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[kvtnisseverdeen]

[brb-on-a-quest]

The Toxic relationship between America and England As Told by Me Which Will Have Many Questionable Oversimplifications Due To the Lack of Time I Currently Have Before My Last Final Paper For A Different Class is Due: a story told by me. Tagging @igotthisaccountunderduress bc she asked for this specifically and now must suffer the consequences

Source: My history notes and a chat where I have infodumped all this to my best friend who has somehow still put up with all of my ramblings. If people would like I can and will make a series out of this with more actual research because Damn History is so much more interesting when it's not for the grade and stress and finals (like I love the tea, love the reciepts, but to memorize all of it on top of other things? *stress ensues*

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There was a war. There have been many wars. But during this period of like literally forever ago England, Spain, and France really just couldn't stop bickering at each other like siblings. This became more problematic when Spain started getting Colonies in this New World after the whole Christopher Columbus shenanigans (Fun fact: Isabel and Ferdinand really only sponsored like 20% or 30% of Columbus' original costs; Columbus still had to like find the other major chunk of it through sponsorships and donations). But anyway Columbus Task Failed Successfully and discovers Not India/Spice Islands but ~a whole new world~ (so many more shenanigans with that Columbus had to straight up lie to his crew multiple times to stop mutinies from happening I want to read his diaries at some point bc the more things I hear the more intrigued I get). But anyway Spain gets a lot of shiny new income in plenty of resources, spices, diseases, tomatoes, chocolate, etc.

England and France get jealous. France is like "omg I want some" and they go to Not The Spice Islands via the fabled "Northwest Passage" and get to canada and make bank off fur trading. England however in true Chaotic Sibling Fashion originally goes "why would I need to go over to America when I can just steal from France and Spain"

and thus PIRACYYYYYYY yo ho ho ho and a bottle of rum for meeeee

Spain and France are (unsurprisingly) Not Cool with this whole "sharing is caring" attitude of England and again more wars start. England in the meantime decides it wants to get its stuff together and allows the prototypes of corporations called Joint Stock Companies (basically a bunch of people would share the risks and the reward of running a business) that lead to the Virginia Colony. There were also people who were cashing in royal debts in exchange for land in the new world (the Calverts who started Maryland who wanted to Bring Back The Feudal system and that went so well for them *cough cough*/sarcasm) and a bunch of people who wanted to ability to Practice Their Religion Better than Other People (there was religious persecution when Queen Elizabeth was reigning during the Great Migration of people to America but from my understanding it was more like she didn't care what you did if you were loyal to England but also that is literally only from my professor and I have heard conflicting stories with other professors soooooo take this with a heavy grain of salt).

Anyway now with income coming in from the Americas both Spain and France and England are doing relatively well for themselves. And then guess what happens. Ah yes, more jealous and fighting. In this case, it's over the Ohio Valley Area because both countries wanted to expand their holdings in the new World. Basically this area touched Canada and France is like "C’est à moi" and England's like "GET YOUR TOASTY BAGUETTES AWAY FROM MY LAND" This leads to what we call here the French and Indian War (also called the Seven Years War in Europe I think, a lot of wars have American Names vs European names). Despite being called "The French and Indian War" here, it was fought by England and their Indian Allies and French and their Indian allies. England wins but at what cost?

The cost is money. It's always money. Now everyone has super heavy debt as a sum of like four(five?) wars that are fought in this period of time. England is now trying to raise funds to help get themselves out of the mess they put themselves into. Their solution: make America Pay Rent. Kind of a "we fought this war for *you* actually now give us money for it.

Note: they were only trying to raise part of the money for it via Direct Taxes which are taxes added on top of the price (which btdubs they were paying taxes to England already they were pay just English Version of Taxes which are built into the price so you don't know how much if it is taxes. They were fine with that. They just didn't want extra taxes. So this made them reevaluate their whole relationship with England. It didn't also help that England was starting to revoke some of the major perks like support past the appalachian mountain range, and among other things).

this tulmultuous period can be summed up with (an overgeneralization):

England: *tries to control America over much by being like 'you have to pay taxes on this this and this*

America: fine *just doesn't buy anything from England period until England recants and is like fine you don't have to pay this tax*

England: *plays the jealous girlfriend card* "you can only trade with England!!! No one else!!!

America, the two-timer: *increases smuggling* Also radical terrorists//the sons of liberty start crying for independence (Takes a Long Time For anyone to Listen to them Because Why Would They Rebellion is a stupid idea)

The East India Company thing was such a whole thing that kinda highlights this to an extreme. East India Company was part of the joint stock company that was about to go under because they had taken loans from like literally almost every bank in England. Which if they failed would be REALLY bad news for England. So in an attempt to lower cost, England told East India company that they could bring their tea from india to America directly instead of having to go through british ports as was custom. America took one look at the now So much Cheaper Tea and was like "mmmm sus" and didn't buy it in favor of dutch tea so RIP east India Company. Also Terrorist Group from before burned several of the ships while being disguised as Indians (no one was buying it) and that's what we call the boston tea party. England shut down Boston as they should and basically war ideas were spreading really quickly through new england and further onward (south was less so but they came around).

Anyway. I realize this comes off as very-anti American and it's really not meant to be, both countries were really annoying to each other throughout this whole process. But yeh then theirs gunshots and a declaration of independence and then we barely win by the skin of our teeth (that's mainly bc british merchants were like stop this we can't make money if you're fighting with our best customers at the end) and things get only stranger from there. First modern Democratic Republic so things were bound to get...very wonky.

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not to put French on everyone's dash today but tell me how i only just found out that RSVP stands for "répondez s'il vous plaît" ("please respond", with the formal 2nd person)? i always underestimate how MUCH French is present in English when it comes to more formal contexts...

