#ffs i am tired of this world

[absolute-lithops-effecting]

It's insane how zionists are always so shocked that i care about the lives of inoccent palestinians and the lives of inoccent jews equally like "woww!! you seriously care about the lives of all people regardless of their race equally?? What?? How dare you not be racist!!" and they always go like "but,, 🥺🥺,, palestinian children are raised to be terrorist and are taught and they should kill all the jews🥺,," like what?? Cause like even if that was true (which it isn't) what's still a literal child?? Who didn't choose to be born in this conditions?? Like, so what you're saying is that if an israeli israeli man goes into a mosque and kills 10 palestinians and has raised his children that they should kill palestinians than it's completely okay to kill his children?? Cause that's kind of what you're sounds like. Like, why is it controversial to think children shouldn't be killed because who their parents are or where they're born?? Why is it controversial to care about the lives of inoccent people equally regardless of their race???

[krysmcscience]

So, uh...it turns out that over $2500 worth of solar power stations was stolen from the inside of my locked cargo trailer, which was supposed to be a makeshift camper for me to live in if my general situation went too far south. The thief just switched out the locks so I wouldn't notice anything amiss whenever I passed by. And...I cannot afford to replace those stations, by any stretch of the imagination.

Which means that, once again, my commissions are open. If the prices are a bit too painful for your wallet, just sharing the word would do wonders to help me out. I also offer Timed Drawings, where I spend two minutes drawing for every dollar spent - and I can do more with that time than you might expect, so you can get a nice quick sketch for just a dollar!

I will not ask for donations, meanwhile, but if you're willing and able to spare a little change, I would be ever so grateful to you!

✨Thanks in advance!✨

Meanwhile, to everyone who steals from poor people, enjoy these two whole middle fingers and shared custody of my reliably shitty luck! :D

[novaursa]

Can I request a Jacaerys Velarion x sister?

where she follows her brother Lucerys against her mother's orders

Seeing Aegon on Vhagar she intercepts her beloved younger brother in the storm and orders him to hide, saving his life. she on her dragon attacks Aegon and Vhagar. They fight in the fierce storm injuring them forcing them to escape. She and her dragon were so tired that they fell.

The next day Lucerys finds her badly injured unable to wake up. with her dragon growling at Lucerys and trying to calm him down to try and get her sister to safety with the maesters. She is in a coma due to the blow but not bad enough to die. but when she wakes up she remembers nothing, not even her brother, mother, and brother/husband. Just remember that his dragon is always with him, he always escapes from his chambers to be near him and when they want to take her to his bedrooms she doesn't want to and when he sees that they are forcing her, his dragon tries to unfederate her. Please

Between Sky and Sea

Requests are closed!

- Summary: You disobeyed your mother and went after Luke. You wake with no recollection of it.

- Paring: (wife) sister!reader/Jacaerys Velaryon

- Note: The reader is bonded with Vermirhor. I had to bend this request really badly so I can make a plot of it in just 1000 words. There is too much going on.

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne

The ache in your body feels like it belongs to someone else, foreign and distant, tugging at the edges of your awareness. You stir in the silence of your chambers, eyes fluttering open, the world slow to come into focus. The first thing you notice is the weight of the blankets wrapped around you, heavy and stifling, your limbs weak as you try to shift beneath them. The air is filled with the smell of herbs and smoke, a scent you recognize but can’t quite place.

You blink slowly, confusion clouding your thoughts. The room is dim, lit only by the faint flicker of candlelight. Shadows stretch across the walls, their movement almost hypnotic, as if swaying to a rhythm you cannot hear. Your head feels heavy, your mind sluggish. Something is wrong—something happened.

But what?

A sudden warmth at your side pulls you from the fog in your mind. Turning your head, your gaze lands on him—Jacaerys. His dark curls fall in disarray around his face, his features tight with worry, the strain of sleepless nights evident in his expression. He sits close, his hand clasping yours, as if he’s afraid to let go.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper, raw with relief and something deeper. “You’re awake.”

You try to speak, but your throat is dry, your voice nothing more than a rasp. “Jace…”

His hand tightens around yours. “Don’t strain yourself. You’ve been… asleep for some time.”

As his words sink in, fragments of memory begin to stir, faint and elusive. You remember Vermithor, his powerful roar as it echoed across the skies, the feeling of his scales beneath your hands, the steady rhythm of his flight. There was fire—so much fire—and a rush of wind, the sensation of falling…

But that’s all. Beyond Vermithor, everything is a haze.

“I… I don’t remember,” you murmur, frowning as the strain of trying to piece the broken memories together makes your head throb. “What happened? Why… why am I here?”

Jacaerys looks away for a moment, his jaw tight, before meeting your gaze again. “You don’t remember anything?”

You shake your head, frustration bubbling in your chest. “I remember Vermithor. I remember flying with him. But after that… it’s all gone.”

A shadow passes over his face, something dark and painful flickering in his eyes. “Storm’s End,” he says quietly. “You flew to Storm’s End. Mother—she told you to stay here, but you didn’t listen. You… you went to save Luke.”

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of Luke, and for a brief, dizzying moment, images flash through your mind—Luke, small and fragile in the stormy skies, the massive form of Vhagar looming over him, the thunderous beat of wings. You gasp, your hand instinctively reaching for your chest as the memory claws at you.

“I—” Your voice breaks, the words caught in your throat. “I remember… Aemond. He was going to—” Your breath hitches, panic beginning to rise as the pieces start to fall into place. “I tried to stop him. I had to stop him.”

Jacaerys' grip on your hand is firm, grounding you. “You did,” he says, his voice steady but strained. “You fought him, Y/N. You and Vermithor… you fought off Vhagar. You saved Luke.”

Relief floods through you, but it’s short-lived as Jace continues, his expression darkening. “But… you fell. From the saddle.”

The weight of his words presses down on you, the memory returning in a rush—a violent jolt, your fingers slipping from the reins, the ground rushing up to meet you. The sensation of falling, of helplessness, seizes your chest, and you feel your stomach twist.

“I… fell?” Your voice is small, disbelief and confusion lacing every word.

Jace nods, his jaw clenched. “Vermithor tried to catch you, but it was too late. You hit the water hard. They pulled you from the sea, Y/N. You’ve been unconscious ever since.”

You close your eyes, the enormity of what he’s saying sinking in. You should have died. By all rights, you should be dead. But here you are, alive, your brother at your side, the weight of the world suddenly so much heavier on your shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “I disobeyed mother. I should have—”

“Don’t,” Jace interrupts, his voice firm, but there’s a tenderness in his eyes that quiets the guilt swirling inside you. “Don’t apologize. You saved Luke. If you hadn’t… I don’t want to think about what could’ve happened.”

For a moment, the room is quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fire and your own uneven breathing. Jace’s hand never leaves yours, his touch warm and steady. There’s a vulnerability in his eyes that you’ve rarely seen before, a rawness that makes your heart ache.

“You scared me,” he says finally, his voice soft. “I thought I’d lost you.”

You meet his gaze, your heart tightening at the weight of his words. You’ve always known how much he cares for you—Jace, your brother, your husband—but seeing the depth of his fear, of his love, laid bare before you now, it’s almost overwhelming.

“I’m here,” you say softly, squeezing his hand. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He exhales shakily, and before you can say anything else, he leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours. The gesture is simple, but it’s filled with a quiet desperation, a need for reassurance that you’re still here, still his. You close your eyes, letting the warmth of his presence wrap around you, grounding you in the moment.

After a long moment, he pulls back, his eyes searching yours. “I won’t let you go again,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “I swear it.”

You smile faintly, your heart full despite the lingering pain in your body and the confusion in your mind. “I’ll hold you to that.”

As the silence stretches between you, the only sound is the steady rhythm of your breaths, syncing together in the dim light of the room. The weight of the past fades for a moment, and all that matters is that you’re here, together, safe—for now.

But even as you rest in the comfort of his presence, a part of you aches for Vermithor. You can feel him, somewhere far away, restless and agitated. You will have to see him soon.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 425: New Normal

Previously on BnHA: Everyone was all “and with that we conclude our final battle for better or worse!! We will now commence our slow return to the new normal, beginning with our protagonist and deuteragonist who are miraculously more or less intact, albeit exhausted and mildly traumatized. Also the words ‘more or less’ are kind of doing a lot of heavy lifting there.”

Today on BnHA: The Big 3 and Aoyama are OUT. Shinsou is IN. The Tododrama is PENDING, and the mysterious figure in the shadows is UNIDENTIFIED. Also class 1-A finally becomes class 2-A and it only took them 425 chapters and TEN LONG YEARS. Can you imagine if this series had actually run throughout their high school experience like people once expected. “THE YEAR IS 2044 AND MY HERO ACADEMIA IS FINALLY WINDING TO A CLOSE.” There’s an alternate universe somewhere where this actually happened and we were all so very, very tired.

This is once again a shorter than usual reaction summary post, as opposed to my typical page-by-page liveblog. Not gonna have time to do those for a while yet most likely, but like hell am I gonna miss out on the last days of the series, so here we are.

