#i choose to believe that this is possible

[littlemissshifter]

There is no 'imagination'.

Someone needs to tell you this but everyone is too busy struggling between the two so I'll do it. Reality is the only thing that exists. It just exists differently in different planes.

In the 4D we call it Imagination but honestly it's not really something we're 'imagining', it's reality somewhere out there. IT IS reality in your head as well even if you don't believe it.

When you 'imagine' something you're not making it up. Creation is already finished. You're choosing a particular reality. A particular thought. A particular outcome. Because everything has already happened. Think of your mind as a dress up game. There are cloth options (thoughts/realities) in different clothing sections (related to the thing you want). You are combining clothes from those sections to get your desired outfit (desire/outcome).

Imagination is what reality is called in the 4D plane. Imagination is a different name for reality. They are the same thing with different names. This is why we can also say that reality is just an imagination or 'everything is in the mind'. Everything was one all along.

This is very different than saying reality mirrors/reflects imagination. Yes imagination exists sure blah blah blah but it's just a different name for reality. It's something that you haven't physically experienced yet. It's not actually in your head in a way that it's not real. Everything in your head is a very real reality in the multiverse. A very real outcome. Just not yours right now in the present (unless you choose it).

I don't think you get it. Let me explain again. Imagination does not exist in a way you think. Your every single thought, the images in your head, your 'fake' scenarios, your 'fake' arguments, literally anything you can think of or feel inside your head is real. Maybe not here maybe not right now. But it is real in a reality 'out there' which is basically just inside your mind, because the mind is the multiverse.

You are choosing the scenario, the thought, the image from infinite realities out there (in the mind) with infinite possibilities. Like you choose a scenario to happen in your dr except here it has already happened. Everything has already happened. That is you connecting yourself to different realities in the multiverse. The mind is connected to every reality that is existing because it exists inside the mind. That's why it's said that you are the universe. Because YOU ARE. Continuosly shifting, changing, choosing from the mind. You are existence.

Before anyone says something dumb like imagination/4D plane is the true reality I'll explain that every plane is a true reality abiding by their own unique set of rules. There is no true reality to you in your perspective except what YOU decide to BE. You exist in every plane. Your existence in every plane abides by it's rules. Unless you decide to change the rules of your existence.

You can be a 1D object. A line.

You can be a 2D object. A map (if you wanna add spice to it then a talking map.)

You can be a 3D object. A ball. (You already are a 3D being.)

You can be a 4D object. A hypercube.

And so much more. Everything is energy. You're probably a rock in a different reality/universe. Maybe a line in a world of paper. Or a talking ball. Or just a ray of light. Come on don't loose focus now. You're the entire universe what else did you expect?

We strayed a little from the topic here but like I was saying the mind is like a place where every single reality has a tea party. What you don't experience physically doesn't mean it didn't happen. In the mind reality is faster. Because everything is happening right now. The physical plane has a slow moving energy so we can 'experience' our life. Like I said everything happens a little different in different planes.

Everything is a reality (or different universes). It's like reality (you) in a reality (physical plane) which you can mould to your will because you are the reason why it (reality) exists. You are existence itself. Pure awareness experiencing the experience that already exists in you. Your mind. The void.

There is no innerman or outerman you're literally both. One's literally a different name for the other and vice versa. Stop looking for the middle ground when you are the middle ground. You are reason they even exist. Why? because only you exist. Everything that exists is the same thing which came from you with different forms, different names, different energetic pattern, different rules for each of them. That's why everything is connected.

Different realities are creating a reality you're currently living. Your own reality is a mix of many combined together moment after moment so you can experience things in the physical plane.

The reason imagination was even popularised as something that creates reality is because people thought that to experience something we have to 'imagine' it first. But they're wrong. They were doing the right things but intercepting it wrong. We don't imagine anything. We live it the moment we even think about it. Everyone is understanding it now. Imagination is not reality. Nothing was ever imagination in the first place. Everything inside your head was always real.

Reality is fluid. Human beings are fluid. They are both free flowing energies. We pass through different realities the same way different realities pass through us at every moment. Remember folks, shifting is your nature.

Everything is and will always be a reality existing in the multiverse.

Let me decode some popular quotes for you to understand.

- The universe is mental.

Meaning: Everything exists is in the mind because every reality exists where it was created by pure awareness, hence the mind. Realities are expanded outwards through us, chosen from pure awareness experienced through the heart (the knowing/feelings) which exists in your physical body. Which further exists in the mind because it was also created by pure awareness.

Confusing? Well because pure awareness, the mind, realities and us are the same thing expressed in different ways. Like I said everything is connected.

- As within, so without.

Meaning: This one is quite obvious. What we see on the outside of us is also inside of us. I explained all that in this post and my reality is YOU post already.

There is no imagination. Reality has always been the only truth.

I've been working on this post for 2 days hope y'all understood atleast a little. I'm super tired can't wait to just pass out right now. Ignore any typos please and feel free to ask any questions!

[angelltheninth]

Through the Eyes of an Artist

Pairing: Rafayel x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, orgasm encouragement, being watched, toy use, clit stimulation, giving instructions, masturbation, body cum shot

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A/N: I'm an artist too, I would do the same.

What an honor to be Rafayel's new model. You were all he could paint lately, his only inspiration. You were fine with that, you got to pose for him, wear all kinds of outfits, sometimes no outfits, you got to spend time with him, hours upon hours as he finished his painting. He would let you choose the frame of for the picture too.

Usually there was to be as little movement from you as possible. This time was very different. Having items with you was also something that happened often. On you, not in you, not riding something.

And what's more he still refused to tell you what his subject was.

"Spread your legs more. I need to see it clearly. I know it might be more difficult to ride but I promise to give you a long, rewarding massage after." Rafayel instructed you from behind the canvas, his eyes were the only visible part of him until you did as he suggested. Your legs spread wider on either side of the smooth, purple dildo, the tip catching your clit every time you rolled down. "That's it. Keep your face forward, don't hide from me."

You bit your lower lip as he looked at you intensely, taking in every part of you. Your parted lips, flushed cheeks, your nipples stiff peaks on your breasts, your hips rolling and clit puffy for him to see.

"You still haven't told me why you... want me to do this. Aren't I supposed to be still?" Although if he were to have you sitting on the dildo for hours it might have been worse.

"Not for this. I want to capture pure lust, pleasure, bliss. And you, your face when you have an orgasm, your body tense with pleasure, there's no better subject." He waxed poetically about this but as much as you wanted to believe him part of you thought this was just an excuse to watch you fuck yourself. A clever excuse, you'll give him that much.

You felt so exposed to him. It wasn't the nudity, you've had sex before, a lot when one of his paintings would win an award, but you never did things like this in front of him. It made you vulnerable.

"Hands at your sides. Or your breasts. I need to see." He instructed again and hummed as your hands grabbed your breasts, teasing your nipples with your thumbs. "Good girl. Keep going until you finish."

It wasn't only that you finished once, but four times by the time he set the pen down.

He was quiet the whole time, focused on his craft, but you knew your moans and your whimpers had an effect on him. From how he was sitting his bulge was very visible to you.

"It's still missing something." Rafayel sighed and leaned forward, cock stirring in his pants. He looked down at it, then to you, whose body was shaking from your last orgasm, a puddle beneath you, your leg and thigh muscles burning and pussy swollen from riding the toy. "Of course. The personal touch."

You heard him shifting behind the canvas, the distinct and familiar sounds of his belt and zipper. He walked over to you, his cock fisted in his hand and stopped just out of your reach. "You want my mouth?" Your pussy clenched around the toy again and you hissed, so sensitive around it.

"No. Keep doing what you're doing. You're almost done." He wasn't referring to the painting, but also to you. Rafayel's eyes roamed your naked body. "I'll paint you." Not with a paintbrush but with his cum. Rafayel moaned your name over and over, rubbing his cock and shooting thick, long ropes of cum across your chest, face and stomach too.

Unable to hold back your tongue dipped down to lick the tip, your lips kissing it once, a loud moan silenced against it as you came for the fifth time.

"Yes! Yes, like that, hold still now!" He didn't bother to put his dick back into his pants he quickly grabbed his brush and got to putting the paint to canvas, capturing you in that one perfect moment of pleasure. No one would see this painting, no one but the two of you.

[genderkoolaid]

saw your post from an hour ago (about lowdosing estrogen) and just wanted to say that i have read it several times, including the attached screenshot, and couldn't find where in the og post you saw anything that would imply that the med industry loves transmascs (unless existence of transmisogyny implies it). the og post was pretty focused on transmisogyny as a main issue (with one mention of tme at the end - which i assume you focused on) and I just wanted to clarify what other possible interpretations could have led you to a comment focused on tme? because other than that I think your comment aligns with og post about transmisogyny and misogyny

i just got a bit confused and wanted to clarify your thoughts, thank you

I was being a bit hyperbolic, but it was this paragraph:

Anon starts by bringing up how trans men are correctly dosed in order to compare that trans women being underdosed, and uses the language of "systemically" and "medical establishment" to emphasize that this is part of a wider system of oppression. Which is true! But the fact that they start by bringing up trans men's supposed better treatment, and end with saying that the medical establishment is invested not just in harming trans women but "making TME believe estrogen is weaker" is what ticked me off. I've seen a lot of people emphasize that trans men aren't just treated better by systems, but insisting that any anti-transmasc bias happens on a solely interpersonal level while transmisogny is systemic, which is why it is supposedly worse and more serious.

