#The man 319

[eternallyhyucks]

sungchan as a down bad college bf

— no warnings, fluff, wc: 319 , req by anon :)

— i was listening to heavy by the marías while writing this and this song is so sungchan

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would definitely text you about random things that happen to him throughout the day like you’re his notes app

“i saw a frog today”

“someone just tripped up the stairs”

“forgot my keys at home”

100% would go to your classes with you if he was free

“can i come today too?”

“not today, have an exam😓”

“i’ll take it for you🤗”

physical touch!

i definitely see him as the type to love holding hands and just keeping you close in general☹️

buys matching keychains bc everyone needs to know how cute and cool you guys are

so many study dates

he probably ends up getting distracted by staring at you half the time, but he cant help it if you’re so beautiful all the time

you’d def have to scold him a couple (a lot) of times before he actually does his own work

if you work an on campus job, he would visit all the time and fight the urge to apply just to be able to work with you LOL

late night walks <3!

would show up to your dorm or apartment at like 12am and say “let’s go” with zero context

i feel like he’d be a popular campus crush, but he makes sure it doesn’t bother you at because he only has eyes for you :D

definitely the type to be late to class and still find a way to see you before it

vlogs his walks to class even if you’ll see him an hour or two later (and makes you do the same)

during the weeks where both of you are busy, he would facetime and text you as much as he can, sending small encouraging words throughout the day to help both of you get through tougher days

down bad sungchan, the man you are😭

©eternallyhyucks

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[my-castles-crumbling]

airport au - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 319

Remus Lupin had a problem.

His problem, of course, had beautiful, long, black hair, multiple facial piercings, and stunning gray eyes.

Stunning gray eyes that were currently closed. Because the problem was asleep.

Asleep on his shoulder, that is.

It had started when Remus had been sat next to possibly the most attractive man in the world during his seven-hour flight back from the US. And the man had thrown him a casual, heartbreakingly beautiful grin, and immediately popped his Airpods in his ears.

And Remus had thought that would be that. He wouldn't get the nerve up to talk to the man. Until, of course, the man fell asleep. On Remus's shoulder.

And now? Remus had to pee.

He tried not to squirm. Really, he did. But he had to go, and he'd had a lot of water and maybe a shot or two to calm himself before the flight, and after another shifting of his body, the man startled, his head jerking up and his eyes flickering towards Remus.

"Erm...bathroom?" Remus murmured, trying to answer the questioning in the man's eyes.

But he must've said it in a way that sounded like he was inviting him or something, because the man smirked a bit and said, "Er...as much as I'd like to join the mile-high club, I don't think-"

"No!" Remus interrupted, louder, now. God, he was probably bright red. "I have to go to the bathroom. So...could you move?" Mortified. He was mortified.

But the man continued to smile, his eyes roving over Remus's face a bit. "Right. Sorry."

And Remus was quite happy to leave it at that. But when he returned from the bathroom, he man said lightly, "I'm Sirius. And you?"

"Remus."

"Remus. I'm not against bathroom trysts on the ground. With the right bloke. Just so you know," he clarified, smirking suggestively.

And suddenly, Remus couldn't wait to land.

[le-monchou]

the man behind a beast

maybe it's nice to just rest for a bit, and not think about anything at all. || 319 words

tagging: @nemisisnemi, @fungifanart, @artistnettles, @aivy-saur, @puowei

no one expects to find the second prince of the sunset savannah in a dingy bar in pyroxene, surely a headline for tomorrow. the air, thick with the scent of cheap cigarette smoke and aged whiskey and ugly rum, he sits idly, far away from the image he presents himself as. simple jewellery, hair messy in a manner most people would call seductive. lips being chewed on as he ruminates on his whiskey.

the most interesting thing of all of your observations though, is the fact that he seems... less violent. there is no mean streak you can see, no sweat and blood and lust for revenge and violence to be smelt. and so you do something most people would call you insane for. you slide right next to him.

"you're staring," the beastman next to you rumbles, pushing his glass around like vegetables on a plate a petulant child wouldn't eat. "see something you like?" tired eyes pierce your very soul, but somehow, they're full of life, wide-eyed and happy like this is exactly what he'd been looking for.

you smirk and shrug, leaning on him dramatically. "and you look like you're enjoying yourself here. shitty whiskey better than that leroy blah-blah you were gifted?"

"far better." a sip, and then another, and then an exhale on your face like he blew smoke that makes you scrunch your nose at him. "maybe i am."

"hmm?"

