#day = day (there are no nights as the first doesn't set)

[sahisan]

smth about chuuya coming in his pants after being sex deprived for weeks/months is just.... ugh. nsfw obv. fem reader probs? pm member reader. kinda pathetic chuu but we love him for that. touch deprived chuu?

chuuya is a busy man. it's public knowledge—he actually manages to run the port mafia's jewelry department just perfectly starting from the age of 16 and do splendidly on solo missions, along with carrying out orders from the boss and giving orders of his own.

both of you being busy means you don't really get to see each other often, especially if you both work in the mafia. overseas missions that sometimes take more than several months to complete, nights spent in the headquarters with headaches because of the constantly incoming paperwork etcetera etcetera.

it's a lot. and it's a lot more when chuuya actually needs you. he wants so much to feel something, be it your mouth or you clenching down on him or just your hand getting him off and fuck, does he imagine it being your hand when he jerks himself off once in a while when it gets really impossible.

so once the two of you finally have some time off that you can spend at home—usually he does have a day or two off after particularly hard or long missions, just to get over the jet lag and get all the necessary paperwork prepared—chuuya doesn't necessarily pounce on you immediately after closing the front door, no. he's tired and you're tired no matter the need going through him in these moments.

he gets you both some fancy take-out, soaks his aching muscles in the bath for some time, maybe even sets up a movie or something like that on the tv so that you two can snuggle up against each other on the sofa under some blankets, and it's really not long before you're on top of him and he looks at you with this already needy and basically pleading look which screams "i missed you so much i can't hold myself back anymore please just do anything" and "please do whatever you want with me" when you just got your hands on him, your core sitting right on top of the tightness in his pants.

and it's so fucking humiliating to chuuya too, because, god, he can handle himself perfectly well without sex and he knows it, but once you're near him after some weeks/months away he's already just so painfully hard without even thinking much.

it's even worse when he ends up coming in his pants from barely a few deep kisses and grinding against you. he tries to resist it, tries grabbing onto your forearm and squeezing the hell out of a handful of your ass with another hand, but it's just inevitable when he's been so deprived of you and starved for even smallest bits of touch—not even sex, touch. chuuya swears he sees white behind his closed eyelids as he comes, and he full on moans into your mouth once he feels that his underwear is all sticky, and his breathing refuses to get back to normal for a good few minutes along with his racing heart.

he ends up laughing breathlessly once the kiss is broken, throwing his head back with his chest still rising and falling rather quickly, mumbling something about feeling like a goddamn teenager that just hit puberty and could come in his pants just from some grinding.

he's also very sensitive after his first orgasm, but that's for you to find out only once you grind down on him one more time after a few moments, kind of experimentally, and hear chuuya whine and shudder with his breath hitching and his hand coming to just plant your hips down in one place and hold them there. he already embarrassed himself enough.

or did he?

[johnnylandslide]

WoL Magic Cards Tutorial!

I'd made a custom Magic: the Gathering card of Johnny recently, and shared it in the Seafloor discord, and since there was a lot of interest in the concept I figured a tutorial might be nice so we have something to do while we wait for plugins to come back. Here goes!

Download CardConjurer This is the tool I use to make custom cards. It's just a web app developed by a college student; he got DMCA'd by WOTC so it's not hosted on the internet anymore, but you can still run it locally.

Just unzip the contents somewhere, and then run launcher.exe when you're ready. It should open up the app in a browser tab.

2. Navigate to the Card Creator

3. Pick out a Frame

Enter this search box on the right. We're going to be using the Nickname ("Godzilla") frames. These give us a small subtitle box below the card name that indicates what the Magic card's actual name is.

If you want to create a custom card instead, use the Borderless frames.

In the menu below, you should see the different colors of the borderless frames. You'll have to add three of these elements to the card: the text box, the card name, and the power/toughness box. Do them in that order, by clicking each element and then Add Frame to Card. If your card is legendary (or if you feel like it), use the Crown option rather than just Title.

You'll have to choose the correct color. If your chosen card is monocolor or >=3 colors, this is very easy since you can just choose that color or gold, but for two-color cards the process is slightly more involved. First, add the color that goes on the left using the Add Frame to Card button, and then add the right color using the Add Frame to Card (Right Half) button. Use the gold power/toughness box.

If any of the card elements get out of order, you can reorder them using the layers controls at the bottom of the page.

4. Import the card text

Navigate to the Import/Save tab, and type in the name of the real card you're putting your OC over. Select the specific version of it using the dropdown afterwards.

(For some reason, Firefox suggests completing this field with my credit card information. I think it knows more about Magic than it's letting on.)

After the card is imported, navigate back to the Frame tab, and click Load Frame Version. This will force the text on the card to fit into the frame set that's currently selected in the bar on the right, which should still be the Nickname ("Godzilla") from earlier.

We should have something closely resembling the real card in the editor, now.

5. Make it yours!

First off, go to the Art tab, and upload your image. Once it shows up, you can adjust it by clicking the actual card in the editor. Clicking and dragging pans it around, shift+clicking scales, and ctrl+click rotates.

Next, pop over to the Set Symbol tab and remove it, since this is your own card and isn't from a Magic set.

And now, go over to the Text tab to finish this off! Start by entering your card name into the Nickname tab.

If your chosen card name is too long and ends up clipping the mana cost, you can reduce the width of the text box with the Edit Bounds menu until it fits.

Next, go to Rules Text to update the name if the card refers to itself. I changed all instances of "Vadrik" to "Johnny". Since this card is really just to look at and not to play with, I also renamed the Day/Night mechanic to fit the Black Mage flavor even better. Feel free to get creative!

You can use {flavor} to add flavor text as well. I added the {lns} commands after some words to add line breaks to make the text blocks look better.

You can also edit the typeline in the Type tab, if the creature type doesn't match your WoL. Johnny is already a Human Wizard though, so I didn't have to do that. Technically this would be a mechanical change of the card, but since these aren't real cards anyway I think it's a valid concession to make. Just don't go abusing it if you actually end up printing these out LOL

6. Download the card image

Finally, head back over to Import/Save, scroll all the way to the bottom, and hit Download you card.

And you're done! There's obviously a lot more that's possible with CardConjurer, and tons of avenues for creativity. If you end up following this tutorial, or creating any other FFXIV-related MTG cards, I would really love to see them!

[herefortheships]

All the Small Things...