Trans men & nonbinary people are ALSO systemically harmed by the medical establishment, which has a vested interest in harming us in many ways. There was simply no reason to bring up trans men or TMEs when talking about the actions of cis doctors in a cissexist industry which also harms trans men & "TMEs," and which we do not benefit from on any meaningful level. There is no reason to do this other than a bias against transmascs and the need to use every instance of transmisogyny as a chance to prove that trans men don't have it as bad. It's especially strange since, again, the notion that estrogen is "weak" is something I have seen specifically trans men talk about a lot. What is being described by that anon is, if anything, grounds for solidarity because we are all affected from medical misogyny around estrogen, albeit sometimes in different or opposing ways. Choosing to frame it as as a "TME vs TMA" issue is unnecessary and divisive in my opinion.

[glowettee]

the secret to taking notes that make you want to study ✧˖°

hey lovelies! mindy heree <3

for this post i'm superrr excited to share a guide on taking notes that make you want to study ✧˖° trust me, i know how overwhelming it can get when it feels like you're stuck in the middle of endless textbooks and dry lecture slides (honestly, we all have those days). so, let's transform your note taking into something delightful, empowering, and totally reflective of your unique self.

✧ finding your vibe first things first, bestie: the key here is to make your notes feel personal and inspiring. rather than sticking to a rigid system, i suggest mixing a little structure with a whole lot of creativity. here are some steps to help you set up your perfect note taking vibe:

choose your medium: even if it’s a cute pastel notebook, sticky notes, or a digital app with fun themes, pick something that sparks joy and invites you to open it up. i personally love notion + remnote + coda

establish sections: break your notes into clear sections. introduction, main points, and summary. this not only boosts organization but also gives you a gratifying sense of progress every time you finish a page.

add your signature touch: doodles, small illustrations, or even a decorative border can make a note feel less like a chore and more like a mini art project. i love using aesthetic symbols for my digital notes <3

✧ creating a study ritual i believe that great notes come from a relaxed and focused mind. try integrating these rituals into your study sessions to set a positive tone, this is really important if you want to make note-taking fun:

begin with a short breathing exercise or a moment of gratitude (think of it as your pre-study pep talk).

play some light instrumental music or your favorite lo-fi beats, or playlist. something to keep your mind in a creative zone without distractions. (i have a great playlist i made that i use for tackling assignments here: 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀, 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀! <3)

grab your favorite beverage (i’m a fan of herbal tea or a cute iced coffee) and make sure you're comfortable. a little self-care goes a long way!

✧ structuring your notes for clarity a well-organized layout makes reviewing notes less daunting and more interactive. and obviously so much more fun, consider using this format for a balanced + demureee approach:

start with a title and date: it grounds your notes and gives you a quick reference.

write a brief summary of the topic: in your own words, capture the essence of what you’re about to learn. just summarize it as best as possible

list key points: use bullet points, numbered lists, or even headers for different subtopics. tip: use cute symbols for bullet points

highlight examples: it can be a quote, a definition, or an application concept, mark these with a star or a cute icon.

close with a reflection: jot down any questions, what you found most interesting, or even a mini action item related to the topic. this is your space for self-talk and reflection.

✧ turning notes into interactive canvases (cause we need it) notes aren’t meant to be static pages floating in an endless binder. make them interactive to truly boost your study sessions:

include thought-provoking questions: ask yourself things like “what would elle woods do?” (lol, we love her <3) or “how does this connect with real life?” to spark critical thinking.

add mini quizzes: at the end of each section, write one or two questions that challenge you to recall key points.

leave room for updates: as you learn more, come back and add extra notes, doodles, or even inspirational stickers (yes, just like in a scrapbook!).

✧ personal tips from mindy because i want you to shine in every note you take, here are my totally secret, fun tips to elevate your note routine:

secret tip #1: color with purpose choose a color palette that not only looks cute but also maps out different themes in your subject. use one color for definitions, another for examples, and maybe a sparkly tone for key takeaways. over time, these colors will trigger your memory (i promise, it really works!).

secret tip #2: integrate affirmations studying can be stressful sometimes, so why not lace your notes with a few tender affirmations? write a quick pep talk (like “i got this, bestie��� or “every detail counts”) in a corner. it might seem small, but these little lines can boost your confidence when you need it most. and it's just so freaking cute <3 affirmations from you to you, is like a love letter to yourself, so just try it

secret tip #3: try mind mapping if you’re more of a visual learner, create mind maps instead of linear notes. start with the main topic in the center and branch out with related ideas and details. this not only makes your notes dynamic but also helps you see connections between concepts (ever notice how some subjects just click with a visual flow?).

secret tip #4: use digital tools creatively if you’re leaning towards digital note taking, like me, experiment with apps that support drawing, voice notes, and even embedded links. add images that resonate with the topic or short videos for a quick concept refresher. making your digital notebook interactive can really keep boredom at bay.

secret tip #5: schedule weekly note reviews set aside a bit of time every week to revisit your notes. treat it as a mini self-study session where you update, add reflections, or even reorganize sections for clarity. this habit not only reinforces your learning but also lets you see your own progress over time, like looking back on how far you’ve come.

✧ action items for the week (it's homework timeee) to wrap things up, here are a few steps to try:

pick one class or topic this week and redo your notes using one or two of these tips (maybe add a mind map or a quick quiz).

experiment with color coding: choose colors that resonate with you and assign them to key points or sections.

schedule a 10-minute review session at the end of the week to refresh and reflect on your notes.

share your progress with a friend or even a study group to celebrate little victories. accountability can boost your motivation!

note: note taking is a creative process that should feel as refreshing and inspiring as a new day. keep experimenting until you find what truly works for you. i hope these tips help you get excited about every page you write on.

xoxo, mindy

I made this amazzinggg playlist (as mentioned earlier in the post) and its specifically made to help you complete homework + assignments. i curated it to make sure its soft music to help you focus <3 love from mindyyy 🩷

don't forget, if you need personal advice, submit it here and i'll answer it as a detailed tumblr blog post <3: https://bit.ly/glowetteehotline

[missysverse]

I believe in shifting but sometimes I lowk get scared to actually do it😭like wdym I can shift WHOLE REALITIES!! I feel like it's sort of hindering my progress idk...

THE INFAMOUS FEAR OF SHIFTING HAS STRIKED ONCE AGAIN...

HI anon! Your feelings are completely valid and it is a normal reaction to feel this fear after discovering shifting. I mean think about it, one day you stumbled across this community of people who talk about shifting to fictional or completely different realities. It sounds absolutely insane and mind-boggling at first, like straight out of a sci-fi film. The average person is going to think 'wow these people have really lost the plot' and will immediately reject the idea of reality shifting, chuckle at it, and then move on with their day (a bunch of wimps really).

But you, dear anon. You chose to believe it. You gave it a chance, and it all happened for a reason. Because shifting is your birthright. You choosing to get involved with this community, with shifting, giving it a true go, immediately makes you 1000x braver than the normal person. Hence, you need to realise that the courage has already been within you, we just need to alleviate this fear so that you feel more comfortable and don't view shifting as a 'scary' thing.

I want to make clear that feeling negative emotions towards shifting cannot 'hinder' your shifting journey. Many people have shifted while feeling scared or sad or whatever. Fear is only an obstacle if you make it one. The moment you stop seeing fear as a wall and start seeing it as nothing more than a passing thought, you’ll realize you were free to shift all along.

If you have a fear of actually getting to your DR and actually experiencing stuff your "DR self" would (btw your DR self is you, I hate using this term but I'm just using it to help you understand), please realise that your "DR self" has experienced the events, is completely used to their life, when you shift it will feel 100% normal. Yes it may take you time at the start to fully adjust, but everything will feel very natural, no matter what you script, because you have lived that life. It will just be a regular day for you.

If being in a completely different reality still sounds a bit terrifying to you, nothing is stopping you from trying to shift to a parallel reality, for instance, a reality where everything is the same but you have a different colour hair. Or go to a waiting room, which will help you mentally prepare before going to your DR.

You have all the time in the world to let this sink in. There’s no rush. Nope, none at all. The moment you’re ready, the moment it truly clicks that this is possible, everything will feel so much easier. I promise. Take it at your own pace, step by step, if that’s what you need. Shifting isn’t running away from you. It is always here.

I hope this helped, feel free to ask more if you are still unsure :)

[mmmilkweed]

Do you believe in a shadow milk redemption arc 🤔

The keyhole/key symbolism of them oh my god I'm going feral.

The way SM could've crumbled PV any second he wished, but didn't, to test him? To torture him?

Even despite the dark truth that SM could not accept and fell to corruption for, PV awakens and chooses a path of light

Pure vanilla becoming the key for SM, making it known that he can in fact, y'know... Not be evil

PV awakened despite the corruption (the origin of cookies, how they are made to be eaten, his whole life being a lie, etc...) due to his immense strength and sheer will to stay with his virtues, HE LITERALLY DID NOT FALTER (I am not normal about them lmao)

Keys symbolise new openings, new beginnings

With PV quite literally becoming a key to let It be known to SM that even under the heavy weight of such cruel truths, it doesn't have to mean becoming evil

What would happen if PV were to truly open am to that new possibility? For SM to truly try to redeem himself? Is he too far gone to go back?

(but anyway I like the idea of awakened PV just... Guiding SM to be kind. I still can imagine him being a bit wild and unpredictable, but PV would aim to guide him to make the right choices.. and maybe give him a "reward" that night if he behaved well?)

hey op! I think we should get married (just don't tell my current wife)

I personally love the idea of the beasts getting redeemed! Mostly bc i feel like them getting resealed is dumb and lazy. And I cannot live without Shadow Milk cookie. but on the same coin - Idk if i want that! I love Smilks personality as is currently, and having him become kinder feels like it'll strip it all away (but its soooooooo much better than crumbling him or resealing)

but omg the shenanigans awakened pv guiding smilk would prompt.... reminds me of this fic. My favorite fic. everyone should read it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54490117/chapters/138047134 i need to put both the anon and the author of this fic in my basement

[monstersholygrail]

dray the crisis is hitting again can I get yandere mad scientist and their also mad scientist reader who loves experimenting with them? Thank u!!

