#and i cannot wait for them all to be together

[fastandcarlos]

My Home : ̗̀➛ Carlos Sainz

summary: the journey of how your long distance relationship is reunited once again 🛬

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carlossainz55: day 50 of missing my best friend and all the little ordinary things that she somehow made feel extraordinary ✨⛅️

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username1: it’s so impressive how these two make long distance work so well 🥹

ynusername: can’t wait to come home and be back with you again 💞

carlossainz55: @/ynusername just a few more days to go amor 🥺

username2: is it bad that I’m also counting down the days until they’re reunited again??

danielricciardo: you two are incredible managing to keep things going even though you’re so far apart 👏🏻

username3: carlos always knows how to break our hearts with a soft caption 💔

charles_leclerc: you’ve managed to do a really subtle job of letting us all know how much you miss her 😂

username4: the fact that he trusts her enough to cook with her too…

alexandrasaintmleux: if it makes you feel any better I also can’t wait for yn to be home 🥳

username5: can’t wait for these two to be back together again and blessing us with content!

landonorris: I keep telling you that we can go for coffee together but you don’t listen!

carlossainz55: @/landonorris there are certain things that just aren’t the same with you 🫢

username6: 50 whole damn days since we last saw the dream team side by side 😭

georgerussell63: and here I am thinking a week is a long time to be without my girl…

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ynusername: day 64 of being away from your handsome face. can’t wait for beach days like these once again soon 🩵

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username7: sorry yn but do you expect me to be okay after posting that middle photo!?

charles_leclerc: btw he’s had a countdown going down on his phone everyday since you left 😂

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc embarrassed to say I’ve got one too, on my home screen as well 😊

username8: please someone just end their suffering already and reunite them 💕

maxverstappen1: pls come and get your man soon, fed up of dealing with his lovesick whining 😝

username9: how anyone could survive being away from that handsome face is beyond me 😂

landonorris: just to clarify, you’re talking about carlos’ handsome face…you never know, it could be mine 😇

ynusername: @/landonorris as happy as I am to see you soon, it’s definitely carlos’ 😂

username10: he really is the definition of a soft boyfriend isn’t he…

alexandrasaintmleux: cannot wait to see your beautiful face opposite me at a coffee table soon ☕️

username11: over two months they’ve been apart and now in a matter of days they’ll be together again, like a fairytale ✨

carlossainz55: home is ready and waiting for you, as are my open arms 🫂🥰

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 I can’t wait to be back in your hold again 😍

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ynusername: race day -1, settling down for my last race away from home, you got this darling ❤️🏎️

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carlossainz55: sorry that I couldn’t bring home the win love, maybe next time when you’re back there with me 💞

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 ik you were secretly holding on so I got to be there in person 😂❤️

username12: I can’t begin to tell you how happy this post makes me knowing you’ll be home soon 🥺

username13: now this is the kinda setup I need for race day!!

carmenmmundt: wish I was there to snuggle under that blanket with you

lilymhe: @/carmenmmundt I’ve already bagsied the blanket for movie night when yn’s home 😘

username14: notice how it’s carlos in the lead with yn watching too ☺️

charles_leclerc: thank god I don’t have to deal with his moping around without you for anymore races 🙌🏻

georgerussell63: petition for you to make hot chocolate for all of us when you’re back in the paddock too 😏

ynusername: @/georgerussell63 not a chance with how needy you guys are 😂

username15: it’s adorable how yn has always made sure to be watching the races even though she’s away with work

landonorris: I’ve lost count of how many times he’s told me that you’ll be at the next race, he’s so excited yn!!

username16: their interactions somehow melt my heart every single time they update 🫠

danielricciardo: on behalf of every driver, please save us from carlos telling us how much he misses you constantly asap

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charles_leclerc: my last few days of filling the large yn shaped hole that has been in my sweetie’s life ❤️🥹

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username17: I’m not ready to say goodbye to this pairing soon 😭

ynusername: thank you for taking such great care of my best friend leclerc ❤️

username18: charles has somehow become carlos’ emotional support system over the past couple of months lmao

danielricciardo: I also don’t think I’m stable enough for this bromance to end just yet…

username19: I’m sure yn is beyond grateful for the fact that carlos has had you by his side charles

carlossainz55: what would I do without my honey right by my side!?

username20: I’ve got high expectations for alex next time yn has to go on a work trip 😂

landonorris: guessing that carlando means nothing to you anymore then @/carlossainz55

carlossainz55: @/landonorris every time I came to you you just laughed in my face remember?? 🙄

username21: why do I get the feeling yn is coming home just to be a third wheel…

alexandrasaintmleux: can you boys just get a room and have done with it please 🤦🏻‍♀️

charles_leclerc: @/alexandrasaintmleux just tell us you’re jealous without telling us you’re jealous

username22: the way he just calls him sweetie as if that’s the norm 🥹

alex_albon: please come and meet me to pass on all your tips and advice for next year 😂

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ynusername: day 1 of being back in my favourite place on earth…home 🏡❤️

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carlossainz55: the house finally feels like a home again with you back inside 💕

username23: I can’t believe they’re finally back together again, this is so exciting!!

charles_leclerc: welcome home yn!! can’t wait to catch up with you this weekend!!

username24: apparently carlos was front of the line at arrivals making sure he got to her as quick as he could 😭

scuderiaferrari: we’re looking forward to welcoming you back into the garage this weekend ❤️

ynusername: @/scuderiaferrari can’t wait to catch up with the whole team and watch a race again!!

landonorris: I’m happy you’re reunited but I’m more happy that he’s finally gonna have a smile on his face again

username25: the way he carries her suitcase so effortlessly has me all kinds of giddy

georgerussell63: welcome back to monaco, we’ve all missed you so much!

username26: I’ve never been more excited for two people that I don’t even know…

maxverstappen1: he cancelled our game of padel today for this…I’ll let him off just this once 😂

ynusername: @/maxversrappen1 if you ask carlos he’ll say it’s definitely worth it 😂

username27: this means we finally get to see yn back at race weekend again 🎉

alexandrasaintmleux: I need to see you asap, missed you so much 💞

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ynusername: reunited with my second home, I forgot how good red looked on me. good luck to the best team on the grid this weekend, so happy to be back and cheer you on in person 🫶🏻☺️

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username28: damn we really did miss seeing you at a race weekend yn 🏎️

carlossainz55: you have no idea how happy I am to have you back with me again 💞

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 I bet it’s just as happy as I am to be back with you and the team again ✨

username29: hoping for a great result this weekend now that carlos has you back again

landonorris: patiently waiting for you to come and visit me, or do you plan on betraying me like carlos did??

ynusername: @/landonorris I promise I will come and see you at some point this week 🫂

username30: what are we supposed to do when red no longer is your colour next year??

danielricciardo: you must be pretty close to trying on every colour of the grid now 😂

carmenmmundt: um excuse me there better be a carmen plan somewhere in your schedule for this weekend 👀

username31: the camera somehow focused on you more than the cars in quali today 😂

oscarpiastri: it was lovely to finally meet you after hearing SO SO many stories about you!

ynusername: @/oscarpiastri I can only apologise for how much he talks about me ☺️

username32: the moment we’ve all been waiting for for so long 🤩

username33: please never leave us for a race weekend without you ever again!!

charles_leclerc: this has by far already been my most peaceful race weekend in a very long time all thanks to you!!

