#TK U WILL PAY FOR THIS.

[hooksredrum]

a match where hook is actually showing more versatility in his moves, AND the match itself is almost 11 mins long ?? sign me up

[thewitchqueen281]

Hot world building idea

Since adventuring is a really common job in solace there are adventure pitstops scattered throughout the country. these are like normal gas stations with a few key differences.

one they offer those shitty little beach showers outside. after all who has time to shower when ur party has been in the red wastes for two weeks or more.

two they have a laundry area as well if u don't wanna just stand with ur clothes in the shower.

three the food is as always extremely high calorie shit. ur burning a lot while adventuring and u gotta get those back somewhere. along with that they also offer shit that's like five hour energy but for spell slots and plenty of ammo and weapon polish and stain remover (for removing blood on the go!)

four they offer basically really cheap one use bed sheets and blankets so if ur party has a mattress in the back of their car (which most do much cheaper then a hotel room) they can just put these on rq and boom no problem.

five NO FIGHTS. a true neutral area.

[mississpissi]

smirke is so so cute and silly. he built an underground tunnels system with a tunnel dedicated to each of the fears. theme park ass architecture. “it’s all about balance” sure ^_^ that’s really cute! did it work?

[eustasskidagenda]

First of all I really really really love ur writing

Can I request a fem reader dating law and they are like sleeping and law starts to have a really bad nightmare where he is hurting his s/or while sleeping? Like ALOT and she tries to walk him up but when she succeeded he already damaged her so much by accident? So he has her blood on his hands and stuff but he wakes up and he doesn't realise it so she just says u had a nightmare and tried to put him back to sleep while she is in pain

And she waits for him to sleep again to go out and treat her wounds BSc she doesn't want him to feel bad for hurting her

But while she is gone he walks up and the bed is empty and there's blood on him and the sheets so he gets out to search for her in panic and gets mad and feels bad etc

Angst angst angst tk fluff please

I love u so much

Hi sweetie! Tysm for your kind words! I love writing angst, but this one was quite a challenge, I had some struggles figuring out some things. But I hope the outcome will still match your expectations! And sorry it takes me some time for this one, I injured my back lately, I can't write for a long time. Anyway, tysm for requesting. ☆

☆Law having a nightmare where he's hurting his s/o

CW : f!reader, angst, hurt to comfort, blood, mention of bullet, spoiler if you haven't read/watched Law's flashback yet, violence, usage of DF 

WC : 1,9k

Low, peaceful breaths. Legs entwined. Your head resting against Law’s tattooed chest and the silence of the cold, starry night. What a rare and beautiful moment. Law often can't sleep. The second you fall asleep, he usually just sighs and sneaks out of the bed. But tonight, his nightmares remained trapped under the pillows, not in his mind. He is beautiful when he can finally be at peace. The tired and dark expression on his face has been gone for a few hours. In his sleep, he looks for your warm touch. Maybe his body is always cold, as his heart is always kept in a cage, but your body is keeping him just warm. That's what you're in his tortured mind; solar. 

He always finds solace in it.

Dark shadows. Screams of pain. Corazon falling on the ground. Bullet sound. 

The night was supposed to be peaceful. It was peaceful just a second ago! Why are those memories haunting his mind again? What has he done to always be harassed with the same dark thoughts? 

Scream. Corazon. Bullet. Scream. Corazon. Bullet. Again and again and again and a… it's endless. Trapped in his own mind, the world around him just disappears. It's just him, facing the ghosts of his past. That's what he gets for daring to fall asleep. How foolish he was to think that his nightmares would leave him alone, just for a few hours.

The shadows are following him in his gloomy, dark world. Why are they trying to kill him? He's not sick anymore. Corazon saved him. He has the right to live. Suddenly, an invisible hand grabs him and squeezes his throat. Tightly. Squirming on the bed, fighting against his own demons, Law breathes harshly. The real world is far away from his nightmares. All he can think about is this hand squeezing his throat. He can't even breathe anymore. But he can't die. Corazon saved his life. He died. Killed by his own brother.

Now, Law has to survive. That's his legacy. The Heart Pirates will beat loudly, etched in memories forever.

The shadows disappear suddenly, just as the squeezing sensation in his throat. A laugh echoes close to his ear. A large figure hovers over him. Pink feather coat, sunglasses, short blond hair, and big, fidgety hands, ready to steal his life again. 

It's him. 

Doflamingo. 

He wants to kill him and steal his fruit. The one that Corazon robbed. No. Law won't let that bastard destroy the sacrifice made by Corazon. Law ferociously punches that damned heavenly demon right in its nose. Maybe he's a doctor, but he can't let this man live. 

All he wants is to make him suffer. 

To make him pay.

So he punches. Again and again. The only thing he can hear is Doflamingo laughing, as he always does, with his sinister, cold grin. "Just die," he shouts, his voice thick with anger and distress. The reality has vanished in his world of suffering. So he fights back. Harder. 