Omgeee my first yandere ask, thank you sm!! Hope you like it, it kinda went all over the place (much like the couple lol)

Ever since Yandere!Mad Scientist was a boy the twisted darkness of scientific exploration spoke to the depths of his soul. He carried it with him throughout his childhood and the so-called deranged experiments he would conduct on the neighborhood animals.

When you, the new neighbor’s child, cried over the loss of your cat, Yandere!Mad Scientist felt something shift inside of him for the first time in his few years on this earth. He wondered briefly if this is what his parents meant when referring to emotion. He wanted… more of this strange sensation. He also wanted to use his gifts for someone else for a change. Another first your presence has given him.

He knew you would appreciate the gift that resulted from his experiment, and appreciate him, even when no one else ever has. Something in him told him you would understand. He didn’t believe in fate or destiny, no, he believed in cold hard facts and science. But perhaps in this one exception… it was your soul calling out for him. It had to be. Who was he not to answer?

The moment you throw open the gift box in your family’s living room to reveal your cat’s moving head on a mechanical body and your joyous squeals mingle with your parents horrified screams, he knew. The way you marveled at his accomplishment as you hugged your cat close before your parents tore it away from you in terror.

He knew you were meant to be his. And someday when he wasn’t so little and you weren’t under the control of your parents, you would be. By the possessive look you flash him as your parents usher him out and threaten to call the cops, he knows you have the same idea.

As you both continued to age, Yandere!Mad Scientist’s experiments only got more complex and dangerous. Though now you were right there by his side, driving his theories down even darker avenues. Your creative mind just as twisted as his, if not more so. Your genius unparalleled.

Of course, a series of strategic maneuvers had to be set in place every time you both snuck away to meet up given your parents had permanently banned you from seeing ‘the freak kid next door.’ They still hadn’t gotten over the little cat incident. The fact that you kept the cat alive to this day probably not helping them move on either.

But nothing could keep you away from each other. He was yours and you were most definitely his. With your work together you two would take control of the world and destroy anyone who tried to get in the others path. They were all of inferior minds to you two, they had no right to deny you what rightfully belonged to you and him.

No one would be able to touch you or keep you from him again. It was only a matter of time.

When you and Yandere!Mad Scientist got to college it was the real first taste of freedom either of you had ever had. He thought that this was it. You two would never be separated from now on. He’d be in an off campus apartment with you after school and during school you two would have all the same classes.

But then you have to go and betray him, doing the worst thing imaginable. Choosing a different major than him. While he had gone the expected path— the correct one— of a Science Major. You had chosen… Psychology. It was possibly the first time in his entire life that Yandere!Mad Scientist had been furious at you. You wouldn’t believe how tempted he was to handcuff you to him so you’d be forced to always remain by his side

He was actually searching online for a good sturdy pair the night you came to him asking for help with a project, the first you two had spoken in days following the fight you had about it. And that’s when he learns of your true motivations, the reason behind your desire to be a… Psych major of all things.

You see, you had started working on a memory control device that would surely help your plans for world domination. Of course, he immediately agreed to working on this with you. You two had never worked separately since you met and he wasn’t about to start now. Only he was allowed to know the inner workings of your mind, to understand the way your genius wove its clever webs. He was the only one who ever understood you and that would remain true for as long as he had a say about it.

Together, the work on your project progressed rapidly. The two of you working on it day and night. It was a little tricky, given you two only shared a few classes together where you’d pass flirtatious notes filled with complex algorithms. But he made do.

Though as you learned more from your classes and began applying them to the device, something started feeling… off about it all. More algorithms were attempted that he doesn’t remember running, beakers he doesn’t recall turning on were left running till they overflowed, and days seemed to pass him by where it felt like he had done absolutely nothing despite your excited rambling on the progression of the project.

One night, as you two are cleaning up from that night’s experiments, he comes across one of his many notebooks. Buried deep under a dozen others just like it. But this one has a book mark with an arrow pointing down saying ‘Read me.’ On the marked page lays a whole series of numbers and formulas he’s never even seen before in his one handwriting. With a sticky note at the top reading ‘Forget Something?’

He reads through what appears to be his work over and over again. No, this can’t be real. He never did any of this, it’s impossible. But as he watches the formulas grow more successful with each equation, realization dawns on him. It is possible. He just lost his memory of it. He looks up, eyes instantly catching onto your form across the room just as you look back up at him.

That playful smirk and mischievous glimmer in your eye that he loves so much. It’s as clear as day. As is what you’ve been doing to him. His lips curl into a mirroring expression and you just laugh, returning your gaze to your work.

Ah, so that’s how you want to play it, huh? That’s more than fine by him. He can play it right back to ya. To show you that his brain is all yours for fucking around with, so long as you’re his to do the same.

The next time you come to, the pair of you are sitting in an unfamiliar lecture hall. The teacher droning on about a topic you can’t really hear. Still half-asleep with your head resting on your arms.

“Wakey wakey, darling,” he murmurs in your ear, hand petting your head affectionately. You look too cute all groggy and disoriented as you slowly wake up from the device’s effects. He understands why you used it so much on him. Seeing you like this was absolutely irresistible.

You groan, eyes scrunching up tight. Your head feeling like it weighs about a metric ton and your eyes begging to remain closed forever. You open them anyway, lashes fluttering as you try and focus in on your surroundings. The lecture hall is completely unfamiliar to you. And given the stone walls, you’re in a completely different department.

“W-where am I?” You ask, voice slightly slurred from misuse.

He is having too much fun watching you. It’s wild seeing the device be used and the impacts it has on its users. He briefly wonders if you’ll forget all about this feeling just as he had. He cups your chin with a surprising tenderness, slowly bringing your attention back on him.

“Don’t you remember, dear? You decided to transfer into the Science department. Now, we’ll be together in all our classes. Just like you wanted,” he rumbles, his voice like a hypnotic lullaby as his thumb soothingly caresses your jaw.

It takes a moment for you to break through the comforting haze of his touch so his words can register. Your brows furrow deeply, having no memory of leaving your previous major. The words begin to repeat in your head, echoing and pounding against your skull.

Remember.

He can the moment clarity begins to dawn on you. Your eyes losing that dazed effect to them. He practically watches as you put the pieces together, realizing what must’ve happened just like he did. Though he has to give you props for how fast you realized. Your genius only made him fall harder for you, want even more of you.

But when you burst out into a fit of quiet giggles, your eyes lighting up with pride, he can feel the strings you have wrapped around his heart grow impossibly tighter. It was that pride in your work, pride in the success of the device, and even pride in him for managing to get one on you.

Your laughter is infectious and soon he’s laughing right along with you in the lecture hall, leaning in close and marveling at what you two can do when you put your minds to it.

He looks into your eyes, his hand sliding to cup your cheek and holding you like you’re the most the precious thing in the world to him. And just like back when you were kids, with one look he knows what you’re thinking.

That there is nothing better than experimenting with each other. In every way possible.

[starkaabii]

You know, when you first become obsessed with Hoshi no Kaabii at the ripe age of 13 and are mostly too busy just being excited over how cute Kirby is, sometimes it's not until you sit there 8 years later, at one week away from 21, watching old tributes about your biggest childhood hero on YouTube, where it finally dawns on you just how dark Meta Knight's story is.

This man has been through war almost as long as he's been alive. He witnessed one of his closest friends die before his very eyes in order to reclaim a sacred sword she knew she'd never be able to wield just to toss it toward him in her final living moments, knowing that he was the chosen one; the one worthy of Galaxia's power. He was forced to wield that blade with it undoubtedly carrying those painful memories, knowing that she died for it, just for his sake. Years later, he was forced to kill his own best friend with that very same sacred sword after at first being overjoyed to withess his triumphant return after going missing for an unknown amount of time, possibly years, following Meta Knight helplessly watching him being captured and carried away by a demon beast—only to realize that the one and only remaining person closest to him had been tortured near to death, then corrupted and turned into a mindless, unrecognizable demon by Nightmare.

He was forced to watch his comrades die over the course of what we can only assume is at least hundreds of years in what was nothing but a doomed war from the beginning, falling one by one, until as far as he knew, he was the one and only survivor. In one of the first few episodes, when he chooses to entrust Fumu with knowing just a part of his past, we see him in a flashback, tattered and beaten against an unnatural orange sky, staring down from a clifftop where smoke rises from a burning, ruined battlefield where we can only imagine the carnage that lies within. His eyes don't hold their vibrant glow for the only time in any of his appearances. He's injured, grief-stricken, bereft. Downright heartbroken, undoubtedly.

Years later, he discovers the children of his fallen best friends, the last remaining memory of them, are alive, but both hate him and believe he is responsible for the death of their parents. And even when they're out for his life in the belief that he's a murderer, Meta Knight chooses to attempt to comfort and guide both of these bereaved children so that their hatred and grief does not turn them into demons inside and out, all without being able to defend himself... because he knows that they're right. Even if indirectly, even if unintentionally... all of their anger and hatred toward him is justified.

And yet, through all of that... He never gives up. He never lets his grief, his anger, his sorrow consume him. Despite losing everything he ever dared to care about, despite his entire existence being an endless living hell... he keeps going, because in his words, he has not given up hope.

This is why Meta Knight was my hero when I was younger, and why he always will be.

