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marabarl-and-marlbara · 3 months ago

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hi mara-

ive been bedridden with a severe chronic illness for a little while now, i have very little to look forward to but your art and writing and the orsday programming has been a huge comfort for me during this time, i want to thank you

i also dont know anyone who has read as much stephen king as me except for you- have you read many of his short stories? i really liked the Different Seasons compilation

hi anonymous, drew this for you;

thank yourself! you:re the miraculous little machine that keeps going and finding new things to burn as fuel day-after-day -- for me, too: for some reason for me all my reason-to-be is trying out "new yogurt concoctions" i make for myself the night-prior to be had in the morning (tomorrows is trying to make it taste like strawberry funnelcake using minced pieces of pastry i don:t want to eat + strawberry yogurt i had on bogo and need to use);

or reading new books (i finished The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison last night (i really liked it; made me think of the big brained scientist yakub making a race of demonic imps, 'cause of how the encroaching whiteness is like this creeping little force with shining blue eyes that casts forth this RAY that eats up the land and the people with this dull rapture-spell that erases what-was and replaces it with demonic grounds and hypnotized demonic thoughts; like carpenter ants in the wood roof transforming it slowly on the inside, i thought "wow, i:m a demonic carpenter ant" but also "i:m really in love with the word-choice toni morrison uses to describe certain things and it makes me think about all the linguistic quirks stephen king uses (ex: his love of the description "full dark") that likely comes from the personality and the upbringing -- toni writes about watermelon heart meat and boiling blackberries and i think "that comes from life and you can:t replicate those little quirks and thoughts", but also i thought "wow toni morrison is like if joyce carol oates was a good author");

or getting sandwich on sunday;

all simple and dumb things that keep me living for dumb and simple reasons; i mean all of that to say: i think you are more amazing than me in this situation, much in the same way that i:d hope i:d be more amazing to myself than that sandwich i get on sunday--sunday sandwich can be replaced with something new, but me (and YOU) can:t.

but i:ll do my best to keep writing :-))! (lately though i:m unsure what could be too uplifting considering i:ve just been writing about thought control from a dream; and the thought control in my dreams -- it comes coded with patterned contices; ex: think and the world 'shifts' and responds in a real, physical way: thoughts are being scanned lately, in a way that makes me think is unreal, but has to be obeyed; ex: i pray uncertain to do vows on the sabbath because i worry the environment has been contaminated with an etiquette breach and i:ll start to further foul the labyrinth i:ve built inside myself, then: a door opens and all the dogs run out; and i think: "here is god speaking" and i think further "my thoughts are inflamed and not mine, these thoughts are not mine, i have never been thinking and this voice is not me it is an alien and i can:t stop listening to it but i have to know it is not me" and then "i have to let the carcass do the vows and ignore thinking, and live on automatic discipline and etiquette and clean without thinking except chanting in my head repeated '1, 2, 3, 4 .. 1, 2 .. 3, 4 .. 5, 6.. 7, 8.. 1, 2, 3, 4..');

re: stephen king -- i love him; i started reading him last (?) year around october, with Salems Lot and 1) loved how much his writing reminded me of visual novels; they:re very character-driven and fun and King is an amazing "scene setter" and "story teller," in a way i can:t right well describe except that "it feels exactly like i am reading a novel adaptation of a visual novel." but i dropped Salems Lot because, though i was really enjoying it, i wanted to read other stuff and the book length were wearing me down;

then: i rediscovered a love for King via audiobooks and needing something to listen to while i was swearing off music and spending my entire days doing nothing but cleaning, cooking, exercising, and working; i:ve listened to:

Tommyknockers, Nos4a2 (Joe Hill but it counts; it:s like if King wrote Jojos Bizarre Adventure), It, Carrie, The Dead Zone, Cujo, Needful Things, Dolores Claiborne, Four Past Midnight, Desperation, The Regulators, Bag of Bones, From a Buick 8, Lisey's Story, Duma Key, Joyland, Mr. Mercedes, Revival, and Hearts in Atlantis; i:m listening to The Stand at the moment and nearly done with it -- really enjoying it.

He:s really become one of my favorite authors. King doesn:t have the best prose but i super adore his imagination and just how well he tells situations--this is dumb but lately when i play visual novels i just think "this is nearly in every-way worse than a stephen king book." he:s just fun and he translates so perfectly into audiobook format; only book of his i:ve read so far that i:ve disliked is It.

Regarding your question about his short stories: only Four Past and Hearts in Atlantis -- but i think these barely count as short story collections since they:re really just both four novellas collected; Hearts in Atlantis is amazing for "Low Men in Yellow Coats" which might be near the top of his stories for me; Four Past was really good, too, with Library Policeman being my favorite from it. I:ve been slowly listening to Night Shift whenever I finish an audiobook at work and still have some hours left in my shift, but I really dislike this because it takes me ~thirty-sixty minutes to 'anchor' myself in a story to figure out names for characters and locations, and typically the stories in Night Shift end before i really can follow the story at all--example: the story about the rats? i finished that without zero idea what happened, completely washed over me. i:ll likely skip the short stories if i never find physical copies of them.

i love king though! i:d like to read all of his works; i:m going through him chronologically atm.

anyways, take care king-reading anonymous

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coquettluvr · 6 months ago

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ajax : heaven and back

"y/n, come to my party tomorrow evening 8 pm, please cutie?"

- ajax

"im busy tomorrow ajax...."

i lied

i lied because, ajax had a crush on me. but i never really felt the same for him and so i had to decline the invite to his party.

i didn't want him to get his hopes high, because breaking a guy's heart, is the last thing i would want to do.....

but just after a while of me declining his invite, i started getting too many messages.....all at once.

"y/n, why would u decline?" - diluc.

"y/n, don't be so stubborn pls. im sure we'd have fun" - dehya.

"y/n? parties are fun no? i'll pick you up and drop you okay?" - kaeya.

"y/n, ajax is rich. we'd have so much fun, now come on, reschedule your plans" - alhaitham.

ugh. this is why i hate popular guys. they get away with everything. ajax must have asked them to convince me and now everyone is asking me to come to the party.....but i know for a fact that ajax will roam around me and irritate me there by asking me questions.....

i didn't want to go but so many of my friends were requesting me to the point that i couldn't deny.....

and i did feel like i needed a moment to relax myself from the work stress ive been dealing with. maybe going to the party isn't so much of a bad idea i guess?

i take my phone to text ajax even though my heart denied.

"hey ajax....im coming to your party" - me

"sure cutie" - ajax

time skip, tomorrow 5:30 pm

"y/n, what are you wearing tonight? - ajax

"ummm i was thinking of maybe wearing a black slip dress?"

"oh? then i would wear a black suit for you so that we could match eachother, cutie" - ajax.

🎀

after about half an hour, kaeya rings up my door bell and allows me in his car to go to ajax's venue and we arrive there together

"heyyyy y/nnie!!!" ajax exclaimed in an excited tone and allowed me to follow him to take a look around his new house.

after a while of me praising his house interior and room decor, i heard Jean calling us around to play a game of truth and dare.

And honestly, i enjoyed that game a lot but.....i knew that ajax was here as well and i would probably get teased by his name constantly. but honestly, i let that slide because i needed to relax myself by this party and not ruin anyone's mood....

but who knew this party could get wayyyy tooooo relaxing?

"21! oh me? awh okay i choose dare" i said....knowing that this dare would not be easy at all, but....i liked to take risks soooo why not ?

