#aliyahs rambles

[aliyahgracedrawing]

guess who was going to make a teddy for their little sister as a Christmas gift, but then decided, 'no, I'm going to make a rat and a bird plush with little hats to represent fyodor and nikolai!'

Let's hope the motivation stays long enough for me to finish them!!

Also if you want to see these please give me some encouragement cause I can already feel my motivation tapering and I've only just started 😭

[aliyahgracedrawing]

Well I own plenty of skeletons, but I wouldn't really say they are bodies anymore...

my body count? i only have one. my own. why would i own more

[lena-rambles]

writeblr intro //

me ; lena, she/her, 19, disaster sapphic, pisces

happy things ; music and piano, the colour red, reading, autumn, puns, reinaeiry, learning, and writing of course

fiction favs ; moral ambiguity, queer themes, fantasy, historical fiction, found family, complex relationships, enemies to lovers, literature references and parallels, tragic lovers, fantasy politics, eldest sisters

other ; tag and ask game friendly, open ask box and dms, and pls send me your wips!

fav reads ; much ado about nothing (shakespeare), ballad of songbirds and snakes (collins), as old as time (braswell), the false prince (nielsen), godly heathens (edgmon)

current wip eris ; lyssa harland could almost be good: she’s determined, hardworking, honest, reliable... except for the teeny tiny little fact that she very much craves power above all.

wips //

the kingdoms ; my indulgent sprawling medieval fantasy world with no plot. includes fantasy politics, diverse cultures, conlangs, and a large cast of lovable fiends mostly centered on the terakk continent. never officially on hiatus; it's been my blorbo world since i was thirteen and i think about it all the time.

long live the queen ; a regency-adjacent royal murder mystery. it's five years after vallera's civil war, and tensions are still running high. when the queen suddenly dies, her oldest daughter believes there was more to it than simply illness. themes of grief, familial bonds, loyalty, coming of age, politics, arranged marriages, and what it means to be a just queen when all you want to do is protect your siblings. (wip intro) [hiatus]

disney but gay ; shamelessly inspired by reinaeiry's but it's gay covers. disney retellings where i try to draw more from the folktales themselves and everyone's sapphic. things i love about this series: sleeping beauty is a dream-sharing soulmate au, belle has anxiety, snow white and flora are exes, and the beast's name is amarante after patricia mckillip's "lady of the skulls". [hiatus]

other wips ; have a lot of other wips running through my brain, even some that i have no intention of returning to but still have occasional revelations about. linked is my side blog for quote, photo, etc. reblogs without context. follow + ask questions if you want lol

if you have wips with any of the above themes, tag me! i'd love to see them :)

[twinsmoochies-are-goodsmoochies]

Sooo Yotsuyu and the Leveilleur twins huh? *sits with some popcorn and juice* When did you start to have feelings for your precious siblings? Was it hard to get Yotsuyu to open up after everything that happened to her? What did you and the twins do after you know.. what happened with Fourchenaut in Gridania? (If you got there? If you haven't gotten there yet I'm sorry for asking. T^T)

Oh I'm all caught up so there's 0 spoiler worries here!

With Yotsuyu, neither of us really talk about things. We both know we went through bad things when we were apart and neither one of us want to relive that. She's always been a bit... possessive with me. Which has only gotten worse as time has gone on. (Shockingly, I'm okay with this outcome.) You should hear her hiss like an angry goose when people try and touch me, it's so sweet.

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As for with 'Saie and 'Naud after Father... 'Naud kinda shut down afterwards, and 'Saie threw herself at training. The poor training dummy we set up outside Mor Dhona was full of more holes than cheese!

I'd have to drag them both back inside, but they'd settle when they saw the blanket nest I'd built (my specialty~!) There were a lot of tears and a lot of hugs, and then talking about silly childhood memories (like the time 'Saie pushed 'Naud into the river to try and teach him to swim and then panicked and pushed me in after him to fish him out. Not her finest plan!) to try and make everything feel less... bad.

[sorrymyrabbisaidno]

Thinking about making Aliyah as a conservative convert at some point in the future. Preferably when I get my shit together. And I want to go on birthright before I even attempt to become an oleh.

Thinking about all the hurdles involved and how, in the eyes of the Orthodox rabbinate, I will never be Jewish and my children will never be Jewish, unless I adopt children born of a Jewish mother. How often they reject conservative converts, and how sometimes no amount of dedication or love or observance is enough. And that absolutely crushes me. Because all I have to give is authenticity, dedication and love.

I don't often talk about my desire to make aliyah because I'm afraid it's incendiary for no reason. But my G-d has this got me down.

Thinking about how converts are treated with suspicion, like I wasn't met with suspicion the entirety of my conversion process. Like is that the place I really want to go back to? I remember how lonely it was.