One of the biggest benefits of Beetlejuice 3 starting with a time skip, if they decide to do it, is that they don't need to spend much time building a dynamic between Lydia and Betelgeuse, if they intent to give them their romantic endgame.

We already saw how they get along in BJBJ and how he continues haunting her at the end, so the base is set. If they do a little time skip, the movie can start with the two of them already having a more established kind of relationship from which the story can take off. They can build their endgame romantic relationship in a believable way, without even needing to have Keaton onscreen more than the amount of time he feels like Betelgeuse should be onscreen (we all know how he believes Betelgeuse can't be in the movie too much <-Totally disagree with him, though! At least for a BJ3 I really feel like he should be onscreen a lot more than 17 minutes).

Lydia and Betelgeuse could have developed a friendship offscreen (or a reluctant friendship, on Lydia's part). OR, better yet, they may totally be acting like an old married couple. They can be shown bickering about little things that only matter when two people care about each other a lot. (I just thought of that clip with a couple arguing because she was shoveling the snow and he didn't want her to do it because that's his job as the husband [I think he even said she was too cute to be doing that 😂]. I wish I could find the clip to put it here. lol)

Little head canon time 💜: Imagine if Betelgeuse acts like her husband whenever he pops up to haunt see her. He makes her coffee every morning; some days he even sets the table for her breakfast, and very night he arranges her slippers by the bed. Lydia acts annoyed, especially at first, "stop trying to see me!" "Just leave me alone, already!" But she secretly loves all the little things he does for her and has gotten used to it. And he does it all because he wants to; he did say he was going to make her happy. The wedding might have not gone through, but, does that matter to him? Nope! He can finally make contact; it's no longer such a long distance relationship anymore. He's gonna make the most of those little moments he can have with her.

And maybe it even takes a lot out of him; he has to focus really hard to appear around her without being summoned, but he doesn't care. He just wants to be there. Maybe he leaves her roses on her bed sometimes, and gets her bath ready for when she comes home from work. It's like someone's taking care of her at all times, but at the same time... He's not truly there. He can only pop in every now and then; he can't be there permanently unless she sets him free. So, when there's a morning Beej can't pop in and make her coffee, Lydia misses him and wonders why he didn't show up today. She has a phantom husband, always there, but also, not truly... Only in his absence does she realize what he's become to her. And that's how she's slowly fallen for him, because of All the Small Things.

[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 | kaiser x reader

— part four

plot: kaiser comforted you after a bad and slow breakup, but what will happen now considering what you two shared? is everything still unexpected or is there something you both simply have yet to realize?. fluff shit 'cause yeah!!

words: 3.2k (3285)

extra: it will probably become a multi part story, tell me if you're interested in a part five!

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!. you can find the other parts of the story by searching in the section dedicated to bllk

Micheal had left the house a few hours earlier, at the first light of dawn: accompanied by two huge suitcases and a train ticket purchased shortly before, he had simply hugged you before leaving for the next few days. Not a word, not a whisper. Just a hug, one of those that touch your soul without you being able to defend yourself

And so, hours after he was gone, you found yourself thinking about how two simple hugs had brought you back to life after months of suffering. The heat of the midday sun filtered through the window, warming your skin slightly, but it was not comparable to the warmth that last night's hug had caused you: Kaiser's problem, or luck, was that he knew exactly how to use words, and, accompanied by his arms tightened around you, the result had been the current confusion in your head. This morning's one had been lighter, perhaps even hasty, but in the same way it had caused a knot in your stomach that after hours and hours still hadn't gone away

What was going on between you and Kaiser?

What happened to the relationship you had before he first walked into that hotel room?

What was happening to you?

You had thought for years that that crush you had on him as a teenager was gone, but now, back in the same house together, you were really revaluating your latest life choices. In a corner of your mind, you wondered what would have changed if instead of dating Gabriel you had stayed in Germany with Kaiser, maybe dating him

If instead of letting everything disappear naturally you had declared yourself, perhaps you would have been together for a few years now. He would obviously have continued with soccer, he would have traveled all over the world as he did but with you at his side, always ready to cheer him on while you would have concentrated on the world of fashion, perhaps becoming a model in this possible universe too. You would spend the nights loving each other and during the day you would simply make it obvious how much you cared for each other. You would simply have been a couple, one of those that perhaps doesn't even destroy destiny even if he tried hard

But that other universe did not exist. There was only and exclusively the universe in which you let yourself be destroyed by someone who actually never really cared about you. There was only the universe where Y/n and Kaiser were always one step away from each other, but never attached

The mattress buckles slightly under your movement as you reach for the remote control on the nightstand. Turn on the television by switching on the channel dedicated to live national matches, where in the pre-match scenes you notice Kaiser appearing training with Ness

You set the nightstand down, turning up the volume as you get out of bed, resting your bare feet on the cold floor. With the comments of the commentator announcing that the match will start soon, you begin to observe the room: it hasn't changed since you were there, the only changes are some prizes including cups and medals placed on the shelves. You sigh, deciding that watching Kaiser's successes now, while your suitcase is still full, isn't the best option

You sit on the floor, starting to take out the few clothes you brought with you. After dividing the clothes into categories you stand up, walking towards a drawer, precisely the lower one

The drawer is practically empty, so you start putting your clothes in there while distractedly listening to the commentator's comments. Without doing so voluntarily, your hands move deeper into the drawer, where they find something hard. You return to reality for a moment due to the unexpected contact, feeling better the material that looks like a metal box

"What will it be...?" you ask to yourself as you take out the box, which weighs more than expected

You look at the object, ask yourself what is inside since due to its weight it must necessarily contain something. You know very well that peeking into other people's things is not polite, and you have never done it in your life. But the more you look at the box, the more something tells you you should open it. Fucking your manners for a moment, you head towards the living room of the house, heading towards the sofa where you sit placing the box on your lap. A little hesitantly, you open the box still feeling anxious that maybe you really shouldn't and put it where it was

But by now, you've opened it

A myriad of letters emerge from the bottom of the box, and so seeing them you could say that there are at least a hundred. A little unsure you grab one, where you read the sender in elegant handwriting that you recognize immediately

— From Kaiser. To Ness

Berlin, autumn

The dates are not specified, but you are amazed to find something like this. A letter for Ness? Why would Kaiser write him a letter? How long ago is it?. You don't know if you should read it or not, but you've already done the damage so you might as well continue

