#cemet

[jadelion]

How have I not seen anyone talking about Adaine having a conspiracy board for Riz in her room???

[tobernaut]

I really like the idea that The Goat is from an alternate universe where Shamura is The One Who Waits. It would:

Explain why their crown is purple (a fact that bothered the hell out of me) and

Imply the existence of a green crown "lamb", a yellow crown "lamb", and a blue crown "lamb" which sounds FUN AS HELL YOU GUYS

So anyway, I'm waiting for more info to come out before I make any solid theories but this is secretly what I am rooting for.

More specific thoughts on this below.

I really like the idea of the individual bishops roles staying the same. Narinder is still Death in this AU, his injuries still represent doing no evil. It's literally just a role reversal in the barest of minimums.

I can also see a brain damaged/blind/death/mute Narinder going hard, but I think the above is my preferred interpretation.

The offending Bishop would be locked away for similar reasons (wanting to "overstep" the boundaries of their power, at least in a way that made the others feel threatened) but in regards to their own areas if that makes sense. I'll have to think about how that would work specifically.

Personally if we don't get cannon confirmed information on The Goat that disproves this, this is the idea I'll be going with because the directions you can take it just seems very neat. Thinking about the other bishops having their own Narinder core chained up design is cool enough as is, but what if they have their own Baal and Aym too?? Will all the vessels be goats/sheep/geep/similar?? I don't know it just provides a lot of neat ideas for the brain worms to think about.

[starscelly]

god gives his toughest battles (pk*ne Talks rumors with my favorite team and my hometown team in consecutive seasons) to his strongest soldiers (me)

[lost-but-with-coffee]

Terrible arknights idea# …..213 I think

One day you walked into your office, just to fall through the floor. It turns out that Cemet has been drilling a labyrinthine maze in the guts of Rhodes island. A system of “escape tunnels” it goes without saying that the repair cost is coming out of her paycheck

[clonewarsahsoka]

I could write a whole essay on bgs who moved from cute to "mature" concepts and how they did so

[ghostjelliess]

I made my dad a mini gallery for Christmas

[brownstonerenovation]

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[promithiae]

Ugh I need to start the annoying and tedious process of growing out/reshaping my hair. But it's. You know. Annoying

[lesenbyan]

I have a whole Idea of turning half (maybe a fourth) of the basement into sex work space for like photos and shit but I gotta Clean and figure out if there are even any outlets I can use down there and shit and i'm tired and sore and almost certain I wouldn't use it bc it's 2 sets of stairs away from my room and also I have no one who wants to pay for it

[gayrika]

baby hates bagel

[sunny44]

I’ll love you to the day I die

Pairing: Lando Norris x Girlfriend!reader

Warnings: it’s a sad story guys so be prepared. And English is not my first language.

Summary: It’s yours and Landon’s one-year anniversary.

I look out over Monaco's stunning landscape as the sun slowly rises, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. The city, usually vibrant with the sound of engines and the glow of lights, is quiet this morning. I adjust my shirt collar and check my watch once more. The flight to London is scheduled to leave in a few hours, and I want to make sure I arrive on time for such an important date.

As I drive to the airport, my thoughts turn to Y/n. I remember how she always laughed at my jokes, how her eyes sparkled when I talked about racing, and how she supported me unconditionally in every challenge. Today, we would be celebrating one year together, and I want to do something special.

At the airport, I meet some fans asking for autographs and photos. I smile and answer them all, but my mind is far away, focused only on the surprise I'm preparing. The flight to London is smooth, and I spend most of the time mentally going over every detail of my plan. I want everything to be perfect.

When I land in London, I take a cab straight to the city center. The streets are busy, as always, but I don't pay any attention. My destination is clear and fixed in my mind. I get out of the cab and walk through the streets until I reach a small flower store. I choose a bouquet of white roses, Y/n's favorite flowers, and go on my way.

As I walk, I mentally revisit every moment I spent with Y/n. Every laugh, every kiss, every promise. Finally, I reach my destination. The entrance to the cemetery is sad and silent, a shocking contrast to the liveliness of the surrounding city.