[heshemejoshi]

i feel like if you look at my octopath tag for a bit it might be obvious which ships i’m drawn to AHAHAHAH so i would rather talk about a rarepair ship that’s technically not even possible in canon because one of them is already dead and the other is killed. but it kept me making up situations for a while and it was fun!

brace yourselves, it’s yusufa x gareth YURI. i imagine this happens in a timeline where, somehow, primrose managed to get yusufa help for her wounds and leaves her in the care of zeph in clearbrook. she leaves her because, as the ending in canon states, she wants her to be free. and by leaving her she’s giving her the freedom she never had. i imagine yusufa grieves this breakup of sorts for a while, but she comes to understand why primrose took that decision while her body recovers and she gets to talk to a man who doesn’t ask Anything of her, who doesn’t want her in the way she’s been used to.

i imagine she also goes on a trip across the continent, which is where meeting gareth comes into place. idk why, i always thought it was cute if she became an apothecary apprentice with a role akin to alfyn (healing people in need just for the sake of it) and in those travels she meets a wounded gareth left to die in a cave. they stay on that one town close to where that happens during his recovery which reminds yusufa of “home” but the environment is now significantly different to her. it doesn’t want to eat her alive.

gareth’s character is an obvious foil to therion who also went through darius’ brutal discarding. in canon he has to die in order for the plot to advance and he is the Only person therion has to kill across his 4 chapters. i think in canon he also is trapped in a cycle of violence because it’s clear by how he’s played as a pawn that darius also mistreats him but he has nowhere else to go to. while therion at this point in the plot has the other 7 travelers (or.. the ravuses if you choose a loner playthrough, but i think they’re narratively much much weaker than considering the other protagonists) backing him up, gareth has no one but darius. like therion before the fall.

in a sense both gareth and yusufa have been failed by the world they live on through sheer bad luck. though we know nothing about gareth’s backstory he is with darius for a reason and he is actively crushed by him. and yusufa was sold to helgenish as a child, leaving her with no other choice than to stay with him. when yusufa meets gareth in my timeline, i think they both recognize each others as survivors, and yusufa helps guide her through her newfound unexpected freedom as gareth also shows her new paths in hers. i also imagine gareth at first struggles with not returning to darius because in a twisted way her body still feels like she has to go back, miroring yusufa's grieving and letting primrose go in the beginning.

now ONTO THE YURI PART OKAY because gareth is canonically a man. i like to think there’s transgender things happening in my games you see. i honestly have not much explanation or justification for this other than i think that gareth stands at odds with existence itself and yet she chooses to live (extremely trans coded) even if she knows she’s only good at her thievery. i believe that both of their freedom is eventually expressed through breaking gender, as well. and through gareth, yusufa can also get a new meaning of womanhood, because she’s been sexualized for it for her entire life, but gareth helps her gain a new understanding that being a woman doesn’t have to mean she’s purely valuable as an object of sexual desire.

does this make sense? probably not. i’m admitting my secrets here ok. they’ve been hiding for YEARS i never talk about them but i have based some ocs around these concepts since they resonate so much. octopath helped me fuel my creativity as i developed as a teen (and also helped me find community at a time where i needed it) and i’ll always have a soft spot for that inevitably <3

I miss octopath yapping with people so uh yknow what! We’re gonna play a game!!

Explain in the notes what y’all’s favorite ships are and why you like them!!!

Only rules are

1) do not explain why everyone should think your ship is canon, as that is not the point of this post 2) do not put any other ships down bc that is also not the point of this post 3) ALL games are included (yes including cotc) 4) ANY SHIPS ARE ALLOWED!!! GO NUTS!!!!

[doodlenoodleboi]

Senku l. (before & after the stone)

Headcanons, sfw,nsfw, suggestive…

Author’s note: Senku is a fictional character he is canonically 15-16 in the beginning of the series and 17-18 by season 3 not taking account for the manga which he is older. If in the future I make works on characters you deem unfitting for the roll of nsfw fiction or suggestive works of while aged up feel free to block me! Also a reminder that this is a fictional character, made up of lines/pixels. Do not waste your time writing petty hate comments which I will remove and are a waste of your life which you will not get back. I choose to be delusional about fictional characters for my own satisfaction, good day!

Word count: a lot

Before the stone

Sfw

Senku is a bit more less responsible before the stone as he is allowed to act like a kid. He often spends his time in the school lab or at home and can be seen with is small group of friends. (Taiju Oki and Yuzuriha Ogawa.)

Love and romantic relationships are something Senku has found himself uninterested in his teenage years. Dedicating himself to his craft and love for science.

You can take science away from the man but not the science from the man. (You really can’t do either)

Senku has found people conventionally attractive to a specific statistical standard but not to him personally and probably won’t ever given he doesn’t have a common attraction to physical attributes.

Though through statistics he can still find someone who he would be generally attracted to physically. Someone with glasses, makes their interests obvious ex: paint on body all the time, a lab coat or constantly wearing something of their special interest would be people he gravitates towards.

(As someone who is neurodivergent in the worst ways I think half the cast is autistic or a Shokunin if you will a person deeply dedicated to their craft.) So someone as such will attract Senku not romantically of course but they will be bound to cross paths.

There are a multitude of ways you could meet you might never meet but to keep it simple I’m going to give you a multitude of possibilities to have rot in your head.

Being apart of the school’s science club is one way always spending time with him constantly in the science room after school.

Being a dumbass needed tutoring friends with one of his friends but not with Senku directly, or competing for higher grades, a good enemies to lovers. Maybe you’re even apart of the school’s science club making you and Senku acquaintances if anything.

Senku doesn’t back down from competition when it comes to brains but quickly when it comes to fights. Being rivals to Senku is a good asset in the stone world getting you to be one of the first few people to be revived truly testing if you’re book smart (can do it in theory on paper in school) and street smart (do it for real and faster than the time given in school).

Senku was hesitant more than he ever has been getting in a relationship with you. Being shy was simply not an option for him, he thought it was a waste of time often making him coming off as stiff and blunt.

A relationship of romantic interest with Senku will never be said nor be official. He will never say he loves you or that he likes you even give he believes actions speak louder than words. If you give him time you will see through subtle ways that he is attracted to you. 

He will ask you about things that don’t matter much: like should I choose this or that color the small things…

He’ll allow you to touch his hair if your one for pda, he won’t reciprocated often at most leaning into the touch out of pure comfort. He won’t push you off understanding that this is a love language (that did take him a while to understand.)

Senku’s love language is quality time and gift giving. This is more often seen in the stone world but it expressed as well before hand even more so if you’re a science nerd along with him.

He’ll be willing to conduct experiments with you along with share materials with you which is a rare thing for him being an only child never having to share much of anything.

I believe that Senku is aroace or at the very least ace. He can still have platonic love and relationships but isn’t fond of romantic ones being in a romantic relationship from his perspective is his treating you like a best friend practically treating you like a mixture between yuzuriha and Kohaku.

Suggestive

Anything remotely romantic would have to be initiated by you and 9/10 you’re going to either get pushed off. Or he just sits there waiting for you to get over with it. Something like the (kohaku kissing Senku scene in season 3)

For your sake he has experimented once or twice before with make out sessions or kissing to get you to do something (like get you to do an experiment with him.) any kind of physical touch from him romantic wise once again if not initiated by you. 

He’s a responsible enough person to know better than to have sexual intercourse at his age nor is he interested enough to risk it not that questions about it don’t cross his mind but we’ll explore those much later down the line.

Though he’s more likely to tease you occasionally and lean his arm atop your head if you’re short. Expect this more often if you have curly hair

If you have 4c or curly hair in general he will be near you more often especially if you’re a foreigner. Have issues finding hair products for your hair type in Japan? He got you give him a couple strands of your hair next thing you know he has a whole list of products for your hair and product sample packets surrounding him.

Nsfw

Sorry there is none Senku was not interested in sexual acts before the stone nor very much after.

Though he will ask you a lot of “inappropriate questions” but i promise you he’s just genuinely curious. And he’s not trying to infer anything he promises.

After the stone

As I said Senku’s love languages are gift giving and quality time. This becomes more apparent in the stone world. If you had something you held close best believe he will try his best to make it for you. If you’re an artist he’s make brushes and paint etc…

He’s a bit kinder and softer after the stone. People he has known longer therefore care for more he unconsciously takes them on more missions with him around or in a safe space.

If he knew you before the stone you’re likely to be one of the first people out of stone. Though if not you are an important asset and he sees you for your skills and talents so be grateful for that.

If you’re a creative type expect to be paired with Yuzuriha often. A martial artist or athlete expect Kohaku and Taiju.

What Senku appreciate most is people interested in his work, he loves experimenting and explaining his process even to those a who don’t understand so please entertain him for a while if you expect at friendship let alone a romantic relationship.

People who are aroace can have relationships but they can often be on sided in the romance department. It’s not that they don’t love platonically you they just don’t know how to react to that romantically or don’t want romance.(yall can choose if Senku is aroace or not) As long as you’re ok with that your relationship with Senku will be fine. (I’ll just write him as dense to love for yall though.)

Senku if he does love you will occasionally indulge in your romantic behavior and take this a complent if it was a last resort he wouldn't be against procreating with you. (it took him a lot to admit that so you better take it.)

Romantic relationships are often seen as an inconvenience given he doesn't see the need for them and doesn't think he could would be the best fit for something like that.

He true for the most part but he is able to be in a romantic relationship. It may not be as romantic as a you like but if he has an interest in you he will unconsciously do these things. Don't expect any hand-holding and kissing though.

The only way you could get him to hold your hand is for technical reasons like you not getting lost.

Suggestive

I do agree with the fact that Senku would experiment on his significant other and I think this would be more common before the stone but in small ways.

An unexpected romantic act to see how you respond.

He will use this advantage if gen tells him you like him or something for free labor but we won’t abuse it he’s not that mean.

