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Song of the Day: September 4
“Paint My Face” by The Devil Makes Three
#song of the day#looking for a quote I knew I had written down in one of my 'going to want to read this one again' folders#(the quote was by Starke of howtofightwrite:#'Full plate works fantastically against some weapons‚ but‚ ultimately‚ if you're a giant bell and someone else has a hammer‚#I can completely botch a metaphor.'#I wanted this quote in relation to a tangent from an explanation I was giving Duncan about Mandalorians and slug-throwers#this is very how my mind works)#and I first looked for 'hammer' and found the beloved howtofightwrite quote#(also Warsan Shire 'The House' lines: 'Sometimes the men - they come with keys‚ and sometimes‚ the men - they come with hammers.')#but then I was thinking 'what if I looked for swords' on account of I am very swordtember excited and then lo and behold the lyrics!#'if I should fall / you take my sword / all that is mine / will be yours#do not fear for those we leave behind / the blood that runs in your veins it is mine'#also special mention to the quote immediately above it which I had almost forgot and which would be such a tragedy to lose#'when one is without debilitating venom‚ one must be as a horse do' (mule kick) from a tumblr post by teaboot
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does anyone have recommendations for fictional media that has like. actual lesbians in it. not like supergirl Two White Skinny Girls, One Blonde and One Brunette Kiss media, or "its implied lesbianism!!!" but just regular fucking lesbians
#i say lesbians but i guess i mean sapphic#im just like. tired of gnawing#and of men also. sorry men in my life i love you but on god if i have to pretend one more man is butch just to get#content that isnt m/m or m/f im going to turn into a horse and run into the wilderness until im saved from the glue factory by a plucky#young woman except instead of letting her have her formative summer where she trains me and bonds w me and wins a competition w me#im going to commit horse suicide in front of her & change her life forever. just because im so tired of bland CW-marketable women kissing &#digging for scraps in a refuse bin while brushing aside 7002993829292929939292929399394 gay and het romances#m text#i will also take nonfictional lesbians if its like a story#not to be whiny on main but one of the hardest hurdles i had to jump wasnt realizing i was a lesbian. i came out to myself and to friends a#lesbian multiple times. but i would always walk it back when a friend would express doubt or a male friend would ask me out#bc i dont and especially then didnt know very many lesbians in person. and so i had to turn to examples#and all i fucking had were fictional women who liked men. or fictional lesbians who were so cleaned and sanitized and prettified#(you all know what i mean right. the 2 skinny white girls one blonde one brunette. im not crazy right)#and i would be like. i dont feel things when i look at these fictional lesbians so i guess i belong back here#(this is also bc my gender ended up being fuckier than i realized but shhhhh)#I WAS GOING SOMEWHERE WITH THESE TAGS but theyre too long and im lost.#anyway the point is if people werent so fucking weird abt fictional or onscreen lesbians maybe thered be a lot more people comfortable bein#out as lesbian#like sorry but this awful ouroboros of 'all lesbians onscreen have to be cute and sanitized' meaning that people write and believe wlw has#to be cute and pure and sanitized (OR a 'badge of honor' bc good for u u doodled two women together or had it as a background in ur fic)#meaning that therefore all portrayals of lesbianism continue to be like this. is just#and im also gonna be honest theres probably a lot of good sapphic media im just in the wrong circles to have stumbled into lol. so#yknow. personal viewer bias here#but i still like swing wildly between overly brandishing my dykeness as a badge to feel like im proving im lesbian#and like. backing up under a blanket bc i dont wanna be weird or annoying or freak people out#but if people just Saw Normal Ass Lesbians. aough.#im going to watch revolutionary girl utena one of these days even if i struggled w the writing style the first few episodes#I JUST WANNA SEE AN OLD BUTCH ONSCREEN GET SOME PUSSY.#like it also doesnt help im mostly femme4butch so seeing 2 femmes on screen is like. okay cool so what. but only femmes are 'marketable'
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I started reading Lord of the Rings (bought Fellowship of the Ring like… last spring but never got around to starting) and I’d just like to say. Holy fuck what a slow book. You mean to tell me I’m over a hundred pages in and this man is only just leaving the Shire? Sign me up for MORE I love this shit. Tolkien said “I will take exactly as much time as I want to describe things and you will like it”. AND I DO
