#i don't have words to describe it but yeah-

[shinningdance]

Washed clean

Trying angst for the first time, tips are very welcome!!

warnings: waterboarding, flashbacks, nudity (no one sees or does anything), let me know if i need to add more

summery: After a bad mission when the enemy took you for information, they waterboarded you which left Memorys. After your team got you back, you're still having troubles.

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The restrainments are hurting.

You keep pulling to try away, trying to get away from the water that's being poured over your face.

Your throat hurts.

The water getting down your throat results in gagging, which hasn't stopped yet.

It feels like you're drowning.

Which isn't right, it's way too little water and you're currently dodging that.

They keep talking, they want Information. Information you're not giving them, they'd have to kill you.

Every day for the last week they have been pouring water over your face, trying to get you to break.

They keep going for what feels like hours but realistically are only a few seconds up to barely a minute. But in that very moment, it can only be described as hours.

At this point, they should just end you. It would be mercy. No. No, you can't think like that, your teams gonna get you. Safe and sound.

With too much force they throw you on that stupid chair, ropes going around your arms and legs. Your head is yanked back by your hair, a cloth over you mouth and nose.

Almost immediately they throw water over your face, making you choke on it as you somehow try to dodge it. Head going left and right as the water follows.

"Dove?"

Your eyes snap open, starring at the white door fro where the voice came from. You look back and see the safe house's bathroom.

Right.

You're safe, you've been safe for the last 3 months. They saved you 3 months ago.

Water has been a touchy subject. While they understand what happened and how it might have affected your mind, they don't actually know how to help.

"Dove..? Are you alright?" The voice, Kyle, is followed by a small knock after you don't answer, again. "I'm opening the door.." He warns and very slowly looks inside.

You're sitting on the floor again, towel around your dry body and the shower is on. He doesn't need to ask what happened, he already knows.

He sits down next to you, back pressed against the marbel tiles. His arm goes behind your back and very softly grabs your waist, pulling you towards his side.

"Another flashback?" He asks, rubbing your arm.

You hum in responds, head dropping on his shoulder.

"You don't have to shower, there are other possibilities..." Kyle offers.

"My hair stinks." You counter, pointing at your hair.

"hm.." he huffs, smiling. "Think you can put your whole head under water?"

"..." You know the answer, yet you have to try. "..Maybe."

"Maybe what?" Johnny asks, stepping into the bathroom.

"Maybe i'll finally be able to wash this bird nest." You hum, watching as he flops down onto the ground next to you, leaning against the wall.

"It's not that bad..." Kyle interjects, his hand petting your head.

You stare at him, not believing him one bit. You have seen yourself, it's bad. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to step under the shower, the water on your face only bringing up bad memory's.

"He's wrong, dinnae trust 'im." Johnny whispers into your ear, earning himself a smack to the head by the other sergeant. "'ay!" He nags, rubbing the spot on his head.

"If something goes wrong just scream, yeah?" Kyle smiles, rubbing up and down on your arm.

"We'll save you from the water monsters." Johnny claims, wrapping one arm around your shoulder to pull you to himself.

You can't help but smile, nodding along to whatever they're saying. "My knights in shinning armor, hm?" You joke, shaking your head in disbelief.

"Yup." Kyle nods, standing up to give you some privacy.

You watch him leave, only for him to re-enter 2 seconds later. "Johnny, get your ass out and give the lady some space."

It's funny watching him almost bolt out, flashing you another grin before closing the door behind him.

With shaky knees you stand up, towel still around your body from your earlier attempt. The water is still running and you carefully reach out, checking the temperature. After making it's warm, you take baby steps and get in the bathtub. Washing your body isn't a problem anymore, with some help at the very start you could take small showers again. This isn't a small shower anymore, the water would be over your head, recreating the feeling you loath.

You drop the towel after getting in, making sure it stays dry. With a shaky breath you step closer, the shower head close to your face. Closing your eyes would only make it worse so you force them to stay open, making sure no one's forcing the water over your head.

It's touching your hair, a lot of the water it. One small step back and it's touching your eyebrow. The small bit of water that streams down your face is enough for you to step back out and wrap your body in the towel. Immediately walking to the bathroom door and opening it, you're face to face with the same men from earlier. With a sheepish look on your face you mumble. "I couldn't do it..."