"okay y/n, if u could choose one boy from this room to fuck with, who would you choose?" kaeya asks

but as soon as he asked this, alhaitham was quick to correct him "hey kaeya, she chose dare, not truth"

and that's when i knew that i messed up by choosing dare.

and then, amber moves forward and says

"okay, y/n i dare you to have

seven minutes of heaven with ajax

WHAT.

"its a dareee, you have to do it" "comeonnn y/n u gotta do this" "ajax is prob hard rn by thinking of it haha" "it's a dare, u have to follow the rules" "u can't back off now y/n"

everyone starts chanting the same words with the repeated meaning

i think to myself, can they all shut up?

i refused to have those "seven minutes" with ajax, but honestly....rules are rules right? i had to follow them considering the fact that others accepted their dares too.....

ajax holds my hand and we both go into his room together and we could feel the tension building up between us....

"y/n uh i don't know what to say- honestly if you are uncomfortable with the dare, then we can just refuse........orrr if you would like to atleast try being with me? please y/n? ive had a crush on you for so long and i just wish we could get together one day.

if my love is true, then we will"

i could feel ajax sliding his hands around my waist and holding my neck with his other hand.

he pins me up against the wall and starts leaning in closer towards me. i could feel the adrenaline rushing as i wanted to feel his lips on mine so badly....i never thought i could feel this way for ajax but maybe.....maybe his love was true and i could feel it between us, just like he said.

and then. our lips intertwined

his soft lips with his rough kisses really turned me on, too much. and maybe. maybe. in this moment, all i wanted was ajax. and it did feel like "heaven" right now.

the kissing gets more intense as our tongues play with eachother by intertwining and sucking eachother's lips.....

and as our time was running out, his kisses were getting deeper and deeper, and so, my moans were getting louder.

ajax goes lower, towards my neck and starts giving his love bites

"agh- ngh ajax- ah" i moan.

"i can't stop now, y/n...not because i have to complete the dare, but because i can't let go of you and im not in the state to ever let go of you. i love you and these loves bites are a sign of me being yours"

and that's when i realised that ajax is kind of just like my type......dominative and rough actions....but with soft words. i love such men.

and i couldn't deny that i was catching feelings for ajax right now at this moment....

he starts to move his lips towards my chest, and then, he slips my dress's strap and my boobs which were covered with my black lace bra were clearly visible to him.

i could see ajax's erection down there...

he places my one hand on my boobs and starts to kiss and suck it. he then starts to suck my nipples which made me moan because he was getting even more rough and more intense.

ajax couldn't control it anymore and so, he starts to take off his belt and unbutton his pants.....

his dick...i loved his light brown creamy base with lightish pink tip so much. i wanted leave my kiss marks imprint on it.

"get down on your knees y/n" he said in a deep breathy but in a needy voice.

and so. i did.

i lick his tip and kiss it at first which makes him moan loudly in pleasure.

"agh- y/n....i missed you so much."

"aghhh uhmmm mmm y/n, uhh mmh continue it"

i move his dick back and forth before taking it in my mouth and then, after that, i start to suck it.

i take it in my mouth and he lets out soft deep moans...

his moans are so good it's turning me on so badly.

i lick, suck and kiss his dick continuously until our "seven minutes" were over.

he moans loudy "aghh y/n stop omg this agh- uh- mgh- ngh"

his hot cummage was in my mouth and he forced me to swallow it whole

before putting his pants back up, he slid his hands inside my skirt and he kept moving it further upward until he could feel my pussy. he starts to rub on my clit while i moan and enjoy the feeling of it, a little too much.

he continues rubbing it and satisfying me until i reach my limit....i moan and beg for him to stop

"ngh mmh ajax ah-"

these past seven minutes really felt like heaven for both of us

and then. we share one more kiss after it.

"i love you so much y/n. can i be yours now?"

"i love you more ajax, im all yours now"

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rangikuxmatsumoto · 23 days ago

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It’s already been said, but god, are we fucked.

My string of consciousness from behind tears in under the cut. It is heavy, so if you aren’t of the right mindset right now, please don’t read but I need to get these thoughts off my mind.

Yesterday morning, I cried – a mix of anxious fear and also of hope. I’m 35 years old, my first presidential election that I could vote in was in 2008, Obama’s first term. I still remember the hope.

I remember 2012, and 2016. I wish I didn’t remember 2016. How disappointed I was in the people of this country then. I remember the anger and the rage felt by my fellow democrats, by my fellow women. I told myself I’d fight, I’d always fight, but I was 27 then, younger, not yet worn down from years that were to follow.

Then there was 2020. I thought we saw the light, learned from our mistake. I remember the joy, watching people dance in fountains and pop bottles of champagne on Tiktok in Chicago and New York.

Then came January 6th. My sister messaged me over chat during work “Go turn on your TV”, I watched in real time to events of January 6th. How could our country come to this? Believe me, I��ve never been a “USA USA” chanting type person, outside of the Olympics, this country has flaws, we aren’t perfect. But we have been a beacon of hope to the world – I’m afraid we’re now a beacon of the end. I always believed the notion of “Those who do not learn history are damned to repeat it” and clearly y’all missed a lot of history classes.

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried when I went to bed at around 10:30 PM EST, I wasn’t trying to look at the election results. I couldn’t, because I felt sick to my stomach. I always know the South is going to go red, there’s no helping those shithole states – I say this living in North Carolina, the first swing state to fall red. On the bright side, we did keep a democratic governor and attorney general. Still, I once had hope that North Carolina would fall blue even by the slimmest of margins, that Georgia would stay blue. But no.

I woke up around 1:11 AM, the results hadn’t been called yet, but one story was on my phone “Harris won’t address supporters” and with it a picture of a grown man, face buried in his palms, crying. The blurry faces behind him, all in tears.

I cried then as well. Face buried in my pillow, trying to stay quiet.

Some might say “It’s just 4 years” it’s not. The ramifications of what happens in these next four years are far reaching, two potential Supreme Court seats may open and with a super conservative majority. The average length of a SCOTUS position, 22.7 years. So, it’s not 4 years. Meaning that the rest of my life, I can be affected by those rules – and they will come.

I cried this morning. They aren’t the body wrecking sobs that I feel because I’m just so tired of this shit. God, not to go on the Millennial rant here but can I stop having to face these world shifting events? We lived through 9/11, The Iraq War, the Great Recession, the list goes on and on – I’m fucking tired of it.

And today, I having to come to terms with what the next four plus years will be. What I stand to lose, and I’ve already lost.

The worst part of this is the one thought that has stuck with me. It wasn’t “I need to keep fighting” it’s I’m too tired to fight. I guess, it’s best said, “They’ll never take me alive” because all I thought about was killing myself. Ending it. I’ve never had these thoughts before, not seriously. Sure I’ve been depressed before, but not to the point I haven’t been able to push away the “I want to die” thought.

It might be better if I did. I know it’s just the depression speaking, that I’ll wake up tomorrow still depressed but not wanting to die. And in a couple days, I’ll still be depressed but the anger will set it. It’s different stages of grief, maybe not in the right order and I don’t think I’ll ever come to acceptance but I’ll get somewhere.

There is another thought that is lingering behind that “I wanna kill myself” one, of “fuck around and find out” – you see, I may be fine in 4 years, certainly won’t be better but I could be fine. But those stupid fucks that voted Republican that are single incomes, living paycheck to paycheck, ohhhh they’re about to get a rude fucking awakening. And I’m going to fucking love to see it.

But for now, I need some space, some time, I’m going to cry a lot. I may not be too talkative on Discord or here.