"Law, wake up!" Why the hell is Doflamingo talking with your voice? Is this a fresh trap? This man is the master of manipulation. He can't be tricked again. "Law, please wake up and stay with me!" That soothing hand on his cheek is so soothing. Heavenly soft. Sweat drips down his forehead as he breathes harshly. 

Doflamingo's silhouette fades away as soon as he opens his eyes. "Y/n-ya?" He tries to reach for your cheek in the dark bedroom. That touch, that skin, that warmth. So it's really you. "What happened?" He asks, his voice slightly shaky. He tries to regain his composure, breathing harshly, his heart racing crazily in his chest. "Nothing. You just had a nightmares." 

Law notices a slight tremolo in your voice. "You're alright?" You just run your hand on his cheek. "Why are you asking me this? You're the one in pain. Just go back to sleep. I'm here. Nothing will happen. You're safe in this room." No, but that was too realistic. And he can't fall asleep right away. Not with a heart beating so loudly. Not with the rush of adrenaline. "Law, you have a lot of work tomorrow. Just try to sleep." 

He tried to sleep so many times. It was never successful. However, he lies back as you gently push him against the mattress with your hands on his chest. You gently rub your thumb against his sweaty forehead. With his jaw tensed, Law obeys and closes his eyes, doing as you say. But those dark memories are etched in his eyes. Whenever he tries to sleep, the figure of Doflamingo is painfully present. 

Bullet. Corazon. Sick people crying and begging for mercy. Again and again.

"Just sleep." You whisper, focused on him, only him, despite your own state of distress. You just hope he didn't notice the blood on his hands. The one that flows down your injured nose. It hurts. Mentally and physically. It's difficult to see him so tormented by his own thoughts. You can't let him see what he has done to you; he kicks you and almost strangles you. It wasn't him, right? Law would never lend a hand to you. He would never forgive himself if he found out. You have to preserve him. So you stay. Reassuring him until he finally closes his eyes, too exhausted to stay awake. 

But a few minutes later, he wakes up, his body cold just as your side of the bed. 

"Y/n-ya?" Where have you gone? Why did you leave him alone? Law grabs the candle lamp and the bedroom is lit by a dim light. There's blood on the bed. He doesn't panic at first. But he's confused because he knows your cycle perfectly, you are not supposed to be on your periods. Afterward, he glances downwards. 

Blood. On his hands.

"Y/n-ya?" He suddenly stands out and looks for you. The Polar Tang is not that big. At last, he finds you in the small bathroom, with a cloth on your injured nose. Law looks at his hands, then at your body. There's slight bruises on your skin. That skin he cherishes so much. "What happened?" He already knows the answer, yet he's hoping for a different outcome. "I just hit my nose by accident, don't you worry." 

You're really a bad liar. 

And then, he understands. That wasn't Doflamingo, but you all the time. At first, he can't even speak. He remains there, his mouth partially open and his eyes filled with guilt. As a doctor, he promised to himself to always protect the innocent. His hands exist to heal. Not hurt. Especially not you. You are his precious girlfriend, the one who takes care of him. What have he done to you? Maybe it was a nightmare, maybe it wasn't him, but the outcome is the same. You're in pain because of him.

"I…" he wants to soothe your pain, but he steps back.  What if he harm you again? He glances again at his shaky hands. There's blood on his tattooed fingers. He is disgusted by that sight. "Why didn't you tell me?" He wants to scream, to break something, but he's too confused by the red liquid on his tan skin. He reaches for the washstand and cleans his hands, watching the red turn pink. "You were already in pain" you whisper. "Damn, y/n-ya, look at you! You're bleeding because of me. I…" He struggles to speak in a clear manner. Law has always been logical, but right now he's acting impulsively and emotionally. "I'm so sorry…" tears prickle at the corner of his eyes. "Please… let me… help you…" he's afraid of frightening you. But you just nod and stop to hold the cloth against your nose. 

Law kneels in front of you, looking at your red skin, slight bruises here and there, slightly swollen lips, and broken nose. His hands are trembling. "Shit," he whispers to himself. He tries to inhale deeply. He needs to calm down before he can heal you. And right now, you really need some assistance. "Law, it's alright…" 

Of course, no, it's not okay! "You're in pain because of me, it's not alright!" Law utilizes his devil fruit to cure your broken nose. Gently, he forces you to throw your head back until the bleeding stops. "Wait a second," he whispers before reaching for a wet cloth. After removing all of the dry blood from your face, Law sighs, sits on the ground and remains silent. 

The guilt is harassing his poor mind. Now, when he closes his eyes, there's Doflamingo, Corazon, and his hands are full of your blood. This thought will never leave him alone. 

He's so unworthy. Despite his efforts, he still fails. Over and over. He failed to save his family. He failed to save Corazon. He failed. Again, and again. 

Failure.

