#he causes problems on purpose everywhere he goes

[newkatzkafe2023]

How about Y/N that is like scylla from greek mythology or epic the musical (you choose), like she's terrifying and huge but on those who she is close, she's like a gentle giant and soft spoken, kind of like the song 'your beauty never scares me' (just some fluff, cause I think its cute!)

Your beauty never ever scares him😍🥰

(Lmk Wukong) Ok so you are admittedly scary however he feels something very sad about you. With what happened to you in the past of course your sad and insecure, but Wukong didn't love you any less. He loved to smother you with affection and reassurance, and make sure you know that you are loved and appreciated by him. He also loves to leave kisses in your more sensitive and private areas, especially your tentacles. He'll never be afraid of you, not shut up and come play with you king💛😘

(MKR Wukong)......................He had actively licks his lips when he had first saw your monster form. You may be huge and scary, but you're still his perfect, powerful wifey, talking to him in that soft voice, making his spine shiver in desire. Your beauty will never scare him. If anything, it makes him desire you more than anything in the world, your Appearance never scares him. If anything, it turns him on. He also loves your long soft tentacles, especially when they squeeze him tightly and sneak into his pants. It's so sexy and risky, especially in public, and he wouldn't have you any other way🥰❤️‍🔥

(HIB Wukong) Oh his poor huge insecure wifey as somebody with appearance issues he knows how it feels to be judged for your looks. Which is why he would never do that to you Wukong is aware of how gentle and kind you actually are, not to mention how motherly you are to Luier and Silly girl as you go out of your way to take care of them. Wukong always thought you are beautiful not to mention....a giant. Wukong would blush hotly at your sharp teeth and tentacles, and in your private time things would get heated especially when you touched everywhere at once. Ohhhh don't change for anyone especially for him🤤

(NR Wukong) The old man monkey scurries around wearing a mask.....he shouldn't be talking about faces either. However, he understands your fears and insecurities, so he makes sure to show you, bringing you out to dates and complimenting you and your looks and qualities like your kindness and willingness to help the people around you. He definitely drools over your big, strong tentacles squeezing him so hard and firmly....the point is he'll never be scared off by your scary face, with your kind, soft-spoken, and gentle demeanor and personality Wukong can confirm that he hit the jackpot when it came to you🥰😘🩷.

(Netflix Wukong) He understands your fears more than you'll ever know, but he doesn't fear you. He can never fear you. He loves your soft voice, and you're the very definition of gentle gaint. With how you treat him like glass, it's so adorable. Your endless kindness warms his heart and your soft-spoken voice, often falling asleep with ease. Sometimes, he kisses your many faces when he seeings there's tears in your many pretty eyes. He loves to praise you and your strength and power and wouldn't take you granted on purpose. Wukong loves you and your Appearance doesn't change a thing❤️.

(BMW Wukong) He finds your insecurities and fears to be ridiculous, even though he would go into kill mode if anyone insults you. Wukong goes into damage control by giving you very steaming and sexy compliments and calling you his beautiful peach. Not to mention how powerful you truly are in and off the battlefield, and it was sooooo hot and Wukong couldn't get enough of you. Overall your looks is just a bonus to him and he'll have no problem showing you just how much he loves you💙

(Destined one) You have his sympathy 100% especially when he got to know and fell in love with you. You were definitely intimidating at first glance but you were such a gentle giant, he can never be scare of you. The Destined one would make sure to plan dates that will be comfortable to you, his favorite thing to do with you is cuddling as you had many tentacles would hold him close to you. The Destined one would also blush at times because of how warm and firm you feel making him have not so innocent thoughts and have the urge to kiss you in your sensitive parts. He can't wait to take you home again..🩵🤤

(Lotmk Wukong) He understands why you think you're so insecure and depressed because people treated you like a big, ugly monster. However, Wukong thinks otherwise he thinks you're kind, sensitive, gentle, selfless, and most of all beautiful. It was love at first sight for him, and you quickly became special to him, spending all his free time with you and showering you with fun gifts and giving you compliments. Wukong would endlessly give affection to make sure you never be a monster to him, although every time he feels your tentacles on his bare body....he simply blushes🤎😊.

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[priviie]

Teaching history in Gundam’s Universal Century timeline must be a huge pain in the ass because of Char Aznable. You’ll have a teacher explaining the history of the One Year War and the post war reconstruction era and then they’ll inevitably have to mention Char and I imagine the conversation goes like:

Teacher: “Char, born Casaval Rem Deikun, was a pivotal figure not just in the One Year War but in the reconstruction era that followed. He has had many aliases but for the sake of this class we’ll-“

Student raises their hand, shit eating grin on their face: “can you tell us some of the other names he had?”

Teacher, sighing deeply, knowing what’s about to happen: “During his time in the Anti-Earth Union Group he went by the alias of Quattro Bajeena.”

Student: “FOUR OF THEM???”

And then the entire class erupts in laughter and the teacher gives up the lesson for the day because there’s no coming back from that. Char, meanwhile, will look on from the grave and think to himself “heh, got another one”

[sunboki]

⎯ CHRISTMAS BLUES a Hwang Hyunjin fiction

🎄 : Hwang Hyunjin x implied! fem. reader

TROPE. enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, reader is a writer, one bed au, forced proximity au, hyunjin is an artist(not mentioned a ton), coincidences

WORD COUNT. 7.3k words ☆ 40 minute read

WARNINGS. cursing, angst galore, mention of sex (non desc.), breakup, hurt feelings, making up, mentions of getting drunk

AUG'S NOTES. this is a stupidly lovestruck hallmark christmas mindset talking, whatever you read below is definitely not me… definitely. anyway, happy holidays to everyone that celebrates! this has been sitting in my drafts for months now, initially planned to be a smau, then a fic!! hope this fic exceeds your expectations, feel free to leave a reblog or comment of your thoughts!

PLAYLIST.

SYNOPSIS. You thought getting a call from Hyunjin was the last thing you needed during the holidays, but when he reminds you of your non-refundable tickets to Paris you had booked seven months prior to your earth-shattering breakup, you realize that his call was the least of your problems.

or alternatively :

Just a week over Christmas with your ex in Paris, what could go wrong?

Every circumstance has a question that goes along with it.

How did I get so lucky? Why did you leave?

As for yours, it’s fairly simple.

Where did we go wrong?

December 18th – Seoul, South Korea.

Holding onto what could’ve been is stupid, you agreed upon that mindset a long time ago. However, the past, Him being the past, lingered around you like the scent of citrus still clinging beneath your fingernails even after washing your hands. Everywhere. He was everywhere. And no matter how hard you tried to erase the memories of what was, they served their memory purpose and disfigured your mind all the same.

And so, you replaced it.

Replaced the hurt, the searing burn, with someone else. Who turned into someone else, and someone else after that till the only thing sufficing any weekly relationship was a no-strings attached notion.

Until you met Seungmin.

He was your vice, the person dragging you out of your self-made hole of false sanctuary and safety. He laid all his flaws on the table, showed himself to you. Seungmin was gentle and kind, he was patient— more patient than anyone else in this world— and loving. Oh so loving.

But behind your undying affection for your boyfriend, he saw something you didn’t. Perhaps in your eyes, perhaps in your soul, bared to him on an onslaught of occasions.

Longing.

He saw longing in your treasured hues, longing for someone that wasn’t him.

Because some scars take longer to fade away, but yours hadn’t even begun to heal. Masked with his many layers of band-aids only to never staunch the cut, the one Hwang Hyunjin left on you.

“Seungmin I’m so sorry—“

“You love him, I know,” He nods his head, a sad, soft smile holding place on his lips.

Tonight was the night he officially talked about it. The unforgivable thought continuing to incessantly plague his mind.

Although, he didn’t regard you sourly for it. That connection you had with Hyunjin was something no other person could return nor deliver, and he had to accept that if he really loved you.

If Seungmin really loved you, he wanted the best for you, even if that meant the best were when you weren’t with him.

You were shocked when he brought up the matter, asked if you really missed him, asked if you still loved him. Yes, you had of course discussed your previous relationship, but never to this extent, never so blatantly.

Though the absolute kindness in both his tone and the way he looked at you, seated at the dinner table, kept you from lying.

It’s not fair. Not fair for Seungmin, your boyfriend, to have to take responsibility for your tormented feelings. But here he is, assuring you nevertheless.

Because he’s known. He knew from the start you weren’t over Hyunjin. Knew that, despite so much ache and anguish he caused, your heart can’t help but beat at his pace, fruitlessly connected.

And he knew in the end things would fall apart just like this, and his spot as a placeholder would fall apart along with it.

That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt though.

“He hurt you, but you love Hwang Hyunjin, I know.” He whispers, fingers tightly twined beneath the table. There’s a sort of hiccuping sound bubbling up from your throat. You stave it down.

“I’m sorry.”

He smiles, smiles when you don’t deny it, reaching forward for your trembling hands to take in his own.

“I want you to be happy, Y/N. I’m not the one you’ll be happy with though.”

A soft squeeze before he rises and curves to where you sit, free-flowing tears threatening to cascade past glossy eyes.

Without hesitation you wrap your arms around him in a hug, chest wracking with unfiltered sobs. Guilty. Guilt is devouring your soul. You don’t deserve Seungmin, nor does he deserve to be hurt so cruelly by someone he loves. But here you are, ruining him.

He’d never admit it, but the pain in his eyes—the ones you’ve stared at countless times—will always remain evident. No amount of smiling or laughing can hide that.

Pulling back while your arms stayed hooked upon his shoulders, you savor the kiss he places on your lips, the ones he delicately pressed to each of your wrists.

Sad. It’s a sad kiss. A kiss that causes your entire body to wilt against him, crashing deeper and deeper into his warmth, his comfort. He’s not false, he’s real. A real, unadulterated love you’re undeserving of.

Guilty.

“If you’re happy,” He breathes, leaning in to land gentle pecks all over your face, forehead connecting with your own. “I’ll be okay.”

December 20th – Seoul, South Korea.

Your room is still exactly as it has been. Pillows faced the same way, sheets still tousled and hanging halfway off the bed. Hell, he hasn’t even touched the blinds — staying open throughout countless nights, your perfume lingering.

Like he was afraid his touch would break apart what he had left of you.

He hopes, swallowing down the remainder of wine in his glass, you’ll be able to look back and laugh at what used to be, find the matter childish and ridiculous.