#triggering topics

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thefallofophanim · 3 months ago

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ACT TWO - THE PETALS OF SIN

I added a prayer to my edifice of shame with each new incident - they multiplied at an unhoped-for speed. The human mind is surprisingly maellable; even I didn't know it could be that easily troubled. The clear water that once was the collective unconscious of the Silk is now tainted with the black, sorrowed ink of the anonymous Prophet I have become, and its lost followers can only drink the unholy beverage of my truth- a truth that will, at last, allow us to merge with the divine and feel in our luminous core what it means to be human.

The chain of incidents has deeply shaken the Order of the Silk, so much so that I opened this morning a written order giving me the obligation to receive, alongside Semione, individuals in need of confession. To do so, I had to bid a temporary farewell to my black robe, and proudly but superficially don the true scribe's clothing, similar in shape but gleaming white; which would normally have been given to me at the end of my apprenticeship, by the end of winter. I would say "when I am finally a Man", but a Scribe's life is no comparable to a Man's. We are ostracized, sacrificed, and maniacally worshipped as we agonize on our shrine.

These moments don't mark my thoughts, nor my emotions. I remember neither the hollow confessions that could not ever possibly interest our Lord, nor the pleading faces of sinners - I know them all too well. Each one of them, more than they would imagine, or expect. Years and years of observation, of silence, and it is now my duty to feign ignorance. For them, for the Ophanim, and for my own self.

Surprisingly, wearing that new colour had an instant effect on my behavior. My shy, withdrawn temperament gave way to a certain charisma to which the impure ones are sensitive. The broken scribe, searching for a talisman in pieces of stained glass, gave way to a prince of the heavens, guided and worshipped by a choir of Angels who put as much faith in him as men put in God. I am losing myself. I am drowning, for the sake of a better tomorrow- glorious days unmatched by any work of art. Semione was the most sensitive to this change. "White certainly fits you well", they said, their heart seemingly full of pride at the sight of my new self. And yet... you can only fool a mentor for so long. "

What is the meaning of this?" They asked harshly, scornfully tossing the sheets marked with my ink onto our shared desk. Their voice is hoarse, their eyes marked by fatigue. I don't even have to look down to know what they're blaming me for. "My duty." My response is scathing, though I mean it sincerely. Suffering Semione's wrath (justified wrath, I admit!) is profoundly disturbing, and my defense is as pathetic as my actions. "Your duty, as you call it, is responsible for the chaos The Silk is going through. All the fear, all the death. Every moment of it." They articulate every word, dominated by wrath and shame. "I didn't expect you to be that insightful, Lysander", They continue. "Not so soon."

"Is that so."

Silently, we challenge each other with our eyes. So much to say, so few words. Mutual incomprehension, and the lord knows that Semione knows me as if I was their own- hence their ability to see through me so soon, despite my best efforts at discretion. Their facade breaks a little when they whisper, "Don't do this. You have to grieve."

"I saw you", I say without even paying attention to their plea. "In the land of Silhouettes." Her eyes widen and I see in her gaze all the horror of the world, something completely beyond us. A divine horror. "I saw you. So young, and already so full of talent. You are remarkable, Semione, truly remarkable, a lot more than I could ever be." They take a step back and I get up, piercing through them with a morbidly insisting gaze. "So why did you walk away from Them? They would've welcomed you, without an ounce of hypocrisy unlike our fellow humans. Why did you refuse to hear their chant?"

They swallow, and for a moment I catch myself believing they will faint. "You have to walk away, too, Lysander." "I have no reason to." "You have every reason to. Do you even know what indulging into the irrational means?" I do not answer. I can only smile at them, in a way that I want to be reassuring, but their anger is a fire's at this point, consuming. They violently overturn the pile of sheets they have brought, which fly in all directions, crumpled. They refuse to look at me, suffocating in their own torment, before turning away and walking out the door. "Clean all of this up. If I can't stop you, I can at least slow you down. Do think about the reasons why I refused the Celestials."

"Only to do the same as me, in the end", I sarcastically let out. "Don't think I didn't notice your own influence in those so-called historical, or sacred texts. Who is the real threat to humanity, after all- the one slapping it with heinous truth, or the one cradling it with deceitful lies?"

Semione leaves the room without a word, their quick footsteps disappearing down the monastery's spiral staircase, leaving me alone amid a flurry of loose, inked sheets. The Ophanim laugh.

#writing #prose

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swiftiephobe · 9 months ago

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OKAY SO.

i didn't have any friendship bracelets because honestly i could not be fucked making them and they generally just aren't really my thing. so i wasn't on the hunt to trade but two nice girls offered me bracelets (one girl spotted my arm lyric and gave me a speak now one and another girl gave me a dbtc one as we were leaving the stadium) which was very sweet of them!

i'm very VERY glad i didn't watch heaps of livestreams or the tour movie because while i was definitely familiar with most of the show i still felt like there were little details that surprised me!!

i may have gotten teary at the opening. it truly cannot be overstated just HOW emotional of a moment that is.

the bracelets during yntcd are so so gorgeous!

i had gone through 500 emotions by the time the lover set had ended and i knew i was in for an exhausting (in a good way) night

fearless really is THAT album like even if it's not high up on your ranking i really don't think you can be a swiftie without appreciating that album and everything it represents and what it did for her career

i had NO IDEA the intro for willow would be like that and it took me so off guard

her champagne problems speech was so!! ahh!!! i felt like the lover + fearless sets were fairly "rehearsed" in their crowd interaction (not that that's a bad thing!!) but in the evermore set she really started to open up and pour out her emotions.

i was surprised that she talked about the flashlights for marjorie because i assumed that was just something the crowd did every night and she would be used to it by now but she seemed genuinely touched by it tonight!

i also didn't know she talked to the crowd after the champagne problems applause so that was a really nice surprise!

the don't blame me/lwymmd transition was mindblowing as predicted

i simply cannot imagine a version of this tour without long love in it

i will NOT be hearing a single bad word about the red set going forwards. yes it's all the hits and none of the deep cuts but they are HITS for a reason!! i simply cannot make the hits not hit!

TELL HIM HE'S DREAMING

the folklore set is an interesting one. i was predicting it to be my fave as a certified folklore girlie and it was amazing BUT i felt like having it placed directly after atw10 put it in a spot where i was feeling VERY drained and i really had to work to pick myself up to get back into it.

everything after this felt very rapid fire like 1989 was just a barrage of major hits!!!! incredible just how many hits that album produced

the SYDNEY chant was a lot of fun

she sang should've said no (thereby declaring debut rights) and i screamed. then she sang you're not sorry one of my fave fearless songs and i screamed. then she mashed up new years day and peace and i screamed.

idk if i imagined this but while singing peace when she sang "would it ever be enough" it looked like she shook her head and it had me :(

the midnights set had my fave visuals of the whole show methinks

no "karma is the guy on the chiefs" for us tonight but i'm sure it was felt in spirit ❤️

thanks for reading my word vomit on all my thoughts about my show (i will probably have more tomorrow) i think i am going to sleep now

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chiskz · 2 years ago

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《 CHICHI ON MAMA 2022 》

》 I Interactions:

DAY 1

- she talked a lot in Japanese while being backstage with Kazuha and Sakura from LE SSERAFIM, with whom she also ate some snacks in their waiting room

- she exchanged a few words with Yeonjun when they passed each other on the way to the toilet, he promised to call later (and he did)

DAY 2

- Chichi was absent from the couch during the others' performances, she was only at the opening performance of 3RACHA and Tiger JK

- after the whole event, she met J-Hope for dinner - fortunately, none of them were caught by the press

》 II Red Carpet Look (DAY 1)

》 III Solo Performance (DAY 2)

☆ Chichi performed covers of ATEEZ songs.