Once again basing this off of @pikahlua’s spoiler translation summary here!

watching the eighteen inch tall Rat Principal standing at a podium overseeing this graduation ceremony is surreal in the most wonderful way. it’s like receiving your diploma from a sentient Funko Pop

I love how they established that Mic sitting there screaming at the top of his lungs is also a beloved U.A. graduation tradition, and that the senpais just roll with it while everyone else is in varying stages of trying to decide if it’s too late to transfer to another school

ngl sometimes I forget that Ochako and Toga were actually the second canonical f/f ship in this series. shoutout to Hadou and her adorable girlfriend whose name I absolutely cannot recall

absolutely wild that Horikoshi gives credit to Rat Principal for coordinating the entire disaster recovery nationwide. are you serious. the “world-famous” Principal Nezu?? you’re telling me this little capybara is effectively the secret president of Japan now or something. when does he even sleep

“the principal made great contributions to quirk morality education” is also a VERY interesting tidbit that I really want to know more about. “hey guys what if we did a better job at teaching people not to be dicks with their quirks” AND JUST LIKE THAT JAPAN WAS SAVED huzzah

“we lost many things, but we gained nothing” is both HILARIOUS and soundly depressing, but I can see what he’s trying to get at. still an odd choice for a graduation speech though. “our job is all about harm reduction, and we couldn’t even do that this time around, but in the future we hope to balance things out and maybe even get some net positive impact going!” lmao. again it’s all true, and in all honesty it’s spectacular that they managed as well as they did, all things considered. and I guess it would have been disingenuous to just ignore the reality of everything this particular school body has been through and pretend like everything is great right now. but I still can’t help feeling like there was probably a more inspiring way to get this message across lol

regardless of what he says, Aizawa 100% either bribed or threatened Rat Principal behind the scenes in order to stay with his class. and will do so again next year. he can and will keep getting away with it. he is never leaving these kids

and the sheer relief from all of them upon hearing it is all the justification he needs. these kids have four thousand nine hundred and seventeen accumulated traumas among them. they don’t need a four thousand nine hundred and eighteenth. this man is their father ffs. MINA WAS CRYING AND EVERYTHING

Kacchan watched that YouTube video about a dozen times until he managed to tie his tie all on his own with the one hand. and he did an amazing job. he’s such a model citizen now

also it looks to me like he has his right arm hidden in a sling underneath his shirt, which is interesting. if I’m not mistaken (and I very well could be, since it’s been a hot minute since I did any BnHA timeline math), the final battle took place sometime in early May, so this chapter is taking place roughly one month later. the hospital chapter took place about a week after the battle, so it’s been about 3-4 weeks since then. I really want to know what kind of shape Kacchan’s arm is in, but I guess Horikoshi will get to it when he gets to it

also, “we all gotta be together today” was a real wakeup call to me in that it gave me just an absolutely ridiculous amount of feels. just a totally unreasonable amount. and it’s like. listen, self. Kacchan has completed his character growth arc. he’s a team player and a leader who loves all his friends and they all love him in return. we’ve known this for years now. it’s an established fact. you can’t keep bursting into tears or whatever every time he shows it. this is no way to live your life. I need an intervention

anyways later this evening class 2-A is gonna have a celebratory movie night in the common room, and Kacchan is gonna fall asleep two minutes in peacefully surrounded by all his classmates, and they’re all gonna nudge each other and smile fondly and cover him with a blanket and stay up until 2am and Aizawa will have no mercy on them the following morning. it’s gonna be so wholesome you guys

(ETA: I decided to go back and have some more feels about this one tiny Kacchan panel, because apparently the four paragraphs I already wrote about it weren't enough. so the thing is, Sero's wonderment at Katsuki being out of the hospital initially read to me as half bemused awe, and half "oh boy, time to get back into our usual rhythm of antagonizing Kacchan!" but my second time around, I can't help remembering that all of Kacchan's classmates got to watch this kid getting tortured and strangled and stabbed through the heart in 4K. like, even if they were busy with their own fights at the time, there's no way they didn't see the footage later on afterwards.

and that had to have been traumatic for them. their friend literally died and was just lying there so still for so long afterwards. and him getting better and going back to his usual asskicking self later on doesn't just erase those memories, you know? especially with him having lasting, permanent damage afterward. not just his arm, even! like who even knows if his heart is going to be okay long term. when people get organ transplants they have to go on immunosuppressants afterwards because otherwise their body will try to attack the replacement organ. so I wonder how exactly it works when it's still your heart, but it's being held together by various bits and pieces of a spindly little floss man. idk, but I bet you it's still pretty rough.

anyway so long story short, I'm now reading this as one-third bemused awe, one-third joking antagonism, and one-third genuine "no seriously, is it okay for you to be here, please don't do anything to put your health at risk because we seriously cannot handle you dying on us again." and Kacchan's not even disagreeing with him lol, which has to be the most concerning thing of all. "they said it's okay if I rest." even he knows he's pushing it, but it was too important of an occasion to miss. anyway please take it easy kiddo.)

Aoyama leaving makes me sad but it makes total sense for his character after what he’s been through. he needs time to sort things out and continue down his own personal honor-regaining journey. respect

also glad to hear that it was his own choice and that both Rat Principal and Nao would have supported him if he stayed. I still to this day do not understand Naomasa’s actual level of authority lol. like, he’s supposedly a detective, and yet he seems to be personally in charge of every single important police operation, on like a national level. and he has the authority to make decisions like letting Aoyama go free. he is the law, literally

Aoyama trying to feed Deku some farewell cheese also took me out. like he just walked in there and was all “sorry everyone, I’m leaving, but I’ll still aim for the path of a hero and will one day return, don’t you worry!” and at some point in the midst of this tearful speech he made a beeline directly to Izuku and tried to give him some cheese that he apparently just had in his pocket or something. and Izuku was all “YEAH!” all solemnly but HE DIDN’T EVEN TOUCH THAT POCKET CHEESE. like he loves you and accepts you for who you are Yuuga but COME ON

at this point in the chapter it also became clear to me that Aizawa has his hair up in some sort of loosely assembled messy bun and that’s why it looks so especially flowing and gorgeous today. this is great cinema

and then AT LONG LAST, the admission of Shinsou into class 2-A. they tried everything they could to keep him out, BUT NOT EVEN THE END OF THE WORLD COULD STOP HIM. his rightful place

Ojiro’s scandalized response to hearing Fuwa refer to Aizawa as “Era-sen”, and then Fuwa subsequently revealing all of Aizawa’s secrets and Aizawa getting flustered and kicking her out, was one of the most delightful sequences I’ve read. “nooooo don’t tell them that, what the hell am I gonna threaten them with now”

Izuku has not even attempted to crack a smile since the final battle, aside from when he was frantically trying to reassure Kacchan in the hospital. I’m worried about him but also loving this a little bit, ngl. I am content to wait for you to eventually have a proper breakdown, mister Greatest Hero

also I singled him out on the whole not-smiling thing, but really this is true for just about all of them. my heart aches :(

were there really so many people freaking out over Izuku’s hair that Horikoshi felt compelled to throw in that “HEY DEKU-KUN, YOU SHAVED YOUR HAIR LIKE THAT DUE TO AN INJURY, RIGHT? BUT IT’LL GROW BACK, RIGHT!?” line in there lol. the hilarious thing is that this chapter was already in the books before 424 was released, so it means that Horikoshi anticipated the backlash ahead of time. the man knows his audience

and now for this mysterious little barefoot man randomly emerging from some rubble somewhere. who are you. fandom already thinks you’re everyone from Tenko to Hisashi lol. my personal theory is that he’s just a random citizen who’s hurt and traumatized and needs help. and unlike what happened with baby Tenko once upon a time, this young man actually will be helped by a hero in his moment of need, and it’ll be all hopeful and stuff because SOCIETY IS CHANGING FOR THE BETTER NOW HOORAY

or maybe he really is Tenko, idk. what do I know lol. don’t listen to me

lastly, Shouto out here immediately leaving U.A. after class and ruining my dreams of a class 2-A movie night. FINE THEN. GO AND BE WITH YOUR FAMILY my precious little life preserver. and I’m actually really, really excited to see what their endgame is actually, so yes, Horikoshi, bring it on please and thank you

[regregregulusblack]

My official intro post . ⋆✮ ˚ . ✩°｡⋆｡

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘. My name is Regulus Black, and no, you are NOT allowed to call me Reg or Reggie.

A photo my friend Evan took of me without my permission. I will never forgive you, @barbie-wants-to-be-me-fr !!!

I am intersex and I go by he/they pronouns. I don’t like to label myself, but at least I am not straight. I am single and not looking for anyone at all at the moment. I am also autistic and have ADHD. NOT the wild sort. The fucking-tired-bitch-stfu-sort.

My interests:

• Art

• Quidditch (I’m a seeker)

• Poetry (both reading and writing)

• Reading books

• Defence of the Dark Arts

• Analysing every single lyric in every single Taylor Swift song and crying about it

• Makeup

On this blog I will be posting quotes, poetry, art, photographs and selfies and just silly little things that I feel like sharing. If I see any posts about me, I will read them and BEWARE, I will be critical. So you might see me around :) You have been warned.

You will also probably see me having chats with my friends, @remus-lupin-offical is one of them but I’m still waiting for my other idiot friends to finish making their bloody accounts. I will add them here as soon as I can! Update: Took as them long enough, but now they’re also on Tumblr! People you will see me interacting with:

• @sirius-thesstar (Ew)

• @remus-lupin-offical (Why’d you choose my idiot brother as your boyfriend? You’re better than this.)

• @the-real-marls-mckinnon

• @xxcassiexx Dorcas Meadows, a Slytherin I have deep respect for. Say hi to Dorcas!