"enjoying myself, i mean. maybe i am. or maybe..." he trails off, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles, pausing to nibble on one where the bone is especially prominent. the motion is nothing serious, but oh, how pretty he looks in the shittest lighting known to mankind. "maybe i just want to be leona tonight."

there's nothing to say to that. and if there's a kiss that goes into something more, well. like leona says,

that's your business, ain't it?

i wrote this under 10 minutes. it is bad i sorry. very sleepy. have project due soon. inspired by this by @.nekobayasi on twitter.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: The 4 Kinds of Love

Rollo May, in his 1969 book, "Love and Will," identified 4 kinds of love in Western tradition.

SEX

A biological function that can be satisfied through sexual intercourse or some other release of sexual tension.

Although it has become cheapened in modern Western societies, “it still remains the power of procreation, the drive which perpetuates the race, the source at once of the human being’s most intense pleasure and his [or her] most pervasive anxiety” (May, 1969, p. 38).

May believed that in ancient times sex was taken for granted, just as eating and sleeping were taken for granted.

In modern times, sex has become a problem:

First, during the Victorian period, Western societies generally denied sexual feelings, and sex was not a topic of conversation in polite company.

Then, during the 1920s, people reacted against this sexual suppression; sex suddenly came into the open and much of Western society was preoccupied with it.

May pointed out that society went from a period when having sex was fraught with guilt and anxiety to a time when not having it brought about guilt and anxiety.

EROS

In the United States, sex is frequently confused with eros.

Sex is a physiological need that seeks gratification through the release of tension.

Eros is a psychological desire that seeks procreation or creation through an enduring union with a loved one.

Eros is making love; sex is manipulating organs.

Eros is the wish to establish a lasting union; sex is the desire to experience pleasure.

Eros “takes wings from human imagination and is forever transcending all techniques, giving the laugh to all the ‘how to’ books by gaily swinging into orbit above our mechanical rules” (May, 1969, p. 74).

Eros is built on care and tenderness.

It longs to establish an enduring union with the other person, such that both partners experience delight and passion and both are broadened and deepened by the experience.

Because the human species could not survive without desire for a lasting union, eros can be regarded as the salvation of sex.

PHILIA

Eros, the salvation of sex, is built on the foundation of philia.

An intimate nonsexual friendship between two people.

Philia cannot be rushed; it takes time to grow, to develop, to sink its roots.

Examples of philia would be the slowly evolving love between siblings or between lifelong friends.

“Philia does not require that we do anything for the beloved except accept him, be with him, and enjoy him. It is friendship in the simplest, most direct terms” (May, 1969).

Harry Stack Sullivan placed great importance on preadolescence, that developmental epoch characterized by the need for a chum, someone who is more or less like oneself.

According to Sullivan, chumship or philia is a necessary requisite for healthy erotic relationships during early and late adolescence.

May, who was influenced by Sullivan at the William Alanson White Institute, agreed that philia makes eros possible.

The gradual, relaxed development of true friendship is a prerequisite for the enduring union of two people.

AGAPE

Just as eros depends on philia, so philia needs agape.

May (1969) defined agape as “esteem for the other, the concern for the other’s welfare beyond any gain that one can get out of it; disinterested love, typically, the love of God for man” (p. 319).

Agape is altruistic love.

It is a kind of spiritual love that carries with it the risk of playing God.

It does not depend on any behaviors or characteristics of the other person. In this sense, it is undeserved and unconditional.

In Summary

Healthy adult relationships blend all four forms of love.

They are based on sexual satisfaction, a desire for an enduring union, genuine friendship, and an unselfish concern for the welfare of the other person.

Such authentic love, unfortunately, is quite difficult.

It requires self-affirmation and the assertion of oneself.

“At the same time it requires tenderness, affirmation of the other, relaxing of competition as much as possible, self-abnegation at times in the interests of the loved one, and the age-old virtues of mercy and forgiveness” (May, 1981).

Sources: May, R. (1969). Love and will; May, R. (1981). Freedom and destiny

If these writing notes inspire you in any way, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read your work!

[party-pri3st]

Pandreo's normally-unshakeable faith feels brittle today. He's been overhearing prayers to Fodlan's Goddess, and he wants so badly to understand, but…no matter how many scriptures he reads, no matter how much he prays, he can't hear Her voice. He only sees the Divine One, wonders if his prayers will even reach them from here. 

He's aware, distantly, that a priest might normally denounce gods that aren't his own. The monastery's priests would certainly frown upon Pandreo's own faith. But for Pandreo, other gods only spark curiosity. He wants his heart to be big enough for all of them, for any who might hear him. He's on his way out of the cathedral, the near-constant buzzing of hymns slowly growing faint. He doesn't think he looks mopey, but perhaps he does. There's not even a destination in mind; the grounds are big enough that he can just walk straight for a while. His vision grows distant, thoughts consumed. 