Title of the performance: Let's Break The Wall - Answer x Guerilla x The Leaders (ATEEZ).

☆ Outfit.

☆ Performance.

Chichi gave a lot of energy to both ATINY and STAY, perfectly preparing the performance in accordance with the theme of this year's MAMA - Music Makes One. The audience's involvement in the energetic chanting could really give the impression that everyone gathered, if only for a moment, actually became one. In addition to the substantive part of the performance, Chichi also looked really fierce, and once again proved how great stamina she hides. She sang and rapped live performing the entire, uncut choreography for both songs.

The performance started with Chichi walking to the stage and addressing the audience. After the lights went out, she lined up among the dancers to perform Answer segment. This was followed by the second part of her speech, involving the audience, and then flowing seamlessly into a performance with Guerilla. Without slowing down for even a moment, she transitioned equally smoothly into The Leaders.

"Our dear ATEEZ can not be with us today, 'cause they're doing right now their really best during their world tour to make their ATINY so happy. But... MAMA without ATEEZ feels so empty right? So I've got a special permission from no one other than captain Hongjoong and the rest of the pirates to perform in their behalf.

Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung and Jongho. I hope we can meet soon.

Are you guys ready? Cause I sure am."

ANSWER began

'geonbaehaja like a thunder

ne modeun geol chaewo neomchyeoheureul deusi

modu janeul meori wiro

sesang eodieseodeun boil su itge'

short dancebreak

break the wall...

"We're so good at breaking the walls. So let's break all the walls around us today. Cause Music... Makes One!"

let's break the walls, let's break the walls, let's break the walls, let's break the walls, let's break the walls, let's break the walls.

'Cause Music Makes One. Today. Tomorrow. Always.

Okay, let's go, let's break the walls, okay let's go, let's break the walls, okay, let's go let's break the walls, let's break, let's break...

We. Are. The Guerrillas.

Guerrilla + The Leaders

》 IV Award.

Chichi won MAMA's first ever new "Little Independent Award" awarded to idols for their incredibly large, independent contributions to their careers. Chichi is the first MAMA independently awarded idol who did not debut solo. The selection was guided by her being a choreographer (independently creating choreography for a group of nine) and independently preparing such a varied performance at the gala.

☆ Speech.

"I never thought I'd be standing here all alone." She laughed through her tears, all the while looking at Stray Kids who were standing in front of the couches instead of sitting down. She wiped her cheeks quickly and sighed. "This is a very valuable prize for which I am incredibly grateful. If it wasn't for STAY and my Stray Kids, I wouldn't be able to fulfill myself in what I love and I wouldn't have a chance to use the acquired knowledge so well. However, I know that this award is not entirely 'independet', because without the aforementioned huge support, I would not be here now. Even though I did these things myself, behind my back I just have a lot of amazing people who wish me well. STAY, Stray Kids, this is my award, from me to you. I'll be working even harder from now on. Thank you!"

#kpop addition #kpop oc #stray kids 9th member #idol au #idol oc #kpop added member #stray kids oc #koc #kocnet #kpop rp #mama2022 #mama awards #mama fake awards

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dyinglikenarcissus · 2 years ago

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Valentine’s Day

Steve Rogers x black female reader

Warnings: Mature content! 18+ only! Contains: masturbation, vibrators, vaginal sex, oral sex (on a male), unprotected sex, cream pie, squirting, mirror sex, set in a love hotel, no real kinks in this one. Just general Valentine’s Day fluff and smut. If that’s upsetting for you, feel free to skip this one ☺️

So this was inspired by this post. I thought it was such a freaking adorable concept so I had to write it for my comfort couple. Thanks for the inspo @angelltheninth!

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You stand looking out over the city after watering your miniature jungle. Steve went a little overboard with this project. You smile to yourself before looking back at the plants in question.

Oh well. It kept him happy.

Then your mind wonders back to the reason he started this whole balcony orchard.

They were supposed to be leaving him alone. He was supposed to be retired. But he can never say no…

You let out a soft sigh lean heavily over the railing. Normally you wouldn’t care. But tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.

And in all of the years you’ve been together, you wouldn’t have cared. You’d never spent a Valentine’s Day together before anyway. He was always out, busy saving the world, protecting your freedom and all that good stuff.

But this year he promised he’d be home. Swore he’d be home. He made you make plans. He wanted to be surprised.

So you made plans and you were going to make the most of it. You decided to be silly and book a night a little boutique love hotel downtown. You preordered flowers and champagne for the room. You booked reservations at the jazz club you spent your first date at. You got waxed. You got plucked. You even got your nails done just to immediately stain them with coffee grounds but it was the thought that counts. It was going to be perfect.

Except you didn’t have a boyfriend to spend the evening with.

He got called away two days ago and he promised to be back in time. You never put too much on those promises. This was earth’s mightiest hero after all.

Didn’t mean you couldn’t still enjoy your plans. So you packed an overnight bag with a variety of vibrators, downloaded your favorite smutty comics and stories and the good tentacle stuff, and picked out a strappy white dress that you were saving for this evening to layer over some brand new lingerie. You were going to make the most of your Valentine’s Day, Steve or no Steve!

You still packed a duffle for him, just in case.

He may come home in time. You hope. You pray. You click your heels together three times before chanting “I want my boyfriend,” over and over until it was time to leave for your dinner reservation.

You let out a soft huff glancing at the clock on the microwave. “Fine! I’m going! I’m going to enjoy my day all by myself!” You grumble to the universe, pulling both duffle bags over your shoulders and stumbling down to your car in your bright red heels.

You make it to the restaurant just in time for your reservation and inform the hostess that it will just be for one. You watch all the couples dancing on the ground floor below, having a wonderful time together. This was a mistake. You could’ve stayed home and made yourself dinner and saved some money. You could be watching a feel good romcom on your couch in one of Steve’s sweaters and your fuzzy socks. Panic starts to rush over you just as the waitress drops off a fruity cocktail. What if he comes home and wonders where you are? These plans were meant to be a surprise! He has no idea what your plans are. He’ll be so worried!

You have to go back home!

Wait. Calm down. He tracks where you are on his phone. He can easily call you if he finds your apartment empty. Besides, he’d call if he was on his way home. He normally calls. You’re allowed to enjoy yourself without him. He’d want you to enjoy yourself.

But you aren’t enjoying yourself.

You ponder just canceling the hotel reservation while you eat your lobster. You’d be charged a late cancelation fee though…

You wouldn’t be able to get your money back for the flowers and champagne. And you still kind of wanted to check this place out! It was so popular and it was hard to get a Valentine’s night reservation. You let out a soft sigh while pushing your broccolini around the plate.

“How is everything?” Your waiter asks stepping up to the table.

“Oh, it delicious!” You force a smile up at him.

He glances at your plate and your vegetables that have been shaped to form a star then back at you. “Are you sure?”

You let out a sigh dropping the false bravado. “It really is amazing. I just have a lot on my mind,” you admit.

“Date cancel on you?” He asks, squatting at the side of the table to be able to hear you better over the music.

“Oh no,” you laugh. “He would never. He got called away for work last minute so I’m trying to make the most of it.”

“That’s good! It’s refreshing to see someone so independent. I hope he’s still paying.” You laugh at his comment and nod. “How are you feeling about dessert? It’s going on your man’s card,” he goads making you smile.

“Sure,” you agree attempting to remember the menu.

“Chef’s special for you. Do you like chocolate?”

“I love chocolate!”