With slow steps, I enter the cemetery, walking among the gravestones until I find Y/n's. My eyes fill with tears as I see her name engraved in the marble. I kneel down, placing the bouquet of white roses on the grave after cleaning it up with my hands.

"Happy one-year anniversary, my love," I whisper, my voice breaking. "I miss you so much. I promised I'd be here today, and I am. I wanted you to be with me so we could celebrate together. I love you so much."

I stay silent, just staring at something that still seems like a lie. Today was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life, but it has become one of the worst. Five months ago, I wouldn't have thought I'd be coming to the cemetery to celebrate one year of dating the love of my life, but here I am.

"It's funny how I never thought that out of the two of us you'd be the one to passed away first, and considering what I do for a living it's ironically sad." I sniffle again and feel my heart break more and more.

"You have no idea how much I love you and how much I miss you. How I miss your wet towel on the bed, seeing you walking around the house in your bare feet and the post-it’s you used to put in my suitcase before I traveled to a race you weren't going to."

I stand there in silence for a long time, remembering all the precious moments I shared with Y/n. I think of the first time I saw her, the way our eyes met and I knew, in that instant, that she was going to be special.

I think of all the races where she was there, cheering me on, sending me strength and love. I remember the quiet days when we walked hand in hand through the streets of London, laughing and making plans for the future.

Even in her absence, I feel her presence, and that gives me the strength to carry on. I know that, somehow, she will always be with me, guiding me and loving me, no matter where I am.

And I feel that it’s so unfair that I could only have her in my life for such a short time, cause I know and I feel in my heart that we should’ve had more time together.

Finally, I stand up, wiping away the tears. I take one last look at Y/n's gravestone, promising to come back soon. With a heavy heart, but full of love, I leave the cemetery, determined to honor her memory in every race, in every victory, and in every day of my life.

As I walk back to the city, I think about how Y/n had changed my life. She taught me to cherish every moment, to live intensely and to love deeply. I know that, no matter how difficult it may be, I will continue to live for her, keeping alive the flame of the love we shared. And so, with Y/n's memory engraved in my heart, I prepare to face another day, knowing that she will always be by my side, in spirit.

Bonus Scene!

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@landonorris missing you extra hard today my love. These past few months have been the worst of my life and I still can’t believe that you’re gone.

I love you so much and I’ll make sure to live for the both of us.

Happy one-year anniversary muppet, you’ll be forever my girl 🖤.

@carlossainz I’m really sorry mate, we all miss her so much. Stay strong

@oscarpiastri sending you lots of love Lando

@maxverstappen she was a very special girl, we all will live for her

@charlesleclerc a very special person taken away from us so soon, we’re all here for you mate ❤️

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[hellsenthero]

A Brothers Mate: Part 2.

A/N: I don't think you'll need to read part 1 for this to make sense. However, I do suggest it.

Azriel X Reader X Cassian

After a week in bed, having accepted the mating bond, it's time the three of you tell the rest of the inner circle of your relationship.

MASTERLIST

The three of you were hesitant to tell your friends and family of your relationship. However, with Cassian and Azriel leaving their court duties for a week, suddenly disappearing because they were both sick, (fucking the daylights out of you, and each other) well, the others wanted answers.

"I just want to keep this to myself a while longer," Azriel said, gesturing between you and Cassian.

Cassian rolled over from where he lay on the other side of you. The three of you were still in bed, a full week after you made them breakfast and accepted the mating bond. He propped himself on his elbow to look over at Azriel. "You want to keep everything to yourself."

"This is different." Azriel answered. You couldn't help but silently agree. Azriel's secrets with work were, well, just that, work. This, the three of you, the bond, the love, it was private in a whole other way.

Experimentally, you tugged on the golden thread that wrapped around your heart. You couldn't help but do it every now and then, checking to see if it was real.

"Naughty thing," Azriel purred.

"You need to stop doing that." Cassian told you.

"Why?"

"Because," Cassian answered, shifting closer to you, "if you don't, then we'll never leave this fucking bed."