[aparttimewriter]

STARSTRUCK: part five

charles leclerc x singer reader x lando norris

summary: y/n and charles continue to grow closer to each other, despite the public interest. but she can’t help but still be drawn to the mclaren driver

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miaxmon: the hangover was worth it 😔

y/nstanaccount: i need the charles and y/n update

taliamar: to many shots were taken

ferrarileclerc: so is y/n a wag now ??

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reneerapp: answer your phone !

stancharles: where’s my boy charles ??

user567: dam she moves on fast

fansofy/n: our poor girl can’t have a male friend, without people thinking something going on between them

—teamleclerc: look i just think it’s weird she wasn’t spotted at the race, but is hanging with lando

landonorris: why this photo!!

—yourusername: because you looked like a complete dork 😂

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y/nupdates: is this a soft launch !?

— teamleclerc: soft ?? this is a full hard launch

danielricciardo: rude no photo credit for the fourth pic 😐

leclercstan: soooo is this them being official ?

charles_leclerc: magnifique fille

—yourusername: brb going to learn french

author’s note: i hope everyone enjoys the update x just wanted to let you all know, that i am currently also working on a new fic that’s about daniel ricciardo

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[theatrehearts]

brb babe im just crying to the french version of les mis and how the epilogue includes the line 'un rêve peut mourir mais on n'enterre jamais l'avenir' (a dream may die, but the future can never be buried), which slaps and harkens back to fantine singing about how her dream has been killed. the french version is just so much more explicit in its revolutionary message than the english lyrics which mainly focuses on the afterlife. the french version literally says 'pour une seule barricade qui tombe, cent autres se leveront demain' (for every barricade that falls, a hundred more will rise tomorrow).

because it is not just about individual suffering and redemption after death. we as a society can learn from our collective flaws and shortcomings, but we need to both recognize and empathize with the pain caused in order to create something better. and because we as humans have the ability to do that, the future is never truly lost. so fantine's dream is dead but that dream meant something, and it echoes. by god it echoes and i am crying

[dubuthecat]

to those qsmp fans on tumblr that speak spanish, portuguese and french. what are the common text shortcuts yall use? like theres brb(be right back), ttyl (talk to you later) etc.

i wanna learn about yalls slangs! ive seen tqm from leo ? and i think the french use mdr ? im not sure what they fully represent.

let me know !!! i think its definitely an aspect of other languages that wont simply be on platforms like duolingo.

edit:

Since this post is getting traction again im putting the link to the word document here. Its a compiled list of what people have shared so far!

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╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 || 𝗖𝗟𝟭𝟲 ꒱꒱

━━ ❪ . . . charles x guitarist!gf ❫

━━ ❪ . . . description : charles has been liking an anonymous girl's pictures on insta for a while now, but with no face and just guitar pics to go by, fans are more than intrigued to figure out who his mystery guitar girl is ; ❫

━━ ❪ . . . smau ! ❫

━━ ❪ . . . warnings: none ❫

━━ ❪ . . . fc : winter of aespa ❫

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user face reveal 😁 ? no ? a girl can dream...

user how do I explain to people that ur my gf yet I don't know how you look ?

user this is the 67th post charles leclerc has liked... yes, I'm counting.

user ...what if...no...but ?

user I would let go of my parasocial relationship with charles for that duo.

⤿ user TOO REAL OMG.

thatguitargirl added to their story !

[ caption 1: thx to my baby for the bday gift ! a girl can never have too many guitars on her rack ;) ; caption 2: red is best ofc ❤ ]

thatguitargirl added to their story !

[ caption 2: now which one should I bring along ? 🤔 ]

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user now just wait a damn minute... is that who I think it might be ?

user NO FUCKING WAY-

user thatguitargirl ???

user and you all called me crazy – this HAS to be thatguitargirl girl.

user if this is the person that steps out onto stage tomorrow I'm going to throw myself on that stage and snatch her up.

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thatguitargirl what a week !!! thank you sm coachella for having me and making my rockstar dreams come true, but a bigger thank you to all the people that cheered for me – and for all the notes you threw on stage with the most sweetest words written on them 🥺. ofc, thank you to my beautiful charlie for being there for me, every step of the way leading up go this moment ❤ - yn ln xoxo.

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user YOU. ARE. SO. BEAUTIFUL.

user guitarist and a face card that will never decline ? only w's for this girl.

user the way i entered heaven hearing you live.

charles_leclerc here for you always, mon amour 😘

⤿ thatguitargirl my forever boy 🤞❤

arthur_leclerc dude, that french rock song you did was wild, your french has improved IMMENSELY

⤿ thatguitargirl well, I did have a great teacher 🙃

⤿ arthur_leclerc I know, i know, thank me later with waffles 😊

⤿ charles_leclerc she's not even referring to you, you idiot.

⤿ arthur_leclerc sure she is ! I taught her some french too charles.

⤿ charles_leclerc yeah, all the swear words.

⤿ arthur_leclerc hey, those are VERY important.

⤿ thatguitargirl putain ouais !

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⤿ charles_leclerc Y/N M/N L/N

user from this relationship alone my lifespan has increased by a decade.

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user this couple>>>

user ya'll...now that I think about it, I've seen this girl at races 😭 ! she always sat in the stands tho, with friends, but she ALWAYS wore a ferrari hat (no.16) – she's been under our noses this whole time !!!

⤿ thatguitargirl 😜😜😜

⤿ user cheeky and I love it.

landonorris alright, who wants to be ma fille blah blah whatever he said ? applications are open.

⤿ oscarpiastri brb gonna go learn guitar real quick.

⤿ thatguitargirl don't you have a gf ? 😭

⤿ oscarpiastri shhhhh yn 🤫

user landscar and charyn in one post ? I am being spoiled today.

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[totallyexhausted]

Sick Rei with caring Kazuki/ Miri...

Just small notes on one of the ff’s in case my computer deletes the files again (so I have like a triple backup)...

(Just random-ass notes for right now to have a back-up back-up for myself) - feel free to comment or motivate me lol jk brb crying....