You don't bother to look at their faces, already imagining their disappointment.

The two men look at each other before smiling at you. "Would you like some help?"

You think you misheard, how would they help you? You lift your head, looking at their determinated faces.

"I'm scared to ask but...how?" You mumbles and watch as they both start smiling.

Kyle softly grabs your shoulders and brings you back inside the bathroom, Johnny is already starting to fill the bathtub and...taking off his shirt.

"Easy." Kyle smiles and forces you to sit down on the floor again. "One will be in the water with you and the other will be washing your hair, that sound good to you?"

It takes you a small moment to process this words. In the tub. with you. One of them, not both. They would do that just so you can have normal hair again. With a small nod you watch as they prepare everything.

Kyle is grabbing your hair brush, Shampoo, conditioner and a leave in mask.

Johnny is putting stuff in the tub, lots of bubbles appearing within seconds, he keeps putting in his hand to make sure it's not too hot for you.

After a few minutes he gets in, shorts still on, and spreads his legs to make room for you. "I'm not peaking, swear!" he smiles puts both his hands in front of his face, Kyle is turning around, giving you a bit of privacy.

Slowly you let the towel drop and get in as well, back to Johnny's chest. You gather some of the bubbles and hide your body with it. Almost immediately you can feel his hands around your waist, holding you in place. You melt into him, head dropping to his shoulder.

"ay think I'm comfy" Johnny claims, his chest shaking slightly from his laughing.

"Very." Kyle affirms.

You might need to question how he would know that if you're leaning against him, but that's a question for later. Kyle slowly starts to brush your hair, adding a bit of water every now and then. He's careful to not get it anywhere near your face for now, you hardly notice, too busy chatting with your pillow.

"thank you..for doing this." You mumble, nose pressed against the side of his neck.

"Dinnae worry...we'll always help you out." Johnny smiles, one hand slightly squeezing your waist.

Kyle keeps working on your hair and every now and then you tense up, feeling the water close to your face. He places his hands by your Forehand, even if the water ran down the opposite side, it wouldn't get in your face.

You get a small warning from Kyle and a gentle squeeze of encouragement from Johnny before a bit of water streams down from the very top of your head to your ends. This repeats a few more times before you can only feel soft hands massaging your head. You hum and close your eyes, going very limp against Johnny

"Don't fall asleep now.." Kyle warns with a small chuckle, hands leaving your head to grab your towel and dry your hair for you.

"But it's no comfy..." You mumble, head pressing further into the side of Johnny's neck.

The water is still comfortably warm but the bubbles are slowly disappearing.

Kyle stands up and turns around but still holds the towel out for you. You turn your head, staring at the Scot who's eyes are already closed. You smile and slowly stand up, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around your body once more.

"Thank you again...means a lot." You mumble, drying yourself off while the guys avoid looking at you.

"Of course, no need to thank us." Kyle counters, lips turning into a small smile as he feels your form pressed against his.

"Ay, so i dinnae get a hug?" Johnny mumbles, standing up from the tub. He's completely wet but doesn't seem to care.

"Why are your eyes open? What if i was naked, huh?" You challenge, smiling as you clutch the towel to your body.

"Then i would have enjoyed the sight." He shrugs, smirk plastered onto his face as he grabs his own towel.

"Stop being a pervert." Kyle mumbles, already walking outside with the other man following.

You shake your head in amusement and start changing clothes, something comfortable.

After that you find the two men in the common room, watching some random movie. Without words you sit down between them, they don't seem to mind with the way they get closer to you.

"This is trash." Kyle groans crosses his legs.

"What?! Take 'at back!" Johnny shouts, fully offended his silly little drama show was insulted.

"There are so many better shows." Counters the other man

"nu uh. This is the best show." Johnny remarks, crossing his arms.

"What do you even like about this? Everything is so obviously fake."

"Fake like your personality-"

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"What am i looking at?" John mumbles, starring at the three sleeping people before him.

"No idea." Simon replies, equally as confused as his captain.

They were called because of some people fighting and cursing and what not and now they see this.

Kyle laying on his back, leaning against the couch.

You on top, back against chest.