And then…there's a faint panting and scampering, like a…dog? There are stray dogs all over the monastery, but this one is huge, like the wolves from Solm. He notices the familiar shape of his own scarf in the creature's jaws; its eyes are expectant.

"Aww." Pandreo softens, reaching out cautiously to scritch the back of the wolf's neck. "I didn't even notice this was gone. You're a very good boy for bringing it back." He gently pulls the scarf from its mouth - it's a bit…wet…but that'll teach him to pay more attention to his surroundings.

And he lingers in the moment, running his fingers through the wolf's fur. He thinks about how simple it might be to be a wolf - especially one tamed by the monastery, finding lost items and getting pets. Sounds wonderful right about now.

"I wonder," Pandreo mutters aloud, hoping no one else is within earshot. "You don't hear her either, do you? We probably have that in common."

man of dog

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[landograndprix]

where your heart truly lies ✾ l.n - iv

❧ in which you and lando are not together, right?

❧ this series contains topics of cheating and such, don't read if it's not your cup of tea; also poor grammar & typos in edits but it adds ✨ character ✨ :')

❧ prev part – next part

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y/nlandooo lando & y/n core <3

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[geoviki]

Mo Guan Shan’s Big Feelings

Mo Guan Shan, resident tsundere of 19 Days, pretends to be tough and hard-hearted.  But he’s easily and frequently reduced to tears, as we soon realize.  In fact, he cries so often in the story that this post is pretty massive.

MGS cries as a child, of course.  He’s in a clinic in his mom’s arms when She Li first becomes obsessed with him (ch 294).

MGS has a bad dream about the day his dad told little Guan Shan he couldn’t come to the school’s robot fair (ch 392).

MGS cries in other dreams too.  Soon after meeting He Tian, he has a sensual dream of being comforted in He Tian’s arms after being bullied.  Look closely – there are little tears falling as He Tian assures him he’s the “most invincible badass.” (ch 250)

True to form, he cries in the Santa fantasy extra when his house is destroyed (ch 345).

MGS cries when he’s frustrated, like in this episode after the play when he can’t untie himself to pee (ch 359).

MGS is a weepy drunk as well.  After accidentally destroying Brother Qiu’s bike (ch 427), he drunkenly sobs in bed as he vows to somehow repay him. 

Later, while MGS is still drunk, He Tian slips and falls while carrying him, ripping Mo’s pants in front of He Cheng (ch 429).  MGS cries from embarrassment.

Unsurprisingly, MGS cries over his dad.  After He Tian unknowingly brings him to dinner at what is probably his father’s former restaurant, we see a young MGS in flashback crying in fear at the chaos around him.  Present-day MGS flees and He Tian finds him crying in the parking lot (ch 217)

One of the more moving chapters shows MGS breaking down as he visits his father in prison for the first time (ch 240).

MGS cries from sheer anger in several chapters.  The earliest is when He Tian forces an unwanted kiss on him as a misplayed joke (ch 174-175).  He Tian is taken aback by Mo’s strong, tearful reaction.  It’s probably the first time someone doesn’t try to placate He Tian when he’s being a jerk, and he begins to take MGS more seriously after this.

MGS tries to end his friendship with He Tian after the school play that indirectly causes him to lose his meager job.  He Tian doesn’t help matters by waving money at him as they quarrel.  MGS weeps with anger and says, “Standing with you makes me feel like a failure.”  (ch 364)

He cries in anger once more as he watches incredulously as She Li incinerates his backpack (ch 368).  (She Li seems to walk around carrying gasoline like it’s no big deal – what’s up with that?)

MGS cries when he’s worried.  When he digs frantically through the mudslide during their ill-fated mountain hike, he thinks He Tian has been buried alive.  When He Tian calls out, MGS throws his teary self into He Tian’s arms (ch 329).

MGS’s worry is clear when the last violent fight with She Li is finally over and He Tian has won (ch 408).  The battle was so fierce that by the end He Tian is crying too, and soon they’re embracing (I sense a pattern here!)

MGS often cries when his emotions overwhelm him.  Early on, after MGS is rescued from the fiasco of agreeing to take the blame for a serious crime, He Tian tells him, “Don’t try to shoulder everything yourself.” (ch 188).  MGS tears up at the thought that someone like He Tian has his back.

MGS ends up full-on sobbing in He Tian’s arms (again) when he finally admits why She Li has a hold over him: because of the homeless man who tried to kill him (ch 319).

