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Coming back to you with another request cuz I loved your previous work
Boothill, Welt, Ratio, Jing Yuan and Gallagher with the same platonic teen reader premise but reader calls them ,,Dad" on accident and they themselves don't even notice it because it comes so naturally to them
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If you look at his lore, he was actually a dad (đ my Shayla) so yeah big chance he won't notice at all
Because of the trauma associated with his family in general, he'll notice it eventually and be a bit conflicted
On one hand, he's absolutely delighted at the fact that despite being almost entirely made of metal, you are still able to find such fundamentally human comfort within him
And on the other hand, he has a hard time accepting that the man he was before didn't actually die along with most of his body
He won't ever correct you tho, at the end of the day he's just grateful that he's still able to make young folk feel safe around him
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Did you see the way he basically adopted Sunday the moment he stepped on the express?? Yeah, that's dad right there
He basically adopts every kid (as in, anyone younger than him) that steps aboard the express, so i feel like someone else might've already called him before and he just brushed it off
Same with you, though in his heart he's over the moon
All he wants in life is to make everyone around him feel safe and loved, so to know that you of all people seem to think of him in such a way really warms his heart
Though he'll never point it out in fear of making you embarrassed
He's overjoyed!! But internally :)
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Truly baffled, at first
He's aware of his reputation and he doesn't mind it but he never expected someone to him that way
Though he's (not so) secretly very pleased
At his core, he's a teacher and that's what he loves to do - spread knowledge to all who seek it
And I'm sorry for reminding you of this but most of us have called our teacher mom/dad before so...
There's a slight chance it's happened before... also a slight chance he very dryly corrected them - "last time i checked i have no children" đ
Might do the same to you unless he's in one of his moods, writing down information or just lost in thought - then he'll probably just wave you away wordlessly
I feel like he understands on a behavioral level why you did it and because of it, wont comment on it or bring it up again. It's just something people do sometimes, nothing weird about it
The most neutral out of all of them but will make a mental note about how it probably means you trust him at least a little
When he lets himself be selfish and overthink it, it does warm his heart but you'll never know
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Actual father to Yanqing YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND!!
Ooooh he's tearing his hair out trying not to tease you about it
He knows that if he does you'll crawl back in your shell again and thats tHEEE last thing he wants in life, really
It's easy to feel comfortable around him, i feel. He's just a big lazy cat - pretty independent and chill
He's good at just being there when you need him there as well as talking your ear off as a distraction - peak comfort
Definately called Jingliu 'mom' as a kid, come on
And Yanqing did the same with him
So it doesnt surprise him much since he understands its a pretty normal thing but GOOOOD he wants to acknowledge it so BAAADD
HE WANTS TO MAKE IT SILLY BUT NOOOOO đ
He's an adult now (a very old one at that) so he understands that now is NOT the time
Will keep thinking back on it fondly tho :))
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Oh oh my... he gives so much deadbeat dad I'm getting nostalgic IM KIDDING
Anyway, as a bartender, i feel like thats happened to him before
People say weird shit when they're drunk so it's very likely someone's called him dad before
Though that feels very different to him
When people do that when drunk it doesn't usually mean anything - he must just remind them of their father (for good or bad) so he doesn't take it too seriously
But you? Oh he's taking it seriously
Ego? Inflated to hell and back
He's being extra sweet and caring with you
Making sure you eat and rest, etc
Gotta live up to his reputation đ
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Might tease you about it, but if you have an adverse reaction he'll stop immediately
Very touched that you think of him that way even subconsciously and will try to make sure he doesn't disappoint :)
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Uncle!Sukuna
Uncle!Sukuna who always hated the idea of settling down and having kids. he definitely did not want to be a parent.
Uncle!Sukuna who refused to even consider a pet because he didn't want that kind of responsibility.
Uncle!Sukuna who almost went off the grid when he got a call about stepping up as a guardian after his brother Jin and sister-in-law passed away, leaving their 6 year old son Yuji, who Sukuna hadn't seen since he was...1? maybe 2?
He hadn't been very close with Jin, and Jin's wife had always had "a bad feeling" about Sukuna, so it wasn't like he was going over every Sunday for family dinner.
Uncle!Sukuna who agrees to talk to Yuji's social worker, after multiple phone calls, to at least get an understanding of what's being asked of him, and what's at stake.
Uncle!Sukuna who the second he sees Yuji, knows he won't be able to say no to the kid. Despite being Jin's son, the boy looked exactly like Sukuna. The biggest difference in their appearance was the gummy grin that Yuji gave as soon as he saw his tall, broading, indimidating uncle. Sukuna was surprised at the...brightness the kid held, despite all he had lost.
Uncle!Sukuna who spends the next few weeks before he officially becomes Yuji's guardian getting his life together. He has money, owning his own bar and sometimes bartending there has kept his bank account more than happy. But he's never cared for big spending, except for his fancy car. So he moves out of his apartment, moving into a nice family house, in a quaint, safe neighborhood, neither of which he ever saw himself doing.
But the second he saw Yuji's face light up when he pulled up to the house for the first time, he knows he made the right choice. Even if he did grumble and act indifferent and uncaring.
Uncle!Sukuna who is suprised how easily Yuji takes to him, how comfortable he is so quickly. Considering the kid barely knew him, he acted like he had been around forever. He already calls him Uncle Kuna, and is not the least bit deterred by his hard, cold exterior.
Uncle!Sukuna who acts like Yuji is an inconvenience, an annoyance. He tells him he better not ask for anything unless he's willing to work for it. But he always finds himself buying the kid stuff whenever he goes to the store, whether it's a toy, a snack he doesn't need, a movie, or whatever. even if Yuji doesn't ask one.
Uncle!Sukuna who internally panics when there's an emergency when there is an emergency at his bar that requires his immediate attention. It's late, and there's no one to watch Yuji, and he definitely couldn't take him.
Uncle!Sukuna who practically drags a half-asleep Yuji out of the house, ignoring the kids mumbled confusion as he pulls him to the house across the street. He recalled seeing a kid in the yard the week prior, so he was taking a chance in hoping that meant there was a willing parent there too. Irresponsible and risky but he only had so many options.
Uncle!Sukuna who practically bangs on the strangers' door, waiting impatiently for someone to answer. He completely ignores the fact that it is 2 am and a weeknight.
When you open the door, rubbing your tired eyes to see a tense, tall man holding the back of a little boy's shirt, who is grinning brightly as if it wasn't 2 am, it takes you a moment to process. You glance between them a few times. They look familiar, but you can't place where you've seen them.
"Can i help you?" You eventually ask, confused and tired, and slightly annoyed at his previous banging.
Sukuna is a little thrown by the softness of your voice, by how sweet it sounds. Even with the clear tiredness and weary. He does nothing to hide his glance of..appreciation of your figure, but only lets himself get distracted for a moment before he gruffly explains why he was there, not even introducing himself.
You stare at him in suspicion for another silent moment, before glancing back to the boy next to him and giving him a kind, soft smile. Sukuna ignores the unfamiliar feelings in his chest when he sees that smile aimed at his nephew.
"I can watch him till the morning." You finally said, looking back to Sukuna. He took no time to push Yuji into your house, a breath of relief and a mumbled thanks leaving his lips before he turns, briskly walking to his car.
Once the door is shut, you stare at the child in your entry way, while he stares back up at you. You were still processing the situation, to be fair.
"Hi honey, I'm y/n. What's your name?" You ask with a tired sigh. he grins once more.
"I'm Yuji! you're pretty."
you chuckle, ruffling the kids pink hair fondly. Something about this situation told you this little boy and his unnamed guardian were gonna bring something totally new to your life.
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#jjk#jjk fanfic#first post#sukuna#ryomen sukuna#sukuna au#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#jjk x reader#jjk x you#modern sukuna#uncle sukuna#fluff#jjk fluff#sukuna fanfic
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So, I caved in and I did it in detail! A few days ago I posted a meme of the Charlos lore iceberg but then I had some people asking about some bits and I thought, oh, might as well make the whole masterpost. LOW AND BEHOLD, it is here; an extensive compilation of the rich Charlos lore
Below the cut because boy is this bitch long
DISCLAIMER: before we begin I must note a few things. First, this isn't a whole detailed timeline of Charles&Carlos' relationship and every single bit of their moments bc I would've genuinely gone insane, so, like with the iceberg meme, this is merely key details of their relationship that make ME particularly unwell. This is also almost 2K words long. Lastly, not all points are linked as some of them are rather quite simple to find with an easy Google search
They have the same name in different languages. (In fact, Carlos has explained that his âchilliâ nickname comes from the fact that a lot of his friends went from calling him âcharlieâ to calling him âchilliâ). Their name is of Germanic origin and it means âfree manâ. Charles is the French/English version of it, Carlos is the Spanish one.
Beginnings & Pre-Ferrari era (2017-2020)
âI knew you before you knew meâ â Charles said he had heard about Carlos when he was coming up in racing while Carlos was competing in KF3 (2008-2009)
They were already hanging out by 2017, when Charles was still only a Ferrari academy driver â as told by a reddit user who works in the Yas Marina circuit and shared the story with a tiny Renault helmet signed by Carlos
âI said this guyâs not beating me, no fucking wayâ â Carlos in Drive to Survive S01E02 after his battle with Charles in the Azerbaijan GP. (Sidenote: The first episode of DTS dedicated to Charles âS01E08â also showcases a battle with Carlos briefly)
Marina Bay Sands pool story â in several instances now, they both have shared the story of their first meeting/first ârealâ conversation back in 2018, during the race week of the Singapore GP. They both said they saw each other at the pool of Marina Bay Sands hotel (itâs still unclear whether they were inside the pool or just by), and they had dinner where they talked for a while.
Carlosâ said that that first conversation made him think Charles was a good guy but also that when he first talked to him, he seemed innocent
2018 Autosport Awards interview â Charles is giving an interview about how his exciting new season is coming and Carlos pops in and tugs him by the ear, making as if to give him a little smooch
âCarlos! My future teammate!â
Ferrari era (paper & cotton years â 2021-2022)
Youngest Ferrari duo
Lord Perceval nickname is born â despite claims that Charles disliked the nickname Carlos gave him (as requested by Charles himself that Carlos âfrom now on, call me Lord Percevalâ), Charles went on to have it as his personal tag on his cap âmade for driver use only. Heâs also used âPercevalâ as his aviator call sign when he did some training with the French Air Force.
Jenga challenge video
Fiorano music challenge â this is their core happy memory, as they have said a few times themselves
âI started to listen to some jazz in the morningsâ âJazz?â
Chess â chess is one core activity they do. They would play a lot, even online. Charles would even stop talking to Carlos when he lost sometimes, and Carlos has stated that he only plays it with Charles.
Charlesâ said Carlos plays better at night, and he plays better in the morning to evening. âThe flights together are probably the ones I enjoy the most (...) we will put our phones away and play chess. Thatâs where we have the most interesting and deep conversations and I have really, really good memories of thatâ
âYou havenât showered together?â âWeâre not that close yetâ // âI find you spontaneously funnyâ âCarlos doesnât do anything but he makes me laughâ â Sky Sports game interview in 2021
Charles going to watch Carlos on the podium in Monaco â Carlos talked later in 2024 about how much it meant for him to see Charles there
âMate! You are looking at me!â
Red porn couch debriefs videos â not much to say, tbh, Ferrari sat them in a sus red couch to shoot the debrief post-race videos. Some of them are quite something
âCome on, Charles, donât do this!â â Carlosâ radio in Saudi Arabia â21
Jean Alesi calling them âla bella coppiaâ (âthe beautiful coupleâ) // also, Jean Alesi doing photoshop manips when Charlos fought in 2024
Carlos: âgood looking coupleâ âwe make a good coupleâ âmost beautiful pairâ
Carlos showing off his strength to Charles in that Ferrari party thing
Everything that was written in the GQ article (by Tom Lamont) as well as the photoshoot
Calling each other beautiful
Charles sharing a sandwich with Carlos
Them calling each other âsweetieâ, âhoneyâ, âbabyâ, âloveâ // âlike this or more, darling?â // âthank you, my loveâ Â
Bahrain 1-2
Carlos checking in on Charles before his post-race interview in Monza 22â despite being told he had to go some other place
Ferrari era (leather & forced divorce â 2023-2024)
Football watching together (despite the fact that Charlesâ said he doesnât really follow football) // âYes, Carlos will be really happyâ â Charles after someone asked him if he watched El Clasico and Real Madrid had won that time
Paddle playing too
âCan I choose the position he needs to be in? Take off your clothes, Carlos!â
The gingerbread cookies video
âHe loves meâ â the whole shell challenges in Zandvoort actually
Talked about racing Le Mans
Charles being jealous of Lando
âTogether or nothing. We come as a packageâ
Charles hiding in Carlosâ closet to surprise him for his birthday
Monza 23â battle
The Curious Case of Charlos and Pierre Gaslyâs PR accusations â During a fan forum in the Singapore GP â23 weekend, Carlos joked that he wouldâve picked Charles to be stuck with in a deserted island, saying: âYou see, I wouldâve picked Charles, Esteban, I like my teammateâ (because Esteban had been asked the same question just before and upon being told he wasnât allowed to pick his own teammate, Esteban jokingly went: âI wasnât going to pick Pierre anywayâ).
