#all off the top of my head

[paimonial-rage]

to live another day - asaba harumasa

1k | writing practice

Your ear twitched as the sound of sheets rustling began to stir you awake. It was soft at first, but as the minutes passed, the sound grew louder, becoming more erratic. Then at its peak came a loud frantic gasp, jolting you up. Glancing at your phone, you let out a sigh. 4:43am. You turned back to the wall separating you from your neighbor, unable to help the concern from your expression. This was the third time he awoke from a nightmare this night. And judging by the sound of him stepping out of bed, he wasn’t going to try and sleep once more.

Settling back in bed, you stared at the ceiling, doing your best to ignore the sounds coming from the neighboring apartment. You wondered what he’d think if he knew you could hear him on nights like this. Perhaps if you were born a regular human he’d have his privacy. But as a cat thiren, your hearing was better than most. From the mumbles in his sleep to the sound of the various medication he took shaking about, there was nothing he could keep from you.

In the back of your mind, you knew it wasn’t fair to him. You knew who he was, after all, the great Asaba Harumasa of HOS Section 6. You saw the interviews he gave on TV, how lighthearted and carefree he seemed. How would he feel knowing that you knew the face he showed to the world was a lie? But you couldn’t move your bed. There was only one bedroom in your apartment, and it just so happened to share the wall bordering his. 

As dawn turned into morning and the rest of the day passed, you couldn’t stop him from entering your mind. As much as you knew, there was still so little you did. What kind of illness did he have? Was it terminal? What was he like at work? Did he spend his lunch break sleeping? You wanted to laugh at how obsessed you were. It wasn’t like this was one of the many days he stayed home. Why couldn’t you get your mind off him?

Eventually, fed up with yourself, you finally called it quits once the evening hit. Though you worked from home as a graphic designer, there wasn’t much you got done today. Stepping out onto your balcony, you sighed as you took a sip from a can of beer. The view of the city was beautiful under the light of the dying sun. Perhaps it would be best if you moved eventually. That way you could finally escape your obsession with your neighbor. 

So caught up in your own thoughts, however, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp of surprise when the sound of a balcony door opening came from your right. 

“Oh, neighbor, is that you?” Came a voice, his voice, curiously. 

You cleared your throat nervously, doing your best to ignore how you were just thinking about him not a moment earlier. You didn’t want to sound like a creep. This wasn’t your first time talking to him, after all.

“Oh, um yes. Good evening. Did you just finish work?” You asked. 

A yawn came.

“Yeah, you know how it is.”

Though a wall separated you both, you could see the silhouette of his arms against the railing and a smile upon his lips. You did your best not to lean out a little more to catch a better glance at him. 

“Ethereals to kill and tons of paperwork to fill, I’m guessing.”

“You know it!” He laughed. “And how was your day? Got a lot done?”

You groaned.

“I wish. I couldn’t concentrate at all. I didn’t sleep all too well last night,” you mumbled, before cursing silently under your breath. You didn’t mean to say that. Thankfully Harumasa did not miss a beat.

“Oh sleep troubles? Have you tried melatonin? That’s what the Deputy Chief recommends.”

“She does? Have… Have you tried it?” 

You definitely wanted to hit yourself then. Couldn’t control your mouth, could you?

“Me? I’ve never needed to. I get plenty of sleep! Just ask my colleagues,” he replied with a grin that could be heard on his voice. 

You did your best to laugh in reply. 

“I’m jealous. There’s someone I know who is sick, so I guess I’ve been thinking about them too much to clear my mind at night. But they seem like they don’t like to talk about it much, so I don’t really know what to do…”

It was quiet for a few moments before he decided to reply.

“Oof, that sounds tough. I’m sure they only do it because they don’t want other people to worry. People who are sick know how to take care of themselves, so I would try to give that person a little more credit,” he reassured. 

“You think so?” You asked. 

He hummed.

“Okay, well, not every sick person makes sure to take care of themselves. But the ones that have people that care for them do. No sick person wants the people they care for to worry about them, so they try their best to care for themselves even when it is hard to do so. Give them a little credit.”

You thought hard about what he said. Well, it did make sense. So did that mean that as in bad of a condition he seemed to be during those nights he couldn’t sleep or the days he stayed home in bed, that he truly was taking care of himself? Could you truly believe that?