• @barty-not-barry (My batshit crazy friend)

• @pandora-notyetalovegood (Fellow Slytherin, say hi!)

• @lily-evans-for-ya (In a world of annoying people you are a nice person. Take it as a compliment or don’t. It’s up to you.)

• @captainjamespotter (Annoying Gryffindor)

• @stolemyheelsfromlegolas (DO NOT CALL ME REGIANO FFS) (MARY YOU HEAR ME?!)

• @barbie-wants-to-be-me-fr (Another lovely Slytherin asshole, he and Barty should just shut up and kiss by the way)

• @ur-local-peter-pettigrew (Gryffindor)

• @itty-bitty-bella (Cousin)

• @therealcissyblack (Cousin who loves me :))

• @andro-black (Cousin AS WELL)

• @the-best-slytherin (Luna, a fellow Slytherin)

• @yourfavouritehufflepuffgirl (Ew Hufflepuffs) (Ooc: I love Hufflepuffs)

You will see me arguing with my brother, @sirius-thesstar. Like, a lot. Don’t mind Sirius, he’s an idiot. If we’re arguing in French, do NOT translate if you’re a scaredy cat…

Do not interact if:

• You’re Sirius and you’re mad at me

• You’re a Gryffindor (yeah that goes for you too Sirius) (Slytherin is the best Hogwarts house)

• You’re transphobic

• You’re homophobic

• You don’t like me for some other reason

• You’re a Taylor Swift hater

I love Taylor. Don’t you ever disrespect her. Her new album only further proves that she’s a true poet. Even @sirius-thesstar agrees with me on that.

Other things I love are:

• Cats (I dream of having two black cats and naming them Phoebe and Ruby)

• The sea (It’s so calming to watch, but I HATE swimming. It’s too cold. And wet. Yuck.)

• The rain

• Conan Gray (No one can take his album “Superache” from me. Don’t ever try or I’ll bite you.)

Hope I’ll see you around! (Or not. Depending on my mood)

My tags: #regregregulusreg, #thetorturedpoetofthecave, #regussy, #regulussy

Random edit: Ooc: Eh so I’m a minor and I’m a victim of actual physical and mental abuse and I’m still going through stuff, so eh, “Reggie” might be talking jokingly about abusive parents and a tough upbringing on here and stuff like that… just know that that is my fucked up coping mechanism okay, and I don’t mean any harm, and please if you’re joking around with me about abuse don’t take it too far since it might be triggering for me. Thank you.

[thisismeracing]

PLEASE write a fic/blurb about how to mentioned the idea of staying up for mick to get home after his long night in the sim and just cuddling and comforting him and listening to him rant 🙏🏾

I love it when you guys read my tags and bring something out of them hahahah ❤️ I adjusted the idea a bit, hope u like it!

Based on my reaction to the sim work video (here)

word count: 0.6k

pairing: mick schumacher x reader (she/her pronouns)

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, not proofread, mentions of food, and lack of sleep.

It was past two AM when Mick got home after the whole day at the Merc factory doing sim work with the team. He was tired, although he had a can or two of an energy drink, almost giving up and adding a cup of coffee to the list by the end of the night.

The apartment was silent when he unlocked the door, most of the lights were switched off, except for a small lamp between the living room exit and the kitchen entrance, the flickering light illuminating the corridor that took him to the bedroom. Yn would always leave a light or two for him, and it warmed his heart, it felt like her saying she thought of him before going to bed, that she knew he would come home to her before the sun was up in the sky.

Mick made his way to the bedroom, stopping by the threshold. Right in the middle of the bed, Yn was sound asleep cuddling one of his pillows, her hair in a satin bonnet to protect the braids she got recently, her phone still between her fingers probably waiting for a message or call from him.

He smiled.

Nothing would ever beat coming home to her.

He was exhausted, his head pounding and his body full of knots, but seeing her there, just taking a look at her, was enough to lift half of the weight of the world from his shoulders.

Mick made quick work of taking off his clothes and climbing into bed beside her. Yn stirred when the mattress dipped and she felt the familiar warmth engulf her body. In her hazy sleepy state, eyes still closed, she extended her arms looking for any limb she could grab and hug. Her boyfriend chuckled lightly and positioned half of her on top of him, her hands quickly finding his torso and shoulders.

"What time do you leave?" she mumbled, pecking his chest.

Mick sighed, drawing patterns on her dark skin.

"In a couple hours."

"Wake me up when you do, we are still supposed to have breakfast together," she reminded the German and he kissed her forehead before weariness knocked them out.

It was just three hours later when Mick woke up. He tried his best to leave the bed without waking Yn, but the second his body shifted to move her, she opened her eyes.

"We can have breakfast tomorrow, Liebe, it's not a problem," he whispered, easing her back into bed, but Yn sat up rubbings the sleep out of her eyes.

"I can go back to sleep once you leave, let's enjoy our hour together, mkey?"

He smiled, and although the morning was a bit cold, his body and heart felt warmer than ever.

Yn helped Mick check all his documents and small stuff he tended to forget at home, and they cooked a quick breakfast together, all while he ranted about last night's sim work and how excited he was for the race later today. Yn listened attentively, eyes never leaving him. Every once in a while she would drop a comment or hmm in agreement, but Mick did most of the talking and she took the time to enjoy the gleam in his eyes while talking about what he loved, his relaxed posture though his body was visibly tired.

She loved to be on the receiving end of that passionate talk, especially when breakfast was finished and they sat in the living room to eat and cuddle.

When it was time Mick left for the airport and promised to text her as soon as he landed. She knew he would because he always did. And just like that she went to sleep with the lights on again, knowing that in the morning he would be back home to her.

taglist: @sachaa-ff @ferrariloverr @mellowpizzapuppy @kenanlotus0 @mickslover @dalsuwaha @formulakay3 @mishaandthebrits @iloveyou3000morgan @crimeshowjunkie @chaoticevilbakugo @carojasmin2204 @wondergirl101ks @smiithys

[siriuslychessi]

Day 01

@jilytoberfest

AO3 || FF

🎶 “Before the dawn I hear you whisper in your sleep, ‘Don’t let the morning take him.’” 🎶 - Judas Priest - Before the Dawn.

James had been gone for most of the night. The Order had gotten details of dark magic being registered in Crawley and there was a stake out with James, Sirius and the Gideon brothers, trying to see if the allegations were true. 

Most of the night they had been squinting in the dark trying not to get caught. At some point they split and Sirius decided to turn into Padfoot, see if they could manage to get their other senses to work properly and get this sorted sooner rather than later, because the autumn night had them beat and soaken due to the light rain that did not seem to stop. 

It was 4am when they finally decided that whatever it was that was tipped to the Ministry it was either a poor bloke’s imagination or just false alarms. And it was 4:20 when, after getting home and finally out of the damped clothes and into warm pyjamas, James got into bed next to his wife.

Sleep did not find James, even with Lily next to him, in the safety and warmth of their home, his mind kept thinking of the outside world. How it seemed that no matter how much they tried the prospect of seeing the end of the war was almost none. No matter how many missions they took, or how many tips they followed, it felt like Voldermot and their followers were ages ahead of them. 

He sighed, as if trying to push the bad thoughts away. To try and hold on to hope. 

Lily stirred next to him, and he could not help but turn to his side. 

Her hair cascaded on her pillow, and he could smell the faint scent of her apple shampoo and floral perfume from the day before. 

His heart twisted familiarly, with a love so immense that it could not be contained by just that muscle, and all his worries quieted as he let love take it all. 

James let the familiar weight of Lily’s body next to him anchor him to his marriage, to his family and love. Letting go of the worries of dark wizards and even obscure plans, and just letting himself remember to feel the happiness, the hope that this too shall pass and that what would remain would be them.

Lily moved beside him once more, whimpers escaped her lips as if in pain, her hands holding onto something; the sheets, the matters, even her pillow; as if she was preventing someone from leaving. “Not him,” she pleaded in her sleep, “not James…” she continued, and James realised that she was having a nightmare. 

He moved swiftly and carefully shook Lily’s shoulder, “Lily,” he shook her again, “Love, it’s just a nightmare, I’m here.” he repeated a couple of times, until she was finally awake, her green eyes bright even in the darkness, looking everywhere, as if there was some ghost that would get them if she was not alert. 

“It was just a dream.” he repeated, his hand on her cheek, moving it to look at him, to pay attention to his words, his touch. “I’m right here.”

It took a moment for Lily’s eyes to focus back on James, his worried face, also his squinting eyes due to the lack of specs. All Lily could do was stare, look at the man in front of her and how he looked worried, tired, but okay. He was safe, he was not in any dungeon being tortured, or almost dead in an unknown place, he was there, with her. Her heart filled with relief. 

“J-james,” she choked a sob and held him close, feeling all of him, his thinning frame, his tousled hair, his safe arms, even the raspy five shadow beard that was about to grow. The soft and rough edges all mixing into one thing: James. “You’re s-safe,” she repeated, more to calm herself than for any of them to be sure. 

“I am,” he said softly, just holding her close, his hand rubbing her back softly. Hoping somehow that it would calm her. “I’m home, we are okay.” he repeated and let her cry, because the gods knew that they needed to vent their frustrations from time to time. 

“I’m so happy.” she replied, in contrast with her tears, but he knew they were of relief and not of sadness. That sometimes the world was too much and you needed to come undone. 