— From Kaiser. To Ness

Berlin, autumn

I seriously can't believe I have to write you a fucking letter. What is happening in Hamburg that has caused the internet to be missing for a month now? Really Ness, you're weird, but the town where you're from is even weirder. Since the situation can no longer be updated via normal messages (and above all because the situation itself is becoming unmanageable for me) I had to resort to this method which honestly makes me feel like an old man from the 1800s writing to his lover so as not to get caught by his wife. I know you didn't laugh, or maybe you did, but in case you didn't I don't care because Y/n would have laughed and that's what matters. Bastard Munchen hasn't been training much lately, maybe it's because half the team is back home for the holidays. I would have liked to return to house too, but seeing my father after a long time wouldn't have given me much pleasure. Returning to the main topic, the situation has degenerated more than I thought. I last saw her on wednesday, and holy shit, seeing her cry was horrible. I hate having to leave her again every time, I really wish I could go back to the time when her brother coached the team and she was always around. It was nice, even though she and I weren't friends at the time. On wednesday I was about to hold her and ask her to come live with me, but how the fuck was I going to tell her? "Hey hi, every time I leave I feel like I want to die, don't you want to come and live with me?" hell no. I know well that the house isn't entirely mine yet and that I still have to sign a few contracts, but by now it should be legally mine before the end of the month. And when it's actually my house, the first room I decide on will be the one where she will stay if I ever ask her and if she ever comes to live with me. Really Ness, it's strange to feel something like that for someone I couldn't even stand until a few years ago. Seeing her after weeks or months without meeting is beautiful every time, and I should seriously stop being like that because I don't recognize myself either. It's as if every time she cheers for me during the matches (you should have seen how excited she was at monday's match!) it's as if I have to prove myself to her as being even better than I already am. Yes, the situation is definitely more desperate and out of control than I thought. I've thought a lot during this time and every now and then I seriously wonder if I should just stop being like this or if I should come out and simply hope for the best answer. But a possible no? Hell, it would ruin everything I currently care most. Hurry up and find a cell phone and an internet line where you can write to me because really, I hate writing letters

Kaiser Micheal

— From Kaiser. To Ness

Berlin, winter

I wonder how it is possible to completely change my opinion in a short time about a day that I have always hated. Y/n decided to spend Christmas at my house this year, instead of making me come to Hamburg like I usually do since we stay apart. Celebrating Christmas with her has always been quite pleasant, her family and especially her brother love me quite well and they don't mind spending such an important day with me. But on the one hand, they are unaware of how much it bothers me that they wish me a happy birthday, because in addition to being Christmas it's also my fucking birthday. I know they don't do it voluntarily, but it bothers me that I can hardly handle. Y/n never wishes me a happy birthday because she knows I hate it, oh god she's perfect. This year was our first Christmas alone, just me and her in the new house; she came saying that being together during this day could be a way to inaugurate the house, which has been mine for a short time now. We were on the couch pretty much the whole time, eating junk that my diet would abolish without a second thought. But you know what? Honestly I don't care much, seeing her laugh while eating candy was quite enjoyable. I don't think I've had such a great day in a long time, but do you know what specifically happened that changed my opinion about my birthday? By mistake, before locking herself in her room to sleep (she stayed until the 29th, she left just before New Year's Eve so she slept at home for almost a week. When I showed her the room I chose for her, obviously hiding the fact that I hoped she would come to live with me, she was happy) she said "happy birthday, Mihya" to me and immediately apologised. But from her, it didn't bother me... it's strange, because I've always hated my birthday. She continued to apologize for at least a full minute, and trust me Ness, I was seriously on the verge of shutting her up by kissing her. Her wishes, somehow, seem more beautiful. When we went to sleep, each in our own rooms, I was awake for at least 2 hours just thinking that SHE was in MY HOUSE in the room ATTACHED to mine. I should seriously consider visiting a psychologist... my God, I should get myself hospitalized because this is not the Kaiser I know. How long will you stay in Hamburg? I hate writing to you

Kaiser Micheal

— From Kaiser. To Ness

Napoli, summer

I don't remember why for every letter I sent you I made a copy that I kept. The last one was more than a year and a half ago, and what's more I had forgotten about this exchange of letters that we had had for a while. But now, with the current situation, obviously I have to update you because, even if it kind of bothers me to admit it, you are the only one who knows how I feel about her, I would have preferred her to understand it honestly. Today Y/n called me, I'm in Italy for special training and the call cost me a few cents, but I don't care. She was a little agitated, and I didn't understand why her voice seemed more shaky than usual. She told me that her brother received a promotion in Denmark, and that her family will be leaving in less than three weeks. I have to admit, the world fell on me a bit when she told me: the mere fact of not being able to see her daily or monthly weighs on me, but not even seeing her for years? Hell, no. And so I told her, Ness. I asked her to come and live with me in Berlin... and she said yes. She said she will catch the first plane next week and when I get home she will already be here. It will no longer be my home, but our home. Hell, it sounds like a pre-marriage course that I wouldn't mind doing with her though. I think I was more afraid of asking her this than of letting Bastard Munchen lose in the last game. Every now and then I seriously wonder if I should honestly just come out and let her decide; don't get me wrong, I would hope for a positive response, but just letting go of this boulder that I've been carrying on my shoulders for at least 3 or 4 years would be enough. I think hiding the fact that I love her is becoming too complicated, and imagine how the situation will get worse once she lives with me. I would simply like to have less paranoia and let myself go, but I prefer to live in doubt if the other option is to lose her. Shit I don't even know what I just said. I often go to the sea during breaks, here in Naples it's nice and Italy isn't as cold as Germany. I swim often, and every now and then when I pop out of the water after going underwater, I swear I see her on the beach. Every now and then I imagine myself being with her, kissing her, just knowing that she loves me. Am I a weirdo? Probably

Kaiser Micheal

— From Kaiser. To Ness

Berlin, spring

It's been just over a month since she went to Italy. Her room hasn't been opened since she left, and I don't plan on doing so until she gets back, because she will. I know that the relationship won't last, that shitty Italian promises her the world but won't give her anything. And when she comes back, I will declare myself, and finally the boulder I carry on my shoulders will go away. At first, a few months ago, I thought she was joking when she said she was seeing someone: not that I believed her, she's a nice and pretty girl, but with someone other than me? God, I'm thankful I knew how to pretend because I would have risked making an unnecessary scene. When she told me she was leaving I was dead inside, and I'm dead inside now too. Did you notice how many times the coach sent me to the bench during practice? I don't blame him honestly, furthermore he said that if I continue like this I might not even show up for the next match. I hate myself for loving her and her for being so lovable!... it's not true, probably loving her and being able to get to know her better is one of the few graces that this shitty life has given me. I wonder if there is a universe where she loves me, where she knows how much she actually mean it to me. One where, as soon as I get home from training, she come up to me wanting to kiss me. One where I attend all her shows and where she knows I'm her number one fan in everything. One where she becomes my wife one day after I promised her that I would give my all just to make her happy. One where I simply declared myself as soon as she went to Hamburg, when we were both 19

Maybe in another universe, Y/n?