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carlossainz55: turns out my lucky charm really was the missing piece all along. thank you my love for coming back home and bringing me the luck I needed to be top of the podium again 🏆😍

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username34: does this mean that yn is never allowed to leave for a race ever again???

charles_leclerc: couldn’t be prouder of the race you put together this weekend, good job sweetie!!

username35: we’re all so proud of you carlos and your lucky charm 🫶🏻

scuderiaferrari: congratulations on such an amazing result carlos, the whole team is so proud of you ❤️🏎️

username36: he really was waiting for the moment for when yn could be there to celebrate too 😭

georgerussell63: that was incredible, saving your best for your girlfriend I see 😉

alex_albon: smashed it my friend, there was no catching you today 🚀

username37: this weekend has just reminded me just how much I adore these two humans!!

landonorris: buzzing to see you back where you belong on that top step mi amigo

username38: yn has to stick around forever now if she’s a lucky charm!

danielricciardo: it’s funny the effect a loved one can have isn’t it!? we all knew you were racing just to impress yn anyway 😂

username39: this weekend really couldn’t have gone more perfectly 😭

ynusername: I didn’t think you were being serious when you said you were waiting for me 😂

carlossainz55: @/ynusername a race win isn’t a win without you by my side 💕

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˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[mohammedmabrok]

A Call from Gaza to the World ! 💔

I am Mohamed Mabrouk, living alone in Belgium, while my family—my wife and children—live in Gaza. Every day, the feeling of helplessness grows within me as I am far away from them during these difficult times they are going through. Gaza today is no longer what it used to be; it is a city reduced to rubble under the weight of continuous bombardment. My family is sleeping on the streets in tents, enduring unrelenting bombing. While I live in a safe country, my wife and children are facing unimaginable horrors, threatened by death or injury at any moment.

Every day, I receive calls from them, bearing pain greater than I can bear. They tell me, “We are fine, but the situation is very difficult, we need help.” When I talk to them about their suffering, they tell me of the hunger overwhelming them, and of the skyrocketing prices for food and medicine. The cost of even the simplest necessities has become nearly impossible to afford.

I want to be with them, to extend my hand and offer assistance in this heartbreaking time. But I am here in Belgium, and there is little I can do but search for ways to send help through humanitarian organizations. Yet, these efforts are still far too limited given the catastrophic situation.

I know I cannot change the reality alone, but I cannot leave them in this hell. So, I am reaching out to you all. I ask you to test your humanity and help us alleviate the suffering of my family and thousands of other families in Gaza. Prices are rising, the tents provide no shelter from the cold, and the hospitals are overflowing with injured people, without enough medicines to treat them.

If you are able to donate or assist in any way, you will give hope to millions suffering and help save lives. I cannot be there physically, but together, we can offer hope to my loved ones and to thousands of families in Gaza who are waiting for a hand to help them through their suffering .

Please, respond to this call. Every donation and every form of assistance will make a significant impact in changing their reality. Even in the darkest moments, hope is what gives us the strength to keep going.

[gem-de-lune]

Daily Vibe Check 11/10

Seunghan only today (I am still doing all members every other day so I will do them all tmw)

How is he feeling today?

2 of Pentacles + 8 of Swords

He is feeling a bit anxious and stuck waiting in this situation. Simultaneously he is juggling a lot of responsibilities and has a lot to think about and prepare for in regards to this situation. It's not very negative, just kinda meh. He may just be physically tired is what I am getting tbh. (I literally like fell asleep for a few miniutes during my meditation before pulling)

What is he thinking a lot about today?

Queen of Wands + Knave of Pentacles

He is mainly concerned about how to protect himself, his peace and his assets

He is moving things around and preparing for a gloomy day because he does not want to be burned again. He is thinking a lot about how he can prevent this.

How does he feel about his chances of coming back to Riize?

7 of Pentacles

He believes that with hard work and patience it's not something impossible. He is feeling very optimistic about this. It's funny to note that is this a 7 card too! I think he is feeling confident and hopeful.

Checking up on SM's stance/what are they doing?

The Emperor + Ace of Wands + Knave of Chalices + The High Priestess

The first thing that came to mind in seeing these cards all together was "Alchemy" or literally like "cooking" in a sense that we are trying to find a bunch of ingredients for the perfect dish we have never made before in history. Essentially, with the Emperor, we have an emphasis on external endeavors and maintaining control. With the Priestess we have an emphasis on the internal and seeking out truths that may be hidden to bring them to light. Then with the Ace of wands- which btw I pull frequently when discussing SM's stance on Seunghan's return- we are seeing action being taken quickly with an intentional and pointed purpose. With the Knave here, it's very introspective energy.

In regards to what we know SM to be, i would say that they are very much active regarding the situation despite silence. They are planning but they are also monitoring, where did they go wrong? How can they prevent this? What will happen if they bring him back? I do not see that there is push back on whether they want to, it is about how to do so effectively without stirring the pot too badly. It's about making sure things stay in control regardless of the outcome. They may want to do a certain thing, and they may try- but they will ultimately DO what ends up being more stable. They are, right now, trying to figure out what avenue is more stable, or how to make their decision more stable.

Final Notes:

I want to reiterate that SM is a corporate entity. Just because they want to do something doesn't mean they will. Just because they say they'll do something doesn't mean they will. And thats when they will say "it didnt work out/could not come to an agreement". This is what I meant by showing them what would happen if they brought Seunghan back. We also need to expend some effort to make coming back a welcoming and positive thing that cannot be overshadowed by OT6 outrage. To do this, we have to create a positive and highly visible image for Seunghan across Korea. Let's work hard!

[ang3lofdivinity]

Because I’m trying to get back into writing more…

Imagine: Daisuke and you on the Tulpar managing to find time to spend together doing something like.. making food for the crew. No matter what your job is, you’re always willing to help him out with baking whenever needed!

“Dai, can you-“ You immediately freeze, looking over at your boyfriend who has made a rather large mess on the counter. He had dropped the batter out of the mixing bowl somehow, enough for it all to pour out as he holds the messy, metallic bowl and spatula in his hands. His expression? Dumbfounded to say the least

You genuinely cannot contain the giggles that escape your throat upon seeing the scene before you.

“Hey!! This isn’t funny!” He immediately pouts, whipping his head around to face you before looking back down at the bowl, using the spatula to scrap whatever remains are within the bowl and slinging them at you, causing you to laugh even harder - tears falling down your cheeks.

The batter had splattered on your clothes, along with your neck. But hey! At least you got a nice laugh out of it.

Quickly, your hands swiftly grab the nearest thing, which just so happens to be an opened sweetener pack, as you launch it towards him, causing him to squeal like a mouse.

This then, continues. For nearly hours as you laugh and cry about your food fight, throwing ingredients at each other as you can’t find a care in the world for the mess you’re creating. Only caring about your boyfriend’s happiness.

Other food items, utensils (non-harming ones), and bowls were thrown. The bowls and utensils clattered as they fell to the ground, nearly causing you both to fall at certain times as you raced around the dining table in the center, trying to avoid getting hit once more.

There’s honestly nothing that can ruin this-

“What are IDIOTS doing???”

Upon hearing Swansea’s voice, you both instantaneously pause, staring over at the old man standing in the doorway.

Without a second to spare, you quickly rush over to Daisuke, who’s practically trembling under Swansea’s gaze.

“You stupid kids! Why would you waste these products!?” He yells, brows furrowed.

You move in front of Daisuke rather protectively, clearing your throat.

