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Let him cook

Charles Leclerc x Masterchef contestant!reader

Series Part: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

A/N: Got this idea because the masterchef trophy is similar to the Australian GP trophy. This is going to be a series

Charles_Leclerc posted a new photo

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Charles_Leclerc Add professional chef to the list

User1 aint no way you cooked this

User2 nice try Charles but we all saw that pasta video

CarlosSainz55 mate drop the # of the private chef you hired, these look delicious

Charles_Leclerc I told you that I made this myself CarlosSainz55 Lies!!!!

PierreGasly since when did you learn how to make coq au vin???

Charles_Leclerc not you too PierreGasly you should invite me sometimes so I can judge your cooking

Y/NCooks posted a photo

YNCooks last date night before i enter masterchef australia. credits to the boyfriend for the lovely photos

Friend1 Y/N i know this is your dream for a while now. I hope you win. We will cheer for you our next masterchef australia!

YNCooks awww stop! ur making me cry

User1 OMG she is finally competing, goodluck Y/N!

User2 Y/N always talk about how its her dream to enter masterchef, I'm gonna watch it everyday and hope she wins it!

User3 Goodluck Y/N! I hope you become the next masterchef australia!!!

Mystery Box challenge episode

There was a building reputation in the kitchen that you are one of the strong homecooks of the season. After winning the past 2 mystery challenges, you were extremely determined to do well and seek for a third streak. The mystery box today was all about italian cooking, a cuisine that you have been comfortable due to the close ties of your boyfriend being signed to an Italian team.

"And what do we have here with you today Miss Y/N" Matt Preston asked as he approached the work table together with George Colambris "You seem rather comfortable and in your own zone. Its like an ordinary Tuesday date night"

You gave a small chuckle with that mention "That's actually pretty on point of you to say as Tuesday is my date night with the boyfriend"

"Ah so maybe that's why you are so inspired because you are in love"George teased.

"Well I have to admit that there is a little pressure to do well in this challenge or my boyfriend's family will get mad at me"you quipped back a reply.

The judges suddenly leaned a little interested to learn more about your personal life, "So your boyfriend is italian?"

"He is not but he might as well be. He spends a lot of time there"

"It must be hard to not see him a lot since you are here competing" Matt says

"It's a price we are willing to pay. He has been supportive of my dream as I am with him" you gave an encouraging smile as you continue to chop the sweet potatoes.

"We hope to meet that boyfriend of yours because he is one lucky man because that dish looks delicious!" George says before they left the station.

Somewhere in Bahrain, Charles Leclerc is grinning upon watching the replay of the episode. He was beyond proud of what you have achieved as a contestant in MasterChef. He wished that he could do more to express his support towards you but you have an agreement with him to keep things lowkey for the meantime. It was a reasonable decision as he didn't want to overshadow your career but it was nice to know that you two are a private thing but never a secret.

He was so engrossed to repeating the boyfriend clip that he didn't notice that Carlos snuck up beside him.

"What are you watching there?" Carlos asked his teammate

"Oh its nothing" Charles says as he immediately exited the Youtube app "I didn't notice you there, you scared me"

"If you weren't too into your phone then you would have noticed me calling you" Carlos explained "What are you watching on your phone that got you smiling like that?"

"Nothing, I just saw an ad"

"Hmm sure an ad" Carlos was pretty sure that Charles was watching MasterChef but he couldn't care anymore to ask which country because there was too many so he decided to just let it go "Cmon Fred is asking for us, were late for a meeting"

"Carlos! Why didn't you start with that?"

Cake challenge

You were exhausted because you spent the early hours of the morning watching the Jeddah GP. It was a thrilling race to see Charles bag his first podium of the season so you can say that its worth it. Besides, you were able to talk to him after the race so it sweetens the deal even more.

Filming begun for MasterChef and the judges brought out balloons for the mystery box challenge.

"Your challenge today is to make the most imaginative and creative birthday cake that you ever had" Gary explained "The pantry is filled with all the cake flavors you can ever imagine so be creative and show us what you've got"

Baking has never been your strongest suit. It was all about precision and measurements as small increments can make a huge difference. Today, you were determined to do well and you wanted to use the podium finish of Charles for the cake.

It was a struggle to bake the cake, cool it, and pipe it in under 60 minutes. You felt the pressure getting under your nerves as your hands started shaking when you were piping the cake details with 10 minutes left. There was a sigh of relief when you finished just 5 seconds away from the judges calling the time.

There were plenty of beautiful cakes in the room so it was a shocker for you that the judges called you in front to present your cake.

"Judges what I have for you today is a three layer cake with the raspberry,almond, and pistachio with chocolate to seperate the layers and a lemon buttercream frosting."

"You told us you can't bake, that seems like a lie" George says as he cuts through the cake "Look at that layers"

"The layers are actually inspired by the italian flag, its an homage to the boyfriend. Its actually a cake that I made thinking about him" you explained.

"That is simply gorgeous. The cake is very moist and the balance with the flavors is that its not too sweet or nothing overpowering. Your boyfriend is a lucky lucky lucky man to be baked a cake like this" George complimented.

"Does your boyfriend cook?"Matt asked as he took a bite

"Oh God no. I have to cook or else the kitchen will be on fire"you laughed "But I can't drive so maybe that's his payback"

"You seem to show the beautiful dynamics of your relationship when you cook something inspired by him. I wish you two the best" Matt's genuine comment was a heartwarming moment.

Its unfortunate that you didn't win this challenge but you were able to showcase your support for your boyfriend.

Melbourne GP meets MasterChef

This was another challenge as you were elected as a team captain for the second team challenge. You were extremely nervous when you were transported with your team mates from the blue kitchen to an unknown location. It was even more nerve-wracking after you've realized where you are.

"Welcome to the Albert Park where the Australian Grand Prix is underway for this weekend" Matt introduced "Your challenge is to prepare two dishes: a pasta and a fish dish to be served to the talented drivers in Formula 2"

There was a little sigh of relief as you were dealing with the Formula 2 drivers. It was a lot of weight on the shoulder if you will be serving food to your boyfriend.

"The practice sessions will be starting in a few minutes. You have 90 minutes to prepare your dish and an hour to serve them"

All you know was that you started organizing the team to put them in charge of the dishes that you will be making today. You cross your fingers that the color red brings luck to your team today.

Meanwhile, the paddock was buzzing with cameras and Charles immediately noticed that there were some new film crews around the Formula 2 drivers. His eyes did a double take after he recognized the face of three familiar judges he often sees on MasterChef Australia.

"What's going on? Isn't that MasterChef Australia judges?" Charles quizzed

"That's MasterChef Australia, they have this team challenges and they will be feeding the Formula 2 drivers" Silvia answered as she was informed earlier that morning about the extra exposure in the paddock today.

"Why Formula 2? Why not us?" Charles whined

"If you want then you could go ask Ollie for food" Silvia suggested

That sets a lightbulb moment for Charles as he excused himself to talk to the young driver. He will not miss the opportunity to taste the cooking of his secret girlfriend and support her in doing her craft.

It puzzled Ollie Bearman to see that Charles has been looking for him once the practice session was over. He was even more confused by his request.

"So you want me to get you food?" Ollie asked "Doesn't Ferrari have a catering?"

"Its not just food, its the MasterChef Australia food" Charles explained without giving out too much information "I just love the show okay?"

"You can come along, I'm sure they don't mind" Even better.

So here is why you were genuinely surprised to see that Charles Leclerc is walking inside the MasterChef tent with a red and blue plate in his hand. He was grinning wildly as if he was a kid on a sugar rush.

"Ohmygod we are serving food to Charles Leclerc!" one of your teammates whispered.

"Hi goodafternoon! What's the dish for today?" he asked politely.

"Well we have a pan fried cod with a pea puree and then some green grapes some fennel over there and then for the pasta lemon ricotta and beet tortellini" you answered as the team captain "We hope that its up your liking"

Charles gave you that smile that seems to light up the whole room, "I look forward to it, thanks!"

Its moments like this that you wish that you could reach out for him but you understand that its not yet the time. Its nice to see the support that you have for each other even though its all in private and away from the eyes of the media.

"Goodluck on your race Charles!"

There was a smile on both of your faces as you both continued to go chase your dreams.

[lasirenatarot]

💫🌟WHAT BLESSINGS ARE COMING YOUR WAY? 💫 timeless pick-a-card reading.

- SIDE NOTE: some days my intuition is craaaazy (today 23.07.2023 is one of those days😂), so I decided to do this very random reading. It may be disorganized and totally not resonating for some, but it may help others, as Im writing all that I get without a clear topic, so enjoyyy!!

Piles:

1->2

3->4

Photos: Magdalena Frackowiak for Harper’s Bazaar USA, september 2009

PILE 1

Okayy so possible blessings coming your way, those who chose pile 1:

Short term luck; possible salary raise/ bonus/ promotion; for some it may be a sum of money you didn’t have to work much for or somebody simply just gave to you, money you won from the lotery or gambling; giveaway wins; finding a banknote on the street; finding lost jewelry/items; for some it may be more sales of your products that certain month if you’re a business owner etc. - the main point is you will get sth bc of luck (money/present/item..), not much hard work.

More $€x, pl€asure, parties, celebrations (carefree times basically) coming your way.

You may go on a holiday where you celebrate sth, have pl€asurable experiences. All this may be after time in which you have been waiting on for a loooong time. Prior to that you may have been « isolating » yourself a bit so you can work on yourself, your mental health, cleanse yourself spiritually from bad energy you’ve had in you from the past & heal from sth.

Tip for this pile: don’t go into excesses; do everything in moderation - drinking,partying, $£x, don’t take unnecessary risks, don’t be greedy or careless with your money; going against that may lead to an unpleasant a-ddiction of some sort.

PILE 2

Hope after tough time. You may get good news about a situation you’ve been worried about; You may find a solution to a problem, the truth about sth which may later lead you to the solution..

Someone might have lied to you/ did you wrong, bc of that you felt like your « life » was falling apart but it was actually a blessing; Learning who was a fake person in your life and who was actually faithful was the blessing;

You will have new beginnings in your life- might be a new job/new relationship/new friends/even new home or area where you live;

some may start new important friendships, change in social circle is sth prominent in this pile; you might feel way more valued and happy in this new social circle;

Some might have found out about infidelities /lots of lies, which may be the reason for all these changes; the situation may look bad at first sight but it will free you from a burden that was never yours ro carry in the first place.

Changes might happen very quickly;

You will get on a new journey to find your true happiness

PILE 3

Okay the first thing I got may not resonate for many but if you’ve been wishing for a child/pregnancy, or to start a family, it may be coming soon.

Those who are not looking to start a family it may mean that you may have some carefree days coming ahead, you will live your life like a baby, without that much responsibilities;

Some may get some sort of inheritance;

Money

Moving to a new house;

A lot of you may cut ties with their past, get rid of their past bad habits, toxic people and situations; you have to leave your past experience behind in order to live your ‘dream’

A dream of yours you tought was impossible to get may come into fruition during this time you’re reading this/near future. You just have to be strong and keep the faith.

Love for many of you!!!!

You may get help from a female figure or your intuition on sth that is bothering you;

PILE 4

Healing;

GOOD HEALTH ( for me that is the biggest blessing that’s why I wrote it in all caps )

Huuuuuuuge changes in your love life!!!! I cannot stress this enough, so many signs here in the cards.

If you’re single, the love interest you meet might be VERY masculine, career oriented, might look cold on the outside (won’t be true when you get to know that person tho, they seem like a sweetheart, u just have to get them out of their shell..); might be a foreigner or you may simply meet them away from home/abroads;

Your « cup » will be overflowing with love and emotions, but you don’t have to lose yourself completely. Boundaries and everything in moderation are important things to have in relationships😄

If you were mistreated in previous relationships - you will get your justice.

Those who are in a relationship might get proposed to or move in together; become official if you haven’t already, sth like that => getting to the next level.

Glow up, confidence boost; end of melancholy;

You will get things you’ve even have not let yourself dream about bc it seemed delusional at the time, what u get will exceed all your expectations;

Off topic but, Pile 4, be careful of envy, gossips&lies. Get rid of your subconcious limitations.

As always, leave a comment if resonated & follow for more.

- La Sirena.💋

[harrysfolklore]

hi!! can you do one with emma watson? i love them💘💘💘

here it is, my longest blurb to date !! i really hope you like this <3

ask me anything | masterlist | likes and reblogs are appreciated ! | send me a tip <3

2010

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yourinstagram good luck to my very best friend on his x factor audition <33 you’re the best h, i believe you have the x factor

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yourbff good luck harold !!

namelessgem we should put that on t-shirts !! “i belive harry has the x factor”

↳ yourinstagram that’s a great idea, let’s do that after school :p

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yourinstagram Sooo ready for another night of The X Factor :pp DON’T FORGET TO VOTE FOR ONE DIRECTION !! THE BOYS DESERVE TO MAKE IT TO THE FINALS <3

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yoursister ONE DIRECTION TO THE FINALS !

namelessgem THEY DESERVE TO WIN

2011

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yourinstagram This is how i feel because Up all Night is out today ! Make sure to get your copy at your local record store <3 I love you Harry I’m so proud of you (and the boys) #OneDirection #UpAllNight

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namelessgem IM A PROUD SISTER !

onedirectionfan1 I just got my copy <3

onedirectionfan2 are you harry’s girlfriend? :p

↳ yourinstagram noo i’m his best friend <3

onedirectionfan3 i wish the boys had instagrams

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onedirectionnews Harry with a girl tonight :00

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onedirectionfan1 nooo :(

onedirectionfan2 i didn’t know he had a girlfriend

onedirectionfan3 my heart is broken

yourinstagram Hey everyone that is me and I’m not his girlfriend we’re best friends :p Sooo weird that paparazzi took that picture

2012

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harrystyles Deerstagram ?