Kaiser Micheal

Your hands tremble as you finish reading the fourth letter; wthout you noticing, small tears roll down your cheeks, leaving an annoying wet sensation. You look at the papers, and for the first time since you met Kaiser, you feel like you never really understood him. These letters could even be from 5 years ago, and you have known him for 10 years! How is it possible that in all this time you haven't really understood what was hidden behind that smile you adore so much?

“…Maybe in another universe, Y/n?” reread cautiously, and it's as if a cold shower runs down your body, giving you a sudden feeling of cold

Kaiser loves you, or rather, you don't know if he still does now. Micheal spent years thinking what you're thinking now, where do you imagine yourself dating him instead of that asshole. Kaiser simply saw the girl he loved pass before his eyes, without being able to stop her and tell him what he really felt. Knowing that you hurt him in some way is a wound that becomes more and more painful as the minutes pass. How could you be so damn blind to the person you claimed to know more than yourself?

Still with trembling hands you place the last letter read next to you, on the sofa cushion. You grab the box, ignoring the other letters that you honestly just want to read anymore, and find something at the bottom: three photographs, a small plushie and a small writing on a piece of paper which now seems ruined due time

You look at the first photograph: the Bastard Munchen team smiles in front of the campus training field. Your brother is at one hundred, you next to him between a player you don't recognize and Ness. Kaiser is a little further away, the only one not smiling in the photo. The date at the bottom of the photograph marks the period in which your brother had just obtained the position, so you were 16 at the time. This is probably the first photo of you two together

Now you look at the second photograph: you were a little older here, probably 17 or 18 years old, sitting on the benches in the field. You greeted the person behind the camera, who you remember was Ness. In one corner, you can see Kaiser training but looking at you. A note behind the photograph reads "Even when you were stupid you were cute"

The third photograph however is from a few years later: the stadium is celebrating, you are hugging Kaiser who has one hand on your hip and the other is busy holding a large cup. You both smile, you even have a few tears in your eyes. Another note at the bottom of the photo says "You were the most important thing even in that moment"

You recognize the stuffed animal as one that you left at his house, by mistake, when you moved to Italy. A small stray dog, blond in color and with blue eyes with a cerulean and red collar. You had called him Mihya, because he reminded you terribly of Micheal. The note was old, but you recognized your handwriting: "Always your number one fan, remember that! ♡". You remembered giving it to him after the same game in the third photo, but you thought he had thrown it away some time ago

You observe everything still trembling, while the tears continue to flow without a brake. Kaiser had been, or still was, in love with you. Perhaps the situation was even more complex than it already was before, and perhaps you didn't really know the Michael you considered your best friend

[randomfoggytiger]

I had this question pop into my head the other night, and you were the first person I thought of to answer it.

I've read numerous times about how Scully continually respected Mulder's wishes to not be addressed as "Fox" and how Diana just completely ignored his preference.

What I'm curious about, though, is what you think about Margaret Scully always addressing him as "Fox". It doesn't seem to bother him, unlike when his own mother calls him "Fox".

Anyways, these are the thoughts that keep me up at night 😜

I think he takes it in stride that his parents or Scully's parents (or the older generation in general) are going to call him "Fox" by default. The world is run on social default; and he's clever enough to realize and expect it.

Further, I don't think he minds when his mother calls him Mulder: I think he uses 'Mulder' as a distancing tactic-- something he insisted on, perhaps, during his Star Trek days or his post-divorce mild rebellions or anything that would set him 'apart' from his parents; then carried it into his professional circles. He tenderly smiles when Tena Mulder calls him 'Fox', he doesn't flinch when Bill Mulder calls him 'Fox', he anticipates and smiles over Diana's 'Fox', etc.

Personally, I think he popped that excuse off to Scully because he was feeling uncomfortable... but 'Mulder' changed between them-- became special to them-- because she took his discomfort in stride and respected his wish.

And, actually, it's Scully who reinforces the 'Mulder' moniker to everyone: "Not Fox-- Mulder" is what she keeps repeating to Melissa, and is how she refers to him when talking to Ellen and Maggie and Bill. I think she reinforced it because that was a rule that was set, and she is zealously guarding it: an extension of her territory, if you will. (Hence, her raging jealousy at Dr. Berenbaum or Diana Fowley or etc. etc.) "You may know my partner, but you must call him by the name I call him by."

[kaelyn-stocktonmil]

Alright, you all know me by now, I gotta do Stalks-In-Shadows and SkullFace, my Skyrim self-insert Dark Brotherhood OC, and my Warrior Cats self insert OC respectively. Stalks is going first again!

Lunar: She doesn't get lost in thought very often, but if she does, it's because she's stressed about something. VERY stressed about something.

Celestial: Several, all of which are proven to exist. She believes in Hircine, the Daedric Lord of The Hunt- also known as the creator of werebeasts- she believes in Sithis, the Dread Lord. He is the reason for the Dark Brotherhood's existence, and the reason for her role as a Shadowscale. Akatosh, the father of dragons, and the reason she gained wings in a fight to save the Dawnstar Sanctuary from Wolfsbane, a pure-blood werebeast hunter. And of course, The Hist, the Argonian's belief of reincarnation after death...all of these have a different place to go after death...her future after death is uncertain.

Nova: Her relationship is great! They are former Shadowscales as well, and are the reason for her lycanthropy. That sounds like sarcasm, but it's actually not. They set her up for the best life unintentionally, and one day met her again, as purified werebeasts. Now? She can see them if she so wishes now that she knows where to look.