Thinking about my disabilities and being cared for. And how my guilt and shame about being a drain on the Canadian health system affects me and how I don't want to be a drain on the Israeli system either. Because I *will* need things from the government.

And I understand that conversion in terms of the rabbinate, they're all equal (in terms of stream) but Orthodox is *more equal* and I have no interest in reconverting Orthodox. I have no problem becoming more observant (not cooking on shabbes, not using my phone, I already don't write or launder or do creative work, etc and when I can move in with Jews who want to be more observant, I will be able to keep a kosher kitchen) in fact I have many goals related to increased observance that are completely detached from my desire to make aliyah. But that's not an Orthodox conversion. My Rabbi is a woman. My beit din was all men, however idk their conversion/born status and there are other aspects to Orthodox conversions that I just could not have had because it just...wasn't. I'm rambling but the point is, I can try harder. I can be more active at shul, more observant, more dedicated, etc. But that still might not (and that's a "probably won't") be enough.

The one strand of hope is that I've gotten this far. There were certainly long moments where I thought I'd never get through my conversion. That I'd be kicked out of the program, that my Rabbi would tire of my mental health concerns and boot me out, that the suspicion and isolation would drive me mad. But I got through it. Hashem guided me through that. And I'm a proud, happy Jewish man because of it.

And Hashem will guide me through this. If I'm truly meant to live in Eretz Yisrael, I will find my way there. Through a student visa, through aliyah, through other means of immigration. Things tend to work out. Just not always in the way I expect.

[aliyahgracedrawing]

HA

This reminds me of this time at school where my friend was like 'guess what guys!! It's only Wednesday!!' and we all were like 'nooooo kill me now'

then my teacher was like

'i-its Monday'

so true

[nazunasgf]

people's s/o tell their partners oh yeah you should meet my friends

meanwhile, 100% of my usual friend group... are his friends too.

[jybyls]

Soft spot || J.O

Masterlist

Request by anonymous here

Warnings: Fluff, bad writing, and hella short.

Words: 620~

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"Jenna, come on !" Aliyah, Jenna's sister begged her. "I said no Aliyah, we are not going out shopping." Jenna said sternly, "I have work to finish, I can't go out now. Maybe later." She focused back on her work, Aliyah on her side sighed, dropping on the bed. She was about to open her mouth again to speak, but-

"Jenna, my love !" You came in the room, running like a child on ecstasy. "Can we go out ? Please ?" Jenna didn't even think twice before getting up and taking her jacket. "Yeah, let's go." You smiled and held out your hand for her. "Wait, what ?! You just said you wouldn't go out because you have work ! Why did you say yes to her ??" Aliyah stormed out, "Because she's different." Jenna answered nonchalantly and walked out of the room with you, heading outside, leaving Aliyah completely dumbfounded and offended.

But she needed to know if she was the only one who got dumbed by Jenna because you existed.

"Hey, mom ? Did Jenna already disagree on something but immediately changed her mind when y/n said the opposite ?" Her mom scoffed like it was the most stupid question her daughter could ask. "Of course. That's a daily thing. She's far too obsessed with that woman to not do what she asks." She then asked. "Why ?" She dramatically sighed before speaking up. "Because she told me she couldn't go today, but then y/n came into the room asking if Jenna could go out with her, and she said yes without hesitation." The older woman laughed. "Yeah, sounds like Jenna."

Yeah, it did sound like Jenna because it was totally her. She adores you, and she's not ashamed about it. She always claimed to be your biggest supporter, and she wasn't wrong about that. Saying she has a soft spot for you wasn't even enough. For example, one day this happened:

"Hey, Jenna ? Do you want to play Ninja ?" Emma asked. They were waiting in between scenes. She wanted to kill time, but Jenna was too tired to even get up. "No, not now. We can talk, tho." She politely denied her friend's request. The blue-eyed girl was about to agree and sit next to the brown eyed one, but your voice stopped her in her mouvement. "I could play Ninja with you, Em." Emma's smile picked up. You both got in place and were about to start playing before Jenna stood up and placed herself next to you.

Emma looked at Jenna in disbelief, "Are you kidding me ?" She playfully said, looking at her with a 'Are you being dead ass right now ?' Look in her eyes. "What are you waiting for, Myers ? Let's play." Jenna sarcastically answered, a small smirk of satisfaction appeared on her face. The taller girl rolled her eyes but got back in place for the game. It ended up with you and Jenna ganging up against Emma, then Jenna letting you win.

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This girl is down bad for you, and everyone knows it.

If someone want Jenna to do something or go somewhere, they just had to say, 'Y/n will be there.' or 'Y/n would like this.' Basically, they just need to say your name, and Jenna is up and ready to go. You have some sort of power over her that makes her turn into the biggest softie, and she's not complaining about it.