What you used to be.

Lovers.

Not kids anymore, you taught him once before. You also taught him how deep a love could be. There’d always be a space for you here, just as you left it. Although, he doubts you’d come back. In fact, you’ve probably moved on with your life. Found someone else to fill the space he did.

But maybe, if he keeps the room as it was for long enough, your room; if Hyunjin keeps those tiny paper notes you wrote for him long enough, you would come back.

What a lie.

Wishful thinking takes you far then drops you into festering despair over and over, he’s learned this the hard way.

Starting with a text.

He blinked once, then twice, then three times—picking apart his brain in order to recollect anything, any details whatsoever that could decipher this random message on a Monday morning.

Paris.

Paris?

Paris.

It hits him, evidently.

Immediately clutching his head and simultaneously slapping an aghast hand over his mouth, a sensation recognizable as utmost horror obliterates his soul into pieces, quite literally rocking his world.

Months ago, he remembered.

You’d been stupid, you’d been drunk, and impulsively booked the tickets, laughing off the “no refunds” reminder as if nothing would’ve ever happened.

It did though. And now he’s dealing with the karma in return for that idiotic decision. Soon enough you both will.

Non refundable tickets to Paris, two days from now, together.

What were the chances?

Blindly tapping his password into his phone, he (just as blindly) jams his finger to the first caller he sees, who turns out to be Minho, seeming like both a blessing and a curse in unison.

Never before had Hyunjin so clearly lost his mind and control of his words, but there’s always a first time for everything, right?

“Minho, what the hell am I supposed to do? She hates me and the flight is booked two days from now. This is just.. Fuck!” Hyunjin pours, slamming his hands against the steering wheel, burying his head into the leather as if that would magically make his endless desperation disappear.

He didn’t usually curse, so when he did, whatever had happened was serious. He carried his words elegantly, proficiently.

He'd be the last picked candidate for elegance right about now.

“If I were Chan I would’ve said you should still try talking to her about it, but in my opinion that wouldn’t change a thing. So suck it up Hwang, it can’t be that bad.”

Ah. Remind me why I ever decided to call you hoping for advice.

‘Hwang’ was the name his friend had reserved for him, coming from a long line of tissues in the mouth and other ways Minho would pick fun at the blonde. But he was at least trying to help, somewhat.

How he got himself into this situation is honestly laughable, situation being your nasty breakup and a plane to Paris.

Great. Paris is great, right? Wrong.

Because this stupid, stupid trip to Paris isn’t one he’s going on alone to enjoy the sights and delicacies there, it’s one with you, the girl who ripped his heart in half two months ago. The trip you’d planned while you were still head-over-heels, not hating his guts.

Oh, and your tickets were nonrefundable. Couldn’t forget about that part.

“.. What am I gonna do?”

“Suck it up, duh.”

“And please enlighten me on how the hell I'm supposed to ‘suck it up’ in a plane seat right next to her for thirteen hours and spend every day glued to the hip, your honor.”

The mental picture of Minho’s fraud-innocent face through the line grated his nerves like nothing else. Brows lifted, mouth slightly open. He wanted to punch that imaginary face so badly right now.

"Then follow Chan’s tutorial on making it up to your now-ex. You asked me for my opinion, and you got it. Look, all I’m saying is this is a good chance to get some level ground between you two, even if you still fly back hating each other—"

“I don’t hate her,” Hyunjin quickly quips.

Honestly, truthfully, he doesn’t hate you, he can’t hate you and he doubts he ever will. You were the one responsible for years upon years of the best moments of his life, how could he hate you for that?

Although, by the way you looked at him that night, he doubts your response would be the same.

Minho sighs.

"Even better, you could fly back with her hating you slightly less."

For once the snarky man he was spilling his problems to had provided decent reason, it was terrifying.

From a spectators point of view, his utter fit had to be quite a sight. For the record, witnessing thee calm and collected Hwang Hyunjin go insane in his car wasn’t a sight you’d see on a regular day.

But today wasn’t a regular day. Instead, it was the day he found himself trapped in a loophole of love and war with his ex.

What were the chances?

There’s no book that could wholly describe Hyunjin.

Even as a writer yourself, not even Shakespeare could depict him to the full extent. He’s flawless but so flawed, kind and yet malicious in terms of his brilliantly unfair beauty.

Every day you run into Hwang Hyunjin. The first few times, you called it coincidence, told yourself his meeting happened to be at the same time, maybe he was headed to a neighboring coffee shop.

Well, before those few days turned into every day on your commute.

And when a breakup is as nasty as yours was, it’s not too refreshing constantly seeing your ex on the daily afterward.

Today, Hwang Hyunjin is wearing a tan trench coat that reaches down to his knees. He’s wearing the same tennis shoes as always (except his usual camera is absent from the picture), and his hair is pulled up, soft, sandy strands framing either side of his face. He stands on the other side of the crosswalk, occupied with his phone while you internally ridicule him.

Staring daggers into his frame, the frigidly cold beverage in hand doesn’t aid in warming up chilling temperatures burning your fingertips, signs of winter’s impending approach.

He looks up.

You avert your gaze to your shoes. You can feel his eyes on you; feel them traveling over your body, then to your face, boring into your skull. He’s waiting, watching.

And somehow, you know you’ll eventually have to make eye contact. Because on your normal route, your turn left on Harrison street, then right on Fords. He’s there. Unbelievably, wildly, he’s there.

It’s the one factor in your (almost) perfect life without him that makes things hell.

Back then, you were like clockwork. Not a minute going by without someone being awake. You taking a nap after spending two hours searching synonyms on Thesaurus, Hyunjin just waking up, heading out with his signature Canon camera loosely hung around his neck.

Two perfect oppositions leaving their cluttered love scattered all over a cheap apartment.

For Hyunjin, it was the mug you’d gotten him last christmas labeled in bold font: “ART WHORE”, while yours was an equally degrading “SHE WOULD RATHER FUCK THE MEN IN HER BOOKS” sticker print slapped on the back of your laptop.

Little did you know you’d be desperately scraping the sticker off seven months later, that you’d leave your chapter unfinished since breaking up and that he had likely thrown away that mug.

Or maybe not. Maybe he painted over it, scribbled it out and somehow made it look good. Hyunjin has a way of making anything catastrophic look pretty.

You, on the other hand, are an erupting volcano. One that cries its lava onto the earth and doesn’t leave a pretty photograph. One that froths and rumbles, and destroys things as it goes.

Perfect opposites, exactly.

Now for the real question, the monumental “where did we go wrong” part that served as an explanation.

Three little words.

I love you.

You lied.

Those are big words, big words for somebody. Big words for yourself, words you spoke to Hwang Hyunjin, looped in his apartment, making love on the couch.

Big words he didn’t return.

Big words that kept your heart stilled in your chest, left your lips blue, drowned as you collected your discarded clothes off the floor.

And you left.

You didn’t need the awkward silence, the “let me think about it”, the bullshit they spouted Kissing-Booth-style. You needed him, his reassurance when you were your most vulnerable. His three words that told you your three years together weren’t one sided, not wordlessly confessed through actions though too scared to say aloud – a feared incantation.

Words he never said. Because you did love Hwang Hyunjin, so much it consumed you into his favorite muse, him your inspiration. Then came the doubt. The recollection of your favorite, dearest moments. Was it all a lie?

Those hour-long seconds, tangled on his sofa, kept that incessant anxiety alive.

You thought you found the one when your drunk night didn’t turn into an orgasm you can’t remember, but rather being coaxed into a warm shower despite your complaining about your pants being too tight.

Somehow, you can still feel his tender kisses like a ghost of a presence, littering the skin of your shoulder instead of the sloppy alcohol ridden ones you’d known before, and for once you had woken up beside the person responsible — not to a note saying they had to leave early.

He was the one responsible for teaching you how to paint, propping you in his lap, hand guiding your own while tracing careful strokes on the canvas. It was hardly possible sitting on his stool together, though neither of you noticed (nor cared), too busy savoring the intimacy of the moment.

That was Hyunjin. He was the glass of water placed in front of you after one too many at happy hour. He was the relaxing bath when everything hurt, the shoulder to cry on.

But you were mistaken. He wasn’t the one. Seungmin was the one, the one you had left behind only to chase after a toxic remedy.

In fact, Hyunjin never was the one.

And it fucking hurt remembering that.

December 21st - 22nd – Seoul, South Korea.

The last news you’d anticipated slammed into you like a bus.

Cozied up at your desk, a number pops up on your screen, interrupting the one moment of silence you managed to enjoy. Most people didn’t call during your work hours, except Seungmin, who, for the record, called before work.

The number you’d memorized by heart was not normal either.

Him.

“Before you curse at me,” He begins, and your hand hesitantly hovers over the call button, jaw clenched beyond reason, silence shouting loud. No strength in your bones allowed you to reply. Was it fear, hatred? Both most likely.

Taking the time to continue, his silky tone lulls along the line.

“Do you remember the tickets?”

Hatred seemed the dominant factor.

“What are you talking about?” You rhetorically snap, obviously annoyed albeit confused.

Tickets? It’s been three months, why the hell are tickets the first thing he’s mentioning?

He sighs. “The tickets to Paris. You remember, don't you?”

It takes you a moment, then, aha.

How could you forget? The tip of the iceberg of what two naive, lovestruck idiots thought would be forever. Little did they know everything would slip past their fingertips.

”Well um, did you know they’re non-refundable?”

Huh.

“WHAT?!”

You’d just managed to convince yourself free of Hyunjin, but he simply dragged you further into his labyrinth.

Or so you thought.

You had grown since he broke you (with the help of your better-ex, Seungmin). You evolved better (or so you told yourself). So out of the plentiful lessons you’d learned during your reflection, the factor that stuck with you most was that nobody is there to pick up for you. No matter how much you think they will.

You swore yourself into the belief Hyunjin would mend you, but you lived blind to the truth that he was just as broken as you were, a dog chasing its tail.

And so, you dealt with it.

In ways.

Whether that was incessantly talking to yourself, fanatically checking the date, contacting Felix on the verge of tears for him to laugh and then attempt at consoling your doom, or googling the best ways to run away from your predicament, fate had it out for you.

A disgustingly impertinent, unfairly fair fate.

Packing wasn’t all too stressful, unless you count trying on an entire entourage of outfits descending from dinner to snow-attire, then focusing on simple.