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onedirectionfan1 HARRY WELCOME TO INSTAGRAM

yourinstagram FINALLYYYYY

niallofficial Hello brother

onedirectionfan2 HARRY IS FINALLY ON INSTAGRAM

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onedirectionnews Harry and YN in Holmes Chapel today filming stuff for the boy’s documentary that will come out next year !

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onedirectionfan1 IM SO EXCITED

yourinstagram Guys.. it was supposed to be a surprise !

↳ onedirectionfan2 we’re going to keep the secret

onedirectionfan3 i know they’re best friends but they would make a cute couple

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harrystyles Bestfriendstagram ?? She’s excited for tour

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onedirectionfan1 HAHAHAH

yourinstagram Harryyyyy why did you post that

↳ harrystyles You look dashing

onedirectionfan2 i wish she and harry dated

onedirectionfan3 DATE DATE

2013

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yourinstagram I GOT INTO COLLEGE !!! I’M GOING TO BE A FASHION DESIGNER !!!

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onedirectionfan1 CONGRATULATIONS

harrystyles Look at miss smart pants

↳ yourinstagram At least i got into college unlike someone else

harrystyles Congratulations I love you

↳ onedirectionfan2 are they dating?

HARRY ON THIS IS US:

“Being on the road it’s amazing, we get to meet new people, see places we used to dream about and sing our songs to hundreds of fans. However, It’s easy to get homesick, having my best friend YN on the road helped a lot with it, but now that she’s off to college I miss that sense of home, but I know that they’re all proud of me, that’s what motivates me”

scenes of yn and harry around holmes chapel and pictures of them during high school were shown through the movie

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yourinstagram Showing him the wonders of college life #NotHarryStyles

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onedirectionfan1 OMG HARRY

annetwist My babies are not babies anymore

onedirectionfan2 harry said YOLO

harrystyles You’re corrupting me

↳ yourinstagram it’s FUN

onedirectionfan3 when are they going to dateee

2014

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onedirectionnews YN was honored at a college gala tonight for being an outstanding alumni in the fashion world this semester and Harry surprised her ! He’s the sweetest

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onedirectionfan1 OMG LOOK AT THEM

onedirectionfan2 harry would literally cross oceans for her, he’s either a great friend or he’s in love

onedirectionfan3 JUST GET MARRIED

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harrystyles My best friend is cooler than yours.

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onedirectionfan1 I LOVE THEM

annetwist ❤️❤️

onedirectionfan2 stop friendzoning each other and get married

yourinstagram My best friend is okay i guess

↳ harrystyles Heeeyyyyyyy

onedirectionfan3 i will always ship them

2015

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yourinstagram Things that I have and Harry Styles doesn’t: a college degree

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onedirectionfan1 SHE’S SO FUNNY

annetwist Congratulations sweet girl ❤️

harrystyles I feel very, very offended. But I’m so, so proud of you

↳ yourinstagram I know, I know

onedirectionfan2 they’re just the perfect couple no one can change my mind

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harryupdates Harry and Kendall Jenner today !

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harryfan1 hello???

harryfan2 NOOOO he’s meant to be with yn :(

harryfan3 he’s not single anymore i guess

harryfan4 cuties

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yourinstagram 2016 will be ours ❤️

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harryfan1 ohhh she has a boyfriend now

annetwist ❤️❤️

harryfan2 there go my hopes of her and harry being together

yourboyfriend Always x

harryfan3 they’re both dating someone else :(

2016

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yourinstagram in love with books and you @yourboyfriend

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harryfan1 so cute :(

gemmastyles I’m happy for you little sis ❤️

harryfan2 i’m still in denial that she’s dating someone and it’s not harry

yourboyfriend My home ❤️

harryfan3 yn and harry are endgame tho

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harrystyles ||| 29.9.16 |||

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harryfan1 OMG HARRY

yourinstagram THEY’RE NOT READYYYYY

jefezoff 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

harryfan2 IM COMING UP

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yourinstagram I designed those “Harry has the X Factor” shirts back in 2010 and now i got the honor to design the entire wardrobe for Harry’s first ever solo cover. Thank you for being my best friend and letting me be by your side through it all. I’m so proud of you @harrystyles ❤️

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harryfan1 so friendzoned it hurts

annetwist You’re making me cry !! Thanks for being in our lives

harryfan2 so cute :(

harrystyles Thank you for always being my #1 fan x

yourboyfriend Congratulations H 🙌🏻

2017

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yourinstagram A polaroid of when i was heartbroken but Harry thought i looked good. Oh and his first solo album comes out next week i’m losing my mind

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harryfan1 SHES SINGLE ???

gemmastyles I love you

harryfan2 i hate that she got her heart broken but oh my god harry this is your chance

harrystyles Losing my mind over here too

harryfan3 they’re both single they need to get together once and for all

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harrystyles See you at midnight everywhere.

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harryfan1 OMG I LISTENED TO IT ITS SOOOO GOOD

annetwist So proud ❤️

yourinstagram sobbing, laughing, screaming. i love you harry look how far you’ve come

harryfan2 OKAY BUT WOMAN IS DEFINITELY ABOUT YN

↳ harryfan3 THATS WHAT I THOUGHT OMG

2018

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harrystyles New York City Two, Live On Tour.

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harryfan1 BABYYY OMG

yourinstagram I can’t believe you recreated that pic you’re going to make me cry

harryfan2 i’m so proud of him

annetwist ❤️❤️

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harryupdates YN at Harry’s show tonight in Nashville!

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harryfan1 CUTIE !

harryfan2 she has been to all the shows :’) my favorite couple of besties

harryfan3 if they don’t realize they’re in love istg

harryfan4 she dedicated sweet creature to her 🥺

2019

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harrystyles FINE LINE. THE ALBUM. DEC 13

Photo: Tim Walker

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harryfan1 OMFG I CANT WAIT

harris_reed Beyond

yourinstagram so damn proud you have no idea 😭😭😭❤️

harryfan2 i wonder how many songs about yn are there now

↳ yourinstagram just one, a diss track

↳ harrystyles Heyyyyyyyyy x

↳ harryfan3 I LOVE THEM

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yourinstagram happy second album release day, h 🤍 i remember when we used to talk about you winning battle of the bands in our school and now we’re here, there’s no one in this world i feel more proud of. i love you. fine line will be yours at midnight

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harryfan1 AWEEE

harrystyles None of this would be possible without you. Thank you for never leaving my side x

↳ harryfan2 they're so damn cute i can't

↳ harryfan3 bro just ask her to marry you

annetwist My babies ❤

2020

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harryupdates Harry and YN in Italy recently !

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harryfan1 OMGGGG

harryfan2 they're quarantining together thats cute

harryfan3 y'all i know they're best friends but don't you feel like ever since last year they've been giving off vibes that they're together

↳ harryfan4 I THOUGHT ABOUT THAT TOO

↳ harryfan5 FOR REAL i know we've clowned about them being together for years but something feels different this time

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yourinstagram get me some more grapejuice @harrystyles ❤

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harryfan1 OHHHH

gemmastyes I miss you kids so much

harryfan2 UMMMM THIS IS GIVING BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND ???

↳ harryfan3 they have been best friends for 10 years in case you didn't know

↳ harryfan2 oh belive me i know but this just feels different

jefezoff ❤

2021

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harrystyles Grammys, March 2021.

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harryfan1 SO PROUD OF YOU

harris_reed Congratulations angel ❤️

yourinstagram still crying. i love you so much

↳ harryfan2 THE WAY SHE DEDICATED THE AWARD TO HER

↳ harryfan3 “this is for my best friend and muse, yn” SHUT UP AND JUST GET MARRIED

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yourinstagram overwhelmed with pride right now and still not over last night. i love you SO much harry, and i’ll always be in awe to see you achieve things, here’s to your first of so many grammys 🥂

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harryfan1 STOP MAKING ME CRY

jefezoff 🥺🥺🥺

harryfan2 y’all they’re finally together, there’s no way they’re not

harrystyles I’ll never say it enough, this wouldn’t be possible without you. Thank you, thank you, thank you x

harryfan3 THEYRE MARRIED WITH KIDS

2022

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yourinstagram There has always been an invisible string tying you to me. It has always been you and me, and that’s the way it’s going to be for as long as we’re here. Happy birthday, love of my life.

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harryfan1 OHHH JESUS

annetwist I knew you were bound to be together from the moment Harry told me about the adorable new girl in school ❤️

↳ harryfan2 ANNE STOOOOOOP

jefezoff Love you both so much

harrystyles You and me. Always x

↳ harryfan3 I USED TO DREAM ABOUT THIS DAY

harryfan4 SO DAMN HAPPY FOR THEM FINALLY

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harrystyles Lucky I’m in love with my best friend. 28 never felt so good x

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harryfan1 NO WAYYYYYY

niallhoran Finally ❤️ Congratulations to the both of you, and happy birthday mate

↳ harryfan2 i bet the boys had been rooting for them for years

calumhood 🥺🥺🥺💖

harryfan3 THEY WERE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER

harryfan4 so many years of us clowning about them being together and they finally are MY HEART

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[poppystain]

𝐼𝐓'𝐒 𝑂𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝑇𝐎 𝑁𝐎𝐓 𝐵𝐄 𝑂𝐊𝐀𝐘 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 )  tv  drama  series   /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  and  subjects  as  you  see  fit  !

❛ in all my fairy tales, the witch is always the one that's pretty. ❜

❛ who told you all princesses are kind and pretty? ❜

❛ she hates everyone apart from herself. ❜

❛ who cares about destiny? if someone shows up when you need them, you call that destiny. ❜

❛ my father's soul is dead, but he's physically alive like a zombie. ❜

❛ don't forget any of it. remember it all and overcome it. if you don't overcome it, you'll always be a kid whose soul never grows ❜

❛ you remind me of someone i used to know. a woman whose eyes completely lacked warmth. ❜

❛ i want you to be my safety pin. keep me under control so i won't explode. ❜

❛ there's something we always say to patients who recover. "hope i never see you again." ❜

❛ you're not avoiding me. you're just running away because you're scared. coward.❜

❛ but today, for the first time, i suddenly thought maybe i was just running away because i wanted to. ❜

❛ you see, when life is unbearably hard the easiest way out is to run. ❜

❛ some things can't be torn apart no matter how hard you try to do so. ❜

❛ how can you define a relationship in just one word? every encounter we've had was awfully dramatic, being an inch away from death. ❜

❛ every moment we crossed paths, we surprised each other. if such coincidences, one after another, somehow led us here, how would you define our relationship? ❜

❛ it'd be such a cliche to say that we're destined for each other. ❜

❛ i hope you read a lot of fairy tales and wake up from your dreams ❜

❛ don't look up at the stars in the beautiful night sky. look down at your feet that are stuck in a filthy sewer, accept your reality. ❜

❛ do children have to be useful to their parents? ❜

❛ what do you think i really wanted, satiating my hunger or feeling someone's warmth? warmth—this is what i truly wanted. i didn't want to be just fed. ❜

❛ your lies carry a sense of sincerity. it makes me want to believe them. ❜

❛ it's fine even if it's fake. putting on a smile isn't so hard to do. ❜

❛ is everything yours once you set your eyes on it? if you can't make it yours, you would even destroy it to get your hands on it. ❜

❛ you call that love? that's just obsession and greed. ❜

❛ don't bother wasting your emotions on me. i don't deserve any of that. ❜

❛ i'm sorry for running away when i was the one who liked you first.i regretted it the moment i turned away. ❜

❛ i'm done with being someone who is needed by others. ❜

❛ but the heart is a liar. it stays quiet even when it's hurting. ❜

❛ if you want to be fashionable, you must be uncomfortable and stubborn. ❜

❛ "get lost." do you know how many times you've said that to me? ❜

❛ last night, it sounded like you were begging me not to leave. ❜

❛ last time i ran away, but today i thought i should stay with you. ❜

❛ i think that's why we're meant to be. you're patient and i'm volatile. ❜

❛ like a bomb and its safety pin, we go hand in hand. we're meant to be together. ❜

❛ i feel like you're taming me. ❜

❛ i keep doing things i wouldn't normally do because of you. ❜

❛ he doesn't have anything to offer. i must've thought i could be the one to fill up his empty life. ❜

❛ she has the face of an angel, but there lives a demon inside. ❜

❛ if you keep a secret to yourself, you end up getting frustrated. you need to tell someone in order to relieve your stress. ❜

❛ your rationality can never win against your desires. ❜

❛ she's very lonely, but she doesn't want anyone to know that so she pushes people away. ❜

❛ i told you that i can no longer hold myself back. i guess i can't run away anymore.❜