The only way I could see a “relationship forming” Is Senku using you for labor and “paying you” with physical touch. Kisses, hugs and stuff, he likes you platonically but as time goes on he starts experimenting with you first it’s his far will you go for each type of affection. Then it’s soon how will you react to this or that. He says it’s not you that he loves but the reaction you make like a chemical reaction in your mind. Knowing his autistic ass it might be true but the way he acts makes you unsure.

Or maybe finding a girl smarter than him would rial him up he might see you as arrival at first. You guys could be partners, he swears he doesn’t love you, but the science you create the knowledge you know, that wrinkly brain of yours.

He tends to have a love for things rather than people in a way he loves science and the things people are good at their talents but maybe not themselves, he swears but he does establish relationships with characters like Gen and Chrome as friends so I’m sure he can establish a romantic relationship if we take this route.

Then I could actually get into how Senku would “experiment” with his “friend” this would create an friends with benefits kinda situation but it’s not like Senku sees it like that he just doesn’t have time for labels and probably wouldn’t care about it. Just don’t call him pet names because he doesn’t like it. The relationship would be private so the villagers don’t make a fuss, for as far was that would last with Gen around.

NSFW - ish

Let’s talk about Senku’s experiments

Of course you consented to this but you might know what your getting into 100%

It’s basically just a very handsy check up while he asks you questions you may or may not be able to answer.

Ex: “Are your breast sensitive? There is a high concentration of nerve endings present in that area, making them one of the most sensitive parts of the body. While he’s over here playing with them in every way imaginable. He’s going to continue to do this for every inch of your body and take an analysis writing how painful each part is and or sensitive.

So I’ll let you guys imagine that

Thank you for reading!!

[tendermiasma]

Anonymous asked: What are some of your favorite antique things to collect? Do you have any especially favorite finds?

Strawpage/tendermiasma

That's hard... I love furniture, it's so neat to see how they shaped and reflected trends and values and just the pure craftsmanship is so wonderful. My favorite styles hover around the 17th and 18th centuries-- Jacobean, George III, Federal/Hepplewhite/Sheridan. There's something about the crispness of the detailing of the last four that makes an ornamented piece feel so light and airy. I love Jacobean because every piece looks like it was hauled out of a fire, the dark patina is so rich. I don't actually own any originals from these periods (yet!!!) but fashion is a flat circle and Jacobean had a revival in the late 19th and a couple decades into the 20th century. I have a court cabinet from probably around the 1930s that I found here in Austin that was a part of this revival and you can see the Jacobean influence also carries a secondary Arts and Crafts influence that the US was on the tail end of. The engraving on the panels are a little bit flatter than the traditionally extremely 3D Jacobean carving, and that's what Arts and Crafts brought. They kept the dark patina look and I think it's interesting to think about how much lighter actual Jacobean furniture might have been during its time, and that we're choosing to imitate its aged look as part of its original intent-- sort of like how we thought Roman statues started out white when they were actually originally brightly painted, but we choose to make them white in most of our casual references. Regardless the charred finish looks amazing against light colored walls. It feels contemplative. Welsh 18th century design also has that quality although more pared-down but still warm and welcoming somehow. I love it.

Back to Georgian/Sheridan/Hepplewhite/Federal though, also don't actually own any from that time either, although I have been heavilyyyyyyy eyeing a credenza from one of my favorite antique dealers in Austin who randomly has some incredible pieces. I could't buy it responsibly but they're all free right there for me to study and admire. Sheridan and Hepplewhite are super similar and a good way to tell them apart is the feet. If they're tapered little unadorned pegs, it's probably Hepplewhite, and if they have a ball or box on the end or have some other angular detailing, it's probably Sheridan. THOSE styles came back around almost 200 years later in the woodwork of midcentury modern which I think is so neat. You can also help yourself date a piece with other little things, like screws. There was a period in the early-mid 1800s where screws had machine-made threads while their heads were still cut by hand with a hacksaw; the machinery for cutting screwheads came later. Philips screws weren't widely used until the 1940s so that's another possible way to tell. However you have to be careful because a lot of furniture gets repaired and modern hardware is usually used, so it's good to hunt around on it for signs of the original hardware. You can also tell whether hardware is new or possibly original by the amount of patina built up around the hardware. That's hard to fake. 

I got lost again. I also love looking at pottery and dishware because there's so much information and history in its marks. It's always such a fun little forensics game to look at its stamps and writings and symbols on the bottom to track where it's been, who made it, is it a forgery of a well-known artisan? That happened to me really recently when I found a Meissen tea set at a thrift store and it turns out I believe I have one actual Meissen cup in there from mid 1800s. The only way I could figure it out it was genuine and also its general date was because of its imperfections, which is pretty cool. Meissen had a specific way of marking B-grade dishware that they only used during certain time periods, and thankfully there's document of it, and my piece carried it. I don't care if she's not A-grade, she's beautiful and I'm a sucker for blue and white china.

I could talk a lot more but I'm just rambling at this point so feel free to ask more. I love it all so much. I've had a great time learning so much more than I bargained for with every new piece I find. I'm still mourning the Austin Antique Mall closure that happened last May but thankfully there's another great one in Round Rock and I should go back next month.

The smoking-gun wheel marks for the date and authenticity of the Meissen cup

My Jacobean-revival court cabinet from probably the 1930s

In her natural habitat. I built the fake fireplace! None of the existing ones were Georgian enough for me lol

The coffee table is I believe late 1930s and the chair is a 1960s wingback that got recovered in probably the 90s and I want to get it recovered again when I can. I'm at capacity since I'm in a 1-bedroom apartment and my primary goal is a well-designed space but when I can get an office it's going to be so over

[zeninsama]

newly-hired cupid (aka silas) reporting for duty (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) it's one week out from valentine's day and i wanted to host something fun for everyone, so here we are!

WHAT YOU GIVE ME ε( ๑ •ᴗ•`)っ 💌

come to my inbox and tell me what you and your f/o are doing this valentine's day!

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭🏹 ˚.⁺⊹ WHAT YOU RECEIVE

one mini mood board (four images) of you and your f/o's date! [BONUS!] GIVE THE HOST A LITTLE EXTRA SUGAR AND RECEIVE A LOVE SONG OF SILAS’S CHOOSING ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡��♡‧₊˚

this event is open to everyone and will be worked on throughout the week and queued to post throughout the day on 2/14. please review the quick rules under the cut or receive stale candies from your date!

open to everyone (mutuals get priority!)

this is all subject to my personal tastes

JOY AND WHIMSY IS REQUIRED! do not have your prompt be "we aren't doing anything bc i hate valentine's day" no!!!!!!!!

off-anon asks are preferred and also given priority!

please include any information you believe to be relevant when it comes to choosing pictures when sending your ask!

all pictures will be sfw, please keep prompts sfw as well!

by sending a request, you're understanding there's a chance i may not get to it depending on volume/time/etc and you will be nice about it (please).

feel free to submit yours as soon as possible and i will queue them to post throughout the day on 2/14.

[melrosing]

do you believe there’s the possibility of brienne and jaime surviving until the end and marrying?

I think there’s a possibility of jb marrying before the end because there’s a good amount of foreshadowing that GRRM could choose to act upon there if he wanted. also two highborn lovers are always going to have marriage at least cross their minds lol so I don’t think it’s nearly so farfetched as some factions would believe.

BUT yeah I stay a pessimist on Jaime’s survival just for self preservation reasons AND in any case if he did survive, I just don’t think it’d be GRRM’s style to have jb move to Tarth etc. they may well stay together or maybe they’d be forced long distance but this is a story and I don’t think their respective and mutual arcs are completed by raising a family on Tarth.

[ejeffers1239]

This is your monthly reminder that trans girl periods are probably definitely real.

"ow ow ow ow ow"

- Erika

Serious discussion of/essay on trans woman periods under the cut:

While transgender women experiencing period symptoms is not something that has been scientifically researched with any rigor as far as I'm aware, enough trans women report the phenomena that it can reasonably be assumed real. The interesting thing is there are competing theories as to the mechanism behind trans women periods, which are as follows:

1. An empathetic or otherwise psychosomatic response, as in a trans woman has periods because she knows other women do. I don't like this, but we'll get back to that

2. Confirmation bias of unrelated symptoms, usually gastrointestinal, calling anything that happens in the general area a period.

3. Hormonal cycle from taking estrogen makes the body attempt a period, even without a uterus, accounting for cramping, mood changes, and changes to breast texture.

I don't think 1 or 2 are especially good explanations on their own, and taken in a vacuum sort of reinforce a conclusion and stereotype that transgender women are faking it (1) or eat nothing but junk food (2). However, these two definitely aren't unprecedented as factors, as long as you accept that there is a hormonal component (3).

Considering two of the most common phenomena reported with periods generally, we can get a broader picture. First is the phenomena of women syncing their cycles; this itself sports conflicting research and is mostly anecdotally observed, just like trans women periods. Nonetheless it could provide a point towards the empathetic response theory that would be more than making it up, rather, whatever about an estrogen-dominant body that (allegedly) causes sync is also applicable to transgender women. Second, consider the phenomena of period cravings. This phenomena is much more established than sync, it's commonly accepted that women on their periods tend to crave foods high in carbs, sugar, and salt. In other words, junk food. In that light the "trans women have had diets and call it a period" claim is not entirely dismissible, but is actually flipped in the ordering. It's entirely likely that trans women having their period regardless end up eating junk food, and cast doubt on to the validity of their own periods as a result.

As for my own personal anecdotes, I experience a cycle that is at least somewhat consistent. I don't notice symptoms every month, but many months, and they usually follow the same "structure" so to speak:

First, for about half a day, I get really horny. I believe this would technically be pre-period or a hormonal analogue to ovulation, nonetheless, I take the opportunity to have some fun, as pretty much nothing compares to how good it feels during this time.