After a while Lily calmed, the sun started to come out slowly, the room catching the yellow and oranges of dawn, James and Lily just holding each other; James finally asleep, Lily praying that morning would not take him, that this was not just a dream within a dream.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

tumblr au ft. the strawhats! (/some cameos)

basically what if the strawhats had tumblr?? hehe no. but what if?

🍖thepiratekingxdd

YOU GUYS WONT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TODAY. SO, SANJI GOT THIS MICROWAVE FOR US RIGTH? AND SO, I PUT A GLASS FULL OF WATER IN THE MICROWAEV AND AFTER A MINUTE IT WAS GONE!! THE GLASS WAS EMTY WAS IT STUCK TO THE ROOF? EVAPORTATED?? WITCHCRAFT??? WHO KNOWS

♻️🦐sanjissscokbook Follow

for the last time, YOU FORGOT TO PUT THE WATER IN THE MUG. NOTHING HAPPENED! FOR THE LAST TIME IT WASN'T WITCHCRAFT.

#and who taught you fucking evaporated?? #was it nami-swan? #she's the cutest #strawhat pirates

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⚔oni-giri Follow

ive witnessed many horrors of the world but one of my most jarring experiences of being alive is the fact that today, sanji actually managed to get a date 🤢😀

♻️🍊namitheexplorer Follow

and why are you jealous??? homo.

#just date already ffs #tired of this homoerotic tension everyday

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🐾tonytonychopper Follow

Can you stop being so dramatic bro. Look around bro and appreciate the beauty of the world bro. Youre bumming everybody out bro.

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🤠notnicorobin Follow

Does anyone have any tips for new mothers? I'm just twenty-eight and have made the decision to adopt six kids all at once. Any help will be appreciated!

♻️⚔oni-giri Follow

you have kids???

♻️⚔oni-giri Follow

wait are you talking about us???

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👃🏾godussop Follow

you know if i wanted to, i could be the centre of attention at your stupid party by telling everyone my cool ass advertures but i dont because im nice

♻️😎godussopfanclub Follow

SO RIGHT GOD USSOP!! PREACH

#godussop

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🍊namitheexplorer Follow

being a lesbian is cool because some days, i just wanna run my fingers through her hair and smile at her fondly as we lie in the shade of the trees. on other days, i wanna wear her blood in a necklace around my neck and be buried with her so that when the archaeologists dig us up, they think we were one.

♻️🔵viviofalabasta Follow

If you missed me you could have just texted me babe.

♻️🍊namitheexplorer Follow

no, i need your blood.

♻️🤠notnicorobin Follow

As an archaeologist, i approve. It'll be so funny for the future archaeologists.

#namivivi

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ofcourse it's kinda hard being the hottest, smartest, kindest, sexiest, most baby-girl big brother in the world, but someone has to do it. sorry what was your question again?

♻️🍖thepiratekingxdd

my question was when are you gonna come play with me and chopper?

♻️🔥whitebeardsillegitimateson Follow

luffy, i am a busy, busy man. i don't even know when i will be fr- i'll come by 7.

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a/n: this was so fun to make!!! i cannot wait to make one more part to it lol

[sgiandubh]

Onlies at large

Sometimes (often, even), I can't sleep. And when I can't sleep, I get easily bored, if not focused on something. And there was nothing of particular import on Netflix or Amazon Prime, yesterday night. Aaand, as I don't have access to my bookshelves back home, I went looking for a light something to read myself to the Land of Nod.

I am, since forever, a solid reader of non-fiction. Memoirs, diaries are a special interest, too. So I just wanted to see if there were any nice memoirs of people who went to Scotland in search of a new life/love/whatever, Under The Tuscan Sun -style. Everand/Scribd is a decent starting point for the such, at 2 AM.

There weren't and I wonder why. But as I was browsing around, lo and behold, I found a tiny, self-published memoir by a certain Ninya (not her real name, of course): Scotland with a Stranger (2020).

Great literature it is not. It is naive and the narrative line sounded really, really meh to me: a 43 year old Alabama depressed divorcee finds healing and a renewed purpose for life, while traveling to Scotland with an improbable companion.

So, I skimmed and skimmed and skimmed (FFS, when is she going to PACK, this one?). Then, I found this and no, I am not sorry AT ALL for the length (passages are bolded by me).

Thank you Baby Jesus, she finally made it to her EDI flight:

'(...) I noticed a little emblem on the shirts of many of the women on this flight. It looked like mountains and said Peaker. All the women were laughing and chatting and carrying on like they had known each other forever.

“Is this your first trip to Scotland?” I tried to make small talk with the lady next to me.

“Heavens, no! It’s my sixth.”

“Wow,” I said. “It’s such a big world, but you keep coming back here?”

“Yes, it’s just incredibly beautiful. I never get tired of it. There is no other place as magical on earth.” She smiled wistfully. “I’m actually coming for a gala.”

“A gala?” I parroted back to her. I thought galas were reserved for Barbie movies. In my social circle, no one I knew ever attended a gala.

“Yes! It’s called My Peak Challenge.” She leaned in closer, excited to share. “Have you read the Outlander series?”

“Funny you ask that because I just downloaded the first book.” It seemed like required reading when you went to Scotland. I loved to read and had nothing but time due to my social media fast, so it was sitting unopened on my iPad.

“Well, the character of Jamie is played by Sam Heughan, and he is the founder of My Peak Challenge. It’s not just a club; it’s a movement, and every year they have a gala in Edinburgh. People come from all over the world for this event.”

The germaphobe next to me chimed in. “This is my first year, but he has truly changed my life. I’ve lost twenty-two pounds.” I was impressed, having weighed nearly two hundred myself at one point. Losing sixty of it was one of the biggest accomplishments of my life.

“Losing weight is so hard,” I commiserated with her. “How did you do it?”

“The boring way, eating right and exercising.” She laughed, and I laughed with her because I knew too well it was the only way that worked long-term.

She continued on. “My Peak Challenge is a training and nutrition program where we support and challenge each other, but it’s not just that because Sam has raised nearly two million dollars for charities all over the world. He’s just incredible.” She was practically swooning and literally fanning herself. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was hot, or because she was.

That nutrition program must include the Sam Heughan is a God Kool-aid.

“This conference includes a meet and greet and a gala and a special workout that Sam leads. He’s just an amazing human being,” she gushed. She clearly was in love with Sam Heughan.

“I have been chosen to introduce him,” the sweet older lady to my left said. “So, I’ve got the next eight hours to figure out the words to say to introduce the man who has completely changed my life.”

“Yes!” She went on. “It’s an incredible organization. He’s really affecting change on a global level.” (sic!)

Great. I am stuck between two evangelists at a Sam Heughan-is-the-greatest-human-in-the-world presentation.

“We have a Facebook group, and everyone is just so awesome and supportive. It really is a family.”

“And how much does it cost to be in this family?” I asked skeptically.

“It wasn’t much,” she defended, quickly changing the topic. “Nearly every penny is donated to charity. He is changing lives,” she stressed so incredibly seriously I had to cover my mouth to stifle a giggle.

Is this a cult? It sounds like a cult. I am trapped on an airplane for the next eight hours with the Sam Heughan cult.

Luckily for me, headphones exist. It was an overnight flight, which meant I could close my eyes and pretend to sleep, and there were movies to be seen.' (Ninya - Scotland with a Stranger: A Memoir, Chapter Thirteen).

For some reason, I doubt Ninya ever opened that OL first tome, on her IPad or elsewhere. But the point of my post is not to poke fun at SRH, MPC and all the gracious Peakers who read and often comment on this humble blog (@ladyjane-lj, @rosfrank immediately come to mind and I am sure they are not the only ones).

The reason I quoted this passage at almost full length, despite the paltry writing skills and abysmal grammar/spelling on display (Sweet Baby Jesus, please make people see the real difference between affect and effect, thank you and amen) is that we are dealing here with a unique perspective on a sizeable chunk of this fandom. You see, Ninya has no damn agenda to promote, in OL terms. She is not a shipper, but she is not an Anti, either. She couldn't care less if S+C=❤️, or if Tait rhymes with Fate (it rhymes with Bait, if you ask me). She doesn't know anything about OL, its cast, its Best Fans Ever, you and me and her.

And this is precisely why her perspective is so damn interesting. She is a mere passer-by, who failed to be grabbed in by the OTT Only Mommie gushing and who saw possessiveness and objectification disguised as love. She saw the most problematic, hypocrite and unimportant side of this whole experience and this whole fandom. And it's terrible and I am really sorry she did.

Maybe someone else than us reads this. For once, I wish they did, for it is an unadulterated, faraway echo of Real Life and the Real World. Selling that Toy Boi image is WRONG, *** and PR and TPTB. It's counterproductive and a total turnoff to real people who can't be arsed to even look for the Balmaclellan Adonis on Google, just because this fan substack is really, really embarrassing.

Of course, they blindly buy the booze, religiously sign in year after year to just about everything he sells around. Of course they show up every single time and pitch their tents on the rude city pavement in front of God Knows Which liquor store in Whoville, America. But they also show up with baked lasagna, pinch his ass (Madame Tussaud's, anyone?) and geriatrically swoon front row, cackling and giggling and catcalling like they were 12. It's also because of these women that OL lost its fabulous innocence and authenticity and it's because of these women we do have the Global Merry-Go-Round Seasonal Shitshow that keeps all of us (sickly, I am the first to admit it) engaged here.