She always lets herself rambles about you and God the stars in her eyes when she talks how danced around the house after a burst of energy ? Unbelievable. She has a whole galaxy in those big brown doe eyes of hers when her mind thinks of you, which is constantly.

She adores you, and she's not scared to show it.

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A/n: Hey, so sorry for whatever this is. Better fics are coming up, I promise !

[bxeckersz]

Bad days | Caitlin clark x fem!reader

summary: reader has a bad day and cait helps

warnings: mentions of anxiety, panic attack, language

a/n: im still mad that i had a whole smut w NO plot cooked up n ts deleted.

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I wake up with a pounding headache that hits me as soon as i opened my eyes. I groan, throwing my arm over to Caitlins side, expecting to feel her body warmth. Instead- I’m met with cold, empty bed sheets.

“the fuck?” I grumble to myself, sitting up. I squint my eyes, reaching around for my phone. I pick it up to see she didn’t text or call me. “Caitlin?” I call out, stumbling out of bed.

“baby?” I yell again, wandering around our apartment. nothing. She must’ve had an early practice. I walk back into the room to get dressed only to see that Caitlin hadn’t done the laundry i’d been asking her to do.

I shake my head slightly, rummaging through our closet. I get dressed and go into the kitchen to get some coffee. Once I pick up the cup, it slips out of my hand and wastes all on me. of course something has to go wrong.

“Fuck” I winced at the hotness of the coffee, hurrying back into the room to change.

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Work was absolutely exhausting. I walk through the door to see Caitlin, Kelsey, Aliyah, Nalyssa, and lexie, sitting on the couch. I sigh, kicking my shoes off and throwing my keys onto the table.

“Hi baby” Caitlin says, standing up and giving me a hug. “hey” I murmur, hugging her back. “Why didn’t you do the laundry like I asked?” I ask, pulling away.

“shit- my bad babe- i totally forgot.” She apologizes, sitting back down next to aliyah. “Hey guys” I wave at the girls who all say their his.

“did you have an early practice?” I ask caitlin. “uhm- yeah.” She responds.

“Why didn’t you text me?” I ask, walking towards the room. “oou caitlins’ in trouble” Nalyssa sings. “shut up” caitlin chuckles, following me into the room and closing the door.

“what’s wrong baby?” She asks, sitting on the bed. “I had a bad day.” I sigh, pulling my clothes off. “what happened?”

“work was tiring. My boss kept bitching at me all day. And i woke up with a headache and you weren’t here and I spilled coffee on myself and-“ I ramble, my chest heaving.

“Hey-hey. Calm down, baby.” She says, standing up and hugging me gently. “I love you baby- breath with me- in and out” she guides.

“Fuck-“ I murmur. “I can’t breathe cait” I gasp, holding onto her tightly. “I know baby, i know. It’s okay, i’m here, follow my breath” She coos, looking in my eyes and taking deep breathes in and out.

“thats it baby- thats it.” She whispers, playing with my hair. “I love you” I breathlessly murmur., my breathing slowing down. “I can- The girls can leave- we can have a movie night- whatever you want, mama” She expresses.

I nod against her skin, watching her exit our room. I hear hushed murmurs and movements and then the door shuts and locks.

Minutes later caitlin returns to the room with my favorite snacks. Caitlin always knew how to deal with my anxiety- all the random nightmares at 3am that lead to panic attacks- everything. She was meant for me. She’s my person and im hers.

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Heyyy guys this is super short 😭.

hope you guys enjoy!

[luvjunie]

hiiiii!!!!

idk if ur taking requests or not, but can you scenarios about miles 1610 and 42 (or just one of them) if they were your older brother reacting to you having a boyfriend/girlfriend taking you out or something (they radiate overprotective brother energy idk why😫🙏)

LOVEEE your work!!😊

AW THANK YOUUU SM 🫶🏽 miles42 a/n: this is exaggerated a little for comedic reasons lolll. and ik i’ve done something similar to this alr but i’ll honestly never get tired of writing siblings bickering so idc skskdkd

“Bye Miles I’ll be back by 9 don’t bother waiting up for dinner!” You rambled out in one quick breath as you whisked passed your brother’s open door.

“Aht aht, come back,”

Your lips smacked against your teeth when you stopped in your tracks. He had his damn Beats on and was literally bobbing his head to whatever he was listening to, how did he even hear you?

With the inside of your cheek between your teeth and a huff pushing from your nostrils, you spun on your heels and begrudgingly stomped a few paces back to see him already facing the doorway. You stared at him with an oblivious look that had an attitude written all over it, arms smacking against your sides and head moving like a chicken’s when you asked,

“What?”