"Law, don't overthink, I'm alright." You whisper and wrap your arms around him. Such an irony. You're the one in pain, but you're soothing him by gently running your hands through his hair. "I'm sorry," he repeats once more. "Law, just listen to me… it wasn't you" 

Perhaps, but it was his hands that did it anyway. Exhausted, tired and guilty, Law has lost all of his usual cold expressions. He never looked that fragile, human. You kiss him softly and lovely. Law struggles to kiss you back. He refuses to touch you because he fears hurting you again. "It's okay, I'm not mad at you.  I still love you. We'll get through it." Nervously, he bites his lips. "Are you still in pain?" His eyes are begging you to tell the truth. "I'm not, thanks to you." He exhales with relief. 

"You have to rest. Can you walk?" Even if you nod, Law carries you through the bedroom. He grits his teeth as he sees the blood on the bedsheets. "Wait" He just takes them off and redo the bed with fresh bedsheets. "Now, you can rest." 

While you lay on your bed, Law begins to back away, ready to run to his desk. Nevertheless, you grasp his hand. "Don't run away." You understand that he's simply trying to avoid you. An aloof person like him just doesn't know how to deal with that kind of thoughts. "… Y/n-ya" with a sigh, he complies. That's the least he can do. Law flinches as you lean your head against his tattooed chest, feeling tense and nervous. I have already forgiven you, Law. You have to forgive yourself." 

He simply mumbles. Of course, his tortured mind will never process that quickly. Fine. You'll wait. And you'll stay by his side. You will be the guardian of his peaceful nights. Slowly, you fall right back asleep. Law doesn't shut his eyes, not even for a moment. He stays here until sunrise and finally warms your face. When you wake up, he already left. But there's a fresh drink, some pills, and something to eat on the nightstand. And a short note.

'Please, come find me if you need something. And rest' 

Law is always busy all the day and almost all of the night. And then, he just allows you to 'disturb' him whenever you need him. You can't help but smile. For someone like Law, it's like reading 'I love you' 

Of course he loves you. 

After all, he is the captain of the Heart Pirates.

[kwyw]

So according to the interview:

- TK can't shut up about Taylor, even though she "hates" him flapping his mouth about their relationship. (I see some seeds being down.)

- Travis sells himself hard as a sweet, sensitive guy, but even his friends don't know the real him, and Taylor is still trying to figure it out. (I smell an escape strategy.)

- Scott Swift arranged all of this. Like we suspected.

- Travis was a celebrity in Kansas City and a complete nobody outside it, before the promance. Slice it any way you want - Taylor made him famous, is the message here. (Can we say C-L-O-U-T C-H-A-S-E-R? All together now, come on, kids! Spelling is fun!)

- Travis lacks direction and has no idea what to do when his football career expires. He's just throwing whatever at the wall to see what sticks. He needs money. He thinks about money a lot, while driving around town in his half a million dollar customized car. It's not at all obnoxious.

- Travis has no problem telling Taylor's security guards to step down so he can take charge and feel like the man . . . but he can't assert himself against a friend who talked smack about him on a podcast, or argue his worth to the employers who underpay him.

- He doesn't seem to understand Taylor's popularity, thinking a Hollywood reporter will need the concept of the Eras Tour explained to him. Huh? That's not being "a Swiftie" - that's proving how little attention he pays to her as an artist. It comes across like he only knows the most basic, surface level things about her career. 1989 was a smash hit, the Eras Tour is huge right now, Taylor is known for her emotionally-resonant break-up songs. Maybe his team wrote him out a little primer. Taylor 101.

- I did enjoy the comedy of Blank Space being his favorite song though. Someone somewhere is having fun with all of this.

- Everyone who falls into this man's orbit is struck by a sudden desire to write fanfiction about his relationship with Taylor Swift. It's uncanny. She's probably at his home right now! Tapping her toes impatiently while a home cooked apple pie cools on the window sill! Sure, Jan.

- Stalking Taylor's jet has gone mainstream, apparently. Major publications are just openly admitting they track it to guess where she is. So respectful. Let's just put this in a magazine for millions of readers and normalize it. Why the heck not? What could go wrong? No wonder she cut the wings off the damn jet five years ago

- Travis may be the most cornball of all Taylor's beards. "Wish on a star and you might manifest dating Taylor Swift into being!" I need someone to drag Karlie to the nearest observatory and get her wishing, stat 😂

The main takeaway: this was hilarious, and sure was illuminating 🤭

[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you for the tag lovely @redshirt2 and @sznofthesticks 💜

Chapter 9: Coffee with Gutiérrez of Where All This Love Comes From is now on Ao3! This is a snippet from Chapter 10, which will be up next Sunday. Please note a warning: Chapter 10 will look again at TK's addiction and also contains scenes of assault and violence. The below is not from those scenes.

Father and son make eyes at each other across the large space of the firehouse. They’re far apart, now, but TK can feel Owen’s concern and he almost can’t stand it. When it’s time to rotate off, Owen asks TK to get food with him, but TK says he needs to go home and rest. Owen asks to come with him – cook for him from scratch instead. TK says no.

TK doesn’t go home, because he’s lying.