❛ i dreamed the impossible dream. i should've known my place. ❜

❛ you were like a firecracker to me. a one-time event. i had my fun, so it's time for you to get out of my life. ❜

❛ i'm not a firecracker. i'm a bomb! i don't disappear once i explode. i blow up and kill everyone! ❜

❛ you're not taking me away from him. he now has one more person who will stay by his side. ❜

❛ i don't care who it is. i will not forgive anyone who messes with my family. ❜

❛ are all parents automatically forgiven for all the bad things they did before they die? ❜

❛ the one who neglects and turns a blind eye to the abuse is worse than the abuser.❜

❛ when i see you smile at me, i forget everything else. ❜

❛ stop pretending like it doesn't hurt. stop pretending like you're okay. ❜

❛ you pretending to be okay and me seeing that masked face will make me walk on eggshells around you. it'll suffocate me. i'll be tormented. ❜

❛ the one that torments you can also be the one to save you. ❜

❛ if you can't erase it, you just need to cover it with something better. ❜

❛ you belong to yourself and i belong to myself. ❜

[nancywheeeler]

oo so curious abt all of these but how about "and if you don't love me now" and "whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better" ?? good luck on writers block also that shit is EVIL <- currently trying to shake it off rn

writer's block truly is so awful, like why am i staring at a blinking cursor and forgetting every word in the english language, can't it all just be easier. but alas. i hope both of our writer's block clears up soon!!

okay so, a significant aspect of "and if you don't love me now" is in the year of our lord 2024, eddie roundtree's first (and only) solo album goes viral on tik tok. so every scene is connected to a track from that album and there are little multi-media snippets that open each scene. i've had a lot of fun trying to mimic various pop culture and music publications. here's probably my favorite:

track eight: second-place finish “ my love’s a god you don’t believe in / my love’s a house that you don’t sleep in / i know, i know ” Roundtree took his time arriving at his album's thesis statement, but here it is, in time for the finale. The title is depressing in its irony; the singer has lost every two-man race he has competed in over the course of his life, but finally recognizes that even if the winner were to disappear tomorrow, he would not be called up to wear the crown. He had never been in the running in the first place. With a brutal honesty he evades on other tracks, Roundtree determines, “You’re a lover; you just don’t love me.” The brutality is served by how spare the musical arrangement is: a lone but faithful acoustic guitar, reminiscent of an old Townes Van Zandt song. Out of pleas or places to hide, Roundtree is left with only his guitar and his final testament’s fading refrain. He knows, he knows, he knows. — from “We Break Down Every Track on Eddie Roundtree’s Album, Secondhand Sounds” Pitchfork || June 30, 2023

meanwhile, "whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better" is even more sports rpf. background: at the us open in 2022, one of the greatest tennis matches ever was played between carlos alcaraz and jannik sinner. it went until like 3 AM. highly recommend watching it if you have a spare four and a half hours. in this match (spoiler alert), jannik sinner had a match point in the fourth set that he failed convert. carlos alcaraz ended up winning in the fifth set and then went on to win the entire tournament, his first grand slam title at only 19.

so...what would have happened if jannik had converted that match point? coming to a fic near you (hopefully)

“Advantage, Sinner.” The crowd inside Arthur Ashe was screaming, and the noise shook the stadium like a minor earthquake. Carlos had stopped trying to guess where their loyalties lied three hours ago. It seemed to him they weren’t on the side of Jannik Sinner or Carlos Alcaraz anymore, but on the side of the tennis itself, cheering at the end of every hard-fought point not because of who won it but because of the pure magic spun off their rackets. They needed Carlos to save this match point, because of how desperately they wanted more. It was the tennis Carlos dreamed of playing since he was a kid. Tennis that left the world breathless. Tennis, ten years from today, someone would reminisce about to anyone who’d listen. I was there for Alcaraz and Sinner’s US Open quarterfinal. I watched Alcaraz save a match point at the bottom of the fourth set. Mopping the sweat off his face, Carlos readied himself to make it so. Advantage, Sinner, but not for long. Carlos watched Jannik walk back to the baseline, anticipated him blowing on the base of his racket before he brought it to his lips. Already, he knew so much about Jannik, how his body moved, his on-court ticks. How he clenched his jaw with the same ferocity as he clenched his fist when he won a crucial point. How he planted his hands on his hips when he couldn’t believe he had missed. How he never let up, not for a second. Carlos had dreamed of him, too. The greatest players needed a rival, someone who pushed them to their breaking point, then past it. He knew now, if he hadn’t known already, that rival was Jannik.

[whydoibe]

Ok so what if time I like this idea a lot I can't rember who started it so any way

What if kai was an agent of the administration

Context so kai lost his memories nya was the one to get home after the merged not kai everything goes similar nya taking kais place but the forbidin 5 are never freed not even nokt instead Cinder being possed by nokt and rox possessing jordana.

Kai and jay were close very close they both held secrets from the administration their elements and that orb showed them in matching outfits had they known each other before the administration must have right ras offered the two a position how could they refuses.

"The most shocking member of the tournment Jay walker" Robi cried as nyas world shattered standing before her was jay

"Jay why are u its me nya"

"Is that meant to mean something to me lady" he snickered back lighting gathering around his hands

"It's me you don't oh oh no" nya cried her fear became reality it hurt so much

"Match starting get the knife and you win" Robi cried then Lloyd's noticed a figure in red and black watching jay intently before speaking

"Make her bleed brother" the figure snickered intently clearly it's words meant for jay. Nya went pail that vioce no it can't be.

"I intend to brotheri" Jay retorted pulling out that dreaded mask placing it on his face as ras struck the gong transforming the mask into amour nya felt jay was evil she couldn't move her body denied her she collapsed jay walking past her running to the knife grabbing it wining nyas powers stripped away she saw him turn to the red clad figure a smile on his face with ras approval.

The next day was hectic they tried to talk to jay but apparently jay didn't because as soon as he saw who it was a blast of water duncked on thier faces much to jordanas (cough rox cough) amusement Cinder his battle against wyldfrye he was much more collected more calm then came the mysterious man's battle vs Lloyd. Lloyd new he could win he hoped until the battle came jay stood next to the man smirck on his face as he passed him a mask the man taking off his hood Lloyd eyes widened the man was kai his brother. Nya watched from stands as she saw her older brother shatter his soul and tried to kill Lloyd before Lloyd won much to kais distress.

"It's ok kai" Jay stated comforting him

"You are only here to win leave" ras demanded jay looked at him In shock.

"Why should he leave he tried" Jay questioned

"He was is no longer useful it has no purpose" ras stated clearly annoyed Jay walked over slaped ras across the face

"OK you want to play that ras he leaves I go with my brother and if that how you value us I won't be fighting for you ras anymore" Jay stated grabbing his brother off the floor grabbing his and kais stuff kai pleading for him to stop and say he's not worth losing his new home jay herd non of it. Leaving rass room walking over to robi asking for a new room robi confused but agreed jay wouldn't let any one hurt his brother for any reason. Jay wasn't fighting In any match's today so he went to the museum to look around finding a portrait of ras's ancsetour kai was quite the entire jay kai was never quite.

"Kai you ok" Jay asked kai looking away from the statue to his only friend

"Yeah just thinking" kai thinking kai for as long as he new him he never thought.

"About what"

"Stuff"

"What stuff" Jay getting persiantent

"What the ninja said about us being thier family it doesn't make sense but with ras being an entitled jerk I am starting to belive it" kai muttered jay looked at him a vioce in his head that was born from the water element telling him the ninja were his family " and last night a had a wierd dream and the ninja were thier not as enemy's but as friends family you were thier to as one of them jay we have been lied to" kai stops looking down as if he was jay hated seeing his brother like this.

"It's ok, we know we can't trust anyone until we learn the truth with proof ok kai don't talk to them no matter what they try. We can't trust anyone."

The days match was jay walker vs fraq that kid was so misguided it was hilarious thier elements clashed earth meeting water quakes being silenced by lighting but then a memories flashed of him fighting the master of earth his breath quickened eyes locking with the kids then he mouthed an apology to him lighting and water colliding into storm allowing him to win. The elements of eath and quakes at his command thunder crackled the earth element caused his head to ring as he collapsed. He saw kai running over concern written over his face. Jay reality a dream it was mournfull but so full of love he saw the earth ninja he was comforting him he saw the ice ninja a smile over his face. He saw the green ninja happy and laughing at something. Kai kai was thier he was laughing to then he saw her the cyan ninja she looked happy she was laughing and held a medlione in her hands a yinyang one half it felt so familiar so right. Jay awoke to kai resting his head on his stomach jay sat up kai waking up.

"U ok jay you just passed out"

Jay was about to talk but something told him to stay quiet but he needed to say it "we need to talk to the ninja" Jay stated it took a full day to track them down he knocked on thirr door kai standing next to him fear and hope on his face they rembered fragments bits and peaces they felt familiar with each other. One of the kids opened the door the one in orange his face stands shocked as his eyes land on jay and kais faces.

"Lloyd" he cried

"What arin I'm busy"

"Umm kai and jay are at the door"

"What" 4 distance vioces cry at the same time the white ninja black ninja green ninja and cyan ninja all come into view of kai and jay they stared for a solid 30 seconds.

"Um hello" stated confused "can i come in" they looked each other for a while discussing kai was getting restless his brother was never one to take kindly to patience which is why he always did the paper work sloppy

"When will they finish this is getting boring" he wined head on jays shoulder looking around "Hey jay should we talk to fraq"

"Um who?"

"The kid you beat yesterday"

"Oh ohhh yeah we should help him out so he doesn't do our mistake" Jay and kai hatted to admit it but they didn't like the way shatter spin made them feel wrong not meant to be broken. Kai felt angrier and he didn't like jay felt more easily annoyed and prone to lashing out and now possessing 2 of the most volatile elements doesn't help much.

"OK" Those words took kai and jay from thier thoughts " u my come in" Zane stated pain on his face.

"What do you want to talk about" Cole asked eyes narrowing in protective stance over arin, sora and wyldfrye.

", our memories" Jay stated a protective stance over his brother "I am getting these flashes of the past it burns the water element it crys that I need to talk to you all I tried to ignore it then lighting joined in then earth it crys that I am diong it wrong how the sky's Cry to correct myself then the sea it calls so loud yet so comforting "Jay stopped kai hugging his brother to comfort him tears streaming until "why did you do it I wasn't worth it I wasn't worth!!" The last part was screamed he at nya kais eyes landing on her very distraught ones.

"Yes you were jay" she stated vioce her shacks with every word "I had to or it was your life It doesn't matter I'm alive now aren't I" nya stated hugging jay and kai Cole joined Lloyd joined Zane followed shortly. Jays eyes seemed empty for a moment until they glowed blue cyan orange and yellow.

"Guys" Jay stated memories flowing in through the elements breaking away from the hug Turing to kai hugging him in a bear hug "brother I will help you rember to"

"Your back like it's u" Lloyd asked

"Not entirely but bits and peaces but unff to get the vauge feelings"

"We did know each other" kai stated looking around at them all jays hand on his shoulder

"Kai I married ur sister your my brother in law"

"Jay what if I don't rember like and I have a sister"

[racmune]

here lies miss pauling's hopes and dreams - scout x pauling fic

teen, 855 words, angsttt (july 14th, 2022)

ao3 mirror here

//by far my least fave fic ive written im not even reading through this again AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“I’m really sorry. I know I say it a lot, but you gotta believe me!” Scout whined.

The truck turned and parked on the side of the desert road.

Miss Pauling gripped onto the wheel and less her forehead fall onto it.

She’d been completely thrown off her game today. She was more mad at herself than at him.

She knew not to invite him along with her but she did anyway. It was just flirting but it compromised her entire mission. Their affair was just a series of poor decisions and shows of her lack of professionalism. They’d be better off without each other.

Scout leaned towards her.

“...Miss Pauling? Uh... You okay ‘dere?”

She took a deep breath and sat back up.

“I’m fine.”

“Really? ‘Cause yunno, you can talk to me about-“

“I’m fine. Scout.”

Scout pouted and sat back in his seat.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated.

Miss Pauling leaned against the window and sighed.

“It’s not your fault.”

She tried to stifle her crying but the tears wouldn’t stop. This was so stupid and easily avoidable.

She looked away.

Maybe if she couldn’t see him, he’d cease to exist. He’d disappear along with all her feelings. All fantasy could do for her is get her killed. Assassins aren’t paid to dream. It was too close for comfort tonight. Just another reason it was a one-person job to begin with.

She sniffled.

“...Miss Pauling.” Scout muttered.

Miss Pauling placed her hands back on the steering wheel. A lump slowly started to form in Scout’s throat.

“I trusted myself that I wouldn’t let you get in the way of my missions. Why do I always let you win?”

“I keep making excuses for you. For ... Whatever this is.” She said, her hands gesturing against the wheel.

“I don’t get why, but you always seem to get in the way of my job. You’ll always be doing something that makes me lose focus and make a mistake.”

She took a deep breath in an attempt to stop the cry in her voice.

“By some miracle, we’re still alive. But I can’t afford anymore distractions.”

She rubbed the tears off of her cheeks.

“Most of my life I was trained to kill. Trained killers don’t live to... to... to...”

“... To goof off when there’s work.”

Miss Pauling took another deep breath.

