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[waifuoftomonori]

I'm gonna have to say no, because 3 of the 4 are unfinished (and one of them is quite far from being finished), and that might frustrate Tomonori. He's a perfectionist who tends to apply his own rigorous standards to the majority of people. I also tend to wax verbose in my writing, and considering he writes tanka as a hobby, he might not approve of my style. Content-wise, he'd like the ones centered on him and Shiki, although he'd be annoyed by my lack of knowledge of Go and my anachronistic, not-very-funny, possibly not-translated-well pun. I don't know if he'd like the tanka I wrote from his perspective. I want to say he'd agree with the message, but he might think my execution was sloppy or a bit too blatant. He would react to "Taming of the Ox" with shock, embarrassment, amusement, possibly arousal (though that could be my bias speaking), hurt, and disappointment, in that approximate order. (Embarrassment might make a comeback throughout.) He'd like that I made him the Dominant and had him emotionally torment Akifusa throughout the scene, but after the first couple chapters he might be slightly wounded or self-conscious that he comes off as a jerk because that fic doesn't do a great job showcasing the kinder side of his character. He'd probably criticize my lack of clarity involving a certain revelation later in the fic (I'll leave it unspoiled), and he'd be disappointed that it doesn't really go anywhere, plot-wise. (I think he would read the whole thing and convince himself he just wanted to see how bad it could get, but he'd be secretly intrigued by the premise, even though he'd probably think it was poorly written.) Now, I'm very intrigued to know how he'd react to Aki After Tentacles, even though that's not AO3-ready yet. I hope he'd at least approve of my portrayal of his character, but it's hard to say. ...God, this is hard when I'm the only person who has any fics posted on AO3 about him, so of course I'm biased.

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[judesmoonbeauty]

A Day With Jude Jazza: Chapter Five "22:00 - Moonlit Room"

Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is a full translation. Creative liberties are taken for characterization and smoother translation process. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.

Even though it's mildish spice this chapter, MDNI.

Kate: Nn-haaa.

Jude: Still not givin’ up?

Kate: N-No I won’t.

We were supposed to have dinner together, and fall asleep talking about trivial things, 

[Flashback]

Kate: I want to beat you at least at one thing, Jude.

My brief comment stoked his sadistic desires.

Jude: Then, wanna play a game? 

Kate: Huh?

He pushed me down onto the bed and straddled me with a twisted smile.

Jude: First one t’get impatient loses.

Jude: Do yer best, princess.

[Back to the present]

Kate: Haa-ahhh

He blew on tip of my breast as his fingertip slowly caressed its’ arc.

It makes my entire body tremble with pleasure, but the faint stimulation isn’t enough to make me climax.

After being teased repeatedly, I stretched my hands to retaliate,

Jude: Too easy. I won’t let ya do somethin’ cheeky.

But they were instantly pinned together above my head.

Jude: Seriously, such a stubborn woman.

Kate: Jude you’re such an awful guy!

Jude: Who’s the one who fell for that awful guy?

Kate: Right back at you!

I probably could've translated this as, "Say’s the one who fell for a stubborn woman!" Due to 「そっくりそのままお返しします」 being a response one says back to another person. For ex, Person A: You're late. Person B: Yeah, well you're always late. But, I chose to leave it as is.

Our tit for tat continues and I get criticized again.

He was the first who put an end to this stubborn rivalry.

Jude: …..Ridiculous.

Kate: What?

I was surprised that he released my hands, but he rose from the bed and put something around my neck.

Kate: A necklace…?

A glittering milky stone hung around my neck.

Jude: Givin’ that to ya.

Jude: Got it from a business meetin’ today, but yer probably the only one who’d use it.

While he pokes the stone with his finger and gazes listlessly out the window, I’m next to him, staring intently at the stone.

Kate: It’s beautiful….what’s the stone called?

Jude: …….Moonstone.

To him, the moon is the symbol of a promise.

(But it torments Jude like a curse.)

He moves ahead, suffering over a promise he wants to fulfill and the reality that he won’t achieve it.

The gift he gave me was a stone that bore the name of the moon.

Jude: Ain’t it fine, it seemed like ya.

I felt happy and a little sad as I squeezed the necklace tightly and laid my head on his chest.

Kate: Thank you, I’ll take good care of it.

(I hope the moon falls into Jude’s hands like this necklace.)

Until one day he fulfills his promise to go to the moon, this little moon will continue to shine around my neck.

He tenderly stroked my head, and as I felt joy and love, the back of my throat started to sting, so I raised the white flag.

Kate: Jude, I surrender.

Jude: Huh?