He pushed one of the ears to his headphones back and gave you a curious look. “Where are you going?”

“Out, clearly.” you blinked.

“Yeah, no shit, but where?”

You looked to the side, then back at him. “Does it matter?”

“Uh, yeah,” Miles huffed a humorless chuckle. “Mom ain’t here, so that means I’m responsible for you. And even when she is here I’m still responsible for you. Shit, soon as you were born I was responsi—“

“A boy,” you quickly clarified with a hand out, hoping to avoid one of his soap-box rants. “I’m going out with a boy. Cool?”

“Cool, cool.” His lips puckered when he nodded to himself, screwdriver tapping against the little mechanical trinket he’d previously been working on.

Here we fucking go.

“What’s his name? He got siblings and if so, how many? Where he work at? Does he even have a job? Cause if he don’t he a bum. What car he drive or are y’all takin’ the train?”

You stared at him, bewilderment painted on your expression in the form of a scowl.

“Who are you, the CIA?”

“Doesn’t answer my questions.” He disregarded your own with a derisive shrug.

“Jalen. His name is Jalen. What you gon’ ask for next? His mother’s maiden name?” you joked. “Or what, his social security number?”

Miles glanced to the side, pretending as if he were actually considering it.

“Honestly, that would make things a whole lot easier.”

“Dude,” You rubbed your forehead, hand thrown to the air in exasperation. “How would I know half of those things?”

“Wha—You’on see where we live at?” Voice upped an octave in astonishment, Miles gestured towards the window behind him with his thumb. “There’s some crazy mfs out there, trust me I know—“

Your head dropped back when you groaned. “Oh brother—“

“What you should be asking is why don’t you know those things.”

“Look I’m not about to do this with you. You act like I don’t know that you weren’t at Uncle Aaron’s last night. But that’s what you told Mom, ain’t it?” You folded your arms and tilted your head. You looked far too complacent for him to call your bluff.

“Yeah,” You nodded at his silence with a smug smirk. “You think I don’t know about you and Aliyah by now? Especially when last week you were all ‘Mami, she’s my partner for a project, can she come over?’” you mimicked him in an insultingly goofy voice that wasn’t anywhere near close to his.

“Since when do you do ‘partnered projects’?” Your eyes narrowed.

His mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water told you everything you needed to know but you played on; all in a day’s work of sibling banter.

“Huh? What was that?” you cupped a hand to your ear, lashes fluttering when you looked to the side.

You: 1

Miles: 0

He cleared his throat, looking away once his face started to get hot.

“Aight, whatever bro. But share your location with me. Seriously, I’m not playing.”

“Yeah yeah,” You rolled your eyes, opening up your phone and clicking his contact.

“And if ole’ boy try anything, tell him I keep a pole.”

It was a joke. Kinda, but not really at the same time. That wasn’t the exact weapon he used, but it was close enough.

You scoffed. “Stop cappin’, you’ve never even shot a gun before.”

Miles didn’t say anything, but the look on his face suddenly turned dead serious. And as the both of you stared at each other in an eerie silence, you made a wise decision to not take the subject any further.

“Whatever,” You shook your head, motioning to your outfit. “Do I at least look nice, though? Be honest.”

Miles looked you up and down, his top lip arching when he did a so-so motion with his head. He knew you were genuinely asking, but what kind of brother would he be if he didn’t mess with you a little bit?

“Ehh, yeah.“ he shrugged, looking unimpressed on purpose. “Fit coulda been harder though. Shoulda asked me for help, I woulda got you right.”

“Oh good-fucking-bye.”

“Dude, I’m kidding!” he called out with a laugh as you stormed off.

[thenickgirl]

nick after aaliyahs first breakup

type: blurb (?) ✩ genre: fluff/comfort ✩ pov: third ✩ word count: 1k

summary: Nick consoles his daughter Aliyah after a breakup

warnings: swearing, a minor swearing, mentions of cheating, use of nicknames/pet names

a/n: a little blurb for my dad!nick au. saurrr i honestly don’t know how long a blurb is supposed to be, and i’m sure i’ve surpassed it, but whatever. i’m so obsessed with the thought of dad nick that i just couldn’t stop writing. anyways, happy reading! ✩

‘And maybe I’ll get used to it

But right now, I just feel like shit’

The family of three sat around the dinner table; Nick, his husband, and their 16 year old daughter, Aliyah.

The pair talked about their day as they always do at dinner, but they began to notice that Aliyah was awfully quiet tonight. Nick was the first to notice, never missing a beat when it comes to his baby girl. He glances over at his husband, who just shrugs, before gently placing a hand on her shoulder, “Liyah, you okay, bunny?” he spoke to her softly.