“It was my fault, Mr Swansea. I instigated this, and pressured him to join me in.. what I thought was fun. I’m so sorry. We’ll clean this up right away and salvage all that we can.” You bow your head in respect, lips now pursed.

“Just, don’t do it again..” He huffed as he turned on his heel, now leaving as the door slid shut.

It takes you guys a moment before you start giggling ever so slightly.

Imagine: You are sleeping, and then you suddenly hear your door open in the middle of the night. Surprise, it’s Daisuke! And even when trying to tough it out - he eventually can’t find it within him to go back to sleep without company. So he goes to your room to ask if he can sleep with you because being with you makes him feel better.

You groggily manage to raise yourself enough to sit on your bed, eyes blinking slowly as you try to adjust to your surroundings. Yawning, you finally see who’s opened your door.

Daisuke.

“..Sweetheart, it’s still nighttime. Can whatever you have to say wait until morning?..” Your voice is slightly raspy, but you try your best to sound as kind as you can, giving a small smile to the man in the doorway.

“I um.. sorry- I can go.. I didn’t mean to disturb you..” He fumbles over his words, fidgeting with his fingers as he stumbles backwards a bit. Something.. something seems wrong with his tone, however. Like something’s genuinely going wrong. So, that really gave you a wake-up call.

How could you push away your boyfriend in order to get just a bit more sleep tonight when he seems so distressed??

“Wait!-“ You quickly call out, causing him to stop him from leaving once he showed signs of him beginning to leave. You couldn’t let him leave just like that!

He turns to you, a worried look on his face. As if he’d done something wrong. You’ve seen that look before. He makes the same face whenever Swansea calls out his name all of the sudden, making him stiffen up, worrying that’d done something wrong.

But he hasn’t.

He’s just a young adult, like you.

Just trying to live.

Just. Like. You.

“..Come here.” Your voice is softer, sounding much more normal to how you normally sound - yet it still has that tired tinge to it.

He stares at you for a moment, confused about what’s happening before obliging. He slowly enters, the door sliding closed behind him as he awkwardly stands near the side of the bed where you’re resting. Swiftly, you lift up the covers, moving back a bit before patting the free spot on your bed.

“Come on. We can talk about it in the morning if you’re ready then.”

He almost immediately jumps into your arms upon crawling up into bed with you, wrapping his own around you while burying his face away into your shoulder. One of your hands glides up, finding its way into his hair, tangling with strands of it, stroking his hair, massaging his scalp - doing simple things to try and get him to relax a bit more.

Which works.

He’s out once more, arms wrapped around each other.

Imagine: Giving little gifts to each other with small letters of affirmation written on little post it notes. Even if that small gift is just an article of clothing one of you guys borrowed from the other.

‘You’re doing amazing, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you. Keep the good work up, Dai. :)’

- (_____)

Daisuke reads the note attached to a bag of sweetener with a cheeky grin, clearly pleased with this. I mean, he’s been told he’s useless, that he’s just an idiot - but you see through that. You see the effort, the time it takes. Even if it fails, at least he tried to do it.

Quickly he looks around his room for a moment, trying to find the perfect thing to give you.

When he finds it.

.

Upon arriving back to your room from the medic bay, helping Anya with Curly and a few other errands she needed - you’re greeted with the sight of a hoodie somewhat neatly placed on your bed. You furrow your brows, confused for a moment before you approach your bed, now seeing the post-it-note attached to it.

A small grin slowly graces your lips as you tilt your head at the sight, gently taking it off the hoodie.

‘Know that you matter to me! You’re so incredibly awesome, I don’t know how I got to date with someone so cool >:D’

- Daisuke

As your smile grows larger, you realize 2 essential things:

You’re so thankful to have him.

And

He’s the best boyfriend ever. (Even if a bit silly at times).

You love him.

[jazeswhbhaven]

Hiiii, can I request some headcanons for the seraphim?? I absolutely adore these little evil angels o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

Thank you for waiting anon! I love the angels just as much so I think I have a few hc's I can throw out there~

✝Even though all three seraphim sleep in the same room, they each react to each other as if they are intruding in their personal space each time

✝the reason they don't have their own rooms is out of choice, they hate each other but they also don't want to be separate from one another

✝Raphael is really the only one out of three of them that eats regularly. Gabriel and Michael fast regularly

✝All three of them absolutely cannot stand being touched by lower angels

✝Gabriel and Raphael are the only two who don't entirely hate MC, Michael however will never like them no matter what

✝When God was still in Heaven he only really liked speaking with Lucifer. He could never tell the others that he found them exhausting without breaking their spirit

✝Gabriel attacks Gehenna the most because he's upset that Satan got to MC first

✝Michael at one time had a small shrine of Lucifer, it's one of his 'sins' that he keeps secret

✝During the annual orgies, the seraphim do not participate but they do watch to make sure no one takes off their chastity belt

✝Raphael is the only one who takes his belt off secretly after interacting with MC. Michael doesn't think about anything regarding MC. Gabriel tries to figure out how to remove his, obsessed with thinking that God has greater plans for him that involve having it off

✝When the seraphim do eat together, it's usually in the same area like a makeshift family dinner. This usually ends up in arguments about how Lucifer isn't there to lead in prayer

✝Everyday each one tries to kill each other out of annoyance alone. They literally cannot function without big brother Lucifer around

✝As children, the seraphim used to be more affectionate toward one another. Holding hands when going to the bathroom, when sick they would take care of each other. Lucifer raised them to be that way, yet somehow when they were older...it vanished

✝Raphael is allergic to seafood. Michael is allergic to fake metals. Gabriel is lactose intolerant.

✝They used to race each other in the skies as a past time childhood game to practice stretching and using their wings. Michael would win every time and the others would say it's because of his wing on the back of his head

✝Raphael throws up a lot and quite easily, sometimes Gabriel will have medicine set aside for nausea but make it to where it looks like he didn't put it there for him to find

✝Michael secretly does not hate his brothers. He's just frustrated and upset that Lucifer is gone and can't regulate his emotions in order to deal with his brother's attitudes

✝Raphael wishes it was his mark that was on MC instead of Gabe's

✝Gabriel has every hymn in existence memorized in various languages

✝All three seraphim cannot stand Selaphiel collectively

[cassiewritessalot]

no one noticed

pairing: jj maybank x kook!reader

summary: jj met reader at a bonfire at the start of the summer, as they got closer over the past few weeks, reader invites jj to midsummers excited to see where the night would take them, or if they could survive the night.

warnings: vulgar language, underage drinking and smoking, i think that's all, lmk if i missed anything!

cassie’s note: first jj post, and hopefully there will be many more in the future!! tysm for all the love & appreciation so far, i adore all of you seeing this. with love always, cassie <3.

you met jj at a boneyard party 3 weeks ago, you remember that night as if it were yesterday,

you were walking with your friend around the boneyard trying to get her away from drinks that would intoxicate her more than she already was. as you were walking she stumbled into a gorgeous blonde boy.