Kate: Please be as gentle as possible.

I touched him with a kiss and put my arms around his neck,

Jude: ……..Ha.

Despite his mean smile, he gently pins me down on the bed.

Jude: Don’t worry, I’ll take good care o’ ya.

In a moonlit room, 

— The day with Jude Jazza isn’t over yet.

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[unfortunate-brat]

Forbidden Fruit

winchester!twins x latina!reader

synopsis: when adam and eve stumbled into the garden of eden, god had only one rule. the fruit that came from the tree, with it’s beautiful green leaves and delicious looking fruit was forbidden. neither one would eat it, or they shall face a consequence worse than death. yet when both twins meet you, a face far too beautiful for a school like this, they face the same temptation that adam and eve once did.

series warnings: smut, angst, jealousy, dark themes, sibling rivalry

yazzy's comments:okay i do have to give credit to @floralscented because their stanford!dean fics came out before my own. i love a good twins au and love triangle. this will not have chapters in order as each piece can be read as a standalone. also ave and I were discussing this so they are also credited for the brain rot we had with these fuckers.

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you met the boys in the fall at stanford during orientation, noting their similar features and contradicting behaviors.

michael, the oldest, was reserved. didn’t speak much and often used his eyes to communicate. his clothes were ironed and tailored to every single inch of skin. glasses perched on his freckled nose, pillows of pink pursed into a thin line unless he turned them upside down for a brief frown. hair parted and combed neatly to the side. you’d find him in the library, in his own reserved study room getting a head start on other assignments or reading greek history. book in one hand and an apple in another. the man was a health freak.

dean, the youngest of the two was more outgoing. that charming smile and way with words had anyone practically under his spell. usually his hair was spiky, not really combed out and left alone. unlike his older twin, dean had no issue speaking his mind, yet when it came to feelings he would keep them inside. his eyes always a soft green, ones any girl would lose themselves in. you’d often see him on the football field running laps or drills. being captain was a tough position but he made it seem easy. his diet was terrible, always ditching lunch breaks for burgers across the street. the cheesier the better.

both boys gained lots of attention that first year and though it took time to not confuse them, eventually people spotted the differences. knew which twin like or didn’t like, sometimes the hard way. michael didn’t like to make chitchat, so when the cheerleaders would spot him in the hallway and rush over, he’d flash them a glare before walking away. and when dean spotted those same cheerleaders later, flaunting his infamous smile, they’d walk away. dean hated how michael ruined his reputation sometimes, he wanted to fit in for once. or at least try to.

you had spotted signs to not get the twins confused, recalling michael always carried his watch and had a slightly darker shade of green in his eyes. though that’s if you could stand looking at him in the eyes long enough. the older twin was easily annoyed, looking down upon everyone like a god and his mortals.

when it came to dean, the young man instantly brightened up the room. his hair was either spiky or somewhat shaggy. eyes a bright green like a candy apple, lips curled into a sweet smile. a total sweetheart and the poster boy for any rom com. sometimes though, he carried a faint smell of cigarettes. if anyone were to ask, no he hadn’t been smoking.

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[daynascullys]

just wanted to share some nice therapy thoughts I’ve been thinking about lately.

I’ve been in therapy fairly consistently for ten years now, and have been a practicing therapist for four of them. I always resented the imbalance of feeling like I cared about my therapists more than they cared about me, especially since it was their job to care about me. as people, they didn’t care about me. logically I knew this couldn’t be true, but as someone with many issues in the area of attachment, that logic didn’t always translate to my beliefs.

but Chappell Roan performed “Pink Pony Club” at the Grammys, and the first person I wished I could reach out to was my 8-year-old client who used to request it in our sessions. I think of a 7-year-old I worked with whenever I get takeout from a certain restaurant because he is the reason I tried it in the first place. I see stuffed animals and gravitate toward the cheetahs and cats because I worked with a 4-year-old who loved them and they make me think of her. I think of one of the very first clients I ever worked with when I excitedly show people new things I bought because after a horrible depressive episode, one day she logged in and said “I’m going to do a little haul for you” before excitedly showing me the things she got after managing to get out of bed. whenever I am the red player in Connect 4, I think of the 6-year-old who was the first client I had who wanted to be yellow (and how I learned that multiple kids chose red because red is winning on the box).

it’s true that they didn’t know me the way I came to know them, but they are on my mind often and have become a part of my own story and everyday life. and it’s not my job to care about them anymore, but I do. I care so much and I am always rooting for them.

and if you ever worry about whether or not your therapist cared about you, I hope you think of this post and know that, at least most of the time, yes, we do. I can’t speak for all therapists, there are always exceptions, and this doesn’t excuse any of that. but the majority of the time, it’s not just you. we think about you and we care about you, we just can’t always say it the way we want to.