#i can already tell this is the sort of thing that’s going to be so good I’ll never recover from it#I’ve watched the movies like casually-in-the-background a couple times so I know the approximate plot#(they often run on TV somewhere around Christmas and New Year’s in Sweden so they’ve been on more than twice)#but there’s so much detail here that’s just… missed out on… in the films#Or I forgot about it lmfao#Either way loving the book detail#And also reading a book for the first time in months i told my mom id been reading today and she was like YOURE READING?!#It’s part of my social media healing process. Forcing me to like… sit down and take shit in#Used to DEVOUR books when I was younger#Just Kinda Stopped at some point (much like every other former gifted kid)#But it’s a well missed moment of escapism and calm and centering myself. meditative almost#I find lotr to be good also because it’s like… a little heavy. You can read a chapter and then sit with it for a little while#Im not quite reaching the heavy cliffhangers yet either#Each chapter feels pretty concluded#It’s a healthier reading method I feel than the ‘devour in one night then don’t read for 6 months’ thing I did in high school#the few times i DID sit down to read a book#God damn those are some long tags#z talks#not horse game#I feel so late to the party because I always see all these people enjoying lotr ;-; its so established and here am i….#but alas
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Uh so there's a baby crying in the background. Btw.
#that horse is so creepy#the mascots name is polly right? i think i vaguely remember that theres some kinda symbolism tied to polly and anyas baby#but! i dont remember what it is at all#the horse is like everywhere he goes though and he cant get away from it. im assuming this is jimmy#and the 2nd time he very literally runs into it its super malformed and everything#i also think its interesting that the baby is always crying#ALSO THE FIRST ID WE FIND IS ANYAS AND I THINK THATS SICK AND FUCKING TWISTED#anyways maybe the horse is jimmy refusing to take responsibility for what he did to anya and the baby#bc i know theres a serious Take Responsibility thing. but maybe not anya specifically#bc im pretty sure he doesnt actually see what he did to her as horrific#i dont know anything about mouthwashing from this point on#NOT JUST “THE HORSE”. I MEAN THE SYMBOLISM OF THE HORSE. i fucked up a tag up there#if i got anything wrong thats fine bc ill know soon anyways
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when i say that forsblad ring picture has law firm vibes this is what i mean
#topical!#and what im about to say is something im not sure will make sense to people outside#but anyways i think the forsblad law firm ads would be at the same levels of this accident clinic ad campaign run down here over the years#so its this white guy whos trying to market to latinos so his ads are in spanish and because hes a gringo at first his ads were kinda#annoying but over the years its just transformed from him just talking to the camera to whole 30 second productions like#riding a horse in full cowboy getup in a movie star saves the girl kind of way and winking at the camera#or playing basketball in the most highschool musical esque set dressing or parachuting out of a fucking plane#over the years its gotten to the point where i go oooo whats mr [insert lastname] got for me here#i actually look forward to the 15 to 30 second absurdity of a productuon like i would die for that old man genuinely#hes a part of my childhood his accent is comforting instead of grating he is dear to me#anyways i just think forsblad attorney ads are just forsy using ekkys movie star face to promote their law firm#and having an excuse to dress ekky up all pretty because god forbid this model of a man actually take advantage of it#and not bring ace attourney into this but-#(gets dragged offstage by multiple secret service agents while they cover my mouth)
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god, grief hits you at the weirdest fucking times
#was brushing my teeth and started crying thinking about my aunt#sometimes i forget she’s gone because it just seems too wrong#she was young she was healthy (before the cancer) she was more full of life and energy and compassion than almost anybody i know#and it just feels impossible that a presence like that can just. disappear.#they say one of the first things to go is their voice#as you start losing memories of them#but i don’t think i can ever forget hers#i hear her in the way my mom speaks sometimes too#and the way i talk to dogs sometimes#my mom says she sees her in my hands#she had such a big heart and yet she did work that could so easily break someone#but she stayed kind#she fought for the kids she helped#she fought so fucking hard and she cared so much and she never stopped caring no matter how much it hurt#and she loved and stayed joyful despite seeing some of the worst sides of humanity#sometimes i just need to talk about her#because i know she’ll be remembered by everyone who knew her#she’s not the kind of person you forget#but it still feels like that isn’t enough#like she should have had so much more time to bless so many more lives#my mom started a community fund on the island in her name#she hasn’t decided fully yet where the money will go#Tan cared about so many things but especially the foster kids the queer youth and all animals#especially wolves and horses which sounds cliche but it made so much sense for her#one of the things she was fighting for most in her last few years was making sure indigenous kids in the foster system#had ways to connect with their cultures#either by making sure they stayed with family who could take them in and making sure the family had the supports they needed#or connecting them with community programs run by indigenous leaders for indigenous youth#i’m a lot calmer now after all that typing#personal
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Once or twice a year I am hit by a massive wave of homesickness for America that makes me literally nauseous and almost feverish. Anyway I am metaphorically turning my heart inside out as I think about junky old Lincoln, Nebraska and a mice-infested farmhouse and living off of food stamps.