“Alright. Hang tight.” You smile to yourself, feeling a little more confident in your solo night out, and finish your veggies. He returns to take your dinner plate and replaces it with a ball of chocolate covered in gold dust. You quickly snap photos of it before digging in. A chocolate shell with hazelnut ice cream and chocolate torte. You’re dying. You’re physically dead. This waiter earned his tip and then some. You hum happily as you lick the ice cream off of your spoon.

Steve and his sweet tooth are missing this.

Eventually you step into your suite for the night, dropping both duffle bags at your feet before taking a look at the room. It’s super clean. You even swipe a finger over the top of the tv and not a spec of dust. Impressive.

And it’s cute. It’s this American themed room that you thought you were being cheeky and cute by picking out. It’s a little over the top with the white and red striped wall paper and navy blue duvet covered in white stars but it’s super cute.

First step, out of this make up! Then that jacuzzi was calling your name. You take a quick shower to get off the dirt of the day before laying out your own bath mat and filling up the tub with powdered coconut milk and dried flowers. You don’t care how well they clean. You don’t trust it. You slip off your robe, tie up your hair, and grab your favorite vibe and your phone ready to enjoy your night.

You start off with your favorite cg comic about the sentient alien dildo who’s goal was to impregnate a sorority house to warm up. You should know better by now. You don’t need anything but this. You dread the day when you get bored of it. And this vibrator is so perfect. It’s just a simple clit stimulator but it’s so good! Steve got it for you after he caught you getting yourself off while he was out. It’s all you need. Steve can get to that deep spot inside you but he’s the only one you want there. It’s sacred. Stamped with a “SGR”. You explained that to him and he thought it was cute and he ask what he can do to help. The question just made you flustered before he fucked the embarrassment away. A week later, you found this little red rose shaped vibrator on your night stand waiting for you.

It’s been your regular companion ever since.

You let out a soft whine as you get closer to cumming. Your hips rock gently trying to get yourself there. You teeth graze your bottom lips as your insides pulse. The pulses get closer and tighter and higher and you’re so close you can almost taste your release…

Then there’s a knock at the door.

“Whaaa?” You whimper as you completely lose your focus and the knot inside you starts to loosen in an unsatisfying cramp. You eyes close in frustration. Wasn’t the whole point of this hotel privacy?

“Yes?” You call, dropping your phone on the tub’s rim before rubbing your hand over your eyes.

“House keeping,” a deep voice calls into the room.

“House keeping?” You mutter and pull yourself out of the jacuzzi. You wrap a towel around your waist and walk up to the door. You can’t reach the peep hole and you roll your eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation.

So you crack the door open with the chain lock still on and you almost scream.

You slam the door closed to take off the chain before leaping in a set of strong waiting arms

“Stevie!” You cry into his neck. “You made it! You’re here!”

“I told you I wouldn’t miss Valentine’s Day,” he laughs, holding you so tight. So perfect. Your towel fell away from the jump causing Steve to step into the room and lock the door behind him. You squeeze him tighter. He’s here. He’s really here. “Sorry I missed dinner,” he mutters into your neck but you shake your head smiling.

“Are you hungry? They have room service,” you ask pulling away to finally look into soft blue eyes. He looks like he’s been crawling through the mud but he’s here.

“We grabbed something on the way out of Morocco.”

“Morocco?” You ask watching his lips.

“I’ll tell you about it later. Right now, I want to spend time with my princess.” He presses his lips to yours. It’s just a peck. Then another and another and another until you’re making out in his arms. You have to pull away for air first but all you can do is smile breathlessly. “So, you know I hate to eavesdrop,”

“Sure,” you laugh knowing full well he loves overhearing you do things in private.

“I do! Honestly,” he grins. “I heard a bath and some weird vibrating noises,” he trails making you giggle.

“I was just enjoying the jacuzzi,” you smile. “You can, too, but I’m worried you’ll turn the water black.”

“Are you saying I’m dirty?” Steve asks faking a shocked face.

“You’re a very dirty boy,” you insist. “How about a shower first?”

“A shower sounds amazing.”

You slide down his body to the floor to work on his suit. “I brought your clothes and things,” you mutter while pulling his tactical belt open before freeing him from the rest of his clothes.

“Thank you, princess. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He tucks a finger under your chin to direct your face back to his as he leans down for another kiss.

“You’d survive,” you insist as he pulls away.

“Barely.”

You tug him toward the bathroom once he’s naked and aching for you.

The shower springs to life and you start to pull him inside.

“Wait! Baby, your hair,” he laments at your lack of headwear. Your braids were getting old anyway. You weren’t too worried about them.

“It’s fine,” you promise with a laugh. “Come on.”

He’s gorgeous. A work of art. You admire his porcelain skin as you scrub every inch of his body. You watch his muscles start to relax under your touch.

All his muscles but one.

A scrape starts to heal across his pec under your hand while you gaze up at him as he lets out a soft groan, completely oblivious to your admiration. Your fingers walk down his chiseled chest and toned stomach to tangle in the patch of hair there. That’s when his gaze meets yours, eyes dark and full of a familiar lust. You pull at your bottom lip with your teeth before wrapping your hand around his thick length. A soft ‘fuck’ escapes him as you grip him, pumping your hand just how you know he likes it.

“That good, baby?” You ask, pressing kisses to the center of his chest.

He answers in a soft moan making you smile. Your thumb rubs over his tip to feel a bead of precum leak out of him only to be rinsed away by the shower water.

You smile and squat down, reaching eye level with his leaking cock. You don’t let go as you continue to pump him and he braces a strong arm against the wall. Eyes closed and head tossed back against the warm water. Absolutely perfect.

Your plump lips wrap around his tip already filling your mouth with just that. That soft moan turns into groan as his big hand finds the back of your skull. Yeah, he likes this.

Your hands continue to work the rest of his length while your tongue swirls around his tip.

“Fuck, princess,” Steve sighs guiding your head gently. You look up to see the bliss covering his features. You know what he wants. It takes you a moment to build up to it, gathering saliva and relaxing your throat enough that when his tip bumps the back of your mouth it stops bothering you. Your eyes start to water as you take a deep breath though your nose and swallow him. Your nose buries in his pelvis as you take all of him. It’s never easy but you’ll do anything for him. You let him take over as he fucks your face rapidly. His soft moan are enough to have you dripping, clenching around nothing, as he reaches his peek.

You feel him expand slightly around your lips, swelling with his seed, and you prepare to take all of him. He forces your nose deep into his thick curly patch of hair as he cums directly down your throat. You try to swallow, to keep up with his load, but it’s so heavy and he’s so pent up. You press against his thigh and he immediately lets up, letting you pull away to cough as he continues to cum against your chest. You clear your throat and lick at his tip, catching the last spurt of cum on you mouth to properly taste him. That perfect mix of salt and musk that was Steve. You suck his tip clean before dealing with yourself. The water had washed away most of the snot and drool and tears but you still felt it sticking to your face as you wiped the back of your hand over your mouth.

“Eep!” You squeak as Steve lifts you abruptly to his level. His lips cover yours and you practically melt into his kiss. Such pillowy soft kissable lips. Then you let out another squeak of surprise when he doesn’t even put you down to flip you around, pressing you against the shower wall as he spreads your legs wide, tucking your knees over his elbows and entering you in one swift movement. You let out a soft gasp as you attempt to grip the smooth wall. Your cheek and aching tits are smooshed against the tile while he abuses your core. Steve sets a punishing pace but as he quickly finds that spot leaving you crying out for him.

“That good, princess?” He asks. You can hear the smile in his voice but you can’t even bother to respond. All you can produce is soft moans and whimpers.