Next, I have the junk food cravings, granted, I'm someone who eats taco bell weekly so, this doesn't represent an especially large change of diet for me, it's there though and if I'm cooking I might end up making something like mashed potatoes.

Finally, for around three days after that, I get really bloated and have some "typical" period symptoms: pain in my abdomen, the bloating itself, sore breasts, and even period shits. This is where I am while writing this post and we'll, to reiterate, "ow ow ow ow ow."

To me, this is far to specific of a sequence of events to be fake, even if it's not strictly monthly, and trans women have factors like missing estrogen doses or the presence/lack of progesterone that could influence that timing away from perfectly routine. Ultimately I'm another anecdote in a sea of anecdotes but, I choose to believe trans girl periods are real and biologically based, and I hope I've made a compelling argument supporting that here. This blog is made possible by boredom and mania mutuals like you, thank you!

[tarotbyjam24]

You and your future spouse's 1st valentine's day date

Likes , reblogs and feedbacks are very much appreciated 💗

Disclaimer: This is general reading . It may or may not resonate . If reading doesn't resonate let it fly and choose another pile or simply there were no messages for you through this reading 😊 Take the reading lightly as nothing's set in stone until you believe so🕊️

Masterlist\pick a cards

Thankyou for stopping by let's dive in ☄️,shall we ?

Choose the pile you feel most drawn to 🧸

This reading a collab between @tarotbyjam24 and my girl @winisayswhat 🖤 don't forget to check her account loves

Pile 1

Pile 1 : your first valentine's day date might possibly be a 50-50 date like you couples splitting your bills or it could be like you both are always so busy so it took effort from both sides to have a valentine's day date together finally. It's gonna be a very planned and calculated date . You guys might also not show your truest self to your spouse on this date because either of you or both can have your guards up even though you're married. I also feel on this date you could also fight with eachother 😭 probably because of hiding something. I see 'hide' word is so prominent here . I wonder how you guys are so mysterious to each other . Mostly I see you guys could be trying local street foods , trying drinks here n there. Although I feel you both will be dressed perfectly for a date to bring the date date vibe . Having drinks on this could help both of you to loosen up a bit and open up to each other . This date will be a start for something new probably you could think of starting family or something else . This pile seems like both of you love eachother but also don't show it and hide it very well that you both seem to each other like enemies ✨ that's all pile 1 I hope you liked reading this pile happy valentine's day and bless you all 🎀💗

Pile 2

Pile 2 : your first valentine's day date is gonna be amazing I swear . They'll make you feel like a prince\princess . Almost worshipping you and giving all the power . I also feel your spouse will be older than you . So ofc they gonna spoil you it's natural to them and you gonna enjoy it . They'll surely take you on various activities for this date like taking some fun classes in day , eating local foods , taking you on shopping, then dinner night at a perfect place probably by river or seaside . This date will grow more love between each other . I get the vibe of ' material girl ' from this pile and I support you for this lol . You go guys . You deserve it all . Now from another perspective if we see this than your spouse could be bit more domineering in this date like those ceo and their girlfriends where ceo likes to eat at three Michelin star hotel and you enjoy your ramen and drinks but you're forced to go on the three Michelin star hotel date lol. I feel you'll act like a disciplined kid when in real you're so spoiled 🍃 and you just don't listen to anyone but you'll have to listen and follow them .that's all pile 2 I hope you liked reading this pile happy valentine's day and bless you all 🎀💗

Pile 3

Read by @winisayswhat

Okay, babes, this date is going to be mind-blowing . Like, expect some serious sparks flying, and that's just not from the table. The man or woman you're going on a date with has a provider energy. It's like a very fancy place, with a fancy setup. This person is jacked for sure. They're serious and will bring lots of stability and maturity into your life. They're the real deal, honey .The Two of Cups is all about harmony and balance. So, expect some beautiful, heartfelt connections. You'll feel fulfilled. This place feels like a rooftop restaurant with dim lights, and you're drop-dead gorgeous . You're dressed up, drop-dead gorgeous that day. Oh la la, that person is going gaga all over you! They're very chivalrous. They're going to spend all their money on you without thinking twice. You'll feel luxurious, wealthy with them This person is a provider, wild, and dressed to impress . Both of you are excited to meet each other and already know you're the "it" deal. It's like you both were meant to be together, like two puzzle pieces . You both love, value, and cherish each other. It's like you both have manifested each other. The God has led you both to each other .This person is very straightforward, and whatever they say is going to be very real. They'll be honest with you, and you'll love that about them . They're the type of person who'll have many surprises in store. If they take you out for dinner, they'll make sure there's music, a big bouquet of roses, jewelry as gifts, your favorite champagne, food, and good photos to be clicked . Oh la la, this person is also a great photographer! Your Instagram feed is sorted ! Every time this person walks into a room, people look at them and go, "Oh my God, who is that?" They drip with money and luxury 💸. This person is going to be so nurturing and caring. Expect some serious TLC from this person, honey! It's going to be wild, but guess what? This is just the beginning. The journey is much more exciting and spicy!

Pile 4

Read by @winisayswhat

This Valentine's Day date is going to be EVERYTHING and more! The energy is mutual, excited, and respectful. You both love and adore each other, and you're ready to spend quality time together.

The ambiance is romantic, probably at a favorite restaurant or spot. The air is filled with a sweet scent, and you both feel harmonious and in tune with each other. You're thinking about how lucky you are to be in this relationship!Conversation on the date is all bout goals, future plans, and excitement for what's to come. You both are magnetic, high-achieving individuals who are planning out your adrenaline-fueled life together! Eye contact is intense, and you both feel a deep sense of connection and understanding.This is a couple who will be the life of the party, so in love and into each other that they won't even notice what's going on around them! You're best friends, despite being different, and you complement each other perfectly.

Oh, and there's red velvet cake involved somehow! And maybe some red fruits or wine? Whatever it is, it's going to be a night to remember!

You'll spend the evening planning your life together, discussing kids, cars, homes, and all the adventures you'll have. And guess what? The universe is going to make it all happen!

Get ready for lots of kisses, gentle touches, and admiration from your partner. Their love language is touch, and they'll show you love and affection in the sweetest ways.

This person is going to adore you, honey! They'll be captivated by your smile, lips, eyes, and entire aura. And they'll appreciate you for the rest of your life! You will be like one of those couples from the Hollywood 90's-2000's Romcom movie aesthetic for sureeee!!!

I hope you liked the reading . Thank you so much for letting me read for you . Wishing you best ahead . 🎀 Bless you and have a nice day 🫶🏻

Loads of love , jam\gem 🩷

Exchanges : open , collabs for pacs : open

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Plan B 4

Jey Uso x Afro-Brazilian OC

Summary: In her thirties and single after a breakup, Hamisa decides she wants to become a mother, despite her friends' and family's objections. Unable to wait any longer, she chooses to have a baby on her own. However, she unknowingly ends up using her ex-boyfriend sperm after he drunkenly swapped her donor’s sample for his own. As Hamisa raises her child, she starts noticing striking similarities between her ex-boyfriend and her baby, leading to questions about the true origins of her child's conception.

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Joshua’s hand trembled as he held the envelope, the heavy weight of uncertainty pressing against his chest. It had been three long days since he submitted his DNA test, seeking the truth he wasn’t quite ready to face. The envelope before him, with the crisp official stamp of DNA Diagnostics Center (DDC), seemed to taunt him with its potential to change everything. He had spent the past few days replaying the possibilities in his mind, but he already knew, deep down, what the answer would be.

His thoughts drifted to Jhream, the eight-month-old baby girl whose tiny face had stolen his heart at first sight. She had come into his life under unexpected circumstances, and now, a part of him was bracing for confirmation of his fatherhood. Despite his certainty, the paper in his hand felt like a lifeline that could either confirm his role in her life or pull it away entirely. He had always suspected that the baby’s striking features mirrored his own, from the dark curls that framed her face to the sharp glint in her eyes that reminded him so much of his own. But confirmation, that solid, irrefutable truth was what he needed now.

His mind buzzed with an unnerving cocktail of emotions: anxiety, excitement, and fear. He had to open it. He had to know. Without wasting another moment, he tore open the envelope, his fingers running over the cold, official seal like an anchor holding him in place. As he unfolded the paper, his breath hitched.

There it was, in black-and-white: the statement from DDC. It was not an exclusion; it was confirmation. “The alleged father is not excluded as the biological father of the tested child,” it read. “There is a 99.9 percent probability that Joshua S. Fatu is the biological father of Jhream M. Woo.” A wave of overwhelming relief and excitement surged through him, settling deep in his chest like a comfort he hadn’t even known he needed. His heart raced, and a smile tugged at his lips. He was her father. It was official.

With a new burst of energy, he grabbed his phone and dialed Hamisa’s number. The phone rang once, then twice, before she answered. Before she could say a word, Joshua’s voice rushed through the phone, carrying an excitement he couldn’t contain.

“Hamisa, you need to change her last name to Fatu,” he said, the words almost spilling out in his haste. There was no hesitation in his voice, no second-guessing the decision. This was it, he was all in.

On the other end of the line, Hamisa’s exasperated sigh could be heard before she burst into laughter. “You’re bold! I can't believe I have to share a child with you!” she screamed into the phone, her voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. Joshua could hear the frustration laced in her tone. She had never quite forgiven him for the circumstances that had brought them together, but they were bound by a common thread now. Jhream was their child.

Joshua’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a more serious expression. “I know you're upset, but we have to make this work for our daughter. We’re in this together now,” he said, his voice softer, more earnest. This was a turning point. There was no turning back now, not for him, not for Hamisa, and certainly not for Jhream.