Finally, this is also why I am closely following all the business side of this ahem, universe. It's the road less traveled by and of course, probably the most rewarding.

Shoot me, the very moment I turn into Neilie. Let it be clearly known beforehand. And no, please do not resuscitate. I'd be too ashamed.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Jeff and Ticci Toby losing the reader

I know it's a ploy to get me to buy the membership thing for spotify but I am so sick and tired of the "playing recommended songs based on playlist" like dude. I selected the 600+ song playlist for a reason. Only upside is that it introduced me to new axie and bearghost songs but otherwise it's so annoying ffs

Notes: Reader is GN although the post mostly focuses on the boys

CWs: Reader is dead although the cause is unknown, not Jeff and Toby's faults, canon typical violence

Jeff

He loses it, you were probably the one person who could give him some sort of normalcy- a reminder of how things were like before.. and sure he would probably never fully live a normal or domestic life but having someone to come home to was nice

He got comfortable and familiar and just like that you were gone

To say hes spiraling is an understatement, hes usually so uncaring when someone dies but you were different and he cant help but hate you for that even if its unfair

Theres more deaths and attacks cropping up in the coming weeks, if hes not careful he might end up getting caught

The blow is softer than if you had died slowly, such as from illness but if you were just.. knocked down quickly? Way worse, hes going to get nastier

When he does eventually come back down he does visit your old home, he cant really bring himself to go to your grave for a while. He sometimes talks out loud while hes leaning against the wall, just talking about.. anything, his day, what's going on and so on- for someone who represses these kinds of emotions hes expressing them an awful lot even if hes by himself

Ticci Toby

Hes the opposite of Jeff, unless someone killed you. Then he would set the world ablaze trying to get back at the person

Otherwise he withdrawls into himself, hes still doing just enough to survive but hes more closed off than before and doesnt do more than he needs to

He visits your grave often, usually at night so he doesnt bump into any fellow mourners

Leaves cool rocks hes found at your tombstone

He doesnt talk out loud but theres a lot of thoughts on his mind

He hates how familiar it feels, more than anything

[astayinwonderland]

I saw her first

pairing: jaehyun x f.reader x mark

genre: smut || very little plot || +18

summary: you are tired after a long day of meetings but you step into an elevator with jaehyun-- however, you don't know mark has his eyes on you too

word count: 1.9k

warnings: threesome, pet names, unprotected sex (don't), cursing, oral (f.receiving), cumshot, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dom jae

a/n: the first ff I post anywhere so... enjoy! also english is not my first language

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚

When your eyes meet his, you are undeniably possessed by his gaze. Nothing in this world could compare to the way he looks at you. It’s intoxicating, but your fingers brushed, and the heat between your legs crave him and only him. 

“Which floor?” he asked. His voice is husky, calm. 

You clear your throat before you answer. 

“Thirteen.” 

He looks at you and says nothing. The elevator is still stuck on the Mezzanine level, but his fingers are on the close button and you can hear how your shaky breath blends into the background music. His eyes are light on you, and a shade of crimson crosses his cheeks. Chuckling, he presses thirteen on the elevator and watches how you regain composure. Curious, he crosses his arms around his broad chest. You want to feel his weight over your body right now. 

“Long night?” he asks. 

“The longest” you manage to reply. 

Bright eyes scan you up and down. You wish you wore your sluttiest dress tonight, but a beige cardigan hides all of your curves now. Traveling for work, you find yourself at a 6-day conference. Day 6 out of 6 you have not gotten the time to explore around the city. However, when you spot Jaehyun, your dream man, in the same elevator, this conference trip might not be bad at all. 

He takes two steps towards you and takes the ID dangling right above your abdomen. His eyes scan up to your breasts and he stops to look into your eyes. 

“Your name is pretty, just like you,” he smirks. 

In what seems to be the longest elevator ride ever, you nod getting a laugh from him. He presses another number on the elevator number pad. This is number twenty-five. His lips are so close to you now, you allow him to come closer. His plush lips hover over yours as his eyes devour you, disguised under his blonde fringe. 

“Come over to the twenty-fifth?” 

Silence. 

The elevator dings. This is floor thirteen, your floor. The safe haven you’ve been daydreaming about all day. But this was before Jaehyun was this close to you. 

You reach the close button and the elevator doors shut close. 

You grab Jaehyun by the collar of his body-tight black shirt and pull him into a kiss. Surprised, his eyes widen, but shortly you feel him melt into you. Hands grabbing your ass, wanting more. His tongue collides with yours, the taste of wine and desire overpowering you. Backing up, you find yourself pinned against the elevator doors. You almost didn’t notice when you are already on floor twenty-five. 

Jaehyun pushes you softly to get yourself out of the sinful enclosed space, never breaking your kiss. Tasting every lick, every liplock, everything you offer him. You are lost in him. His touch, his scent. You pull his hair enough to make him softly moan as he kisses you until you reach the double doors. You break the kiss to gasp for air. He shows you his room keys and you smile willingly. 

The doors open and the view of the city is breathtaking. You can’t help but be in awe. The lights are off, so all you can see are streetlights and the beautiful skyline of buildings. It is quite a scenery. Jaehyun hugs you from behind and starts to plant small kisses on your neck. 

“I am not doing anything you don’t want to.”

“Who said I didn’t want to, Jaehyun.” 

To his surprise, you knew his name, and he is pleased. His ego was boosted.

“So… you know me?” 

“Yes,” you say not turning to look at him. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispers. 

Kiss open-mouth kisses travel from your neck to your shoulder as he cups your breasts and starts to undress you. You are stripped down to your bra when suddenly you hear a third person in the room. 

You jump, scared. 

The third person clears their throat. 

“I didn’t think you would go through it,” the voice says. 

Jaehyun, laughs, unbothered. 

You spin and look at Jaehyun, puzzled. What on Earth is happening?

Jaehyun moves to turn on the lights. 

Mark Lee. Sitting on the couch directly across from you. 

Your reaction is to cover your chest, shocked, and embarrassed. Your eyes find Jaehyun, his look apologetic. 

“I didn't know he was here, princess,” Jaehyun starts. 

“I’m sorry,” Mark says. He stands up and hands you your shirt. 

“See, Jaehyun saw you the other day, early in the morning. I saw you the day after that. I honor the fact that he wanted you first. But if you would allow us to please you, baby, you’ll have no regrets.” 

You are stunned. Speechless.

“What do you say?” Mark’s head cocks to the side, silver-white hair dangling to the side of his face.

“I call the shots, I saw her first,” Jaehyun pushes Mark closer to you. “Kiss him, princess.” 

You look at Jaehyn, your eyes lost, confused. You want this, you can feel Mark’s gaze on your breasts, on your lips. Anxious, waiting impatiently for you to accept him. A rush of adrenaline curses your head, and your chest, it goes down to the oh-so-sweet spot you crave these men to enter. You put your arms around Mark’s neck as you kiss him deeply. Letting go of any embarrassment you found within yourself before. Mark Lee tastes like desperate lust. He hungrily kisses you while Jaehyun focuses on getting rid of the pieces of clothing that cover your dripping sex. 

“Fuck,” Mark gasps from air breaking off the kiss. 

Drunk on his kiss, you are still not aware of your bearings when Jaehyun is already stripping his clothes off and guiding you to the bed. He doesn’t lay you there but only bends you over. Half of your body is on the bed, the rest of you still standing. Jaehyun kneels, and you feel his hot breath directly on your entrance. Your heavy panting is the only sound in the room. 

“Tell me what you want, princess. What would you like me to do with you?” Jaehyun asks. 

“Please,” you say, not really knowing what you are asking for. 

Mark stares at the two you you, blankly. He looks like he is in a trance-like state. Walking towards you and Jaehyun, he undoes his pants. 

“You sit there and watch,” Jaehyun orders. “Do you forget I saw her first?”

Mark runs his hand over his hair in frustration but can’t help to smile. He obeys and sits down on the same couch you found him before. However, his pants now pool on his ankles as well as his boxers. He looks at you, drunk in lust, slowly stoking himself, cock hard, red, erect. 

“Shit!” you yell. 

Jaehyun, flat, wet tongue slides inside you. Your hands grab the bedsheets fiercely as his tongue licks a long stripe from your clit to your entrance. 

“She tastes so good,” he tells Mark. “It’s glory,” and you feel him slide a finger inside you, stretching you out while his spit makes you even wetter and his tongue flicks up and down your clit. It’s sweet torture, keeping you right on edge, enjoying every second of you climbing to your high. 

But, Mark, oh Mark. His eyes are glued to you as your face expresses pleasure beyond understanding. He wants to be Jaehyun, he wants to be the cause of your moans. He wants you to hear you say his name when you cum. 

“Mark, come here,” Jaehyun says, not interrupting the pace at which his fingers enter you. “Taste her”. 

And now the world seems to slow down when Jaehyun removes his fingers from your squelching pussy and asks you to turn around. You find your legs spread on the bed, Mark standing in from of you. 

“Touch yourself, princess, and have Mark have a taste.” 

You swallow hard, but you obey. There is something alluring about Jaehyun's voice, like the voice of a siren. Beautiful, dangerous, but almost impossible to escape. Two of your fingers enter your core, and your immediate reaction is to close your legs. Luckily, or unluckily, at this point you are not sure, Jaehyun is there to keep your legs open. When you are about to get your fingers out completely. Mark shakes his head. 

“More,” he asks. 