Such a menace but you love him more than anything.

He rips through one orgasm, ignoring your spasming muscles and leaking core, just to go for a second one. “Please, Steve! Please, please, please!” You cry into the tile as you feel the pressure quickly building again.

“Gonna get you there, princess,” he assures you.

“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uhhuh! Huh! Ha!” You scream as your own cum squirts from you against the shower tile.

“One more?” He asks. You swear you’re still squirting when he asks. You can’t even comprehend one more but he’s already fucking you again at that same punishing pace. Tears stream from your eyes as you feel another knot forming. This one is just as tight as the last. You don’t even try to be cute. You can’t control your voice or your mouth as soft scream and cries escape you.

“Oh, God! Oh, Stevie! Pleash,” you slur, pressing back against the tile, your body can’t help but try to reach that high. His grunts fill your ears, drowning out your own voice as he stabs into that squishy spot inside of you. “Oh, God! Ohhh! Oh! Ahhh!” You cry cumming once more just as hard, feeling something empty from inside you only to feel Steve filling you back up just as quickly with his own release. He lets out a loud growl as he paints that spot, claiming it over and over until he empties himself once more.

The two of you are left gasping for air in the most awkward position while water continues to stream over you. It’s the most comfortable silence but you can feel your hips starting to cramp the longer he holds you open. You break the silence with a soft whine as you attempt to press yourself away from the wall. Steve quickly takes over, dropping one of your legs to support your chest and lower you to the floor. He doesn’t let go though. He keeps you close to his chest, holding you tight, covering you now full belly with both of his hands.

“You okay, princess?” Steve asks as feeling all of your weight against him. You just nod and hum contently. “Am I clean enough for you now?”

“Sparkling,” you mutter, cuddling against his chest.

The two of you don’t even dry before you step into the jacuzzi. You take your spot straddling his lap as he takes his deep inside you once more. This round is slower, calmer, more intimate, as you press kisses to his lips and jaw and nip just behind his ear while his fingers play with your nipples and grip your ass possessively. He definitely owns every part of you and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once you’re filled once more and he’s satisfied for a moment, he finally hazards a look around the room.

“Is this an American themed room?” You giggle and nod. “Cheeky little thing,” he laughs. You press a kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you. Happy Valentine's Day.”

“Happy Valentine's Day,” he whispers and presses another kiss to your lips. You pour him a glass of champagne and refill your own glass before he finally opens up about his mission. You massage his shoulders and drink enough to make your head fill fuzzy while he talks, inputting your opinion at times but mostly smiling and nodding and pressing kisses to his skin. He just needs to vent and you’re always there to listen.

“Princess, you drank most of that bottle,” Steve finally notes when you go to refill your glass once more.

“You had a couple of glasses,” you giggle.

He only hums in amusement before pressing his lips to yours. “You ready for bed?” You let out a sigh not ready to leave the bubbly hot water but you know he’s probably exhausted. You stumble to your feet with Steve’s help and let him wrap a towel around you.

You get ready for bed and slip on a lacy night gown and follow Steve to bed. “There’s a mirror on the ceiling?” Steve observes with a smile as you crawl into bed.

“So we can see ourselves fuck,” you explain curling into his chest comfortably, the alcohol loosening you inhibitions.

“Is that right?” Steve yawns. He doesn’t even bother being coy as he runs his hand under your night gown to find your ass. “Why did we even bother getting dressed?” You just giggle as he pulls off the bit of silk and lace and drops it at the end of the bed just to pull you into his lap and grind you against his erection through his sweats. You let out a soft whine as you stimulate your clit against the friction of his pants. “Alright, little miss ‘so we can see ourselves fuck’,” Steve laughs as he pulls off his sweats. “Come ‘ere.” You crawl back over him, accepting soft kisses while you card your fingers through his hair. “Turn over.” You quickly obey, facing away from him on all fours. He slowly pulls you back onto his lap, filling you up once again with him. “There you go. Good girl,” he praises making you clench around him. Both his hands cup your breasts as he pulls you back to lay on top of him. “Shit,” Steve sighs watching you in the mirror above you. You see yourself spread out over his giant body, the contrast of skin tones, and the way he fills you so perfectly. The way you fit each other so perfectly. “I like seeing this angle.” You laugh softly before he tweaks your nipples and runs his hands down to your hips. You pull your damp braids to the side and let him press kisses to your neck and whisper soft nothings into your skin. “All mine, aren’t you? You gonna let me claim you one more time?” You nod, letting out a soft whimper as Steve finds your clit and rubs rough circles into it. “Good girl. So good for me.” His legs keep yours stretched wide as he thrusts up into you.

“Mmmmnngh, Stevie,” you moan as he finds that abused spot in you all over again and you struggle to close your legs but Steve is unrelenting.

“Sensitive?” You nod. “Good. You’ll cum harder.” You just whine at his response and reach up to tangle your fingers behind his head, exposing more of your body as he fucks you into submission. Your first orgasm is quick and hard just like he promised, spilling your cum across the bed for Steve to watch in awe. Then he draws out the second one. Going slow, playing with your breast and clit, whispering you praises and nipping at your ear. You feel so pent up. All of it building into a harsh crescendo. You cry out against the feeling as colors and stars flash against your eye lids while you cum and he fills you for the third time this evening. That super soldier serum never ceases to amaze you. You’re both panting as your highs rush over you, the after glow never having a chance to leave you as you keep basking in it.

“We need to put a mirror over our bed at home,” Steve breathes. You just giggle and turn your head to press a kiss to his lips. He unwillingly pulls out and arranges you comfortably on the bed before cleaning you up.

“I think Valentine's Day is my new favorite holiday,” Steve yawns as he crawls back over you in the bed.

“Is that right?” You mutter into the pillow, sore and exhausted but oh so satisfied.

“Let’s start planning for next year. Maybe we can go back to the cabin. Or to a resort or something?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. No clothes, no pressure, just sex.” You laugh at his explanation of the holiday. “Thank you for planning all of this.”

“My pleasure, handsome.” You press once last kiss to his lips before you’re positive you’ll pass out from any further movement. “I love you.”

“I love you. Happy Valentine's Day.” You just hum already half asleep in the love of your life’s arms, comfortable, full, protected.

The perfect Valentine's Day.

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pbandjesse · 9 months ago

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I am absolutely shattered today. More exhausted then I have been in a while. I am super glad my workshop tomorrow is not happening anymore because I don't think I could handle it. I am just. So tired.

I didn't sleep amazing again. My ears hurt again. I have had go take out all of my piercing. Which seems to have helped a little bit. But I also absolutely slept through my alarm because I was asleep on top of my phone. Thankfully James woke me up at 715.

I was in a horrible mood though. And I was very snippy. I was in my head telling myself to knock it off but I was having a bad time. I was to hot. I would be okay but it did not start well.

James left for work before me. And I took a few extra minutes to sit and watch my new fish because I read that it can help your blood pressure and I do think it helped a little bit. I was out the door by 755.

I got over to creative alliance and loaded up my wagon. As I walked from the corner where I parked t Creative Alliance Parker pulled up and I was like. Oh hi! And I really tried to put on all my energy. But I was for sure more low energy then normal. I tried but I was struggling.

The classroom was 72 degrees. Which was wild. Parker would realize and fix it pretty quick but it did not help how warm I already was. But it would be okay.

I started setting up my program and slowly the kids started coming in. Including some I knew! One from the nursery I subbed at before and one form puhtok. And everyone was really great.