The young girl didn’t budge, pushing a few grains of rice back and forth on her plate with her fork, too lost in her own thoughts to hear her father trying to get her attention.

“Liyah Jade?” he spoke again, this time a little louder.

“Huh?” the brunette girl snaps out of her thoughts.

“Is everything okay?” the taller man sitting across from her finally spoke up.

“Um, yeah…” Aliyah starts, “Actually, I'm not really hungry. Can I just go to bed?” she asks, her eyes darting between both of theirs, praying they wouldn’t suspect anything.

“But it’s taco night, you love tacos. Are you sure you’re okay? Are you sick, honey?” Nick rambles, reaching his hand up to feel her forehead.

“Dad, please, I’m fine. I just wanna go to bed,” she says, pulling away from his touch, and Nick just nods in approval, taking her plate and wrapping it. The young girl gets up, sauntering to her room. Moments later they hear her bedroom door slam.

“You buying this?” Nick turns to his spouse, his brows raised.

“Not even a little bit. Smells like boy trouble,” the man replies, sighing deeply.

“Shit,” Nick mumbles under his breath.

The pair continued their dinner, as concern lingered in the air about their teenage daughter.

*time skip*

“Knock Knock,” Nick says, peeking his head into his daughter's room.

“Come in,” Aliyah replies weakly, having been crying for the past hour.

She manages to quickly wipe her face clean of tears as he enters. The somber girl was sat Indian style in the middle of her bed, her back pressed against the headboard. Nick approached the queen sized bed, also sitting Indian style in front of her. He takes in her appearance, her hair tossed in a messy bun, instead of the neat french braids she usually wore to bed. Her once bright blue eyes now red, and her lips swollen. His heart ached, wondering what’s got his sweet little girl so down.

“You know you can talk to me, right? No matter what it is,” Nick encourages, and she pulls her knees up to her chest, her arms wrapping around herself for comfort as the tears begin to fall again.

“Oh, Liyah…” Nick says breathlessly, getting up and settling beside his daughter, holding her small frame close to his, and she immediately sobs into his chest. He soothes her, kissing her head, gently rocking.

“What happened, baby? What’s made you so sad?” Nick asks, anxious about what she’s going to say.

“Ryan cheated on me!” Aliyah finally admits, sniffling as she sits up to face her father. Nick’s jaw clenched, and nostrils flared. He could feel his blood beginning to boil, but he knew he had to stay calm in order to console her.

“Bria told me she saw him kissing the new girl outside the gym.” She continues, and Nick looks at her, his eyebrows furrowed as he listens intently to her ramble about the events of today.

“I didn’t want to believe her at first, but she had a picture…It was him, dad! He was kissing her!” Aliyah’s voice cracks, and her father’s heart breaks.

“And when I asked him about her, he said it was nothing, and that I was overreacting. Overreacting, dad! He was kissing another fucking girl, and I’m overreacting?!” She scoffs, folding her arms across her chest.

“So, I asked if he’d rather be with her, and then he didn’t say anything and I-“ the young girl chokes on a sob, and Nick grabs her hand, squeezing it to comfort her.

“I guess it makes sense,” Aliyah trails off, “She’s so much prettier than me,” she whispers breathlessly, a single tear falling to her cheek, and Nick reaches up, wiping it away.

“First of all, you’re my daughter, so I know that’s not true.” Nick rebuttals, and the brunette girl chuckles. “Second of all, that little scrawny, musty, greasy haired, skinny jean wearing idiot didn’t deserve you in the first place.” He continues, brushing her stray hairs behind her ear.

“Boys are dumb, sweetheart, especially boys your age. Never let the stupid things they do make you start thinking differently about yourself. Honey, I know this is your first heartbreak and it sucks, and unfortunately it won’t be your last. But I can promise you, he’s going to be the one crying soon enough. You’re beautiful, smart, funny, creative, and talented. All great qualities you got from me.” He says nudging her arm, and she laughs.

“Oh dad, so modest,” Aliyah teases sarcastically before giggling.

“I’m serious, you’re fucking awesome, kid!” Nick chuckles. “Years ago you couldn’t have paid me to be a dad. But now, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. To this family.” Nick admits, draping his arm around her shoulder, leaning his head against hers.

“I love you, thank you, dad. You always know how to make me feel better.” Aliyah beams, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug, inhaling his scent, finding comfort in his warmth.

“That’s what I’m here for, bunny. You can always talk to me, or dad about anything. I mean it, whatever it is. I'll always be there for you. I love you so much, baby girl.” He says, rubbing her back softly, as they sat in silence for a moment.

“Daddy?” the girl mumbles against his shoulder.

“Hm?” Nick hums, still holding her.

“Can I have my tacos now?” Aliyah mumbles again, and Nick laughs, pulling away to look at her.