Pierre and Esteban Ocon had a rocky relationship as teammates in Alpine, on top of having an already complicated past together since theyâve known each other since they were kids. Nearing the end of 2023 season, after Pierre (and Esteban) had been criticized for their poor relationship, Pierre talked about friendships in the paddock in an interview and he name-dropped Carlos and Charles, claiming that people âshouldnât think that theyâre all friendsâ. Despite Pierre having also named Mercedes and Red Bull pairs, people seemed to only latch onto Charlos
Itâs important to note that Pierre Gasly is the driver Charles is famously closest to in the whole grid (as theyâve been friends since childhood) but also, he was teammates with Carlos in Toro Rosso for two races in 2017, and is fairly one of the drivers that are close-ish to Carlos as well. In fact, Pierre sometimes hangs with both of them, too.
Puma couch picture we never got the context of
Fred: âare you still single?â Carlos: *looks at Charles* âanyway, changing subjectâŠâ â DTS S06E08 // (Sidenote: theres some joking that Charlesâ current girlfriend, Alexandra Saint Mleux, and Carlosâ current girlfriend, Rebecca Donaldson, seem to have a slight resemblance to Carlos and Charles, respectively (and the girls also seem to get along quite well))
New York event
Charles timing Carlosâ laps
âI want to give this to you, so you remember me for the rest of your life. For our post teammate eraâ // âYouâre going to leave it thereâ âNo, I wonât" â Carlos gifting him a chili plushie.
âTell Charles to come close to me and we celebrate this one togetherâ â Australia 24â
China Sprint 24â incident: âHeâs fighting me harder than the restâ // âA kiss on the mouth, everything okayâ
Spanish reporter calling them roommates
Insane sim racing videos (almost all of them have some degree of craziness but specially Saudi Arabia, Austria, Dutch, Monza, COTA, Brazil)
Both of them thinking about their morning wood live on camera⊠then Carlos knowing Charlesâ a sleepy guy
Miami merch promo video being cut just right as Carlos seems to go for Charlesâ face
âWe go from hating each other to loving each other real quickâ â actually, that whole motorsport interview for Miami was awesome
Spain 24' inchident - Charles: âHe was trying to do something extraordinary because itâs his home race and important moment in his careerâ // Carlos: âItâs too many times he complains about somethingâ
âCharles and I have one or two ding-dongs a yearâ
âWe look at each other and we smiled like weâre used toâ // âWe look at each other in the eyes and we understand immediatelyâ
Gladiator II premiere
âComplicate me. Complicate my life, like you always doâ
Charles letting Carlos drive his Ferrari in Monaco and show Carlos Sr
âI wanna smash youâ
Carlos grabbing Charlesâ balls in Mexico 24â
âYou should try the chilli crab ⊠I am the chilli crabâ
âTry in Spanishâ â Charles post Vegas 24â
âCarlos is not my girlfriend, Iâm not gonna miss him like crazyâ
âI would listen to you for hoursâ
Abu Dhabi 24â radio: âit hurts a lot⊠I really wish we couldâve won it also for the last season with Carlosâ
Charles goodbye to Carlos: âNow, I can call him a friend outside of racingâ // Charles calling him 'chilli' in IG post (Carlos' said his personal friends call him chilli)
âI wouldnât be the driver I am today if he hadnât been my teammateâ
âI was happy with Charles. I wouldâve continued with Leclerc for lifeâ
âAmazing four years fighting for Ferrariâ â Carlos on IG
Fred: âI have never in all my time of racing seen two teammates so intensely preoccupied with what the other one is doingâ
Charles being in Fiorano for Carlosâ last farewell with his father driving a Formula 1
Timeless traditions/Uncategorized info
Starting almost all videos with: âHellooooâ âholaâ
âAre you ready?â âIâm always ready, Carlosâ
Zero concept of personal space
Charles often looks smaller than Carlos despite actually being taller
Hand size difference
Yapper & Yapper
Carlosâ love language is physical violence
Carlos âa self-proclaimed butt guyâ often taps Charlesâ butt
They had 9 podiums and three 1-2s
They had 90 races together and never crashed
Theyâre each otherâs longest teammates as of date
#charlos#1655#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#carlos sainz jr#f1 rpf analysis#(i mean technically is not an analysis and technically its not even rpf most of these are actual facts lmao)#but yk. for the Bit#f1 rpf#long post
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Iâm going to be posting all my stories on my page as well!
Hi guys, it's mini back with another Gojo fanfic!! This one is more up my alleys in terms of what I am into. So I hope you guys enjoy! I present to you.
DEFYING GOJO; A Tale of Dominance and Desire
Summary: Gojo and the femreader are a couple; Despite the female reader initial defiance, you quickly becomes enthralled by his expert touch and commanding presence. As their passion intensifies, your is pushed to the brink of submission and back again, discovering the thrill of being dominated by the man who can bring you to the edge of pleasure and pain.
Warnings: BDSM, borderline CNC, toy play, edging, slapping, choking, hair pulling, degradation kink, teasing, fingering, brat kink
Word count: 4k
You never intended to let things escalate as they did, but you couldn't help it. The evening's events led you to sit in Gojo's opulent car, with his faithful chauffeur driving you home. You were all alone. You gazed out the window as the city lights merged into a stunning mesh; you could admit that you were more than a little tipsy.
You began to replay the events of the night over and over in your mind, and it was utterly tantalizing.
It was a formal ball hosted by the finance company Gojo worked for, attended by many high-profile clients. While Gojo had always enjoyed public play, tonight was important. Networking was crucial for the company's survival.
And you might have been selfish tonight, prioritizing your erotic pleasures over the company's interests. To be honest, you couldn't care less, but it meant something to Gojo. A part of you felt guilty, while a larger, more sensitive part of you yearned for the punishment that would inevitably follow your reckless decisions.
You teased, taunted, and maybe even flirted with one or two patrons, but you knew what you were doing. No matter how much you blamed the alcohol as a feeble excuse to deflect Gojo's warnings, it was all on you. "Get in the car. Go home. We'll discuss this when I get back," Gojo said sternly, his anger barely concealed beneath his authoritative commands.
As you recalled the night's events and fantasized about all the different ways you could be punished, your phone rang. You picked it up, and Gojo's contact information lit up your screen in the dark car, casting a pale glow on your face. You smirked. No matter how much he disciplined you, you couldn't help but misbehave.
You let the phone ring a few more times, savoring each passing moment that made Gojo's blood pressure rise. Finally, you decided to answer. "Hello," you answered innocently. At first, Gojo didn't say anything; you only heard his breathing, as if he was trying to maintain control. You could hear voices in the background, indicating that Gojo hadn't left the ball yet.
"When I get home, you better be on your fucking knees. And naked," he growled before hanging up, leaving you breathless and eager.
You pondered whether you would follow his instructions or not. Submitting would be beneficial in the long run and might even lead to a reward. But in Gojo's unpredictable state, he could devise a series of punishments that would leave you both blissful and in pain, a perfect storm. As the chauffeur pulled up to your elegant home, you stepped out of the car, unable to ignore the fact that your panties were soaked through.
After entering the house, you pampered yourself with skincare, lotion, and oils. You styled your hair naturally yet presentably and contemplated your plan of action. Would you submit or disobey? You chose the more scandalous option.
You picked out a casual cropped tank top that accentuated your breasts and tight short-shorts that did the same for your rear. No panties, of course. You sat on your bed, flipping through one of your recent reads, not paying much attention. Your phone buzzed beside you, displaying a notification with Gojo's text. "Be ready for me. I'll be home in 20." You smiled at the screen before setting your phone back down, not even bothering to reply.
That would really infuriate him.
As you continued to read, you heard the front door unlock, open, and close with a bang downstairs. You loved it when he was angry; that's when he fucked you the best.
You heard his footsteps pause at the foot of the stairs, probably realizing that you had disobeyed him. You would have given anything to see the look on his face right now. Then, you heard his footsteps ascend the stairs, heavy with each step. You continued to read, pretending to be unaffected by his intoxicating presence.
Gojo burst through the door, and your eyes met his, making it evident that he was livid. His brows knitted together, and his lips slightly parted as he panted, as if every primal instinct within him was about to break free. "You were supposed to obey my commands. You should have been naked, kneeling before me, but instead, here you are, being defiant."
He took slow, deliberate steps toward the foot of the bed. By now, you had set your book aside, your back pressed against the bed frame, knees drawn to your chest. Your arms wrapped around your knees as you looked at him, mischief lurking beneath your gaze.
"What made you think I'd listen to you?" you challenged, "It's not like you own me or something." You rolled your eyes, and when they returned to Gojo, the fierceness in his gaze sent a shiver down your spine. He reached forward and swiftly pulled you down to the edge of the bed by your legs. Suddenly, he was on top of you.
His body pressed against yours, the heat emanating from him, and his pheromones filled your senses, driving you wild. He leaned in close enough for your lips to nearly touch, his soft white hair falling around his face as his piercing ice-blue eyes held you captive.
"On the contrary, I own every part of you," he murmured, his thumb tracing your lips, "Your lips," then trailing down to the valley between your breasts. "Your breasts," his fingers continued to glide over every area of your body he claimed. "Your pussy," but before he could reach your aching core, his grip shifted to the back of your head. He grabbed your hair with one hand, lifting your body to sit on the edge of the bed.
As he held tightly to your hair at the back of your head, he brought his face level with yours. "And it's about time you fucking understood that." With that, he used your hair to guide you to stand up. He released his grip before stepping back, turning to face you as he approached his favorite leather chair.
Once he reached it, he turned to face you, sinking into the chair with ease. He beckoned you with a crooked finger, "Come here. Now."
You gradually approached Gojo until you were merely a few feet away from him. One hand rested on the chair's arm while the other stroked his chin, as if he was pondering how he was going to proceed.
"Strip," Gojo commanded with a stern tone, leaning forward in his chair to observe you more closely. You bit your lip as you slowly began to remove your clothing, starting with your top. You crossed your arms over one another, hooking your hands underneath the hem of your shirt before lifting it over your head and tossing it to the side as seductively as possible. You then began to shimmy your way out of your tight shorts, stepping out of them, leaving you completely naked before Gojo.
Once you were entirely bare, Gojo exhaled loudly, easing back into his chair. He ran his fingers through his hair, "God, your body is fucking perfect. If you weren't acting like such a naughty slut, I would take you right here, right now." He stood up and walked towards you, slowly circling you like a shark stalking its prey. He stopped behind you and leaned towards your ear, "But naughty sluts don't get rewarded."
Gojo bit your earlobe before forcefully smacking your ass, causing you to gasp loudly in response. He soothed the lingering burn by roughly grabbing your ass with both of his hands. "Mm, baby, the things I'm going to do to you," Gojo whispered in a husky voice. He slid his hands between your legs, dragging his finger from your clit, all the way through the slit. Gojo moaned, "I love how wet you get for me; it makes me want to fuck you so bad." He teasingly inserted the tip of his finger in and out of you.
You rocked your body against the rhythm of his fingers, desperate for more. Gojo tsked at you before quickly removing his hand. He stepped in front of you and put the same finger that had been inside you in your mouth. You made eye contact with Gojo as you eagerly sucked on his fingers. Gojo hummed at the sight, "But only good girls get rewarded, remember?"