And it really shouldn’t have been so awful getting into your car, nonetheless waking up to realize today was the dreaded day, but it was, and you seriously deserved an award for the amount of times you checked your clock.

Although, you at least expected to have a little bit of time before having to face him again. Talking and interacting, not just drilling holes into his head. Little bit of time as in, a few years at least.

You were wrong.

Not the first time that’s happened.

“Hi Hyunjin.”

Answering his awaiting call with unsteady pitch, your eyes immediately gravitate to the blond-haired man. Taller in stature, leaning against a nearby pillar by your gate, staring directly at you.

Never had it felt so terrifying.

“Hey.”

You hesitate, never breaking eye contact with the man you’re speaking to a few meters away.

“Are we…Are we doing this again?”

He’s solemn. He’s not the same. Different.

“I don’t know. You decide for me.”

Never for a second does your gaze stray to his lips that barely move as he utters the line. Not the same either.

Before, you’d always been mesmerized by his lips. Then he’d notice and tease you prior to delivering the long-awaited kiss, again and again till you were breathless and your head became dizzy.

But this wasn't before; this is now, filled with grudges and sourness.

“You know I can’t make big decisions.”

That isn’t him. Isn’t the Hyunjin who would always provide endless tips and support, opinions unable to be held back without duct tape.

“Because you don’t want to get hurt knowing we chose this?” He whispers, and you tug your bottom lip between your teeth hard enough to bleed.

“Because I want better for us.”

“Y/n,” He sadly laughs, and your name rolling off his tongue sends an ache clawing your chest. It’s humorless, bitter in his throat.

“There is no us, only you and me, remember? So who do you want better for?”

There’s no twinkle in his eyes or his charming smile, it’s dry and painful, like he’d been crying.

You don’t want to think about that.

“Tell me something, okay?” Holding your phone to your ear with an iron grip, you slowly inhale through your nose, sparing a fleeting glance to the floor.

“Anything.”

“If I cry, will you hug me?”

“Do you want that?”

Question after question. He reaches in further, ripping out pieces of your soul with each inquiry. Stupid, sure. But genuine, all the way from the shrouded depths of your mind did you ask.

Of course you want that, want what’s so bad for you. No strength can make you admit it.

He knows the answer.

You hang up the call, fiddling around with your suitcase prior to wheeling the blundering thing over and ensuring you find a comfy spot out of Hyunjin’s sight.

Only five minutes of talking and you already feel as if your body is splintering into little pieces he’ll arrange into the perfect puzzle, ideal and pleasing.

He won’t. Not anymore he won’t.

And in that stead you’ll remain shattered.

What a shame.

Now boarding Group Five. All passengers in Group Five are welcome to board.

The hailing announcement earns a muffled groan through your mask, begrudgingly rising to your feet while directing your attention solely upon the bridge and your tightly held boarding pass. Luckily, Incheon International Airport isn’t half as hectic as you anticipated, but you have a gnawing feeling Paris will have a lot more to say.

Truth be told, you thank every lesson on task focus you once deemed useless as you shuffle among Paris-goers to find your seat.

One that obviously had to be right by Hwang Hyunjin.

“How’s you and Seungmin?” He fixes the length of his headphones, sparing a quick look at you while speaking. You despise how easy he treats this, how easy he’s treating everything at the moment.

Unfortunately, booking this hell-on-earth back when either of you were in your demented fantasy-land meant sitting beside each other also, in assigned seats.

Cupid really needs to give up by now.

You grunt beside him, uttering a hushed, “We broke up.”

Tilting his head, Hyunjin presses his face closer, craning. Close enough that you hold your phone up as a barrier, shrinking away nearer to the window.

“…Who broke up with who?”

Asshole.

Sighing boisterously, you shove in your own earbuds, rolling your eyes. Hyunjin, cocking a brow, dejectedly slouched back. Although he doesn’t ask any more questions, and you successfully get through your first three hours in silence.

Well, prior to the flight attendant strolling by with her cart, mandatorily beckoning orders from each row.

Wheeling her cart over where your seats are, Hyunjin takes a ginger ale and the customary pretzels they hand out. So when she gets to you and you order a Sprite, the man to your right’s head snaps to you, giving you quite an incredulous cock of his brow.

“No ginger ale?”

You wrinkle your nose.

“I don’t like it,” Biting back, you interrupt him upon accepting the canned soft drink, expression bitter and unwavering.

“You always got it when you were with me” or “Wasn’t it your favorite” was what you expected to come out of his mouth, positively obliterating any ounce of peace of mind remaining inside your rattling skull. You weren’t about to sit another seven hours sulking about something your ex said.

The ex you were very much over.

Right.

Your new goal? Avoid genuine conversation for as long as possible, at least on this flight.

So, given the chance to be deep in thought, you came to a conclusion.

You were clockwork, just like before. Except now instead of just equaling the time of day, he was the hour hand and you were the minute hand, always chasing after one another only to briefly touch and start all over again in an endless cycle of time.

Although the rockier the air gets and the more your grip squeezes the armrest does your initial goal falter, finding his considerate gesture asking if you were alright practically impossible to keep from responding to.

Especially when a huge drop has his hand racing atop yours, both too nervous to truly let go.

Just the circumstances, you blame, as if this plane was the sole cause of your slamming heartbeat.

Bullshit.

Four days and this trip was going to be one for the books for a multitude of reasons, that’s for sure.

Let’s just hope you can land first.

December 23nd – Paris, France.

His assuring hold on your hand guiding you through the bustling crowds of visitors and locals storming Charles de Gaulle Airport gives you this disgusting nostalgia, festering in your gut the longer you focus on his dark head of hair in front of you, kind, magnificent almond eyes flickering back to catch sight of you time and time again — like you’d magically sift from his grasp.

It’s a miracle you managed to hit ground in one piece, nevertheless end up with the notorious artist-jerkface named Hyunjin navigating you through an supremely overpopulated airport.

Perhaps it’s the scent of wispy pine or faint cigarette smoke that tinges the atmosphere such a rosy hue, perhaps everyone’s anticipation for the holiday’s. Either way, it certainly doesn’t help fuel your “absolutely NO touchy-feely-ness Hyunjin agenda”.

Well, you had no doubt you’d have to stick to your morals on this trip in the first place, and it’s not like the odds were supposed to work in your favor. Although, a little assistance would‘ve been nice.

Guess you’ll just have to make due.

Lovely.

“Thank you!” You shout, forcing your voice to sound chipper speaking to the Cab Driver (opposing the twenty-two hours of traveling you managed to survive through). Except now, you didn’t know what to do nor what to say standing outside the hotel entrance, especially not when Hwang Hyunjin was going to be biting your ass for the next few days.

Much to your luck though, it seemed he was just as clueless as you, both prioritizing just checking into your room first and foremost.

Thankfully, the sights are a wondrous source of distraction, and you devise a plan to go walking more often than not (and not just to avoid Hyunjin). Each building appears as if it’d been expertly carved from stone, historically aged beige, awnings titled a bottomless array of Grand Seiko and Jaeger-LeCoultre.

To add, huge paneled windows are placed in each room, allowing a breathtaking view of the city as evening dawns. Whether it’s a quaint bakery hitched right below a bookstore or the bell tower seated comfortably in the middle of a square—you could never get bored.

Seems your interest tore you away from an unwelcomed reality until Hyunjin cleared his throat, thick eyebrows raised questionably.

“..We could go ice-skating?” He offers, index pointing to the huge rink a few blocks to the left.

You don’t have to speak for him to know your response, unzipping your suitcase to gather a new change of clothes without a word.

“Look, I know you want nothing to do with me, but I doubt either of us will ever have enough money to come to Paris again, so just, do it for the experience, not for me.”

That’s it.

“For you? You think I’m doing this for you? Are you really that conceited to think I’m still catering to you, Hyunjin? I’ve changed whether you like it or not, and I’m not the girl that’s willing anymore,” You toss your clothing to the side, giving him a downright venomous stare. Loathing. “I’m not yours anymore.”

“In fact,” Spitting poison, you stab your index to his chest, causing him to back up the more you advance forward. “You don’t know shit about me.”

He appears torn. His nose scrunches, and his lips form a squabbled line upon his face, evidently troubled.

Somehow, those actions that normally earned your sympathy only reared your deftly oiled gears more, angrily roaring without fail.

“Because if you did, we wouldn’t be like this.”

Gesturing around, you retreat back a few steps, arms slapping your sides irritably. Meanwhile, the tall man remains silent, attention magnetically directed down at his shoes. And for a swift moment, mere seconds, you feel sorry — apologetic even.

It makes you sick to your stomach.

You exhale. “I’ll go, and not for you. Understood?”

Hyunjin doesn’t reply, biting his cheek as he watches you disappear into another room.

You thank the refreshing scent of peppermint for its momentary relief upon entering the bathroom, practically drenching your face in ice cold water over and over as if it’d clear your head.

For you; you’re doing this for you, nobody else, you remind yourself, prepping a washcloth and your toiletries whilst praying the warm shower water eases your blaring jet-lag.

Yet, you didn’t expect a visitor to suddenly pop in while you were mid-shampoo, and it seemed he didn’t expect it either.

You swore the prolonged eye-contact went on for centuries, absolute terror embracing every aspect of your face through the clear shower door.

“Fuck! Get out!”

Scurrying like a character off a cartoon, Hyunjin manages – through spilling apologies – to blindly ram himself into the door, hands gripping his skull.

Suddenly, he pauses, hesitating.

“Wait but I’ve seen you naked befo–”

“GET OUT!” You scream.

“Okay! Okay.” He hurriedly slips out, leaving you to rethink every decision made with his name involved. A recurring thought at this point.

And with that, you quickly accept that your jet lag isn’t even close to gone and likely won’t be as long as the artist sharing your hotel room is within a six-foot radius.

Oh, and you don’t know shit about ice-skating.

Of course, Hyunjin is a natural on ice. He glides like a snow spirit, freer than ever. Meanwhile, your nails are embedded into your vice of a railing, knees shakily attempting at balancing with little success.

He’s the princess, and you’re the frog. It’s decided. Walking while you crawled, running while you walked. A step ahead that was at some point motivating, now plain humiliating.

The ice rink is jam-packed, citizens and tourists alike savoring the crisp winter, the faded twinkling of lights glittering in the distance.

“C’mon, just one?”

You, clawing the icy edge, confusedly avert your focus to where the voice came from.