After [redacted], TK texted Dan and said, “Something fucking crazy happened today. Fuck I’m on PEP from the other night as well. Feel so sick man.”

“ur on pep? fucking idiot. r u ok?” Dan responded instantly because he always responds instantly – he is never not on his phone.

Before TK could reply, Dan texted again, “Come over 4 bible study.” ‘Bible study’ is code for Spike paying a visit with pharmaceutical wares, both tried and tested and new and intriguing.

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[meditativedeer]

winter rules

late for this one but the hard half of winter is staring me in the face and I need these for myself.

write. clear all the shit from your desk and write like you're an insane tortured playwright because you are.

stay up late and sleep in when you want to.

wake up early and sit on the porch with a coffee and observe the morning mist and coldness. the solid chill of the concrete beneath your ass will ground you. wear the slippers Santa brought.

go on a run and don't worry about endurance. walk to warm up then sprint as if you're being chased by a bear/dinosaur/demented serial killer until you can't anymore. walk for a bit then do it again. so much more fun than jogging.

cold sea swim with friends because now you have friends that actually want to do it with you so never ever ever take that for granted. that's special.

wear all black and enjoy the contrast of your hair. feel like an elegant and mysterious student.

relearn German. yes on duolingo but also get romantic with it. handwrite, watch German movies, sing along to German music and listen to podcasts.

conserve your energy. you don't have to be talkative if you don't want to be, just make sure to be kind anyway.

wear soft jumpers and big jeans. mess with your hair all the time.

flirt boldly with the women in your dating apps, to celebrate being comfortable in your sexuality at last. and the practice is useful.

read scripts online. there's so many and they're all free.

go on walks and enjoy having to wear four layers and a scarf and gloves and hat. doesn't happen all year round.

when on these walks, pay attention to the heavy clouds and cool tones of the trees. listen to bon iver. look at the clouds of breath you can create.

when home from said walk, make a ritual out of peeling off each layer, putting your slippers on, making a hot drink and putting the tv on.

mothering is on hold grandmothering is taking over.

stretch so your body doesn't turn brittle from the cold.

mulled wine and cider isn't just for Christmas make that shit at home we all need it.

keep the Christmas lights up for as long as you want.

go to tk maxx with your mum. get some cheap shit and try not to argue too much

let yourself have little luxuries. I work in a coffee shop but I ordered a pour over kit so I can make my own fancy coffee at home.

you don't have to go clubbing if you don't want to. you don't have to drink if you don't want to. you don't actually have to do anything you don't want to do, you must follow your hearts desire.

with that in mind, don't let seasonal depression convince you that you don't want to see your friends. you do.

yes comfort food is necessary at this time of year but try to find comfort in hot soups and baked salads and oatmeal and fruit because your body needs good whole foods so you have the energy to get out of bed in the morning and don't want to throw yourself out of the window.

meditate in the shower

yes listen to music dance and boogie

silence is also good sometimes you need to turn off every device and go and do something simple with your brain

fill up the sink with water and ice cubes and stick your face in it for an instant hit of dopamine. one of many ways to hack into your happy hormones.

another, less fun way, is to do the dishes or change your bedsheets. make a game out of it because you'll be happy when it's done.

read poetry get real pretentious with it oh yeah baby I love u

everything will be so much more than fine everything is here just for you don't be afraid.

[mrs-monaghan]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM2AsenbN/

Jimin and Jungkook are fucking each other 100%. I have 0 doubts about that.

Now, i must confess that i have had my doubts about them. They have always been sus to me but I didn’t want to read too much into things cuz BTS members do not understand the concept of personal space when it comes to each other but there is literally NO WAY to explain this clip in a platonic way! Not unless u intentionally want to be dumb and dense as hell! Pay attention to that clip Shaz! These two guys literally touch each other on their dicks! At first i thought only Jimin did it but i wasn’t still very sure cuz u know the video is cropped and maybe we just saw the hand direction wrong but what convinced me 100% is JK’s hand! It’s not very easy to notice but pay attention and if possible slow the video down! Jk went straight for Jimin’s jewels and Jimin went straight for Jk’s! Jimin even looked at it b4 tapping on it TWICE! Pay attention to their body language too and u can see that Jk is smiling from the crease in his eyes. There are so many Jikook questionable moments that can be explained away but you literally CANNOT explain this away! Some pple may claim they do not see it or we are over analyzing but it is RIGHT THERE! Just pay attention! I don’t think there are any bros or friends in the world who touch each other’s privates when saying their godbyes! That is something ONLY couples or pple who are sexually intimate with each other do! Now i have seen clips of BTS members sometimes hitting each other in the gonads playfully but it is a completely different story when two pple do it at the same time and not hitting but clearly touching to feel! No matter how i think about this, there is no way to explain this is bro terms and trust me, i have tried! I always try to be logical, objective and level headed when it comes to these things cuz one of the reasons why this fandom is plagued with Taekooker is because of huge misunderstandings caused by edits or just not having enough knowledge of BTS members dynamics and what is considered normal and not normal! I cannot tell u how many TK videos i’ve watched with thousands of likes trying to show sexual tension or romance or 18+ moments when everything was just either over edited or painfully misunderstood! So because of this, i try to take everything with a grain of salt but this right here is one moment that to me, just doesn’t have any other explaination! When i tell u for days, i have shamelessly obsessed over this video trying to find ways to explain it away! I have rewatched content trying to find other two members doing this so i could say it is normal but i have NEVER seen anything like this! At this point, anyone who still continues to deny Jikook after seeing all these is just dumb as hell or intentionally not wanting to acknowledge that they are NOT JUST FRIENDS! There is no inbetweens. And for those of u lurking Tkkrs who still want to insist Taekook is real cuz they attended a premiere together, go tell Tae his “boyfriend” is touching his soulmates dick! Wait… scratch that, tell him his “boyfriend” and soulmate are touching each other’s dicks infront of ARMY and our salads!

