautiful things that make them look sinister, but how really they mostly control pests and the like… how you thought they got kind of a bad rap?”
“Wow I uh… I can’t believe you remembered all that,” Martin muttered, freckled cheeks dusting a light pink, “But what does that have to do with your unwanted houseguest in particular?”
“It was the last part, mainly. That’s what got me. The part about fear. That they’re afraid, too… You said there had been studies that showed a clear fear response in spiders… to us. They’re afraid of us, demonstrably more so than we are of them…”
One word of all of those slipped between Martin’s ribs and into his heart. Too. They were afraid, too. His thumb stroked and consoled the edge of his phone unconsciously as Jon blustered on, unbothered by his own unconscious admission.
“And now I can’t do it! Now I have to set this bloody spider free because you think it’s cute and want to make friends with it, and I can’t make it an innocent victim of my fear and I have no idea how!”
Martin couldn’t help but smile, imagining how Jon must be in his flat on the other end, scrunched in a corner all hunched up shoulders and furrowed brow with hackles bristling, squaring off with a creature who was possessed of no knowledge of the fear she symbolized, or the grace to understand the iconographical divorce to her salvation. Only Jon, quivering and still bed-rumpled and frazzled, could understand the magnitude of cupping that fear in the palm of his hand while reaching out to him with the other. And now Martin understood it, too.
“Hey alright, I’ve got you. Steady on Jon, we’re gonna get through this together. I’ll talk you through the steps, you just follow what I say, okay?” he instructed in his best 999 operator performance.
A beat of silence ensued, followed by a much more robust and emboldened, “Okay.”
“So, what you want to do first is get a glass.”
“A glass?”
“Yeah, like a water glass. And a stiff piece of paper or cardboard or something. If you’ve got a bit of post lying about, flyers and coupons and the like, those usually work well.”
There was a period of distant shuffling, clattering, and indecipherable muttering as Jon gathered his weapons, then sucked in an audible breath through his teeth.
“Alright I’ve got them, now what?” he asked, sounding a bit winded.
“Now you very carefully put the glass over the spider, then slide the paper under the glass so you trap it inside. Then you can take it out without touching it or worrying about it scuttling off on you and set it free wherever you think it’ll be happy!” Martin answered sweetly.
“Okay, okay. I think I can do that,” Jon chanted for steadiness, “I’m putting the phone down so I don’t louse it up, but d-don’t hang up, stay on with me, okay?”
“I’m not going anywhere, Jon. I promise. You’re okay.”
“O-Okay… Okay… Okay…!”
Martin listened as Jon’s voice grew distant, but somehow stronger, more like a war cry, with the soft pad of socked feet on tile, then a short stretch of silence, and then a chorus of oaths and yelping, rising to the crescendo of a door being messily flung open, shut, then opened and shut again. A drumbeat of returning feet rolled mutely close and melded into the scratchy rustle of the phone being picked back up.
“I’m back,” Jon announced.
“Is it done?”
“The deed is done… your little friend is enjoying some lovely pink dahlias out front as we speak.”
“I’m pleased for her! And… for you, too,” Martin said, voice melting into lilting tenderness, “I’m honestly really proud of you, I know that wasn’t easy for you.”
“I… Ah… No, it wasn’t. Thank you, Martin,” came the sheepishly measured rejoinder.
“You’re very welcome.”
Martin smiled privately to himself, and ran a loving thumb down the edge of his phone once more.
“So then may I rightly assume I have permission to come in an hour or so late today so I can go back to sleep?” he continued, already knowing the answer as he flopped back down on his pillows and rolled up into the covers.
He was relieved to hear a husky chuckle rumble through the phone.
“Yes, yes. I think you’ve more than earned it.”
“Brilliant, see you in a bit then? And for lunch?” he added hopefully.
The brief silence as Jon calculated his response hung thick and palpable in the digital airwaves.
“Lunch sounds good,” he replied at length, “See you then.”
“G-Great! Great! See you!”
Their phones clicked mutually off without the awkward jumble of sign-offs, pleasantries, and accidentally stumbling over each other’s words. Martin thought glimmeringly of the spider hunting free in plush pink petals, none the wiser, and of Jon, with new and irrefutable proof that not everything ugly or quietly cunning in the world lurked behind to cast its shadow over him. A spider could be just a spider, and Martin back asleep with both hands still clutching his phone to his chest, dreaming of singing Waterloo again, but this time to a rapt audience and thunderous applause.
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greater-than-the-sword · 10 months ago
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Things that will make you feel new emotions
Books
The Tale of Despereaux by Kate Dicamillo. Even if you've read it before. I discover 2 new emotions every time I read this book
The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers. Seems like you might like it especially the non-horror stories later in the book
Piranesi, by Susanna Clarke
The Ocean at the End of the Lane if you've never read it before
The Illustrated Man, Ray Bradbury
I'd be shocked if you haven't read The Fairy Tales of Oscar Wilde before but I have to put it on such a list
Movies/TV:
The Promised Neverland (Anime but don't worry about that. Watch Season 1 only, it's a complete story and a masterpiece)
Your Name (Also anime that will destroy you)
Stardust (could be a family movie if you ignore the whole crossdressing pirate thing. One of the only movies I've ever watched that vibes like the Princess Bride)
Gravity (one of my top favorite sci-fi movies ever)
Arrival (same but more narratively complex and difficult)
Music
The Highwayman by Loreena McKennitt (Based on the poem of the same title by Alfred Noyes- I am dead set that some day I will create an animated feature for this)
Cassandra by Florence + the Machine (and a number of other Florence songs but they're so hit and miss, but this one has some of the most analyzable lyrics)
Mercy Mirror by Within Temptation. And the entire "resist" album maybe. (Their songs are usually about hmmm. anger and revenge. but they have like 1 song per album that isn't and it goes hard)
Vienna Teng
Eurydice by Sleepthief
Why do I get the feeling that you'd like my whole Dark Academia list
Video Games
Brothers (beautiful indie game that will destroy you)
Inside ("squishy" horror game. more on the side of tense and quietly psychologically disturbing rather than one of those slasher house type games but only play if you have a strong stomach)
Myst (retro game but still possible to buy!! a classic with very fun puzzles and cool worlds and great music)
Could this (recent post) be interpreted as a request for media recommendations?