"i'm so sorry about her, she's fucking wasted.. are you good?" you ask the mystery boy. he shakes his head, a giggle leaving his mouth, "no worries, i'm good cutie." he gives you a smile before asking, "but for real, you're gorgeous, would you want to hangout when you're friend isn't bumping into me?" making you two laugh at your friend who stumbled away, finding more liquor along the way. "that would be amazing, i'm y/n by the way." you extend your hand out the shake jj's slightly sweaty ones. "y/n.. beautiful, just like you. i'm jj!" he says excitedly. you and jj continue to talk and walk together for most of the night and exchange numbers.

as the weeks passed by you and jj got extremely close, he didn't mind the fact that you're a kook and you didn't mind the fact that he was a pogue. as the hangouts increased, you felt you're feelings for jj increase as well. the fact that he flirted absentmindedly didn't help at all, he was always calling you 'mama', 'princess, 'baby' or anything that came to his mind, anything besides your name. as time passed by, your parents were pressuring you into finding a date for the midsummers, they also knew about jj and thought it would be a good idea if he came along with you guys, as you had your parents permission you decided to text jj, waiting anxiously for his response.

when jj saw your message appear on his screen, he felt a grin spread across his face.

hey jay, hope ur good :) i was wondering if you wanted to come with me to the midsummers this year? lmk!

as soon as he read your message, he immediately made up his mind. jj would go anywhere you go, he always wanted to be with you and would start missing you the second he drops you home and you wish him goodnight. however, jj had his doubts, making the grin on his face falter. what would the other kooks think about you for bringing jj to an event like that. it might not mean much to you but it means a lot to jj to make a good impression.

hey princess, 'course i'll go with you. but are you sure you want a pogue at a kook event? i don't think i have anything to wear to something like that

jj was surprised to see you tyoing away as soon as he sent the message.

don't worry about any of that, i got you a suit and shoes, just bring your cute self along, thank you jay really. it means a lot to me.

jj felt his faltered smile return back to the grin it had before, feeling giddy inside at your message. knowing that you want him to be there with you makes him feel a certain way.

anything for you princess, and thx for the suit ;)

after jj sends the last text, he all of a sudden, cannot stop thinking about the midsummers, he feels excited. excited to see you, how you’d look, what you’d be wearing, how you would act with him there. you were the only thing running through his thoughts at the moment.. but that has been a daily thing since he met you at the boneyard a couple of weeks ago.

- timeskip to the day of the midsummer -

as the day of the midsummer has arrived, jj had gone to your house early in the morning to get ready. your mom was especially excited about jj attending with you all, as this is the first year that you’ll have a date to the midsummer. while jj and your dad got ready together, which was a bonding moment that jj very much needed, you and you your mother did your makeup together.

“so.. you excited to go with jj?”, your mother asked as she brushed out her h/c hair. “definitely, i feel really good about him.”, you reply as you apply concealer to your face, maroon seeping into your cheeks with a knowing smile spreads across your face.

your mother notices the look on your face and smiles sweetly at you, “i have a good feeling about him too honey, so does your dad. but if this ends like how the whole-“ you cut your mom off before she could finish the sentence. “stop it mom, jj isn’t like that at all.” you say as you finish blending out your concealer. “i know, just please be careful cookie.”, your mom gives you a look, a look of care, a look you know all too well. you smile and hold out your pinky and she smiles and interlaces hers with yours. as you two got finished with hair and makeup, you slip into your dresses.

you’re wearing a satin baby blue dress, with nude heels, a pearl necklace and flower crown. as you got jj’s suit, you got him a suit in the exact same shade as your dress so everyone knows that you’re matching. your mother and yourself make your way downstairs to find your boys all dolled up and waiting for you.

as you make your way towards jj, his hands interlace with yours. “well don’t you look handsome,” you say as you spin the boy around, making the two of let out a laugh. “you look absolutely breathtaking, mama.” he said, making you flushed with the nickname, but also making you confused as now you have no idea where you and jj stand. as the two of you converse more, your parents let you know it’s time to leave and the two of you follow them to the car.

once you arrived at the cameron’s summer home for the midsummer event, your parents leave the car and you turn to jj who is noticeably strained with nervousness, you tap his shoulder and he turns to look at you. his tense eyes now soft as they fall onto your e/c one’s.

“you okay jay?”, you ask the blonde haired boy, “yeah i- i just don’t know what to expect.”, he replies as his eyes fall down to his hands and he starts picking at his nails. you place your hand on his hands to stop him from fidgeting. “you’ll be with me the entire time i promise, don’t worry.”, you tell the boy with a smile on your face, seeing you smile instantly makes jj smile. the two of you exit the vehicle and walk into the party, you see a few familiar faces and greet them. as you’re walking around, jj spots kiara and pope, he turns to you silently asking if you can go to them and you nod your head with a laugh and watch jj leave to talk to his friends. once jj leaves you turn in your spot to find a drink.

as jj, pope and kie are talking, they notice rafe, topper and kelce coming towards them. “what’s a bitch-ass pogue like you doing here huh, jj?” topper laughs with rafe and kelce while pointing at jj. “y/n invited him for you information.” kiara defended jj knowing that his patience was low. “wow look at you kiara defending this wanna-be.” kelce laughs while putting his arm around jj who quickly shakes it off. “i’m sorry- did you say y/n?” rafe asks kiara who nods her head in response. “wow didn’t know that slut had it in her.” rafe hummed as he turned to look back at where you were, the comment making jj’s patience go down the drain, he walks up to rafe and roughly grabs him by the collar of his shirt. “the fuck did you just call her?” jj asks in a rough voice, anger laced in his eyes. “jj stop!” kiara and pope try to intervene but jj wasn’t having it, he wasn’t going to let someone like rafe disrespect you like that. “let me go, you fucker!”, rafe screams at jj, jj then removes his hands roughly and wants to walk away before kelce makes the first move and punches jj in the jaw, making him lose his balance a bit.

“stay in your lane bro!” kelce screamed before jj punches him in the gut making him fall and jj gets ontop of him, punching the kid everywhere. the 2 pogues and 2 kooks start yelling at the two, gaining attention of the other party attendees. as you looked up at the scene you could see jj on the floor and immediately made your way over to the group, pope and rafe managed to separate kelce and jj from one another, “jj! what the hell happened.” you ask the boy who was still keeping his eye on kelce and rafe. “i’ll tell you what happened, that bitch thinks it’s okay to call you names!”, jj screams, but not at you, at rafe. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and wanted to ask more until you noriced jj’s bleeding jaw. you eyes widened at the sight and before you could ask anything kiara and pope were following jj away from the midsummer. you started to follow them aswell, not knowing where they were going, but you wouldn’t leave them alone until you spoke to jj, you look back at the midsummer one last time for you parents. when you find them they do nothing but smile and mouth the word, ‘go.’

you returned their smile before following jj, kiara and pope to who knows where.

[apdreadful]

Since the election I have deactivated some of my social media. Blocked some people I never should have ever engaged with to begin with, and unfollowed several accounts on IG that just don’t bring me joy.

And 911onabc was one.

Is it because Buck & Tommy didn’t end together? No. I’m a grown ass adult. I can be irritated by the something and not be dramatic or hateful about it.

It was because several storylines lately have been complete bullshit.

They start strong with solid good storytelling. But then..eh we’re bored. Only whatever we do absolutely can not make sense!

The lazy fucking way they wrote Christopher’s character out, and that weird ass doppelgänger storyline.

New season? Let’s start by putting Bobby and Athena through to some major disaster! Hey it worked last season! Let’s do it again! (Do not even get me started on that fucking drug cartel shit..what the hell even was that??)

We are only allowed to have one character or couple drama free at a time. And if we can’t come up with a plausible way to create discord or havoc, we’ll just do some stupid shit instead!

Spend several seasons showing the deep strong bond between Eddie and Christopher. Gavin’s family moves? Just make it something dumb..but fast! I know let’s have him get mad at his dad and ask to move in with his grandparents!! Never mind he’d never do that!