And lastly, Johnny sleeping on his stomach and using your stomach as a pillow.

All three knocked out, hard.

...

"Tea?" offers John

"please" confirms Simon.

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a/n: i've been sick since last week monday so you're going to take this and never talk that i didn't post this on the weekend :)) also not proofread!!!

[balladofboothill]

Fifth Third

Joe burrow x wnba player!r

an : we're gonna pretend Cincinnati has a wnba team, Cleveland had one called the rockers a while ago so im just gonna use that

warnings : nothing just a nosy reporter and allusions to sex

To say everything hurt was an understatement, you had zoned out a while ago, losing track of what your coach was droning on about. Rockers has gotten their first play off win in franchise history but not without you being fouled and shoved over and over again. Being snapped out of your trance when some reporter asked about the bengals jersey you had worn to this game and how it felt to be back in Cincinnati. Fumbling over your own words spitting out an answer of "yeah it feels amazing to be back home and bring this team their first playoff win, I spent 3 of my college years here at this arena so it feels like I never left. And on the jersey, I gotta rep the city's greatest." You say with a dry laugh. "Please let this be over soon." You silently beg what ever god might be listening.

"Private but not a secret" was the best way to describe your relationship with Joe, meeting at Paris fashion week and the rest has been history. When the wnba announced the Cincinnati expansion team you knew that you should go back home, more importantly back to Joe.

After what felt like forever you were finally freed from the press, gathering all your bags and sending a "be home in 20 :)" text to Joe, even though he's 100% asleep on the couch. After a mind numbing drive home you finally reach the road you and Joe live on. Almost feeling the rain shower that was installed last winter for moments like this.

"Joe I'm back." You yell in the entry way flinging all your bags down, that's a later you issue. Suddenly you hear the sound of pans hitting the tile of your kitchen. "It's fineee don't worry." Joe yells back, mentally cursing himself out for ruining his suprise of making a a sheet of your favorite cookies to celebrate the win.

Turning a corner you see every pan you own on the floor and Joe looking like a kicked puppy. "What the hell happened here baby." You pry, "uhhh I was trying you make you those cookies your grandmother always made you post win but the fucking drawer we keep the pans in broke." He mumbled out. He was very confused once you bust out laughing, between heaves he works out "you're so cute" and "this is so sweet but you need supervision in the kitchen"

Pulling him in to a hug and kissing his bright red cheek, "you are the best ever, thank you so much baby." You say grabbing a cookie, Joe let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you tell him "these are so fucking good."

You really needed to shower, the bright orange rocker shirt was stuck to you at this point, spinning around to go to the shower, "aren't you gonna join me? If you wanna congratulate me on this win I have an idea." Teasing Joe always worked in your favor

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[mvctavish]

𝐑𝐄𝐃-𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃

pairing: john price x medic!reader

notes: ok i know i said i won't be able to post until later in the week but this came to me in a dream and i must share my suffering. i will get to most of the requests this week!! there's a lot more than i originally thought i'd get so it may be a little while

summary: you were one of the best medics in the game. you never lost a soldier you worked on, so what happens when you can't handle the first death on your hands? price tries his best to be there in the moment to guide you — you're a valued member of his team, and he'd be damned if he let the grief suffocate you.

cw: f!medic!reader, blood n gore (general war stuff idk), minor character death (not price or reader), grief, probably medical inaccuracies, hints of pining (from price), some other heavy themes, NOT proofread cause i don't have time i'm sorry! wc: 1.2k

JOHN PRICE had known you for years. You were a capable soldier, and an even better combat medic. Your record was clean. Recruiting you into Task Force 141 had been a very easy and quick decision when it was first formed, and you'd been part of the team ever since. It definitely didn't have anything to do with the fact that the Captain fancied you.

Many new sides of you were revealed to Price now that he was your commanding officer — all of them valuable in their own right. You weren't one to let yourself be pushed around. You had a backbone, and a strong attitude. You weren't afraid to speak your mind — especially when it came to the health and safety of your boys. It was admirable, really. You were practically a mama bear, protective yet soft when needed, truly caring for your teammates and any other soldiers. You always completed objectives to a T, going above and beyond.

But the sight of you now was staggering.