#mousehours#sort of#i was five years old and we had a pet rabbit named Floppy#we thought it was a girl rabbit but it was actually a male 🤷🏻♀️#also we had a garden but nothing really grew except our onions#and we had a scare-rabbit instead of a scarecrow because the rabbits were eating all of our vegetables#and I had a secret hideout behind a tree and some bushes where I kept my bob the builder toys#and once my brother and I locked ourselves in the attic and had to be rescued by our dad taking the door off the hinges#there were cracks in the bedroom windows that the wind whistled through#my sister and I got to paint our room half pink and half purple#my brother was seven and just starting first grade and he cut himself with scissors#and fell down the stairs to the basement one day#our neighbours were farmers and they let us put up a rope swing in their hay barn#I was so tiny the grass reached my chin and whenever we went running through the hay fields I was assaulted by grasshoppers#*ping* on my forehead#the church smelled like potatoes all the time and the Sunday school teacher was named Miss Becky and I loved her#she gave me a toy horse for my sixth birthday#…#personal
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let's talk about how I made an "equines" deck (unicorns, pegasi, horses, ect) kind of as a meme deck but it actually goes fucking crazy
Lathiel is the commander and there's nothing quite like playing a lame 2/2 lifelink pegasus, and then a few turns later it's an 8/8 flier and if it attacks I can make it a 16/16
#in our first game i played felidar sovereign and became A Problem#but was stopped from winning bc someone went infinite#in the second game i got Crested Sunmare to stick around#and just started pumping out huge indestructible horses to run over the game#like I could take out the bad unicorns and just make it a lifegain/counters deck with way better creatures#but making a bad unicorn into a huge lifelink threat is part of the fun to me#mtg#ramblings
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People calling men that are barely below average height "short kings" are WEAK and will not survive the winter much less any season... instead start calling men under 5 foot short kings or die by my blade!!!!!