The amount of psychological trauma they have inflicted on Maddie. The near death experiences of Chimney. Jesus. Just what tf?

Hmmm. Karen and Hen..the fans would revolt if we broke them up. So let’s go after their kids!! And we can’t make it about them being gay! Let’s create this over the top villain Councilwoman Ortiz. Who’s the mother of that drunk coked up dude from the accident. Only we absolutely cannot have Hen or anyone defend what happened or shut that shit down by saying “Your son was a fucking menace and maybe if you hadn’t kept covering for him he would have gotten some fucking help and not caused an accident.” Also do not mention Hen was cleared of all wrong doing. Nope. Logic has no place here!

Ok so the fans have been clamoring for Buddie. But Eddie Diaz is straight. Period.

So hey! Let’s make Buck bisexual. And tell everyone we are getting him off the hamster wheel (because really, we’ve given him the emotional depth of a teaspoon for a while now)..And his love interest/boyfriend should be Tommy Kinard, who used to work at the 118, and we will invest time to give him a compelling backstory, and lay a ton of Easter eggs showing how richly we can mine this pairing and these characters.

And make them HAPPY for several episodes. Blissfully in love. And then totally out of the blue, let’s break them up. But the reason has to be complete bullshit, totally against character out of left field BULLSHIT. Like they should start out the episode great and about 80 percent in..wait! Let’s also make him the SAME Tommy Abbie from season one was engaged to before she started banging Buck! And then let’s make Tommy who is so into Buck it’s palpable, dump him because he’s afraid of getting his heart broken! Even though it’s one of the most tired, overdone, stupid tropes ever!!

Yeah. I don’t know WTF is going on in the writers room I would swear it’s like there’s this talented group of writers who start stories, and then they go out in Wilshire Blvd and ask some random person on the street to write the ending, but they have to do it, right there in the next 20 minutes.

No I am not going to stop watching 911 forever. I just don’t really want to see them on my IG. This last stunt, sparked only incredulity and scorn.

[shammers86]

I’ve slept on it. And I find the breakup to be actually quite good to me. Let me get into it.

Someone else mentioned it but linking Tommy and Abby together is perfection to parallel these two relationships. Despite what people think, Abby was the first serious relationship he had. It may not have been serious for her but it was to him. And we cannot discount that, nor can we discount this relationship with Tommy. But linking the two of them really showcased that Buck really loves with his whole heart and yes he is impulsive when it comes to new relationships.

Buck went from 0 to 60 in this relationship, just like he did with Abby. However, the difference lies in the reasons why they left. And this just came to me.

Tommy left because he didn’t want to get hurt (really the unsaid Eddie of it all). Abby left because she needed to find herself. Buck has held onto relationships so he doesn’t get hurt. But now Buck really has to explore what liking men in addition to women means for him.

Tommy doing so, knowing Buck is still finding himself, really allows Buck to dig deep down and figure out why he’s fast forward through relationships. It’s selfish really. Tommy knows he’s not Buck’s last but being his first is just a special. Abby was the same for Buck. She helped change his view on casual flings and looking for love.

The one major difference in these two very similar relationships is the Eddie of it all. He went all in with Abby and when she left, he waited. But then Eddie (and Chris) came along and he found a new person to go all in on, even if he doesn’t know that yet.

Tommy, however, comes in with Buck and Eddie already established. If Buck is there, most likely Eddie is there too. And Tommy does go into this relationship knowing how these two are. And he was exactly like Abby, wanting to shoot his shot. Eddie’s straight after all right? Buck is a charmer and Tommy is like ok this could work.

But it doesn’t. Tommy realizes this as they celebrate their six month anniversary and seeing how Buck reacts to Tommy saying he can bring Eddie to the Lakers game definitely tells him he’s gonna get his heart broken eventually.

Him telling Buck this, saying I’m not going to be your last tells me everything in this breakup. Eddie has haunted their narrative from day 1. The minute Buck asks him to move in, he knows. He knows that if he goes further, then he’s gonna get hurt just like he hurt Abby and Abby hurt Buck.

His reasoning is actually kinda perfect if you look at it through the Abby lense. Buck was very offended that Tommy hurt Abby the way Abby hurt him. And once it’s shown they dated the same woman, Tommy is like oh. I can’t say yes because he’s misplacing his feelings again. And that he needs to walk away at this point. For Buck and for him.

Buck does need to see what else is out there. He needs to know that he can be attracted to both men and women and that it’s ok to be.

Tommy (and in part Abby) were stepping stones to his forever love. Tommy knew this and allowing Buck to settle into who he is now, his sexuality, is to be honest good for us and good for Buck.

Because after Abby left, Buck threw himself into the Diaz family. And Buck and Eddie need to find themselves

And love themselves before they can ever be together.

This is one step in the right direction for Buddie.

[pancho-pinto]

I think we'll be okay

gift for @lampinnit for @mcyt-trick-or-treat!

Fandom: Dream SMP Words: 1,089 Rating: General Warnings: No Warnings Relationships: Tommy & Tubbo & Ranboo Additional Tags: Tommy-centric, Hanging Out Summary: Tommy hangs out with Tubbo and Ranboo, and nothing really happens. After everything, that's all they can ever want.

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Tommy looks at the sky, watching the sun set slowly. 

Ranboo and Tubbo are arguing about something dumb behind him, and the breeze touches his face, drying the sweat on his skin. He can feel the strain on his muscles, the weight of his sword on his hand feels semi-nice. His leather armor is light, and for once, he did not fight for the chance to live another day. 

No, not today. 

At Tubbo’s insistence, they rummaged through abandoned chests, pushed through cobwebs and got dirty under their fingernails looking for spare leather pieces. Worn and old and stained, but enough to make some armor. Their swords were chipped and wobbly, dull from having been inside chests so long, but they did not mind as they pulled them out, raising it to the air in an act of defiance. 

Things change, and one day, things are no longer what they were before. 

It’s still a sword, Tubbo’s words echo as they slashed the air carelessly, Ranboo hurriedly jumping out of the way for safety. Despite everything, it’s still a sword. 

Without its shine or its sharpness, without enchantments or engravings to claim ownership, they are still swords. 

So they grabbed a handful, rattling in their arms as they made their way through ruins. Memories flood their minds, yet the melancholy is replaced with something nicer, sweeter, softer. 

Ranboo gushes over a series they have been writing. Tubbo nonchalantly mentions some machinery capable of reaching the center of the world. And Tommy… Tommy talks about his sheep, a little friend he made a while ago. 

He looks at the horizon and remembers his cottage, something small and easy to keep-up with. For himself and his sheep. And he finds, after a while, that being alone is not so bad. He finds his friends when he wants, no interceptions, no fights. Just a couple hours together to goof around and be stupid. Then he goes home, then he comes back, then he goes home at will. 

He finds breathing easier. He finds existing easier. 

But the sun dips further, and the sky darkens. 

Tonight they will not go home instantly, rather, at Niki’s invitation, they will join her and Jack for supper. 

They do that often too. A couple hours together to eat and be. 

He looks forward to those nights, especially. Sure, being stupid with Tubbo and Ranboo is always nice, but a hearty soup and some warm bread beats anything. All day Niki and Jack would have spent in the kitchen to prepare this meal, and Tommy cannot wait for it. 

“Hey, big man, you alright over there?” Tubbo calls, voice followed by some footsteps. Closer, closer, and Tommy finds himself not flinching. He has not flinched for a while, none of them have. 