In one of the most traumatic scenes (and a personal favorite), both guys shed a lot of tears when He Tian finds him after She Li has tortured and burned him (ch 369-370).  These chapters mark a turning point in their relationship from friends to more.

MGS is shown when he’s happy only once, and that memorable event will happen in their future: that Christmas night when He Tian returns and proposes with matching rings (ch 412).  Cue the waterworks!

Thanks to all of the translators who provide the English versions of the story!

[mochie85]

To Remember You By

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Summary: You try your best to end the relationship. Pairing: Loki x Reader x Bucky Word Count: 319 Warnings: Nothing explicit, but does suggest it heavily.

You had enough. You didn’t think you could survive. A relationship with one man would’ve been extraordinary enough, but dealing with both Avengers simultaneously was taxing, to say the least.

“That’s why I think it would be best if we stop.” You said not looking at either of their eyes.

“I don’t get it, doll. Did we do something wrong?” Bucky asked you concerned.

“Is there something we didn’t do, darling?” Loki added soon after.

“No. no. It’s neither of you. Really!” you tried easing the pain. “It’s…”

“Don’t give me that line. Don’t you dare say it.” Bucky warned.

“What line?” Loki asked.

“The ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ line. I’ve used that line. Most of the time it most definitely is the other person! It’s us, isn’t it?!”

“No, no, no. Really!” you tried again.

“Is it one of us?” Loki asked conspiratorially.

“Hey, man! What are you trying to say?!” Bucky started. Both of them started arguing, listing out faults with the other.

“Guys, GUYS! STOP!” you yelled. You stood in between, separating them with your hands out to their torso.

Loki reached for your hand and held it tighter against his chest. “Is there anything we can do to change your mind?” He took your hand to his lips and kissed it gingerly. Loki’s lips on any part of your body always left you speechless. This time is no different as you tried to remember why you wanted to stop seeing them in the first place.

You tried to back away but you were blocked by Bucky’s hard chest. Bucky’s fingers traced your arm up to your shoulders. He gathered your hair together at the nape of your neck and moved it to one side. His lips grazed along your shoulder, up to just behind your ear. “If you’re gonna leave us, at least leave us with a really good memory to remember you by.”

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[badgalsasuke]

So Kishimoto has talked about how he referenced Raimi's Spider-man movies in the Naruto manga and we all realized he was talking about the iconic upside down kiss that inspired the panel of Sasuke looking at Naruto under the rain

If you've read Naruto and watched Raimi's Spider-man trilogy then you would not be surprised that Kishimoto likes PeterMJ, after all Raimi used several romantic tropes that Kishimoto also likes and implemented in his own work.

So I've decided to make this post drawing the similarities between both couples.

Both relationships are the core of their respective stories. Kishimoto states that without Sasuke there is no Naruto, and the story would be over in ten chapters. In Raimi's Spider-man, the first thing Peter Parker tells us is that his story revolves around a girl, Mary Jane Watson.

2. Compassion for the outcast: Both Naruto and Peter Parker start their series as outcast losers who are made fun of by their peers and subjected to their cruelty. Mary Jane is the first person we see show compassion towards Peter with no ulterior motive; she demands for the bus to stop after Peter had been chasing them for blocks begging them to stop. Similarly, Sasuke is also the first person (as in a peer, not a father figure) in the manga to show compassion to Naruto; their team had been ordered to not share food with Naruto after he broke some rules of a test, otherwise they'd be all failed and their careers as ninjas would end. Sasuke didn't care about this and still fed him anyway after seeing how hungry he was.

3. Both MJ and Sasuke are Peter and Naruto's driving forces. In the spider-man movie when Aunt May is at the hospital, Peter and MJ share a very heartfelt conversation where Peter says the following:

The great thing about Mj is… when you look in her eyes and she’s looking back in yours everything feels not quite normal because you feel stronger and weaker at the same time, you feel excited and at the same time terrified. The truth is you don’t know what you feel except you know what kind of man you wanna be, is if you’ve reached the unreachable and you weren’t ready for it.

In Naruto ch. 319 we see Naruto training a new technique but failing during the day. Then, at night he sees a shooting star, takes his hand to his heart and thinks about Sasuke, that's when he decides to get up and continue training all night, the next day he's finally been succesful in his new technique and Kakashi acknowledges his driving force is Sasuke. Sasuke inspires and moves Naruto to become the ninja he wants to be.

Other examples of MJ and Sasuke being the driving forces of the MC are in Spider-man 2 Peter loses his powers when he thinks Mary Jane no longer loves him and wants nothing to do with him, but after she asks him to meet him in a café and confesses she wants to kiss him because she believes she still loves him, he regains his powers immediately and is able to detect with his re-gained spidersense Doc Ock has just thrown a car at them.