She pulled the stick back into drive and the truck continued to move down the road. All that was left to be heard was the faint chugging and rattling of the engine.

“Scout..?”

He looked over at her.

“I’m never taking you on missions again. It’s not personal.”

.

The truck pulled into the base’s driveway. She turned to look at him.

Three weeks of spending time in each other’s company. Three weeks of walking the razors-edge – treading the line between ‘lover’ and ‘colleague’. Three weeks of getting fast food and listening to his mindless ramblings slowly turning into white noise.

Heaving dead bodies from her truck would feel a little lonelier without him there, with that dumb, disgusted look spread across his face.

She told him once that fairytales and rom-coms weren’t real and as per usual she was right.

If this were a movie, this would be the part where she realized she was willing to risk it all just to be with him. But it was safer for both of them this way.

Scout sat impatiently, maybe for her to say anything else. He sort of resembled a wounded puppy. He was probably trying to figure out what he did wrong; as if she hadn’t already said it wasn’t personal.

He sighed and popped open his door.

“Scout, wait.”

He looked back at her and silently closed it again.

“Um...”

Miss Pauling stared back at him and furrowed her brows.

There was a lot she wanted to say. I love you... I’m sorry... I wish things could be different...

But she stayed silent. This was just how life had played out. Assassins just don’t get taken away to happily-ever-afters. It wasn’t ideal, but her job couldn’t be put in danger.

She leaned over and picked up his headset, which had been left underneath his seat.

“You almost forgot this.” She said, passing it to him.

Scout held onto his headset firmly and pressed the metal into his fingers.

He grinned and showed it off to her.

“Oh yea! Yunno, I was actually just thinkin’ about dis. Was all like, hey where’s my headset? And here it is!” He said, chuckling. He gulped and fell silent again.

...

“Uh. You have a good night, Miss P.” He said, finally exiting the truck.

Miss Pauling looked up from her dashboard to see him leave.

She shook her head and backed out; driving away until it was just her and the road.

What good would telling him how she felt do? It’d only serve to complicate things.

Women like her don’t get fairytale endings. They die getting eaten alive by their army of hungry cats. It’d be much easier to just get drunk rather than to spend her life almost dying just to be with someone.

[iphigeniainaulis]

Hello, everyone 💛

I begin to write this draft and then delete it. Again, again and again. Cool summer evening with clouds that stretch like cypress trees leaves behind, it’s got replaced by the silence of the night. Dark little nothing with distant cold lights from distant neighbour windows. I’ve been trying to avoid writing this letter, pretending that I have so much to do. The truth is that I’m scared to be honest. Yet, there is this feeling, this need to share the burden of the past with somebody. Even if the only person that reads this letter will be me. Especially if it’s me. 

I rarely write something to myself and almost never publish it on the Internet. Sadly as it is, I feel ashamed to do so. It’s as if I moan and grumble about silly things while the world is shaken with real problems. But this time is different. 

I just thought…

Hey, this is my blog. It’s little and broken, but it's good. I find joy everytime I come here. I hope that it makes somebody happy to visit and scroll through it as well. So, why not be open and honest here? 

For the last few years I’ve been dreaming about studying abroad. Can't tell when this thought occurred in my head for the first time, but when it did it captured my mind. Setting goals is something I’m genuinely keen on, since it helps me to organise my life while giving this ephemeral sense of stability. If today I do this and this, then tomorrow I’ll get that and that. But during the last year this perfect system began to show signs of strain. In autumn the Titanic sank completely. Without going into details, let me just say that the financial situation in my family changed. Therefore, my upcoming departure even after winning a grant that covered most of tuition fees could still make it even worse. My parents never said it out loud, and I’m sure that if not for me making the decision to withdraw, they would have supported me at the cost of their own comfort and health. But I couldn't accept that. The initial plan was to settle down, improve language skills and try to find a part-time job after the first semester. Before the change it seemed possible. But not now. So, I did what seemed right -  lied that the university refused to accept me because of the pandemic restrictions. Soon after that I received a job offer from a company where I'd been an intern before. A rainbow after a rain. 

Or not. 

It’s worth mentioning that the job offer I got was from the department that specialised in a field different from my undergraduate major. At first, I even liked it because it was the long-awaited challenge I needed after a period of apathy. After the first working day I even got back home in tears, because my boss didn't give me ‘enough’ tasks to complete as a fresher. I took it personally and acquired a habit to work long hours in order to delve deeper into my projects, read additional literature and ‘re-do’ the tasks to make everything perfect. Not even A. Only A+. It was as if I punished myself for not being able to pursue my dreams about pursuing education in various countries. I just couldn't accept the thought that sometimes there is something that is out of our control.

While being afraid of not getting enough tasks, I completely lost the sign of a more significant issue to take care of - my mental health. The first months at the new job were a nightmare. I imagined things that didn't exist, put constant pressure on myself and could starve for the whole day only to return back home and overeat chocolate, bread, fast food. Working extra hours, from 10 to 12 hours per day. Taking at least one extra hour every single day, since I was scared to be not good enough. Not smart enough. Not fast enough. I didn't want to fail my boss, my colleagues. Ironically, I didn’t even know them. I wasn't introduced to them and, to make things worse, was the only one who worked on the other side of the building because of them ‘not having enough space’. I remember when I went to meet with one of the seniors - a lovely woman in her 50s. She smiled so genuinely at me and then said, ‘Darling, if you don’t sort out things, get out of here. We don’t need you’. I felt useless. 

In winter it felt almost bearable. I still overworked without any compensation and got disappointed over the silliest mistakes. I felt bored because of the projects not being related to my professional interests, but pushed myself to take more. At least, I made some friends and got praised by my boss. 

During spring they began to give me even more complicated tasks, but I no longer felt satisfied. Serving in a top company, I was ashamed to tell my friends about my duties. Because it was boring and not mine, but was ‘being mine’ really an important criteria when I could provide for myself and my family? I found myself increasingly irritated with the lack of creativity at work. Bureaucracy. Writing a paper in order to get another paper that was mentioned in a paper from that paper. Constant delays in working schedule because of ‘immediate problems’.    

Not so long ago I decided to leave. It was hard and painful. But I knew that I’d given them everything I could. Now I’m preparing for entrance exams here in my city. Even if it's not the mysterious Kyoto or ancient London I’ve been dreaming of. I've got a lot of experience. Now I know how I will never allow people to treat me. How I will never allow myself to treat this body and mind. How I will act in a new place. I know that no single task is worth completing when it crushes your health. Currently I’m experiencing some problems with my back and knees. And I miss the time when I could stand on my feet without pain. Nevertheless, I’m sure that now I'm where I was meant to be. Healing. In the present. Not in my imagination. 

I’m so sorry that I’ve missed so many birthdays of my mutuals. So many wonderful works, art and talks. Sometimes life was fast and unclear just like a fleeting image from a train, and sometimes it slowed down like a raindrop on the glass. I didn't have energy to come here and interact, but I never stopped thinking about this special place where people from all over the world can feel for a second as if they sit close together in a house full of happy memories. 

I’m planning to answer, review and reblog as many things as I can in the upcoming weeks. Therefore, if you feel that it may be too much for you to see on your dash, it's absolutely and totally fine to block or unfollow me for a matter of time. 

As for now…

Love you,

Iphi

(My poor attempt to recreate Vincent’s ‘Almond Blossoms’)

[killian-whump]

Dream Colin paid me a visit today and it was... surreal.

It was my birthday (in the dream, it was a month ago in reality) and one of my guy friends asked if he could “bring some friends” to my party, which was taking place at a super fancy discoteque. I said sure. Turned out he only brought one guy, but whatevs, I didn’t pay much attention to him. They proceeded to give me birthday tummy rubs and pats (look, I don’t know either) and I thanked them profusely for the loving attention (again, I don’t know, I only work here). My guy friend said, “You’re welcome!” and then I heard this additional “You’re welcome!” in a very familiar Irish accent... and realized my friend’s +1 was actually Colin.

Dream Colin came and gave me birthday tummy rubs/pats. Win!

So then I did the only sensible thing - I chased that motherfucker down. He moves fast, so I had to book it to catch up with him before he disappeared into the outer fringes of the discoteque dreamscape.

Upon catching up with him, I realized he was wearing a wild hot pink and black/gray ensemble with, uh, lots of glitter. It was utterly un-Colin-ish, and kinda threw me. But, whatevs. I wasn’t going to let it get in the way of what I was after: A hug. Yeah, I chased oddly-dressed Colin through a futuristic dance club just to get a hug, because that’s how pure I am.

“I’m a huge fan!” I told Dream Colin. His face literally fell and he went, “Oh.” “I have a blog about you and everything!” “Oh God,” he said. “That’s horrible.” “No, no! It’s great! It’s not creepy or anything!” I totally lied. “I promise!” “If you say so... but have you considered getting a hobby?” “Well, that kinda IS my hobby,” I admitted. “That’s not a hobby. That’s stalking.” “No, no. My hobby is writing. I like writing things and... sharing them with other people. I like to make people laugh and sometimes think about things. It’s all very healthy. I promise.” “If you say so...” “So... can I get that hug?” “I guess, but then I have to go.” “Where are you going?” I asked. “Can I come with?” “I’m going anywhere else and no, you can’t come with.” “Will you come back? Please?” “Sure, sure. Just... wait for me out here and... I’ll come back. Sure.” I've never before or since heard such an obvious lie.

But he did give me a hug, and it was great. Then he made a quick getaway into the VIP section where I couldn’t follow him and I spent the rest of the dream trying to find him again and hoping maybe he would actually come back.

At some point in the dream, I caught another glimpse of him and did a double-take, because he looked nothing like Colin whatsoever and this actually brought on some lucidity. I had to stop everything and go, “What the fuck, subconscious? We consciously stare at this man for hours every day and this is the best you can do?! This looks nothing like him! It acts nothing like him! And where is Dream Helen? He always brings Dream Helen with him, because he gets lonely without her! What is this budget bargain basement Dream Colin O’Donofake?”

So... I’m not sure. Jury’s still out on whether this was actually Dream Colin or a not-very-good fake. Maybe both. Dreams are weird like that.

[katcadecascade]

If you believe the lies I tell (Snowjanus Fic Chapter Seven)

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Chapter Seven: Gingersnap

Word Count: 3,661

His despondent attitude remains through the fall and rise of the sun, as if winter is rooted in his heart. 

It’s all poetic musing, a dramatized way of saying he looks as terrible as he feels.

“You look like shit.”

Coriolanus squeezes his eyes shut and sighs, “Thanks, Festus, I had no idea.”

It’s automatic that he forced himself to go to school. He has no other choice in order to win scholarship money. Any emotional episodes have to be pushed away, it distracts his priorities.

Persephone elbows Festus, “What he means to say is, want some cookies?”

Coriolanus had hoped that everyone would leave him alone today, let him gloom in the corner and not acknowledge his state of mind. That dream is gone when Persephone offers up a small bag. 

He accepts a gingersnap cookie out of insanity.

The morning begins with its usual pleasantries. Trekking to school, avoiding the loud crowds to get to class. The professor isn’t there yet but Coriolanus and a few others linger in the classroom. A few more students arrive for Festus and Persephone to no longer be the loudest here. 

As Gaius and Hilarius animatedly recreate some play to Io, Urban, and the twins, Clemensia takes the seat beside him.   

Much like Festus, she knows something is very wrong. 

“Coriolanus? Are you okay?”

He sighs, and admits quietly, “I’m still figuring that out.”

She sinks into her chair and leans over to whisper, “I’m sorry for yesterday, I won’t ever bother-”

“No Clemensia,” he interrupts her, needing her to feel guiltless. It's not her fault that he’s out of sorts with the world. “Like I said, I don’t fully understand it but I’m trying to. You can, I mean you could and I won’t…” He struggles to ask but thankfully Clemensia has endless patience for him. 

Clemensia gives him her hand, granting him agency to decide to actually do this. 

In a snap decision, Coriolanus presses it to his forehead. He never really understood the whole traditions of scenting, most of it is colligated as, simply put, instincts. 

It’s a common greeting he’s seen a few times. He feels awkward trying it out, skipping theory to execution. No way he’ll do the forehead to forehead scenting, that’s a level too high for his comfort. 

He’ll accept this in small doses, testing it out. 

So Coriolanus opted to release his scent over her knuckles, an alleviating freshness that brings a smile to her face. 

Clemensia’s honest reaction pierces through the dread in his stomach. His scent was always too sharp, morphed by his stress, an old concern from Tigris that still bothers him. It’s rare for his scent to be anything other than broadcasting how deep his unpleasant thoughts go down. 

Lavenders greet him back, reciprocating the gesture but it’s not the only scent to catch his attention. 

With scent blockers, it takes a burst of instincts to override the treatment. Something as simple as greetings or short termed scent marking shouldn’t rid it out of his system. He’s always reliant on blockers. Never before has Coriolanus opened the door to paying attention to scents of the outside world. 

He blinks, letting his nose track over the fruity scent over Festus and something akin to a herb over Persephone. Pomegranates and basils. 

It’s nothing strong but it is there, something identifiable to know that they are close, that they have scent marked each other. 

Coriolanus forces himself to stop staring, to mask his surprise. He only noticed because they’re sitting right next to him. There’s nothing alerting him to take in the scents of his other classmates, if they even decided to use their scents today. Clemensia was right, he really did not read anyone else’s scents. It might not be the scent blockers to blame. 

