#assale

[tired-teacher-blog]

So, Aizawa's neck is extremely sensitive. Yup I called it.

There is a reason why he conveniently keeps it wrapped in his capture weapon most of the time.

Finding out about it was purely coincidental, it was never your intention to brush your fingers along the pale skin when you reached out to tuck a loose strand behind his ear, you couldn't help it either, he looked breathtaking in a simple black tank top and similar colored sweatpants as he emerged after his evening shower.

What was meant to be an innocent gesture, soon turned into something else entirely when his breath suddenly hitched and goosebumps appeared where your fingers had touched.

It was a new and unexpected sight that triggered something within you, and you needed more of the sensation it had evoked..

_ "So even the incredible Mr Aizawa has a weakness like the rest of us huh?" you teased for the nth time as you tightened your grip on his wrists and pressed down on his throbbing bulge before diving in to suck another bright red spot on his once flawless neck, "you've kept it well hidden this far, I'm impressed."

It's no wonder to be frank, he has always been dominant and well guarded even with you, and it is unusual of him to show any sign of vulnerability, which is why you held on to this rare instant with all your might.

_ "Alright that's enough, you've had your fun haven't you?" he huffed in apparent annoyance but did nothing to stop you, and how easy would it have been for him to free himself of your clutches, had he truly wished to.

_ "Just a little more, please." you whined a plea and kissed his delicate skin again, relishing the strangled groans he so desperately sought to muffle.

_ "Whatever.." but his feigned indifference couldn't fool you.

How could it, when his restless hips unveiled his growing impatience for something more?

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[theivorybilledwoodpecker]

[nobilisseoblige]

"fine form. i take it your studies are faring well, ferdinand?" seteth is there. somehow he always is. hands folded nearly behind his stiff spine, he trods to the center of the training grounds, where he appraises ferdinand and the lance in his grasp after the boy had seemed to lower it. "ah, pay no mind to me. i'm simply passing through to do an inventory count. though, that being said... how are you finding that lance in your hands now? too heavy, too light? the church has undergone a few budget adjustments, but i should hope not to squander your potential with any ill-suited tools."

Professor Seteth is here. somehow, he always is. upon his arrival, Ferdinand stood ten degrees straighter, with his heart (and his pride) slung on his sleeve. a noble must always present himself at his best to his instructors! "Professor." he bowed his head in greeting, with his lance lowered to rightfully meet the man's lovely green eyes. "ah— well you see, I was thinking…" he considered boasting at first, as it was so very easy to elevate himself by saying this or that about his strength. but upon evaluating how it rested in his hand, and how its weight felt like a part of his own, he took pause.

if this lance was an extension of himself, if his soul balanced from point to point… he would consider the weight slightly off balance. a scale tipped just slightly pole-ward. "actually, you've got quite the keen insight, Professor. I was sure with my expertise in lancing, I'd be fine either way, but… the weight feels to be distributed incorrectly." he still managed to tack on a string of praise, anyway.

"you're right! my potential is being squandered with a tool like this." raising his nose to the sky, he was poised with statuesque pride.

"oh but…" and then comes the sense. Ferdinand and his ballooning sense of pride did not come without some kind of proof of concept. "worry not, Professor. I profess a passionate interest in weapons maintanance, so I can see to the adjustments myself. I believe a metalic band around the rim of the lance-head would balance the weight, would it not?"

there would be one day, perhaps soon, where Ferdinand recieves a lance that, upon holding it, has his entire soul pour into it. and the waves of a god's blood would ebb and flow, giving and taking, until his pulse was his lance's pulse. but until then, he stands here with a weapon shaped by man for man, and smiles as he would. to take up a weapon is to be humbled by it. he had to remember as much.

[alexjcrowley]

Vorrei essere meno italiana ma dopo il Cecilsweep nella mia testa si è alzato un coro di "figure e meee, figure e meeee poropopopo" per Sans

[pathetic-gamer]

ok but actually tho I'm pretty sure the lance of ruin is based on Gáe Bulg, from Irish mythology just like Luin and Areadbhar, which literally means "spear of pain" or "spear of death," and idk why tf they didn't keep that name. I can only assume they thought associating Sylvain with a word that rhymes with "gay" was too on the nose.

The names of Hero’s Relics are so funny to me because they’re all super fancy names except for a select few like:

Dimitri: This is ✨ Areadbhar ✨

Ingrid: This is Luin 💚 💖

Felix: This is the Sword of Moralta and Shield of Aegis 💅

Sylvain: This is a lance i kill shit with!!!

[soffroeppuremivienedaridere]

Quella improvvisa tristezza che ti assale.