#it DOES bug me when people see a man whos like 5'4 and are like awww tiny baby short king uwu#first of all its infantalizing and makes you look like a fool. second of all. thats nothing#you havent seen anything#!!!#lighthearted post#but honestly like. im semi feminine presenting and afab. and people are such asshats to me about my height#its either them acting like im an innocent uwu bean and then being shocked when i mention sex or curse or live like a normal adult#or its just constant super weird remarks about my body. OOO YOUR HANDS ARE SO TINY!! yeah might be because my Whole Body is Like That#the WORST is people PICKING ME UP? which will result in a kick. you dont get to lift people you barely know into the air#honestly all the shit ive gotten about my height has made me really snarky about the whole subject#if you make a rude comment about it i will make one back!#but like idk being short makes me pretty athletic so. i can at times traverse difficult terrain when others cant >:)#if i could afford it i could take up jockeying and be the fucking best at it because horse can run real fast because im tiny#apparently climbing is surprisingly a lot easier for short people as well
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i may be bad at many, many video games. but i am comically bad at rdr2
#i keep accidentally killing ppl who attack me and then i get bounties#i keep taking too long looting when i've been mugged and i get even more bounties#i was trying to fight off a pack of wolves when the law men found me and had to fight off the wolves AND 6 law men long enough to run away#istg if i do anything other than hunt deer i get bounties put on my head im tired of paying them off#also i keep getting mugged by gangs more n more and fighting them is risky bc.. of the bounties...#i tried to save a man getting mauled by a wolf but i failed and he died#then some guy rides past me n this dead guy and reports it as murder and i get ANOTHER bounty#i've had to start giving ppl a wide berth when i ride past em bc 3x now if i was too close ppl got mad n started shooting me#and if i shoot back n kill them then there's ALWAYS a witness who reports it as murder christ#maybe i should just start hog tying ppl and leaving them like that#the game also hasn't taught me how to not kill ppl in melee fights so i dread getting challenged lmfao i don't want to kill these ppl! cmon!#anyway i tamed my first horse :-)#naming all my horses after beans#my stuff#i am not even to the 3rd chapter of the game yet i think i haven't even seen the bad predators or anything#major hijinks to ensue when bears start popping up fr
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How do you take a photo of time?
I've been watching the track events at the Olympics since I was a wee lad. It was a tradition in our family. We'd gather around our ancient low-definition 19 inch CRT television and watch tiny blobs compete against other tiny blobs and root for our country.
It was a bit like watching YouTube on your phone in 144p.
Several heroes emerged.
Jackie Joyner-Kersee was amazing.
You can't forget about Flo-Jo.
And then the Olympics decided NBA players were allowed in the competition.
Which formed... The Dream Team.
Was this fair?
Well... they won each game by an average of 44 points.
So... no. It was not fair.
Though it became more fair as time went on.
But, umm... yeah. The other teams looked like the Washington Generals and the US looked like the Harlem Globetrotters if they stopped screwing around half of the game.
But my absolute favorite Olympian was a runner named Michael Johnson.
He was cool as heck.
For one thing... gold shoes.
But he also had this crazy, upright, Tom Cruise-ish sprinting style that just made him look like a running robot on the track.
And in the 1996 Atlanta games he just trounced EVERYONE. I mean, it wasn't even close.
Yikes. Those losing blobs are probably really embarrassed.
Last night I decided to invigorate my nostalgia and watch the track events again. And I got to see one of the wildest races in history.
It didn't even last 10 seconds but it was one of the most exciting sporting events I've ever witnessed. Almost every runner won the race.
After I saw that initially, I was like... who the heck won???
Even in slow motion I wasn't sure.
This was one of the closest finishes in history. There has never been a race where all 8 runners were within this margin.
The arena was silent as the winner was being confirmed. The runners just kind of paced around waiting for official word. My best guess was the Jamaican runner, Kishane Thompson. But then the loudspeaker announced Noah Lyles.
The last tiny morsel of American pride burst out of me with a big "Wooooo!"
I forgot what it was like to be proud of my country. I wish it happened more often. But this young man, despite being last place in the first 3rd of the race, turned on the afterburners and won in a photo finish.
And that's when my inner nerd took over.
Because when they showed the photo finish image, it looked super weird.
Why is the track white?
Why do all of the runners look all warpy like that QWOP game?
So I went down a research rabbit hole to figure this out.
Photo finishes are actually fascinating. The first photo finish captured the end of a horse race in 1890. But that was mostly luck and timing. The actual photo finish mechanisms weren't used until 1937.
Originally they would film the finish line through a physical slit.
And the first horsie head that appeared in that slit would be the winner. This technology ended a huge aspect of corruption in horse race fixing almost overnight.
But we have come a long way since then. And I'd like to introduce you to the Omega Scan 'O' Vision Ultimate.
This slow motion camera sits fixed on the finish line of every race. The concept of the photo finish has remained remarkably similar to the 1930s approach. The camera sensor is specially designed to only record a vertical slit.
Only the finish line itself is actually captured.