Awwww. Mimi was just trying to make sure the goods were in the same condition he left them

Link

When we say they're a couple we know exactly what we're talking about

[phoenix-and-found-family]

Unconditional Love: Part 2

more angst :3

(this one isn't as good mb)

Reginald glared as Prism turned on the light.

"HOLY- Reginald, I could have had a heart attack."

She clutched her chest to emphasize.

He felt bad for invading her home without warning, but this was probably the only time he would be able to talk to her before she made things worse.

"Roxana, why did Phoenix tell me you asked them on a date?"

Her face paled.

"Uh..."

He sighed as she rubbed her arm.

Technically, they hadn't told him she had asked them out. They hadn't said anything to him the entire day. No "hello", no "goodbye", not even a "help, I set something on fire again".

"Agent, are you... okay?"

They nodded listlessly, not looking up from some paperwork.

"Phoenix, you never do paperwork unless you're upset. Tell me what's wrong."

They glanced over at him, looking absolutely dead inside.

They grabbed a notebook with their tk and gave it to him.

I'm fine, Crane.

"You have to call it off."

She started pacing around.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but, one date couldn't hurt that much, right?"

"Roxana."

"I could call it off afterwards, let them down gently-"

"Roxana."

"I don't know, I feel like it would hurt them more if I suddenly cancelled our plans-"

"ROXANA."

She stopped and sighed.

"I'll go... talk with them."

"Talk to me about what?"

Both of them jumped a little. Shit, how did they do that...

They were wearing a different color tie than usual, light blue instead of red. Their face had been completely covered in makeup so that you couldn't see any of their scars. Their eye bags were still clearly visible.

"Roxana, um, wanted to talk with you, about something important."

He gestured towards them impatiently.

"Crane?"

He looked at them, a little annoyed.

"You call me 'Reggie', or 'Reginald'. But never 'Crane'."

They took the notepad back and wrote "Sorry."

He shook his head at them.

"Agent, don't apologize. Just tell me why you're acting like this. I'm worried."

They seemed to consider something, and then stood up, writing something down as they walked out.

Got to go. Date. Don't follow me, Reginald.

She sighed.

"I..."

"Is this about dinner?"

Their voice was emotionless.

"If you'd like, I could just cook. I've heard that's also romantic."

They glanced over at Reginald, their eyes darkening a little.

"I thought I asked you not to follow me."

His eye twitched a little.

"Phoenix, this is unhealthy and self-destructive. I know how you feel about love, and I'm not letting you do this to yourself."

He knew he was raising his voice, but he didn't know how else to get them to listen in this case.

"You can say no."

"This is unhealthy when she says it's unhealthy."

They snapped at him so suddenly he took a step back.

"This is whatever she says it is, Crane. If it's normal, it's normal. If it's not, then it's not. If I'm not giving enough, then I'm not being a good boyfriend."

He wasn't sure if they realized there were tears brimming from their eyes.

"And I would have to fix that immediately."

Roxana put a hand on their arm, which caused them to look over at her.

"Phoenix, could you... come outside, please."

Their face melted from rage back to expressionless.

"Of course, Roxana."

Both of them walked out of the room as her two robots came in from another door.

"Did they break up?"

"Please tell me they broke up."

He shook his head. The right one- Robulter, he thought- groaned while the other one sighed.

"This might be harder than I originally thought..."

"Dr. P is really really smart, but she's kinda bad at letting go of things she wants."

"Like the blanket thing?"

"No, Right! And she said not to talk about that."

"Oh right, sorry."

He wasn't really paying attention to the bots, observing the couple having a conversation. He couldn't see Phoenix's face, but Roxana looked saddened.

"...We might need to help them along."

"Like, mess up the date?"

Right seemed a little concerned.

"But Dr. P would get really mad at us..."

He watched her go to touch their arm and saw them visually trying not to flinch.

"Not if she doesn't know we're there."