But before he could say more, there was a click. Hamisa had hung up. Joshua chuckled, a small, bemused laugh escaping his lips as he stared at his phone. As he expected, a message from Hamisa popped up almost immediately. It was short, witty, and just a touch sarcastic: Jhream Woo Fatu has a nice ring to it.

Joshua read the message and laughed again, shaking his head. It was as if the tension had momentarily dissolved, leaving only the playful exchange that seemed to define their relationship. Despite the rollercoaster of emotions that had come with the situation, there was a connection between them, one that would forever be tied to the little girl they had both brought into the world.

As he put his phone down, his thoughts shifted to his twin brother, Jonathan. The news had to be shared with him, too, he had been there through everything, the good and the bad. Jonathan, ever the supportive sibling, would want to know that the paternity test had confirmed what they both had suspected all along. Joshua tapped Jonathan’s number into his phone with a sense of urgency. The call rang twice before Jonathan answered.

“What’s up, man?” Jonathan’s voice was warm, full of that familiar tone of brotherly comfort that Joshua had come to rely on.

“I’m the father,” Joshua said, his voice steady, though the excitement was still apparent in his tone. “It’s official. I’m Jhream’s dad.”

Jonathan paused, a beat of silence hanging between them. Then, as if the words had sunk in, Jonathan’s voice came through, full of genuine happiness for his brother. “I’m happy for you, man. But let me tell you, this better be the last time you ever hijack somebody’s sperm and do some BS like this again.” Jonathan’s playful teasing followed by a chuckle made Joshua roll his eyes. Even as an adult, his twin brother was never short of words when it came to poking fun.

Joshua rolled his eyes in return, even though Jonathan couldn’t see him. “I was drunk,” Joshua muttered, shaking his head in mock disbelief at himself. There were no excuses for the situation, but in a way, it didn’t matter. What mattered now was that they had a daughter, his daughter. And that was all that mattered to him.

As Joshua sat there, leaning against the cold elevator wall, the weight of his decision finally began to settle in. This was his life now. But Joshua also knew that this was only the beginning. The road ahead would be complicated. The dynamics between him and Hamisa had always been tense, and now, with the added responsibility of parenthood, it was only going to get more complicated. He could already hear Hamisa’s voice in his head, accusing him of meddling too much, of not thinking things through, of being reckless in a way that only he could be. But as much as they clashed, they were bound by their daughter. And he was determined to make this work, for her.

He thought about his upbringing, how different it had been, how fractured his relationship with his father was. He didn’t want that for Jhream. He didn’t want her to grow up in a world where she wondered who her father was, or whether he cared. He would show her, day in and day out, that he was there. His past would not be hers.

After hanging up with Jonathan, Joshua stood up straighter, the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders like a mantle. He had to be the man he had never quite figured out how to be, someone who was present, responsible, and most of all, reliable. For Jhream, he had to change. He had to become more than he had ever been, and there was no question in his mind that he was ready for the challenge.

His fingers brushed the edge of the envelope again, feeling the smooth paper against his skin. His life had just shifted. There was no going back. But despite the unknowns, despite the complexities that lay ahead, there was an undeniable certainty in his heart. He was her father, and nothing could change that.

uceyjucey 2h

Joshua scrolled through his phone in the quiet of the morning, the sun just beginning to pierce through the blinds. The notifications were relentless. His name and Hamisa’s were trending on social media. He had become accustomed to the digital frenzy that sometimes swirled around his life, but today was different.

The usual noise felt louder, more intrusive.

It wasn’t just him but Hamisa was caught in the web of scrutiny too, and it was all because of their daughter, Jhream. A photo he had posted hours ago, a simple one of his baby girl picking something off the floor, was the spark that set everything ablaze.

Joshua’s fingers hovered over the screen as he read the comments, some questioning the paternity of Jhream, others spewing venom about Hamisa. He didn’t care about the shots people took at him, he had weathered that for years. But when it came to the people he loved, his daughter, the woman he shared a child with, that was something entirely different. He couldn’t stand idly by while people trashed Hamisa or tried to cast doubt on the paternity of his child.

The article that had sparked the fire had been ridiculous, full of assumptions and idle speculation. It had suggested the most absurd scenarios, each more damaging than the last. Joshua wasn’t about to let them tarnish his family’s reputation. He posted a new photo of Jhream, one where you couldn’t quite see her face, but you could tell it was her, just barely.

A quiet statement of “this is my child,” it was enough to make the internet jump to conclusions, immediately speculating that Joshua was indeed the father, and just like that, the narrative was set.

Was it messy? Absolutely. Did he care? Not in the slightest. He had spent the last few months adjusting to his new role as a father, learning about the precious little girl who had come into his life and made everything brighter. He was protective of her, of Hamisa, and of their relationship. He would stand by them, no matter what the world had to say. No one was going to get away with dragging his family through the mud.

As he set his phone down, his screen buzzing again, he glanced across the room, his mind still racing. It was Hamisa calling. Her voice was sharp but familiar when he answered.

“Why would you do that?” she asked, sounding more tired than angry. “You couldn’t just ignore it, could you?”

Joshua let out a deep breath. He was prepared for this conversation. “Hamisa, that’s my daughter. I don’t care what the tabloids are saying, I wasn’t going to just let them insinuate anything about you or Jhream. You know I’m not going to stand by and let people disrespect my family.”

Hamisa fell silent for a moment. He could hear her breathing on the other end, the frustration settling into something softer. “I get it, I do. But you didn’t have to make it public like that.”

He wasn’t going to back down, though. “It wasn’t just public, it was necessary. You and Jhream are mine, and no one is going to try to rewrite that story. Not while I’m breathing.”

The quiet stretch between them felt like it lasted an eternity. Finally, Hamisa spoke again, her voice quieter. “I know. But still, you didn’t even let the ink dry on her name change before you started acting like this.”

Joshua chuckled softly. “I’m not going to apologize for claiming my own child.”

There was a pause on the line before she spoke again, a resigned chuckle escaping her lips. “Okay, okay. Just... don’t make it worse, alright? I’m already trying to handle everything on my end.”

Joshua couldn’t help the grin that tugged at his lips. “I’m just getting started. Jeyce is setting up a whole photoshoot for her right now. We're about to have a Daddy-Daughter photoshoot in here.”

“I can’t wait to see that,” Hamisa said, a laugh in her voice. “You’re ridiculous.”

Joshua hung up, but he wasn’t fazed by the tension in her words. This was his family, and he was committed to making sure the world knew exactly who they were. He turned back to the living room, his gaze settling on his daughter. She was sitting on the floor, babbling happily, her tiny hands swatting at her toys as she looked up at Jeyce, who was busy arranging the makeshift photoshoot setup. Joshua walked over, snapping a few pictures as he did.

Just as he was about to adjust the camera, the front door opened, and in walked his cousin Joe, followed by his twin brother, Jonathan. They both entered with the easy familiarity of family, grinning at the scene in front of them.

“Uce got him a daughter now, and he don’t know how to act,” Jonathan teased, smirking as he watched Joshua play with Jhream.

Joe chuckled, shaking his head. “Man, I thought Hamisa would’ve put up more of a fight before letting you have her like this. She’s a mama bear, you know?”

Joshua shrugged, his attention still on Jhream. “She knows how I am with my sons. Why wouldn’t she trust me with our daughter?”

Jhream let out a squeal, reaching out to Joshua. He scooped her up, holding her carefully in his arms, and both Joe and Jonathan smiled at the sight.

“Hi, niecey pooh,” Joe cooed, speaking to the baby in a baby voice. “You’re trending on Twitter because your big-headed Daddy had to make sure everyone knew you belonged to him.”

Jhream started babbling, furiously.

Joshua smirked at Joe. “I think she’s cursing you out, uce. She doesn’t like that you called her daddy’s head big when yours is even bigger.”

Jeyce, still standing off to the side, rolled his eyes. “All of your heads are big.”

Jonathan feigned offense. “I have you know that I have an average-sized head.”

Jeyce snickered. “All of you have big heads. It’s just a fact.”

As Joshua playfully bounced Jhream in his arms, she reached out toward Joe, making loud baby noises. Joe grinned and gently grabbed her, holding her close.

“She makes me want to have another one,” Joe remarked, his voice light and full of humor.

Joshua raised an eyebrow. “Five ain’t enough for you?”

Joe shrugged. “I think I got one more in me.”

“Yeah, sure,” Jonathan said, glancing at Joe. “One more, and watch you end up with triplets.”

The room erupted in laughter, but just as the mood lightened, Jeyce walked over and showed his father something on his phone. Joshua took a moment to read the headline of the article on the screen: Jhream’s birth certificate, obtained by PEOPLE, reveals Jey Uso listed as the father.

“Damn,” Jonathan muttered, looking over Joshua’s shoulder. “When did the name change happen?”

“Two days ago,” Joshua said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “How did they get this stuff so quickly?”

“Who knows,” Jonathan replied, shaking his head. “People have ways of getting what they want.”

Jeyce, still looking at his phone, showed his dad the next part of the article, which read: Jhream Musa Woo Fatu was born on June 14, 2024, according to the birth certificate, at South Miami Hospital in Miami, Florida, at 6:14 a.m.

“Well, damn,” Joe muttered. “That’s some serious info right there. How did they get it?”

Joshua shook his head. “I don’t know. But that’s not the point. What’s important is that people know that Jhream is mine, and I’m not going to let anyone say otherwise.”

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “How does Hamisa feel about you claiming her so publicly?”

“I think she has mixed feelings about it,” Joshua admitted. “She’s just trying to keep things calm, and I get that. But this isn’t something I can just ignore.”