“If it were me,” he continued on, “I’d want nothing more than to live, you know?”

You don’t know what it was. Perhaps it was the way he said such a thing so simply that made tears come to your eyes. 

“I guess… I see what you mean,” you mumbled. “If that’s the case, I hope… I hope he puts his all into living as long as he can. That’s the least he can do, right?”

You couldn’t help the watery laugh that came to your lips. 

“Of course!” He replied. “I’m sure he’ll do his best.”

[ellaenchanting]

50 Days of Fetishes Day 50: Words

Hypnotized.

Enthralled. Enraptured. Ensorcelled. Entranced.

Mesmerized.

Bewitched. Beguiled. Brainwashed.

Spellbound.

Mindless. Mindfucked. Mind-altering.

Conditioned.

Controlled.

Put under. Put to sleep. Put away.

Relaxed.

Deeply relaxed.

Completely relaxed.

Melting.

Helpless.

Drifty. Dreamy. Dazed.

Give up.

Give over.

Give in.

Slack.

Emptied.

Thoughtless.

Will-less.

Programmed. Passive.

Dissociated. Disinhibited.

Unaware.

Fascinated.

Weak.

Submissive. Obedient. Compliant. Compelled.

Hypnotized.

Hypnotized.

HYPNOTIZED

[max-nicoxfandom]

Me looking at fanart of characters being friends who are also friends in canon: *practically in tears clenching my first over my chest* ouhgg they're so friends

[forged-in-kaoss]

gomu gomu of your eye

[mariamlovesyou]

tuned into Plestia's live with Rahma Zein's second account (she got shadowbanned). key moments:

plestia talked about her adjustment to living in australia. "it's 1:30am now and it's normal for me and many palestinians who live abroad to be awake hours into the morning. i am scared of sleeping. because of the time difference, i'm scared if i sleep i will wake up to bad news. in gaza i was scared of the sound of the bombs, here i am scared of the quiet."

contacting family and friends in gaza is near impossible. "sometimes i feel like a crazy person, calling 20 times in a row hoping that on the 21st time the call might go through."

on the destruction of entire communities and neighbourhoods: "i'm scared when i go back to gaza i won't recognise it anymore. someone sent me a picture of my neighbourhood, and i couldn't tell it was mine at first. all my favourite places, cafes where the aunties used to give me extra food and ask about my day, have been destroyed. i dread looking at my gallery or seeing snapchat memories because most of these people in the pictures are no longer alive."

rahma asked plestia to talk about one story that stuck with her. plestia said "i remember walking one time on the 'safe corridor', that's what they called it anyway, and i saw an older woman clutching onto a donkey cart where her son's body was, refusing to let go of it. i asked my colleague what the smell was, he said it's dead bodies under the rubble. it was the first time i familiarised myself with the smell. the son's body was decaying and the woman told me about cats and animals eating away at it. i've had children talk to me about birds eating away at their parents' decomposing bodies and not being able to chase them away."

"it seems so silly to go to hospitals for minor sicknesses now. i can't even think about how many palestinian children are going to be terrified of hospitals now. there was a girl who was taken to the hospital to get treatment for injuries by one of the bombs, and while she was in the bathroom another bomb landed nearby. the impact from that sent the ceiling crashing down on her.. she got another injury while getting treated for her first one."

"i hate how people talk about our resilience - as if it's okay that this is happening to us. we are only surviving because we have to, because we have no other choice."

rahma brought up the way family homes are set up in palestine and asked plestia to elaborate. "basically, there are floors. someone will live on the ground floor, and then their married son lives with his children on the floor above them, and then their successors above them and so on. so when family homes are targeted, they wipe out entire families. many families officially no longer exist."

"i used to wear my journalist helmet and vest all the time, felt naked without it, even slept with the vest on sometimes until i realised it only made me more of a target. they didn't give me any protection, only headaches and back pain."