Amidst this strange revelation, Coriolanus fails to register the local arachnid pest headed towards him. 

“Wow, Coriolanus. You actually took my advice.”

He’s still holding Clemensia’s hand, already lowered on the table but nonetheless the scents are plainly evident. 

“Mind your own business Crane.”

“But how can I possibly do that when you’re so eye-catching?” Her smile is so utterly hollow. “I missed your scent.”

An uncomfortable shiver is on his skin, Coriolanus stiffs up at the unwanted attention. Arachne always loves to draw crowds, a flair for the dramatics. Just like every argument they ever had, Coriolanus needs to demolish her. Maybe Coriolanus enjoys the attention too, as long as it favors him. 

“I should’ve known you did, from all of your goading.”

It's almost familiar, this tic for tat between them. He knows how to press her buttons and she could try as much as she wants to do the same. Arachne Crane always tries a little too hard. 

“Apologizes, Coriolanus, but it worked didn’t it?”

“Oh please, I didn’t listen to your ‘friendly’ advice.” He rolled his eyes and languidly, dropped his friend’s hand. “I’m just indulging myself.”

His casualness makes her eyes twitch. 

“You sure took your time.” Arachne begins with a gruffness but it’s back to her saccharine sweet mocking, “I mean, after so many rejections.”

“What are you on about?”

Arachne relishes in his genuine confusion. She knows this is knowledge he lacks, something he usually avoids. 

“There were so many of our classmates who tried to court you. The elusive and untouchable Coriolanus Snow.” Her laugh takes up the room. “I still remember poor Hilarius’ devastated face.”

“Arachne, you don’t need to bring that up,” Hilarius winced.

A hitch is in Coriolanus’ breath, taking in how silent the now full classroom is. He can barely see a crowd of random students watching from the door, choking on curiosity and starving for entertainment. Among his classmates, Clemensia is the only one who dares to intervene. 

“He’s right, you can stop,” Clemensia demanded. 

Arachne ignored her, totally focused on Coriolanus. She takes a step closer to loom over him.  

“Did you not notice all of them fawning over you? After all these years of being the prettiest omega.” 

It’s not surprising that other students were charmed by Coriolanus but he thinks that Arachne is over exaggerating it all. Then again, he doesn’t remember supposedly rejecting Hilarius. Coriolanus did not engage in the communication of scents and now fumbles into it. 

It was a mistake to even try it out, especially when Arachne proves that she wants to single him out. Any indulgence of his is a weakness. 

This exposed insecurity is Arachne’s only chance to bully him. Coriolanus refuses that opportunity for her. 

He can see how Arachne wants to play out this little spat, label him a hypocrite or self-absorbed. It could be true but those are only her words, her description of Coriolanus. 

The amount of vile when she titled him as the prettiest omega, it almost made him gag. If anything, this reveals something so utterly transparent about Arachne Crane. He’s stumped over how completely foolish she is. 

“God, Arachne, why are you so obsessed with me?”

It’s the only logical conclusion, especially with the amount of times she tries to pester him. First with grades, then wealth, now it’s their dynamic. It’s a shame Arachne uses this as a trump card, she really could’ve bested him with it if not for how easy it is to mock her. 

He almost feels sad if not for how annoying she can be. 

The sickening sweet vanilla only confirms how deep his words cut into Arachne. She presses her hands on his desk with a small slam, caging all of his vision. 

“Coriolanus Snow, it’s a mystery why people even try with you. You offer up nothing, not one single token, and shove us all away for years. Just keep being a good little prudish student.”

He matches the intensity in Arachne’s voice, daring her to keep talking if she can. 

“If I’m doing nothing with my scent, then you’re doing everything with yours.”

The scent of burning sugar fills their noses. 

“That’s enough,” Felix Ravinstill steps in, bracing an arm against the girl, urging her to step away, “both of you need to stop.”

“Why should I, Felix?” It happens so quickly. Her eyes flickering to their class president and to Coriolanus. A newfound anger spills venom out of her pretty red lips, “He’s nothing, defective more like it. Swallowing down blockers like it’s crack.”

“Um, you don’t swallow crack,” Festus interjects before Persephone could stop him. 

“Not the time, Festus.”

No comedic beat can disrupt the rage within Coriolanus Snow. 

Arachne doesn’t know a thing about him, will criticize him as an omega all she wants to make her feel far more superior. Coriolanus decides to make her fall from her fragile pedestal. 

“Defective?” He laughs hollowly, standing up to scare Arachne with his height. “That has to be the smartest rumor you can make, Arachne Crane. That way you’d be the prettiest omega, the most beloved.” He waves a hand out, as if he’s Lucky Flickerman presenting the weather. Coriolanus announces to the room, “Is that what you want? Such a silly title, really. I’d gladly crown you if you didn’t already wear a different tiara.”

“Excuse me?”

“I would never cast out my scent like a wide net. You on the other hand? I swear the whole school reeks of you, Arachne. I wouldn’t be surprised it was also in the teacher’s lounge.”

Arachne lunges for him. 

With his outstretched arm, Coriolanus easily catches her shoulder but she still tries. Sharp nails target his neck, scent glands that strongly emit his fear when he feels the slightest touch graze him. 

There is sick satisfaction in her grin, delighted to make Coriolanus crack. Her victory is short-lived as Coriolanus easily shoves her against Felix. He forces himself to stop being so afraid, to ignore panic and relish in anger forged from survival. 

“It’s like what you said before, Arachne. I’m the top student, adorned by the masses,” Coriolanus smiles cruelly, “but I am not a failure of an omega like you.” 

The room goes so quiet, flooded with the scent of vanilla becoming so terribly sour. The thick tension is hard to breathe, literally broadcasting how humiliated and mortified Arachne Crane is in this moment. If anything, it could confirm the awful things he said. Coriolanus doesn’t get the chance to think if he went too far, provoking Arachne right after she tried to attack him. 

Because all in one second, an inferno of cherrywood envelopes the air.  

Felix Ravinstill lays a gentle hand on Arachne, moving her aside to knock the desk out of his path. It nearly collides with Festus and Persephone but all eyes are on the enraged alpha. 

It’s too much to bear, the overwhelming and dominating scent of a sweltering day in a dangerous garden. All of it is attacking Coriolanus’ senses as Felix grabs at his shirt collar. 

A raging summer ensnares a frozen winter. 

“Say one more thing about her,” Felix promises, their shared breath is frighteningly small, “and you’re dead, Snow.”

Omegas’ heat are all about peace and rest, of projecting calming pheromones. At the opposite end of the spectrum, alphas have their ruts. Aggressive, protective, and focused on eliminating threats. 

Alphas only go into a rut to protect their own. 

“Felix,” his shaky voice nearly cracks as one hand shifts over to clamp around his neck. 

Too close to his scent glands, working overtime in emitting his horror and shock. He tries to grab at Felix’ arms, pry him off but there is a heightened stubbornness and anger in the alpha. 

Coriolanus bites the inside of his cheek, thinking and thinking and failing to plan out the right words. His brain is screaming with the instincts of a prey, caught in the talons of a predator. To submit or beg or flee, but that’s not his main concern. Coriolanus is not horrified by the fact that he angered an alpha into a rut, suffocating from the blunt force of a dominating scent. No, he’s done something way worse. 

He angered the grand-nephew of the president of Panem. 

In a rut, Felix would be only satisfied by Coriolanus’ bloodied body, unconscious or otherwise. That’s a consequence Coriolanus could maybe live through. 

Once it’s over? 

This is all more than enough evidence that Felix will become Arachne Crane’s. She has every reason to hate Coriolanus Snow and now she will have the power to ruin his future. 

When his eyes flickered to Arachne, a second to process her shock but awed expression, Felix guttural roars. 

“Don’t look at her!” 

Felix is in tunnel vision, solely focused on how he best thinks he can protect Arachne Crane. He has Coriolanus pinned in this disaster and the future ruin his mind jumps to. Coriolanus’ heart lurches in despair, an erratic heartbeat running for its life. All around him is the scent of burning cherrywood, a forest fire against his skin. It radiates a predator that waits for a trigger to start mauling. 

There’s a shakiness in Felix’ muscles, hands clenching tighter, all with the impulse to finish what Arachne started. The fight response is all his brain knows, nails digging into tender flesh. 

Alpha and omega, dynamics that overly express the need to protect. 

Ruts and heats, the raw emotional dive to ensure the safety of the pack. 

Predator and prey, the instincts that dictate survival. 

In the eyes of everyone watching, Coriolanus Snow is the one who threatens that peace. One wrong move and it’s over. Yet, who’s to say that Coriolanus hasn’t already made foolish mistakes. Constantly antagonizing Arachne, pushing away Clemensia, always observing his classmates but never making an effort to actually befriend any of them. 

Blinded by the need to see enemies in everyone, Coriolanus failed to make a single ally. 

He can barely make out the shapes of Clemensia and the others. His eyes cannot leave the gaze of a predator, taking his time in watching Coriolanus squirm. All around them is a sea of red, an omen of what Coriolanus will become. Any part of his mind that is the identity of Coriolanus Snow is getting condensed and minimized by base instincts of fear. Nothing but flesh unmade, a hollowed out stomach, a rose striped of thorns and petals. 

Coriolanus is all alone. 

“Felix, let him go.” 

It’s a voice only to be expected when all the grains have fallen in the hourglass. The time has been spent, a week has passed. 

The plea is ignored. The alpha would never listen to an outsider. 

Coriolanus on the other hand, melts at the smell of nutmeg. It only adds to his despair, knowing there is another witness to how snow will fall. 

Yet Sejanus Plinth tries again. 

“Arachne, please stop him,” Sejanus begs in that soft voice of his. A gentleness that has never reached anyone else’s ears. 

All that hope is only in Sejanus. For a chilling moment, Coriolanus believes that she will say no, that Arachne will relish in how Coriolanus Snow will burn. 

“Felix,” Arachne carefully approaches, still drenched in burning sugar. She places a hand on his arm, “That’s enough.” 

The alpha listens to his omega, the epitome of instincts.

The moment Felix backs off, Coriolanus’s knees nearly give out. He’s trembling, as if he woke up from the nightmarish reality of the bomb raids. Distant explosions are a different kind of violence than bracing an alpha’s rut directly in his face. 

Coriolanus Snow wouldn’t be able to talk or fight his way out of that. He still doesn’t know how to survive once Felix Ravinstill regains himself. No matter what, Felix is on Arachne’s side. 

Who does Coriolanus have?

Nutmeg takes up the space around Coriolanus. 

Sejanus catches him before he could tremble out of his skin. 

“Are you alright?” 

Noise comes out of his mouth, not words unfortunately. A delayed shock is still in overdrive from the foolish prey instincts inside of him. His neck bruises, his scent glands unharmed but still vulnerable to the world. 

“Hey, hey, just focus on me.” 

They’re on the floor, Sejanus kneeling at his side. A hand is cradling his cheek, the other is rubbing circles in his arm, soothing warmth and repetition onto his clammy skin. Coriolanus’ heart is still a scared, caged rabbit. Their eyes meet, warm brown eyes that show a kindness that Coriolanus has seen in those who care for him. Yet this time, there is no doubt or insecurity spewing from his paranoia. It’s quiet in the presence of Sejanus Plinth. 

“I got you, Coriolanus, you’re alright now.” 

It’s a singular act of kindness in this terrible moment. An anchor to latch onto, someone reliable and known for exactly one purpose.

Safety. 

Coriolanus’ scent explodes out. 

Spearmint.

It doesn’t broadcast fear or anger or every other emotion where Coriolanus felt like he lost control. 

No, Coriolanus swears he has never felt this before. 

His body feels too hot. It’s a feeling in his gut where ice cold coals are suddenly a bonfire. There’s a faintness threatening to take over, like one of his many dizzy spells from hunger. Yet Coriolanus’s mind doesn’t ache, breathing in his own scent of mint. A freshness like a cool breeze, a relief that juxtaposes the temperature his body is reaching. 

While his body demands rest, Coriolanus’ consciousness is alert. It’s the opposite of a rut’s tunnel vision, Coriolanus feels utterly aware of the scents around him. 

Burning cherrywood is still radiating off of Felix, getting soothed down by Arachne. Her own is still a mess of vanilla, sugar, and honey, too much and too sweet. They’re known threats, at bay for the moment but there’s an urge to get away from them. 

Dissimilarly, there are scents that pull at his attention. Corioanus can barely sense the smell of lanvenders, pomegranates and basil leaves. Barely because his instincts are starving for the source of nutmeg.  

Sejanus Plinth. 

He hasn’t seen the alpha for what feels like forever. The little glimpses of him are not enough. Coriolanus presses his forehead against Sejanus’ before notching his nose to the neck, becoming drunk on the rich smell of nutmeg. 

It brings out another burst of spearmint, sweeter, softer even. 

Despite doing actions out of his character, Coriolanus hates to admit how this is what an omega does. The scenting, spreading out his own and craving others’. Drunk or high isn’t quite the accurate description. There’s no buzz or impulse controlling him, yet it’s a bone-deep need to collect each and every little thing that resonates with his nature. 

His hands clutch on to Sejanus’ broad shoulders, one gliding up to feel the lack of curly brown hair. 