Joe nodded. “Understandable, but you’re right. It’s better that the truth comes out now instead of later, you know?”

Joshua looked down at his daughter, who was now giggling and reaching for her toys again, oblivious to the storm brewing around her. “Yeah. I’m not going to let anyone question her. Not now, not ever.”

Jonathan cleared his throat, bringing them back to the present. “Anyway, moving on, Pam Pam and Trin are planning to throw Hamisa a birthday party on Saturday. Since her birthday’s on the 14th, and you know that's Valentine’s Day, they figured it’d be easier to do it on Saturday.”

Joshua smiled. “We’re going to spoil her. She deserves it.”

Jeyce, with a playful grin, piped up from the couch. “I got enough money for a Pandora charm bracelet.”

Joe chuckled. “Okay, nephew. Ice her out.”

Joshua laughed, shaking his head.

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hamisawoo Happy Birthday to my beautiful big sister, my Aquarius twin, the one who knows me better than anyone else!

I can’t even begin to put into words how much I cherish our bond, and today I’m especially reflecting on all the love, laughter, and memories we’ve shared over the years. From childhood to adulthood, you’ve been my constant, always there through every high, every low, and every crazy dream I’ve had. I will never take for granted how you’ve supported me through it all.

I’ll never forget the joy of being pregnant at the same time as you. It was such a magical experience to go through that journey together. The excitement, the struggles, and the shared moments of wonder, it felt like we were living parallel lives in the best possible way. Now, seeing our girls, I can only hope that they grow up with the same kind of bond we share. The kind that is unbreakable, deep, and full of unconditional love.

Thank you, xuxuzinho, for being my rock. For believing in me, supporting my wildest goals, and accepting my craziness with open arms. You have always been my biggest cheerleader, and I am forever grateful.

Today is all about celebrating you, your heart, your spirit, and the amazing woman you are. May this year bring you as much happiness, love, and joy as you’ve brought into my life. Happy Birthday, @belmirawoo. I love you to the moon and back, forever and always.

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Hamisa stood in awe of the scene before her, her heart swelling with pride. She had been planning this day for weeks, and it was finally coming to life. The backyard, which on any other day would have been a humble stretch of grass, was now transformed into a dazzling, extravagant celebration fit for royalty. It was her older sister Belmira’s 38th birthday, and Hamisa was determined to make it an unforgettable super-luxe, super-orange-themed soirée that would leave everyone talking for years to come.

Guests were welcomed through a grand entrance beneath a glowing neon sign that read “BELMIRA” in a giant, eye-catching orange scrawl. The sign pulsed with energy, lighting up the evening air like an electric heartbeat. It was impossible to ignore. As the guests walked beneath it, they were immediately transported into a world that felt like a dream. The scene that awaited them was nothing short of magical.

The entire backyard had been transformed into a lavish oasis where every detail was bathed in shades of orange, the birthday girl's favorite color. Strings of vibrant orange flowers cascaded from the ceiling like a floral chandelier, adding a touch of whimsy to the atmosphere.

The flowers hung over an array of plush chairs and couches, all dressed in throw pillows and blankets in varying hues of orange. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blossoms, mingling perfectly with the warm, inviting aroma of the gourmet food stations that dotted the space.

The drinks were served in sleek orange cups emblazoned with "Belmira 38" in shimmering gold letters, while paper straws topped with glamorous selfies of Belmira herself added a playful touch to each beverage.

Nearby, neon signs flashed with witty quotes from Belmira, illuminating the space and reminding everyone of her signature humor and radiant personality. Each one seemed to reflect her, from the clever quips about life and love to the bold declarations of self-confidence. The atmosphere was electric, vibrant, exuberant, and undeniably Belmira.

The dancefloor was a light-up spectacle, the lights shifting in time with the rhythm of the music, calling guests to step up and show off their best moves. Everywhere Hamisa looked, she saw smiling faces, her family, friends, and loved ones all gathered to celebrate the incredible woman who had shaped so much of her life. But the true star of the night, of course, was Belmira, and Hamisa couldn’t help but beam with pride at the sight of her sister.

Belmira stood near the center of the party, her energy infectious as she chatted with friends and family, radiating a warmth that could light up an entire room. She wore a stunning dress that shimmered with every movement, the perfect balance of glamour and sophistication. Hamisa couldn’t help but admire her. Belmira was, without a doubt, the queen of the evening. And yet, even amid all the attention, Belmira never lost her sense of humor or her down-to-earth charm.

As Hamisa surveyed the scene, she noticed Jhream crawling along the floor, laughing, dancing, and babbling as if she were the life of the party. The sight of her daughter’s joyful squeals made Hamisa’s heart swell with love. Jhream was so full of life, a true delight to everyone around her. Hamisa’s gaze shifted back to her sister.

“I can't wait for Neusa to start crawling,” Belmira said, watching Jhream with a fond smile.

Hamisa chuckled softly. “Until she starts getting into everything in the house, then you’ll wish she wasn’t crawling anymore.”

As if on cue, Jhream let out a squeal of excitement, clapping her hands in delight. At that moment, Joshua walked in, his presence unmistakable as he approached the two sisters.

“Baby girl knows how to make her daddy feel special,” Joshua said with a grin, bending down to pick up Jhream, who immediately melted into his arms with a happy coo.

Hamisa watched them fondly, her eyes softening as she observed the bond between father and daughter. It wasn’t always easy to navigate the complexities of family dynamics, especially with Joshua, but for Jhream’s sake, they were all trying to make it work.

“Happy Birthday, sis,” Joshua said, handing Belmira a gift bag with a smile.

Belmira raised an eyebrow playfully, pretending to hesitate before accepting the bag. “I don’t know if I like you again just yet,” she teased, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

Hamisa rolled her eyes at the exchange. She knew that there was still some lingering tension within the family, especially between Joshua and some of the other relatives. But tonight was about celebrating Belmira, and they would all do their best to keep the peace.

“I gotta fight for my number one spot in the family again, I get it,” Joshua said, a teasing grin on his face.

“You were never number one, tell him, babe,” Belmira’s husband, Breno, chimed in with a mock glare. He had been married to Belmira for six years now.

“Now y’all both know y’all ain’t number one,” Caio, Hamisa’s older brother, added with a laugh. He always had a knack for stirring up fun chaos within the family.

“Do we like him again?” Carlacia, Breno’s ten-year-old daughter, asked, looking up at Joshua with a curious expression.

“He’s on probation,” Breno answered with a smirk, a playful warning in his voice.

“Thank you for the gift, Joshua,” Belmira said, finally accepting it with a gracious smile. She knew how to navigate the complexities of family, always keeping the atmosphere light and full of laughter, no matter the tensions.

Joshua smiled, his eyes softening as he watched Jhream rest her head on his shoulder, her small form relaxed and content.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, his voice warm.

Just as the moment seemed to settle into peaceful harmony, Jhream yawned, her little eyes closing as she drifted off to sleep in her father’s arms.

“Okay, let’s go put her down for a nap,” Hamisa said softly, her tone gentle as she reached for Joshua’s hand.

Joshua nodded, his smile never fading as he followed Hamisa inside the house. His gaze lingered on her, a teasing grin forming on his lips.

“Thank you, Jhream, for mommy’s new curves,” he said, his voice filled with lighthearted humor.

Hamisa shot him a look over her shoulder, rolling her eyes. “Shut up,” she muttered, her lips twitching as if she were trying not to smile.

Joshua chuckled, his gaze still lingering on her. “Once we put her down, you gotta show me how that ass moves,” he added, his voice low and playful.

Hamisa couldn’t help but laugh as she shook her head. “You’re insufferable.”

Together, they walked into the house, placing Jhream gently in Neusa’s crib, where the two babies would sleep side by side. The peaceful scene was a brief moment of calm before the whirlwind of the party resumed.

“Come on,” Joshua urged with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Let’s go back to the party.”

They stepped back out into the backyard, just as the bass of the music began to pulse through the air. The song “Deadly” by Stefflon Don and Victony blasted from the speakers, the upbeat rhythm filling the space with energy. Hamisa couldn’t resist. She moved to the beat, swaying and dancing against Joshua, the music becoming a thread that wove them together. He gripped her waist, his movements matching hers as they danced in perfect sync.

Hermione, Hamisa’s younger sister, couldn’t resist capturing the moment. She pulled out her phone, laughing as she pointed the camera at the couple. “Get this on film! Oh, they ain’t gonna believe this,” she said, her voice laced with amusement as she recorded them dancing together.

Hamisa and Joshua continued to move together, lost in the rhythm of the music, the moment feeling like a perfect blend of love, laughter, and family. The world outside their bubble seemed to fade, and for that brief moment, it was just the two of them, their connection as undeniable as the music that surrounded them.

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hamisawoo The birthday countdown begins! ✨🎉 This Valentine’s Day baby is turning 36, and I’m feeling all kinds of grateful for the journey that got me here. 🌹💖

35 was a year full of growth, transformation, and so many beautiful moments. I became a mom (a role I cherish deeply) and discovered a new level of self-love and acceptance that I never knew was possible. It’s amazing how life can surprise you when you open your heart to change and embrace every new chapter with open arms. 🌸

This past year taught me that it’s never too late to reinvent yourself, to pour into your own happiness, and to find joy in the everyday. 35 was kind to me, and now I’m ready to take on 36 with even more purpose, passion, and a whole lot of love for the person I’ve become. 💫

I can’t wait to see what this next chapter has in store. Here’s to more growth, more adventures, and more moments that make my heart full. Cheers to 36 and everything it will bring! 🎂💕

#BirthdayCountdown #ValentineBaby #SelfLove #NewBeginnings #GratefulHeart

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