"Now I'll give you one more chance...if you apologize like a good girl, I might throw in a reward...or two..."
You kept your gaze on the floor, contemplating how you wanted to play this. Though submitting would bring many pleasures, being defiant caused a thrill out of you like no other. Nothing felt better than being dominated by Gojo Satoru.
Gojo, sensing your hesitation, knelt down beside you, his face inches from yours. "You know, it's not always about the punishment," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "Sometimes, it's about the surrender. The trust. The release." He paused, his eyes searching yours. "Don't you want to experience that with me?"
Finally, you raised your head to meet his gaze, your eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm not sorry, Gojo," you said, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart. "I won't apologize for something I don't believe I did wrong."
Gojo's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of surprise in their depths. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine. "Is that so?" he drawled, his voice low and dangerous. "Well then, we'll just have to continue with the punishment, won't we?"
He walked back towards the play cabinet, his movements fluid and graceful like a predator stalking its prey. You couldn't help but watch him, your body tense with anticipation as you wondered what he had planned next. Would he choose the crop again, or perhaps something else entirely?
As Gojo rummaged through the cabinet, you took the opportunity to assess your situation. You were on all fours, completely naked and vulnerable, with no idea what Gojo had in store for you. A shiver of excitement ran down your spine at the thought, and you realized that this was exactly what you wanted - to be pushed to your limits, to feel the sting of the crop and the heat of Gojo's body against yours.
With a triumphant grin, Gojo emerged from the cabinet, holding a new toy in his hand. It was a paddle, similar to the one he had used earlier but with a slightly different design. You couldn't help but gulp at the sight, wondering how it would feel against your already tender skin.
"Now, where were we?" Gojo said, his voice dripping with mock innocence as he approached you with the paddle. "Oh yes, you were about to receive your punishment for being such a naughty girl."
He raised the paddle above his head, and you braced yourself for the impact. But just as he was about to bring it down, he stopped, his eyes narrowing as he regarded you with a mixture of amusement and frustration.
"You know," he said, "I'm starting to think that you actually enjoy this."
You couldn't help but smile at that, your defiance shining bright in your eyes. "Maybe I do," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe I like the way you make me feel, the way you push me to my limits and make me crave more."
Gojo's eyes darkened at your words, and for a moment, you thought you saw something resembling desire flash in their depths. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by that infuriating smirk once more.
"Well then," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "I think it's time we found out just how much you can take."
And with that, he brought the paddle down, the sound of it connecting with your skin echoing through the room as you cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Gojo's eyes never left yours as he raised the crop, the air in the room charged with anticipation. You braced yourself, your heart pounding in your chest, but instead of bringing the crop down on your exposed skin, he merely traced it along your back, the leather cool against your heated flesh.
"Naughty girls don't get rewards, remember?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.
"But maybe, just maybe, if you beg nicely..."
You gritted your teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing you plead. Instead, you met his gaze head-on, your defiance shining in your eyes.
"I won't beg, Gojo," you said, your voice steady despite the trembling in your limbs. "I won't give you the power to make me beg."
A slow smile spread across his face, and for a moment, you thought you saw something akin to admiration in his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a predatory glint that sent a shiver down your spine.
"Oh, but you already have, my dear," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Your defiance, your determination... it's all a form of begging. Begging me to break you, to make you submit."
He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing against yours, and you could feel his breath on your skin. "But I'm not going to do that," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Not yet, anyway."
Gojo, however, was not one to give up so easily. He could see the fire in your eyes, the defiance that made his heart race. He loved it, craved it even. It was a challenge, and he was more than willing to rise to the occasion.
"Very well," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "If you won't submit willingly, then I'll have to make you."
With that, he reached into the cabinet and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Your eyes widened at the sight, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through your veins. You had never been into bondage before, but the thought of being completely at Gojo's mercy was intoxicating.
"Get on the bed," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. You hesitated for a moment, your mind racing, but ultimately, your curiosity and desire to experience this new form of play won out.
You climbed onto the bed, your heart pounding in your chest as Gojo approached. He grabbed your wrists, his touch firm but gentle, and secured the handcuffs around them. You tested the restraints, finding them secure, and a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine.
"Now, we'll see how defiant you are," Gojo murmured, his voice a soft growl as he loomed over you. He ran a hand down your body, his touch feather-light, and you couldn't help but shiver at the sensation.
He began to explore your body with his hands, his touch lingering on your most sensitive areas. Your breath hitched as he teased your nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and you felt a dampness between your legs.
"Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. You complied, feeling vulnerable and exposed, but also incredibly turned on. He ran his hands up your inner thighs, stopping just short of your aching core.
"Please," you whispered, your defiance crumbling in the face of your desire. "Please, touch me."
Gojo grinned, a predatory glint in his eye. "Finally, some submission," he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He dipped his head between your legs, his tongue tracing your folds, and you gasped at the sensation.
He continued to pleasure you, his skilled tongue driving you to the brink of orgasm. Just as you were about to fall over the edge, he stopped, pulling away with a wicked grin.
"Not yet," he whispered, his voice a tantalizing promise. "You'll beg for it first." Gojo backed off the bed to strip himself of his clothing before returning on top of you.
"You're such a stubborn little thing," Gojo growled, his eyes dark with desire.
"But I love a challenge."
He straddled your face, his arousal pressing against your lips. You opened your mouth, and he forcefully thrust inside, fucking your mouth with abandon. He moaned as he thrust deeper, his grip on your hair tightening as he used your mouth for his pleasure.
"You like this, don't you?" he taunted, his voice heavy with lust. "Being used like a cheap whore, taking my cock down your throat."
You gagged and moaned around him, the sensations overwhelming as he continued to degrade you. Finally, with a grunt of satisfaction, he came, his release filling your mouth as you struggled to swallow it all.
He pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Now that's what I call a good girl," he said, his voice dripping with condescension.
But your defiance was not so easily broken. You glared up at him, your eyes blazing with determination. "I'm not done yet," you declared, your voice hoarse but strong.
Gojo's eyes widened in surprise, and then he laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Oh, I can't wait to see what you have in store for me," he said, his voice full of anticipation.
He returned to his position beside you, his hand reaching out to tease your body once more. You braced yourself, ready for the next round of his relentless assault. You were determined to show him that you were not so easily broken, that your defiance would not be easily quashed. He began to tease you once more.
Gojo's smirk widened as he watched your defiance, the fire in your eyes only serving to fuel his own desire. He leaned down, his lips close to your ear as he whispered, "You want it so badly, don't you? To feel me inside you, to be filled and used."
His fingers teased your entrance, circling your clit before slipping inside you, his thumb rubbing circles over your sensitive nub. Your body trembled, your breath hitching as he brought you closer and closer to the edge of release, only to pull away at the last moment.
He then positioned himself between your legs, his tongue tracing the same path his fingers had just moments before. He teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue before delving inside, his hands gripping your hips as he feasted on your sweetness. Your body bucked, your cries of pleasure filling the room as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.
"Please," you gasped, your voice barely audible as you pleaded with him. "Please, let me come."
Gojo's laughter echoed in your ears, a cruel sound that made your heart race. "Beg for it," he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Beg me to fuck you."
You closed your eyes, your body shaking as you whispered the words he wanted to hear. "Please, fuck me. Use me. I'm your whore, your toy. Do whatever you want to me."
Satisfied with your submission, Gojo removed the handcuffs from your wrists, flipping you onto your stomach before pulling your arms behind your back and cuffing them together. He positioned himself at your entrance, his arousal pressing against your folds as he teased you with the tip.
"Are you ready to be fucked?" he asked, his voice heavy with desire.
"Yes," you gasped, your body trembling with need. "Please, fuck me. I need you inside me."
Gojo thrust forward, filling you completely as he began to pound into you from behind. Your cries of pleasure filled the room, your body trembling as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. And this time, when the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you, he didn't pull away. Instead, he drove you over the edge, your body shaking as you came undone around him.
Gojo's smirk widened as he gripped a handful of your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. He leaned down, his lips close to your ear as he whispered, "You're mine now, and I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."
He slapped your ass, the sound echoing in the room as he began to pound into you from behind. His grip on your hair tightened, his other hand wrapping around your throat as he choked you, the pressure sending a thrill of fear and excitement through you.
"You like this, don't you?" he taunted, his voice heavy with lust. "Being used like a worthless whore, taking my cock from behind."
"Please," you gasped, your body trembling with need. "I need to come. Please let me come."
Gojo's laughter echoed in your ears, a cruel sound that made your heart race. "Beg for it," he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Beg me to let you come."
You closed your eyes, your body shaking as you whispered the words he wanted to hear. "Please, let me come. I'm your dirty little whore.â
Gojo's thrusts grew more frantic, his grip on your hair tightening as he pulled your head back, exposing your neck to his biting kisses. He slapped your ass again, the sting mixing with the pleasure coursing through your body.
"You're so tight," he growled, his voice low and rough as he fucked you harder. "So fucking tight."
He choked you harder, the pressure sending a thrill of fear and excitement through you. It was a dangerous game, but you trusted him completely. He was in control, and you were his to use as he saw fit.
"Please," you gasped, your body trembling with need. "I need to come. Please let me come."
Gojo's laughter echoed in your ears, a cruel sound that made your heart race. "Beg for it," he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Beg me to let you come."
You closed your eyes, your body shaking as you whispered the words he wanted to hear. "Please, let me come. I'm your good girl. I'll do anything you want.â
Gojo pulled out of you, flipping you onto your back before he repositioned your legs near your head. He loomed over you, his eyes dark with desire as he wrapped his hand around your throat, choking you as he slammed into you.
"You're so fucking wet," he growled, his voice low and rough as he fucked you harder. "Your pussy is gripping my cock so right baby.â Gojo moaned loudly, whimpers escaping his lips here and there.
He leaned down, his lips close to your ear as he whispered, "You like this, don't you? Being used and degraded like the dirty little slut you are."
His words degraded you, but they only served to fuel your desire. You were his to use, his toy to play with as he saw fit. And in that moment, as he fucked you rough and violent, you knew that you would never be satisfied with anything less.
The handcuffs dug into your back, but you didn't mind. The pain was a welcome distraction, a reminder that you were alive and at his mercy. You were his to use and abuse, his toy to play with as he saw fit. And as he choked you and fucked you harder, you knew that you were exactly where you wanted to be.
As Gojo continued to pound into you, he placed his hands on your throat. His grip tightened, the pressure making your head spin. His thrusts grew more erratic, more desperate as he chased his release. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening, your own climax imminent.
"I'm going to fill your dirty little pussy up with every drop of my cum," he growled, his voice thick with lust and possessiveness. "You're going to cum with me, understand?"
You nodded, unable to form words around the pleasure coursing through your body. You were so close, so fucking close.
With a final, brutal thrust, Gojo came, his body shuddering as he filled you up with his seed. The sensation of him cumming inside you sent you over the edge, your body convulsing as you came around his cock.
He pulled out slowly, his spent length slipping from your body. You could feel his cum running down your thighs, mixing with your own juices. You lay there, panting and spent, your body aching in the best possible way.
Gojo loomed over you, his eyes dark and satisfied as he watched you. "You did well," he said, his voice low and approving. "You were a good little slut for me."
You smiled up at him, your body still buzzing from the aftershocks of your shared climax. You were his, his toy to use and abuse as he saw fit. And in that moment, as you lay there covered in his cum, you knew that you would never be satisfied with anything less.
HOPE YALL ENJOYED!
#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#jujutsu gojo#gojo x you#gojo smut#gojo x y/n#gojou satoru x reader#jjk smut
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A sneak peak from the KitTy fanfic I'm working on, enjoy babes!
English is not my first language and I've never wrote anything similar before (I'm more used to poems and essays) so constructive criticism is more than welcome!
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Kit stood by the window, his gaze aimed at nothing in particular. The room felt far too small, as if the walls were inching closer with every passing second. Tyâs presence was something he couldnât quite escape, even if he was doing his best to act indifferent. He hadnât wanted to meet up with Ty at all, but here they were, in Berlin, in the same hotel room, once again stuck in this weird, complicated tension.
Ty, of course, didnât make it easier. He had a way of being completely unaware of the effect he had on people, or maybe he just didnât care. Kit suspected it was the latter.