“Uh, not that I don’t care, but if you need a moment, maybe you could wait until we get to Niki and Jack’s place?” Ranboo adds, his tone always laced with worry. But there is that purr of an enderman under his voice, jarringly worried as always. “You– You know, mobs will start spawning and, uh, we don’t really– we aren’t really armed for that. Or anything, really.”

“What do you mean?” Tubbo questions, and his sword slashes the air as he unsheaths it. “I’ve my sword! And TNT! We’ll be fine, Ranboo!”

“Absolutely not to the TNT!”

“It’s good. Convenient. Clears up a wide area in a short amount of time. Do you know how well it is at clearing up space? And– And you shouldn’t worry, I have plenty of practice. I am practically an expert at TNT now. A– A TNT techni- tech… technizioner? No, that’s not– TNT techi… cian? TNT technician. That’s it. That.” 

“If Niki– Oh, if Niki finds out we got injured on the way, she’ll be upset! Plus, that’s just plain reckless. And, and– And unnecessary!”

Tubbo thumps with a huff, and Ranboo replies with enderian whizzing. 

These days, Tommy finds that he does not want to insert himself, even in petty, inconsequential squabbles. He finds, too, that watching is enough. Even fun, at times. Ranboo and Tubbo just have clashing personalities, and he is sure he would not trade them for anything in the world. 

They are worth it, after all. Despite it all. 

Tommy sighs, putting on a show of exasperation as he finally turns back to see them in a glare stand-off, and quickly tries to put an annoyed frown. He tries to clench his jaw and grit his teeth, but it hurts too much to hold for more than a second. In place, he crosses his arms. 

“Do you have to fight every time we hang out?”

“It’s not a fight,” Tubbo states with confidence. 

Then Ranboo adds quickly, an almost practiced routine between them, “Just a mere disagreement that will get resolved quickly.”

He rolls in his eyes, then gestures with his head towards the path, “Yeah, right, sure.”

They walk on rickety boards, the path rotting at the edges, vines and weeds slowly crawling over it. But it is familiar, and this is nothing they think about twice anymore. Just a path, the route to take them from one place to another. 

Tommy falls a step behind, allowing himself to reminisce despite knowing he should not. Because the bad comes with the good, but he cannot have the good without the bad, and he knows he is not ready yet to face all the bad like this. There is too much, so much that happened over a very long time, right on this path, this very world. 

He moved away long ago. Ranboo has too. Tubbo is still near. Niki and Jack are still the closest, seemingly able to move on readily. One of these days, he needs to ask them how they have drawn the line so clearly. And one of these days, he hopes he can move on too. 

Maybe he should gather his things and move as far as he can, far in the horizon where no one has been before. A change of scenery, putting distance between his past life and his future life. Start from zero. 

That is an option. 

Go the distance and never look back, that is an option. 

But those are thoughts for another day. For now, he looks back over his shoulder, looking at the spot where their broken swords and ripped leather littered the ground. A final look for tonight, for a moment. 

The sun falling under the horizon behind their bench.

[obxfiles]

i am so grateful yoongi got to have this tour. his confidence has grown ten-fold and it’s been incredible to watch that unfold. there’s something so specifically wonderful about yoongi knowing he’s sexy and talented and beloved and he’s just been radiant with the love he’s received and felt during this tour. i am so thankful he got to have these last weeks to grow as not just an artist but as a person as well. it’s been remarkable seeing him grow into that confidence. someone made the remark that we’re getting to see yoongi fully in such a special way - the way he’s playful and teasing and his unabashed laughter and silliness. i am just so thankful he’s felt so comfortable and confident this tour. thinking back to his struggles and his fears and anxiety and now seeing him stand alone on those stages, feeling comfortable. it’s just everything. i know for years he’s felt our love and that it gives him confidence to hear our cheers but there’s something particular about this tour that i think he finally let himself truly feel that without anything holding him back or any internalized doubts keeping him from feeling it. and when 2025 comes, it’ll be incredible to see what he’ll unfold onto us with his brothers at his side. he’s going to take the world by storm. he already has.

[ruporas]

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[ID: Digital Art in color of Trigun Maximum, characters included are Wolfwood, Elendira, and Legato in a casual meeting situation. The piece consists of orangey yellow lighting and purple shadows. Wolfwood sits on the left side, facing Elendira who’s on the right. He’s seated on a plain wooden chair with one knee up and he’s holding the strap to his Punisher in his left hand while his right sits against his thigh, He has an irritated expression as he speaks to Elendira. Elendira is sitting in a fancier seat, her right arm rests against Wolfwood’s propped up knee, her left hand holds her suitcase. She’s sitting cross legged with an amused expression. Legato can be seen in the back at the center of the image in his mobile body case, one of his eyes shown to be glaring at Wolfwood. End ID]

[ID: Sketch, uncolored comic. Elendira says to Wolfwood, “I’m not telling you to dedicate yourself to him, but just accept the situation at hand. We could get along better if we were on the same page.” Wolfwood responds, “Don’t peg me me for an optimist. I’m not dumb. But, I’m also not going to just live in resignation. Plus, I don’t have any interest in getting along with ya.” Elendira coos, “Aw, you sure? I have a wonderful shoulder to cry on when the weak people you’re trying to protect eventually dies in the coming months. Though, I guess it’s fine. Someone like you might just die before then anyway...” She snickers in her hand while Wolfwood is speechless and just glares. Legato is faintly drawn in the back, glaring at Wolfwood, muttering “worthless” repetitively. End ID]

[herewegobebe]

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Inspired by this post, a really good discussion about it, and reassurance that life doesn't end after your twenties - quite the opposite in fact. Happy 43rd birthday Kaiba <3

[asrielbelacquaaaa]

asriel listened, taking in marisa’s words with a keen intensity, his gaze locked onto her as if she were the only anchor in a tumultuous sea. every syllable she uttered seemed to vibrate in the air between them, resonating with a force that struck a chord deep within him. her passion, unbridled and raw, mirrored his own, and he felt an insatiable thrill stir within him. the allure of the unknown, the promise of power, of knowledge they could claim as their own—it was an irresistible pull, one he had long grown accustomed to feeling alone. yet here she stood, with that same fervor that had often set him apart, stirring within her. he smiled as she leaned into his touch, the warmth of her skin igniting a spark against his fingertips. her confession, her willingness to plunge into the darkness alongside him, stirred something primal within him—a recognition, perhaps, of a spirit equally willing to abandon the constraints of fear and propriety. he let his hand linger, tracing gentle circles along her cheekbone, committing the sensation to memory, a tactile bond to match the magnetic one forming between them.