“Girl! I fucking knew you wanted those tacos! Come on.”

*time skip*

“So?” the taller framed man utters, as Nick stomps into their shared bedroom.

“I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch, Ryan!” Nick huffs, before continuing, “He fucking cheated on her, babe, MY…I mean, our baby girl.” Nick scoffs, as he paces the floor, mumbling obscenities under his breath.

“Well, unfortunately we can’t kill him, but we could egg his car,” the man suggests, getting up from the bed, smirking.

Nick’s lips curl into a devilish grin, “You start the car, I’ll get the eggs!”

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✎ signed,

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 ✩

a/n: guys i’ve never written in third person before, so i’m sorry for the repetitive descriptions of the characters. i don’t actually know what i’m doing 😭

🏷️: @muwapsturniolo @mattslolita @sturnioloslvtt @asherrisrandom @freshloveee @freshloveforthefit @maliaforstvrns @emely9274 @nicksbestie @soursturniolo @dumbf2ck @ameerahsblog @sturniolossss @nicksgirlfriend

dividers by: @/adornedwithlight @/cafekitsune

[aliyahgracedrawing]

HEHHEHE I just remembered the other day I was talking to my dad, and he was asking about what characters I liked so he could buy me Christmas presents and stuff, and he asked which characters I would want together, so like, if they were to buy a Chuuya sticker, I would want a dazai sticker as well, so they aren't lonely.

We then were talking about fyodor and I said I would want both nikolai and fyodor, and my dad said he would have thought fyodor and dazai would be my pick.

And he knows I don't want these duos cause I just think they'd be 'good friends'

Y'all my dad lowkey ships fyodor and dazai. 😂💀

[stacotto]

I shouldn't be surprised when the episode title is, "The End of Hope", but.....fuck. I can barely keep my thoughts together as I write this, but, here we go.

Watching Earth House deal with the fallout of Aerial being the new poster child for the evil Spacian overlords was damn sad, Aliyah pretty much nails how I feel about it, though Lilique going "not our problem" is both a mood and unexpected (not in a bad way ofc). It was really sweet seeing Petra be nice to Suletta, on top of commiserating over their love lives, really added some nice depth. Her dialogue was Death Flag city tho. For those that care, the post-episode radio program hinted that she might still be alive, though just judging by the rubble she was under she might not have working legs anymo- OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Clever.

Love to see Guel finally show off why he's always been an Ace in the making; my man faced off in his still school-spec'd Darilbalde vs a freshly upgraded Michaelis set to full power, and came out on top. Really appreciating his ability to use his drones, he's definitely the series' Quattro. Feeling bad for Lauda tho, dude just learned big bro just killed their father then gets the call at the end probably about what to Petra. Can already tell he's going to have a lot of internalized guilt over this happening because he skipped out on their date (for an admittedly important reason) unless she gets the chance to tell him otherwise.

RIP to the Earth House hangar and Chuchu's Demi, but I take solace in the fact that I called the Barding being her next custom suit the moment I saw the Gunpla images (obviously the Barding we saw in the episode was missing some details from the gunpla like the second head mounted on the backpack which is definitely going to be salvaged from Chuchu's old Demi but yeah, called it). Also now feeling the Felchu vibes, ya'll got me.

Speaking of new ships...why did I have to get so rabidly attached to 5nore only for her to get Anew'd literally one episode later, it's not fair. They were going to run away and see the things she drew then the rest would come later. It's not fair. 5 is either going to have a Guel arc or just go absolute villain mode, and I'm not ready. It's not fair.

Okay I'm going to ramble a bit because I have been absolutely normal about the fact that Suletta has been a rescue pilot for a significant portion of her life and that detail is only really known to those that read Cradle Planet but they absolutely showed that off right at the end because this girl is tearing her hands apart moving heavy concrete slabs because goddammit there are still people that could be saved and she did not memorize the canyon patterns of Mercury, learn to wield a beam saber with the precision of a scalpel and earn Eri's complete faith that if she said she could complete a mission in 4 minutes then it'd be done in 4 minutes for her to not put all that experience to good use. I hope her effort gets recognized. It probably won't, Gundams just attacked the school again and killed likely scores of students if not hundreds this time around, but she's gotta get some respect for this.

"What We Can Do Now" is a hopeful title, and probably another TitleDrop episode like "Not the Best Way", so here's hoping that it's either a breather episode gearing up for a descent to Earth or said descent episode proper. I mean, it's either that or Mio and Prospera coming back up to Plant Quetta to send Quiet Zero...into...oh no.