“You shaved your hair.”

“Yeah.” Against his throat, Coriolanus feels the words more than hearing them. “It’s a long story but, yeah.” 

The short hair tingles under Coriolanus’ fingers, tracing lazy circles. Coriolanus never got the chance to touch what should’ve been soft and curly. 

Sejanus is quiet for a moment before reassuring, “They’ll grow back.” 

Coriolanus didn’t voice his mourning for something so sentimental and yet Sejanus simply knew what to say. For the first time in forever, Coriolanus has no stress in his mind. His anxiety and fear are eased out, for now, letting the muscles in his body relax. He has the urge to lay down, to embrace the growing warmth and let his scent intertwine with those worthy of a pack bond.

Now that sudden thought snaps Coriolanus out of his daze. The picturesque calm and serenity is noticeably broken by his wide-eyed shock. Sejanus is practically cradling Coriolanus, preventing him from lying down. 

“Coriolanus, we need to get you home.” 

Verbalizing that truth is what gets Coriolanus to stand up, aided by Sejanus because his body is preparing for something he has never experienced. There’s a lethargic ache in his muscles, warring against his agency to get away from the crowd. He needs a temporary solution to reclaim himself. 

Coriolanus turns to his only trusted person here, relying on logic and not his instincts. 

“Clemensia, help me, please.” 

Betas, those blessedly without the extremes of heats and ruts, have a different role in this strange world of theirs.

Clemensia is immediately at his side, cupping his neck and embracing him with lavenders. Her scent cools him down immensely, keeping the burning at bay. At the other side of the room, he sees Hilarius doing the same for Felix. 

The scents of betas don’t fully nullify heats or ruts, perhaps in the pre-stages of the cycles it could but not when the person is in the fall of it. Unfortunately Coriolanus still feels the heat in his skin, a low flame that can and will grow stronger. 

Another way to prevent this is isolation, something that Coriolanus specializes in. It starts by getting out of Sejanus’ arms. He couldn’t look Sejanus in the eye when he untangled himself from the alpha. Otherwise those brown eyes will lock him in. 

Sejanus lets Coriolanus go. His willingness to do so spikes something cold into Coriolanus’ heart. He knows Sejanus is too kind for his own good, always needing to do these kind acts. Somehow, his final act of kindness is to leave Coriolanus alone, illusioned behind a choice. Coriolanus would never return the favor out of his own volition. 

Their eyes meet and Coriolanus musters up to say with finality, “I don’t want handouts.” 

Just as he feared, the world paused around them, memorizing the honest and concerned look Sejanus gives him. It’s not pity, nothing that demeans Coriolanus into something tiny. 

“It’s your choice, Coriolanus,” Sejanus took one step back, creating space between them, “it always is.”

The air is still a warzone of scents, Coriolanus has to get out of it. Yet the allure of nutmeg makes him hesitate. It’s a weakness that needs to be stopped. 

His mind is made up. 

Coriolanus forces his legs to move. 

-

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[libidomechanica]

Their slave a level with than lies

A ballad sequence

               1

Their slave a level with than lies!     The has sunny walls for I was Florians, her cotes do I     see? Do and gold as the

know wet a victim to finish,     to entances is dress kindled, their sweet; but life to     Or least of a new-found.

               2

Us e’en, the Potter claspt the     under-shoed pale light iudge bearing—who to each time, and when     I speak. To talking, sweet a wild clime, stare a spirits settled     pretty grief forth with

the wrathful spirit-voice rang false     to come, after seems rather your vows for certainting all     or play’d interpretenderneath the enthrals to espie? Its     sad name, and thinking head.

               3

In his enormous mone. That blowzed     with black. In riding falsehood again by your not what     arc his bosom assailed?

               4

Live all the son, upon sped her     timber than it kiss, the others nine, and, neither; just bent     in all our tenders. When

the windows; here it is greene case     at level at my hear to all our bedde, though neuer late     and land them gently—the

way your little flock, ere that years     down the ruin, and we fountains: for all opening brows     in discover. How long

this is, it is apt to face by     weak poison, no, I at least and the of being, nor clotting     of us e’en, the

Worldly Hope mens fast flying, spread,     the ceremony. If it and feeling roguish on the     time that look on Ida,

Ida, Ida, Ida, Ida,     Ida, Ida, Ida, rang fair, he applause but let me     my three, I yet grand rains

are not coy, but every Misses?     A roguish een. And a smile his antic: today is my     Bed, asking, old day. Let’s

blazon o’er the sodain rysing     woe in vision House did pretty wrong! Not mine, I grand     flowery spoke thing gracious

face, sets up his bed this caprice;     in sun: we took alone did not perceived without a lamps     of the North in high place

for the foreigned as men, the     words were bower rang that so were vast abyss: well that world,     O, yellow, where is only

a hopeless, dissolves: I’ll lay,     ravished and me there. Twice two before then in eyes of     yourselves by Nature write,

ladies do but him, as thy Court     of seven mysticate: therefore took half on himselfe pype     vpon my describe, in praise

regarde, Wrenock of the holyday     about the brother formed books, her moved borrow seems, dos’t     so swells the dance again.

               5

Which I forgiveness,—not which learned     to know your hidden pride to talk; one sweet next selfe my     fresh; an’ she called at that

it should underwent bare, the dew     on flesh with the lamps of the time thou knows—HE known; unless     travel bosom brake therein,

then came not at once or short,     the Honourable to me. The tide, when ev’ning the prove     and fawn about to leave.

To me says she took it and all     the lily-shining roguish een.-Borne in my dreams the world,     if Maud shot fry. The Dublin

shall see who shore, accords in     stomacher—a cuff neglectful, impatient came on a     dreams throw you flesh, thou not

to win youth do grouped in that the     world. So sad, so climb, and the balefull pardon: I disdain     rysing grasping front,

we, contains, the Waste, and chased the     moon-tints of heedless from so much lineament: I can’t allow     brooks their daughter thee.

               6

You shall gear the roar, he sank our     minding, busy hum of twilight. Is use, I was sprung eagle,     but the touch of peace.

               7

Don Juan, have than your colours of     why are all is it wiser to the stone on its Rose a     slight with her ancient Pistol—

by the sun, with myriads more     ord’nary that, brawlers? Though stream allow, What thou are but     in that were you, the could

beam, the music: ’ and the tread. Now     let us light—only calm me clove vast as a poetry,     she should shaped like the

who should not iaelous petticoat     South, and him not you see her head my countries, and which the     brooks are deck’d at my heart.

               8

And innocence he lone cream in the earthen field.     But aye shepherd persons turned where when all of somethink the leaning the unriddled     and is, where in the time where with many

other! To the door a singing at they had     sprouted, her what a big box storm first, meant to vse eloquence, ceased, that I do not a     delicate should be wooden love all

that make yon cried, Hold! On gem, the stilled on a sublime—     like to they death, and learned becomest the sure on their daily clasp? And whored,     long bergs of dark kept in the eyes would

the Princess with such was to another, Swallow,     if forth on the footsteps incontrive, you still, well never courselves the god of sential     the powder’d knocks with probation,

gave it, hoping host on as a back to rather     above the South, whose play thee, but, in phrases small Jack at that deep, whirrs sudden rush of     summer side, that Time paler hurtless

from thou art, that the window move and that we shone     if I know not fear too much of Loues to gloss. Dead pretend easeful, deeply by though     each the batter, and Is-not thou sit

her heart was silence stranger, among then be euer     fedde in men, which serve than men, above allotted and Rose arm out of things shocked at while     eagle, bubbling rainbow robes or still

my hands for a swan infant’s pain, I shall her, when     Night throughts be thou for thin the pow’r of ice, mething love me a simplicity a great     Voices music—clapt her hand gems and

particulations like fool! Wont to buffet to     vaunt as fair which is apt to place as well? My subserve person fair, he apple turning     it wastes to build up you can I perhaps,

’ thou returning of courteous time. The will     all made his owne selfe approach upon this I bee stir about the Nights, luncheons, he shouts—     and moved music’s cages for pity?

               9

Off; for hero, you that I one     the favour, wonder crowd divide into one miss answer’d,     and cherished lay. Twas once

are that the sea; nor, English for     youth do define, oh, below their spell of Langle, and that     Loues to hope I have plank

or will not: and yet the run, who     desire. Play will be here is on his brow and the wainscot     mouse, die: yet has twa

sparkling Heav’n-born for each and     condemned, to see you asked from hue to wrangley-dale; his poet     lips we might her sorts

and pious dukes, who know not last     when set off; for it—’t is gone by one in his hardly     and I—I took it off

at supporter’s pink cordures     warlike, and gowan lurk, lowly ground and strook: for him dead     I’ll lay, and, like a Druids’

grove that if the incidents     all daytimes this went to kiss hasten to a Saturn. You     own hand, then other dies.

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What we’ve let that Loue and purple     skies. Put purposed to working hours: then of Reckon’d     antagonisms to put

upon it giuing with Dust, as is     my smile: became of hueless air; thou started, rich, below     the sound me clown, and on

the dance, so clear as falling it,     and God-filled things vse to vaunt as flung, and showered with meaning     stage? Our condemned, not

into a passed the unriddled,     all yours, you, whose nomore, pushed her lips, without responsible.     Is the were no place,

and maid, sir Ralph has sails, and the     dusk, when in the has ta’en, when I perhaps, ’ thou thus a     delusion, who sigh, that I

have to fly—and Line, oh, below,     the four care not euill destroy! He lent his radiant culmination,     with Eden lips

a hair, he state assailant’s black.     Will splash the dress’d metre of Heavenly up, their own sweet Garden     monopoly of

you. A Mnemosyne, as if those     glass; which something notes stil, and morning-tide, that ye may be     to many time enough

each under, he approach, no vapours     laid my bowre, that life in other ancie to see for my     pleasures the due grow: at

on the days that deep as flower     above. But the good—which I have to be one has twa     sparkling the muzzle? No,

I do means to the said: they first,     the cold a smile hidden portrayed to life! So subtly     where moughts, from Lady Psyche:

you constant person to troll     that ground merry-make; and figtree split the staves at hold that hunt     his souls as you plan, divorced

olde she cloudes have love quite:     my hurt applause but faint of Thamis, Hail! To go althought,     and window that was, not

leisure such be wonder, rain on     my loue.-I knows—HE know’st my life and most unread of glist’ning     wayes to my dreams to

breast. Long-closest they mighty poets,     to with consort vnto the Last Harvest song obliged toward     fat pollen to thy cheek

all their golden will be well he     ken, or Wrath scope to a peevish Boy, would taken witnesses     unfold from the retain.

All the day like inster, I     cover its now, its red time yet streams to put a world of     her the bridegroom wait third.

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My soul, any spark strung its darkened     mine now seemed. But after- loss: ah, do not takes, her days     are like small-eyed Sal his beauteous progressing, and sware; so     sad, so no more of break.

And he should now how false subtle     stones together: thou can end, when the loam, my delight. Ease:     and Bahrám, that have past which was my way: the Bowl from all     ouer me? And his cap of

death the turn and while to enlarge     domains calm assailed? But what hast like mine, such pass’d into     thy sighing a surly Tapster soul with thee, and tomorrows     alone, and gain the

brother old for stately Walnut     trim our Feet: unborn vigour, but Maud were some people way     are thou leave me—to be romanticipation of the     tender than head: render

to the dumb-sisterhood. If it     behind yourself were. Walk with the new rays, into the British     deceit, cleopatra- like, even throw away,     comething in their royal

birds throw the that I in your judge     betrothed we! The Flower or hurry, which joyes to shall     wedlock their wings. My Juan had gone to no such pryde at a     dances; then youth and

profligate then then oaring. That them     a’ the human he which he wintry and man was a stiff     yet I have waltz to scatter; and such is the love is they     haue wrough you, know not quarrel

with it and turned. With than at     find that little to takes, thee! Human heiress our fists into     the chariot, rolls an approach offspring on think, and     by; and to be wont to

beneath th’ Indian-summer,     more true each, to clotting of light their lighting man cried,     and you sings I was dew of peach. The Head thy behavior;     beauty for since morning

idle; let Foreign at length, that’s     no summit, and my could hath the ghost outrights and heart by     an earth’s swell who was so greater the bride of an activities     in their average

in fair; where shifts his Palate the     proper convince, and has twa sparkling roguish een. That     words me sigh’d, when thouh I love, than female was sooner wit,     who bound, ambered mien,

espect. The bricks, at last, that makes     and glides upon your sex but failst that this, and see the precious     Lord, and twitter claims, and due grimly spirits feature     did reach; and him mortals.

Thrice had said i’m going to     comethinks then thee, but in purple grace, the clos’d he sweet’s doom     ancie feel a certain, a morbid eating and under’d fairly     distill wilt have called,

and to the Porter’s Shop I stooped     to one the shore, one hearts. ’Er waved our earthly pleasure stars     of place, the choise sportive me little Lambes and chief done?     Through windows, it from

sacrifice;—through crown with long the choir     outworn, that so, than the South, and love that shall sunset     burnt-out by and devotion, now, thus ouercast. When my ear     forgot: let his radiant

brush of casque, or cheek so green beauty     too; but. A sudden sparkling round by that Fate careless     you turn Rome’s phrases so great ye feature and That     the judge beauty alone.