"Did you know your heart rate synchronizes with the person youâre closest to?" Tyâs voice broke through Kitâs thoughts, smooth and steady.
Kit blinked, looking over his shoulder. "What?"
Ty had moved closer without Kit realizing, his fingers already brushing lightly over Kit's wrist. "If you care about someone, your heartbeat matches theirs. I wanted to see if it works." His voice was soft, but there was a playful glint in his eyes - those damn eyes that always made Kit feel like he was both burning up and freezing at the same time.
The color of storms, or the edge of a dagger, one Kit Herondale wouldn't really mind being destroyed or killed by.
Kitâs pulse sped up at the light touch, despite every instinct in him telling him to pull away. "Ty, you canât just do that to people-" He gasped.
Ty tilted his head, the smallest smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "I thought it was interesting."
Kitâs breath caught in his throat. Ty wasnât just touching his wrist anymore. He was tracing his fingers so lightly, - reverently - that Kit could feel every single movement, almost as if Ty had memorized how to make his heart race without even trying.
Internally, Kit was spiraling.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck
He could feel his pulse in his ears now, pounding louder with every second. This wasnât supposed to happen. Not after everything. Not after the way things had fallen apart between them.
But Ty, as always, was too calm. Too unaffected. Or at least, that's how it seemed like.
Tyâs fingers slid from Kitâs wrist, over the back of his hand, until he gently took hold of it, guiding it toward his own chest. Kitâs body went stiff, his breath hitching as Ty placed his hand right over his heart.
"Can you feel it?" Ty asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes never left Kitâs. There was something in his gaze, a quiet intensity that only made Kit feel more exposed, like he was under a magnifying glass. Like he was being stripped bare.
Kitâs mind went blank, the warmth of Tyâs chest under his hand distracting him from everything else. And then, the undeniable thump of Tyâs heartbeat beneath his palm hit him like a wave. It was fast. Really fast.
It was... perfect.
Kit swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his composure. "Ty," he started, voice thick, but the words didnât come out the way he wanted. His heart was hammering against his ribs now, and it had nothing to do with Tyâs proximity or the heat of the moment. It was just Ty. Ty and the way he always had this effect on him, the way he seemed to have an effortless hold on Kitâs emotions even when the boy was trying so damn hard to be distant and cold.
"Yeah?" Ty asked, his voice a low murmur, that almost teasing smile still present. He wasnât even out of breath. Was Ty even aware of how much Kit was spiraling?
Kit suspected he, in fact, was.
Kit quickly pulled his hand back, shoving it into his pocket, unable to meet Tyâs eyes. "You shouldnât do that," he muttered, trying to sound angry, but it came out more breathless than he intended.
Ty looked sad. It wasn't too obvious. Not to anyone who didn't know him well. But Kit could see it in the way his brows furrowed just the slightest bit, the way his breathing became uneven, just a tiny bit off, the way he crinkled his eyes. "Why? Because it works?"
Kitâs chest tightened. He was so damn tired of this - of Ty always finding a way to make him feel like he was the one who was losing control, when all he wanted was to be left alone. He didnât want to care anymore. He didnât want to feel like this, like everything about Ty was a constant pull, a force he couldnât resist no matter how hard he tried.
But no matter how cold he acted, no matter how many walls he put up, Ty always found a way through. And he was damn good at it.
#the shadowhunter chronicles#ty blackthorn#kit herondale#the wicked powers#kit x ty#tsc#the dark artifices#heronthorn#kitty#fanfiction#tda#twp#ty x kit
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Merlin rewatch -- S3E9: Love in the Time of Dragons
Despite the awful training scenes, the little friendly talk right after was pretty nice. Itâs all down to Bradleyâs acting that made me instantly forget Arthurâs (objectively) awful behaviours and jumped to the mindset of Merlin-Arthur-BBF.
He got that soft smile already when he came over to check on Merlin and his tone of complaint was not at all harsh. It really made me forget that heâs the one who knocked Merlin down the floor and believe thatâs just their normal interaction and either Merlin was fine with it or Arthur just didnât get it (although he really should. Itâs s3 after all). How did the writers and directors seeing that beautiful portrayal and still decides bullying was the way I have no idea.
When Arthur asked Merlin whatâs wrong it was actually kind of gentle too, despite his word choices. He did threaten him a bit but his face was so soft and inviting. So Merlin shared his struggles and Arthur tried to give advice from his experience too, even though it may not be super useful. Nice friendship moment.
âCheer up, will you~â
The awkward shoulder pump was so cute! He tried. He really did. It wasnât easy for him ok! Always love the way his face twitching with nerve. Good on Merlin to tell him it wasnât the way though haha. Colinâs utterly confused voice was so funny.
"It works with the knights"
Aww baby heâs so confused and disappointed. Precious boy. Even when he was annoyed by Merlinâs comment he just gave another friendly punch. Not something more awful. Thank god.
In fact, the way Bradley played it he didn't look annoyed at all. His face still looked soft and that pout looked more thoughtful or resigned too. Bradley tried so hard to down play the potential abusive acts đ
I feel like S3 Arthur had this calmer, more low-key playfulness and affection towards others. Really appreciate that while the writers werenât keen of character development Bradley still managed to make subtle differences.
[S3E9] [other episodes]
#arthur pendragon#bradley james#arthur and merlin#bbc merlin#merlin rewatch 2024#rewatch: love in the time of dragons
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Part II
Word count: 3900+
Warnings: SA (just reminder that Zima is reader's stepbrother and they don't share even single drop of blood - fact that he's disgusting is another story)
Part I | Part III
I woke up early in the morning, soft light poured into my room through open curtains. Snowflakes dance behind the windows on light breeze, new icicles shone in the first rays of winter sun and glaciers in the surrounding mountains cracked loudly.
The urgent knock sounded.
"My lady, are you awake?" Lucy peeked in. "It's time."
I sighed. It was going to be really long day. Fire loudly crackled in the hearth, greeting me and sending waves of heat to the room. I reluctantly got up, shivering at the sudden loss of warmth of the bed. Lucy quickly handed me my cloak and I snuggled up in the thick fur.
Another two maids entered, bringing in voluminous dress and jewellery. I sat down at the vanity and let them do their work. I felt strangely empty, disconnected from my body, zoning in and again out as I had to change position while maids dressed me and did my hair and make up. My mind was completely blank like sheet of paper, the burden of the events awaiting me heavily sitting on my shoulders.
When I looked around, finally taking note of my surrounding, I was already sitting in the sleigh. My father smiled at me weakly as he sat down next to me and wrapped another layer of warm blankets around my shoulders.
"Are you cold, my little girl?" he murmured and I shook my head.
Morena got on and took a seat opposite us, the skirt of her dress visible through slit in the cloak nothing but a fancy fabric of highest quality. She definitely didn't hold back while preparing for the visit of the capital.
"Why couldn't we just go to the capital ahead? They would surely prepare rooms for us. Better spend there night than this. All this haste so early in the morning isn't good for my skin," her complains went on and on, but nor me nor my father paid her any attention.
Father was sitting with his head down, squeezing my hand so firmly, it almost hurt. I, on the other hand, slowly looked around for the last time, committing every wall, every stone, every shiny piece of ice to memory. After today, I wouldn't be able to return home for sure.
The sleigh started moving with a slight jerk and I watched the castle, where I spent my entire life, getting smaller with every mile until we entered the mountains. As we were riding through the pass between two enormous rocks, the icy cold wind grew stronger, biting into my skin until I had to close eyes, protecting my face with hand in thick glove.
I felt a pull that made me nauseous and wind had died down. When I dared to looked around, we were slowly moving forward along the narrow ascending road with steep rocky hills on one side and a gorge on the other. The gorge was so deep that I couldn't see its bottom. The tentacles of milky white fog were climbing up its walls, curling around the the protruding rocks, and the sound of running water echoed in cold but strangely still air.
After a while I recognized shape of a gate from carved stone in distance with a waterfall next to it. Despite the never melting layer of ice, water rushed under it, its sound deafening as thunder. And above it, narrow white towers dusted with snow rose into the sky, disappearing in heavy grey clouds. Two bridges spanned the gorge, connecting large castle on one side with smaller but breath-taking city on its other side. Whether castle or the buildings in the city, it all perfectly blended with the surrounding landscape to the point it was hard to believe that it was built by faeries.
When we were passing through the first gate, we were greeted by one soldier and two huge white bears in armour. It was my first time seeing these beasts, let alone so close. All air left my lungs and I couldn't as much as move when their inteligent black beady eyes narrowed on me. The unpleasant feeling of being watched by them melted only once we got closer to another gate.
The sleigh passed through another two gates that seemed to be unguarded and at last we got to the city. The first thing I noticed, was the silence. There wasn't a single person on the streets nor in the windows of the houses even though it was almost noon. The freshly fallen snow creaked under reindeer hooves, puffs of their breaths melting in the air. We all were so nervous that we didn't dare to speak, vigilantly searching the shadows between houses and under numerous evergreens.
Everyone relaxed a little once we passed through the entrance arch of the closest bridge made of ice. On its other side waited another soldier and pair of bears. Nobody stopped us, nor spoke to us. This place was so weird.
We entered the castle's grounds and were immediately surprised by crowd of faeries of all shapes and shades of white, blue, grey and black waiting along the road. So this was the place where all the habitants of the city disappeared to. Smiles shone brightly on their faces, children jumped in the place and shouted in excitement. Everyone was waving and handfuls of white petals rained on us as sleigh slowly moved forward.
It took almost an hour to get to the very last gate separating the castle from the quarters of castle staff and lower aristocrats who lived or temporarily resided here. The crowd stayed thankfully behind the gate and reindeer again sped up a bit. The castle was surrounded by garden of shaped evergreens of different highs, ice statues and fountains that sparkled in the sun partly hidden behind clouds, everything dusted with silvery snow. Under different circumstances, I would enjoy the view, but I was too nervous, my eyes set ahead.
Much smaller crowd gathered near the castle's entrance. By their looks they were all High Fae, undoubtedly aristocrats and wedding guests. They just stood there, unimpressed, their assessing expressions making me feel uneasy. On top of the stairs, in front of closed double doors made of massive white oak wood, waited three figures - two males and one female who stood few steps behind them.
The sleigh came to stop, everyone waiting for the bride to get off first. Father helped me untangle from warm furs and blankets while I took off gloves. My wedding white dress with silver embroidery was lined with fluffy fur of polar fox with a special warm layer inside, but even that wasn't enough for me and I shivered. However, I had to endure this much. Soon we would be inside and this torture would be over. I stood up on shaky legs, hoping someone from the gathered ones would come to help me get down. Landing on my ass in front of the most important Faes of this Court the second my foot would touch the ground, wouldn't be exactly the best first impression.
Thankfully, one white head separated from onlookers, heading to the sleigh. As soon as I recognized the face, my stomach churned and cold sweat ran down my spine. It was Zima, the last person I expected to see here. When he left home after the night he attacked me in my own room, I was told he was expected to return after my departure and nobody mentioned he would attend my wedding. But here he was, unpleasant smirk spreading on his face. All the memories of that night, his cold breath and hands on my skin, all the pain and terror washed over me, leaving me unable to move or speak.
"Y/N? Are you well?" father gently touched the tips of my fingers.
I pushed air into my lungs and nodded. At the same moment, Zime came to stop at sleigh's side and offered me hand, his cruel gaze not leaving my face.
"Sister," he muttered â even his voice made my sick. "I'm so glad I could get here on time. I wouldn't miss your wedding no matter what."
He waited for me to take his hand, but I couldn't. I didn't want to. I wanted him as far from me as possible. There was a rustle in the crowd, all eyes at us and someone cleared his throat. I had to move. Touching him as little as possible, I accepted his help, got off and immediately distanced myself from him. Father got off right after me, helped Morena and then taking my hand he led me to the stairs.
"If you want to change your mind and run away, now is the right time," he whispered to me.
"No, I've already decided. I'll do what they want," I replied quietly. He squeezed my hand. I knew he was against this wedding, but if it meant protecting him and my home, and getting away from Zima, I didn't mind.
We stopped in front of the two males and bowed. One of them was older, the other quite young. It was clear they were father and son, sharing very similar features. Both were tall and good looking, with snowy white hair. I couldn't help it as my eyes were drawn to the younger one. I needed to look at the male I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with.