[gorillawithautism]

i don't like aliyah discourse

it's one of those things where being an antizionist jew feels like i'm on the wrong side of every argument

to be clear i think it's fundamentally wrong. i think the "birthright" program is a zionist tool for brainwashing young jews. and on a more general level, i think tourism to occupied land is morally wrong in general and particularly abhorrent when the occupiers in question are committing an active genocide on the occupied population.

but i also get where zionist jews are coming from when they're offended by the notion that the land itself is not our holy land. ngl i'm kind of offended by that too. .........i don't know how to write this in a way that makes sense, but i'm gonna try. as a jew, i do believe the land of israel is holy land (in this case i mean israel as written in the torah, not israel the modern ethnostate). to me, that does not and could never negate the ancestral and cultural ties that palestinians have to palestine, nor does it mean that i should get to live there. it doesn't mean that i have a right to that land by birth, and it doesn't mean that i, an american jew, should have any modicum of priority over palestinians.

and yet i'm still hurt by the idea that the land is not at all important to us? the entire concept of "birthright" is bullshit. i'm in no way hurt by people rejecting the alleged importance of aliyah. but i am a little hurt by the way people go about rejecting it. idk i think i'm rambling now but my point is i've seen some people say things that feel more like they're discrediting and ridiculing aspects of my religion and culture. merely rejecting a major facet of zionism is fine but maybe be careful at how you go about doing so.

[minstarrs]

My biggest mistakes

2022 september 10th, the night before first day of school.

My aunt started to work at a private school as a teacher. She asked me if my father could drop her off on our way to my school.

First mistake i made, i said yes.

2022 september 11th, first day of school

After we dropped her at her school my dad dropped me off too. by the time i came all the seats were taken... except two, one near the class pervert and one near- who is that, is he new? ehh better than the pervert... "Uhhh hi. can i sit here?"

The second and the worst mistake i made, i asked if we could sit together.

2022 october 12th, english class

"Okay guys! since we have exams coming up i've decided to take you all to an amusement park!!" Mrs. Susan said, and she started to ramble about the price, what we needed to do to get a ticket etcetra... Boring... "Bree! you're coming right?" my deskmate Tristan asked, no. i wanted to say... "If my dad lets me of course." fuck, why did i say that. Well no point in deciding aganist it now is it?

Third mistake, i decided to go.

2022 october 17th, math class

"There's a chance that i won't be able to come" i wispered to Tristan. "What!" he wisper-shouted back. "something about not bringing my id in time ig..." i was quite sad, and i didn't know why. "You have to come dude, it won't be fun without you!" he whined like a kid, i smiled at him "Really? No one said that about me before..."

My fourth and most stupitest mistake, i believed him.

2022 october 22nd, on the bus before going to the amusement park

Tristan looked around, not seeing an empty seat next to his friends he turned to me. "Hey is this seat taken? " he asked "nope, noone wanted to sit with me." i said "Cool! I'll get to sit with you then" I didn't say anything. He spoke again "You play **** right? Why don't we play together?" "Sure! I was planning on sleeping but this seems way more fun" we played that game untill we reached the amusement park.

Fifth mistake, why did i even bother playing with him

2022 november 11th, free period

Me and my friends were talking about how weird and horrible the boys in our class was. Aliyah started to talk "You know Bree, you and Tristan are really alike! it's like he's your genderbent version!" oh how i wish she had never spoken at all. "You think so?" "Hmhmm! It's like you two were made for each other!" okay now you've gone too far.

The sixth mistake, why would you start crushing on him just because of a sentence.

2022 november 25th, p.e. class

Everyone was outside, i was on my period so i got permission from the teacher to stay inside. While i was looking at my phone Tristan entered the classroom, i quickly hid my phone. "What are you doing here?" i asked as he walked to his seat (the teacher split our desks bc he wanted to sit with his friend) "Just needed some water." he drank from the bottle "Why are you here shouldn't everyone be outside?" i got embarrassed "My stomach hursts so bad, so i stayed here." He got closer to the desk i ws sitting on. Putting his hand on my cheek and my neck "You don't have a fever." "No shit sherlock, if i did then i would be home by now." "Rude. anyways i need to get going or Mr. Williams gonna be up at my ass..." As he walked away i took my phone out, opened intagram and posted a story. I wrote "how can someone be this captivating?" on a black screen.

Seventh mistake, why would you even post that?

2022 december 5th, lunch break

It was cold, i was sleeping on my desk with my hood on. I was never a heavy sleeper, so the slightest change would wake me up. Someone pulled my hood off and started to pet my head, playing with my hair. I thought it was one of my friends and i liked people playing with my hair so i didn't budge. When the patting stopped i lifted my head to see Tristan. He seemed embarrassed when i looked at him.

My eighth mistake, i thought this meant something.

You know everything stopped after new years. Everything we had, gone in an instant. The long stares, romantic gestures, gifts, playing video games together. Because he found diffrent people to hang out with, because he ruined his sweet personality just to be included.