[leadmetothegardenbetty]

it’s the pronunciation of “asshole” as “assal” for half of the video for me but god I love him when he’s ranting abt litter with his wired earbuds wrapped around his neck <3

[scritti-di-aliantis]

Scorci di pura bellezza, in casa. Desiderio di averti con me. Sempre. Un dubbio atroce assale la mente: e se il destino ci separasse? Perciò, vieni qui subito... Ti colgo dall'albero dei frutti proibiti a piene mani.

Aliantis

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[angelap3]

"Vedete questo dipinto? Ha emozionato milioni di persone ma pochi conoscono la storia straordinaria che c’è dietro! Sicuramente avrete già sentito parlare del

«Viandante sul mare di nebbia» di Caspar Friedrich. (1818)

Guardatelo con attenzione. C’è un uomo che fissa con straordinaria intensità l’orizzonte. Nel dipinto non potete vedere il volto dell’uomo, ma tutto nella sua postura, nella curva delle sue spalle ti trasmette una sensazione intensissima. Sembra quasi trattenere il respiro. E voi potete quasi sentire il brivido che lo assale. Che cosa sta guardando? Il cielo sospeso sull’orlo di un precipizio.

Ma perché lo fissa con tanta intensità? E no, non è soltanto un sentimento di meraviglia davanti l’immensità della natura, come credono in molti. Ma per capirlo, dovete conoscere la storia che c’è dietro. Un giorno mentre il giovane Caspar stava pattinando assieme a suo fratello, il ghiaccio si spezza sotto i piedi. Suo fratello per salvarlo, annega. Si dice che dalla sofferenza siamo nate le anime più forti; che le anime più belle siano quelle segnate dalle cicatrici. E lui ne aveva tante. Perse la madre quando aveva soltanto 7 anni, e poi perse due sorelle e infine l’amato fratello. Conobbe la povertà, la solitudine e l’incomprensione. Nonostante questi dolori però, il giovane Caspar si dà la forza per andare avanti. Ecco il vero significato di questo dipinto!

Nella posa del Viandante c’è tutto: coraggio, solitudine, struggimento, nostalgia, la nostalgia di chi è alla ricerca non di un luogo qualunque ma di una casa. Perché casa non è dove si vive, ma dove ci si comprende. E ci si perdona. La nebbia che inghiotte le montagne è la metafora delle difficoltà, delle prove e delle incertezze che ognuno di noi deve affrontare nella vita. Ma se osservate meglio, noterete che la nebbia sembra diradarsi all'orizzonte. Perché non importa ciò che ti capita, ma è come reagisci a ciò che ti capita che fa la differenza, ecco cosa vi sta dicendo questo dipinto! Nascere non basta. È per rinascere che siamo nati."

(Angela P.)

[tired-teacher-blog]

Never in a million years, had Aizawa thought the day would come when he'd finally settle down and share his life with another, but there he was..

Like a blinding ray of sunshine brightening the dark and dusty corners of his heart, you bursted into his life unexpected and uninvited, to shift everything this man had settled for.

A hurricane really, because if he were to be asked, that's how he would describe you, and despite putting his life at risk on the daily and without an ounce of hesitation or fear, he was terrified of you, or rather, of the effect of having you near.

He didn't need your presence, nor did he need the warmth or cheerfulness looming over him every time you're around, he was content on his own, living day by day like he has been for years, no family, no lover, and no reason for the added worries.

However, he soon came to realize that his once dull and cold existence was to be flipped upside down.

He lived in denial until he couldn't any longer. Yes, he started thinking about you more than he was comfortable admitting, missing you when you were not around, smiling more often while reading your texts or hearing your voice from the other end of the line, he was already addicted to you and it was too late for him to escape.

He already knew that whatever future awaited him, needed to include you or piss off, he was done pretending but couldn't -for the life of him- admit his feelings out loud.

Perhaps it was for the best, having you in his life with no labels involved, that's what he thought for a while, it was an unspoken vow in which you offered yourselves to the other, body and soul, and that was enough.

However, it all came crumbling down at his feet when you nervously grabbed onto his sleeve one day, and confessed your wish to become his wife, that day he knew that he also wanted more than what you've been sharing all along, and the only thing he could utter in response, was a breathy "yes".

It was your little jumps and cheerful squeals that made him realize he has spoken as he should, because at that moment he knew, that all he wanted in life, was to make you happy.

He simply wished for a quiet ceremony though, involving only the closest to you, but decided to keep that to himself and give you everything you wanted.

You were on cloud nine preparing for the day, the unchanging smile on your face, and the sparkling glint in your eye were dazzling as you picked the flower centerpieces together, and met with the chef when it was time for the cake tasting.

He was doing things that never seemed possible before you came along, but enjoyed every part of it as it was all for a life together with you, and seeing the thrill and exhilaration adorning your face as the big day drew near, softened his heart and filled him with certainty that he wouldn't want it any other way.

You looked breathtaking as you slowly walked down the isle in your elegant champagne colored dress and beautiful makeup and hairdo, your eyes gazing at the handsome man who was soon to be your husband as you stepped closer to him.