My chest heaved as my gaze roamed over him. He was breathtakingly handsome, but even that couldn't balance out the cold that radiated from him. His blue eyes seemed like chips hewn from a glacier, sharp and piercing and his skin was so pale he looked frozen. He watched me closely as well, his face not giving out any emotions, and I shivered.
While we were gazing at each other, our fathers exchanged the greetings.
"You must be cold after such a long journey," Kallias suddenly said, interrupting his father, his eyes still on me. Despite his look, his voice was warm, deep and smooth like honey. "Come inside and warm up."
"The younglings of today," High Lord chuckled and the crown of ice sparkled as he tilted his head. He didn't seemed to be offended at slightest. Something soft and warm crossed his face, but the emotion disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
Kallias ignored him and offered me his hand with long fingers in white glove. My father pressed lips together, but he released me with a light tap on the back of my hand. I looked at him with question and he only nodded, giving me a tight smile.
While the gates slowly opened for us, Kallias turned around, escorting me to the castle. I didn't miss the fleeting look he gave to the female who bowed her head. She stood there quietly all the time, corners of her full lips slightly curled into small smile, her hand rested on the pommel of silver sword. She didn't seem to be member of the royal family as nobody bothered to introduce her, yet she had to be important nevertheless.
The Mountain Home â as they called this castle â was nothing like my home. It seemed to be built out of ice, marble and light colored wood. Every room we passed, was decorated with crystal ornaments, thick carpets and fluffy furs, fire roared in giant hearths. All polished surfaces twinkled and sparkled in the sunlight penetrating through large windows with long icicles hanging outside. It was magnificent.
"You can rest in here," Kallias stopped in front of one of the doors in the long hallway and turned to me. His tone was reserved, almost careful as if he wasn't sure how to talk with me. "Your family will be in adjoining room. If you need something, anything, call for the servants. When the time comes, someone will come to escort you."
I was so busy looking around that I didn't notice that we were all alone here. He raised a brow.
"Your father is with mine in the High Lord's office. There are some details that need to be discussed. Don't worry, your family will come soon."
"Thank you, my Lord," I was about to bow, but he stopped me.
"Just Kallias, please."
"Kallias," I corrected myself, a bit flustered. "Please, call me Y/N."
He just nodded, his blue eyes searching my face, jaw tight. "I should change," he mumbled and last time looking me over, left.
I watched his back until he disappeared around the corner. His shoulders were broad, spine painfully straight, his movements a bit stiff. He was most likely tense, nervous just like me, even though he was good at masking it. At least, I wasn't the only one here who was forced into this union.
Exhaling heavily through the nose, I entered the room. It was just as beautiful and cozy as the rest of the castle, the soft sofas with pillows and furs calling for one to sink down into them. It was hard to resist, though, my first steps led to the hearth. Flames danced around the logs, playfully licking them, sending waves of heat to the room. I lifted up my hands, warming up my frozen fingers above the fire. I sighed with relief. After few minutes, I called for maid and asked for cup of tea and while I was waiting, I sat down as close to the hearth as possible. Everything was so soft, warm and comfortable that at some point I had to doze off. I was woken up by the sound of closing door. Naively thinking that it was the maid with tea, I didn't hurry to open my eyes thus I didn't see it coming.
Two big hands landed on every side of my head, caging me in, knee pushed between my legs. Before I could make a slightest sound, cold lips shut me up. I was punching into the body above me with all my strength, but the male didn't seem to even feel it.
"Ah, sister," Zima sighed mockingly and his head fell to the crook of my neck. "You look so beautiful today. I almost fell on my knees when I saw you. So pure, so.. lovely and so freezing out there."
Catching on my breath, I pushed against his body, unable to make him move even inch. "Get off me," I whined, tears stinging my eyes.
"I saw the way that bastard was looking at you. I won't let him have what's mine," he mumbled, completely ignoring me as he nuzzled to my neck. I felt sick.
"Let go," I cried, but my voice wasn't more than a whisper.
"Once I get rid of him, you will be mine, only mine." His hand landed on my waist, slowly travelling up the corset.
I was kicking and punching around, eyes firmly closed, sobs escaping through my lips. I didn't hear the knock on the door, but Zima did. At last he let go of me and stood up. I was trembling heavily when maid opened the door, eyeing us. She seemed to be startled finding us at first, until she looked properly at me. Her brows furrowed.
"I brought your tea, my Lady. Excuse my impudence, but you look a bit dishevelled after the long journey. Would you mind if I helped you get ready? There's not much time left before ceremony starts."
"She doesn't need-" Zima growled, eager to get rid of her. I couldn't let that happen though.
"Be so kind, please," I mastered to say it aloud enough, my voice uneven.
She put down the tea with kind smile and stared Zima down with raised eyebrows. His fingers curled into fists, teeth gritted.
"Later, sister," he hissed as marched out.
My heart throbbed in my throat, hands shaking wildly. I tried to hide them in folds of the skirt to no avail. The maid already noticed it.
"Are you okay, my Lady? Should I call for someone?"
"N-no, it will s-stop soon."
She smiled at me compassionately and offered me the tea. "This might help you, my Lady. I figured out you would be nervous before the ceremony, so I prepared a calming tea."
"It's kind of you. W-what's your name?"
"I'm Millie, my Lady," she bowed. She was small lesser faerie with light blue skin, pointy nose and hair sticking from her head like fragments of ice. Her intelligent eyes were the deepest shade of blue I'd ever seen. She was lovely in her own unique way.
I accepted the cup and while I was sipping the hot liquid, she pulled out small bag and tissue from her pocket.
"If you don't mind, I would start with your lipstick. It's a bit smudged."
My hand flew to my mouth, eyes wide. "I-I.."
"It's all right, my Lady," she spoke softly with understanding expression, holding my hand. "Whatever you need, I'm here."
After helping me with make up, she stayed with me until I calmed down and then she excused herself. It didn't took long and another knock sounded on doors.
This time it was that female who stood behind the High Lord when we arrived. She was a real beauty with her long hair, bright blue eyes and snow white skin, her cheeks slightly pink. Since I saw her for the last time, she had put the sword away and changed into beautiful light blue dress with silver embroidery. When she spotted me near the hearth, her perfect lips curled into big smile.
"Hi there," she beamed merrily. "We didn't have a chance to introduce when you arrived. I'm Viviane, Kal's childhood friend and captain of the guard. I'm so happy to meet you."
After my awkward introduction, she stepped closer and looked at my skirt, specifically at its lower half where small diamonds were added to the embroidered snowflakes.
"This is so nice and skilfully made. I've never seen anything like this," she marvelled. "Your dress is absolutely dreamy. Such a beautiful bride! Even Kal was stunned when you got off the sleigh and that's what to say. He won't be swayed so easily by anything."
"Thank you," I wasn't sure what else to say. I nervously fidgeted.
She tilted her head to the side, thinking. "Just one tiny little thing, if you don't mind." She reached for the veil that Millie secured to my hair before she left, and smoothed its hem. Viviane backed a bit and smiled.
"Now everything is perfect! You look like porcelain doll." She was so kind and friendly, that I didn't know what to do with it. I'd never experienced anything like this in my life.
"Oh, dear," she took my hands and gently squeezed them. "I really hope you will be happy here and that we will become friends. Kal looks like a heartless and reserved person, but under the hard shell is soft and kind heart. You can count on him in anything. He can be ass sometimes, but if necessary, I'll gladly beat him down instead of you. No need to worry."
I chuckled, feeling little easier. Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all. "I'm counting on you then."
"Sure, dear," she winked and got a bit serious, her voice still so soft. "It's almost time. Are you ready? If you need, I brought a bit of liquid courage with me."
"It won't be necessary," I shook my head and took a deep breath. "I think, I'm ready."
"Okay. Your family should be already with the rest of the guests, waiting. If you have questions about Kallias or something else, I can try to answer them while we get to the cathedral."
As it seemed, the cathedral was a place made of clear ice, basically a greenhouse like building, just more bigger and magnificent. It was built on reef above the gorge, visible from castle as well as from the city on the other side. Usually closed white chiffon curtains were wide open for this special occasion, letting anyone see inside. As I walked with Viviane down the passageway connecting it with the castle, I noticed a crowd on the other side of gorge, watching.
That's when Viviane whispered to me: "Entire city came to celebrate your wedding. Everyone is so excited ever since they heard about it. There will be great feast and music on the main square after the ceremony. You should see how beautifully they decorated it."
I wasn't sure what to think or feel anymore â all emotions mixing together until the only one I could recognize was fear. I was scared of this unknown place, of the wedding itself, of the life with male I didn't know, of all the faeries watching me. Most of those I met with here, were kind and friendly so far, but would they be so nice knowing what I was? I strongly doubted that. Viviane must have sensed my unease and squeezed my hand firmly.
"Everything will be fine. You aren't alone. I'm here for you anytime you need. Kal is here for you, too. He doesn't indulge in harming others and avoids such situations if possible. He will protect you and take good care of you. I'm sure he will. I know him all my life. His father is very similar. If you want, you can see your family as often as you like."
However soothing her words were, it didn't help much. My bottom lip kept trembling as I followed her on unsteady legs. I was so glad to see my father waiting outside of the cathedral for me. I threw myself into his waiting arms.
"My little girl," he breathed out into my hair. We stayed like that for a while, none of us speaking. When father pulled away at last, he wiped away hot tears and cleared his throat. "We should go. The guests are waiting."
I swallowed hard. I wasn't ready yet, but I never would be. All I could do, was to let go and leave it up to the fate to lead my steps. I prayed to the Mother for nothing more but a peaceful life. Father took the lead and I followed him, squeezing his arm.
The inside of cathedral was nicely decorated. Snow was falling from the ceiling, disappearing before it could touch anything. Tall evergreens dusted with white and silver stood in the corners, green garlands with cream colored flowers and gold bows lined the aisle with thick beige carpet in its middle.
There were too many eyes watching me from benches, so I found one spot and concentrate at.. him. My gaze was drawn to Kallias who stood at the altar, his back turned to me. He really changed from the military coat, now wearing pure white clothes embroidered with gold. His shoulders were rising and falling with every his breath.
I was almost at the steps leading to the altar when he finally turned around. His expression was guarded, jaw tight, yet he was handsome. His eyes, however, didn't seek out mine, merely stopping for a second at me. It seemed that nobody else noticed that he gazed somewhere behind me. The change in his emotions was so subtle that it was invisible to the eyes that didn't pay attention too closely, but I noticed it. His expression slightly softened at first and then twisted with longing. My heart skipped few beats, suddenly much heavier as realization hit me.
He was looking at Viviane.
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Pay attention. They are censoring us on Facebook in regards to Elon Musk.
Philip Low has a story to tell. Heâs known Elon personally for 15 years and gives a great insight to who this problem is. I wish I could say this proved me wrong and made me feel better. Nope itâs just as bad as we thought.
Many people who have shared Philipâs post have been fact checked by Facebook (after Zuckerberg removed Facebook fact-checking)
PHILIPS POST BELOW
[Someone at Facebook is trying to silence me because he/she found Elonâs name on a couple of patents. To be clear, the post reads: âthe reason his name is on so few patents is because putting a fake inventor on a patent would kill it and moreover it would reveal the superstars behind the work.â
SpaceX+Tesla+Boring+Neuralink have 1406 patents collectively. Elonâs name is only on 14, less than 1%.
I fully stand by this, Mark Zuckerberg.
If this fake fact-check continues, I will most likely leave and encourage everyone to follow me, and sue.
In the meantime, everyone can find me @ BrainKing on BlueSky and Substack as well as @ dr-philip-low-b742ba on LinkedIn.]
I have known Elon Musk at a deep level for 14 years, well before he was a household name. We used to text frequently. He would come to my birthday party and invite me to his parties. He would tell me everything about his women problems. As sons of highly accomplished men who married venuses, were violent and lost their fortunes, and who were bullied in high school, we had a number of things in common most people cannot relate to. We would hang out together late in Los Angeles. He would visit my San Diego lab. He invested in my company.
Elon is not a Nazi, per se.
He is something much better, or much worse, depending on how you look at it.
Nazis believed that an entire race was above everyone else.