Would you like it to be?
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divinefireangel · 4 years ago
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Justin H Min as your boyfriend:
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Author's note: Hi! I'm Sush. I'm new to the whole writing thing so please lmk if there are any suggestions or criticisms. I readily welcome them. Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. That said, I hope you like my first HC! Happy reading! 🤍
Warnings: None. I tried making it fluffy but not sure. All ages and all readers (nothing specified with respect to gender, appearance, etc of reader).
Justin H Min is the literal sweetest, most sincere human being on this planet whom we deffo do not deserve
He always has your back
Support system to the ends of the earth
He just knows what to do when you are down
When you can't sleep, he will read a passage from your favorite book, cuz his voice is soothing like an Angel's
Kudos if you like books too because you both are gonna obsess over your fav authors and books and characters
Him definitely getting jealous if a fictional character that you like a little too much you know what I mean 👀
Cuddle monster™
He cannot go an hour without cuddling you, if you are in the same room
King of cheek kisses
King of forehead kisses
King of hand kisses
KING OF YOUR FUCKING HEART
When you are down he will do anything just to see you smile
Although if nothing is working, he will try and talk to you and give you reassurance that everything is going to be okay
And you believe it because it's coming from him
He seems like a guy who plans dates that are genuinly well thought
And gifts that you did not know you needed until he gave them to you
Needless to say you were shocked to get it because you fucking loved it even if you had no idea what it was lol
He wears cologne (ily if you get this hehe)
Stealing his beanies when you have to go out or when you are cold
Stealing his eyewear collection, we know it is amazing
Stealing his jackets and hoodies and his amazing patterned shirts
Him loving you in his clothes because you is baby
He's very attentive of the little things
Especially the ones you are insecure about
Tells you that he loves them, even more if you don't like them
And he really does love your little quirks
Thinks you are cute
That's it
Just cute
No other adjective to describe you
Probably not that great at cooking 😂😂
Loves your cooking even if it's kinda bad
You can't stare at him for too long
He is just that beautiful
God knows I can't
Gives the best hugs
Sways when hugging you cuz that's just uwu
Bear hugs mostly
Loves putting his face in your neck cuz 'it's warm'
Not much of a dancer but will try and slow dance with you
But you both end up stepping on each other's feet and stop because you're laughing too much
Sending memes to each other
Sending quotes and small poems or snippets that remind you of the other
Him writing small poems for you about you
You try to write them for him and he just gets teary eyed becuz he did not expect you to
He takes random pictures of you
On his phone, on his disposable camera, on his film camera, e v e r y t h i n g
Has a pic of you as his home screen
And a pic of you in his wallet
You taking pics of him when he lookis squishy
Which, not so shockingly, is always
Gets you matching clothes that you can wear at home mostly
Matching socks
Matching beanies
Matching pj's
Loves coordinating your clothes when you have to go out
Takes tons of selfies in said clothes
'Babe please, for Instagram'
Calls you so many nicknames
Babe, honey, hun, love, dove, sweets, sweetheart, bb, matey (soulmate) as a joke
A few cute names in Korean too (I don't know Korean and I do not trust google, but if you do know, tell me so I can add)
Tries teaching you small sentences in Korean
And you teach him some in your mother tongue (if you are bilingual)
Both of you feeling loved and content with each other
He doesn't get jealous at all of real people
He trusts you and would give you his heart and soul
Loves loves loves holding your hand in public
Connecting your pinkies if you are strolling
Going on museum dates a lot
Him saying cheesey things like 'You are the only art I wanna stare at' & 'Your beauty deserves a museum bigger than this'
And it's working surprisingly because you are a blushing mess
Calling him Justy
Idk why but it makes me giggle when I imagine it
Nonstop texting and daily FaceTime when he has to work or whenever you two are apart
Even if it's for a day
Nonstop texting otherwise as well
Him misplacing the simplest things and you having to find them with him
Talking at 3 am or when you can't sleep due to anxiety or insomnia
Talking about the universe
About your past life
About things you like
About your future.
He makes you tea or coffee or your beverage of choice when you are busy or sad or inconvenienced in the slightest sense
Helps you choose outfits
I mean..... He does have a great fashion sense
Making him smile by doing and saying stupid things
He is actually very wise
Gives great advice on stuff in general
Peak squishy fluffy boyfriend when he is tired
Tired Justy needs attention and kisses and snuggles because cuddles just don't work
Loves running his hands through you hair, over your shoulders and back and abdomen and arms and butt
Let's you sleep on his hand, his shoulder, his chest, his lap, all over him
Listens to you when you bitch about people you don't like
But he really doesn't because he is observing you and falling for you
Mostly gets the falling for you feeling when you aren't actually doing adorable things intentionally
He doesn't even breathe in another person's direction because the only person he needs is you
Just you
Just you and him
In your own sweet small bubble
Living in the world with each other
Because at the end of the day
All you need is each other.
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