Moonlight: Stalks...actually has none. Not kidding. Even as an assassin, she has morals. If she is given a contract she believes is innocent, she won't do it, and will appeal to the Night Mother to spare the target. As the Listener, she has more sway in the matter.

Orion: Veezara. And cuddles.

Twilight: Losing her Family. Her children, her mate, her brothers and sisters of the Brotherhood and her parents...she would have nothing.

Stellar: She does have good self-esteem, despite her occupation as an assassin.

Jupiter: Half and half on that one.

Empyrean: Her Family. Fighting for them. Fighting for the people who have been done wrong and have prayed to the Night Mother for aid. And aiding those who are not guilty of anything.

Dusk: Easily messing with her Family, picking on others who have done nothing and cannot defend themselves- HURTING HER CHILDREN(This did happen to her adopted children, Aventus and Sajjah when they went to a festival in Dawnstar, some thugs saw them counting their coins(the septims they had been GIVEN to buy stuff at the festival without fighting over what they wanted- they were given a 100 septims each. After the contract on the emperor, money really isn't much of an issue anymore. The Brotherhood is basically set up for life, and that's further solidified by the fact that they're gaining a steady income from new contracts now.)and thought they had stolen from one of them, seeing as one of them had been pickpocketed...and with Sajjah being a Khajiit, they saw it as enough of a reason to grab her by the scruff- AND BREAK AVENTUS' RIBS- when he tried to defend his sister with a dagger he bought. Needless to say, those 3 men? Only ONE of them made it out alive that night, because he did not partake in the assault. The other 2? Mutilated by the ENTIRE FAMILY.

Dawn: Supernatural? No. Well, unless you count her lycanthropy. Other than that? The rest of her abilities are evolutionary advantages, or old genes resurfacing in her. For one, as a Shadowscale, she can turn invisible at will. Some Argonian's also have the ability to spit acid, and while it's become less prominent in recent generations, Stalks does have acid glands, and she can use them. She also has a unique foot structure- that of a raptor's, toe claw's included.

Vega: Hidden? No. Out in the open? Many.

SkullFace is next!

OC ASK GAME

Night Sky Addition

LUNAR - How often do they get lost in thougt?

CELESTIAL - Do they believe in any higher being?

NOVA - How is their relationship with their parents?

MOONLIGHT - What is their biggest personality flaw?

ORION - Who/what do they go for comfort?

TWILIGHT - What would put them past their breaking point?

STELLAR - Do they have good or bad self esteem?

JUPITER - Do they believe everything happens for a reason?

EMPYREAN - Where do they find their inner strength from?

DUSK - What is something that prokes their anger?

DAWN - Do they have any magical/super normal capabilities?

VEGA - Do they have any hidden talents?

[likesummerrainn]

My layers, all these sides, could you stick by for the ride?

Hangman Page Birthday Week 2024: ⤷ Day 6 - Favorite Relationship: Hangman/Matt Jackson @swervestrickland

[somegrumpynerd]

It was one of the rare nights that Nightmare decided to actually retire to his room for the night. He didn't need sleep, with enough flow of negativity he could easily survive without it, but sometimes it was nice to just lay down and rest.

He had a dream. They were rare too, if only because he slept so infrequently, but this particular one was common for him when he did. It was about killing Dream. The ongoing war between them was constant on his mind, so it made sense it would invade his unwaking hours as well. In it, he finally managed to crush the life from his twin, in the process gaining unwavering control over the entire multiverse as he watched the other's eyelights dim.

He sat up in his bed.

He was panting. His tendrils, slowly reforming from behind him, were trembling as they hung uncertainly in the air. He realised slowly as he returned to reality that he was gripping the sheets tightly with both hands.

Panic was an emotion Nightmare had rarely been on the other side of for centuries. It took him a few long moments to even identify it from within his own soul, rotten and imprisoned under the corruption. It took him even longer to identify the part of him that he had long assumed dead, which was crying out for nothing more than to cling to his brother for comfort.

For the first time in hundreds of years, Nightmare wasn't sure what he wanted anymore.

[all-pacas]

i mean thank you for the incredible idea, i am so obsessed??

-

"How's your back today?" Cameron asks with naked concern, catching up to Chase on his way to the elevators. Pain varies, and his limp gets worse the less he sleeps, the more he pushes himself. There are days he comes in without a crutch at all, only to swing by the ER in the afternoon for a set. There are days she wishes she could shove his ass into a wheelchair.

This morning he's crutch-free, but already limping. Predictably, he ignores the question. "Is that file for me?"

Cameron bites back a sigh and hands him the file. "Yes. Seventeen year old kid. Blurred vision, night terrors, no sexual abuse or head trauma."

"Fine," Chase says, taking the file. He usually accepts her referrals without a fuss, but that doesn't mean he'll actually do anything with them, she knows from experience. Sometimes he'll look them over, or have one of his underlings handle it. Sometimes they just sit on his desk for weeks until she gets Foreman to intervene.

"You never answered my question," Cameron adds as they wait for an elevator. It's empty, so she takes the chance and follows him inside.

"Are you going to follow me until I do?" Chase asks, looking at the kid's chart with an expression of pointed boredom. "I'm fine." He's all but leaning against the elevator wall, anything to take some of the weight off his legs.

"You shouldn't leave your crutches at home. Are you even still going to PT? I'll talk to —"

"Are we married, Allison?" he interrupts curtly, and Cameron stops talking, stung: she hates that her first name is now a weapon in his arsenal. "I'm fine. I'll have my team talk to the kid," he adds, as the elevator doors slide open onto the fourth floor.

"Thank you," she says bitterly, and watches him limp towards his office.

House Swapped au where you have

Dr Foreman, Dean of Medicine. First black person to act as such in PPTH’s history, and equally proud and defensive of it. No longer practicing neurology, but has a keen interest in mentoring med students and residents. Set up the Department of Diagnostic Medicine for Chase, and has a (not so) secret interest in participating, even if he thinks he shouldn’t. Often manages to get roped in somehow, anyhow. Not many at the hospital like him, although they do respect him.

Dr Cameron, department head of the E.R. Formerly an immunologist, after her husband’s death she prefers the fast paced environment, but is still available for immunology consults. Loves doing Clinic, is on the transplant board, one of the main routes through which diagnostics gets their cases, and involved in as much hospital business as she has time for. Her relationship with Dr Chase is tumultuous, in an on-again off-again are-they-together-or-not situationship. They’re friends, and sometimes lovers, but they’re too unstable to be long-term partners.