And in Naruto's ch. 647-648 we see a defeated and exhausted Naruto losing hope on winning the war they're fighting, then Sasuke jumps in and without needing to give a grand speech and simply saying "That's all you got? I'm just getting started" is able to move Naruto and encourage him to keep fighting to the point when Naruto shares his chakra with everybody else they all see his thoughts and sense his feelings on how important Sasuke is for him.

Hehe Naruto is crazy for Sasuke. This is such an insane thing to do lmfao.

4. Going berserk for their loved ones. In the first Spider-man movie Peter is being defeated by the Green Goblin and he tells Peter: "Had you not been so selfish, you're little girlfriend's death would've been quick and painless but now that you've really pissed me off I'm gonna finish her nice and slow. MJ and I... we're gonna have a hell of a time". After this, Peter Parker became furious and almost beat the Green Goblin to death. Then, in Spider-man 2, Doc Ock attacks Peter and MJ then tells Peter to find Spider-man otherwise he'll peel the flesh off MJ's bones, Peter Parker who had lost his powers, once again becomes furious.

In Naruto's case, in ch. 27 we see how Haku almost kills Sasuke but Naruto believed he had managed to kill him so for the first time in his life, he unleashes the Kyuubi powers and almost kills Haku. Then again, in ch. 291 Naruto unleashes 4 tails of the kyuubi after Orochimaru calls Sasuke "My Sasuke-kun".

5. Miscommunication between the main character and their loved one. Throughout the Spider-Man trilogy we see Peter and MJ struggle to communicate with each other. Peter in particular, is unable to tell Mary Jane he loves her because he's also Spider-man and he believes that'd put her in danger, but he never explains to MJ the situation so she's left not knowing if Peter loves her for certain or not and she also doesn't understand all this back and forth he puts her through.

Kishimoto is a sucker for the miscommunication trope, he loves that shit and in his manga that's basically what's moving the plot forward. Throughout the entire manga Naruto is discovering what his true feelings for Sasuke are but he's never truly clear whenever he tries to explain them to Sasuke, hence why the latter is constantly asking Naruto why is he doing everything he does for him, basically going "what are we?" lol

[acquamarine23]

sexting with old man!logan

a/n: these pictures have nothing to do with how the reader looks like. i couldn’t find any “appropriate” nudes so i’ve put this one, again, HAS NO MEANING! this is also my first time writing anything spicy , so please be gently on me . english isn’t my first language so any grammar mistake you see…notify me xx . i wasn’t confident with my writing and that’s why this is SO SHORT, but i had to put this idea out there.

word counter: 319

𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

You were away from Logan for a good five days now. You’ve missed him like a crazy. Missing his touch, kisses, voice, jokes, grumpiness and….touch. Again.

You guys have been texting each other every day since you‘ve left. But this particular night, you were needing him more. Missing him much more.

“I miss you Lo.”

“I miss you too princess, you know that. Can’t wait to see you again.”

“Are you alone?”. This sudden message surprised him, wondering why you would question that.

“Yes why?”

You’ve angled your phone camera in your mirror capturing your body in nothing else but your lingerie. You were smart enough to bring the black pair that Logan adored, always weak when seeing you in it.

You took a picture and sent it to him immediately after.

“All I can think of is you Lo. Can’t wait to feel you again.”

“You’re making me so hard princess.”

“Wish I was there to help you with that”

“God, I want to fuck you so bad baby. I need to fuck you.”

You got even more excited, knowing how he was reacting to you and your photo, it made you boost your ego.

“God if you were here right now, the things I’d do to you.”

“Tell me Lo, what would you do?”

“I bet she’s soaking right now, thinking about my tongue in her”

He wasn’t wrong, you were indeed soaking wet. More he texted, more you were intoxicated just by the thought of his hips meeting yours, calling you his good girl, praising you, playing with your breasts while eating you out.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Typing with one hand basically bub.”

Little after that he sent you a video. Holding himself in his hand moaning your name as he was stroking roughly.

[devilishchaos]

Rings | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: pure fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Y/N is pregnant and her rings don't fit anymore.

Warnings: just fluff that made me cry; use of pet names "babe", "baby"; mentions of struggling during pregnancy; soft Rúben (I had to)

Word Count: 1 319 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

“Babe, what are you doing?” you hear Rúben’s voice, mixed with curiosity and amusement, as he walks into your shared bedroom and finds you in a position that’s more than questionable. Lying on the bed with your legs up in the air, feet against the wall and one single sock miserably hanging off your left foot. 