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@the-one-and-only-043 @wyvchard let me know if you want me to stop tagging you for this

anyway who wants to cry again? :D

[dearweirdme]

Hello Jkk anon who stumbled upon my blog while going through Tkk tags.

I am not going to post your ask and explain all those (what was it… 10?) moments you sent me. I’ve done that plenty, I’m not some sort of box you can put in content for it to be analyzed. But your main point was this I think:

My point is, there is barely any exclusivity in the things taekook do. They do the exact same thing with other members, you just are either not paying attention or you see things things but u dismiss them because u see TK as more so all their interactions just feel like more to you. Think about it.

I have actually got an answer for you.

The way Tae and Jk are different, has to do with their level of comfort with each other. The general level of comfort is actually way higher between Tae and Jk than between any other pair of members. And that is difficult to show, because ofcourse Jk and Tae are also comfortable with Jimin and other members and there are many moments where we find examples of that. But, between Tae and Jk.. there is an anticipation, and an automatic responsiveness that is lacking between them and other members. There’s an almost constant awareness of each other. The way their bodies react to each other shows that they’re used to it more than they are with other members. Between them and other members there’s moments, bursts of affection with the goal to show that affection to the other, but it’s always moments and it ebbs away and there’s some sort of fulfillment. Between Tae and Jk.. it’s more like an underlying current. It’s always there and there’s no actual fulfillment to be sensed, because the goal is not to be fulfilled. There basically is no goal, it’s just something they do.. because they always do it. It’s also why Jk and Tae so clearly have to hold back at times, why they get jealous, why they get sad. There is absolutely a difference anon, it’s just one that is hard to see when you are only looking at specific moments.

[foursaints]

one time i woke up at 6am to drive 3 hours to essex to drop my best friend (lilly) off who'd just been at my house for a week, bsck to her house then gor ro London at 10 am for a doctor's appointment then i went to see les mis but that's not until 7pm i wondered around londom the entire day then went tk see les mis which finished around 10 and i went to my nans house (in essex) ag like 11 and was supposed to go to lilly's house at 10 the next day but i accidentally slept until 2pm and everyonr thought i was dead😭

HAHA nooo i would pay extra to see les mis in a crazy sleep deprivation fugue state that’s personally how i feel every time i’m reminded montparnasse Exists. u were so busy!!!

[hooksredrum]

hook is actually their #1 fan

thank u very much @diabloguapos 💖💖

[reyesstrand]

ten first lines

thank u for the tag @rosedavid & @alrightbuckaroo <3

rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns.

to which there is no reply — When Carlos thinks of his father, the first thing that comes to mind is his laugh.

from wing to wing — The thing, TK thinks sadly to himself as he cranks the shower a few notches too hot, is this: he isn't a stranger to death.

tried and true blue — It feels oddly familiar—kind of like he's been thrown back in time, really—to sit back and share space like this with his father, just the two of them.

wait in the fire — Rain pelts down on TK's shoulders as he rounds the front of the car and slips in behind the wheel.

like water in your hands — After the news eventually spreads, nobody questions it as TK starts offering to do extra chores.

dream this night away — For all they've gone through to get here, the wedding thankfully goes off without a hitch.

(not afraid of) living on a fault line — Marry me.

not a victory march — There's nothing he knows more intimately than this: the time-slowing, numbing sensation of grief.

to be reborn — Twenty-two hours after TK is admitted to the hospital—after a doctor tells Carlos, point-blank and in so many words, that the best they can do is keep him sedated and comfortable; after he cries his eyes out in the last stall of the men's bathroom in an ICU he'd rather never step foot in again; after he nearly bursts apart at the seams when his mother comes in, carding her fingers through his hair and kissing his cheek and caressing her rosary beads, joining him in his silent vigil for someone who isn't even his, anymore, not really—the skies open up and light shines down on them once more.

some and now none of you — Because he doesn't know if he can handle anything else, Carlos pays attention to the small things as they wait.

not sure about any patterns….maybe lack of starting with dialogue? focusing on introspective bits to start off a fic? i can’t tell!! ajdnsjd

no pressure tagging @strandnreyes @chaotictarlos @morganaspendragonss @marjansmarwani @paperstorm @freneticfloetry @theghostofashton @beautifulhigh @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses <3

[womanpl3aser]

Her kind of 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

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Wrote this while listening to ⬆️

Hope you guys enjoy it)

Sfw, fluff♡.

"Give it back els it's not funny!" You'd whine because of someone named ellie stole your phone

"Dont whine hun" she'd playfully say "'s not funny els I seriously lost a cute puppy video" you'd reply

"Well u will find another one later y/n, pay attention to me a little" she'd nudge ur arm to catch more of ur attention "okay fine, what do you wanna do els?" U'd question "mm let's go and bake something likeee.. PIZZA!" she'd get an amount of random excitement, you'd giggle with her silliness and agree with what she said because how could you say no to such a sweetheart "come on come on come onnn I wanna bake, hurry up babeee" she'd grab ur arm and run downstairs.