And Dr Chase, intensivist and surgeon turned crackpot diagnostician after a freak altercation with an intensive care patient left him reliant on a crutch (of course, with no House to diagnose him, a week of PT isn’t the solution). Although NOT addicted to Vicodin, he remains bitter/traumatized about the situation and refuses to interact with patients, often going to extreme lengths to avoid them. In a weird thing with Cameron, a brutal gossip and flirt, and mostly well-liked among the nurses, if not somewhat pitied (but only by the new ones). Bad at keeping fellows due to his less-than-stellar teaching style, but maybe this newest batch will be alright:

Dr Cuddy, an endocrinologist recently off of her residency. Has big goals and lofty ambitions, and will do anything to get there. Not the best diagnostic fellow, but she can handle her colleagues and is incredibly good at handling patients and their families. Is probably fooling around with one of the new hotshot hospital lawyers, but no one can prove it. Wants kids one day, but she’s more focused on her career right now.

Dr Wilson, once-divorced oncologist. A strange fellowship to end up in, but after his friend told him about the position decided to apply. Spends his weekends looking for his lost brother. Hoping the fellowship will offer him a chance to join the oncology department. Also good at dealing with patients, he’s the go-to for delivering bad news. Chronic flirt, but on good terms with all the nurses.

And Dr House, nephrologist and infectious disease specialist, who took the position in diagnostics because he was “getting bored” with his other specialities. Loud, abrasive, and boisterous, he’s Chase’s go-to for b&e and sniffing out patient lies. Is unfortunately the most stubborn, and will do anything to prove himself right, including getting assaulted on several occasions. Chase’s longest running employee, he met Wilson several years ago in New Orleans and convinced him to move to Princeton. Cuddy he met in med school, and they’ve kept in touch since.

[newkiqx]

i got five young mice to accompany my remaining old blind lady mouse, she was only alone for a few days but it was pretty obvious she didn't like that

Now she's got these five rascals to deal with, she's getting along pretty well with four of them already, but the fifth one is giving her a bit of a hard time, even though she's so careful and sweet. I'm sure she'll come around though.

[onyxhellebore]

x

[webism]

prt one, prt three

pornstar!satoru who pays for a month of your onlyfans—for research purposes. he needs to find out who this boyfriend of yours is, and figure out a way to get rid of him.

pornstar!satoru who knew it was a long shot, that you might not even show him on your page at all. and of course he got distracted a few times whilst scrolling through your posts, dick rock solid and at attention with each new angle of you of his screen.

pornstar!satoru who, when he finds the more homemade stuff, he’s pathetically jealous of the man that frequents your bed so often. how big his hands look as they lay lovingly over your skin, how in love you look as you suck his cock, how well his tip hits your g-spot over and over and—of course he fucking knows him. a video of you on your back piques his attention, your man in between your legs and lapping at your needy pussy like he’s starved. satoru knows that long hair, that cheeky sexdrunk smile that pulls at his lips while he eats you out, he knows those purple fucking eyes that turn to glance at the camera.

of course it’s pornstar!suguru.

pornstar!satoru who suddenly has his cock out, languid strokes of his fist over his length is nothing to the memories of pornstar!suguru's lips wrapped around his length. who is so enthralled by the knowledge that both him and his former co-star have gotten to feel the flutter of your pussy around their cocks.

pornstar!satoru whos fingers are frantic as he searches for more of you together, and ends up spending way too much money on subscriptions just to watch you get fucked stupid on the same cock that he once did for a film a few years back. who wonders if you feel the same stretch with suguru as you did with him. if you were forced to choose, relationships be damned, who you'd say made you cum harder.

pornstar!satoru whos dick gets impossibly harder at the thought of you not choosing at all. who lets himself picture it, you spread out for both him and pornstar!suguru, your eyes wide at the prospect of taking both of them at once. how he'd take your mouth first, how with each thrust of suguru into your pussy would push you forward onto his cock. how he'd kiss your boyfriend breathless while they're both balls-deep inside of you.

pornstar!satoru who strokes himself along to a video of you riding pornstar!suguru. who times his orgasm just right with your shared one, who goes fucking blind for a moment with the way his climax washes over him. your noises, suguru's noises, the imagined smell of sweat in the air. he moans, a dirty mixture of your name and his, something embarrassing and still he remains steadfast in his lust.

pornstar!satoru who, because he respects himself at least a little, gives himself fifteen minutes for post nut clarity to set in. and when it doesn't, he's texting his agent in the dead of night and very firmly requesting to be booked again

with both of you.

pornstar!suguru who, upon having you home from a particularly tiring shoot, is doting on you with heart-shaped pupils. He's got you laying down with him on the couch, big hands working magic on your sore muscles.

pornstar!suguru who doesn't always ask for details about your shoots. he knows it's just work, hell, he's a pornstar himself, he doesn't need the raunchy details of your jobs to keep himself from spiralling. but something about today feels different. today, you seem uncharacteristically fucked out.

pornstar!suguru who is more than surprised when you're still rearing to get fucked silly that night. you groan about your shoot with a new pornstar, and how his touch is still lingering on your mind. and suguru laughs, because jealousy doesn't come easy to him-- if anything, knowing you're still in his bed at the end of the day just gets him even more worked up.

its when pornstar!suguru bottoms out inside of you, that shared gasp of ecstasy leaving both your lips that you mention how he asked you out for drinks after the shoot. you add on, of course, that you turned him down, but the comment still has your boyfriends interest piqued.

pornstar!suguru who, with a kiss to the corner of your lips and a gentle thrust into you, asks who this admirer of yours is. and just as the names about to leave your lips, his phone chimes on the bed with an email.

an offer. a threesome shoot: him, you, and a second male. it's the best paying shoot he's gotten in a long time. he hasnt quite scrolled down to see who the other talent was, so when you snatch his phone, legs still wrapped around his waist, he catches that smile on your lips. he catches the way you clench around him.

"that's him," you speak, such pretty words from your lips as you turn the screen to show him the name and headshot of pornstar!satoru.

and pornstar!suguru's dick gets impossibly harder.

tags: @meowforluv @p1xlesk1nn @ch3rryistheg @miizuzu @okayiamkassandra

PART THREE HERE!