“What does it look like I’m doing Dias?” you manage to mumble, totally out of breath. Your full-time job as a watermelon, aka a pregnant woman, is kicking in now at only six months pregnant, and being this huge now makes the easiest thing seem like rocket science. 

“Are you doing some kind of yoga?” he guesses walking over to you as you keep trying to get your way around with that damn sock. He sits beside you, watching you completely amused by your stunt as you struggle to see anything from your belly. 

“I’ve been trying to put on this fucking sock for about twenty minutes now, but I can’t!” you cry out, feeling the frustration bursting out of you, tears dwelling in your eyes. Both of you are aware that it’s just the hormones messing with your head, but it still makes you feel like a loser, not able to put on your own socks. 

“Hey, hey, no!” Rúben softly coos as he gently grabs your ankles and places your legs on his lap. Grabbing the sock that’s hanging from your foot and he easily rolls it all the way up your foot before reaching for the other one on the nightstand and putting it on as well. 

“Talk to me baby, what’s wrong exactly?” he murmurs, his magical fingers working on your feet, massaging the swollen limbs with ease. 

“You won’t get it..” you sob, throwing your arms to the side, staring up at the ceiling. 

“I want to try. Please, talk to me.” he pleads and you can’t hold a soft moan back when he hits a spot on your sole that’s been in pain for days. 

“I just..” You let out a shaky breath blinking the tears away, not wanting to cry again in front of Rúben. “..I don’t feel like myself and I feel huge, like, humongous..bending is not an option for me anymore. It’s really hard, I keep reminding myself of the blessing that’s gonna happen once this pregnancy is over, but it still doesn’t change the fact that I’ve been feeling miserable in my own skin for months.”

You can’t stop yourself from talking, the most absurd thoughts have been stirring in your mind lately and even though it’s for sure because of the baby, you still found yourself judging your own thoughts. 

“I don’t feel comfortable in anything, I am itchy all over and that drives me crazy. My feet and hands are so swollen, it’s almost scary..” you continue holding your hands up as you take a look at your sausage-like fingers. “..and today I’m afraid I reached the point where my rings aren’t ringing anymore. I couldn’t put them on, they just would not go on my finger. And it made me really sad, because I love wearing my wedding stack so much and it means so much to me..I feel like I’m the worst pregnant woman on Earth.” you moan covering your eyes with your hands. 

“Babe, look at me.” he pleads, gently squeezing your feet, but you shake your head 'no'. Your eyes are probably red already. “Baby, please look at me.” he tries again and this time you peek at him. 

A warm, kind smile sits on his soft lips and his eyes shine so bright like the most expensive diamonds on the planet. Your heart is flooded with love just by one look from him and you could cry over how much you love this man.

“You’re not big, you’re pregnant. There is another human inside you which is just mind-blowing and your body is amazing for doing what it’s been doing for these past months. I know pregnancy has been hard and I can only imagine what you're going through. It’s okay to be sad, I know you can’t help it. And as for the rings - Meu amor, It’s okay, you will wear them again after the baby is born, just because you can’t wear your rings, doesn’t mean we love each other any less.” 

“But I wanna wear them.” you said with a pout.

“Here..let’s try this.” he took your hand in his and tried to put his wedding band as a replacement of yours, but his one was too big for your fingers so it didn’t stay on. 

A heavy sigh blows through your lips as you close your eyes for a few seconds. 

“It’s okay. I will be fine..I’m just emotional, I wasn’t prepared for this day to come - where my rings no longer fit..” you gave him your best smile and suggested that you go through your guy’s day, because you knew he will have a tough training and had to leave soon. 

*

It was now close to 7 p.m. and Rúben had returned not long ago. You two were chilling on the couch in the living room after having a quick dinner, a random movie playing on the TV. 

“So how did training go?” you asked, glancing over at him. 

“It went well. Better than I thought it would.” he responded “How was your day?” 

“It was okay. Not different from yesterday or the day before..same as always.” you mumble with a grimace as he starts massaging your legs again. 

“I have something for you.” your husband stated, a mischievous look on his face. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box that he handed to you. 

“What is it?” you curiously asked, as you took the box from him. 

As you opened it your eyes started tearing up. Inside was placed a plain gold band. 

“Baby..” you looked up at Rúben, he leaned over to kiss you softly. 

“You were pretty devastated this morning about your rings, so I went to the jeweler after training and got you this as a substitute. He said that he could re-size yours but I thought it would take longer, so I just bought you this one. And it is just temporary so it should be good. Do you like it?” 

“Oh, I love it, Rúbes. Thank you. I love you.” you said, wiping a few tears that had fallen down your face, before leaning in to kiss him again. 