When i was little kid my mom would be like "choose your friends wisely, they could ruin your life." i didn't belive her then but seeing these with my own eyes i believed her more than ever.

I still think about him these days... Not because i still have feelings for him, no. (those were gone the moment he became friends with my bullies.) But i think about how he will regret everything he did in the future, how he started to ruin his life at such a young age, and how did my sweet boy turned into a heartless, vape addicted, rude guy.

I know for sure he won't read this and even if he does there's no way he'll understand a thing. But here's something for you. You were my first -and hopefully last- crush. I really hope you're doing well. Oh and i was the one who put that "free kisses" ticket in your locker. It's been in my phonecase for a long time now how come you never noticed it lmao?

With love and well wishes -Mins

(Little ps. All the names in this story has been changed bc i don't wanna be recognized plus they were not english names. Thx for reading!!🤍🤍)

[thegiantworld]

Held

The night was quiet here. Other than Kane's soft breathes and occasional sigh as he slept, crickets and frogs chirped in Aliyah's ears. It was usually like this; Kane would fall asleep first and she'd be the only one left awake due to her insomnia.

She didn't mind it however. Kane was a pretty light sleeper so she knew if anything were to happen, he'd probably sense it before her.

Kane was laying down, his tail curled around the both of them on the giant pile of furs. He was laying on his side with his hands slightly covering his face, Aliyah laying down on her side as well to face him.

But as she looked at him, her eyes drifted to his hands.. She admired how his hands faded from his dark grey color to the pale skin tone she loved. his claws were sharp but Kane knew how to keep them safely around her.

His hands were rough and worn, but Aliyah knew they were surprisingly gentle and soft with her in previous scenarios. She had never really paid attention to his hands however.. Even though she had found herself being held or sitting in his palm many times before.

While staring at them, Aliyah couldn't help but reach both of her hands out and gently hold one of his own. Seeing this, however, made her realize just how much smaller she was compared to his normal and preferred size. What she didn't notice though was that when she held his hand in her's, Kane slowly started to wake up and opened his eyes to look at her.

There was no doubt in Kane's mind... Aliyah was a strange human. He loved her but things she did were just odd to him. It was the middle of the night and she still wasn't sleeping. Instead, she was analyzing his one hand.

"Having fun, little one?" His deep voice echoed, making Aliyah nearly jump out of her skin and she took a huge breath in response, covering her face with both hands.

"Jesus... I, uh.. I was just looking. I'm sorry, you can go back to sleep." She explained softly, calming down slowly from the previous jumpscare. Kane heard and rolled his eyes, sitting up and looking at the hand she was holding.

"Looking for what?" He paused and asked, not seeing what she had been so fasinated with before. Aliyah froze and thought before shrugging her shoulders.

"I.. I guess I just have never paid attention to your hands. It's weird to think that I find myself sitting in your palm all the time and yet with you like this, I can have your hand in both of mine." She rambled, rubbing the back of her neck as she sat up as well in front of him. Kane blinked a few times before looking back down at his own hands once again.

"Do you.. Like me holding you?" He asked hesitantly, thinking he knew the answer but was slightly scared Aliyah could blinkside him with a different one. She smiled softly and looked up at him as she took the one hand in both of her's once again.

"More than anything." Aliyah giggled as her partner and friend let out a huge sigh in relief. The tall Naga thought to himself however and before she could process what he was doing, Kane had grown into a larger form and scooped her up into one of his hands.

He smiled down at her once Aliyah realized where she was. Kane couldn't help it.. He loved holding her too. It felt nice for such a small fragile being to trust him enough with basically their life. Especially in as big of a form as the one he was in now. Aliyah was no bigger than his clawed index finger.

"I love you.. You know that?" Kane asked softly, bringing her up to his face and nuzzling her small midsection with his freckled cat like nose. Aliyah giggled before putting her arms around it and looking up at his miscolored slitted eyes.

"I know. I love you too, big guy." She smiled. Kane saw and it was if his instincts took over, quickly but carefully slipping her into his maw, and gulping her down almost instantly.

He sighed in a bit of satisfaction as she decended and as he felt her enter his gut. Loud deep purrs erupted around Aliyah once she got comfy and she couldn't help but smile while she patted the wall next to her.

Kane felt and semi snapped out of his instinctual trace, realizing what he just did. But he wasn't sorry, nor would he apologize to her for his actions.

"I guess you're stuck with me until morning." Kane chuckled, patting his stomach. There was no answer, making him confirm that Aliyah was already starting to doze off, most likely from staying up so late. He smirked before laying down and curling himself up before closing his eyes as well...

(A/N: Go read Kane's Element if you're interested in these characters!!)

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