"i am an optimistic person, i loved covering sweet sentimental things, like at my graduation asking parents of top graduates how they feel about their children graduating. that's what i love reporting on. i wanted to cover things like that when i came back to gaza, show the beautiful side of gaza that the media didn't really show, but i didn't have the chance." "do you think they'll give you right of return?" "i can only hope."

plestia mentioned how hard it was being a journalist with limited access to the internet, charging facilities, no mics, lack of equipment and how difficult it was uploading things. rahma asked her what's one story that wasn't really recorded or posted due to these constraints; plestia said "the evacuations. sometimes they informed us about them, sometimes they didn't. you have no idea how hard it was, everyone looking for their family members, making sure every one was there, taking to the streets in 5 minutes and not knowing which way to go. i remember i went to my friend's house for shelter for 30 minutes before the first evacuation was announced and we ran to another family's house, stayed there for 2 days before another evacuation was announced. me, my friend, and that family all evacuated together to another family's house. there were already so many people there seeking shelter, it wasn't just one family staying there. none of us knew how long we had in any place."

before october 7th, palestinians were used to limitations on electricity. plestia used to plan her day's tasks around when the electricity was working. "for example when the electricity was on from 12 to 4, i would say i will do my laundry and charge the phones during this time. life wasn't exactly 'normal', but all of us pray to have those days back in comparison to what we are experiencing now." plestia also said that cars are running on cooking oil now because there is no fuel.

on hygiene: "many pregnant women have to give birth without any pain medication or medical attention. once we ran out of medicine, that was it. women who had to get C-sections couldn't stay to recover or get followup treatments because someone else needed the bed. we have no water, no tissues, no pads, barely any bathrooms. in the shelter schools you have to wait an hour before even getting to use the bathroom because of how many people are there."

"something you don't hear about is how many people die because of sadness. there's so many ways to die in gaza, because of the bombardment, because of starvation, the lack of resources, but i also know many elderly people who died because their hearts couldn't take it anymore. i have been in gaza before and lived through 4 aggressions, but nothing compared to this one."

a recurring sentiment that was echoed in the video: "sometimes i thought to myself: who am i recording this for? because we've already shown everything, we've already talked about everything. everything has already been said, the proof is everywhere, nothing i talked about today is new." rahma said the first video posted about what's happening in palestine should've been enough.

she is 22 today. plestia's closing words: don't stop talking about us, don't stop boycotting, don't stop protesting, please don't get bored of fighting for palestine.

[dudedidujust]

Au where Damian comes to Gotham with the goal of infiltrating and eventually overthrowing Batman instead of inheriting the mantle. Not much changes from canon except for the fact that he views everything that batman owns as his. That's his future cave and his future batmobile. This also includes his robins. After all everyone knows Batman wouldn't really be Batman without them.

Cue a very bewildered Tim being lectured on his eating habits by a righteous Damian who won't let one of his people take shortcuts with their health.

[purinfelix]

some franco things i cannot stop thinking about

(because the brainrot is actually becoming too much to handle)

him saying he is more of a dog person (his family owns a dog) but if he were to buy a pet now it'd be a cat because he wouldn't feel bad about leaving it alone

his team telling him time and time again to just catch a private car to the Williams factory - him insisting on catching a public bus instead (saying he can get a good view from the top deck)

his team having to buy an extra suitcase for all the gifts he received after the last weekend in brazil

on that note - him not feeling the best that weekend (for many, obvious reasons) but feeling so touched by all the fans that came out for him that he went out to greet them anyways

him being shocked at alex's 14 hour screen time saying he only has about 2hr 50 minutes 😭

his bereals

actually just the whole segment of him making alex mate and explaining things about it so proudly

his strategy in Austin being his own idea - and then joking that if he doesn't get a seat he can just become a strategist

his curls

him taking that interview on the bike - and also blabbing about the expensive merch prices, telling people to just buy fakes or else they'll end up eating rice for months

him on that talk show wearing pants that still had the security tag on them 😭😭 (and then explaining that he put them on cuz they were nice and they beeped when he left the store, but the employees told him just to go anyways)

okay that's all i can think of for now GOODBYE!!!!

[hinamie]

obligatory water tribe alt outfits so i am not held liable if they freeze

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[fr3sh-c0rn]

there's just something about crime shows made in the early to mid 2000s man

[stillgotscars]

i don’t know why all the trees change in the fall. now i know why all the trees change in the fall. realized i loved you in the fall. like the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all. autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and i can picture it after all these days. windows flung right open, autumn air, jacket ‘round my shoulders is yours. the autumn chill that wakes me up, you loved the amber skies so much.