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In the kitchen

"Sooo.. let's watch a tutorial cause I don't know a single thing about baking" she'd admit "Well let's get to work then shall we?" You'd say.

"Woah,this is more complicated than it was in my mind." She'd scoff, "Come on babeee it is easy, you just cut the peppers and apply the pepperoni on the dough.. See?" You'd assure her, "no it isn't I don't know a single thing about cooking pup, just saw a really cute video of a couple and I wanted to do it with you" she'd murmur "awww really els? You're so cute babyyy" You'd start pecking her cheek "stopp hun and put the sauce on it" she'd try to playfully push you away (still giving you thousand more pecks back)

● After 20 minutes of cutting,applying and putting in the oven.

"Okaaay so now we have to wai-" "and do what?" Ellie would smirk "cut it out eeeels" "but I didn't say anything" she'd still have that dumb slight smirk plastered on her face "let's go watch TV in the living room I heard there's a new movie on Netflix its called "I/N" "are you sure you wanna watch that?? We can resume "mean girls" because we're almost in the end of that movie" she'd remind "oh shoot yeah, you're right totally forgot about that movie" You'd giggle "wait for me I'm going to check and oven and be right back.

"Alrightyy so the pizza is halfway done so it means we still have time to watch it" ud say snuggling on ellies side "okay babe I'm putting it on" she'd kiss your forehead. 10 minutes pass "dangg why did she have to do her that dirtyyy" "that's what I'm saying! But maybe she's going to get her revenge who knows" U'd reply genuinely invested of what's going to happen next. Another 10 minutes pass *ding* "THE PIZZA" Ellie would shoot up from her seat and jog towards the kitchen "excited huh?" You'd say from the living room "u have no ideeeea" Ellie would answer muffled from the kitchen "hey u goofball wait for me" ud sprint to the kitchen to see what she's up to, "Ellie, love, you're going to burn ur palms if you are going to touch it without the proper gloves" You'd laugh "psssh I am the pro here" and just like that she'd open the stove to grab the pizza and immediately get burnt on her pointer finger "Oh my God els, get away from there and come here!, I warned you about opening the stove" You'd rush and grab some ice to put on her finger, "I am fine babe relax" she'd drag the x to piss u off "babe." You'd say while searching for an ice cube. "Here put this on" "thanks babe.. NOW LETS GET TK EAT IM STARVING HERE." She'd say "okay my starved woman, pizzas served" You'd rush to place the pizza on the plate and pass it to her "thanks love" she'd immediately start eating "where's your piece?" She'd question with food in her mouth "not that hungry to be honest" she'd stop chewing "babe, there's no way you'll eat without me, grab yourself a slice before I do it myself" she'd say sternly but still making it sound in a playful tone "but I'm not hu-" "y/n dont make me repeat myself, grab yourself a slice and I'll eat the leftover" "okay els" You'd go over to the counter and grab a plate to put your pizza on "here, now let's continue our pizzas while watching TV im seriously impatient to see what she'll do!" You'd get up from ur chair waiting for Ellie "okay my impatient girl let's go" she'd peck you and take you to the sofa by your waist.

Really need an ellie in my life dudeee

[mushiewrites]

Thanks to sleepy this is also a concept with XDs ribs🫠

Everyone knows the rib counting game, to make sure that the lee has the right amount of ribs

but what if XD actually had more than 24? So someone (4K4K4K4K) could tease them about making sure they have the right amount of ribs because of their extra arms, so they count XDs ribs (ignoring the squeals and giggles) and they end up with more ribs than normal. Then the ler can pretend to act surprised and annoyed and complain about how XD is cheating and this is how they’re so tall (dream would have a great time with that :))

……………elliot. i cannot believe u. ur a genius okay.....an absolute concept legend. ur brain <3

i went a lil insane and literally started writing a fic with this concept………..but i didnt wanna make you wait for me to respond so here are my thoughts..

okay so lemme start by saying that i think it would be 24 ribs under his bottom arms, and then maybe like 6 more until his upper arms. i dont think there'd be anymore than 36, so yeah half a rib cage above the bottom set of arms. got it? good, that's what we're working with here

rib counting game........🫠

4K is perfect to play this game with XD. because 4K can actually take XD down a million pegs by using his strength against them. i can picture 4K somehow getting XD in an extremely compromising position - maybe tangled in some spider web in the nether - and just...taking advantage of the situation as much as he could

he would just start from the bottom up, XD not really paying attention until it was too late, and they're just laughing and squirming and trying to get away. but XD cant concentrate enough to teleport. their mind is foggy with only thoughts of tks! 4K makes sure of it