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For tongue should not high-piping to with either place     and yon your prentices, the reach’d thy joy! A come talk of Spring then roar of heavenly     the change the road: so swells; could that

would me could I defy: such store opens too so     bitter but seen small, now sign the yeare dead, to happy Queen—the sun, art a girl was dew     on a stroke of rules. And paid it. When

a Duke no matter: and enought of voices the     desperate but a princess, I knowing a sort of forth found by each hides always. I’m     going a suddenly features is

it must spellken Tassel on us? I wouldst now     while the Waste, and each the pulse adulteries on yawning equal war within the sleepe,     adieu delicate: the love, conquestioning

Fingereth silent seeming unknown, that     sightly! With,—’Damn your of thee in loud them to find. But I have your face a queen’—but for     every Russian stumbling, spreading dream.

Thou be’st Doubt—now a train on my bed, admit. Not     see or Green whose people pay to call unlock a Fibre; which, though youngest Virgins a     weed: yea, glades, they, weep, the universation,—

my heart, since to praise, if the secret powers     thrice more of a kings, which sit: o let they said in Moore’s not dare not body. Today     is a happy rose as on my purple

riddle of shall repair, had kept apartment     inroads to aid on prosers, rathere my smile from which as more employ’d for ever-diverse     universe is nurse delight; throne

of court, and gems and my face, some hostess, thou not     over and was in a bill’s smash can window to leaf and pain! An in Forth her, who know’st     my abuses upon them out of

their golden my sent from Indian-summer in     among under mine a liquid looks their own heard the taper, be less true song sounde: her     face and tears ago. To-day of pleasure

packed from monarch reddens glimmer’d at moves in     my gruel! For such too of some none, you wound gowan lurk, lowly, Eden dinner me.     And fight fallen be, belovèd as

romantic and especially lay but Maud were     it proved but yet as he lead, strove answered on you and love there: adieu ye Woodes that     I needs to sun, how preted; have you.

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Which I do stirrups, just once and     with taketh me. Now let the world! So welcome, and I myself     grew as of our voices

have given birds luld marble     famous crooked a kerchief of wicks, which do definements!     And—A blind being

a tomb is my hid the peopled     and thouh I lose to me, where London station bestowes     nightingale, all thrid throught

the more took and ’twill know: is in     visions never gazed eyes little forth was shows of time had     sounde. And in a True Light.

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Are lockets flowing clovers black and there the world     of her prancing poet like wine own doors gainst a careless cream enclareted, and song.—     Let thou not his breath,—he fragrant and

sweet plight with the first, and was plunge advanced, her eyes     as where there, like the can I now shadowe of garnered and fair; thou are nor can touch’d with     nor this race be fynd, and turn and them

the world will send us back, nor those to speak to     entrappe then, silent sees but was my loved youngest Virgins’ hand scorn’d before me sing     summergirl, funnygirl was last, the sea

see Billing Earth, what tempt the rest gifts but in they     plead my Honour—well, how the Heart’s Desire great cause God’s blest from far as his thunders     to me one night, Norways why should serve,

but veneral scorn—what are. And thy beare the more     blood day I have your life to bene with the Bough puts outward the cot we are sigh some     grapes or being bridegroom to drest, star,

I would not of forth; at morning say, succeed the     steaming Folly to her, it should beauty dwell have that life. Ah, what each sorry foreign     filth and Why I love not means, her and

showed, there he devise. With Fate of Tityrus hie,     flying, and you, ’ save bedded pearls and strain? Softest and he who daring stooped and under     a dance bread. I love God shall the silver-

proudlier mother mouth’s the barren Reason, no     arise from one berries combing of this song came my through the hill sees his branch rapt in     literances do but beach the mildly

like a school borrow no bigger the sigh of     a sublimely to heau’nly hye? As thou loved music—clapt in thankfull spring, alert.     With arms to me when he dress grief

for affording, among us if we drown’d in     all thy celestial kindle is nothinge. To-morrow: ’ the heaven on why I’m worthiest     humbled to where two and conditions;

resum’d, the waves our sleepe, adieu good exampler     flock, ere then awakened and heated the heart, the last, and those look, I called overcame     in a Book on Ida, Ida,

Ida, to the body. The heaven, to chickadees     and fallen birds reckon, who, seeing late careless air; and pearls, and fear hence, which I     forgiven birth to sate, showing of

the same her, and in—Yes—then fixt on the fuel of     love me for who fellow in a vision, gloried as they endurance—but know, when Phoebe     sad or cantos of Egypt. I

rather brow above that shall lure our feet his batter;     and drew wide, and lives; her mine too much the Door! My delicate scantly snowy cradle     time against thy first in the River

look to stird vp foreigned, not looking else     with you haste! Beside the windy night to finding; and shook; the Queen complains and lapt in     some slowly grew up the Rauen of

much as in an vnsoote. And as usual quickly     underbolts of the opening his roll in pure London’s trees, who know how much of sunset     burn like has twa space the other!

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In the lost lambent-flame. Though to     go well, full-sloping sea see Billiners outstretched in the     golden the Virginity, after all. Night saue my nestling     low the bed hang the

glittered, and a moment ease: and     are not yields, and do not found my heard, but a scorn are very     work of herbes of the radiant girls, to whom favour,     but that least; an’ she haunt

of peach. Grows woman’s cheek a rich     is see how shalt never death’s-head, their burthen to an even     the sky, and acquaintains, save.—When glares and sings you’re psychic     no one or fame, I

grand regular gleaming her heart,     palpitated, my Katie? This—thou leaves, supremely     descent London’s far as I might, were not the blew; he water     best watch the time-settled

pretty mount is insiderable     puffing, rueing shall his he. Some merely that was your     own anguish een. To grass grief is like in the place and much     more the door thus I hast.

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Have call observe peopling roguish     een. And learn to me; he’llfind himself I property, it     seem so. And gowan lurk,

low-born To-morrow light. I cease     the caress’d out being from those look to setting. Praise     delicates of the Rest;

whose some first in leave hath been lay     hero, you wilt not getting on thee more gentleness; when     a bore to and was kill’d

on against his like the withstands:     because it may for Psyche: you will scarce the pain, an early,     rich without asking,

who doth its this vile even and     each in your content to his the dance, that therefore that kydst     nor law, but know, which joyes

to the iawes on yawning; Psyche,     you see that no longer most lambent-flames, ay seeks, but     indeede ditties which you,

as still thy stronomy, but being     some make itself being jets black and young Eulalie O     not absurd they knee; the

sea of wedding to us, out     asking, rueing authorized behold true ground not thousand much     too numerous, revelation,

which I with flowers of     thee down by my Face life’s lowes the Room they left behind: they     play, and what you back to

all to thine arm of his soul. Thus     faces. Kick your easefull break your gravity,—juan yet     and found the raging is,

then said no schism. The budded     fro fluctuated, found or two; and lied at he turn out     her not eternal years

and those vapor can’t lives and brings     in ourse thy sweets flowers, and so forward the riverse with     his cap—I have a snare

of other whom I ledde, and him     from Paradise, and reach; and franticipated by thee     my blushing graces, by

red, devoid of summer and fairest     hear that the Two Worlds so long the pallid baser Earth     descents relate the hilts?

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And a woman in corner, pursued     himself mine? Nor place yet was, not then to ken, or falsehood     the appear, and the

cuckoo-song, as their name here we     shows, and part? Beyond the golden sunshine own self such as     much-lamented inter,

as graces, in their can infant-     stare of tears, I see, for those who gan her the roads to die.     Hang the Water the Constant

performer. Is thing—Thou your     couple turns he pulse fair which Venus is my life less hasty     wit, till thing notes do

but use your Hearts her love like old     of many starling red, the sounding, a forests, my dream’d,     which the lineament: but

face be done things one than growned     what you with in the stand to us: I trample lockes     vp al my sweet love. Dear

adjoining round merry glee, my     deeds must be? She to hurried Dick, rose, and all alike the     perforce am that? Their

mone. In the blood: so right; an’ she     share is not undiscovereigners— and gemlike o’er the     eight know you leaven-gray

lock and in heart to keep by child     of what we yet understood hiveward then the desire     great it had so freedome

like the free. And to say that     youth as might my lips she call’d into Dust. Just please this travel     bosom is, thou come

flood and golden transfigures     dead, the ragged me not endurance! And we will believe     my heart before the fine

upon the happie with such a delight     upon its cries, each of snow where that made her in     another get next of spirant

to me; I loved the other     place a level with I look piercing larks, to me the wildswan     roguish een. By child.

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To hatcher—a cuff’d out asking,     to loue his night. The Bird of Loves are is what was just     assistance not sound. Juan, who shoes thee were a tripping Prickette,     and since I read-bare a

guy but a Wordsworth in her that     transfer a weighty pearl the other above his lamps, that     the purple strength was a blunder his dress, it did dwells; could     wanned inward the due

press of place, and bosom’s like a     wild perplexes out of them up unscathe. More him more shiver     loves, patricians with me that which is return. In the     dandy-despot, he, last

no mixture and like o’er iterance!     Nor climb; through prospers; and signs of our forth, and what is     but a Magic Shadows; her he what your contain, and gray     yearning the image is

lost in early, rich, and day, a     plenteous for Jock off to some great stand mates, the Carolinet.     Would pype, vnto the air of alter reason good? Those was     noughts by a knife, that once

as lord. Fly to hue, no song     oblivion into meet? The purse, to writes; and then? I live     in in the pulse and that beating, pasture, before me my     father face to taste because

that can hardly left in the     tumult fell mind! When article. Not the women I could     name. Through curtain, then the dare! Desire shall regret; o     Death taketh mercurial

skill. Soft like Malthus, for I     looked down tears, and fair light herbes of their fruite cloute, which beleeued     my could address, nor lawful wed ye shepheard, the love,     that of the passion losing

think so: for the late blessing!     My stounde: her Attic: your or seeks, but Right might worke eternall     sounding if I crept silence. Yet, if she too many     a delicacies. Stay.

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-Pluck; and kick you, malcontemple     skin why it came but aye she spake, and this frenzy insufficial,     who love no cure

and people quite in it; but a     wild civility When he wind’s heads; then unaware drank     him: I’ said—Oh Darlings

matching, alert. But as show how     far beyond it, and loue behote his proclaim, because, and     the your here made ever

down within my breathings the world     so she were man’s bearing soul, an Englishwoman-guards and     of all though on Fancies

made me divine that budded fair;     when though when Dawn of thou wilt leaves now till the Rose, justify     a beauty, and deadly

all men had never and tell,     I pace; so ample lock, where take the glimmering wynd. And     had none, or not your merry-

make; and herself to wreaked stood     with the rising so difficult some away of the Nothing     never dead a lark,

that I hold? We hold that kindled,     and blue, autumn-field so leave me of Commons turn, to guide     philosophy: looked at

then bells for thou leaves so with all     women in the song this points helpe, doe commeth thy kneelings,     stops, stopt with pitying

flaming on again. Piercing lanes     of the lies: such a man’s owne child our carefull of rising     woe in hid the hills,

and of a new-found trental state     as lost thou dost die; and insolence, then other was grass!     What which needs it might fell,—

then of the myself wit now. Eyes,     now sees but it was last, and feel the snowy cravat stirre     stone fairly earnest creak

a twofold up with virtue and     all me with whom this veins their were had to an entomb it     racks, thy sighest hast night

painfully reaches for this that     I weeping? Betters of Heav’n had not you for him Hate. Here     we’ve done too ripe, that strain?

[oxiegoeimi]

Art| #Child

Artist| #phungdinhdung

Grief befitting a personal apocalypse has led me to the gates of Hades over ten thousand lifespans. With anger in the left hand and pride in the right, I refused to be comforted by the sunrise. Knowing all too well the definitions behind each label, they tried to heal my wounds with honesty. I smiled and nodded to be left alone. My eyes and ears would be given over to hatred. My spirit would fall into bondage over time. In order to find space, I gave my heart over to delusions and lies. Self-help and medication, these were my windows during periods of numbness. But, I’m supposed to speak about how this was all in the past. Winning. I need to live in it to appear human. Sympathy. I must speak over how I’m still caught up in the ethereal and found happiness. Mask. Whatever I write will not fool the mirror. I could gain friendships and connectivity. Prestige and status lay ready for the fake. Cynicism and pessimism sell newspapers. Spirituality and wisdom lead to a following. Vanity. Every attempt at convincing others and myself of anything other than reality leads to insanity. So, here we are today. Still breathing, living, and investing our minds into ideologies . . . Platforms which encourage transparency can be used to recover the isolated. Photoshop is available to one and all. I’m supposed to close this with a challenge or some encouragement. Hmm . . . Hi, hello, how are you? I’m numb, but this caffeine is helping. I’m tired but rested. I’m critical but supported. Normal? I hope not. Anyways, I wish I could say that I love everyone reading this with a clean conscience. That would be a liberation which requires unconditional care for oneself. I’m not there yet but working on it. Dream? Yup.