"Maybe I don't want to leave this bed." You answered. You rolled over towards him, pushing him to lay back down with a single hand on his chest. You slipped a leg over his waist, sitting up and straddling him. Cassian grabbed your hips with his calloused hands, holding you down on his hardening length.

"Before you two start another round," Azriel spoke. "Rhys says we either go to him or he's coming to us."

"I hope you told the High Lord to go fuck himself." You answered.

Both Cassian and Azriel chuckled. "If I did that, my sweet thing, then he'd no doubt be banging on your door right about now." Azriel answered.

Cassian sat up and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. "Common, let's get dressed and get this over with."

The three of you were dressed and at the townhouse within an hour. It would've been earlier, had the three of you not continuously stop to touch, kiss, and caress one another. But, you couldn't find it within yourself to care.

You watched Rhys breath in your scent as you entered the living room. Beside him, Feyre did the same, her eyes growing wide at the realization that dawned on her. However, it was Amren that broke the silence and spoke first.

"You three reak of sex."

"Well, someone interrupted us." You answered, eyeing your High Lord.

"You three took a week off sick to... fuck."

"No," Cassian bit out. You could tell through the bond that having his mates so close to others right now, after only a week of accepting the mating bond, was difficult for him. It was difficult for you as well, but no doubt as difficult as the possessive illyrian brutes at your side found it to be.

"You all left your court duties." Rhys told you.

"You know exactly why we did." Azriel answered cooly.

Rhy's cool, violet eyes surveyed the winged males from head to toe, noting the tension coiled in their muscles. A tension that mirrored his own after he'd cemeted his bond with Feyre in the cabin those few years ago. It was with that in mind, with the memory of his brawl with Cassian just after he'd mated Feyre, that Rhys said, knowing full well that it would send his brother's flying into a protective, mating indused rage, "do you fancy a third male in bed, Y/N?"

Before you could respond, the three males were out the door and brawling in the front yard.

"Males," Amren drawled before standing up and making her way further into the house. Most likely in search of a cup of blood or a glass of wine.

Feyre smiled warmly at you, beckoning you over to her spot on the couch. "They'll be at it for hours." She said, nodding her head towards the window. A quick peek out, and you could see Rhy's laughing as Cassian threw a punch his way. "Come have something to eat. You must be starved."

"Honesty, now that I'm away from those two for a bit, I actually do feel hungry."

"Eat up," Feyre ordered as a plate of fppd appeared on the coffee table before you. "I have no doubt that those two are going to need a lot more than just one fight and a week in bed to satisfy those mating frenzy nerves of theirs."

"Think you can talk Rhys into giving them more time away from their duties?" You asked as you shoved a spoonful of eggs into your mouth.

Feyre looked out the winow for a brief moment before meeting your gaze. "I think so." She answered with a wink.

[rainbow-neko-artblog]

There are bluebonnets on the side of the road,

Blooming sweetly as all I've known.

Theyre out of place,

I look just like them.

Blue against the pavent, the concrete, and cemet.

Isn't it sad just to know that they were born-

in a place that will kill them the moment they have sworn,

too,

Encourage plants around them,

To rise up and crack,

The labels and signposts strapped to our backs.

Crushed under tires that swerve a little to far, and plucked by the niave to stick in a jar, choked by the smog, and ripped by our skin.

It's just so appalling the way they don't fit in...

Theyre out of place,

I look just like them.

Blue against the pavent, the concrete, and cemet.

[itsemsie]

Me falling out of love with the show

With the recent episode, I feel like I need to go on a rant.

I'm exhausted.

I feel like for me, this episode I think has cemeted to me that the writing, and the overall show is never going to get better. At least to me. I feel exhausted, I feel tired of hoping that one day the writers will get it together. I feel like no matter what they will continue to repeat the same mistakes over and over again and I've honestly had enough.

The fact that they gave Adrien a new power, 10 years into the show, 6 seasons and 4 specials. And this power isn't even for him.

It's for Ladybug.

The only reason he's given this power is so when later the whole world finds out the truth (including him) he'll use it to keep Marinette's secret. Because that's what it all boils down to.