[arataka-reigen]

I'm trying to start a movement here

[ID: The first 3 images are edited versions of the "Let's take ibuprofen together" meme. The captions now say "Let's read shoujo together". They each show a person holding their hand out to the viewer; a character from the series Benigyokuzui, Mob from Mob Psycho 100, and Jerma. / end ID]

ID provided by @siroofington thank you so much

[charlietheepicwriter7]

"Grandfather."

Ra's knew who the boy was the moment he'd snuck into the room. He'd allowed the child--more man than child now, but everyone was a child compared to him--moments to steel himself while Ra's refrained from acknowledging his presence. The boy's breath was barely audible but unsteady, and a drop of something fell to the floor.

His grandson was injured. "Danyal," he greeted and finally gazed upon him for the first time in seven years.

Danyal had grown into his father's height, yet stayed lean in regards to his musculature. His black hair had grown out of the League-regulation haircut, held back in a messy braid. He held himself as strong as he could, but kept an arm wrapped around his stomach. His shirt--standard American teenage garb, he dismissed--was spotted with blood and he could see bandages poking out from under the cloth.

With great care, Danyal knelt before the Demon Head and recited the Oath of Loyalty.

Ra's watched.

The boy's tongue, fat with English, spoke the League's variant of Arabic with the grace of a mace to the head, yet his words were clear. He took his time speaking the oath, carefully sounding out words, working hard to avoid mispronunciation. The Oath in question was the older version, from before Deathstroke's insurrection, but Danyal spoke it with a calm certainty that it would be accepted.

And without a doubt, it would be accepted.

Talia's eldest son had been born from her body instead of through science, a mistake that nearly cost her the child and damaged him upon birth. While the best doctors in the world saved his life, Danyal Al Ghul would always be weak in a fight, always prone to illness, always struggling to excel. When it became clear that the boy couldn't become the next Demon Head, Ra's sent Talia to create a replacement while arrangements were made for her first child to be taught business and science, for the betterment of the League. Danyal, very much his father's child, thrived in his intellectual pursuits while Damian grew and developed into a budding assassin.

But Danyal was more like his father than he'd ever knew. Ra's couldn't miss the signs of one of his family turning away from the League. Not the mission--Danyal had written several university level papers defending the environment by the time the boy was 10--but Ra's methods...

Ra's had a conundrum. Danyal was a dedicated conservationist; once the boy was an adult, Ra's was certain he'd take the world by storm and bring the League to new heights. But if he forced his methods onto Danyal, he could create an enemy of him, just as his father was.

Ra's gave Danyal an offer; Danyal would be allowed to leave the League and live a normal life if and only if he faked his own death in such a way that reinforced Damian's loyalty to the League of Assassins.

Danyal had been hesitant at first, but past his test with flying colors. Instigating one of the more unstable assassins into organizing a coup, cutting the insurgents off near immediately, but "dying" protecting both his younger brother and mother. It was a masterful performance. Even Talia hadn't known about the deceit.

And yet, here he was, on his knees, pledging loyalty. Danyal knew what that meant, knew what he was returning to, which morals he would be allowed to keep.

"And what do you bring with you, child of no one?" Why should the League accept the return of this child, who left once before?

Danyal met his eyes. "I bring with me, my team, who are loyal to me and me alone. I bring with me, research surrounding the Lazarus Pits, in origins and further uses for the waters." Ra's raised an eyebrow, and Danyal smirked. "I bring with me, my knowledge, nurtured within this very home and sharpened in the world outside. I bring with me, my weapons, built with my own hands. I bring with me... my body, finally healthy and whole." He brought his head down to the floor, trembling with pain. "I bring my whole self to the Demon's Head, for Him to accept or reject."

Ra's smiled. "By the shadows that guard our order and the blood that binds us, I accept this oath. From this day forward, you are an instrument of the League, a harbinger of justice, and a weapon in the hand of Ra's Al Ghul."

Danyal returned to his feet, swaying percariously. He needed immediate medical attention. Despite this, he continued, "Long live the League of Assassins. Long live Ra's Al Ghul."

And he collapsed onto the floor.

[layaart]

the usual demographic of the book community is being ignorant again so here's a reminder

[hawkeyeslaughter]

hey , don’t cry . 256 episodes of mash to watch . many enjoyable . all with hawkeye . okay ?

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will