Title:

Kazuki sighed as he walked through the door, his keys jingling against the lock as Miri pushes past excitedly. It’s late in the afternoon which isn’t unusual for them to come home, but today- today was rough. Everything went wrong. The French toast had burned, Miri’s drop-off was late, the weather had changed from sunny to rainy despite the forecast, the store was out of almost everything needed for dinner, and Rei- well, Rei had been a dick pretty much all day.

Moody, Kazuki would say. Not unlike Rei, but that didn’t stop the 25-year-old from fighting Kazuki every step of the way. The older asked for help which he got- eventually- in a half-ass form of quiet grumbling and slow movements. Fold the laundry. Do the dishes. Vacuum. Gather intel on their mission tonight. It wasn’t hard, and these were things Rei had been trying to improve over the past couple of weeks. But today, Rei just fought Kazuki the whole way.

Last night they’d gotten into an argument over dinner. Rei pushing his food around as Miri listed off all the exciting things she’d done in preschool that day. Playing games. Building a castle. Learning a new song. Gossiping about boys. The last one Kazuki didn’t appreciate but he let it go, assuming Anna-chan was the main culprit for “men are a mystery.”

Miri poked Rei in the ribs causing the younger man to flinch, turning towards her a few moments later, a questionable look plaster on tired features. She pointed a finger towards his plate, “You okay, Rei-Papa?”

Rei hummed before turning back towards his food, pushing a tomato around the white porcelain and resting his chin on his hand. Kazuki sighed, glancing over Rei’s features, trying to pinpoint something, anything. Truth was, Rei had been quiet all day- well, quieter than usual. He’d forgone playing his videogames halfway through the day, picking up a book that Kazuki had been reading, flipping through the pages before retreating to his room until the older had called him for dinner. …

           Ever since he turned 25 a few days prior, Rei had backed off. Retreating more to isolation and distancing himself from conversations Kazuki had come to expect from the ladder over the past three years. He hadn’t discussed what his father had wanted, and Kazuki didn’t push him. He didn’t want to know if Rei didn’t want him to- but the past couple of days had been weighing heavily, if not on Rei’s shoulders, but Kazuki’s. Something had happened. With Rei’s father. Something that Kazuki couldn’t fix- that seemed to erase the progress over the past few years. And that pissed Kazuki off.

           Rei hummed again as Miri asked another question, and Kazuki bit his lip as more food was pushed around, chopsticks scraping against glass. Rei had barely touched his food. He’d barely touched anything over the past couple of days- food, drinks, video games- even jerking away from Miri’s wild hands, and Kazuki’s gentle fingers. The 28-year-old didn’t want to pry, he really didn’t, but over the past three years, Kazuki had come to know Rei well enough to know when something was wrong. And something was.

           Rei’s chopsticks faltered, and his fingers froze as he inhaled loudly before setting the wooden utensil against the plate gently. Miri reached over, asking if she could have something from Rei’s plate, and the younger man nodded slowly, his gaze still cast on the barely touched food. Kazuki exhaled forcefully, “What’s your problem, huh?”

           The words left his mouth in a tense fashion Kazuki hadn’t known was there. He swallowed a few times as he closed his eyes, hoping they didn’t sound as harsh as they’d come across. He hadn’t meant to sound bitter- if anything he was more worried over the fact that Rei was mirroring his image from a few years ago than he was mad, but the words were twisted in his throat, dry against the concern he hoped plastered his face. But that was how the argument had started. Kazuki’s question coming out harsher than intended, his concern turning sharp and accusatory. And Rei glaring towards him.

           The 25-year-old leaned forward slightly; his eyes unwavering as he met Kazuki’s gaze. He expression cold as he cleared his throat, “Right now, you’re my problem...”

           The argument had escalated quickly and ended in Miri crying because her Papas were fighting. Kazuki had tried calming her, explaining they were just tired; and Rei had retreated to his room.

And that was the end of it. Until morning.

           Miri had insisted on filling the gaps of silence between Rei and Kazuki over breakfast; her mindless chatter usually a comfort to Kazuki, but today- today it was just a reminder of the previous night. Of Rei snapping at him. Of Rei’s attitude… and the hellish idea that after Miri was dropped at preschool, Kazuki would have to spend the whole day with someone who just wanted to be left alone.

           The 28-year-old had tried, really, to leave Rei alone as it seemed the younger wasn’t in any better spirits than before. But it was laundry day, and most of the chores he had, had become easier over the past few weeks with Rei helping him out. Besides, Kazuki tried apologizing, and Rei tried accepting it; but his part of the housework was sloppy at best. And after refolding the laundry and vacuuming again, Kazuki had given up. Clearly whatever was wrong was something Rei would have to deal with on his own… the 28-year-old would have to just leave him alone until then.

           But that was easier said than done… especially with a hyperactive 4-year-old.

           The apartment was dark when Kazuki stepped over the threshold. This wouldn’t have been as alarming considering it was raining, but it was only 15.00

           Kazuki pressed Miri against his thigh, his hand protectively forced against her shoulder blades as the little girl let out a small whine of discomfort. Kazuki knew he was being a little harsh with his grasp on her, but it was dark in here, and his internal alarms were going off. His observations skills drinking in everything his eyes could grasp, every small detail, every sound…

           If someone was here, if Rei was dead- well, Kazuki didn’t really want to finish that thought; but if Rei was dead, and that would be a big if, then his first act would be to get Miri out of here; away from the scene, the blood, away from a corpse- to protect her, to protect her innocence. But once she was safe, Kazuki was going to tear the whole damn world apart if-

           Miri squirmed against his thigh, slipping out from his grasp, and Kazuki reached for her, his fingers ghosting over her hoodie as he whispered her name. He stumbled, catching himself against the TV, his fingers reaching under the drawer, gripping for the gun locked behind the false bottom before light filled the room, and Kazuki squinted. He raised a hand, shielding his eyes as Miri pulled back the curtains, letting grey light filter through the room, rain splattering against the glass. He quickly released his grip on the gun, shoving the bottom back over the weapon and glanced around.