And you obey him as well, his eyes begging for more. He wants all of you. You keep going, but you are so close to cumming that your moans start to get louder. 

“If I don’t stop I’m gonna cum,” you let out desperately. It feels so good to have them watching you like this, you need one of them to stop you or you’ll be a goner. 

“Let me–” Mark interrupts, and you stick your fingers inside his open mouth. He savors every bit. Sucking on your fingers again and again. Without Jaehyun telling you to do so, you voluntarily spit on Mark’s aching cock. His eyes close as he resumes his stroking, thinking only about you. 

“You are naughty,” Jaehyun whispers while climbing to the bed where he manhandles you and gets one of your legs over your shoulders. 

Entering slowly, Jaehyun’s cock is perfect in every single way. He knows how to fuck. Waiting for you to adjust to him he starts deep and slow. The lustful rhythm makes your eyes cross and your head spin. 

“Tell me how you like it,” Jaehyun asks. 

“Fuck, I love it,” your eyes shut close, taking it all in. 

His pace quickens and your other leg wraps around him, grabbing his ass you encourage him to go deeper, faster, you want all of him and you want it now. A sharp breath catches your attention across the room. Mark, sweat dripping from his forehead, hair damp. Breathless as he watches you intently trying to get his high. Pre-cum leaks from his cock and you want it. The way he looks at you and Jaehyun inside you, this was it. You feel you are so close, the knot in your stomach ready to give up. You want them, you need them, and you can’t do this without both of them. 

Your moans are screams at this point. Jaehyun reaches your sweet spot and knowing you are close his thumb presses circles on your clit. 

“Fuck, please… I am so close,” you beg, 

“Please what, princess?” Jaehyun asks, breathless. 

“Make me cum.” 

“You heard that, Mark? Come closer,”: 

But Mark’s head is in outer space. He needs you to tell him that, it is you or no one else. 

“Mark–” you gasp. 

Now he walks towards you, not interrupting his own pleasure because you are the reason for that pleasure. You, all fucked out, is too much for him.

“Cum, princess. Only after you cum we can,” Jaehyun says. 

But you need him to say it again. 

“Cum for us, princess,”; Jaehyun repeats, and that does the trick. 

You look at Mark. 

“Cum hard for us,” he says. 

Your body spasms as you reach your so-desired climax and Jaehyun keeps fucking you through it while getting to his. A deep groan escapes his mouth as he pulls out and cums on your breasts. Mark is trying to get there but you open your mouth and he sees white. 

Hot cum is shot in your mouth as he finds his blissful relief. 

“Fuck…” he whispers before collapsing on the bed with you and Jaehyun. 

You can barely move when you feel hands helping you up and cleaning the evidence of a lustful night. You feel warm as Jaehyun plants a kiss on your temple. You open your eyes and give him a smile. Unexpectedly, Mark turns your head away from Jaehyun and his lips meet yours, a long-deep kiss. Your heart flutters and the so-well-known heat makes your nipples hard. 

“What?” Mark smiles. “It’s my turn, baby.”

[back2bluesidex]

The great war will make a good ff too (maybe Yoongi?)

Great War - MYG

Pairing: idol!Yoongi X Reader

Theme: Angst, heartbreak, break up au, lovers to exes au

Song: Great War

Word count: 862

Warnings: Best friends to lovers to exes and probably strangers. I think that's enough of a warning.

Minors and Karens Are Not Allowed in this Blog!!

A/N: This. This came from within. All I can say is that.. I have been in the place of Yoongi (in this drabble), so this little piece became very personal to me. Thanks for the request and I hope you like it.

“Let’s break up.” your words buzz loudly in the otherwise silent room. The darkness seems to intensify as soon as the sentence leaves your mouth. Your voice is barely audible but you know he heard it loud and clear. 

You hear him sighing. You know he has seen it coming, after all, he is your best friend. He knows you the best. He knows when, what goes inside your head. So, he knew your relationship was approaching the end. 

“Can I ask you why?” Yoongi asks quietly. You can hear something akin to disappointment lingering in his voice. 

You attempt to answer through your already choked voice, “You know why-” 

“I am not asking you why we are breaking up. I am asking you why did you accept me in the first place if you were going to end this?” Yoongi cuts you off. His voice raises gradually and becomes a scream by the time the sentence ends. 

He is sitting straight now, facing you, staring at you with eyes full of tears and anguish. 

“Because I love you. And I thought we could make it work.” your tongue dirts out and moist your lips. You feel your entire world spiraling down and eventually breaking in front of your eyes. It’s so bad that you can’t do anything about it. But it is even worse that you are the one to wreck it yourself. 

“And we did make it work, Y/N. We went through all of these hurdles together. We have been through this great war together. Then why now? What’s wrong?” Yoongi grabs your arms and hoists you up from the couch. You stare at him. 

He looks beautiful. He emits a light and brightens up everything around him, except for you. Because you, yourself, is darkness. 

“I can’t do this anymore, Yoongi.” You sob, “I can’t take this. I can’t pretend that I am all fine when you leave me here alone for months after months. I can’t pretend I am all fine when I see you being shipped with a new actress or idol everyday on twitter. I can’t pretend to sleep night after night when you prioritize your work over the miniscule time we could spend just by sleeping side by side. I just- can’t. I need much more than you can offer. I am selfish.” 

“You knew things would be like this, didn’t you? I told you dating me would not be easy. We- we reached for each other's hand through everything, Y/N. don’t turn your back on me now.” he shakes you violently. 

“Wrong. You are wrong, Yoongi. You are the one to reach for my hands throughout the great war. But I- you were hardly ever there for me. I closed the curtains and drank poison all alone while you sang and danced on the stage.” You break free from Yoongi’s hold.

“You could have reached out to me. You know I would be there whenever possible.” Tears stream down Yoongi’s face. It hurts you to see him like this but you have no choice left, not when your own heart is tearing apart. 

“I thought so. But the sweet dream was over and I realized reaching out to my idol boyfriend would not be that easy. Every time I had called you, it either went on voice mail or your managers picked up asking me to call you later. Was it supposed to be like that? Tell me, was it?” You sniff. 

“I- I am sorry, Y/N. I promise I will be better. Please give me another chance. Give us another chance.” Yoongi’s voice is now drenched in a plea. 

“I am sorry, too, Yoongi. I am sorry that I could not fight for us anymore. I am tired and I need to rest now. But I-” You gulp “I can’t afford to lose you. Can we go back to what we were? Can we go back to being best friends?” 

You look up at him expectantly but you see his eyes flaring. There is anger, disappointment, betrayal, pain and a little bit of haterade for you. 

“No we can’t. If you walk out of this door now, you will lose me forever. Or- or you can stay and we will make this work together… again.” 

You want to laugh at his face. There is no ‘together’ in this one-sided relationship and he needs to understand that sooner or later. 

“No, Yoongi. I fear I need to give up now.” You stand up taking your purse with you. Trudging towards the studio door, you hold the knob, ready to walk out, ready to run away for once and forever. 

“We may not survive this war but… I will always be yours in one shape or another. I will always be yours, Yoongi.” and with that Yoongi’s studio door shuts tight, trapping him inside an unforgiving loop of pain and heartbreak. 

He knew he was slowly losing you, but he stayed reluctant thinking you might need some time to jump back into his embrace.

He was wrong and now he is too late to hold your hands and survive through this great war. 

[clementinechatsshit]

money, power, glory - coriolanus snow x plinth!oc

description: rhea plinth wanted one thing more than anything in this world. power. this is her story of descending into the hunger for power. the addiction to it. and if she can love through this hunger.

tw: 18+ standard hunger games shizzle, strong language, spice, toxic relationships, power hungry bitches, rhea is just as twisted as snow

a/n: hi peeps, this is my first attempt at writing anything ff related, but coryo has been in my brain since i read tbosas. i didnt want to write him ooc but rather embrace the fact that he is bat shit crazy and create a character that also embraces and encourages that side of him. i dont think ive read any ffs that have a reader/oc that is also as fucked up as snow. pls be nice

What is the purpose of the Hunger Games? 

I used to think that they were to bring justice to Panem. To punish the districts for the uprising. We’d always been taught that, and I believed it. Yet, now I see things a little differently. I see things for how they truly are. I was eighteen when I learnt the truth about the Hunger Games. How they are played, and how they are really won.

‘Rhea?’ a voice echoes from behind me. I snap my head around to see my brother leant against the frame of my bedroom door.

‘Sejanus, what have I said about knocking’, he flinches at my response, my tone harsher than intended. 

He lowers his gaze to the blazer in his grip, cowering from the hardened stare I deliver his way. ‘I’m sorry�� weak, ‘we’re going to be late’. 

I turn to fully face him, lifting my face to a content smile. My heels clack on the marble flooring as I cross the room, I pause for a second in front of him, waiting. Sejanus holds his elbow out for me to link my hand through, my gloved hand brushes the soft thread of his shirt as an avox approaches and hands me my purse. 

‘Bye, mother!’, ‘See ya, Ma’ we shout as we leave the penthouse. Sejanus never stopped calling our mother ‘ma’, juvenile if you ask me. Sometimes I think he wants to be back in the districts.

The red silk of my dress grazes the bottoms of my calves as we make our way to the car, another avox our driver. I see avox’s as the perfect company, they know their place in this society, even if they did have to learn it the hard way. They know that they have no power, they have accepted that there are consequences to their actions. They don’t talk back either. 