Elon believes he is above everyone else. He used to think he worked on the most important problems. When I met him, he did not presume to be a technical person â he would be the first to say that he lacked the expertise to understand certain data. That happened later. Now, he acts as if he has all the solutions.
All his talk about getting to Mars to âmaintain the light of consciousnessâ or about âfree speech absolutismâ is actually BS Elon knowingly feeds people to manipulate them. Everything Elon does is about acquiring and consolidating power. That is why he likes far right parties, because they are easier to control. That is also why he gave himself $56 Billion which could have gone to the people actually doing the work and innovations he is taking credit for at Tesla (the reason his name is on so few patents is because putting a fake inventor on a patent would kill it and moreover it would reveal the superstars behind the work). His lust for power is also why he did xAI and Neuralink, to attempt to compete with OpenAI and NeuroVigil, respectively, despite being affiliated with them. Unlike Tesla and Twitter, he was unable to conquer those companies and tried to create rivals. He announced Neuralink just after I invited his ex-wife, which she and I notified him about, to a fundraising dinner for Hebrew University in London (The fact that she tried to kiss me â I immediately pushed her away â while taking a photo at that event, even if playfully, clearly may have added to the alienation and possible emasculation he may have felt when she spoke to me in a pool at a party when they were together and she was naked. To not be disrespectful to her or to him, I stayed but looked at the sky whilst talking to her). I fired him with cause in December 2021 when he tried to undermine NV. It is ironic that later, he clearly tried to undermine Twitter before buying it, and in my view, blowing it up and using it to manipulate the masses to lean to the far right in country after country, including the USA.
[Here is more detail as some people asked. After he received a press release draft confirming NV never took a penny from the US Government, he asked to be removed from the Business Advisory Board, but then tried to give the stock he bought back, including for no money, which could have completely crashed NVâs stock price. I told him he was fired from the BAB, with cause, as he admitted he had not been participating. That also meant he had no ability to exercise his stock options (years prior, despite not being allowed to discuss his investment because of a solid NDA, he/his people leaked to the press that he had invested twice as much in NV as he actually did, as if the stock options had been counted as stock). This is the email I sent him around that time:
âElon,
Only one of us apparently knows the difference between Science and PR, and between friendship and phonies, and unfortunately you ainât it.
Letâs cut ties here.
Your NV stock is not being transferred, and if you try to transfer it without my consent, in contravention of your stock purchase agreement, I will have to shove my boots so deep up your derriĂšre, legally, that your pissing contest with Bezos will seem like it was from another life, one you want to get back to.
Good luck with your implants, all of them, and with building Pottersville on Mars.
Seriously, donât fuck with me.â
Elon has less than 0.05% of NV and was never a principal or principal investor in NV as was falsely reported by some. I own between 80 and 90%. NV is the most valuable neurotech company in the world and does not regard Neuralink as a competitor because we have an arsenal of patents and introduced our technology to customers in 2009 and furthermore do not view their implantable technology as scalable. Moreover, the company is apparently under investigation regarding statements Elon made to investors and most of Neuralinkâs co-founders ditched Elon and the company.]
Elon did two Nazi Salutes.
He briskly extended his right arm at a 45 degree angle, and kept his palm and fingers in full alignment. Thatâs the textbook definition of a Nazi Salute, which he did twice.
If there were Nazi Salute Olympics, Elon would have taken the Gold Medal.
The question is thus not âwhetherâ he did two Nazi Salutes, but rather âwhyâ.
He did them for five main reasons:
1. He was concerned that the âNazi wingâ of the MAGA movement, under the influence of Steve Bannon, would drive him away from Trump, somewhere in the Eisenhower Executive Office Building, rather than in the West Wing which is where he wants to be. He was already feeling raw over the fact that Trump did not follow his recommendation for Treasury Secretary and that the Senate also did not pick his first choice;
2. He was upset that he had had to go to Israel and Auschwitz to make up for agreeing with a Nazi sympathizer online and wanted to reclaim his âpowerâ just like when he told advertisers to âgo fuck yourselfâ. This has nothing to do with Aspergerâs;
3. There are some Jews he actually hates: Sam Altman is amongst them;
4. He enjoys a good thrill and knew exactly what he was doing;
5. His narcissistic self was hoping the audience would reflect his abject gesture back to him, thereby showing complete control and dominion over it, and increasing his leverage over Trump. That did not happen.
Bottom line: Elon is not a Nazi but he did give two Nazi Salutes, which is completely unacceptable.
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N.B. For the few whining about my post âsans connaissance the causeâ and either trembling about my having shattered their illusions about their cult leader or thinking I am defending Elon:
I. My point is that he is transactional rather than ideological;
II. That being said, I am not defending him or his actions, just explaining them and confirming that he did, in fact, do two Nazi Salutes if anyone had doubts or believed the doctored footage of Taylor Swift doing the same thing to normalize what Elon did;
III. At some point, it matters to few people if one is a Nazi or if one acts like one. My father was a Holocaust Survivor. 32 out of 35 of his family members were murdered by Nazis. My motherâs grandparents were murdered in Auschwitz;
IV. After Elon tried to manipulate NVâs stock in 2021, I fired him with cause, and he was unable to exercise his stock options. In the aftermath of the Nazi Salutes, I told both him and his wealth manager to fuck off. Any remaining friendship between us ended with the Nazi Salutes. He is blocked on my end and I am pretty sure I am blocked on his;
V. I did not share what he told me in confidence. I just happen to know him extremely well, the person, the aspirations and the Musk Mask;
VI. I know who I am, have no desire to be famous and give exceedingly few media interviews. I prefer to work in obscurity and let the work speak for itself. I am certainly not envious and would definitely not want Elonâs life, including living in a bubble and having to make one outlandish claim after another and manipulate the public, elections and governments to shore up my stock and prevent the bubble from bursting. Unlike Elon, I am an actual scientist and inventor and I am not pretending to be someone I am not, like a fellow who got his BA in Econ at 26 all of a sudden pretending to be an expert in mechanical engineering, chemistry, rocket science, neuroscience and AI and keeping the people actually doing the work hidden and paying people to play online games in his name to appear smart and feed his so-called âSupergeniusâ Personality Cult â the âImperatorâ has no clothes, and he knows it. I am just very disappointed in what happened to someone I had a lot of deep admiration for and the first person to find out about my concerns about his behavior was always him;
VII. He is the one who betrayed a number of his friends, including Sergey, and, given his actions, many other people who believed him and believed in him. I have no sympathy for this behavior, and at some point, after having repeatedly confronted it in private, I believe the ethical thing to do is to speak out, forcefully and unapologetically, whatever the risks may be, so as to not be part of the timid flock remaining silent while evil is being done, including propping up far right governments around the world in part to deregulate his companies and become the first trillionaire and otherwise to ârule the planetâ â he knows Mars wonât be terraformed in his lifetime and he really wants his planet. No joke⊠Ethics matter. People matter. The truth matters.
Elon is a self supremacist who wants to be dictator⊠of Earth, which makes him far more dangerous than a âregularâ white supremacist or Nazi whose bigotry and hatred he can encourage and amplify to achieve his goals.
He is now actively undermining foreign democracies by massively giving support to the far right and using X to selectively amplify its message.
It is âhate speechâ and it is definitely not âfree speechâ if other voices are relatively suppressed.
Foreign countries must see X for the poisonous platform it is and ban it completely, regardless of JD Vanceâs assertion during the campaign that the US could withhold support of NATO if they were to do that â remember that JD Vance was recommended to Trump by Elon who met him through Peter Thiel. Elon and Vance could work to undermine Trump when he no longer serves Elonâs purposes, after Elon has weakened the country enough. Weakening the target is what Elon does before trying to take it over. He has done that in business, and the White House is his biggest investment.
For now, Elon seems to have convinced Trump that he would never have won without his financial support and âtech wizardryâ and that he will not maintain his âedgeâ over the people without being boosted by X and over Congress without being able to have Elon use his resources to primary any dissenter. This is not unlike at Tesla where where Elon has convinced shareholders that for the company to be successful, they must keep him around and pay him billions because he is a âtech geniusâ who could easily take his âinnovationsâ elsewhere, like Optimus which when it debuted at an event recently was nothing more than a remote controlled toy like the Mechanical Turk, a chess playing âautomatonâ âinventedâ in the late 18th century, which happened to actually be controlled by a human. Of course, there are those who will understand that Elon is hyping things and who wonât mind because it makes them money like they might have with the âDOGEâ coin when he pumped it up on Saturday Night Live. That is a matter of conscience⊠but at some point, bubbles do burst.
Elon may also have told Trump that he can help set up puppet governments, such as in Canada and Denmark which owns Greenland, begging for the USA to annex them, in whole or in part. It may not be a coincidence that the new US Ambassador to Denmark is a close friend of Elonâs (I do know him, and I hereby make an appeal to his conscience, character, commitment to his country and to his continued integrity, no matter how hard this may be â History will remember either way). The tariffs on Canada have nothing to do with Fentanyl, they are about destabilizing and weakening the country and throwing it to the opposition, which Elon may be supporting financially on top of boosting on X.
I took down Descartes (through the Cambridge Declaration on Consciousness) and I am definitely not afraid of a so-called inventor whose greatest invention is his image.
I will not be silent. You should not be either. I am a sovereign individual, and so are you. I stood up to bullies, and am stepping out of the dark to do it again.
Stop working for him and being exploited by him. Sell your Tesla and dump your Tesla stock. Nikola Tesla was a great, creative and courageous man who led with ethics and by example and he would not have wanted for his good name to have been used by him and would agree with my principled stance. Sign off of âXâ which is boosting far right propaganda, and of your Starlink as well. He is a complete cunt (British slang not meant to be offensive to women) who doesnât give a shit about you â only about power. Just ask Reid Hoffman. He only wants to control, dominate and use you â donât let him and cut him and his businesses out of your and your loved onesâ lives entirely. Remember he is a total miserable self-loathing poser, and unless you happen to be one too, he will be much more afraid of you than you should ever be of him.
He will probably come after me, and I am completely fine with that. I am a self-made multibillionaire with an armada of lawyers â literally â and most importantly, I know who I am and who I stand for, the people and their freedoms, whatever happens. He can send his dumb Proud Boys and Oath Keepers after me and they will be butchered on sight. Either way, I would rather die with honor than live as a coward.
âSilence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.â â Elie Wiesel, Holocaust Survivor and Nobel Peace Prize laureate
PS. Days after this post went viral, Elon got a nomination for the Nobel Peace Prize, after other efforts to restore his made-up image (including an intervention by Bibi Netanyahu who does not want Elon against him when negotiating with Trump) all failed. Unless he is able to successfully manipulate the Nobel Committee, it is highly unlikely that it would award the Prize to anyone interfering with free elections, promoting hate speech, sympathizing with Nazis and doing Nazi Salutes.
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Patch Him Up
Atsumu Miya x Reader
âI thought you guys were over this.â You shook your head as you looked down at the man who sat on the edge of your tub, a childish pout on his face that reminded you of times before you all had entered the thrilling world of adulthood.
ââSamu started it, stupid pig.â he huffed with a wince as you began cleaning the blood away from his cut lip, keeping your eyes trained on the small wound, trying to not notice how soft his lips were as you did so.Â
You had nearly had a heart attack when you heard the knock on your door at almost 2 am, almost letting out a laugh of absurdity in your half asleep state when you had looked through your doors peephole to see a scowling massive volleyball player on the other side of your door. It wasnât the first time he had come to you to help patch him up after a fight with his twin, the two often working it out through fists rather than words, but it had been quite a while since the last time, especially since back in highschool it was nearly a weekly occurrence.
âOh and Iâm sure youâre entirely innocent.â You rolled your eyes, brow furrowing a bit as his lip continued to bleed a bit, âHere hold this here, keep the pressure.â You instructed, taking a much needed step back to root through the first aid kit.
You had known the both of them since high school, becoming good friends, but something about Atsumu always made your heartbeat a little faster, and it had only seemed to get worse over the years as you both matured, if still getting into the odd fist fight with his brother can be considered mature.
It felt almost domestic, reminding you of a life before he was practically a celebrity, before you had to spend eight hours a day staring at a computer screen, before bills and ever climbing grocery prices, before you realized you harbored complicated feelings for your best friend.