“Found you, Rei-Papa!” Miri shrieked as she pointed towards Rei sprawled across the couch, sleeping at an awkward angle, and Kazuki relaxed slowly. He let out a loud breath, running a hand through his blonde hair, glancing once more around the room as his eyes scanned for any hidden danger but coming up empty. There wasn’t a threat here. No one was planning on killing them… well, at least, not right now.

           “I found you! Found you! Found you! Found-”

Silence wasn’t something Miri was good at. Neither was Kazuki. Silence meant something was wrong. Silence was pain. Memories… waiting. Thoughts. Silence was thoughts that crept through cracks in the walls of memories Kazuki wanted to forget, to forgive… to leave. Silence wasn’t a comfort to him. But now, right now, silence was all he had.

              “Rei?”

             Kazuki knelt down in front of the couch, his eyes tracing over the pale features of Rei. His black hair covering most of his face as he slept, his left arm hanging off the couch, his fingers ghosting the ground.

             Kazuki smirked, running his fingers through Rei’s hair, brushing some of the black strands away from his face. He faltered, his knuckles stroking against the warmth radiating from the younger’s forehead, and the older sighed loudly. A fever. Rei was sick… or at least, felt sick. That’s why he’d been so moody today. Why he’d been distance over the past few days. He hadn’t felt well. Kazuki should have figured that out. But Rei had never really been sick in front of him. A migraine, sure. Some in-field wounds, and a few nightmares… but sick? No.

 “I found you! Found you! Found you! Found-”

 “Miri, stop… please,” Kazuki said softly, running his fingers through Rei’s hair again as the younger groaned slightly, his eyes scrunching together.

             Kazuki breathed loudly, “Hey.” Handsome.

 “It’s easier for me to leave if you hate me.”

“What?”

Sometimes even clean wounds become infected

 “Your wrist,” Kazuki said softly, his fingers ghosting over the deep three-inch cut lining Rei’s forearm. The flesh was red and angry, enflamed and hot to the touch. Infected. The wound was infected.

           Kazuki’s mind wondered to a few nights ago when… Rei had been hurt then. Kazuki should have seen; should have looked him over… but Rei didn’t want to talk and he was standing… so the thought of him being hurt, hadn’t really crossed the 28-year-old’s mind. Besides, if it was bad enough, Rei would have told him. He had learned from his mistake last year when Kazuki had taken him to the A&E before he bled to death in the shitty apartment bathroom. Blood smeared against the glass pane on the car window, Rei slumped against the door, his breathing shallow as his fingers tried gripping again at the open wound stabbed against his abdomen; and Kazuki cursed loudly as he reached over, his fingers grasping the younger’s shoulder to keep him awake…

           Rei groaned as Kazuki prodded the flesh harshly, pressing along the scabbed skin, his thumbnail digging slightly under the scab, releasing bloody puss from the swollen area. He hummed softly as Rei flinched, his head lolling against the tub before smacking against the older man’s shoulder, and the 28-year-old tightened his grip over the younger’s shoulders protectively, pulling him closer so Rei was leaning against his chest.

           “Rei,” Kazuki murmured, his voice low and soft, “The wound on your wrist is infected.” You idiot.

           Rei didn’t respond, and Kazuki tried again, shifting slightly to peer down at the younger man.

 “Okay, okay,” Kazuki started, reaching behind him, turning the knobs on the bathtub faucets. He needed to get Rei’s fever down. Get him to wake up… and then clean the wound…

 Kazuki’s left arm around Rei’s ribs to support him…

             Rei coughed weakly, turning his head slightly so his forehead pressed against Kazuki’s collarbone, and the older let out a sigh of relief as the younger man shifted. Kazuki dipped the cloth in the water again, adjusting his grip, supporting more of Rei’s weight against his shoulder as he wrung the rag over the 25-year-old’s heated back slowly. Water splashing against scarred flesh, trailing down Rei’s back in sweaty lines, disappearing beneath stilled lukewarm water. Kazuki repeated the action several times, adjusting his grip each time the younger shifted before pressing the soaked material on the back of Rei’s neck.

           Kazuki swallowed slowly; his actions hesitant as he placed a hand over Rei’s bare back, rubbing his fingers against the tension knotted across his shoulder blades, and the younger man relaxed further against him. Something moved outside the door, and Kazuki glanced towards the door, a small smirk crossing his face as he saw Miri’s shadowed back pressed against the frosted glass door. She was worried, and she had every right to be. Probably upset too as Kazuki made her sit in the hallway instead of the bathroom with him and Rei as she demanded. But despite how much she wanted to help, she’d only get in the way at the moment.

           Rei groaned again, coughing roughly as he moved a hand through the water slowly until it connected with Kazuki’s bicep. His fingers gripping at the 28-year-old’s sleeve loosely, his hand shaking before trailing back down and smacking against the water. Kazuki removed the rag from his neck and dipped it in the water once more, wringing out the excess over the younger’s back again, his shoulders, his chest. He bit the inside of his cheek as he gently uncurled Rei’s grasp on him, cupping the back of his neck and positioning the 25-year-old so he was leaning against the end of the bathtub.

           Kazuki brushed some messy black strands away from Rei’s face, mopping against the sweat covering his pale face as the younger clenched his eyes further, curling in on himself, his head turning slightly.

           “Rei?” Kazuki whispered, “You with me?”

           At first, the 25-year-old didn’t respond, and Kazuki swallowed, combing Rei’s bangs away from his forehead so he could see him better. A few minutes passed, and Miri shifted outside the door, her back pressing harshly against the glass and the sound of several small objects dropping to the wooden floor, rolling away quietly. Kazuki tried again, “Rei?”

           He ran his thumb over the younger’s temple slowly, his fingers carded through thick, messy tangles of black hair matted against heated flesh. Rei swallowed loudly before cracking his eyes open, his eyes searching for a second before landing on Kazuki leaning over the tub, his face a few inches from his. Kazuki smiled, “Hey. There he is.”