And because it limits what it records to only that slit, it can capture 40,000 frames per second to get amazing temporal resolution.
So why don't the photo finishes just look like, well... this?
That is because the camera takes a picture of time more-so than dimensional space. I guess it would be more accurate to say it *assembles* a picture of time.
As the runners cross the finish line, the camera combines all of the little strips of pictures into a single image.
It's almost like if you tried to reassemble a piece of paper after it had been shredded.
Imagine each strip of paper is a picture of ONLY the finish line, just at a slightly different point in time.
What if someone stopped on the finish line and didn't move... what would that look like?
Once they got there, the same part of their body would just be repeated.
So the right side of the photo finish picture represents earlier in time and it just assembles the image strip by strip as time passes and you literally get a picture of time itself.
NEAT!
Okay, but how do they determine the winner from the photo finish?
I mean, that shoe looks like it is ahead of Noah Lyles!
Clavicles!
The IAFF rules state the foremost part of the torso must cross the finish line first. And the endpoint of the torso is the outer end of the clavicle.
So if you get this bone across the finish line first, you win the race.
Two more fun facts!
The start of the race is actually just as carefully timed as the end of the race. There are sensors in the starting blocks of each runner.
The starting gun also has an electronic sensor.
They have determined the fastest a human can react to the sound of a gun is roughly 100 milliseconds. So if you start running before 100 milliseconds they know you didn't actually hear the gun, you just got antsy and started running too early.
And the final fun fact...
Did you notice the Omega logo at the top of the photo finish?
That isn't superimposed or added after the fact. That is captured by the camera.
But if this image is composed only of tiny little slivers, how did they get the Omega logo to show up?
That is a little display. And it is synchronized with the Scan 'O' Vision Ultimate to show a little sliver of the Omega logo for each frame captured.
So when the final image is stitched together, it looks like a cohesive logo at the top of the photo.
Pretty clever, Omega!
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this is so true 😩 absolutely 0 survival skills
"if we make america worse and more of a dictatorship that will be even harder to unravel and make it the way we want the country to be, maybe then everyone will join our Glorious Revolution!" bb girl you cant even be in the same room with someone who thinks you should vote, how in tf do you think you're gonna unite people to fight in The Revolution with you? it's gonna be you and your 5 friends, i hate to break it to you.
#do you know how to make a fire?#do you know how to survive outside for a long period of time w/o bug spray?#do you know how to cook food over a campfire?#do you know how to forage and what to forage for?#do you know how to hunt at all?#would you know the correct combination of herbs n such to make soap to bathe yourself?#do you even know how to find water?#do you know how to find where you are w/o a compass?#do you know how to listen to the movement of animals and take hints from them about whats going on in the world?#would you tolerate being stinky for long periods of time and likely wear the same 3 pairs of clothes if that?#do you know how to survive w/o your little luxuries and essentials like lotion n shit?#what about your prescriptions? how will you get them filled?#i mean we're running away from the far right rn we're sure as fuck not staying in our houses#do you know how to drive????????? i don't either#do you know how to ride a horse?#do you know how to use a gun or any other type of weapon quite frankly?#do you know how to disappear w/o a trace?#do you know how to find/build shelter w/o a tent?#do you know how to survive w/o toilet paper ?!!??!?#what if you get injured- do you know how to heal your wounds w/o a first aid kit?#do you know how to navigate w/o your phone?#do you know how to clean river water to make it drinkable?#do you have ANY bare minimum wilderness survival skills? wb how to fight? any self defense?#we're gonna hafta become nomadic i mean they got cops on their side yall#my guess is majority of leftists larping about a revolution in AMERICA... dont even have a quarter of the skills ive listed.#its a militarized government.#guys i think you're woefully unprepared#DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO IDENTIFY POISONOUS/TOXIC PLANTS?????????? *BESIDES* POISON IVY???#how will you acquire food? even if you made like a prepper and stockpiled everything it still wouldnt last forever#and lets be honest you likely dont have the money to invest in that kinda stockpiling anyways
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i love my catsssss i love my Kitties i love them soooo much
#sometimes i feel like making a post. but i don’t share art or writing publically anymore and i don’t really care to do lil diary entries#like ye olde days#neutral middle ground Cats i love my Cats#these two are named apollo (left) and ricky (right)#they are both just over a year old but apollo is at least a month younger than ricky bc the shelter lied about his age#like. this guy definitely isn’t 8 weeks old. he can barely eat solids. cmon. cmon you neutered HIM (gestures to baby apollo) he weighs 1 lb!#ricky is like if a stuffed animal was a cat. named after ricky trailerparkboys. he’s about as smart#but he sure is a lover!!!!#apollo acts like a little Horsie it’s very charming#like. he does not do a normal cat run. he gallops like a horse. he throws his head around like how a horse does before they take off#he has pony mannerisms#ricky is our first CERTIFIED LAP CAT the man loves sitting in a lap he just settles in and goes prrrrrrrrrrrr and he’s all happy about it#it’s spectacular#love those guys. they are but two out of eleven. and yet they are so special#they’re all so special#i talk
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it's been three weeks since arranged!gojo, your husband, the man you're growing to care deeply for, told you he'd be back.