James had given me a bunch of flattened cardboard boxes from soap being sold at the gift shop. So as the kids came in, some went to draw, and some came to help me assemble the boxes. And it was fun. A nice little way to get to know each other and jump right into making stuff.

They were all really excited about the Rubbermaid tubs of stuff I brought. And I gave them plastic bins to start putting things to the side in case they might want to use them for their dioramas. But we would be breaking into two groups later on so it was no rush.

The kids were really funny. And by the end of the day they had developed their own religion, with one of the older boys, Andrew, becoming the cult leader. It was all around an egg that did not shatter with the others. And then at lunch they went to the park and saw a dead bird and I think there is a chicken and the egg conversation to be had but they just kept chanting. And making art about the egg. Children are so wonderfully weird.

Parker took the kids on a tour of the two buildings first. Which gave me a few minutes to eat my breakfast. But soon they were back and we jumped right in.

We started with taking about what a dioramas was. I wrote things in the board and we discussed what it is, what it's made of, why someone might make one. And they had really great answers. Next we filled out the worksheet I made up with information for thinking about how your diorama will function. Who's in it? What's the environment? What are the materials? We then sketched it and then we made paper models of the ideas. Not everyone did all of these steps, and they really didn't have to. But it was good to work through the ideas.

We had approximately 2 and a half hours for each group. And I found that about half of each group spent the entire time making, while the other half finished in about an hour. So I had to push for adding things. And I would find some books and Legos to entertain the littler ones. But overall I think we did great.

I did struggle when I realized I forgot my hot glue sticks at home. So the first group only had 5 sticks. But they really made it work. Like it wasn't perfect but it was still good. Even if I was stressed. And I would cut my finger in my pocket knife when I was helping cut windows out of boxes. Ouch. It was bleeding pretty bad and I was mad at myself.

But the kids did great. Only a few little finger burns on the hot glue guns. No one seriously injured. And they all worked really hard. It was nice to see.

They had a snack break half way through the morning. I would have my little lunch then since I was planning on quickly driving home to get the hot glue during their lunch half hour.

After their snack some of them finished quickly. Some took the rest of the hour. Other started drawing. I had music going. It was a little tough for me to find music without cursing so we ended up listening to Mitski and Julien Baker all day. Which I enjoyed and I think kept the space calm.

We finished the morning session and Parker collected the other class and my class and I headed to the car.

I quickly drove home. Washed my face and tried to shake off the tired feeling. My feet hurt and it would only get worse. But it was okay. I grabbed the hot glue. Pet Sweetp. And quickly drove back. Got the same parking space even!

They were still at the park for lunch so I enjoyed sitting on the stairs outside. I was out there for like ten minutes when I heard the entire group of children chanting "all hail the dead bird!" Over and over. Children are hilarious.

I did have to ban chanting though because half of my second group was getting very frustrated by the boys repeating and being loud about eggs and I was getting frustrated too. You may worship the egg quietly in your head. I just don't want to hear it anymore.

The afternoon felt long. But I know it was mostly because I was very tired. I still had fun. And really enjoyed seeing what everyone was making. Some of the kids really were great at this project and I was so proud of them. This is for sure a 3rd/4th grade project. But what else it new, that's the age I work best with.

Around 330 we started cleaning up. Some were still working. Some were done. I was slowly cleaning up around them. Teaching some how to properly wash paint brushes. Giving others the job of sweeping. And soon parents were showing up.

As they were getting picked up I thanked them all for coming. One of the kids showed me a magic trick. I got to meet the other teachers who were teaching the kids to do magic tricks which was very neat. And after packing my wagon I was ready to go.

I checked in with Parker before I left. And he just said how awesome he thinks I am and how he loves how I know so many things. To be fair I know a little about a lot of things, and it's hurt me in the past. I remember when I applied for Penland to try and get a residency after college and they said I had to many directions in my portfolio. That I needed to focus. But that was never going to be me I guess. I think I like it better that way.

I held it together until I got home. But I was exhausted. My feet hurt so much. I desperately wanted to lay down.

And that's just what I did. I got home and took my shoes off and got on the couch. And that's where James found me not long after. I was very upset and very tired.

I just kept closing my eyes. But James asked me what I wanted for dinner and I wanted brass tap. It took me a while to get to that answer but I did get there. And it was hard to get up. But James pulled me off the couch and we headed to Towson.

James took us a fun back roads way. And I talked to them about some frustrations I am having and that helped me feel a little better.

We parked in the parking garage at the mall and went to the restaurant. And it wasn't amazing and I felt horrible. But I was happy to be with my James. Even if it was to loud. Ah well.

I still appreciated James trying to make me feel better. The food was fine and I saved the salad for tomorrow. We walked through the mall to go to the car because it had started to rain. And it was nice window shopping but I was very much ready to go home.

When we got back here I got changed and got in the couch. James did some painting for the stairwell. And me and Sweetp have just been resting.

And I am very very much ready for bed now. Thankfully the only plans I have this weekend is to have brunch with Callie tomorrow. She's coming to get me in the morning and we have reservations so I'm hoping it's pretty low stress. And I'm just really looking forward to seeing her. Hopefully I will sleep good and be able to feel amazing tomorrow.

I hope you all feel amazing too. I love you all very much. Goodnight everyone.

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untofinality · 2 years ago

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𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈　𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓　　 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂　𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

various lyrics pulled from mihoyo / hoyoverse's honkai impact ; altered and edited for ease of use. feel free to alter pronouns as need be.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 ❝ Whatever you say, you can’t hold me back. ❞ ❝ I’ll follow my craving. ❞ ❝ Head on, start a riot. ❞

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 ❝ I was born out of this great divide. ❞ ❝ I need to live my life. ❞ ❝ I'm burned out. ❞ ❝ Our fight still keeps flowing. ❞ ❝ I must struggle to survive so that this beautiful and perfect world comes back to life. ❞ ❝ I need to live my life enough before all the leaves fall to pieces, 'till I'm burned out. ❞ ❝ I must struggle to survive. ❞

𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 ❝ Detected potential threat, entering high alert mode. ❞ ❝ How dangerous? ❞ ❝ Her attitude never changes. ❞ ❝ Everything is in her plans. ❞ ❝ A relaxing game for a pro like her. ❞ ❝ Her emotions do not interfere. ❞ ❝ Traps are identified with utmost care. ❞ ❝ Try me! ❞ ❝ War is like a party. ❞

𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 ❝ The world lies in pieces at my feet. ❞ ❝ Help me gain insight. ❞ ❝ Hail my proud queen. ❞ ❝ That wax and wane showed its ebb and flow. ❞ ❝ Selah, selah, are chanting evermore. ❞ ❝ Hear, oh hear all the voices trapped in thee. ❞ ❝ I see myself in your eyes that are colorless. ❞ ❝ Visions pass and emotions run through me. ❞ ❝ Fair moonlight, will you fill my void eyes? ❞

𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 ❝ I'm being called upon. ❞ ❝ I'll never let you go. ❞ ❝ I'll never let you go, it's why I did all that for a chance, at least, to live in your way. ❞ ❝ My love for you is my most cherished thing, so stay alive, bravely. ❞ ❝ I wish I could wake up from this dream each time I dream. ❞ ❝ There's a long night coming soon. ❞ ❝ I'd shine as the last shine. ❞ ❝ So stay alive, bravely. ❞