           Rei groaned, making an effort to force his body up before strong hands forced him back down gently, and the younger complied. He cleared his throat, swallowing again as water washed over him slowly, and the 25-year-old flinched as something pressed against his forehead, cheek, neck… chest. He blinked slowly, focusing on Kazuki’s movements as the older wrung out another cloth, pressing against Rei’s neck and shoulders.

           Rei coughed again, confusion eating away at his features as he pushed his hand against Kazuki’s hovering over his chest. He gulped, his eyebrows drawing together as Kazuki met his gaze, his blonde hair momentarily covering his brown eyes, and the older man smiled softly, pausing as Rei’s heated fingers covered his.

           The 25-year-old glanced around sluggishly, trying to piece together what was happening. His mind was muddled and foggy… like he’d been drugged, or he’d lost blood. Or something. Like something… His movements were weak and slow. And everything was hot. So fucking hot.

           Kazuki pressed the wet rag against Rei’s forehead gently, soaking the sweat rolling from his temple past flushed red set high on pale cheekbones. He untangled his other hand from Rei’s grasp and soaked another cloth, pressing firmly against the younger’s collarbone. The ladder made a small noise, and gripped tightly at Kazuki’s hand again, and the 28-year-old stopped.

           “No,” Rei breathed sharply, choking for a second as a dry cough made its way past his lips. His eyes fixed onto Kazuki’s as the older man held his gaze, making another attempt to move. Rei used his clasp on Kazuki to pull himself up somewhat, shoving his other hand against Kazuki’s chest harshly, preventing the ladder from moving closer to him. Kazuki faltered, wiggling his fingers, and Rei gripped tighter, his glare turning cold as he set his jaw, “No.”

           Kazuki swallowed, letting Rei clasp his fingers harder as he inched forward carefully. He exhaled lightly, a seriousness masking his features as he made sure to keep eye contact with the younger man. Rei’s features were alert- wrong, wild and fevered- but so very alert…

           “Rei,” Kazuki whispered cautiously, “Are you still with me?”

           Rei’s grip tightened, and Kazuki winced as fingernails dug into the skin on his hand, but he made no attempt to pull away. He tried again, “You’re sick. Your fever’s 40.8, remember? I need to cool you off… Please.” Please, let me help you, you idiot…

           Kazuki held his breath, biting the inside of his cheek as Rei kept his grip, his eyes searching over the older man’s face tiredly, before his grip loosened slowly, his hand falling against the water with a loud smack. The expression on Rei’s face softened slightly as realization washed over him, and he swallowed as he flopped back, water splashing against the tiled floor as he let his head fall back against the tub.

           “Sorry, Kazu,” Rei said softly, closing his eyes against the lights hanging above him as he swallowed against the dryness in mouth. Kazuki smirked, “No worries. I was more concerned I’d have to fight you… that would be hard to explain to our daughter…”

           A small smile toyed with Rei’s lips as Kazuki’s words reached him. Our daughter. Our. They weren’t dating. Nor married. Nor even hinted at some form of romantic or physical relationship, and yet Kazuki always had the audacity to describe Miri as theirs… or ours. A stupid inclusion that Rei had grown quite fond of over the past few months… He’d never really been included before, nor had he ever gone out of his way to include others.

But Kazuki had always made an effort to get Rei’s opinion on things- not that the younger really cared either way when it came to decision making. He’d learned a long time ago; his opinion didn’t matter. He didn’t matter. He was a soldier. An asset. Nothing more and nothing less… the product of a loveless marriage and carefully selected breeding. He wasn’t a son. He wasn’t a person. No one claimed him. No one wanted him… until Kazuki wormed his way into Rei’s cold dark little world.

Truth was, at first, it’d been a stupid arrangement that the younger man had gone along with because it didn’t matter- he had planned on killing himself… or at least, getting killed in the field. At least that would have had more pride than the ladder. Thing is, Rei didn’t need a roommate, and Kazuki didn’t need a distraction. But Rei had stupidly taken a bullet for the older man, and Kazuki knew how to cook…

And Kazuki cared. For some ungodly reason, he cared. And that was weird. It made Rei uncomfortable. His emotions, his expressions; the way he made sure the younger man ate, bathed, and looked after himself. He changed things Rei hadn’t cared about. He bought furniture and games, and sat at the other end of the couch, talking, always fucking talking, about some nonsense that Rei ignored… and despite how much of himself Rei had tried to turn off; Kazuki just wouldn’t let him. Even on his bad days. Even when Rei stayed in his room or in the bathtub, curled up, his knees pressed against his chest as he fought to see through memories that haunted sleepless nights and stopped his lungs from taking in air. Kazuki was still there.

He wasn’t overbearing… well, most of the time, he wasn’t. When Rei was struggling, Kazuki would leave his door open, checking in on the other, making sure Rei knew that if he wanted to talk, he was there. But he didn’t pressure him… he didn’t pry. He didn’t ask about the scars littering his chest, back and arms; he didn’t force him to talk when Rei woke up screaming… or when he stayed up for nights on end because he couldn’t close his eyes.

He respected Rei’s boundaries, and very rarely crossed them because that’s just who Kazuki was. He was a good person who lived a horrible life, and yet, somehow, he hadn’t turned out completely fucked up the Rei was. He hadn’t turned out useless… But perhaps that’s why their arrangement remained. Kazuki needed someone to take care of, and Rei- Rei needed someone to take care of him. He wasn’t an invalid, he wasn’t weak… he just didn’t care if he lived or died. Indifference crept into his life a long time ago, and buried itself so far deep within Rei that it became a core part of who he was. Indifferent. And. So. Fucking. Useless.

Something tapped against Rei’s cheek, and the 25-year-old opened his eyes slowly, unaware he’d closed them. He felt exhausted, the idea of having to….