It’s Hyunjin, gesturing to his camera while you piece together his request before childishly whining your despair. He lifts his toboggan upward, a few endearing tufts of golden peering out to hang over crescent moon eyes, evidently smiling.

Leave it to this man to test your sanity. How could anybody say no when he looked that cute.

“Fine, one.”

Not like I could run off anyway, you mentally consider, finding the fact your legs are quite literally flailing as a good enough sign to give in.

“Yes!” He chirped happily, hurriedly fiddling with his camera.

Watching him with that kind of expression, you witness your Hyunjin again, fumbling around, so excited about the smallest of things.

It hurts.

“I..” He trails off, voice barely audible whilst winking to see through the lense. “Don’t want to miss a moment of you.”

“What was that?”

The camera flashes, and you wonder if you heard him correctly.

“Oh nothing.” His lips curl into a sheepish grin, easing toward you and unexpectedly prying your hand into his own, involuntarily pulling you along.

Panickedly, you clutch onto any article of clothing available (another goodbye to your no-touchy-feely-ness Hyunjin agenda) similar to the handrails, squeezing your eyes shut while painfully awaiting a harsh slam against rock-hard ice.

A harsh slam that never happens.

You cautiously open an eye.

“One, two, one, two.” He counts steadily, soaring across the ice, unable to contain the huge beam the longer he watches you. Captivating.

You fight the urge to smile, the sensation of wind whipping your hair and his warm, reminiscent touch setting your nerves into a dopamine frenzy, making the routinely frown much harder than need be.

Nevertheless, perhaps staying in Hyunjin’s grasp would’ve been the safer option. Because with confidence comes failure (at least in your book of life), and your knees would’ve definitely appreciated not getting ruined.

“Are you alright?” Hyunjin murmurs, sympathetically regarding your black and blue frame, looking worse for wear, skates in hand.

“Amputation has never sounded more tempting,” Grumbling, you hobble to return your skates, the man tailing behind you choking back his giggle, kindly waiting in case you stumble.

From the way things are going, the probability is high. Except, Hyunjin walks on eggshells, worried you might rip his head off in the case he asked the question sitting tentatively on the tip of his tongue.

Keeping himself contained had never been as unbearable as when with you, constantly having to refrain from wrapping your precious self into his arms, witness those warm, beautiful hues blinking at him like globes.

Five minutes into the walk back and your near-face-plant-turned-catastrophe was his last straw.

“Can I at least carry you?”

Your head snapping back was almost comical, ogling at Hyunjin as if he told you he’d been neutered or something.

Insane. He’s officially gone insane.

So have you, apparently. Because after getting all too familiar with the icy side walk for a fifth time, you give in, stifling your thoughts from erupting out of your skull—feeling like your entire earth was slowing down on its axis when he easily swept you off your feet.

Cute, hell, romantic too, until you arrive back at the hotel and the curious looks sent your way have your cheeks burning.

“This is so embarrassing.” You whine, burying your face in your hands. Of course, Hyunjin just laughs.

You missed his laugh.

And he cares for you that night, transporting you from room to room in his arms despite your complaints you could do so yourself (although you secretly preferred it, and no, not because it was Hyunjin, only because of how bruised your legs were).

Plus, the mental exhaustion was practically debilitating, sleep beckoning you into its cozy embrace as the clock ticked on the wall. The man before you knelt in front of where you sat on the side of the bed, gently applying antiseptic to your cuts while you blanked in and out of consciousness.

Any common sense had completely abandoned you. Certainly, since you hadn’t noticed only one bed sat dead center in the room. Nor had you noticed through your half-asleep eyes how sweetly he maneuvered you around, pulling the comforter snug over your body.

His hand strays, wistfully smoothing some hair from off your eyebrow.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers, gathering spare pillows and blankets.

He’ll sleep on the floor.

December 24th – Paris, France.

Apparently, there was much more to this Paris dilemma than just the “going to Paris” part (excluding, y’know, the havoc that’s occurred over the past three days).

This fantastic surprise came in the form of a booked Louvre Museum date, now a bit more like a punishment with your current state of soreness merely rising up from bed. And, in turn, seeing Hyunjin sawing logs on the floor below, an action you were inaudibly grateful for.

You two are a different kind of romantic if that’s what you want to call it, especially when Hyunjin practically barricades the bathroom door, nonsensically shouting that he won’t make the same mistake of walking in ever again.

Sweet gesture, but it gets a tad bit irritating when you have to basically charge the door in order to move the chair situated behind it, making you doubt if it was to keep Hyunjin himself out or keeping you in instead.

Yeah. Different kind of romantic. Exes kind of romantic.

Once 5pm rolls around, you’re already dressed and ready to leave, trying your darndest to pretend you’re doing something on your phone to evade conversation. A middle school move, though your ego is on the brink of becoming extinct anyway.

Seems the final act is when Hyunjin steps out of the bathroom, wearing that tan trench coat he always did.

He notices you analyzing, stifling a very tempting smirk.

“I thought you’d like this jacket. Y’know, since you stared at it all the time.”

With a sentence you watched your endangered ego obliterate in real time, embarrassment swallowing you whole. The cycle is neverending.

Thankfully, at least one factor in your unsolvable equation proves itself useful, the factor being your already purchased tickets, granting an earlier entrance into what felt to be a new world.

A new world you recognized as Hyunjin’s world. Vast, expansive. A place you can get lost in and be okay with. Stories hidden behind gold-rimmed frames, so much to tell if only you’d listen.

He lingers by the Psyche and Cupid sculpture longer than usual. Briefly, he told you about them many moons ago. Their love awakening from something much more tragic, apocalyptical.

What a coincidence.

You spend what feels to be days in there, daylight from the lengthy windows overhead falling dark by the time you’re finished. The temperature dropped exponentially while you explored, ignorant to the frigid conditions till realizing you still had your trek back.

Curse the taxi service for not running twenty-four hours.

“You grew your hair out.” You comment, but it’s not really a comment, more like an observation you already knew and felt the need to point out for some odd reason. The awkward silence is suffocating enough.

Granted, you’d known his hair had grown. You saw him every day coming to and fro from work, so any adjustments he made you saw, some of which you remember loving oh so much.

This adjustment was his hair.

Hyunjin’s lips quirk ever so slightly, fingers straying up to tousle a strand.

“You used to love it when I grew it out.”

He continues to walk ahead, ignoring how you had stalled behind, numb grip desperately clutching your puffer jacket as if it’d magically allow you inhalations.

“You would tie it up for me, and stick my paintbrushes in the bun.”

This time, he spins around, seemingly unaffected by your (both literally and figuratively) frozen finger that simply blinks at him — robotic-like.

Like Hyunjin is a stranger. Like your Hyunjin, the old one you were mad for, is now a stranger.

“And I,” He sniffs in, his exhale causing a cloud of air to comprise in its stead. “Really wanted to marry you.”

There’s your breaking point.

He’s pulled you thread by thread closer to an unthinkable free fall, a freezing free fall. Unfurling your strings of yarn to no point of repair. So as you teeter on the edge, your defense mechanisms kick in. And before you can logically consider your options, you smack him.

Right. Across. The face.

He’s stunned, you don’t blame him for that, but there’s also a crinkle in his brows, a look of utmost hurt beginning to stain any somber expression left.

“You have no right to say that when you’re the one that caused all of this.” Your volume increases, unaffected by the glances from passerby.

You have no doubt the two of you are quite a scene, though common sense had long abandoned you, and no thought but fiery rage curls around you, tendrils alight.

“Why the hell did you want to marry me if you can’t even love me? Quit hurting and confusing me Hyunjin, I can’t keep doing this.” Practically pleading, he pulls his palm from where it babied his cheek, instead retreating to your wrists, keeping you in front of him.

“Listen.”

“No!” You screech, trying your hardest to escape.

“Listen.”

You pause, gingerly allowing him to adjust the scarf over your pink nose and ensure your gloves trap warmth for your fingers.

He bites his lip, gaze dancing across your features.

“I love you.”

You shakily exhale, wishing everything would just stop. Time would simply diminish into nothing but stillness, easiness.

Your anguish and anger was easy, and staying mad was a whole lot easier than this—confronting the pains of meeting him again, nonetheless this trip.

He’s finding the pieces to your puzzle.

You want to hide.

Worst of all? Especially hearing him say the words that ended you two months prior.

Cruel.

“I loved you,” His voice wavers. “More than anything, Y/n. And I still do. But when you said that, I got scared.”

He shakily inhales, the grip on you lessening a bit.

“Because when I say I love you back, that means I have someone to lose.”

It’s hypocritical, you know.

Hell, you know what it’s like to be a hypocrite more than anything right now. From hearing the godforsaken news to sitting in an airplane together after wholeheartedly promising yourself you’d never let him have you once more.

Yet here you were, dragging him by his collar into a kiss.

He kisses you back, like an idiot, childishly grasping his clothing-cladden frame against your face and savoring the small bit of heat huddled between where your lips meet.

His trench-coat, you remember, despite so many adjustments, is the same as usual, and it’s almost comforting to find he smells the same as well—floral, with hints of jasmine (mainly thanks to his favorite perfume). You remember that too.

Guess some things never change.

Perhaps he kept that mug after all, drank from it every day like he used to.

And perhaps, right now, he’s wishing back all the time you’ve spent apart, just like you are. Wishing you would’ve just talked like mature, capable adults. Figured things out.

Newsflash, you’re not mature adults. You’re two broken lovebirds fighting to find their song after being caged together, searching high and low for the perfect pitch when all you needed was a single note, a single start.

Positioning you where an arm wraps around your back, the other holding your cheek, he dips you as if in a ballroom dance, not kissing beneath a street light.

Everything is pretty in Hyunjin’s presence.

“Hwang Hyunjin,” You whisper, nostrils burning the longer you’re surrounded by snow, falling in hefty sheets at this rate.

He hums into your lips, maneuvering his head to kiss away the chilled tears beginning to froth upon your waterline. And in those moments, you feel so fragile, so weak in his touch.

Almost instinctively, his grip tightens oh so slightly.

“I really don’t want to lose you.”

And he laughs, a muffled laugh that nonetheless causes his shoulders to shake before delving further into your kiss, melting away every bit of anguish you felt, all the hurt and ache. Dissolved into nothingness by his lips.