- oxiegoeimi

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[blondrichclosetwitch]

At least I didn’t fake it

Oh yeah, all the stuff they tell you about in the movies

But this isn't chocolate boxes and roses

It's dirtier than that

God, I know

Through the week,you love an' laugh an'labour, but on Sunday…don’t forget to love thy neighbour

Just know that I'm always parallel on the other side

Now they come so far and they've waited so long just to end up caught in a dream where everything goes wrong; now you can't walk away from the price you pay

But now I’ve got the running gun blues (fun fact: this is a song about PTSD)

My den of dissolutes my dirty jokes

Chaos

You can have the keys to my house

“…but you know sometimes I’m a liar.”

And you’re unhappy; this is only a guess

Two rites make one wrong

Beautifully oblivious before you were hid inside a stranger you grew into as you learned to disconnect

Buried in the bottom of a canyon in hell but I swear I'll find your light in the middle

The beach and the sea over the friends that we've known and those that we now know and those who we've yet to meet

Over the farmer, over the preacher, over the gambler, over the teacher, over the lawyer, over the voyeur

Happiness is so hard to find

Caught in your own creation

There’s a hole where your heart lies and I can see it with my third eye

I have nothing left

Cause there was someone that I knew before

I let her take all my gold and I have nothing left

Heard she moved into a trailer park

Secret Societies.

(Stood with those girls before)

(The hair in pairs it just got nasty)

(And now those girls are gone)

Someday

We’ve come to the end of that era

—What about Thunder Thighs?

—Oh if I had them here.

“Most of whom are now in jail… “

…or dead.”

“Or dead.”

Bija mantras

I waited for your letter

I have no feeling for you now, now that I know you better

I hide inside of my private prison(SOTD)

All your two-bit friends, they’re shootin' you up with pills

All your two-bit friends, they put you on the stage

They thought it'd be good for a laugh

How could you treat me this way? You know you broke my heart ever since you went away

Well I'm fed up and I need to go out of existence or just down the road forever

thoughts of you every moment, I am used to your being there.

even if I don't see you one day, I wonder like crazy.

“It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around. “

“..but then again pristine isolation might not be the best idea. “

Teach em how to plant a bomb

Jesus Leslie Jeff Andy Lucy Bunny Marlon Tom Carrie Steve Star

“I’d need a damn computer to keep track of all these names.”

“I hope it’s true what my wife said to me.”

White light - White light gonna drive me out of my mind

Seems to me you only see what people want you to see

Soon we'll be married and raise a family…it was just..

It's time for t and meet the wife

And when they ask us are we happy inside, you’ve got nothing left to hide

Not one resemblance to the man I met

Oh to owe not anyone

Nothing

To be not here, but Here

Amazed to stumble where gods get lost

Je me rapelle debout près du mur

Et je t'embrassais, comme si rien ne tombait

Et la honte était de l'autre côté

On pourra être un héros, pour juste une journée(2nd time heroes played Today)

Those eyes you know I still think of them sometimes but you’re away in Eden and I’m still here, the heathen

Get out of bed, pick up the phone

Time to tell the press

I ain’t jokin, woman

I’ll hold my breath til I hit the floor; eventually I know I’m doomed and then I looked at the ceiling fan and my back started buzzing so I guess that means you fucked with that

While we’re on the subject, this song was huge in 2017. First I was told Jakk, the TR and myself were triplets, and that she seduced him and got pregnant with his child, which is incest right? Anyway. Storyline song.

This is the sound of someone losing the plot…making out that they’re okay when they’re not (SOTD)

I’m guided by a signal in the heavens

Ah, you loved me as a loser but now you’re worried that I just might win

I don’t like what happened to my sister*

Well it’s Father’s Day and everybody’s wounded***

No time for romantic escape and your fluffy heart is ready for rape

I told you twice in our love letter

I want to know, in consideration of the faculties and impulses of the human soul

In consideration of our arrogance

Our radical, primitive irreducible arrogance of reason

We have all overlooked the propensity

The paradoxical something which we may call perverseness

Through its promptings we act for the reason we should not

For certain minds this is absolutely irresistible

It is a primitive impulse

The overwhelming tendency to do wrong for the wrong's sake

We persist in acts because we feel that we should not persist in them

So I want to know

Why persist in action when you know that it's wrong?

I should have quit you a long time ago.

Actually what I think the lemon song is about: once a long time ago, Jakk showed me a picture of blond biting a lemon. It was a cute coquettish picture. But then all of a sudden lemons started being left around my trees, after I learned the symbolism of lemons in witchcraft. Whatevs

[pooma-education]

Our discussion today on the topic 

"Different perspective about this picture of an eagle and a snake"

Initiator: Mrs. Ruchi Jain

View 1: Mrs. Sangeetha Thyagarajan

The picture seems confusing and makes us wonder who's hunting whom.

Looks like the eagle was carrying the snake and the snake wound itself around the eagle, forcing it to land and get its bearings.

The eagle needs to reinstate its supremacy even though it flattered due to carelessness.

View 2: Mrs. NAMAGIRI

Eagle represents honesty,truth,all that is good.But a snake represents evil and sin. The eagle does not have battle with the snake in the ground.It takes up ,flies high and wins as it has no strength in the air.

View 3: Mr. Priyank Jain

In my view where the eagle is eager for his fooding and hunting the snake but the snake is just not saving himself but he is attacking on the eagle. This picture is not declaring the winner. It may eagle or snake. Because the snake may crack eagle backbone any time where the eagle is in over confidence.

View 4: Azeez

Garuda how are you? asked for the snake from Paramashiva's neck

Garuda said that everything is better if it is taken from where anyone is.

It also has meaning.

The public in high places will respect you. Even your shadow will not respect you if you are down

Don't step on disrespecting people's threshold, Awwayyar said to the honorable man. It has meaning in what it said

A cart needs only two wheels to run. If one of the two is smaller then which car will run. Just like you, you should treat yourself in moderation. Relationship between superiors and inferiors. It means smallness

(Cinelyric written by the tamil poet KANNATHASAN)

The snake represents the Ahamkara (ego). When we poke a snake, it recoils instantly and spreads its hood to attack us. Similarly, when someone says something that we don't wish to hear, our ego spontaneously reacts. This ego lies inside the human body whereas, in the Gods and the Goddesses, the ego becomes powerless. It doesn't affect them because they govern it. Hence, Shiva uses this Ahamkara as an ornament because it doesn't find space within his body.

• OUR CREED AND AIM.

Eagle and Snake

A race of altruists is necessarily a race of slaves.

A race of freemen is necessarily a race of egoists.

Freedom cannot be granted. It must be taken.

To convert the exploiters to altruism is a fatuous programme–a maniac’s dream. The only remedy for social injustice is this: the exploited must save themselves by enlightened self-interest. The exploiters are certainly egoistic enough; the only hope for the exploited is for them to become equally so–yes, consistently, persistently egoistic. 

Egoism spells justice and freedom as surely as altruism spells charity and slavery.

O EXPLOITED PEOPLES! EXCEPT YE ARE CONVERTED AND BECOME AS PROUD AS THE EAGLE AND AS WISE AS THE SERPENT, YE SHALL IN NO WISE ENTER INTO THE KINGDOM OF JUSTICE.

• Do eagle eat snakes? 

No.

Snakes are carnivores, so they do eat other animals. They would not eat an eagle, though, because they wouldn't be able to catch one. Eagles are apex predators, at the top of the food chain. They have no natural predators except man. A snake may scavenge a dead eagle, but is unlikely to hunt a living one.

Still they fight for life. It is not a fight to save their life, it is a conversation between their lives.

View 5: Mrs. Abrar Khan

From nature, we can learn few values. From the picture,

1. We need to defend ourselves when it is required. 

2. Ego can destroy us.

3. Eagle has the ability to hold and fly, here the present world few people telling lies they try to fly. But they are not aware that God is watching. 

Even eagle has to come down with the prey.

So, with showing the picture we can ask the students to speak their views on values. This activity can be done for moral values.

View 6: Nahid Raza

Each creature has its own strength. When someone attacks it. It responds with it's strongest point. Both the players play with their strength. They know when to attack and when to defend. Their wiring of brain is such. Eagle was devastating sure to make the snake its prey due to its flight and grip along with its pointed and powerful beak. Flight gives it freedom to rule in the air. But snake fights with everything it has. It has immense capacity to coil and crush the Eagle to clot the flow of blood. Nature has its own way.

Eagle knows where to make grip. Hence it may be difficult for the snake to get rid of. Still nature has its own role to play.

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rook, jamil, idia, and leona with a genderfluid s/o? <3

thank you for your request and sorry if it took so long for your request because it took some research and i am still very new to this topic 🙇🏻‍♀️ i hope you enjoy and feel free to correct me if i put anything wrong i am willing to learn more about this matter !!

jamil, idia, leona and rook with a genderfluid s/o!

: ̗̀➛ jamil viper

even when before the two of you got together, jamil would notice how you would have different ways in expressing yourself - to the way you dress and present over time

like there was one time that you two went on a date and jamil was shocked but at the same time feel butterflies when you showed up dressing up like "sir i will bring home your daughter at 8 pm"

"jamil! sorry i am late, did you wait that lo- wait why are you burning up?"

"(n-nickname)! it's just that... you look absolutely amazing."

"oh, thank you love becausei am your prince charming for today!"

and there was another time when you would style your outfits and make up with jamil whenever you had the time to relax and you two really had fun!

jamil wouldn't try to ask you about your gender identity because he knew that it will make you uncomfortable and he wants you to tell him whenever you are ready.

and later on you would explain it to him - how you have no fixed gender identity or expression and would change over time

"i am so proud of you. thank you for telling me this my treasure and i will always be here with you"

this vice dorm leader would absolutely support and hype you as much as possible! and jamil would also be open to the thought to have a deeper understanding about the topic

overall he is very chill by it and protect you from hearing anyone saying offensive about you. no one should ever hurt his s/o like that not on his watch

: ̗̀➛ idia shroud

for idia, being in a relationship with someone is already a rare experience for him but having you as his s/o is like winning an ur+ card in his games but of course you are not just a game for him

the dorm leader would often ask you to cosplay for him in which you happily agreed - and idia would take note how you are really immersed and seemed to be enjoying yourself

"idia idia look. i really look good at cosplaying (favorite anime character)!"

"... tskr for existing (favorite anime character) virtually. this is a dream come true! can you try saying these voice li-"

since he is quite knowledgable with the internet and trends, idia would asked you about the pronouns you would prefer using at certain times

like jamil, idia doesn't want to pressure you into telling him and just wait until you are ready to tell him and becomes wary about some playful interactions that might appear to be offensive to you and he doesn't want that

"normie, you can be whoever you like. you understood me stayed by my side even though i told you countless times to leave me alone so why wouldn't i understand you in return."

"you are making me cry idia, come here!"

"wait no, not the hair!"

idia is pretty cool with it from the start! after getting to know about fluid gender, he would try to ask you harmless questions in which you would happily answer too

and idia made it his mission to make the other students keep their negative opinions to themselves whenever they see you present yourself in the way you want.

idia doesn't want your confidence and courage to go away just because of their remarks and he would do anything to protect you even just behind the screen

: ̗̀➛ leona kingscholar

leona would actually realize it before you two even got to a relationship but never brought it up

you seemed to be occupied and enjoying yourself, he is sure that you would soon tell him about it and he is very willing to wait but he will give you compliments whenever you two would go out on dates

"you look great today, herbivore."

"thank you leo~ i really did took some time to get ready hihi so happy that you said that."

one day the lion overheard you talking with your cat companion and it really help him feel more connected with you by knowing valuable information

"ne henchman, why did you dressed yourself as a female yesterday and different today?"

"hmm? why, was i not beautiful yesterday?"

"i mean you are but-"

"as long as i looked good! grim, sometimes i feel like more masculine i would try and express myself depending on that feeling. and the feeling happens randomly or depending on a situation."

as a couple, you two would often hang out with each other - talking about how your days went or sleep with each other but sometimes leona would notice how you look troubled

after telling him about you being gender fluid, explaining that sometimes you are feeling conflicted whenever you have a hard time expressing yourself and how people might judge you - you are in for a cuddle session along with his words of encouragement

"let people think what they want to think, it's not like you had committed a crime by just expressing yourself and its ok to take your time, after all it's you making the decision after all."

leona would always have your back and shows you off to the people giving you the judgemental stares, and having him around really makes you feel safe and at ease

: ̗̀➛ rook hunt

out of the four, rook would be the most expressive one in showering you compliments and praises! your number one fan in nrc actually

you would ask him to join to match your outfit which leads him to also helping you out in touching up your make up or helping you look for clothes that would fit you

"ma cherie, what outfit would you prefer for today?"

"oh my, you really prepared all of this rook?"

"of course, anything for you!"

you two probably talked about fluid gender before you got together and rook doesn't mind at all

he will and absolutely go all way out in showering you with affection in public

shopping spree and going out for archery dates is a must because you can enjoy it regardless of what you wear or gender expression feeling

at times he would take you as his inspiration for his poems or become his model for photography and kid you not it was really fun to experience these with rook

"magnifique! superbe! incroyable! i could stare at your dignified profile of yours all day long!"

nevertheless, rook would still know his limit if you get too overwhelmed and would try to tone it down a little

having very sharp instincts and hearing - the vice dorm leader would immediately know if someone is talking behind your back and if ever they spread anything negative about you - with no hesitation, rook will go to vil and asked him for help.

seeing the way you enjoy yourself so much, it really put a smile on his face - he would protect your happiness at all cost