‘The Academy’ a demand, not a request. 

‘Please.’ Sejanus adds

The Academy. Only the elites have the privilege of attending, and only the greats go on to study at the University. We may not be Capitol born, but we belong there more than anybody else. For ten years, I have been proving my place amongst my fellow students, before I even set foot in the Capitol, I knew I am simply better than them all.

I entered first. Shoulders back, chin up. Make them stare. The first thing I know about power. If you can’t command a room, you have none. I felt the eyes on me as I strode in, then I heard the whispers. I had power, you see, I have their attention when I give them none. I glance around the room attempting to find someone worth a morsel of my time, when I hear his voice.

‘Rhea Plinth’, that is a voice I would never tire of hearing.

‘Coriolanus Snow’ I acknowledge him, giving him a once over. The pinstripes of his dress shirt, dated, yet he made it look like an arising trend in the Capitol. A rose tucked into the formal vest. He was handsome indeed, a shame about the mismatched tesserae buttons. I placed my hand into his outstretched palm, watching him raise it to his lips as he leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it in greeting. 

‘Rhea, can you just get it over and done with, Snow won the Plinth Prize, didn’t he?’ the bratty whine of Arachne Crane interrupted.

‘I can’t confirm anything’, power, ‘however, I can say things will get interesting this year.’ my voice almost sultry as I spoke directly to Coriolanus, not even bothering to turn to Arachne. 

‘Now, Coriolanus, walk with me?’ a huff sounds from beside us as we turn to leave the hall. 

‘Won’t people suspect something?’ I feel his breath on my neck as he hunches down to be level with my ear.

‘They’ll just assume I’m telling you about the prize’, I remain facing ahead, the doors to the adjoining hallway open. A rare smile hooks at the corners of my mouth as we round the corner, a pillar shielding us from the curious eyes of anyone passing. 

‘Ah yes, Miss Plinth doing her duty as the liaison for the prestigious Plinth family.’ His mocking tone forces my eyes to roll, as we slowly step backwards. I may be the representative of the Plinth family for all intents and purposes, but with Coriolanus, I don’t have to be. See, I know who he really is, I know that his family has no money, I’ve seen the apartment they live in. Deep down, I know that all he sees in me is District, but I am the one thing that stands between him and the power he craves. That’s why we have this arrangement. I secure his future in the Capitol, and he makes sure that no one will ever see me as district again. 

I’m drawn from my thoughts as my skin hits the cold wall behind me, a hand snaking its way around my waist. A hooked finger nudges my chin, lifting my gaze to meet the piercing blue eyes looking down at me. The intensity of his stare is almost intimidating. His grip changes as he strokes a fallen piece of hair behind my ear. 

‘You look pretty like this,’ he murmurs, leaning in. His lips graze mine and I feel him inhale. Like he’s breathing in my surrender. I crash my lips against his, our noses bumping against each other, but neither of us minding. His lips are rough against mine, more aggressive. You look pretty like this. I look pretty when you think you have control over me.

I reach my hands around his neck, tangling my fingers into the blond curls. I tug once, he groans, I tug again. Who’s in control now, Coryo. He squeezes my waist and I sigh into the kiss. Our whole exchange is a power play. His tongue slips into my mouth as he reaches his hand lower, and lower. Maybe I could give in this once.

The echo of someone clearing their throat shatters the tension between us. Coriolanus takes a few instinctive steps back as I swing my head around to look at who dared interrupt us. 

Dean Casca Highbottom.

‘Mr Snow, Miss Plinth. I assume you are heading into the hall to hear the announcement?’ He looked disgusted, disappointed. 

‘Yes, of course, Dean Highbottom.’ Coriolanus responded instantly, leaving me standing with the Dean, marching back into the grand hall, his hands reaching up to fix his hair

‘They can’t make the announcement without me, Casca. You know that,’ I give him a knowing look before following Coriolanus’ lead. I look back over my shoulder to see the Dean opening a vial and consuming the contents. 

I found Coriolanus standing with my brother and another girl from our class, Dovecote, Clemensia I believe. I give her a slight nod as a hello, not wanting to waste my breath on her. ‘Hello Sejanus, Coriolanus.’ glancing up at the boys, flashing a quick smirk at them.

‘Rhea, where were you?’ Sejanus queries, his brows furrowed, ‘you’re meant to be naming the winner.’ 

‘Brother mine, you worry too much. Besides, there's been a slight change in plan.’ This is power. Knowledge. Money. 

��Can everyone take their seats,’ the instructions come from one of the teachers at the Academy.

I leave the group and make my way up to the podium, passing Dean Highbottom on the way. The room silences as I ascend the stairs. As I glance down to the crowd, I catch Coriolanus’ eye, he looks hopeful. He needs this prize. To anyone else, it’s about the title. To him, this is everything. 

‘My father, Strabo Plinth, has been gracious enough, over the years, to provide incentive to those at the Academy in the form of the Plinth Prize. An award bestowed upon the student who excels in every aspect of their education. An honour for any student who wins it.’ my voice strong, conductive, they are hanging on my every word. Power. I see Arachne glare over at the blond boy, they all think they know. They all think he has won. ‘This year, we want to make things harder, create more of a challenge. This year, myself and my mentor, Dr. Ghaul, want you. The top twenty-four. The elite. To become mentors yourselves.’ slight muttering begins to spread around the room. ‘This reaping day, you will be assigned tributes, you will guide them, make spectacles of them, and one of you. You will create a victor.’ 

The voices become louder, anger begins to bubble. Arachne is already complaining, Sejanus looks horrified. But Coriolanus, he is furious. And me, a large grin spreads its way across my face.

Now this. This is power.

[unclewaynemunson]

Jeff is one of my favorite characters and I think we should start a post of all our favorite Jeff headcanons. He and Freak get left out in almost every Eddie-centric fic I read, with his "best friend" being either Gareth or Chrissy, and I'm tired of it. Jeff is wonderful. Here's my hc's:

- Jeff and Eddie have been best friends since middle school. They started CC and Hellfire together.

- they went to the Snowball together and rigged the bubble machine to spew bubbles during the slow dance songs. The dance had to end early and Jeff and Eddie never got caught

- Jeff's parents loves Eddie. They used to have sleepovers at each other's place almost every weekend.

- Jeff was the first person Eddie came out to. Jeff tried to be surprised and "that's great, man, thanks for telling me!" But Eddie saw right through that.

- Eddie is afraid of geese and spiders. Jeff thinks this is fucking hilarious.

- post-Vecna, Jeff is the one Eddie reconnects with first. Eddie tells him everything, despite the NDAs and Steve's warnings. Jeff believes him, because he knows there's wacky shit going on in Hawkins, and he's seen Eddie's wounds.

- they have that kind of friendship that nothing can break. Even if they don't see or talk to each other for years, because Life Happens and people lose touch, they'll always have part of themselves carved out for their best friend.

Ok, that's all I got for now, and sorry for the long ask! I just love Jeff so much and he (and Freak, too, because Freak gets ignored because of fatphobia) deserves just as much love and attention as Gareth gets.

What are your Jeff and Eddie headcanons?

I am loving this Jeff love and your headcanons, thank you so much for sending this to me!!! <3

I think with Unnamed Freak things are a bit different bc, yaknow, he doesn't have a name. For me at least that makes me hesitant to write about him so I don't wanna go as far as to say it's all bc he's fat (even though I'm not gonna deny that that probably also plays a part in how popular he is in this fandom urgh). Anyway, yes this fandom certainly does Jeff dirty. I think it's this gross combination of racism and people copying a lot from already existing stories, characterizations and headcanons without much critical thinking of their own (which baffles me, if you're creative enough to write a story please use that creativity for some originality ffs). Anyway, this is gonna turn into a rant again can you tell I'm still annoyed? so let's turn to something more positive now, like my headcanons for our beloved Jeff:

He was the first person in Hawkins (after Wayne obviously) that Eddie got close to. For Jeff it was kinda the same, being a black, nerdy boy in this town had been very isolating for him and Eddie was his first real friend.

Unnamed Freak made their duo into a trio a bit later. All the others in the group (including Gareth) were Eddie's "lost little sheepies" who he sought out to protect. This means that Jeff and Unnamed Freak are the only people who don't borderline worship Eddie but see him (and love him) for who he is including all his flaws. They're also the only ones not afraid to call him out on his bullshit.

Jeff's mom is really cool. Her name is Pauline and she's not like Jeff at all (she was a cheerleader in high school). Despite their differences they love each other a lot. (Jeff's mom is actually heavily featured in one of the fics I wrote so I got her all fleshed out lmao)

He has two little twin sisters. They're friends with Erica, one of them is one of her friends we meet in the mall in s3. He has this typical hate-love relationship with his sisters: they fight a lot, but at the end of the day, he would die for them.

HE'S BISEXUAL

While he can't wait to get out of Hawkins and to a place that'll be more accepting of him, he doesn't want to move too far away from his family.

He's the most loyal friend in the world, 100% a ride-or-die kinda guy

While he does love metal a lot, his guilty pleasure is Tina Turner

Tell me all your Jeff headcanons i wanna hear more about him!

[autumnslance]

Final Fantasy XVI Music

Want to know what the tracks for the upcoming crossover sound like? Once again, Masayoshi Soken & Team have given us some bangers, and the selection is nice.

I'll add them (mostly) in the FF16 OST's list order, along with lyrics for "Find the Flames", below the cut.