“Can I wash your hair, Rei?” Kazuki asked softly, running his hand through Rei’s stale black hair gently, grimacing at the stiff strands. …

Strawberries. Miri’s tearless shampoo. The smell was overpowering, and Rei gagged loudly causing Kazuki to flinch, pulling the younger up clumsily until he was in a sitting position, his head smacking against the 28-year-old’s chest. The action was sharp and jarring, and Rei gagged again as he shut his eyes, the room around him spinning harshly as his overheated mind tried catching up with the rest of his body. He gripped his hand against Kazuki’s bicep, clenching his mouth shut as he breathed through the action; his body relaxing after a few minutes; the dizziness evading.

Kazuki exhaled as Rei’s grip around his arm loosened, and he cleared his throat, “Sorry, I’m almost done… I didn’t mean to pull you up so quickly, Rei.”

              His fingers felt nice. Strong, warm and gentle; massaging some of the pain exploding along his temples, behind his ears, down his neck.

 Wounds treated- nakedness wasn’t an embarrassment for them as they’d seen each other naked several times over the past few years- patching wounds… comfort…  Flashback to Rei caring for Kazuki (wound)

“I, uh, can stay… if you want.” Rei wasn’t a physical touch type of person but he knew Kazuki was.

               Rei isn’t entirely sure how much time had passed but the next time he woke, he was in bed. A fresh grey shirt plastered against his chest, sweat lining the collar and sleeves…

             “Rei? You awake?”

           “You still have a temperature, but it dropped to 38.8.”

           Rei nods slowly. He isn’t entirely sure what the number means nor does he care… fresh bandages on his wrist…

 Flashback to his father forcing him to work through sickness…. When he was 15, he’d gotten sick. Like really sick….

   Blood trailed down his temple, soaking against the black shirt pressed to bleeding flesh, cuts and bruises, red painting his body as busted ribs took in shallow breathes. Rei pressed the gun harder against Kazuki’s head causing the older to wince as he looked up; the black eye Rei had given him earlier, swelling; his lip busted….

 They were pitted against each other with Rei’s orders to kill Kazuki as he’d become a liability. He was no longer an asset, no longer useful to the Boss. That’s how it worked. Once the Boss had proven you a problem, you were taken out. Most of the time, the task was handed out… but this time, this time, the Boss wanted to give Rei one last chance to prove he wasn’t useless. To prove he could obey. Like before…

 The truth was it wasn’t a fair fight. Kazuki was strong… stronger than Rei had accounted for and determined. But Rei had experience on him. Years and years of experience. He was less emotional because emotions were dangerous. Reckless. And Kazuki wasn’t an assassin- he wasn’t skilled with weaponry or great in hand-to-hand combat. Rei was.

  The Boss yelling behind him to obey. To always obey… Obey. Why? He was old enough now to make his own decisions, and the Boss couldn’t hurt him anymore- he could only kill him. But death was never an issue. Never … if anything, it was a solution. If the Boss killed him in place of Kazuki, then he wouldn’t have to see the ladder in pain. Or watch Kazuki or Miri die… But perhaps that was selfish.

 K- “It’s okay, Rei. I forgive you.”

No one had ever forgiven him before, nor had he ever asked for it. He never needed it but with Kazuki… for Kazuki…

 Rei turns the gun on his Boss. The man who was supposed to be his father…

Don’t be ridiculous, boy. I’m your own flesh and blood. I’m your father.

No.

Excuse me?

“No. You’re not my father. You told me that every chance you got. Every time you were teaching me a lesson. Every time you or someone else was kicking the shit out of me. Every time you forced me to work through the pain, through broken bones and fevers, through bad dreams. Every time I begged you, screamed for you. Every time I cried for you. But that’s not what a father is. That’s not what a father is supposed to be. You were supposed to protect me. You were supposed to keep me safe. To be there when I needed you. To take care of me when I was hurt or sick. To soothe my nightmares, not become them. So, you’re not my father. You never were. You’re a Boss… but you’re no longer mine.”

  Years of sleepless guilt. Some people deserve to die. Strength feels better than weakness. When was the last time I felt like I belonged anywhere, like really belonged?

Why participate in society. It’s a cold, cruel world, and you cant survive on your own. Killing is just a part of the profession.

 “I need to ask you something and it’s going to be selfish.”

 Food hadn’t been a good idea. This was the thought that crossed Rei’s mind as he curled in on himself, his stomach twisting harshly as it made clear that, after a few days of barely eating, food wasn’t something he could handle right now.

 “Metallica?”

“Hey.”

“You were singing Metallica?”

“Yeah, sorry, I didn’t think you were awake,” Maybe Kazuki holding a sleeping Miri, or Miri asleep next to Rei, Kazuki lying on the other side of her… He went to make dinner and when he looked back in the living room, she was gone- she hadn’t really seen you in 2 days—Kazuki found her curled up next to Rei, Rei’s hand on her back protectively so he left them there.

           “How are you feeling?”

[tricornonthecob]

I wanna listen to the night

LK 113: Turtle Sundae

(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)(pt5)

James, what's your plan here if its an actual monster. Bop it on the head with an oar?

y'all couldn'a pulled the boat in a little further?

Sarah: "Y'all look dumb af rn."

They find themselves on the business end of a musket alot, don't they.

James stfu you don't know what it is, either.

This is giving such Treasure Planet vibes rn. brb, having flashbacks to early 00s deviantART.

Teenager jumpscare

Of course James is the first to squeal.

"...fuck is it that obvious? Act cool, Bushnell."

why is it he's the only one who's figured out they're secret agents.

"she's fuckin competent, bro."

I feel like this is a terrible judgement call.

fuckin' bulldozed. I feel you, Sarah.

"le fever" James you've known him for like six years you know its pronounced Le Fevre. You just don't want people knowing you've accidentally learned French.

I love how the spirit of US engineering has always been a little bit crackhead, a little bit redneck. Who the fuck in 1770-whatever answers the question "How do we beat the British Navy" with "well lets just go under them"??? I wish these engineers had had amphetamines, we'd have colonized Mars by now.