Figures briefly illuminated by the light of the street lamp, you remain ignorant to the encroaching nightfall, the way the stars seamlessly blend with white snowflakes. Something out of a fairytale.

You’re certain you could’ve stood there forever, all numb and freezing cold.

But in love. So very in love.

For him you would’ve stood there. And the you still in denial without understanding this entire story would’ve died before admitting that.

This time, you’re okay with letting him finish the puzzle, create a song as lovebirds.

“You won’t, I promise,” He traces your cheek with his thumb. “Now let’s get someplace warm, shall we?”

Landing an affectionate peck to your burning red nose, he takes your hand, guiding you through climbing snow toward your hotel, sign reading “Hôtel de Vendôme” glittering in the distance.

In your opinion, however, it was too fleeting. A kiss you hadn’t realized you’d been waiting for until it actually happened, till you pathetically craved it again and again.

Although, that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy gaining feeling back in your fingers and toes, treasuring the flicker of the fire crackling beneath a brick mantel. A few guests litter the lobby, dishing paper cups of hot chocolate left and right, taking the opportunity the mistletoe hanging above a long forgotten stairwell provides.

Christmas Eve and you’re beside the ex you swore you’d never spend it with, spend any time with generally. So surreal you simply cannot stop thinking about it, enough that you become too distracted to notice the mischievous glint in Hyunjin’s vision.

Well, before he points upward and you notice the dangling mistletoe.

And he kisses you again just like you wanted. Deeper, slower, like separating would cause you to break apart, carving your kiss into his memory for a second time.

Standing there, too lost in him to ever consider anything better than this, you begin to think maybe you’ll be able to finish that stagnant book of yours. Maybe it’ll be about two lovers turned two exes, whose trip to Paris might just have been the cherry on top to hurt feelings and broken love. Because, at the end of their tribulations, Cupid falls in love with Psyche.

And you begin to think—as the clock’s ringing announces midnight has arrived—maybe this Christmas will pass by on a good note.

No, you’re certain of it.

sunboki, may 2022 ©

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[autisticfaun420]

More on HSN autism and poop I guess

My most popular post by far is my one about my struggle with fecal smearing not sure why. I guess I’ll give you guys a follow up cause I want to talk more about incontinence and how it has affected my life. Sorry new to tumblr and I don’t remember what tags to use so OCD people can filter so I hope this intro is enough of a trigger warning.

I’m gonna be blunt about it, what’s worse then smearing though is just being in public stuck in a shitty diaper really for a couple reasons. I can’t stop myself from having bowel accidents in public, and when I’m having them too I *look* like I’m having one, I can’t stop my legs from squatting like a little kid and there’s often an accompanying sound to go with it. I wish I could say this in a nicer way but I basically go from the tolerable quirky R word to the ew so disgusting R word real fast. People go from smiling at me at least to going to openly degrading me and making comments like I’m not in the room. People get bothered real fast, I can’t blame them it smells bad but it doesn’t change the fact on how I feel inside once I became old enough to realize this was going on. It’s hard for my parents and caregivers to find a place in public to change me and it’s often impossible. The restaurants I eat at, the places so visit, are all dependent on me having a single room bathroom because a proper adult changing station is a pipe dream.

God forbid I have a diaper blowout (where poop goes up the back and out the diaper), then whatever small amount empathy people have goes quickly out the window. I used to like taking the bus with my dad, I can’t do it anymore. I had one blowout on the bus and people acted like their life was in danger “ew ew ew oh my god the r word shit everywhere ew” from someone not even close to where I was sitting, people telling my dad how my mom should of handled her pregnancy, I learned what an abortion was that day. People become blunt when they are mildly inconvenienced with a bad smell and they think it gives them a right to dehumanize someone. I know it’s disgusting but maybe there’s something wrong with me but I don’t think the reaction warrants it. Not when I’ve been at people’s houses and the dog shits everywhere and people go aww he’s just a little guy to the dog. I wish I got that kind of reaction as an autistic child, infantilization is at least better then telling me I should have never been born.

I wanted to write more but sorry I’m crying now. I guess I’ll end it on a positive note. I mentioned in a previous post how one of my high school friends, who grew up with little brothers and cousins, had no problems changing me so we could hang out. I’m not saying that’s an accommodation I expect anyone at all to make for me who’s not a parent or a caregiver getting paid for it, but the fact that he never acted grossed out when cleaning me healed something in me. I would be so embarrassed shitting myself in front of my “cool” neurotypical friends, I would be tearing up and I opened up about it and how embarrassing it is and he basically told me fuck the haters and it’s not something I can control. I didn’t ask for it. A part of me believed I was doing on purpose and carried guilt and guilt leads to meltdowns and smearing incidents. “What do you mean all the cool kids poop their pants” he would say sometimes to make me laugh. During our hangout sessions I would whisper to him “cool pants” or text him that so he could discreetly take me to the bathroom. He’d do it wether he was drunk, stoned, or sober. And like I said in the other post, he was the only reason I was able to have the freedom to hang out without a caretaker or parent in high school and we could all smoke weed together without my parents knowing. I think they did know what I was doing and just let me have my teenage fun, I think my parents thought the weed chilled me out too, which is true, so they let me do it but my cannabis use is a topic for another day.

[restinslices]

If requests are open how abt teens lin kuei brothers x brat male reader? (Also teen)

I tried my best but I’m actually so bad at writing dom characters, it’s insane. After Bi-Han, my brain shut off. If this was a paid service, you’d need a refund gang. You said teens but I kept them as adults cause although ik minors engage in those activities aswell, I’m an adult soooooo😃

Bi-Han

Some people are probably expecting me to say some wild shit like he's the worst, he doesn't respect boundaries, he's always angry at you, doesn't listen to the safe word, ect ect. 

I don't think that's true 

Am I saying he's all soft and squishy? No. But Bi-Han is not a terrible dom. 

Bi-Han is a perfectionist so any precautions beforehand are definitely gonna be dealt with. What he wants outta this, what you want, limits, ect. 

Onto dealing with a brat though, we already know Bi-Han has a short temper so any bratty behavior would noticeably annoy him 

Smth that would guarantee a punishment would be acting out in front of other Lin Kuei or just in public. It'd be discreet enough that no one would really notice what's going on, but obvious enough that he'd know you're being a brat on purpose 

Questioning certain orders, doing things extremely slow, talking over him, the list could go on. Being bratty around people especially when he's supposed to be “professional” is the quickest way to get a punishment 

I kinda see it as a storm. You know it's coming, you see the signs, but when it happens you still go “dammit. I can't believe it's raining like this”

Does he warn you? Yes. But he only does it once. If you keep going, he mentally writes it all down 

Now Bi-Han doesn't strike me as someone who particularly likes physical touch all the time but punishments don't have to be the typical spanking or harsh fucking. He can be more creative 

I feel like he enjoys punishments that have to do with humiliation. There's so much control in telling you to do something and you just follow it. 

Very much a “ride my boot” type of guy 

The type to make you orgasm over and over again and you don't stop until he's satisfied (obviously keeping your safety and what you can take in mind though)

Takes bratty behavior seriously. He's not making funny little jokes or nothing of the sort. He's putting you in your place 

His punishments would linger. For example he'd tell you to tell him whenever you got horny and why for like, a solid week. This seems small but if you get hormonal easily, you're going up to him a lot and he's shaming you everytime. 

His arms? You're that easy? How could you even survive without him?

The best part of this is you don't have to tell him any of this. Realistically you could ignore this or not tell him every time you're hormonal, and he makes sure to taunt you and remind you of this. 

Humiliation punishments are his go to

Rewards would probably be allowing you a bit of control, like picking any toys you'll use or letting you pick the scene 

A brat would probably fit him well cause he gets to constantly put you in your place, which can be a good way to relax for him 

Kuai Liang

Is also very organized. So organized I think he'd have a secret way to tell you he's actually not in the mood or too busy for you. 

“Go take a walk” means “not right now” 

Bratty behaviors that would bother him the most I think would be doing dumb shit. Like, below average IQ type of things. 

It bothers him because you're not stupid so stop acting stupid. If he says do A, don't do B

But it's fine. You wanna play stupid? He can do that. 

I know I said Bi-Han’s punishments sometimes linger but it really ain't got shit on Kuai Liang’s

If you wanna act like you don't understand basic orders because you wanna act out, then he's gonna act like he doesn't understand anything you want. 

You say “I need you” but he goes to do something else. What's the problem? Clearly you were saying you needed him to do laundry that day. 

You say “touch me” but he touches you everywhere except where you really need him 

You could say something as clear as “please make me cum” and he'd bring you close, but would stop. Why are you upset? You didn't say what day to make you cum. You'll do it later. 

Every single request you have for him turns into something you didn't want and he watches with satisfaction as it slowly drives you insane. 

And doing other bratty behaviors to try and get a response outta him doesn't work because the more bratty you act, the longer he's gonna keep this up. He has the patience to do this too. 

This won't stop until you're on your knees begging like a madman for him to do anything to make you feel good and promising you'll behave from now on. 

And even then he's not satisfied. You have to actually show you're gonna start behaving. He won't actually give you what you want until you behave for at least a week or two straight. No problems. No complaining. No issues. 

You both know you'll act out again but for a good chunk of time, he's enjoying his peace 

Tomas Vrbada

I honestly cannot imagine this man as a dom but for you, I will try 

Tomas is a nice guy and this nice guy shit is how the problem would start 

Taunts would be the way to get to him. So when you say “can't you do better or are you too soft?” it gets to him 

Tomas’ version of punishment would be doing nothing at all. 

He's too soft? Ok. That means he's too soft to touch you, to whisper any dirty things, to tease you, ect. 

Kuai Liang is interacting with you but is doing the exact opposite, Tomas is straight up refusing to do anything. 

You can try to seduce him all you want, you're getting a smart ass “we can't do that. I'm too soft for all of that”

Legit becomes the biggest prude when it comes to doing anything with you. Has no problem touching himself and telling you you can't touch cause he “couldn't handle it”

He takes taunts literal. “I could fuck myself better”, ok then he won't touch you at all for awhile. You got it. “You could do better”, you are completely right. As a matter fact, how about he practice on himself or using a toy and making you watch. Ya know, just to have a third party to inform him if he's doing well. 

Just a real petty bitch in a cute package. 

Probably needs the most breaks when it comes to a brat though cause sometimes he's fr not tryna hear that shit and just needs someone to be there. Which is fine. 