there was some dispute he needed to oversee with the eastern tribes, something about the land that one was fighting for, but he promised, promised, it wouldn't take over a week to settle.
now it's been nearly a month, and there has not been a single word from him.
your maids told you this was normal, but you didn't miss how they spoke in hushed tones, their brows furrowed nervously whenever the name gojo came up.
you can't sleep in his bed, the smell of him overtaking your senses and making you go insane. you go back to your old room, huffing as you turn around each night, not able to sleep. other times you'd pace the floors, picking at your nails until they bled, wondering about what could've happened, not able to shake off your last moments with him whenever you got to thinking too hard.
"i'll be back," he had murmured in your hair, cradling you close to his chest as he said his goodbyes. his strong arms caged you in, and you had no room to fight him off as you tried to nod.
"bring back some eastern sugar," you said, "i've heard it's good for pies," your words were muffled, trying to cheer up the mood. you heard him laugh, his chest rumbling a little bit, but there was a hint of anxiety laced in it.
"i'll miss you," gojo finally whispered, his men in the background shouting for the others to hurry up.
"i know," you mumbled, craning your head to look up at him, trying to crack a smile that just came out wobbly, "but i won't tell you i missed you till you come back."
he smiled, rolling his eyes as his thumb ran up and down your cheek.
"i promise i will."
well now it's four weeks later and you can't sleep at night, your past words haunting you, wondering if you should've just told him what he wanted to hear in case...
but a couple nights later, when you're sitting at your desk, looking out the window, you hear it.
the clacking of horse hoofs, their scattered neighs.
you almost think you've gone delirious from sleep deprivation, rubbing at your eyes as you stumble closer to the windowsill, squinting your eyes as you look in the dark.
but you see the distant torch, the way it's getting closer and closer to the estate.
you have no care for modesty, pulling a thin robe over your body as you run out of your door, nearly falling down the stairs as you skip every other one, your bare feet hitting the stone with such force that you nearly break it.
the maids and servants around you are bustling to get ready for their return, but you don't care, weaving your way through their bodies as you run out through the entrance. you can feel your feet getting scraped up by the rocks, the cold autumn wind biting at your barely clad skin, but you feel like you're not moving fast enough.
his horse is the first one you see, leading the group of tired and aching men. his black stallion is dark as the night itself, and you doubt he can see you.
but gojo does, and when his eyes find the shadow of your body from across the field he's abandoning formation, his feet kicking the side of the horse to make it go faster.
it's rushed, and the closer he gets the more you can see the damage on his body. the bandages around his arms, the ones that peek out from his tunic on his shoulder. his face is littered with scrapes and bruises, but his smile is blinding.
you run to meet him, watching as he mounts off of the animal, his strong arms throwing themselves around you are nearly crushing and almost makes you stumble backward if not for his support.
there's a heavy silence that follows, and you're glad that his men take the hint to go another way, knowing the dangers of leaving you two out alone on a field.
you can't breathe, your arms so tight around his neck that you're worried you might be choking him. the way he lifts you to get you closer to him would make your body heat up if not for the fact that you know he needs you to be almost one with him.