Its the maiden test mission and their fucking target is a goddamn first-rate flagship???? They couldn't have, I don't know, taken out a schooner first?

That is a nautical fuckton of ships.

Okay but why is it so gosh darn cute????

In a way, Henri was right. She wasn't disappointed.

"nuh-uh!"

"yes-uh!"

~*That's the point, Sarah*~

[starpowerdeepwater]

brb learning french and taking art history for regulus black

[purpleplaid17]

Jess Watches // Mon 15 Apr // Day 201 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

The Resident (with mum) 3x02 Flesh of My Flesh

Intending to garner publicity for the hospital, Cain tries to recruit Bell and Kit on a dangerous surgery; the Raptor develops an emotional attachment to a patient; Mina's friend arrives with shocking news.

I'm with Mina being shocked by her friends refusal to do a test because of 'God's will'. She knowingly doomed her future child when she really didn't have to. And hello again, Mr. David Alan Grier. I couldn't fully appreciate your guest appearance because I was dazzled by AJ's earrings.

Frasier (with mum) 6x02 Frasier's Curse

Frasier's high school reunion comes around, but he has come to believe that a curse will hit him with some fresh misfortune, as it has for every previous reunion.

Daphne lowering her hand down Roz's back, leading her towards the bedroom. I'm suddenly feeling the need to check ao3, brb.

Killing Eve (Remix) [x] 3x06 Truth or Dare

4x05 - Villanelle bonds with Carolyn, then murders the abusive husband of her Cuban hostess. Eve abducts Hélène's daughter and she retaliates by forcing Eve is to watch Villanelle being struck by an arrow.

Sharing a bath, eating soup, french-kissing, kidnapping, auditing a lecture, car-pooling, banging on windows, choking a bitch, running, cradling an unconscious assassin who you are most definitely not in love with. All in a days work for Ms. Eve. Also, did anything come of the Carolyn spinoff they tried to force on us?

Amphibia 1x07 Dating Season / Anne vs. Wild

Anne and Hop Pop learn that Sprig may like Ivy Sundew, so they attempt to set them up. / Anne pretends to like camping, which is fine until she goes dangerously overboard.

Please let kids be friends without forcing romantic pairings on them. Leave them to ambush each other and play-fight in peace. And I feel Anne in not wanting to miss out on family trips but sometimes it's just better for everyone if you stay home lol. Also, why did that camper have a bitemark out of his tongue??

[sparkles-oflight]

Duolingo heard me speak french

Brb, gotta learn how to say "Le bébé prends une bière" for the 18th time

[shouldertallabyss]

BRB going to learn French just to experience Christine and the Queens more effectively

[infuseddopamine]

Who Am I?

I never actually asking who I am before. I never try to define it before. I also never truly understand what I like, what I hate. I thought it’s not the right way to live life. I thought life should be like a water flow, you float and get adaptive. I always try to fit in and at the same time I know that I’m unique in a away.

I always thought if I don’t have a personality, I can easily blend in. People accept me. It’s not that I want people to love me, but at least I want people to see me like-able. If they were asked to divide people who they know on groups, I would like them to always put me on their “good people” group. I’m not sure what advantage I would get if I always get the like of people, it’s not that they put me as priority so far, I never got myself into a “selective” training even (context: KL BDM Training). That’s just how I’m not memorable and considered as a bright employee.

I’m almost 30 and I still need people acceptance, omg. I really need to work on my inner peace and inner acceptance.

Let’s start working on what kind of personality I really have if I don’t care about people by channeling to my childhood. Since they said it’s how you reconnect to who you really are.

1. I like to draw, I like art, I like pretty stuff. My mother always said that I’m creative, into arts, have a talent on that.

2. Once I’m a selfish little kid, but my dad said that I need to “mengalah” to my cousin (a little game where you pick things on the magazine, who calls on dips first, gets it but only their delulu brain lol). Ever since then, I always mengalah. I just feel like what’s the point of winning.

3. The only drive I have, for example getting myself into a good uni, studying hard, learning things, is my willingness to be accepted by the society. It’s just a FOMO thing. I saw my friend got accepted in the good uni, I also want that. I saw my friend able to drive a car, I learn that. I saw my friend got themselves a cool dress, I’m trying to be trendy. I saw my friend study very hard and get As, I study so hard myself. Pretty much I’m not original, but somehow gets myself the best of me lol.

4. I like girly stuff. I like barbie. I like girly movie. I like rom com. I like fashion magazines. I like french thingy.

5. I want to be an astronaut and I want to be a house wife. Two complete opposites. I want to be an astronaut because I was mesmerized with stars and galaxy. I want to be a house wife because I want to be around my loved ones, looking back that Mama never home when I got home from school.

6. I love spinach soup, my love toward soupy food already since I was a child lol. I like Popeyes because he likes my fav food.

7. I like to be home. I’m a homebody. I got nervous when someone comes in to my house tho, so I prefer to go go my friend’s home rather than having them at mine.

8. I like to stroll by myself since I understand money. I will use my money just to go the nearest supermercado when I got bored. Amazing. Retail therapy since 5 yo.

Brb, watching a romcom.