I also imagine he’s possibly new to being a dom so this whole thing is trying shit out. He’s willing to experiment with different kind of punishments, rewards, schedules, all that shit.

When dealing with a brat Bi-Han is strict, Kuai Liang is patience and pettiness wrapped in one and Tomas is just petty 

Looking back there’s no mention of male anatomy and it’s so short. Idk why dom characters make my brain short circuit. We will attempt dom characters at a later date but for now, this is all I got.

[ashla-lavista]

                                                                                       ashla's playlist

porque todo mundo tem dois lados

side a

tolerate it 

by Taylor Swift

“I greet you with a battle hero's welcome; I take your indiscretions all in good fun; I sit and listen; I polish plates until they gleam and glisten; You're so much older and wiser and I; I wait by the door like I'm just a kid; Use my best colors for your portrait; Lay the table with the fancy shit; And watch you tolerate it”

labour

by Paris Paloma

“All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid; Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant; Just an appendage, live to attend him; So that he never lifts a finger; 24/7 baby machine; So he can live out his picket-fence dreams; It's not an act of love if you make her; You make me do too much labour”

What Was I Made For?

by Billie Eilish

“Takin' a drive, I was an ideal; Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real; Just something you paid for; What was I made for?; 'Cause I, I; I don't know how to feel; But I wanna try; I don't know how to feel; But someday, I might; Someday, I might”

Somewhere I Belong

by Linkin Park

“I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real; I wanna let go of the pain I've felt so long; (Erase all the pain 'til it's gone); I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something real; I wanna find something I've wanted all along; Somewhere I belong; And I've got nothing to say; I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face; (I was confused); Looking everywhere only to find; That it's not the way I had imagined it all in my mind; What do I have but negativity; 'Cause I can't justify the way, everyone is looking at me; (Nothing to lose); Nothing to gain, hollow and alone; And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own”

I Hate It Here

by Taylor Swift

“I'm lonely but I'm good; I'm bitter but I swear I'm fine; I'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and I'll get lost on purpose; This place made me feel worthless; Lucid dreams like electricity, the current flies through me,; and in my fantasies I rise above it; And way up there, I actually love it; I hate it here so I will go to; Secret gardens in my mind; People need a key to get to; The only one is mine”

                                                                                                  side b

no body, no crime

by Taylor Swift

“They think she did it but they just can't prove it; She thinks I did it but she just can't prove it; No, no body, no crime; I wasn't letting up until the day he; No, no body, no crime; I wasn't letting up until the day he; No, no body, no crime; I wasn't letting up until the day he died”

Cell Block Tango

by Chicago, the Musical

“They had it comin' (they had it comin'); They had it comin' all along (they had it comin' all along); I didn't do it (she didn't do it); But if I'd done it (but if she'd done it); How could you tell me that I was wrong?; They had it comin' (they had it comin'); They had it comin' all along (they took a flower in its prime); I didn't do it (and then they used it); But if I'd done it; How could you tell me that I was wrong?”

Done For

by Epic, the Musical

“I don't know who you are, nor why you're here; But let me make this one thing clear; I've got people to protect; Nymphs I can't neglect; So I'm not taking chances, dear; If you make one wrong move, then you're done for; Anything I don't approve, then you're done for; I could put a spell on you, and you're done for; Boy, you better run, or soon you will be done for”

I am not a woman, I’m a god

by Halsey

“I am not a woman, I'm a God; I am not a martyr, I'm a problem;I am not a legend, I'm a fraud; Keep your heart, 'cause I already got one; Every morning, got a hollow where my heart goes; I never listen, but I see you with my eyes closed; I know you, I remember from the grass stain; Maybe I could be a better human with a new name”

Erva venenosa (Poison Ivy)

by Rita Lee

“De longe não é feia; Tem voz de uma sereia; Cuidado não a toque; Ela é má pode até te dar um choque; Venenosa, ê; Erva venenosa, ê; É pior do que cobra cascavel; Seu veneno é cruel”

[destinygoldenstar]

I LOVE seeing headcanons related to Kai's powers. Like in the show he uses his power as a light source and that's cool, but people online go beyond that and come up with cool ideas of variety he could do as an elemental.

My favorites include:

The flame shield we saw with his True Potential. With how destructive fire is, you'd think his would be offensive like Zane's is, but no it's the opposite. I think that's poetic with how True Potential functions with the master's discovery of themselves. Zane's is raw power from his heart and soul because of his acceptance of his identity. Cole's is strength from his strong will to stand up for who he is no matter the weight and pressure. Jay's is teleportation and flight because... faith trust and pixie dust? Idk that one confuses me a little, someone help me there. Kai's is a shield because he is a brother at his core. That's his fighting purpose. It's to protect his family, blood or surrogate. His fire is a protection barrier for the people he loves.

Speaking of family, the idea that he has a higher body temperature than the others, and it doesn't affect him negatively. Maybe it causes heat strokes in intense environments, but idk for sure if that's a problem for him. So he's just a space heater half the time. Especially for his siblings like Nya and Lloyd. You're cold? You're sick? You're cuddling with Kai and staying warm, and he ain't letting you go. Unless you're Jay, then he might tell you 'can't wait to go to your funeral knowing I could've changed that outcome'. (Lloyd goes limp cause he's part dragon)

The flames change colors when in certain sources like the crystals from Elemental. I never knew I needed that. But I think Kai would just like to play with it around Lloyd to cheer up the angsty child, and Lloyd likes it because ooo pretty lights. Imagine using this for like a bedtime story for someone. He also would do it to frame other people for pranks. 'Oh the ashes are green well clearly Lloyd did it' 'Oh its rocks it's gotta be Cole'. It almost never works.

He's afraid of water because he can't swim. That's how I interpret it. So when you splash him with water, he's just frowning. And it depends on who does it. If it's Nya, he goes, "...ok." If it's someone else, he goes, "What'd you say to me?!" If it's someone like Jay, he goes, "So you have chosen death." My point is that despite the water paranoia, he likes taking baths, especially before bed. He'll tell you he hates them, because they make him do it before bed. They do it to calm him down because if he goes to bed mad, or has a panic attack, or has a nightmare, his powers could go off the fritz and he burns the bedsheets. He likes it as a calming thing, away from stress of the day. He also likes the bath salts, again his flames changing colors with that stuff. Half of the time it's ingredients from that Sereni-tea from that Wu's Tea shorts. It's a therapy medicine for him.

BLUE FLAMES. YUS. This is one that I wish we actually saw in the show because that would be awesome. He doesn't use it very often because it's hard to control and maybe damaging, but that's why he only uses it when he's just... out of control of himself. Imagine a nightmare of a situation where an enemy just takes it too far. Severely injures one of his siblings, for example. Then you just see the fire turn blue... you'd run for the hills if you were them. That man is angry. ANGRY angry

These aren't mine. I did not come up with these. I've just seen these scattered online everywhere, and I love it, and I love art of it.

[ahuublog]

oikawa tooru as a boyfriend

you don’t know how you find yourself dating oikawa

it’s just… unexpected

you’re like elizabeth bennet – he seems to be rather proud and boastful and beautiful (you don’t even try to deny it)

so you are pretty prejudiced when you’re firstly introduced to each other

matsukawa and hanamaki do this, actually

so you’re a little bit confused by his unexpectedly light and not that shameless smile

and you’re even more confused when it turns out that talking with him goes with the flow

it just feels so comfortable

yeah, you’re kinda lost

but he suddenly invites you to the university game and you can’t say no

though you still don’t believe it’s something more than a flirty joke

but you can’t stop smiling in return when oikawa beams after noticing you

you end up discussing the game after they win

and the team is just laughing at you

“captain, she doesn’t run away from your volleyball stories. you should take her to the altar”

“firstly – on a date” – oikawa makes you cough with such answer

but here you are

dating oikawa and being strangely wonderful with it

he’s CHEEKY

but in a good way – he never crosses the border and never upsets you, he just jokes and makes remarks all the time

obviously, volleyball is important

you’re not fond of playing yourself, but you adore watching oikawa at games

he just beams whenever he holds a ball in his hands

and you beam while looking at him

so it’s literally two of you adoring each other’s achievements and interests

that is what makes you relationship so wonderful

you both don’t pretend – he never holds back from discussing what is important to him (iwaizumi tells you one day that it’s a huge problem for tooru)

he’s cheeky right but he LOVES you

literally the biggest soft spot for you

like he can’t stop smiling whenever you’re in the room

stupid pick-up lines

“do you have a driving license? cause you’re driving me crazy”

you simply kiss him in return

and he melts

like MELTS

that makes all the team prank him

but he’s not against it

“i have a friend and a girlfriend in one person, don’t be jealous, dudes”

kisses you on the neck whenever he can

you got chills everywhere because of that and he knows

so he does that on purpose

you giggle and he continues to kiss you

hugs you all the time

let’s sum up – you're just head over heels in love with each other

[mariswxts]

I rewatched Avengers: Age of Ultron again and I’d like to defend my husband, Steve, because Ultron said this to him:

You can’t live without a war.

What complete and utter bullshit. Steve could very much live without a war, but the problem was that he was never really allowed to know what adult life without war was like. When Steve was born, the world was in the aftermath of the First World War. Cities and homes destroyed, reparations made, conflicts everywhere. When he grows up, bam, it’s the Second World War and there’s global chaos, but he wants to help America, and when he really gets a chance to, he goes in the ice and he doesn’t experience coming down from it.

He wakes up from the ice and it’s a whole new world, but he still experiences what a lot of soldiers do after a war ends, which is struggling to find a sense of purpose. Steve’s mom is dead, Bucky is presumed dead, Peggy’s an old woman now, his home’s probably torn down and he’s being told he skipped two whole generations before he was unfrozen. Soon after that, of course, you have the arrival of Loki, for which Steve is drafted, and he never really got a chance to heal from 1945, as you can see with the punching bag scene.

Soon after 2012 comes The Winter Soldier, and he AGAIN has to fight against an organisation he’d initially trusted but then his faith is being destabilised, and Natasha’s the only one he can trust at this point. He’s thinking like a soldier cause this is a few-man war against a government covert operation who’s been infiltrated by the very people he set out to destroy in the first place, so instead of salvaging SHIELD, he orders to destroy it, which probably gave him security as it’s one less war if things go out of hand again.