4K would get to the top ribs sitting just under their bottom set of arms, and he would make a big show about how he's "discovered some additional ribs! this needs some further exploring~"

he'd count up the additional six, rubbing his fingers between the bones as he goes. XD is yanking at the webs, yanking their arms, but he's not moving. and when XD thinks it's over, 4K just starts again, saying he needs to count the total ribs bc he's bad at math and can't add the two different counts together (XD is screaming "THIRTY SIX!!! 4KAHAHAY IT'S THIHIHIRTY SIX!" but 4K insists he needs to be the one who counts)

when he gets to the final top two ribs under XD's upper arms, 4K digs in, really knuckling into the bones there over and over and over until XD is literally howling. 4K is babbling on about how unfair it was that XD got extra ribs just bc they have extra arms, and how unfair it was that they made the God so tall. so XD is just barking out apologies bc they dont know what else to do???? they have no idea what they're apologizing for. all XD knows is that the tkling needs to stop, and it needs to stop now, before 4K tks them to death

XD would get this huge wave of energy and is able to calm their thoughts long enough to teleport themselves far away from 4K, up in the clouds with another very sleepy God to cuddle their giggles away (and maybe getting the energy out of their system by holding HD down and tkling him silly)

[confused-racoon-wizard]

TK Chapter 1

TW: Death and violence mentions

Never send an assassin to do a kidnapper’s job. Over the course of the past few weeks, Esteris said this to himself more times than he could count. This target seemed easy enough, but, in his words “it was nothing short of an indignity.” It would, however, yield more pay than all his previous jobs combined, so it was “worth the suffering”. As he sharpened his dagger, he wondered why the Queen entrusted him with this. Why does she need an assassin to bring the target to Katon alive? He decided to ignore his curiosities and carry on as planned. Besides, once he got his money and pardon, he could see the back of this job, and Katon, for good.

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The damp smell screamed over anything else in the room. Four cracking concrete walls provided little distraction from it, but the seemingly tightening chains did.

Esteris attempted to look for something, anything, that he could use to break out, but he knew he’d face death either way. As he thought this, four guards approached his cell, and one unlocked the barred door and entered. The guard then spoke: “We’ve been given orders to move you.” 

Esteris was then bound by the hands and held by the arms, and finally, a blindfold was placed upon his eyes. He could feel his heart drop into his stomach. ‘Now I’ve done it,’ he thought. 

It wasn’t really a surprise, most assassins in Katon had their lives end this way. 

He was led through several corridors, and with each turn and stop he felt increasingly uneasy. ‘I never thought I’d actually get caught in the end, but I guess what goes around comes around…’

After several minutes, Esteris was walked up a staircase into a large antechamber. The guards removed the blindfold and, blinking slightly, Esteris mumbled, “This doesn’t look like a gallows-“ 

The doors flung open and Esteris was dragged into the hall. He gazed around, taking in the ornate decorations. Katonian banners were draped on almost every surface and great gold torches lit the cavernous room. A great blue carpet swept down the very middle of the room, leading to a towering throne. 

He was about to have an audience.

“So you are the famous Esteris Halder,” a sweet voice rang out like a bell, and a tall, graceful woman followed. 

“I try,” Esteris replied nonchalantly, thought for a second then bowed low, with a slight flourish, “I try, your majesty.” 

“I’m sure you are well aware of the fate of those of your occupation.”

“I- I suppose so.”

“In any other situation, you would’ve hung weeks ago. However I have decided our kingdom may require your skills yet.”

Stopping himself from begging for mercy, Esteris raised his eyebrows, “Who is it that you need gone?”

“I’d actually prefer it if they were brought back breathing.”

“I apologise, your majesty, but I’m somewhat confused.”

The Queen ignored his reservations and continued, “The person I need is Nealaria’s Imperial Artificer, Reyan . I’ve been informed that the Nealarians are attempting to build a potentially devastating weapon, and the artificer is the only one who holds the plans. Their soldiers have already started mobilising at the border, and I will not risk all-out war, not yet anyway.”

Esteris remained blank for a few seconds, and after processing the information, he protested, “With all due respect, your majesty, why would you send an a- why me? Do you not have the necessary people to complete this mission?”

The Queen sighed. “My elite force is brilliant, powerful, swift. But some lack loyalty. I have lost so many to conspiracy, treason. You, however, have nothing to lose.”

‘The Queen is right,’ Esteris thought. ‘I could go on this peculiar mission, risking possible death, or I could stay here and drop to certain death.’

“You will, of course, be given sufficient compensation.” As she said this the Queen made a gesture, and two guards brought out several chests, opening them one by one to reveal the gleaming gold inside.

“Much appreciated your majesty, but how will I use these if I’m-“

“I’ll see to it that you receive a full pardon.”

Esteris’ shoulders dropped and he let out a huge whistle. “Your majesty. You are truly one of a kind.”

With a deadpan face, she replied, “you’re too kind. You leave at noon tomorrow.” 

“Thank you.” As Esteris lowered his head and turned to leave, the Queen gave a final remark:

“Remember to stay off the road at all times, you should keep yourself hidden. If the Nealarians knew this was a state-sanctioned incident, war would surely break out. If you get caught with the artificer, you know what to do. And at all costs you must be back within the next two moons.”

Esteris nodded, bowed and walked out of the hall with a smirk.

He’d cheated death again, if only for a little while.