❝yes,❞ he murmured, his voice low and smooth, almost a caress in itself. ❝i will jump with you, marisa. every step, every descent. there is no part of this path i would have you walk alone.❞ there was a darkness in his eyes, a hunger that echoed her own. he wanted this—her, the pursuit, the vision of a world reshaped by the weight of their shared ambitions. ❝we are kindred in this, i think,❞ he continued, ❝two forces waiting to tear through the boundaries imposed upon us.❞ as she spoke of her past, her excitement as a young witch, he watched her closely, his eyes tracing the subtle changes in her expression. the way her gaze turned contemplative, her brow furrowing at the memory of limitations imposed by those who had perhaps feared her potential—it was a feeling he knew intimately. the hesitation to nurture brilliance fully, the desire to restrain the minds that sought to push beyond prescribed boundaries, all under the guise of protecting some perceived balance. he had witnessed it countless times, faced those who wished to clip his wings. and now, here she was, someone who not only understood but shared that defiant spark.

he took a step closer, closing the space between them once more, his hand falling to her shoulder, a steady, grounding touch. ❝they never did understand what power truly means, did they?❞ his voice was low, a soft rumble of conviction. ❝they fear what they cannot control. knowledge, potential, the breaking of tradition… to them, it’s a threat. to us, it’s liberation.❞ there was a beat, a pause as he considered her words about the forbidden knowledge, those buried histories that were hidden away like precious artifacts. he remembered his own encounters with those hidden tomes, the forbidden spells, the ancient secrets that had been guarded so fiercely, as though they held the power to undo the very fabric of the magical world. and in truth, they might. but what was the point of that world if it denied them their own potential? if it shackled them, reduced them to mediocrity?

a glimmer of a smile played on his lips, a barely perceptible lift that betrayed his excitement. ❝the restricted section is nothing but a symbol of their fear,❞ he said softly. ❝they hide knowledge behind layers of locks, spells, enchantments. but you and i know that it is those very boundaries that call to us. the world has tried to lock away its secrets, but those secrets find us. they seek us out because we are worthy of them.❞ he felt her fingers trace patterns along his shirt, felt the soft warmth of her skin against him, and his hand rose instinctively to cover hers, his fingers lightly pressing down as if to anchor her there, to assure her of his presence and his commitment to the path they would walk together. her touch was a promise, a shared understanding that transcended words. and for the first time in so long, he felt that he was not alone in his hunger, his need for more. she was his equal in this, a reflection of the ambition that had driven him, the drive that had often isolated him.

❝i knew, the moment i saw you,❞ he confessed, his voice carrying a quiet intensity. ❝there was a fire in you, marisa—a fire that matches my own. i thought i’d long abandoned the hope of finding someone who shared it. but there you were. it’s no accident we met; i refuse to believe that.❞ his eyes searched hers, his gaze fierce, unwavering. ❝we have both felt the call. others may hesitate, they may choose to remain comfortable in their ignorance. but we—❞ he paused, leaning in slightly, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. ❝we were never meant for comfort.❞ she had spoken of curiosity, of sharing that pursuit with him, of unveiling her hidden self in ways she never had with another, and he felt a surge of exhilaration at the thought. the idea of her, laid bare, vulnerable in her passions, her ambitions, stirred something within him that was both possessive and protective. he wanted to see every layer of her, to peel back the intricacies she hid from others and know her in a way no one else ever would.

a chuckle escaped him as she mentioned their potential to reshape the world, to unearth the hidden truths that lay beneath the surface. the echo of her heels across the chamber was the only sound as she moved away to examine the bookshelves. he watched her, studying the way she moved, the way her fingers lingered on the dusty tomes. she was a vision of intellect and strength, unafraid to confront the weight of forbidden knowledge, unafraid to face what others deemed too dangerous to know. ❝when we make it known,❞ he repeated softly, allowing the words to settle between them. ❝they will have no power to stop us. they can try to suppress us, to shackle us with their laws and rules. but we are beyond that, marisa.❞ he reached out to her again, taking her hand gently, his thumb brushing over her knuckles with a reverence that was rare for him. ❝whatever path you wish to walk, whatever doors you wish to open, i will be there. we’ll uncover what they fear. we’ll unravel the truth they tried to bury. and in doing so, we’ll reshape the very foundations of our world.❞

he could see it now, the vision they shared taking form in his mind’s eye. a world remade, a world where knowledge was not locked away, where the brilliance of minds like theirs could shine unimpeded. he saw them standing side by side, each discovery, each breakthrough a testament to their defiance, a rebuke to the forces that had tried to restrain them. drawing her closer, he tilted her chin up so that she met his gaze fully, his eyes blazing with a mixture of pride and desire. ❝i am yours in this,❞ he whispered, his voice thick with the weight of the promise. ❝in all of it. every secret, every danger, every risk. if the world should shun us for seeking what it fears, then let it. i have no need for their approval. only you.❞ his hand slipped around her waist, pulling her close, their bodies pressing together as he continued, his breath warm against her ear. ❝what we will uncover, what we will become… it will be our legacy, our testament.❞

there was a moment of silence, a quiet affirmation in the stillness, as he held her there, revelling in the intimacy of their shared ambition. the chamber felt almost alive, the shadows dancing around them, the weight of countless untold secrets pressing down like a silent audience to their pact. finally, he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes again, a slow smile curving his lips. ❝the world may not be ready for what we’re about to uncover, marisa,❞ he said, his tone laced with a dark thrill. ❝but i have a feeling that’s precisely why we must do it.❞ his hand rose to brush a lock of hair from her face, his gaze never wavering. ❝let’s show them.❞

her   emotions   had   always   been   rather   tempestuous...   not   easily   manageable,   ever   harder   to   contain,   often   mirrored   in   her   passion   &   resolute   nature.   the   unending   layers   of   the   facade   she   had   meticulously   crafted   did   little   to   erase   them.   at   times   perhaps   it   seemed   like   it,   yet   now...   now   they   unnerved   her   with   their   raw   intensity,   the   spectrum   of   emotions,   power   &   volatility   all   sparked   by   a   mere   glance,   a   single   touch   or   the   simplest   word   he   spoke.   she   had   told   him   it   took   more   than   most   to   frighten   her,   &   that   was   true...   she   could   face   monsters...   she   would   never   shatter.   &   yet,   the   thought   of   baring   her   soul   before   him   was   the   most   terrifying   thing   she   had   ever   confronted…   to   surrender   to   those   raw,   near-primitive   instincts   he   awakened   so   effortlessly   within   her.   to   yield   to   the   very   force   that   had   always   drawn   her   into   trouble   in   the   past.   she   felt   herself   lean   gently   into   the   soft   brush   of   his   hand   against   her   cheek.   ❝   yes...   but   i   will   jump   if   you   promise   to   jump   along   with   me.  �� ❞   her   lips   curled   softly.   but   a   small   part   of   her   couldn’t   help   but   wonder...   when   the   time   came,   would   her   mother   take   to   him?   even   now,   it   was   impossible   to   fully   withhold   that   thought.   though,   not   that   it   would’ve   made   the   slightest   difference.   she’d   vowed   that   her   mother   would   not   wield   any   power   over   her   or   her   choices   ever   again.   she’d   gone   to   unimaginable   lengths   to   see   to   that.   it   was   enough   to   bring   a   slight   tension   to   her   jaw,   a   faint   furrow   between   her   brows.   had   he   sensed   her   thoughts?   those   sudden,   dark   clouds   gathering   at   the   edges   of   her   mind?   the   weight   she   kept   so   carefully   buried   from   prying   eyes?   the   dirt   &   filth   she   carried   with   her,   that   she   so   eagerly   succumbed   to   whenever   her   mind   could   feast   upon   them...