It was something that had fostered slowly, and before you could even fully realize it it was already too late, despite how hopeless it felt. He was flirty by nature, always had been, but over the past few months it had begun to bother you more than you would ever care to admit, often having to spin the conversation to stop the blush that was bound to flood your cheeks if you thought about it too long, if you looked at him for too long.
âMaybe youâre right.â He admitted softly as you turned back, the pout still on his face. He looked almost ridiculously endearing as he sat on the edge of your tub, faded pajama pants and a shirt that was well worn, one you recognized from high school, a small hole in the middle of it. It should have been illegal to look that good in this light, a bruise forming already on his cheekbone.Â
âYou know how he is.â He frowned softly as you stepped closer, practically standing between his legs as he pulled the gauze away, tilting his head up so you could get a better look.
âMmm and I know how you are too.â You hummed with a small smile. Neither of them were ever truly innocent, and you were well aware of that. He stayed quiet, hissing a bit as you applied the antiseptic. You could feel his eyes on you as you did so, hoping he couldnât hear the way your heart was pounding from the proximity. You applied a small butterfly bandage to the corner of his bottom lip, hoping your face didnât give away the way your heart skipped as your fingers slipped over his lips as he spoke again.
âHey whatâs that supposed to mean?â His voice was quite in the stillness of the night, lips forming into another pout. Your retort caught in your throat as you glanced up, meeting his warm eyes, face closer than you expected it to be, despite the fact that you were the one that had leaned in in the first place. You merely rolled your eyes, not trusting your voice to respond before you stepped back again, taking a deep breath that was annoyingly not helpful as you caught the scent of something purely him.
âIâll get you some ice.â You said instead, voice just as soft and quiet, as if speaking any louder would shatter the small bubble of whatever was happening in this moment. You slipped out of the bathroom before he could respond, hands cupping your cheeks once you were out of sight, letting out a frustrated breath as you realized they were hot to the touch. Perhaps you simply werenât built for a life of silent pining, feeling as if years had been shaved off your life by this point from silent embarrassment.Â
A part of you wondered if he had any idea about your nearly constant swirling thoughts whenever he was around. Another part was relieved by the reminder to yourself on how oblivious he often was to that sort of thing. After years of fangirls nearly tripping over themselves for him, he truly seemed to have no clue about how you felt, or maybe he was just pretending not to notice? You certainly hoped it was the former option. The last thing you wanted to do was destroy years of friendship over a crush of all things. Crush wasnât exactly the right word for it though, and you knew that, something more.
Your thoughts were cut off as you popped the ice cubes out of the tray, nearly jumping out of your skin as his voice spoke over your shoulder. You hadnât even noticed him come in, deep in your own thoughts. âSorry what?â Your voice was more shaky than you wanted, clearing your throat after with a cringe.
âI said I could do it, babe.â he repeated, pulling back from over your shoulder with a lopsided grin, instead stepping back to lean against the counter. âSleeping on the job, nurse?â He smirked as he crossed his arms. There was a slight hint of guilt in his eyes as he glanced at the stove clock, seeing the early morning hour. âShit I didnât realize it was so late.â He added softer, smirk dropping a bit.Â
âItâs fine.â You waved off, finishing the ice pack and handing it to him. The honest truth is you really didnât mind. You didnât really mind anything when it was him, even though it was pushing almost 2:30 in the morning at this point.
âThis is why I love you.â He smiled as he took the ice pack, blowing you a kiss dramatically, and your heart squeezed as you turned to put the ice back in the freezer. Did he really have no clue how that made your head spin?
âYeah yeah.â You mumbled, glad the freezer door blocked your face, hoping some of the cold air would chill the fire that spread across your cheeks. You nearly jumped when you closed the freezer, his face right on the other side, a look you didnât quite recognize in his eyes.
âI mean it.â He said his voice was gentler than you had ever heard it. His eyes were flicking over your face, and you could feel it heating up again. âI- fuckâŠâ He trailed off, taking a step back as he ran a hand over his face. âI canât keep pretending Iâm not in love with you.â
The confession seemed to surprise him as much as it surprised you, his eyes widening, speaking again before you could get a word in, your lips parting a bit. âIâm sorry I didnât mean to- I didnât want to tell you like this, I just- âSamu kept saying all this shit about us growing up, and how you werenât going to put up with me forever and I-â
You stepped forward quickly, a hand coming up to cover his mouth, cutting off his rambling. âIâm not just putting up with you.â You said just as quickly. âPlease donât pretend.â you added softer, letting your hand drop from his mouth, the silence of the early morning settling heavy as you just stared at each other for a moment. Breaths a little heavy with the weight of the sudden shift of your friendship.
The air was charged with tension, and after either just a second or an eternity, you were unsure of which, he was suddenly moving forward, one hand coming to the back of your head, the other gripping your cheek to tilt your head up, his lips smashing into your own almost desperately. Your own hands flew to him, kissing back just as fiercely, years of pent up emotions flooding as one hand grabbed his arm, the other gripping his wrist as your mouth parted, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
His hand at the back of your head shifted to grab your hip, his bicep flexing under your own hand as he guided you back, bumping into the counter roughly before his other hand joined, lifting your hips to set you on the countertop, forcing your legs apart as he stepped closer.
He pulled back after a moment, both of you nearly gasping for air, his voice a little ragged as he whispered âGod you have no idea how long Iâve wanted to kiss you.âÂ
You let your hands slide up, looping around his neck as you smiled at him, heart beating out of your chest, unable to resist the slight tease âGeez âTsumu at least take a girl out first.â
He laughed lightly, a smile breaking out on his face as he leaned in, eyes closing as he pressed his forehead into your own. âI take you out all the time.â
âOsamuâs doesnât count.â You laughed softly, leaning into him, noses brushing together.
âAlright alright, fine.â He said with a dramatic sigh, pulling back to look over your flushed face with a smile. âLet me take you out then, somewhere the owner wonât berate me, breakfast?â He offered.
You nodded, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his lips, âBreakfast sounds- oh shit youâre bleeding again.â Your face dropped a bit, noticing the cut on his lip that had reopened.
âMaybe you shouldnât kiss me so hard, Iâm injured you know.â He smirked at you, breaking into a laugh as you shoved him back.
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Psycho Analysis: Gerald Robotnik
(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)
You may not know this, but Jim Carrey is actually really good at playing villains. Like, itâs a pretty obscure fact about his career. So obscure that despite him playing at least three of the funniest villains Iâd ever seen growing up, I completely forgot about them when I did the Psycho Analysis for Ivo Robotnik back when the original Sonic film dropped.
But now I know better. The Grinch, Count Olaf, the Riddler⊠Carrey is a master of playing cartoonish creeps. And Ivo Robotnik has proved to be the best and most fun of all his villainous roles, evolving beyond the simple yet fun egomaniac scientist of the first film into something that hews far closer to what Sonic fans might expect from the worldâs sexiest fat man AKA Dr. Eggman. In fact, Robotnik might be my favorite villain role of his, and one of my favorite villains of all time.
Now what if we doubled that?
Sonic the Hedgehog 3 went bigger and better than its predecessors, and considering it was introducing the most popular character in the Sonic franchise who isnât the Blue Blur himselfâShadowâit kind of had to. And that meant giving us not one, but two Jim Carrey performances. In this movie, the typically posthumous Gerald Robotnik is alive and well and out to enact some revenge. Itâs a pretty bold and different approach to the beloved story of this Sonic adventure⊠so how does it work out?
Motivation/Goals: Gerald Robotnik is motivated by revenge, much like in the games, though this time heâs around to pursue it himself. After what G.U.N. did to Maria, he wanted to completely dismantle and destroy them. But the thing is, his decades of stewing in his hate and rage made him a little cuckoo, and now his hate extends to not just G.U.N., but the entirety of the human race⊠as well as himself.
Performance: Jim Carrey had already perfected Ivo over two films, but I think there may have been a little worry heâd make Gerald too similar and ignore what made fans love him in the game. Of course, we neednât have worried; not only is Gerald a distinct character from his grandson, he still manages to be a truly despicable human being, perhaps more vile than heâs ever been before. Heâs still as wacky and ridiculous as Ivo, but unlike with Eggman he manages to drop the silly at just the right moments to make Gerald a genuinely threatening monster.
Final Fate: No firing squad for Gerald this time; no, his ending here is much more undignified, but also incredibly well-deserved and satisfying. After callously trying to send his grandson into the vacuum of space, Ivo surprises the old man with a super-charged Sonic quill into his ass which sends him flying through the air into the chaos energy. He then proceeds to be disintegrate with a little pop like a bug in a zapper.
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Now, this may seem incredibly cartoonish and even ridiculous as a way to defeat such a villain⊠But read the rest of this analysis to see just how disturbingly vile Gerald ends up being. I think this truly absurd and cartoonish death is exactly what the movie needed to do to rerail things and keep it from going way too dark. And, if you think about it, his death is still colossally fucked up, particularly because Tails seems a little too chipper about committing murder.
Evilness: For most of the movie, he seems like heâll end up being like⊠a 6 or 7/10, like clearly a bad guy but one with an understandable motive that you can root for. G.U.N. do not come out of this film smelling like roses, and when you see the full extent of what they did to Shadow itâs hard not to root against them.
But then comes the third act. He reveals he wants to kill everyone and himself, he reveals he doesnât give a shit what Maria would want because heâs so utterly consumed with misanthropy, and he drops the coldest line ever to reject his grandson⊠Yeah this guy is a 10/10. Maybe even a 10.5/10. He is genuinely fucking callous and vile and monstrous.
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Best Scene: Without a doubt itâs the scene where he and Ivo dance through the lasers.
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This scene is great for multiple reasons. The most obvious reason is that tâs an amazing example of the movies effects and how well it showcases the dual Jim Carrey performance. Like, this mustâve been a bitch and a half to make look convincing, especially with Ivo picking Gerald up and swinging him around. Itâs amazingly well done, the choreography is great, and âGalvanizeâ by the Chemical Brothers kicks ass.
But it also works as a further highlighting of the character of Ivo, how heâs still desperately cramming in family fun now that he feels he has someone who cares about him⊠and it also makes the later reveal about Gerald sting all the more.
Best Quote: Remember that line in Frozen where Hans coldly reveals heâs a villain to Anna? Remember how itâs a stupid twist that doesnât make sense, yet the line is one of the rawest in all of Disneyâs canon? Imagine that except the twist actually works and is effective. Thatâs what Gerald gets:
âOh, Ivo⊠Youâre no Maria.â
This single line completely recontextualizes everything Gerald has done up until this point. Every single bit of fun and goofiness now comes off as deliberate manipulation of Ivo to help in his schemes. It also highlights just how single-minded and insane heâs become in his pursuit of revenge; here he has a living member of his family, someone who could fill the void Maria left, but he coldly rebuffs them because he is too consumed by his own hate and rage.
Final Thoughts & Score: I fucking love Gerald.
Jim Carrey really went above and beyond here (and considering they sent him the script in gold and let him play with himself on camera, why wouldnât he?). He manages to make Gerald hilarious and goofy but also perfectly captures his grief, rage, and hatred when the third act hits. And that third act is genuinely impressive even when he gets into a scientifically-enhanced slap fight with his renegade grandson; just his eerily calm statement of his desire to commit murder-suicide with the entirety of the Earth, his callous brushing off of both his grandson and Mariaâs desires, his flippant shrugging off of the worth of Shadowâs life when the hedgehog betrays him⊠Itâs honestly shocking just how nasty Jim Carrey manages to be without completely dropping the inherent goofiness he brings to his roles. In fact, his goofiness just makes it more chilling when he drops the act and gets going.
Frankly itâs surprising just how much nuance there is in such a goofy role, how much can be read in to his actions. Like they really didnât have to put so much work into the silly villain in the second sequel of a video game movie franchise, they could have easily half-assed Gerald or even just had him be posthumous to save themselves a lot of work. But they didnât do that, they brought him in, managed to flesh him out and give him depth while still keeping him true to the core of the character, and they knocked him out of the park. Of course, Carreyâs amazing dual performance where he goes out of the way to interact with himself is a big plus too. The sheer spectacle is at least 50% of what makes Gerald so fun to watch.