“I love you. Both of you, so much.” Rúben replied after breaking the kiss. “Put it on. Let’s see if it fits.”

“You put it on me, please.” 

He took the gold band out of the box, took your left hand and placed the band on your ring finger. 

“How does that feel? Is it okay, did I get the right size?” he wanted to make sure. 

“It’s perfect. Thank you.” you wrapped your arms around him so you could give him a hug. 

“Ouch!” you gasp and Rúben immediately launches closer, worry placed all over his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, frantically checking your body, looking for something that might be wrong with it. 

“Nothing, just..baby Dias is playing football again.” you groan as you grab Rúben’s hand and place it to the spot where you felt the movement. The baby kicks again and Rúben gasps in awe, eyes glued to your huge belly. He has received all kinds of movements from the baby with so much amusement and adoration, you just know he will dedicate his whole existence to this child. 

“I’m so sure this kid is going to be a football player like his daddy.” you sigh as you feel more movements. 

He shifts, brings his head closer to your bump and presses a soft kiss to the spot where your baby kicked last.

[rongzhi]

August Watches! 319 / 365 films watched this year so far

Favorite (new) movies watched: A Man of No Importance, Thunderbolt and Lightfoot, Enemy of the State

Least favorites: Blackville; Good Morning, Vietnam; Breathless

Non-English: Salute! (Afrikaans); Night of the Kings (French); The Gangster, the Cop, the Devil (Korean)

[thefirstknife]

Stuff about Nezarec from the TWID:

 CLASSIFICATION  - Disciple of the Witness   - Dread   - Prime Tormentor   - Resonant   - Unknown origin species   - Other names: (The) Purest Light, Darkest Hour, Whispering Nightmare 

Unknown origin species! Prime Tormentor!

INTEL  - Created from Rhulk’s blueprint, Nezarec was the first Tormentor from which all others owe their lineage. Nezarec relishes in sowing fear and pain, feeding off the terror of sentient beings. He can induce nightmares across entire worlds.  - Nezarec—in possession of the Veil—lead the Black Fleet as it assaulted Earth during the Collapse but was betrayed and killed by Savathûn. She separated, cursed, and entombed his Lunar Pyramid within the Moon and stole away the Veil. Guardians uncovered the Lunar Pyramid when the Vanguard mobilized to assault the Scarlet Keep, and they uncovered the Veil when they made contact with Neomuna on Neptune.  - For centuries, Nezarec remained buried. Then his disembodied head, held aboard the Witness’s Pyramid, was struck by a terraforming beam fired by the Traveler. It revitalized him as it reshaped the Pyramid, where an undaunted fireteam cut him down once more.  - Much that is known about Nezarec is derived from anecdotal experiences, engaged fireteam raids, and a tome recovered from the Golden Age that was entitled "Of Hated Nezarec.” 

Really interesting implications in the first paragraph. Created from "Rhulk's blueprint." What does it mean Bungie. Is he a result of Rhulk's experimentations? Or is this in the sense of the Witness using Rhulk's base biology to create something new? Or to corrupt some "unknown species"? What does it all mean.

OF NOTE   - An old Psion Exotic relic known colloquially as “Nezarec’s Sin” has long found its home among Warlock operatives. The helmet has known many owners throughout the years, all of whom have perished under mysterious circumstances, been rendered comatose, or have since relinquished their possession of the helm to another owner. This helm is currently believed to be in possession of the Guardian, [NAME REDACTED], a hero of few words.   - Mithrax, Kell of House Light, is currently afflicted with Nezarec’s curse despite Nezarec being destroyed. This occurred when the Kell led an effort to recover Nezarec’s scattered remains. He wants to distill Nezarec's essence into a mentally revivifying elixir while siphoning the corruptive elements into himself. Attempts to dispel or cure this curse are ongoing. CHA-319 was assigned to monitor it and report back any changes.   - Legends from the Dark Age speak of Lightbearers and non-bearers alike suffering night terrors when the Moon is at perigee. The legends detail rituals with the nearly extinct Earth-plant lavender, long thought to hold protective, calming, and cleansing properties. Furthermore, there are later legends detailing victims of these night terrors smelling lavender after waking, as if the nightmare mocked their attempts at protection. This led to a subsequent switch to a myriad of other panaceas. 

PSION MENTION!!!!!!! Nezarec's Sin is a Psion relic! Super cool information about it. Basically confirms that there's only one in existence and the YW has it.

Mithrax????????? Man. I was hoping that plot point turned not as terrifying as it originally sounded but nope. Apparently this is an active investigation into his wellbeing. Please. Don't do this. CHA-319 is Chalco Yong!