Adrien is never going to be an actual character in his own show, he's just going to be Marinette's boyfriends, being Marinette's boyfriends is going to be his only character trait. The only one he had during seasons 1-5 was that he wanted to stand up to his father, and that he's gone he's nothing.

Alya so far is the only one who is actually having some common sense, who isn't treating Adrien like he's a baby, not a single person actually has the decency to tell him to truth, to have him have agency. They took that from him the second they made him a sentimonster and wrote him out of the Finale against HIS FATHER.

But sure, "How can we make this about Marinette?"

Hell the nearly 2 hour movies did far more for both Adrien and Marinette than a show that's been running for 10 YEARS has done.

I feel like this is how RWBY fans and Helluva boss fans feel, like you're hoping it will get better, and then it doesn't. I just don't know.

I feel like this season in particular is turning me into a Marinette anti which I don't want to be, I have my problems with Marinette (being a stalker) but this season isn't doing her any favours.

The whole lying about Gabriel is just one thing that is making it impossible to like her for what she's doing. And for the Marinette purists, don't come at me; You can't keep blaming Marinette's decisions on her trauma. You've got to accept the fact that characters need to be called out for their actions, Alya had every right to call her out on it.

I honestly don't really know if I want to continue watching really, this has really been quite a negative post so I'm sorry for that, I just really wanted to get it out there cause the whole thing's driving me crazy.

[aliusfrater]

there's something about sam being diplomatic about everything in the later seasons that breaks my fucking heart. it is literally such a positive mindset born out of the absolutely worst circumstances, a product of so many instances of abuse. like him taking on the responsibility of being the open-minded one of the two. not just to rationalise dean's behaviour but also because it's like dean's treatment of him in seasons one to five cemeted itself so deep into his fucking bones and now he never wants anyone to feel like that ever again. AND it's terminal

[voxofthevoid]

I remember you saying that you like a very specific kind/flavor of SukuIta interactions, so I wanted to ask you what that specific kind is! (If that's ok with you ofc)

You're one of my favorite writers and I'm super curious

Thank youuuuuu! That's very flattering ❤️

As for my preferred flavor of sukuita—it's the sort I write 😂

Seriously, my approach to fanfic is pretty much "be the story you want to see in the world," and it's especially true for JJK because my tastes don't much align with the popular ones. That was the case with sukuita too, even after the Shinjuku Showdown got me very into the ship.

Writing is also how I figure out characters and character dynamics, so actually writing sukuita is how I managed to nail down my preferred flavor of sukuita. I had a nebulous idea of what I wanted to see, combined with several conversations and shared AUs with @nearalways, but actually fleshing it out as a couple of full fics cemeted it.

Overall, I like sukuita that's characterized by mutual irreverent aggression, even and especially when they care about each other. The nature of that aggression depends on whether it's a largely canon dynamic where their relationship is defined by their roles as cage and prisoner as well as their incompatible morals, or whether it's an AU where their relationship is less lethally hostile from the get-go (e.g., no-power AUs where they're twins or uncle/nephew and canon divergence AUs). The first fic I've linked is an example of the former, and the second is my take on one of the latter scenarios.

(ETA: I mixed up the link order, it's the other way around. Link 1 is a mundane Unclekuna AU, and Link 2 is canonverse violent sex.)

There's a lot I could say about what appeals to me about sukuita as a ship, but when it comes to interactions specifically, two of my sticking points are that

(1) Yuuji needs to give as good as he gets. Sukuna is one of the people who brings out his most vicious, unhinged forms of violence, and that's reflected even at the culmination of their relationship, when he gives Sukuna a second chance to live within him till they both die. It's fucked up and beautiful, and I want to see variations of it even in scenarios where Sukuna's his brother or uncle.

(2) Sukuna has got to be in denial about the extent to which Yuuji affects him, whether it's the canon flavor where he tries so hard to label Yuuji as boring while his actions and even some thoughts show that the man is straight-up obsessed or an AU flavor where he has genuine but twisted affection for Yuuji as his brother, nephew, etc.

I just *vibrates* I just need them to be fucked-up codependent literal soulmates.