[wizardingsouls]

there's a ghost of a smile from sirius. a real smile. he would take that any day, every chance he could. even though its fleeting, it's something. it's still progress in the right direction. " i know i don't have to. " rather he knows he isn't obligated in any legal or technical sense, but he isn't so sure he could step back without being very firmly told off first. james was working on fully learning that particular lesson, slowly.

he hovers uncertainly while sirius orients himself, ready to catch the other if need be. any point of being okay remains a long way off, but padfoot genuinely already looked better than when they had first brought him home. sirius had been practically skeletal when he already had been the skinniest of them. colorless. remus and james had worked hard to get him to this point, helped by harry's presence, and james has to remind himself they can't rush anything without risking hurting sirius first. sirius hurt more than enough.

moony. okay, that was doable; if remus got irked about it, james would make sure to take the blame but he doubts it will be an issue. it twinges at him a little to not be the one chosen, but understands why it might not be the best idea...and remus did have the best taste in comfy jumpers. " mad? what? no, of course not, " he promises easily, habit driving a steadying touch to the shoulder as sirius sits, as he leans against the edge of the counter. " we didn't want to make you feel cornered. " or for harry to get caught in their crossfire, though he doesn't add that part. " right: dittany first, and then cleaning up, " he murmurs half to himself to keep somewhat on track. a vial summoned, clean cloth set beside the sink, and he's keeping note to maintain some kind of contact to hopefully keep sirius a little more grounded. they can do this.

" he's probably going to keep harry company for a while, to give us time, okay? if nothing else we'll all see each other again in the morning, " james clarifies as he takes sirius's hand in his to hold still for applying the dittany. lucky it doesn't take much of the stuff to work, and relatively painless, but james still finds himself soothing his thumb over newly healed skin too. just to be absolutely sure that he doesn't miss anything. only when he turns to put the vial away and start the faucet does james catch a glimpse of what he looks like, startled by stark smears of red. shit, he hadn't even considered that, too busy taking in the touches before and more occupied with keeping sirius's face cleared of mess.

" shit, pads, i'm sorry. i-- hold on. " the apology is immediate, words stumbled out over dampening the cloth and wiping the streaks away. it wasn't a lot, the actual injury having not been too large or deep, but enough to be painfully noticeable. he's in enough rush to scrub overly-harsh at his cheek and neck to leave pink marks behind, skin prickling at the cool water. there's nothing to be done for the shirt until he can get it washed, which was fine, but he wasn't going to sit there and purposely look a mess when sirius was already struggling to keep hold of the lucid moment. " i know you don't like cold water much, but that doesn't mean i'm a fan of it either, " he belatedly thinks to tease once the flicker of panic is gone, shaken off when his reflection said he was fine again. the little left on his hands is even easier to remove with the rinsing of the cloth now that the water had time to warm. not the most ideal in avoiding staining perhaps, but he didn't think the shock of cold would do any good.

he has to remind himself to take a slow breath again by the time he's ready to take sirius's hand in his again, far gentler removing the smears on the other than he had been on himself. a quieter task to focus on than before, but if he could stay steady then sirius could hold on. one thing at a time, inching themselves closer to being through the night. tomorrow could be worried about when they got to it. " ...i really am sorry, sirius. that i didn't ask first, " james says softly as he inspects for any spots left before moving onto the other hand, mulling over how immediate he'd been in kissing the other earlier. how quickly missing sirius and being constantly touching and kissing whenever they wanted had overrun his knowing better than not to. " promise you'll tell me if i do it again, or if you aren't sure, so i can stop. " so he can avoid making sirius crash again. prevent injuries and tears, with any luck. he'll love on sirius in any way he's allowed to, as often as he can, but he did not want the price to be the other's shredded peace.

" not all bad. i've been getting to hold you, " james points out with an easy smile, though it doesn't last long against the other's increasing upset or sirius pulling away from him. he scarcely gets out a sound of protest before padfoot is righting himself from the floor, and james loathes that he has to take a minute to steel himself before he can stand too. " what helps is getting to take care of you. " it's more dismissive of his own state than he probably should be, but he'd live. he had so far, after all.

and now that they are standing, he can definitely feel how much he'd been pushing at the limits, nearing what would have been a lot of pain later if he hadn't moved already. but sirius didn't need to know that.

" let's get some dittany and clean your hands up, okay? i can walk it off, " he promises softly, careful to lean slightly less of his weight on the weak side. it'd just be embarrassing to collapse now, after insisting upon being fine. " and then we can dig out a jumper for you to borrow. mine or moony's, whichever you want. " he's hoping the directives being soft are good enough to get sirius to follow his lead without resisting, trying to coax without just dragging sirius along.

[girlwithrituals]

GLOW UP GUIDE FOR 2025⠀

READ: On average, it takes more than 2 months before a new behavior becomes automatic — 66 days to be exact. And considering that 2025 is precisely these many days away, why not start with our glow up plan already?

Physical Glow Up-

BODY

— 5-10K steps a day.

— 7-8 hours of sleep.

— workout everyday for 1 hr atleast- yoga/stretching/pilates/cardio. a workout may take one hour, but your mood will be boosted for the next 12 hours.

— posture training.

— sunlight exposure after waking up for at least 10 minutes.

NUTRITION

— 2-3 liters of water every day.

— limit your caffeine intake.

— avoid sugars as much as you can.

— high protein diet, pre and probiotics.

— more fruits and veggies (+ green smoothies if you like).

— no junk/processed food/trans fat.

— no eating after 8 pm.

SKINCARE

— be clear on your skin type (oily, dry, combination, sensitive).

— once you're clear, use these accordingly- cleanser, toner, targeted serum, eye cream, moisturizer, sunscreen (≥50 spf).

— keep your bedding clean as well.

— no picking of skin on your lips, cuticle etc.

— gua sha to help improve blood circulation and lessen toxins.

— cold therapy may take three to five minutes of being uncomfortable, but your energy levels will be boosted for the rest of the day.

— remove makeup before you go to bed.

BODY CARE

— shower every day.

— exfoliate 2x a week.

— use body lotion (shea butter/aloe vera gel/coconut oil).

HAIR CARE

— wash hair 2-3x a week

— oil your scalp 2x a week, at least 3 hours before shampoo.

— hair mask 1x per week.

— never brush wet hair.

— use silk pillow case.

HYGIENE

— brush your teeth 2x a day, clean tongue and the roof of the mouth daily.

— floss daily.