[thistledropkick]

Desperado is doing a book signing event in a popular nerd bookstore tomorrow, along with Hikaru Sato, a fellow student of Suzuki's. Hikaru Sato is well known for his love of dressing up in maid dresses, sweater dresses, and so on, and he's been trying to convince Desperado to dress up in some kind of similar outfit since last year when Desperado's photo book was originally announced.

Desperado's been tweeting about trying to decide on an outfit for the event, and has listed a variety of options, but it seems like he plans to keep it a surprise until the actual book signing. But he tweeted this today:

Despe:

I happened to see a video that said something like "Before going to bed tonight, make sure you did your best all day!"

The first thing I thought of was "I have to buy some underwear that I'm okay with people seeing for tomorrow's book signing"

Tomorrow, which will it be

[royalarchivist]

[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]

Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me – I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]*

–

Pac: Actually– that's fine! I embrace that idea – of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.

Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!

Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.

* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.

[liebelesbe]

they need to replace the cigarette machine that's next to our house with an ice-cream vending machine. urgently. or just combine the two. ice-cream and cigarettes. 🍦🚬

[kaiowut99]

Finalized!GX 122-123 Update:

Our food's important, so no stealin' allowed! 🍞♥

[ayara-resara]

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[cator99]

I always get detained at da border because PROFUNC never ended but basically I'm like if a targeted individual didn't even care

[dawdlecentric]

Man, this doujin isn't fucking around

Meanwhile, Seikuri in the background...

Doujin: Flashbackers by Totobe

[madotornado]

it turns out I didn't show my Rain World OCs fully. so here's a post. there's also a couple of cute sketches with the two of them.

(the characters are heavily based on the artificer and the monk from the rain world, but it's not them, since their encounter and them living together is impossible in canon and such).

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Playing Cooking Mama with Finn so he can explain what all the foods are that I don't know.

[chloecherrysip]

breaking news: local woman goes to the movie theater and somehow DOESN'T see the mario movie again for the millionth time? who IS she??????

[maulfucker]

sorry for being a pretentious "foreign literature" poster. as if it's my fault.

[astranauticus]

Borrow - Mao Buyi (借 - 毛不易) Translation

Finally figured out how to tackle this song I've been obsessed with for years. Enjoy!

借

Borrow

借一盏午夜街头 昏黄灯光

A streetlamp, casting hazy yellow light at midnight

照亮那坎坷路上人影一双

To illuminate the pair of silhouettes on the uneven pavement

借一寸三九天里 冽冽暖阳

An inch of frozen sunlight from the dead of winter

融这茫茫人间刺骨凉

To melt the frigid cold of this endless world

借一泓古老河水 九曲回肠

A scoop of water from an ancient, twisting river

带着那摇晃烛火 漂往远方

To take that swaying candlelight drifting far away

借一段往日旋律 婉转悠扬

A stanza of an old song, gentle and melodious

把这不能说的轻轻唱

To quietly sing this which cannot be said

被这风吹散的人说他爱得不深

Those blown apart by these winds will say that they never loved deeply

被这雨淋湿的人说他不会冷

Those caught in this rain will say that they will not be cold

无边夜色到底还要蒙住多少人

How many more people will be enveloped by this endless night?

它写进眼里 他不敢承认

It lingers in the mind, yet he dare not admit

借一抹临别黄昏悠悠斜阳

A glimpse the setting sun in the moment of farewell

为这漫漫余生添一道光

To add some light to the rest of this life

借一句刻骨铭心来日方长

A simple 'we have plenty of time' etched into the soul

倘若不得不天各一方

To prepare for the chance of forced separation

被这风吹散的人说他爱得不深

Those blown apart by these winds will say that they never loved deeply

被这雨淋湿的人说他不会冷

Those caught in this rain will say that they will not be cold

无边夜色到底还要蒙住多少人

How many more people will be enveloped by this endless night?

它写进眼里 他不敢承认

It lingers in the mind, yet he dare not admit

可是啊

And yet

总有那风吹不散的认真

There is a sincerity that cannot be blown apart by this wind

总有大雨也不能抹去的泪痕

There are tears that cannot be washed away by this rain

有一天太阳会升起在某个清晨

Some day, on some morning, the sun will rise

一道彩虹 两个人

Under a rainbow, two people will stand

借一方乐土让他容身

An acre of land for him to call home

借他平凡一生

An ordinary life for him to live