𝐜𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ❝ Corrupt binary codes are infecting my mind. ❞ ❝ Perform the invocation with numbing freeze. ❞ ❝ Querying for a variable and seizing the time to recompile and trigger my destiny. ❞ ❝ Though my wings've been bloodstained and could never be cleaned, I will try hard to soar to the heaven I dreamed of. ❞ ❝ There is no "exception" in this library for I know I will always go with you. ❞ ❝ I charged up my armor into lightspeed. ❞ ❝ Querying for a variable and seizing the time in a new day coming not so far away. ❞ ❝ I will try hard to soar to the heaven I dreamed of. ❞ ❝ I know I will always go with you. ❞

𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐠𝐨 ❝ I think back to the time when I used to feel your hand in mine. ❞ ❝ The tiniest tenderness might melt the ice into tears. ❞ ❝ I remain far from the world that still makes both of my eyes blurred. ❞ ❝ Not a word could I say to wake up a dreamer. ❞ ❝ Call out my name when you see the tide turn me away. ❞ ❝ Long ago buried heart torn apart, so it hurts ... how it lasts 'till I draw one more last final breath. ❞ ❝ Where to go? When to return? ❞ ❝ May it be one for all. ❞ ❝ Once in a while let my shadow stand by your side, filling the emptiness of your mind, and then disappear. ❞ ❝ Dreams can be real when a soul is armored in steel. ❞ ❝ No more fear of right or wrong. ❞ ❝ Call out my name. ❞ ❝ Come play with me. ❞ ❝ 'till I draw one more last final breath. ❞

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 ❝ What is reflected in my eyes? ❞ ❝ What is reflected in my eyes? Not the moonlight in a starless midnight that showers on the people passing by. ❞ ❝ One's so small and the world's so wide. ❞ ❝ Every step forward echoes a sigh. ❞ ❝ I reach out for the halo far up high. ❞ ❝ Deeply engraved in my memory, silent but not forgotten. ❞ ❝ Someone has gone but their voice within me remains. ❞ ❝ Once I remember all the tales written inside. ❞ ❝ I'll follow what my heart used to believe. ❞ ❝ Crash against the barrier abovе the crowd. ❞ ❝ I want no tomorrow or yesterday. ❞ ❝ These sparkles shine and never fade 'till the break of day. ❞

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐚 ❝ Your smile is tainted and your face is cold. There's no more comfort in your lips and cheeks. ❞ ❝ The whirling noise is pulling me within the tainted carcass of this world. ❞ ❝ All the incandescent stars of heaven will die at the end of days. ❞ ❝ Your gentle soul is given to damnation. ❞ ❝ The crimson moon shines upon a town that is smeared in blood. ❞ ❝ All those sweet little dreams are buried deep in memories until the very end. ❞ ❝ The lost and faded truth of bygone memories hiddеn deep in my corrupt body. ❞ ❝ I can hear the voices of the people I miss in this final song. ❞ ❝ I would tremble just to hold them once more. ❞ ❝ A florid moon shines upon a world that is doomed to die ... ❞ ❝ All our pale, fleeting dreams are where the truths are hidden until they fade away. ❞ ❝ All those sweet little dreams are buried deep in memories until the very end. ❞

𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐚 ❝ Life blooms like a flower, far away or by the road ❞ ❝ Waiting for the one to find the way back home. ❞ ❝ Rain falls a thousand times. ❞ ❝ No footprints of come-and-go. ❞ ❝ You who once went by, where will you belong? ❞ ❝ I feel your sigh and breath in the last blow of wind. ❞ ❝ Not ready yet for the story on the last page? ❞ ❝ It's not the end. ❞ ❝ Life blooms like a flower. ❞ ❝ Find the way back home. ❞ ❝ There is always a long way to go 'til I reach your arms. ❞ ❝ Up against the stream, waterways will join as one, tracing to the source, no longer strayed or lost. ❞ ❝ You will see petals fly when lament becomes carol. ❞ ❝ Could you please hear my voice that hungers for a duet? ❞ ❝ There is always a long way to go. ❞

𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐨 ❝ Some deserts on this planet were oceans once. ❞ ❝ Somewhere shrouded by the night, the sun will shine. ❞ ❝ Sometimes I see a dying bird fall to the ground but it used to fly so high. ❞ ❝ I thought I was no more than a bystander 'till I felt a touch so real. ❞ ❝ I will no longer be a transient when I see smiles with tears. ❞ ❝ If I had never known the soreness of farewell and pain of sacrifices. ❞ ❝ What else should I engrave on my mind? ❞ ❝ Frozen into icy rocks, that’s how it starts. Crumbled like the sands of time, that’s how it ends. ❞ ❝ That's how it starts. ❞ ❝ That’s how it ends. ❞ ❝ Every page of tragedy is thrown away and burned out in the flame. ❞ ❝ A shoulder for the past. ❞ ❝ Let out the cries that have been imprisoned for so long. ❞ ❝ A pair of wings for me, at this moment, to soar above this world. ❞ ❝ Turn into a shooting star that briefly shines but warms up every heart. ❞ ❝ May all the beauty be blessed. ❞ ❝ I will never go. ❞ ❝ There’s a way back home. ❞ ❝ Brighter than tomorrow and yesterday, may all the beauty be blessed. ❞ ❝ Wave goodbye to the past when hope and faith have grown so strong and sound. ❞ ❝ Unfold this pair of wings for me, again, to soar above this world. ❞ ❝ I turned into a moon that always tells the warmth and brightness of the sun. ❞

𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ❝ Too much of the past for one to memorize. ❞ ❝ Too many words remained for one to read through the lines. ❞ ❝ Every night brings a dream but the day, relentlessly, keeps me awake. ❞ ❝ Life is too long to end at a grave. ❞ ❝ Just a drop of water sufficеs. ❞ ❝ Gone are those years of living for a reason. ❞ ❝ Here it comes, the moment of the scene of lost and found. ❞ ❝ Personas played out on the stage will return to the self when there’s a curtain call. ❞ ❝ Everyone has their own desire leading to the ultimate. ❞ ❝ Still, I wish to embrace the world with my thoughts. ❞

𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 ❝ Say my name when a tree susurrates. ❞ ❝ Once and again telling a story lost in time. The way it starts and the way it ends ❞ ❝ Never again making up stories in dismay with several starts, but just one end. ❞ ❝ How I long to embrace the future breaking out of shades from the past. ❞ ❝ Save your tears for the day so far away, to irrigate the wilderness that's still asleep in the world waiting to be lit. To spread over the riverbeds so dry and dead. ❞ ❝ Let ships that ran aground re-launch their sails. ❞ ❝ Seeds bear new life when flowers dare to fade. ❞ ❝ Petals linger about awaiting one last dance. ❞ ❝ Shaking off all the dust from the past, new stories have yet to start. ❞

𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 ❝ All over the street, shining the old neon in endless rain, what have you had to become? ❞ ❝ How many times do I wanna wake you up? ❞ ❝ I've given you up. I'm going on my own way, alone. ❞ ❝ Who we are, and how far we've gone? ❞ ❝ Let us heal the misery and plant the seed we have promised. ❞ ❝ Time is up, go grab your arms. ❞ ❝ No matter how hard we have to become, we shall fight forever! ❞ ❝ I heard it from no one, it just occurred to me. ❞ ❝ What have you had to become? ❞

𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 ❝ Carved on stones buried deep in the earth and long submerged beneath waterfalls. ❞ ❝ Tell us what to believe, without any doubt. ❞ ❝ Without any doubt never let us down. ❞ ❝ Tell us when to depart for a promised truth despite the day of doom. ❞ ❝ A bloodline stretches out one more inch with every heartbеat. ❞ ❝ We have grown up before taking the heart of grace. ❞ ❝ We still struggle against the fear of being unarmed. ❞ ❝ No one would be able to look down upon this world. ❞

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