He could not contain the warm smile appearing on his face, or the hitch of his breath when you finally stood before him, and it took everything in him not to kiss you already, he was in love and no longer ashamed of showing it to the world.

_ "I do."

A promise you both still share to this day.

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[s-a-f-e-w-o-r-d--2]

Ma cosa ne sa chi mi vede passare... Chi mi incrocia mentre cammino... Chi mi vede mentre sono al lavoro... Quando sorrido e squarcio il cielo... Ma che ne sanno gli altri di cosa ho dentro... Di quel nodo al cuore che mi opprime... Dell'ansia che mi assale quando sto ferma... Immobile... Di quel dolore che dico sempre che passa... Ma che non passa mai... Che ne sanno che mi ritrovo a voler crescere a cinquant'anni... Perché nelle ferite, si resta bambini in eterno... C'è sempre una lacrima che non sa evaporare... Che staziona lì... Tra mente e cuore... E non sa dove andare...

~ Virginia ~

[singinthegardns]

Se ci fosse una seconda occasione per noi vorrei saper leggere i tuoi silenzi invece di perdermi dentro ai miei, come ho fatto sempre vorrei lasciarti entrare dentro la mia mente che è un posto parecchio buio e parecchio strano dove comunque ti perdi come dentro a un labirinto ma alla fine troveresti quello che penso di te davvero, quello che penso dal primo giorno in mezzo a tutte le paure e le paranoie e gli sbalzi d'umore in mezzo a tutte le insicurezze c'è una luce che splende i tuoi occhi me li porto dentro, sotto pelle e poi incollati nella mente come una canzone che impari a memoria come un trauma che ti cambia la vita se ci fosse una seconda occasione, per noi imparerei a chiedere scusa, e non solo con gli occhi e cercherei nei tuoi tutto quello che non dici mai e la smetterei di gridare, anche solo per un attimo che in fondo ho capito che non serve a niente se non a farti toccare il fondo e poi ti porterei a dormire in una stanza vista mare col vesuvio sullo sfondo e avrei un po' meno paura, questo è sicuro un po' meno paura di mischiarmi con te e correrei dovunque sei, quando la solitudine ti assale per non far entrare i pensieri dentro il tuo cuore sempre pronti ad inquinare ti proteggerei da me se ci fosse una seconda occasione ma non c'è.

[greenbor]

Poesia di https://www.tumblr.com/s-a-f-e-w-o-r-d--2

Ma cosa ne sa chi mi vede passare... Chi mi incrocia mentre cammino... Chi mi vede mentre sono al lavoro... Quando sorrido e squarcio il cielo... Ma che ne sanno gli altri di cosa ho dentro... Di quel nodo al cuore che mi opprime... Dell'ansia che mi assale quando sto ferma... Immobile... Di quel dolore che dico sempre che passa... Ma che non passa mai... Che ne sanno che mi ritrovo a voler crescere a cinquant'anni... Perché nelle ferite, si resta bambini in eterno... C'è sempre una lacrima che non sa evaporare... Che staziona lì... Tra mente e cuore... E non sa dove andare...

~ Virginia ~

[soffroeppuremivienedaridere]

Giorni che mi assale il pensiero di voler cambiare, ma allo stesso tempo non ho ben in mente cosa fare e che strada intraprendere.

[falcemartello]

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E mi dica...

oltre al Luglio più caldo degli ultimi 100mila anni,

alla notizia che l' ultima fiammata di Caronte è in arrivo il ciclone Circe che trasformerà l’estate in autunno per qualche giorno, ma poi si tornerà a bollire con le cartine meteo tutte rosse ma con le temperature uguali allo scorso anno,

dopo aver letto che nelle grotte del Circeo l'uomo di Neanderthal sfuggì al clima impazzito,

che le mascherine per le mucche filtrano il metano e si vince la sfida climatica,

che la CO2 sta facendo più morti del covid e della spagnola del 1918,

all''eco-ansia che ti assale quando hai comprato un'auto elettrica, che quando devi fare 200km e parti con l'autonomia di 300 ma dopo 100 il computer di bordo ti indica che ne puoi fare 50, ma tu vuoi bene all'ambiente e non emetti CO2,

che la psicologa Viola Giannoli dichiara che l'eco-ansia esiste ed è una risposta ad una minaccia reale, ma peggio chi non l'ha,

e che i lockdown climatici saranno la soluzione sostenibile per contenere la temperatura della terra perchè l'Onu sotiene di contenere l'aumento della temperatura del globo entro un + 1,5 gradi nel 2030 mentre USA, India e Cina se la ridono...

...vede per caso anche donne nude?

[veroves]

ogni volta il dubbio mi assale.

chi, come, quando e perché butta altri oggetti nel wc, quando accanto c'è un cestino.