Starting us off with the menu music, 16's version of the FF Prelude.

An arrangement of Cidolfus Telamon's theme. Takafumi Imamura's done some of my favorite FF14 tracks too. The title translation is "Thunder in the Machine" since this Cid is not only a scientist/engineer, but also the Dominant of Ramuh.

Field music for one of the nations of Valisthea, the Holy Empire of Sanbreque.

Another field theme, this time for Clive's homeland, Rosaria.

An arrangement of Joshua/Phoenix's theme. The lyrics for the full version are good.

Clive's theme song, heard in the crossover trailer and pretty much everywhere else. Blood-pumping sound and lyrics.

An arrangement of Clive's theme, as he comes to terms with a hard truth.

World Map theme, an arrangement of the FF Prelude.

"Our Terms" is a Hideaway (home base) default theme, and while not one of the rewards, it is the music heard in the crossover trailer while riding Torgal, so it may be his mount up music.

"Before The Storm - Caer Norvent" (site of a significant confrontation) and "To Sail Forbidden Seas" (the battle theme against other Dominants and their Eikons) are too big for Tumblr's audio uploads, so I'll add links to those in the Replies. Caer Norvent will have some scenes, but nothing one can't see in the demo as it's a very early encounter, and it's mostly talking. The battle theme video has no gameplay.

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A little disappointed we get none of the many arrangements of "My Star", Jill Warrick's theme. The full song plays at the very end as the credits begin to roll, sung by Amanda Achen, music by Soken, arranged by Keiko, lyrics by Michael-Christopher Koji-Fox.

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Lyrics for "Find the Flame":

Dig, dig, dig, dig, deeper Dig, dig, dig, dig, deeper Delve, delve, delve, delve, deeper Weep, weep, weep, weep, weeper Dig, dig, dig, dig, deeper Dig, dig, dig, dig, deeper Wake, wake, wake, wake, sleeper Reap, reap, reap, reap, reaper

Raise thy lantern, pioneer Shine upon the far frontier Fingers cracked and body broken Mind adaze yet soul awoken

Diving into the...mire! Laid out upon the...pyre! Never this soul shall...tire! Running into the...fire!

Your bleary bloodshot eyes open wide in the dawn Let the light in and brighten the shades that sleep inside you

Find the flame, the flame, the flame Find the flame, the flame, the flame Let its light blind you

Delve in this dark abyss. Fathomless emptiness, Till the kiss of fire enfolds you!

[marys-little-cringes]

Let me start with a clean slate Pt.2

Pt.1 - Pt.3

Fandom: Smallville

Relationship: Clark Kent/Lex Luthor

Additional Tags: Bromance, Bromance to Romance, AU, Curtain Fic, Pre-Slash

Summary:

[4s17ep "Onyx"] An alternate ending in which the Lexs didn't reunite, instead Alexander is captured by Lex.

A/N:

I finished watching season 7, I am sad and frustrated. Starting with Belle Reve, it became vital for me that everything would be fine, because I can see perfectly well how everything is f*cked up. This series has become some sort of guide for me to the world where these two have a chance. The thing is, English isn't my native language and this is my first ff in English, so my also not-native-speaker-editor @nigthwingsleftbuttcheek and me did our best.  Anyway feel free to mark my typos or other errors if you find any. I would be most grateful!

Part 2

Clark was at the gates of the Luthor mansion by the agreed hour. He checked in at the security post, which has become a well—established ritual lately. When you just go to visit, there is no reason to rush at super speed through all obstacles. As he approaching Lex's office, he almost ran into a group of people in business suits. He hesitated, listened to the conversation, and only then went to the door.

Clark was at the gates of the Luthor mansion by the agreed hour. He checked in at the security post, which has become a well—established ritual lately. When you just go to visit, there is no reason to rush at super speed through all obstacles. As he approaching Lex’s office, he almost ran into a group of people in business suits. He hesitated, listened to the conversation, and only then went to the door.

Lex was sitting at the table, rubbing his temples. At the sight of Kent, his haggard expression was instantly replaced by a sincere smile.

‘‘Clark! Accurate as a clock.’’ He stood up from the table, arms outstretched. As he passed the drinks table, he took a soda from the ice bucket. He spun on his heel and hurled it toward the sofas.

Clark consciously restrained himself from a super-high-speed jerk, jumped for the tin can, grabbed it in flight and plopped down on the sofa, which made an almost human groan under his weight.

‘‘Quarterback!’’ Lex threw his fist in the air, undisguised pride flashed in his eyes.

Another one of their new rituals, which was initiated by chance. The first time Lex wanted to give him a soda, a wet can slipped out of his fingers and the young man caught it spectacularly. And so it goes: Luthor was making increasingly difficult throws, and Clark invariably caught.

Clark sat down on the couch, waited a little while until it was safe to open a soda without risking getting doused from head to toe. He didn’t understand every word from the conversations of the people in business suits — only that they didn’t bring good news for Lex.

‘‘Are you hungry, Clark?’’ he asked, sitting down opposite him.

‘‘Nah, mom fed me a big deal.’’ Clark patted his stomach.

‘‘In any case, Metropolis is full of nightlife.’’ Lex leaned back on the sofa, absently twirling the water bottle in his hands.

‘‘Is something wrong?’’ the young man asked cautiously. ‘‘I heard—’’

Luthor got serious, and his gaze became tired and even dreary.

‘‘That’s not your concern, Clark,’’ he said softly. ‘‘Don’t worry about it; we have a wonderful evening ahead of us. Let’s focus on this instead.’’

Clark reached forward and put his hand on Lex’s knee, looking into his eyes.

‘‘Hey, start with a clean slate, remember? Friendship that isn’t based on mutual benefit alone — your words. You can talk to me, I’m always there. So let’s come again. Lex, what’s wrong?’’

Luthor smiled with the corners of his lips, the way he does, rubbed his forehead, unscrewed the lid from the bottle and took a couple of large sips.

‘‘Things are... not going well. There were some careless actions of Luthorcorp’s that didn’t pass by the attention of journalists, the shares fell... significantly. Now the discontent of investors has been quite clearly conveyed to me, especially if the profit really, as analysts warned, will fall by the end of the quarter...’’ Lex ran his hand over his head. ‘‘Well, generally, it’s rather unpleasant to admit that the genius of business in our vicious tandem was obviously not me. I, so to speak, overestimated the importance of a humanistic approach to running a business.’’

‘‘I’m sure you’re doing your best.’’

‘‘Thanks, Clark. Unfortunately, this isn’t enough. Business is like the animal world. The strongest and the fittest survives. One sign of weakness and you will be devoured without hesitation. And my last steps in management were considered precisely a weakness.’’

‘‘But you can fix it, right?’’

‘‘Of course. Nothing irreparable has happened yet... however, I’m starting to realize that I’ve also overestimated my independence from him. He was the one who made tough, sometimes cruel decisions. He is ruthless and capable of inspiring terror, but in business it turned out to be exactly the traits that are so necessary for success. Not all the right decisions are pleasant. Not all reasonable solutions can be presented intelligibly if they are not afraid of you.’’

Clark couldn’t believe his ears.

‘‘You mean you’re willing to merge with him again just because of LuthorCorp? But this is—’’

‘‘LuthorCorp is a complex multicomponent organism. No matter how I feel about my father, he created it out of nothing. And I promised myself that I will raise it to a qualitatively new level using my own methods, not his. This is a legacy, Clark, this is what I will leave behind, my imprint in history. Using these colossal production facilities, LuthorCorp can solve the most pressing problems of humanity! I’m not going to lose everything just because of my thoughtless, short-sighted leadership!’’

Clark was having a hard time digesting it.

‘‘So this is final?’’

Lex grinned mirthlessly at the fire crackling in the fireplace.

‘‘I knew this would be a difficult decision. The more difficult it will be for me, the longer I exist on my own. And yet I didn’t even realize how much. How could I imagine how good it feels when you’re all alone in your head?’’

‘‘Your… Have your scientists been able to come up with something? How to weaken it?’’

‘‘I would call this a moderately optimistic result. No one can say for sure how it will be. Unfortunately, there’s no another person who could share their experience.’’ Lex chuckled. ‘‘Or rather, I think it wouldn’t be so difficult for me to carry out the tests... But I’m not ready to put anyone through the same thing I’ve been through.’’

Clark bit his lip, remembering how he felt when the black kryptonite tore him and Kal-El apart.

‘‘If there’s anything — anything I can do for you, just tell me.’’

Luthor looked up at him, and Kent felt very uncomfortable. He had never seen Lex so defenseless.

‘‘I don’t know what will happen to me,’’ Lex said once more. ‘‘I don’t know if my current self will remain after the merger or if we will dissolve into each other. I don’t know if my memories of this time will be preserved.’’ Lex paused, gathering his thoughts. ‘‘I’d like you to be there when it happens. I want you to be the last thing I see and the first thing... Lex sees. Maybe then— Of course, I’m not asking you to be in the same room with me,’’ he laughed sadly. ‘‘I’ll be in an explosion-resistant room; we don’t want a repeat of agricultural laboratory’s accident... You won’t be in any danger. It’s just that I... I…’’

Clark didn’t need him to explain anything. He impulsively moved over to Lex and hugged him tightly. Lex tensed for a second, but the next moment allowed himself to relax and rested his head on a broad shoulder.

‘‘Rest assure I’ll be there for you, Lex. I promise.’’