Love the silliness with lavender though. Incredible.

[saiintvalentiine]

an alternate scenario where evilfies won the competition between him and clonefies and clonefies is the one who dies, from ken's pov for the writing requests

ur so evil nonnie i like the way you think :3ccc a little on the shorter side but i really enjoyed writing it, so I hope you enjoy reading it!

Word count: 319

The pop snap shing of the arrows firing has become something akin to tinnitus to Ken. He hears it in his head over and over and over, an endless loop of dispensers going off, capping off with a wet gasp and crash, before starting over. It's all he can think about.

“It’s a shame,” Wifies, not his Wifies, says, clicking his tongue. “That was a really good clone. Though, how good was it really if it needed your help?”

“No,” Ken says, but he feels outside of himself. “No, no, no, no, no.”

Wifies breaks through the glass in front of him, saying, “No what, Kenadian? I won fair and square. I didn’t even need to pull any tricks. You’d think you would have the brains to cheat or something.”

Wifies hops out of the chamber and onto the platform Ken is standing on. He steps back, but can’t rip his eyes away from where his Wifies was. 

“I’m sure it didn’t even consider turning tricks,” Wifies says with a snort.

The body is still there. It’s so strange. The body is there, even though players always despawn upon death. His Wifies lies limp on the floor, in a heap, pierced through with arrows. He’s there. He’s there. Ken can’t leave him there. Can’t leave him here.

“Kenadian,” Wifies grabs his chin, forcing them to see eye-to-eye. His grip is painful, bruising. “You lost. Isn’t that funny? You’re always so sure in your videos, but look at you now. Trembling like a scared kitten.”

Ken is going to kill this man himself. He has to get his Wifies out of here. He’s going to—

“Let go of me,” Ken snaps. He needs to— if he can make it to his Wifies, can he—?

“You’re really in no position to make demands right now,” Wifies hums, grip tightening. “We’re going to have fun, you and I, from here on out.”

[titichan]

Smutty Snippets- 1

Albedo x Fem!Reader x Primordial Albedo

Note: Tbh, writing oneshots, long fics is truly fun- but what about snippets? So...I decided to write smth like that, which will actually serve as a warm-up and a coping mechanism for my intrusive thoughts- XD. Hope y'all will like it! Do hit a like or at least a smol comment abt how it was :3.

Word Count: 319

The “Primordial” Albedo gripped your thighs, gloved fingers sinking into the soft plush skin. He hurled you up and slammed your dazed body back down on his length. You could barely think. It felt good.  

Way too good. 

The luscious sounds of skin slapping echoed throughout the lab. Your eyes suddenly settled upon the door of the lab. What if someone…comes in?  

Your thoughts get interrupted when a gloved hand grabs your chin roughly and a deep, sultry voice lingered near your ear. “Worried that someone will come in? Why don’t you show ‘em how much of a slut you are- eagerly taking my cock~”  

You felt shivers run down your spine, hands scrambling to find purchase on his arms.  

“Fuck. Y/n… you liked that didn’t you, getting so tight and clenching around me” He growled, gripping on your thighs harder- enough to leave bruises on the supple skin. 

You opened your mouth to protest but- 

Click 

The door unlocked and a blonde man stepped in, handling some papers. Your eyes widened. Out of all people, why him?  

You wanted to escape just when Primordial Albedo pulled you back and rammed into you with full force. “….?! AaaahhHnNhg?!!?..... A-Albedo…!....sl-slow down!!!..” You threw your head back as you felt him reach your deepest sweet spot. Yet another tantalizing wave of pleasure coursed through you, as your body got reduced into a fucked-up piece of lump.  

You were so muddled headed at this point that you didn’t realize the feathery touch of the real Albedo on your throat.  

You heard a faint a chuckle from him, as he continued to trace your body, rubbing circles on your sternum. “Seems like our y/n is having a lot of fun here...” A low growl erupted from the fake one. “ Haah? Our? She’s mine. I love your confidence here.”  

He smiled, leaning in and softly grabbing your waist. “Why not let her decide?” 

Source of header

[roguearchives]

"One week she's italian. The next week it's japanese. And now this one is... Is..."

"Is what, dad? A mutant?"

"Maybe this isn't my place to say, Mr. Drake... But over the years, Bobby has told me a lot about you. He said you were an honest man, a hard worker, a veteran of war and a loving husband. Maybe it was just because he didn't know, for sure, before today... But he never mentioned you were a bigot."

Source: Uncanny X-Men (1963) #319, by Scott Lodell and Steve Epting.