Again, more war before it can be processed, cause Age of Ultron happens, and the one time he was finally finding some happiness within it all with an odd, newfound family (the Avengers) Ultron has to come out with an all out robot army and disrupt that comfort.

At this point, Steve’s hardwired to think that war is the only constant thing, cause it’s the only thing he’s allowed to know. Give this gorgeous man a break.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[designsdefiance]

remaking my pinned post for the thousandth time don't mind me

about me

lance or shal

he/him, 26, GMT

crystal and chaos mainly, tho i have alts on other dcs

drk/blm/brd main

ascian enjoyer, alliance raid enthusiast, digital artist, baby raider + roleplayer

no dni we block like men but a few things to note before following: i am an adult and may occasionally post nsfw. this blog will not be spoiler free and i'm historically really bad at remembering to tag stuff, though i do my best. and finally if you take issue with lalafells being shipped with non lalafells and generally treated like adults we will not get along.

my wols

i have an alt problem and we'd be here all day listing them all but you can see them here. i will give a little brief summary of my quartet of mains, though:

siyana avesna; hrothgar, she/her, pld. bozjan born, sharlayan raised archaeologist who would much rather be looking at cool old pottery than basically anything else.

m'seyli rhel; miqo'te, she/her, mnk + arc. ala mhigan, chocobo enthusiast and professional big sister who left her tribe with her baby sister m'kipfhi in search of a cure for kipfhi's illness.

loren corwell; midlander, he/him, drk + blm. ishgardian run away teen turned ul'dahn sellsword. absolutely plagued with problems but he's fine (he's not)

hypnos dioskouroi; ancient, he/him, blm. loren's azem and the cause of a good chunk of his problems. silly lil guy with the worst self worth in all of amaurot, shadowed everywhere he goes by his extremely scary twin brother thanatos.

this is a side blog, i like and follow from @cryptocorvid (art blog) and my other side blog is @aspeckrobus (for personal/shitpost/other fandom purposes)

you can also find me on bluesky and toyhouse

[lloydfrontera]

DAMN THE EMPEROR PICKED THE WRONG TIME TO TRY TO BE AN OVERPROTECTIVE WORRIED DAD LMAO. THIS IS LIKE IF ARCOS WAS LIKE "hey lloyd u always get in trouble/danger bc u try to build stuff everywhere, why don't u stop that" 😂

it is also so shitty of him it's very funny to me jakshdka

like damn, your son who spent his entire life so sick he could barely get out of bed on a good day has seemingly found a purpose in life besides lying around waiting to die in opening a clinic to heal patients for free, has poured his entire soul into making it work, has literally risked his life in an effort to keep it running, is demonstrably healthier and more driven than he's ever been and is accomplishing pretty amazing feats that always seem to be related to that clinic of his.

y'know what would be a pretty good thing to do as a dad? closing it down and make him focus on his studies as heir. the ones he never could take because, again, everyone was just sort of waiting for him to die so his brother could be named heir to the throne.

like yeah. that would be such a responsible parent thing to do.

it gets sorta funny in a very sad way lmao he's such a bad dad even when he's actually trying to be better lol

and about arcos,,, that man would love if his son could stop running around risking his life actually. he's. so stressed. all the time ajksdhka

arcos is a completely different character from asterion. like two polar opposites in the "proud dad trying his best at parenting a danger prone child" spectrum. but ultimately they both just want their kid to be safe.

the problem with asterion is that he's,,, used to getting his way as emperor lol. he's so authoritative that he just expects people to do as he orders. rakiel gets his attention precisely because he refuses to bend to what he expects him to do, he's interested because his son finally is showing some spine and initiative. but rakiel can't outright defy him either because, again, he's the emperor. so he has to resort to convince him and change his mind whenever asterion wants him to do or not do something that doesn't align with his plans. it's a fine line that he has to walk.

lloyd and arcos don't have to do that lol. lloyd isn't afraid to go against arcos wishes and he mostly doesn't have to either. arcos is way more lenient with lloyd than asterion is with rakiel. once lloyd proves that he's being sincere and not trying to cause problems arcos just trusts him.

he wishes lloyd would run away from danger the moment he sees it, he even goes as far as to think he should scold him to stop getting involved in dangerous situations when he comes back from fighting a hell knight, but he ultimately doesn't.

there's even a scene back in the giant ants arc (that the webcomic skipped grrrr) before lloyd starts the construction where he tells lloyd that he thinks his plan is great but he has one condition, for lloyd to stay outside the mine while it's being constructed because it's dangerous. but lloyd tells him that he can't promise to do that because the best way to prevent accidents and gain his workers' trust is to be right there while the projects is done. but he gives him his word it will be safe and arcos gives in to lloyd's stubbornness.

(he ends up being buried alive in a mountain with hundreds of giant ants but like. it's the thought that counts lol)

so! at their core both asterion and arcos wish their children would stop putting themselves in danger! they're parents that's what they do! they worry and fret and sometimes scold when their kids get into risky situations! but they way they deal with that desire is vastly different.

arcos trusts lloyd judgement, he asks him to be safe and to stop getting into dangerous situations, but at no point does he try to impose his will on lloyd because he knows his son is capable and trustworthy and whatever he does he's surely doing it for a good reason.

asterion is proud of rakiel, but he doesn't really,,, respect him, in a way. he thinks everything he's doing for the clinic is just a hobby of his, something he's doing to pass the time before taking on his duties as crown prince. he likes what rakiel is accomplishing, but he thinks rakiel being a doctor isn't nearly as important as what asterion has planned for him as prince.

he also feels guilty for neglecting his kid in the past, he feels guilty because only when rakiel regained his health and future did he start showing that he cared for him. so he's trying to make up for it now by trying to keep him safe and giving him more responsibilities and the respect that comes with them but in doing so he's trampling over rakiel's actual wishes and will. which is pretty hypocritical of him tbh, something that sir roberto actually calls him out on, it's great perfect scene 10/10

so like. yeah. i have a lot of thoughts on the way arcos and asterion act as parents as you can tell ajshdka

[bristolianbackpacker]

Day 15 - Rio de Janeiro

Today we have a tour booked to Tijuca National Park which is just a short drive outside of Rio. Unfortunately Jack has come down with my cold and is feeling like I did in Iguazu but he battles on.

Our guide is Henry who is from New York but has lived in Rio for a long time. He mentions that he lives in Vidigal Favela. We are both curious why he would choose to bring his kids up in Rio when he could be back in NYC.

Henry explains that the whole forest of Eucalypts was cleared about 200 years ago for coffee plantations. This caused major issues with contamination of the water supply in Rio and caused the disuse of the Lapa Arches aqueduct (a famous landmark). The forest was replanted but not with its native trees which has complicated wildlife reintroduction. This is one of the few original Eucalypts remaining

The tour is not quite what I expected - I had been sold on the wildlife but there isn’t anything to see. However, it’s nice to get out of the city - it’s so quiet in the park. We do a 2.5km hike up one of the tallest peaks and get an amazing view of the city beneath.

On the hike down we question him a lot about the favelas, the crime problems, the police etc. He seems to think that the corruption is a major problem as it leads to impunity. This is from the government down to the police. Apparently offical crime stats show that 100,000 mobile phones are reported stolen every year in Rio alone. Of course this is likely to be a major under representation of the actual problem because of such a major distrust in the police so it goes to show how big a problem the city faces.

One other thing I learn from him is that drivers are allowed to skip red lights at night due to the safety issues. So maybe the Uber driver the other day was only slightly crazy.

Then we head to a waterfall, on the way I spot a toucan up in the trees and we manage to get some great photos with the zoom lens.

The waterfall is a pretty intense 15min climb (think rock climbing which is not good for my fear of heights). But I make it and the cool dip is so gooood after the hike earlier.

After being dropped home we rest for a while before going for a quick dip at Ipanema. The water is much calmer today so I get in and realise that the temperature is definitely not as cold as Sydney.

When we get home we need to spend some time packing up our backpacks. It’s been the longest we’ve spent in one place so everything is everywhere. We also take the opportunity to get as much laundry done as possible whilst we have a washing machine.

In the evening we head out to get our last dinner in Rio. We go back to a restaurant we had lunch at on the day after Madonna as it seems like a good quick option. I grab some noodles which are delish and such a huge portion whilst Jack gets a sirloin steak. We have two last caipirinhas (just for medicinal purposes to help us sleep).

The alarm is set for 3:00am 😳

[snailsbigrace]

Headspace KEL Headcanons

(Discontinued)

A/N: More Headcanons from my Wattpad! This one does contain references to the ships SUNBURN and KELBREY so if you don't like those ships just ignore those headcanons or try to take them in friend way :)

Also has slightly ooc KEL.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1k

- <3

- Very similar to REAL WORLD KEL with a few differences! 

- HEADSPACE KEL is less mature then REAL WORLD KEL was. Often acting more like a 5 year old then the 12 year old he actually is.

- He's also more mean then REAL WORLD KEL is. Not to OMORI and HEADSPACE MARI obviously as no one is allowed to be mean to them but to the other three.

- He's more full of himself and doesn't like criticism that's coming from HEADSPACE HERO, HEADSPACE AUBREY, or HEADSPACE BASIL. 

- He's the least mean to HEADSPACE BASIL, seeing him as weak and whiny and no fun to be mean to.

- Next is HEADSPACE HERO. It could be mistaken as a sibling rivalry but he is just genuinely mean to his older brother. HEADSPACE HERO does get upset at him about it but it doesn't do anything.

- The last one and the person who HEADSPACE KEL is meanest too is HEADSPACE AUBREY. This is due to the fact SUNNY has a crush on AUBREY and sees KEL as someone who could take AUBREY away from him. 

- HEADSPACE KEL feels bad being mean to HEADSPACE AUBREY though, which was weird to him as he's not used to feeling bad for people other than OMORI and HEADSPACE MARI. 

- He likes to cause problems for HEADSPACE HERO. Often getting lost on purpose in the forest so that HEADSPACE HERO will have to go look for him. Though he usually drags OMORI along with him, saying that it's funner this way.

- HEADSPACE HERO and AUBREY always end up looking for the two and once they find them HEADSPACE HERO always lectures HEADSPACE KEL about being careful where he goes and to always find him if he's going deeper into the forest then he usually does.

- This lecture is followed by HEADSPACE AUBREY lecturing him about getting lost with OMORI. Always saying "What if OMORI had gotten hurt? Then what would you have done? Or what if you got hurt?! You gotta think KEL!"