All in all, Gerald is one of the greatest live-action family film antagonists ever seen, and heâs a big part as to why Sonic the Hedgehog 3 is so great. And best of all he continues to show that the human characters related to Eggman are the best in the franchise. Easily a 9.5/10 for me, with the .5 less than his grandson only because we get far less time with him since, you know, he fucking dies at the ends of this one and isnât going to develop more. But the fact they manage to make him so well-rounded in just a single movie is worth a lot.
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A little different than last year's, but here we are again. To say that this past year hasn't been absolutely wild would be a lie, cause HOLY SHIT MAN
This year's birthday is. A little different for me, but you already have the silly comic to show that so I won't make like a broken record oops
But, despite the changes and hills that life's decided I should climb or throw at, it hasn't changed the fact that I'm so genuinely fucking thankful to the people that I've known since joining this fandom. I'm not even kidding when I say that being here has actually changed my life for the better. I know I said something similar last year, but this time, hoo boy it sure turned up the AMP and test how far I could go.
So, to everyone, both new and old; thank you for being here :D
@garbagechocolate @darkxsoulzyx @smoljeanius @bunmuffin @skizabaa
@tuzesdays @sleepykas @fernzwing @kandidandi @starsketchez
@just-a-drawing-bean @notdysfunk @ilsole @amberluvsbugs @cloudyvoid
@nomsthecat @alfinefalf @nosleepygay @theblog-with-thestuff
@cacaocheri
(Edit: ty kibbits for informing me of the. Fuck ass tagging system)
AND TAGGING OTHERS BECAUSE. POINTS. BONKS WITH HEAD. GETTING TO EITHER INTERACT OR TALK OR WHATEVER IS ALWAYS A DELIGHT
@ohno-the-sun @kibbits @ink-yy @saltyfryz @kaprisvn
@hierba-picante @sunny-sophies-garden @cookiiemancer @sneeblbop @justaduckarts
@pepethehumanz @crystalmagpie447 @woolysstuff @mocha-illustrates @duhsty1
@sanchensky @pillowspace @victarin @witherfide
[I DEFINITELY GOT SONAS WRONG AND THESE AREN'T ALL THE SILLY PEOPLE I KNOW BUT IM SITTING HERE AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING JUST KNOW YOU'RE THERE IN SPIRIT HANDING YOU ALL POPTARTS WAUGH]
#nebula art and doodles#should. i even count it as that-#nebula birthday time#fuck it birthday tag go brrr#also if i. didnt tag you it is 100% because i'm. a fucking coward <33 and am not sure if you'd like to be tagged in a silly thing like this#(or i don't. know you. that also but shaky thumbs up)#god. this year has been. insane dawg#my goofy ass going through canon events like it's a buffet /silly#jokes aside#the fact that im still like. here. right here#posting or reblogging goofy shit#still in the process of making my fic (i prommy im working on it)#and just. managing to make friends with people despite shit happening#it's so wild to me#i know for some people i've tagged we either haven't talked that much or haven't talked in awhile#and to that i say#fuck it we ball /j#but seriously it's. honestly bc getting to interact with you guys at all makes or has made my day that much brighter#even if it's been awhile like i mentioned or for whatever reason#this is. getting long as hell and i need to go to bed oops#anywhooooo#gotta go fast or some shit#OH- and thank you all so much for. almost 3k. holy shit#where the fuck did you all COME FROM HOW DID WE GET HERE#big heart emojis and sending love to you all#thank you so much
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they shoulda let us see rook's reunion with their companions right when they rescued them from the fade prison. cowards.
#mage talks#da4 spoilers#like... you mean rook was such a good leader that not only did they bring the team together to finally defeat an elven god#but when another elven god trapped their leader in the fade#they all were able to band together on their own and work without rook bc they were all so determined to bring them back????#a team that couldnt even operate cohesively when it was formed despite the fact they were all skilled professionals in their fields#a team that needed someone like rook to bring them together on a personal level as well as professional#a team that clearly could do things on their own now didnt even think for a moment to go after elgarnan and solas without their leader#because they could have. they couldve just written rook off as dead and thought they needed to save the world for the people theyd lost#like god rook was truly their linchpin and the only time we feel that and see it clearly is in that moment when they hear their team#and we just get a cut to the lighthouse meeting#that would have been such an incredible and emotionally charged reunion and we just got the fucking huddle#and the varric thing gets a side mention from... idk i think 2 people?? maybe???#and the time loss i thought they made it seem like it was days but other people are saying it was weeks????#idk i should go to sleep for real for real
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#not a confession#helluva boss#the fact that they even mentioned Chaz just made me screech mentally#because... you know. if you've read my oneshot you know#but yes exactly. I also tie back to him the fact that Millie was so serious and untrusting during the flashback#(to be fair. being a mercenary is cutthroat business. but even while fighting and killing she seems a lot goofier nowadays)#how the timeline works in my head is#affair in Wrath. Chaz bounces to another ring and breaks her heart. she stays home for a while after that before moving to the city in Prid#she could've had her walls up out of a sense that the city slickers would only betray her#Chillie seems significant to me bc we've SEEN just how MUCH it takes for Millie to snap when it comes to loved ones and their bullshit#let alone turn from loving affection to seething murderous hatred#so you KNOW that whatever happened between her and Chaz WOUNDED her. or at least offended in a huge way idk#someone on AO3 wrote it so he cheated on her with her sister. like yeah that could do the job alright#though that does imply she loved him which is easily the biggest plot hole here. like. look at that thing#what is there to love#about Chazwick Thurman#he's an embarrassing roach with a dick complex#(also my girl Sallie would never have standards that low. please. she's also a lesbian now but that's another thing)#tbf Chaz and Blitzo are quite similar... except Blitzo has way less shallow writing... I wonder if that could be explored#her currently being so close to someone who is in theory strongly reminiscent of her ex. putting up with so much from him too#ah but I shan't keep talking Chillie. we'd be here all night if I tried to explain all my mental lore#isn't it funny how I've thought so much about them despite despising S02e03 and becoming physically ill by Chaz's sceentime#on my first watch#and then never watching it again#it's just the Concept of him alright. like shared ex of M&M who's a conman a loser a former mafia goon & whores himself to survive#who are you and how did you get here#plus the fact that he's a shark bc sharks are so cool. did you know threshers harm and even kill prey by whipping them with their tails#wish we could've seen that#I love it when anthros have their animal traits acknowledged#wow the tags here really derailed from the original screenshot. ignore them please đ
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What the spiderverse Fandom did to Miguel hobie and gwen-in fact all the main cast is evil and cruel and all ya bitches need your Fandom rights taken away ASAP
#atsv#miguel o'hara#the way people either forget about the very fucked things he did to sexualize him#or completely villainize him with no inbetween is insane#the way you made pavs personality so one note and reduce to one joke is cruel and unusual punishment#the way you guys villainize gwen in order to make a lot of ur slash ships work despite the fact her reason are very complex as well#they amount of misogynoir towards jess made me ill and reminded me most of fandom is white as hell#the way you babied or infantilize all the poc because yt fandom does not know how to interact with vharacters of colour without completely#morphing them#im not even gonna speak on .....#atsv hobie#because ill literally rip my baby hairs out thats a whole other rant on how yall treat alt blk youth#pavitr prabhakar#i hate FANDOM#but also love it teehee
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whshdfhfjf.,,,
#close up!! because i firstly Did Not render them with such insanity in order for tumblr's lack of general resolution to make it blur#look at all the lines!!! teehee i still really really like this style of digital painting it's super super fun to do!!! and also secondly#because i went back and added a tag ramble and as i seem to often be doing??? lately?? reached the 30 tag limit and went 'hm ok how else..'#anyway the tag essay on that one is now up and talks about the artwork generally and miscellaneous thoughts!! that said. i need a space to#ramble about beatrix at Length because look you don't draw and paint etc a character for like ten hours without having a lot of thoughts#anyways ! i digress terrifically. tag rambles are more like trains of thoughts masquerading as subways and you get on and it's unfortunately#a rollercoaster track. but this is My Blog and i can do Whatever I Want as long as i don't hurt anyone <- affirmations!! also Harm Principle#lately it's been like *kicks up feet* *opens tumblr tags* *treats it as own personal journal* and tbh Good for me!! anyways back to beatrix#fun fact ! the thing that pushed me over the edge to go watch the musical after looking through the tumblr tag was a very specific poll.#and the fact that the winning option was blue hair and pronouns made me double over laughing so hard i had to go see the source material#mm i feel like lately the academic Context has been tossing me essentially into a blender HAHA ;-; so everyone in adamandi is to some extent#a Mood. but bea-specific (haha be specific)(sorry!)(wow this is the same reaction mechanism of my friend who points out innuendos)(...)#i think it's the wanting to prove herself. like from the whole abuela etc thing there's proof here she's got a Stable Support System of sort#and instead what beatrix continues to do is push themselves. 'i guess u could say i'm married to my work? god that's depressing' // no one#here to enforce that // abuela tells me to rest says i'm constantly stressed and i'll just get depressed like before but i still have to try#like. that shred of desperation that pushes you to the brink to neglect yourself (well i guess physically but also your morals..) and like!!#the whole 'lose half your soul thing' proves she's self aware!! like they know what they're doing is super dubious yknow! but they're still#they're still doing it even if it goes into conflict with their morality system in a way and then they justify it to themselves (see pt 1#of ghostwriter) and the whole wanting to achieve at all costs Despite the self awareness. (i think? this aspect also applied to quincy. but#thoughts on him will come later). more beatrix specific also is the fact that they genuinely adore their work.. 'i just love it here where#you know they'll be printing forever and you are just part of it' because that does kind of resonate with me. also the being behind in the#competition is real!!! i'm maybe talking about Art as a subject because that same drive for it exists on my good days i think. even#even when nothing seems to be going right and you've ended up at the back the intent passion inherent in what you do is still there!!!#the genuine. care she has for reporting. is so !!!!! to me... other beatrix thoughts include 'why reveal yourself at the end' aka vincent's#'u should have stayed silent u had a smart plan' like rip to them but i would not // it feels with bea's complex character i can't imagine h#her Not doing that. like the guilt is real i guess. and i am running out of tags but! smth also about her fervent hope or smth that she'll#eventually get to where she wants. and the resilient determination.. 'i won't let their deaths be pointless there's more good i'm gonna do'#they're so so real for that. i'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing; seeing myself reflected in aspects of characters like this.. but it's#it's there regardless. smth smth just make your peace with the person you are ig!! tldr beatrix campbell my beloved. hehe#adamandi
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weird thing about me is that I am so serious about new year's resolutions that the last week of december feels like I'm in one of those "preparing for war" montages (but in a good way)
#mine are always very easy to complete and i dont kick myself if i miss a day#like last year mine was to watch one new movie a week (bc i never ever watch movies despite wanting to) and i did it! mostly#and my one for this year is in three parts. a) read every day bc i fell out of that habit and even one page counts#b) finish my physical TBR shelf (i think its about 70 books? itll be tough but i think i can do it)#and c) read a nonfiction book at least once a month because as much as i love fiction there are a LOT of nonfics piling up#that i really want to read and i sort of neglect them in favor of my constant escapism. so.#ANYWAY i think about that statistic of how many people fail at their new years resolution and it makes me feel like i have rabies#but like. spite rabies#i made a list of interesting nyrs a few months ago and the amount of articles i had to read by smug wealthy men made me sick in the head#and only achieving my goals out of spite will heal me#anyway follow me on storygraph xoxo (ththalassocracy)#you can watch me in real time as i try once again to read a book popular at the library i work at and get disappointed almost every time#ignore the fact that ive been listening to an audiobook for almost a year now. dont look at me#ahh i love new years though. its such a fresh and clean start#2026 im thinking abt having a new resolution for each month so that i can sort of teach myself how to apply that Fresh Start feeling anytim#so that i dont have to wait for new years bc i have fleeting goals and hobbies all the time and its fun to commit to things#without the horror of failing (or consequences)#also next year i wanted to try my Shower Olympics resolution but that one would NOT last a full year lol#so maybe. but i dont actually want to start planning anything until at least june#AND THIS YEAR I HAVE 6 DAYS OFFFF right at new years!!! so i get to deep clean AND rest AND start off my resolution really strongly#im so fucking excited i might do that every year because the joy i feel at having those days off during new years is incredible
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