[alyszaen]

HELP IM GONNA TRY NOT TO BE SO AWKWARD WITH THIS OKOKOKOK…. Okay okay okay. I am 5”3 and i have an athletic build and I recently dyed my hair blue. It was a disaster at first but I’m really warming up to it. Especially after the purple shampoo gave it a bit of a sky blue color(my favorite.) I listen to a lot of different types of music, it’s a lot of 2010s pop or early 2000s rock because I’ve been on a horrid nostalgia kick. But I also listen to a lot of movie soundtracks, guardians of the galaxy, the goofy movie, even like old anime soundtracks. Ouran and black butler had me by the nuts growing up. So did FNAF, ddlc, yandere sim etc. I absolutely loved 2016 and still do oops. I am a cancer and only a couple days behind leo. I’m really sensitive and get my feelings hurt easily but I don’t take it out on anyone. If it gets to the point of not being able to take it then I’ll confront my feelings as respectfully as possible. I don’t get as snappy at other people as I used to, I’m more mellow now. I am very hard on myself though and need a strict routine. Like, wake up, wash face, eat, workout, homework, write, eat, etc. I like my routines and get stressed out easily if it’s broken. I feel I need to loosen up a lot. I like being around people who aren’t intimidating, or if they are we have already broken that barrier. I’ve had icky experiences with people so trust issues 📈📈📈📈My hobbies are writing, art, learning French, and working out. I’ve been creating art since I was a kid and so growing up everyone thought I was going to be an artist, but I made a promise to myself to never make my passion a job. Art class taught me that. I’m a portrait and abstract artist, I HATE doing landscapes but I love looking at them. I really love monet. I’ve been writing since middle school because I was a huge homestuck and anime loser so someone had to write the fanfics and assign people characters lol. Oh god I used to wear homestuck horns to school. ANYWAYS I’ve been working out for the past couple years, it helps a lot with my confidence. It also helps me keep on top of my meals :) OH AND I DONT EAT MEAT BUT ILL EAT FISH SO PESCATARIAN! I’ve also had a sweet tooth lately 😋 OKAY THATS IT THIS IS WAY TOO LONG!!!! THANK YOU AGAIN WHUDBDJBD -🦝

Henlo hun, thanks for the ask to be shipped!

First of all as a person who's favourite artist has always been Monet I stan you.

Okay let's get into this.

I am so convinced that you belong with Lixie!

You would watch marvel movies together on the couch in the dorms and you're 100% both crying during most of them. Felix and you would probably do so many things together! You'd cook food together, work out together, all that jazz.

He would for sure try to play some of your favourite games with you. I'm convinced he already played yandere sim before. It just seems so like him.

But now the most important thing with lixie is CUDDLES. This man would not give you a break (in the best way). You're standing in front of him? Backhug. You're standing next to him? Hand on your hips. You're sleeping? He's half on top of you. Sitting somewhere? Wrong, you're sitting on his lap.

Yongbok is so soft for you he would do anything and everything to keep you happy. We stan.

Now I'm also soft for him again. Brb while I search for some lixie fluff smh

I hope you like this <33

[rosiefinches]

Thank you for the tag @brb-on-a-side-quest!

There isn't much of a system to how I name my OCs. It's just whatever feels right in the moment.

Amanda: At the time I first came up with her character, I was taking French classes and learned Amanda is close to amande which is French for almond so I became obsessed with having an Amanda in my stories. It also sounds really pretty. As for her personality, I think I based her off of me years ago. Her story involves stepping into a role she feels underprepared for and I thought the best way I could accurately write about that was to take inspiration from my life. So as a result, she is very reserved, cautious and observant.

Asher: He is from the same world as Amanda. His name means happy/blessed and I just really like that. He is one of my favorites because the best way I can describe him is organized chaos. Like he is willing to do the craziest things to complete his missions and he is smart enough to pull it off. Very bubbly and charasmatic. People can't help but like this guy despite the messes he drags them into. At the time of creating him, I was really getting into DC and Miraculous Ladybug so I think Chat Noir and Dick Grayson may have had an impact on how I wrote him.

Sterling: I like the name Sterling because I think of sterling silver so I gave it to my character in an almost ironic sense. Like the name sounds like one you give to someone who stands out and that is the last thing he wants to do. He is a really sweet and incredibly smart. Like the crazy intelligence you would find in supervillains but he just wants to use it be able to do special things for his friends and figure out to fit in. I was a bit inspired by Izuku Midoriya because he sometimes goes off on long tangents and that is how Sterling's brain works 24/7. No pressure tags: @thebat-musicman @spooky-ghost-giraffe (idk who has OCs)

OC names tag

Rules: Answer how you came up with your characters names and personalities.

Thank you dear @poethill for the tag! I am not big on tag games, but this weekend I finally had enough time and space to go back to my novel (drastic changes btw), so this feels right for this moment. I'm going with the main ocs:

Angie

Named after the Rolling Stones song, Angeline has a lot of anger because I had a lot of anger when she was born. Lots of questions, as well. She can be mean or rude, but not in a hot-villain way. She is just human: sometimes, she messes up. Her traits were also a reaction to the ''Bella Swan'' female character. Or the ''dangerous but absolutely pornographic'' type of female character. Or the ''I'm strong like a boy'' type, or the ''I don't fart'' type. I guess Angie is a place where I processed and still process some aspects of my femininity, anger and relationships. Angeline means Messenger (of God), which is the meaning of the word Angel (Greek - Angelos), which has too many layers and personal implications as well.

Evan

Another name I never second-guessed: it just popped into my head, ready to go. At the time, I had a friend who understood me incredibly well, without the need of words. He just knew how to get through me. Evan has lots of his personality. And my taste for rock music belongs with him.

Damien

Inspired by Damien Rice (for a long time, he was my favourite singer/songwriter). My best friend at the time, a girl, inspired some aspects of Damien. Also, the dynamic between him and Evan was similar to ours, so I incorporated and exaggerated some of that.

Madeleine

Tried to rename her a bunch of times, because of Angeline, but nothing will stick besides her original name. Maddie is a mix of many girls in my life, including myself.

Anthony

Like all the others, his name just appeared in my head and it felt absolutely right. There was a manga with lovely art and shit plot that one of my online friends at the time used to read, and she had all these pictures of her favourite character. I don't think kids these days will ever understand how precious pictures were before Pinterest, but anyway... She used to write fanfics, not about him specifically, but we talked a lot and his personality influenced many aspects of Anthony. She was big on angst, that's all I can say.

Tagging @cssnder @mysteryofvampires @drchenquill @valyalyon @informedimagining @crow-with-a-typewriter