- Always ends up clinging to HEADSPACE HERO after, pretending he's scared or frightened about getting lost just to make it seem like he didn't do it on purpose to give his brother a heart attack. OMORI doesn't say anything to HEADSPACE AUBREY or HERO about HEADSPACE KEL faking it. Only tells HEADSPACE MARI.

- HEADSPACE MARI always lectures him about it, but promises to not tell HEADSPACE HERO or AUBREY so he doesn't get into any more trouble. She also finds it kinda funny but would never say that outloud. 

- He finds NEIGHBOR'S ROOM so boring! He likes being everywhere other than the NEIGHBOR'S ROOM! There's hardly anything to do there! Sure he can play cards and what not but he wants to do other things too! 

- Doesn't understand why they can't leave without OMORI but doesn't question it, because as soon as he starts thinking about it he feels like he's doing something bad and not the fun type of bad. 

- Always peaks into WHITE SPACE to see if OMORI's up and ready to go, but usually can't see much, never wants to go in there. Seems way too dull for him in there. He doesn't get how OMORI can stand it.

- Has seen a SOMETHING before. Didn't understand what it was. But he was scared of it. What even was it? It was just so much to comprehend. 

- He clung to HEADSPACE HERO, afraid. HEADSPACE HERO asked him what was wrong but he didn't answer. HEADSPACE HERO helped him through his fear though, calming him down. Still didn't tell him what he saw though...

- HEADSPACE KEL was surprised to learn that there were other locations in HEADSPACE they had never been to before! He thought there was only NEIGHBOR'S ROOM and the VAST FOREST, and BASIL'S HOUSE if you wanted to count that separately from VAST FOREST.

- HEADSPACE KEL wanted to explore but with no reason to the group didn't, instead staying in VAST FOREST where they played. Much to HEADSPACE KEL's dismay.

- Likes it when they all go over to BASIL'S HOUSE! It's the one time MARI's willing to leave the picnic blanket and it's just nice going somewhere new!

- Blacks out sometimes and wakes up in NEIGHBOR'S ROOM with HEADSPACE HERO and HEADSPACE AUBREY. The two are often worried because OMORI's gone and they don't know where. But HEADSPACE KEL's annoyed because usually he was doing something with them before and now he can't remember!

- He has a tendency to get jealous of OMORI and HEADSPACE AUBREY's "relationship". Fortunately for him OMORI doesn't seem to have the same feelings towards HEADSPACE AUBREY that she has for him. 

- Likes to bug HEADSPACE AUBREY about it, but really it's because he's jealous. OMORI doesn't seem to like this jealousy though. Often crossing his arms and pouting whenever HEADSPACE KEL shows any interest in HEADSPACE AUBREY that doesn't revolve around him being mean to her or teasing her.

- Like REAL WORLD KEL always asks what plants are what. Asking (more like demanding) for their names. 

- HEADSPACE BASIL happily gives them to HEADSPACE KEL, he'll still get them wrong.

- Also like REAL WORLD KEL he tends to get hurt, but luckily for him HEADSPACE HERO knows COOK. So unlike REAL WORLD KEL there's no scabs or anything to pick at because HEADSPACE HERO's already healed him.

- Likes that he's in HEADSPACE BASIL's photo album! Only really looks at the pictures of himself and HEADSPACE AUBREY. Usually makes fun of her though.

- Was confused about what happened when HEADSPACE BASIL noticed a picture that fell out of the photo album that wasn't supposed to be there. Was going to look before he blacked out.

- When he woke up in NEIGHBOR'S ROOM he didn't think anything that different had happened this time around until he realized it was taking OMORI longer than normal to leave WHITE SPACE.

- He looked into WHITE SPACE but no sign of OMORI.

- HEADSPACE KEL even started to worry himself when OMORI wouldn't show up, and when he did he felt relief he had never felt before.

- Was worried when HEADSPACE BASIL had gone missing next, and was surprised to see that he wasn't home. He usually wasn't the nice type, but he did genuinely miss HEADSPACE BASIL.

- They would find him! He was sure of that! He just had to be patient... He had to stay strong for them! 

- Wait? Who's BASIL again? 

Thanks for reading! <3

[xxdoubledaisyxx]

Power and Sin

The moment a person attempts to apply force of power to seize more power through folly of injustice, the power ceases to be power and becomes sin. The folly of injustice is a fracture in the hermetic form of Justice required to maintain sanctity and purity of law, and this the darkness of abyssal void (nigredo) seeps in and corrupts all else that power flows toward as force for the purpose to work. Thus, the entire system of government is corrupted with sin by a president's attempt to seize more power than he was authorized to seize when he attempted to usurp Democracy with a personal army of rioters who refused to accept the Democratic election which was later ratified as sacred and lawful the next day.

They are obviously fake, lawless, defiled, as all of time will soon see at the breakdawn into the New Dark Age caused by a mass global experiment to deprive populations of educational materials and historical knowledge passed on from generations since ancient times.

That is unforgivable to the ancient gods who went to great pains and labors to safeguard that ancient wisdom for all time. That is also unforgivable to me, a citizen male veteran of 35 years old appealing to a stingy and hateful government for disability compensation enough to provide for my basic needs which are sorely lacking and deprived of me. So between the ancient gods and me, they are most surely screwed, but this goes deeper than the ancient gods.

This goes all the way through the end to the new beginning and around again faster and faster and faster until only one moment happens for all of us.

You can probably derive the time to predict it if you were really good with numerology, kabbala, and calculus, but you'd have to apply what you use kabbala for with these words as if the Way of the Story were the religion of faith equivalent to Judaism. Should not be a problem unless you are yet a child.

There would be a pattern of converging fractal cycles with a relatively discreet chaotic variance.

Sin cannot be absolved by me because it is the Word of the Lord which absolves sin, and I am Nick. The best anyone can hope to do with the stains they now have on their souls because of Trump's evil, is reject his authority to have sinned for you in the past and punish him for his crimes as a traitor who did evil in the name of the United States of America and Her People. He cannot be forgiven. It is too late for him, but you can if you punish him by rejecting evil in the sight of the Lord, who sees all of us now. Everywhere. Most clearly present 100 percent. The Day of the Lord.

[whatyourusherthinks]

Red One Review

I was kinda surprised we never got a trailer for this movie. I feel like I saw marketing for it everywhere except in the theater, although we had the poster for a very long time. All I knew was JK Simmons was playing Santa, awesome. It was starring the Rock and Chris Evans, cool. And the plot was something like a CIA guy teaming up with a criminal to save Santa from being kidnapped. That sounds like a lot of fun! But then... Then reviews came out. And they were bad. I didn't see anything specific, but it had a 34% on Rotten Tomatoes and a 36% on Metacritic! THAT'S HALF AS MUCH AS TERRIFIER 3 WHAT THE HELL.

What Is The Movie About?

Santa Claus get's kidnapped, so his head of security Cal must team up with criminal Jack to go find him.

What I Like.

This movie was super cool! First, you should all know I love main characters who are criminals so I really liked Jack. I loved his arc with is kid and the darkest hour where he admits that he been a bad father made me cry. Cal is a cool character too, I like that he's disillusioned with the Christmas Spirit yet still the one who hardcore "We have to save Christmas!". His character arc about regaining his belief in the good in people and goddamn it I love stories like that. The acting is, of course, really good, but it's a stacked cast so I expect nothing less. I might have already mentioned it before but I like that Chris Evans is playing against the Captain America type now. JK Simmons is such a effortlessly cool Santa, it was really interest take on the Saint. I like the way he moves when he's doing his job. Everything is fluid and done with purpose. The action in general a lot of fun and really creative! There's a chase scene with the Rock sliding down a bunch of tubes to chase giant Snow Cat and then he jumps on a snowmobile and causes an avalanche and then RIDES DOWN A MOUNTAIN IN FRONT OF THE AVALANCHE HE CREATED. A magical ice cream truck comes out of the ocean and then 3 giant snow golems come out of the back and attack Cal and Jack and they had to pull of their carrot noses to defeat them. The effects are really damn cool! It reminded me of the D&D movie from last year, with a ton of magical creatures with really cool designs. There was a couple cameos that I won't spoil but they looks SO FREAKING COOL. The plot is pretty good, there was a nice twist at the climax, and I like that the movies ends with showing the audience how this version of Santa does his run. I love movies that take the Santa Claus mythos seriously, and this Red One adds a lot of creativity to the mythology. I like the ray that Cal has that allows him to shift the reality of toys, basically being able to turn a Hot Wheels into a real car. All toy stores being connected allowing North Pole workers to travels around the world is interesting as well. They could've played a little bit more Christmas carols, but the ones they did use where pretty good.

What I Don't Like.

The dialogue is pretty meh. The exposition is fine, and when the movie slows down for an emotional moment it's pretty good. But the quips and one liners suck. They aren't egregious or anything, but they are incredibly cliched and sometimes don't always make sense. I also wish the movie paid off everything they set up. There's a part where Cal goes into a toy store and grabs a bunch of toys as supplies, and only half of them get used! Which are some of the coolest scenes in the movie as well! I WANTED TO SEE HOW THE MONOPOLY SET WAS GONNA PLAY INTO THIS!

Final Summation.

What is everyone else's problem?! Red One is FUCKING AMAZING! It's a ton of fun, with very creative action, and cool visuals. I think this is a great holiday movie, and you should check it out when you feel in the spirit!

It is interesting isn't it? How straight action movies kinda seem to getting a bad rap this year? The last movie that made me feel this excited during the showing and hyped to watch the movie again was Killer's Game, which also got terrible reviews! Even The Fall Guy, as perfect of a movie as that was, it only got okay reviews. Is there some sort of stigma against action movies I wasn't aware of? I don't even know the angle this could take. Even if you SOMEHOW get bored of the action, all three of those movies that have really good characters and pretty good plots! But I guess if the main character was an annoying fucking blood rag and the plot is nothing but an excuse to show off cameos than it's a masterpiece. (Not mentioning any Deadpool & Wolverines I mean names I mean Deadpool & Wolverine is overrated.) I get the middle of the year has not been good, but that doesn't mean the action movie that comes out is bad. Besides if the problem is action being boring then why the fuck is Terrifier 3 so highly regarded?

Seriously. How the fuck does Terrifier 3 have twice the Metacritic and Rotten Tomatoes score as this movie?

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