his   confession   was   unvarnished,   the   timbre   of   his   voice   suffused   with   unspoken   truths   he   only   hinted   at,   yet   ones   she   effortlessly   perceived   —   truths   potent   enough   to   ignite   her   imagination.   dangerous,   relentless,   ruthless.   those   words   reverberated   in   her   mind   with   haunting   clarity.   she   imagined   such   an   avowal   might   strike   fear   in   the   ordinary   soul   ;   yet,   it   only   served   to   steady   the   erratic   beat   beneath   his   fingertips—   it   remained   robust,   still   heightened,   yet   infused   with   that   rare   ease   one   feels   when,   for   once,   all   seems   just   as   it   should   be...   a   contentment   she   made   no   effort   to   restrain.   with   every   unguarded   word,   he   unwound   her,   like   the   delicate   untangling   of   fine   silk,   &   there   wasn’t   a   single   glimmer   of   surprise   in   her   gaze.   however   much   she’d   momentarily   faltered,   briefly   fearing   she’d   need   to   conceal   parts   of   herself   again,   the   hesitation   was   now   entirely   gone,   supplanted   by   the   faint   twitch   at   the   corner   of   her   mouth.   ❝   i   embarked   on   this   path   long   ago,   asriel,   ❞   she   confessed,   her   hands   drifting   to   his   chest,   one   finger   idly   tracing   circles   over   the   button   of   his   shirt.   ❝    i'm   far   from   an   innocent   little   girl.   you   couldn't   possibly   faze   me   now...   i   know   of   the   weight   of   pursuing   one's   curiosity,   but   never   before   had   i   shared   it   with   another.   i   have   never   exposed   myself   like   this.   but   you   already   see   it,   don't   you?   ❞

people,   regardless   of   age,   revelled   in   seeing   the   world   in   stark   dichotomies...   flattening   their   own   unique   selves   into   a   dreary,   one-dimensional   caricature,   allowing   life   to   slip   through   their   fingers   in   willful   oblivion.   asriel...   he   was   anything   but.   the   emotions   flickering   in   his   gaze   seemed   an   unfathomable   ocean   she   would   never   tire   of   delving   into   ;   those   hidden   away   parts...   parts   of   darkness   &   of   vulnerability,   both   forced   into   the   shadow   in   the   face   of   restrictions   of   their   world.   parts   others   wouldn't   hesitate   to   exploit   out   of   fear,   of   feelings   endangered   by   those   like   them.   parts   that   ought   to   be   lauded   &   cherished   instead...   ❝   you're   right...   it   does   not...    ❞   one   hand   settled   on   his   wrist,   her   fingers   trailing   over   the   exposed   skin   at   the   edge   of   his   sleeve,   as   though   unable   to   resist   the   urge   to   feel   the   warmth   &   tenderness   of   his   skin,   yearning   to   feel   the   gentle   thrumming   beneath   her   fingertips.   ❝   it's   the   price   of   surrendering   oneself   to   it.   but   not   for   those   like   us   —   not   truly.   i   daresay   there   isn't   another   path   we   would   ever   choose   to   tread.   following   it   is   as   effortless   as   drawing   breath...   ❞   it   was   no   road   for   the   faint-hearted.   for   those   unwilling   to   transcend   any   barrier   that   stood   between   them   &   their   purpose.   sacrifices   demanded   along   the   way.

her   eyes   fluttered   shut,   a   gentle   sigh   escaping   her   lips   as   she   sank   contentedly   into   his   embrace.   his   warmth   enveloped   her   like   a   cosy   blanket,   yet   his   voice   still   sent   a   ripple   of   goosebumps   across   her   skin,   a   current   of   shivers   sparking   through   her.   they   had   only   met   hours   ago,   yet   time,   fickle   as   it   was,   felt   irrelevant;   their   connection   had   sprung   instantly,   deeper   than   even   ones   build   over   the   years.   she’d   felt   her   gaze   tether   to   him   the   instant   he   entered   the   grand   hall.   she   couldn’t   help   but   sense   it   was   no   mere   coincidence   when   he   was   seated   beside   her.   she   might   have   entertained   the   guests   but   her   mind   had   already   wandered   ahead,   focused   on   nothing   but   the   eagerness   to   converse   with   him.   now,   his   words   conjured   images   of   something   exceptional,   nearly   transcendent…   was   there   really   much   to   deliberate?   perhaps   not,   but   she   noted   his   tone   of   caution,   the   care   embedded   within,   ensuring   her   choice   would   be   a   deliberate,   clear-sighted   one.   if   not   for   the   visions   of   grandeur   he   wove,   she   might   almost   have   thought   he   was   trying   to   dissuade   her.

so   she   duly   offered   him   what   he   desired   —   a   brief   moment   of   contemplation.   she   stepped   back,   her   hungry   gaze   roaming   over   the   surroundings   before   she   approached   the   shelf   he'd   been   leaning   on   earlier.   her   fingers   brushed   over   the   dust-laden   leather-bound   covers   of   heavy   ancient   tomes,   traced   the   ornate   markings   that   lent   them   their   distinct   appearance.   there   were   no   words   to   reveal   their   contents,   yet   she   had   a   rather   keen   suspicion   of   what   lay   within.   ❝   i   used   to   be   so   thrilled   about   coming   here,   ❞   she   murmured,   still   facing   away.   ❝   of   leaving   home,   of   finding   myself   in   a   place   where   those   revered   witches   &   wizards   would   further   fuel   me   with   ideas   &   concepts,   that   they   would   nurture   my   ideas,   sate   my   thirst,   arm   me   with   tools——   ❞   she   scoffed   softly.   perhaps   they   attempted   to   do   something...   perhaps   they’d   spotted   talent,   they’d   applauded   brilliance,   but   only   when   it   stayed   within   boundaries.   at   times   she   wondered   if   all   they   truly   wished   was   to   temper   it,   clip   those   wings.   after   all,   no   one   liked   the   know-it-alls   who   stirred   up   discussion,   who   questioned   &   challenged   authority.

❝   there’s   so   much   they   don’t   want   us   to   know,   isn’t   there?   so   much   history   lost,   buried   beneath   the   sands   of   time…   i’ve   seen   books   like   those   before.   some   found...   some   carefully   handpicked   by   the   professors.   the   restricted   section   is   quite   a   farce,   isn't   it?   ❞   she   finally   turned   to   him   once   more,   her   gaze   once   more   strong.   ❝    well,   perhaps   there're   right…   such   things   should   not   be   found   by   just   anyone...   &   they   might   want   to   hide   them,   but   those   too   will   find   you   if   you’re   worthy,   don’t   they?    ❞   she   asked   softly.   there’d   been   countless   copies,   journals   she’d   poured   over.   many   she   herself   had   already   begun   to   craft   along   the   path   of   her   experiments.   ❝    you're   right...   i   know   that   it's   dangerous.   they   don’t   want   us   knowing,   discovering,   upsetting   the   balance,   becoming   something   remarkable.   all   those   rules   &   restrictions...   yet   here   you   are,   having   come   all   this   way,   &   they   haven’t   brought   you   down…   ❞   she   murmured,   approaching   him   once   more,   the   echo   of   her   heels   resounding   in   the   chamber.   ❝    they   won't   even   suspect   what's   in   store   for   them…   &   once   we   make   it   known   to   the   world,   there’ll   be   no   force   that   could   possibly   stop   us…    ❞

[skitskatdacat63]

"What do I do, scale the wall and enter her window?" rhaenicent Romeo and Juliet AU when??????

[padawansuggest]

Boba: I’m the same, but cooler. I do drugs now.

Fennec: He did drugs once and the force led him to a tree.

Boba: It was an awesome tree. I saw the ghost of my Buir and Ba’Buir and they laughed at me and I think I’m force sensitive now but I’m afraid to find out.

Sabine: *is a little shit* Huh. I think we should go talk to my master about this, I’m sure she can help :)

Ahsoka: *standing stock still in the middle of Luke’s new school while the twins look at her funny* I feel this odd sense of impending doom. My padawan is doing something she shouldn’t be :(