— cut your nails 1x a week, never remove the cuticles.

— glycolic acid under arm for odor and discoloration.

— never use soap on your coochie.

Mental Glow Up-

MINDSET

— set clear goals- define and breakdown your aspirations.

— start your mornings with positive affirmations.

— surround yourself with uplifting content and people.

— be shamelessly selfish to your career and mental health, remove anyone or anything that doesn't align with your priorities and wellbeing.

— boost your brain health by these 4 neuroscience tools:

difficult first: start your day with the most difficult task (cortisol and dopamine are high in the body meaning that your body/mind is primed to work).

rest your eyes: introduce a micro-pause after learning by resting/closing your eyes - will help retain information better.

tomorrow's worries: write tomorrow's to-do list before bed as it is proven to be effective in helping you fall asleep.

find time to play: engage in low-stake play. can be anything you find fun but where the outcome doesn't matter (induces neuroplasticity + reduces stress).

MIND

— meditation might take as low as ten minutes, but your focus will be improved for the rest of the day.

— no social media after waking up and at least an hour before bed.

— keep aside 1 hr of time to read daily! reading a new book may take five hours, but you will keep the knowledge forever.

— journaling, gratitude.

— digital detox once a week or for 12 hours.

— limit unnecessary screentime, unfollow or cut off people you don't want to see.

JOURNALING

— choose a regular time each day to journal, making it a part of your routine.

— find a quiet, comfortable place free from distractions. light a candle if you want.

— allow your thoughts to flow without censoring or editing.

— write about your feelings and emotions to understand them better. write about things you are thankful for to boost your mood. write about your short-term and long-term goals. identify what triggers certain emotions or reactions

— set a timer for 5-10 minutes and write continuously during that time.

— reflect on both positive experiences and challenges.

— make lists, journal your thoughts on these questions.

— journal at night to clear your mind before bedtime, because emotions and thoughts lose their power once we acknowledge them.

— a gratitude practice may take five minutes, but your mindset will be shifted for the rest of the day.

AFFIRMATIONS

— customise affirmations to your needs.

Personal Life-

WEEKLY TASKS

— initiate small changes: begin with small, manageable tasks such as making your bed or cleaning your room every sunday.

— celebrate your success: reward yourself when you achieve your goals or have a consistently productive week. consider treats like buying flowers for yourself or watching your favorite show.

DAILY WORK

— set achievable goals: establish realistic goals for the day, week, or month ahead.

— track your progress.

— organise your work space, declutter your shelves etc.

— embrace the power of lists: keep a list of tasks to be done and their deadlines. this way, you start each day with a clear plan. to make it visually appealing and motivating, consider using productivity apps like evernote, habit tracker, or notion.

PRODUCTIVITY TIPS

— wake up early.

— plan ahead everything, do scheduling. you can use:

google calendar / notion / tasks .

— if the task takes less than 2 minutes to finish, do it immediately.

— countdown rule, if you are procrastinating, count 1-2-3-4-5 and jump.

— start slow, don't rush and try to do everything at one time.

— follow a proper routine, use app locks based on screentime.

— pomodoro technique, 25 min work, and 5 min break.

— schedule longer break times as well e.g 30 min nap.

[sunni-stuff]

Price who fumbles at first sight of his new assistant; falls head over heals immediately. There's no way you needed this job; surely you had a boyfriend or someone to take care of your pretty little head.

Price who barely giving you any work, at most, you'd have a single sheet on your desk needing to be signed and then sending you off early, giving you his card to spend to your hearts content. Don't worry about the stack of papers on his desk. No need for someone like you to lift a finger.

Price who sets up to have you stay late on some days when he finds out you're single. He insists on taking you out to dinner. It's the least he can do for taking up your time, dovie. Brings you to a real fancy place and doesn't hide the satisfied smirk on his face when you comment how you've never been somewhere so nice before.

Tries to be respectful as you talk about your day, but his eyes keep straying down to the tight bodice you're wearing, breast pushing up real nice, giving him a good view while he drinks from his wine glass. Though he damn near breaks it when the waiter lingers too long, badgering you about a refill when really he wanted another glance at what he can't have.

The night ends with Price taking a really tispy you home and fucking you face down into the mattress. His hands roam your back, trailing from your spine down to your ass, squeezing every bit of flesh he can get his paws on. He commits everything about you to memory.

The way you moan when he kisses your neck, the way he can make you tighten around him by playing with the curves of your body, and how your orgasm sounds like church bells ringing. He decides right then and there he wants to keep you forever, he cums twice that night, pumping you nice and full.

The next day, Price shows up to work excitedly, thinking you'd finally throw him a bone, tell him that you see more than just one night. He's completely disappointed when you treat him the same. Oh, okay, that's fine. If everything that occurred was just for the moment, he could live with that. Price lives through the memory. It keeps him up at night, leaving him painfully yearning for you.

For a while, this continues until you walk into his office a couple of weeks later, all nervous, stuttering over your own words, claiming you missed your period.

P2

[kittywhimsical]

thinking about simon riley waiting for you when you come home from work.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

during the times he's been on deployment, you still had to wake up every weekday at 6 and go to work from 7 to 3 which fills the empty void in your heart but still, you dread to go back to an empty home.

so, when simon comes back after 3 long months on deployment, he sets his bags down and kicks his boots off, treading to the bathroom and taking a shower so at least he doesn't reek of sweat and war when his missus comes home. he turns the shower off, gets changed, makes himself a cuppa, and sits on the couch patiently waiting for you.

when he hears your car parking in the driveway, he can't help but feel his lips curl up a bit knowing you won't walk into an empty house anymore.

unlocking the door, you let out a long, exhausted sigh after a day of scolding interns who barely do their job right. much to your surprise, after walking in and taking off your shoes, you see your husbands boots on the spot of the rack that has been empty for the past 3 months. whipping your head around, you see simon riley smiling right at you, sitting on the couch in your shared living room.

"simon!" you let out as you run over to your husband, engulfing him in an embrace he reciprocates with his bear hugs. "hi luvie" he responds back as he nuzzles his face into your neck, "i missed you".

that night, he tells you that he's decided to resign from the 141, saying that he can't go to war knowing the dangers and turmoil it may bring in future deployments. and knowing that you are home alone every night, worrying about him, having to lay alone in your shared bed.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

this is my first drabble (i think thats what its called?) likes + reblogs or comments are much appreciated !!