"i thought you died," you say bluntly, your words said wetly into his neck, your scattered tears wetting his skin.
"i know," gojo murmurs, feeling like he can finally breathe for the first time in a month.
he finds your lips in a messy kiss, biting at your plush skin as you moan, feeling like if he didn't have you near to him he'd probably die. he smells your lavender oil dotted on your neck, the lingering sweetness on your lips from something you probably baked to help with your stress.
his hands lift you up further by your hips, his strength, despite his injuries, still unbridled as you wrap your legs around his waist, your fingers weaving into his snow-white locks as you hear him mumble curses beneath you.
"i missed you," you say against his lips, his feverish kisses driving you to madness. the way you say it with a choked-out sob, your tears mixing with his own.
gojo whines, biting at your neck as he tries to hide his face away, the vulnerability that you bring out of him is something that even his enemies would probably gawk over.
"i promised i'd come back," his voice is nearly gone with the way he says it in between his sloppy kisses on your neck, tugging at the fabric that hides the bareness of your chest with his teeth.
you crane your head to look at him, hitting the back of his head gently with an angered look.
"three weeks late," you reprimand him, almost reveling in the stricken and kicked look he gives you with those eyes.
he goes to say something but stops, shuffling your weight onto one of his arms (he had the right to brag about his strength), and rummages around one of the pockets of his trousers, pulling out a bag as he waves it in front of your face.
you gasp, suddenly climbing off of him as you turn it around with your fingers. he pouts at the fact that you detached from him, trying to wrap his arms around your waist to haul you back up.
"is this...?" you look up at him, new tears sprouting in your eyes as you wail, almost dramatically as your head hits his chest with a thump, pulling him into another hug as you seem to sob louder from when you first saw him.
"you cry more over the sugar than me?" he mutters petulantly, his hand still cradling the back of your head as you just limply stand there.
"don't ever leave again." you bite out, pinching his back as he yelps, but still leaving a searing kiss on the side of your face.
"i won't...my lady," he whispers teasingly, and this time, his promise is undying. he'd be a stupid man if he ever willing left this again.
fuck those state affairs. gojo would rather be home with his wife, watching her bake as she scolds him for eating her batter.
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have you ever written a camp rock horse fanfiction tho
no.....i don't think i ever would i don't think those genres blend in my head?? but there was one camp rock horse au on ffn that i think had like two chapters if im remembering correctly
#replies#the story takes place in my hometown so sending those characters to go see a horse would just be like#sending them to the place i got into them to run away from in the first place
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And it may also translate to "it's possible to live without a car here in some or even most neighborhoods. Others will mysteriously be transit deserts and poor & desperate people will spend over 2 hours one way commuting to/from work via bus. Even in heavily connected neighborhoods you'll definitely wish it was way better instead of severely underfunded."
At least, that's my take as someone who lives in a 3 person/1 car household in Philly. The neighborhood we're in is fantastic in terms of transit, walkability, and bike ability. But we picked it on purpose for those things, because we had the means to and didn't want to drive as much. There are stilll neighborhoods that to get to from where we are take an hour and a half or more via public transit, with multiple transfers, and infrequent routes if the weekend/holiday schedule is in use. Car though will take maybe 30 minutes in heavy traffic. And SEPTA pays its drivers like shit so even in the most well-connected neighborhoods stuff is frequently cancelled bc there just aren't enough drivers.
If a city in North America has “good public transit” what that translates to is “it’s possible to live without a car here but you’ll still wish it was way better”
#anyway yes i am back on my high horse about septa#bc i want to not drive ever unless i'm going outside the city#and i'm tired of septa being like 'oh it should only take you a little under an hour to get to synagogue!'#well except on weekends ya know when shabbat is#oh and those are the first routes we cancel if we're low on drivers#and it only runs every 30 mins on weekends but is usually late#so hope you didn't have time dependent plans!#ya know...like shabbat services#anyway septa pay your people better challenge 2024/2025
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