Erratic, panicked, and - for lack of better words - unhinged were the best way to describe you. Your shaking, blood-soaked fingers pressed down hard against slick skin, your breaths panting like a rabid animal. Your gloves had been discarded, and various random supplies has split from your bag when you'd unzipped it to grab the necessities.

It was supposed to be a simple cleaning house mission. Nothing out of the ordinary, but a private had gotten caught in a nasty crossfire — and the result was a bullet skimming the carotid artery in his neck. Even in a proper hospital, a wound like that has a high mortality rate. It's useless, you know, but you've never lost a soldier before. He is not going to be the first.You'd dragged his limp body by the vest and down a hall into cover, immediately dropping to your knees to get to work.

There was blood, so much blood. The copper stench burned your nostrils, causing your hands to grow slippery as you desperately tried to put enough pressure onto the bullet wound to slow the bleeding. Red continued to pour forth, slipping through the cracks in your fingers. “Fuck!” You cursed, chest heaving with your labored breathing. “Come on, goddamn it!” Your voice cracked, one bloody hand gently cupping the soldier's jaw. Your fingers left splotchy marks on his pallid skin, red staining practically everything. “Stay with me, yeah? ‘M gonna fix this. ‘M gonna fix this. It's okay.” Your voice was shaking, and you hadn't even realized the tears that stained the apples of your heated cheeks until the salty tang hit your tongue.

It felt like an eternity, pressing gauze down against the wound, squeezing, doing anything you could think of in your adrenaline high. Fingers trembled, fumbling with the now pink-tinted gauze, the fabric barely stable in your grasp. The raspy, pained breathing of the private had long since halted, but the blood rushing in your ears rendered you deaf to the outside world. A panicked cry escaped you as you shifted on your knees, both hands still pressing against the wound. Tears flow down your cheeks and you choke- a strong hand grips one of your wrists, trying to pry it away. You're insistent, struggling against him as he crouched beside you.

“Let ‘em go, love.” The gravelly voice is familiar, though riddled with seriousness and firmness. He knew this was going to take a while, which was why he'd let Simon take charge, but nothing could've prepared him for the state you're in now. “He's gone.”

“No, no, no!” You sobbed uncontrollably, and it frightens Price. This was unlike the woman he knew - the one he'd fallen for - once level-headed and strong. You're crumbling. It's then that Price firmly grips both of your wrists, using the leverage to yank your entire being away from the body. The air is knocked out of you as you're jerked backwards against the solid plate of Price's armor, falling against his strong form and staying limp.

Price's heart lurches at the sight of you, hands and sleeves stained with blood — not to mention the fingerprints painted across your forehead and jaw, no doubt from you trying to brush your hair out of your face. “You're okay,” Price's voice is still firm, trying to ground you as one of his arms wrap around your back, the other cradling your head. Your body is practically draped across his legs, form shaking with the intensity of your emotions.

"He was just a kid!” You cried out, voice hoarse.

“I know,” Price replied, hand slipping from the back of your helmet to rest on the nape of your neck, fingers gently massaging the skin there in hopes of offering a semblance of comfort. “I'm sorry. You did your best, that's all that matters.”

You sob again, and he tightens his hold around you. The hand on the back of your neck stills and he gently pulls you back to sit you up. Price's gloved hands are quick to cradle your face, forcing your eyes to remain on him and not the lifeless corpse just a meter behind you. His thumbs swipe across your cheeks, collecting crystalline tears and thick blood. “Breathe with me.” His chest rises with a deep inhale through the nose. He holds. Then, releases through his mouth. Price repeated the boxing breaths as long as it took, his fingers gently digging little indents into your cheeks, hoping that the gentle pressure will help pull you back to reality and ground you.

“C'mon, you can do it, love. Yeah, there you go.” A faint smile crosses Price's features when you finally manage to match his breaths, skin crinkling around his eyes. “Good girl.”

The flight back to base is silent between you and Price. The whirling blades of the helo were barely audible with your headset on, muffling the noises around you. It's time like this, when things are quiet and still, that your thoughts get the best of you again. You were not good enough. You are not good enough. If you'd been quicker, thought smarter, and didn't let your panic get the best of you, then maybe-

You're nudged gently, ripped from your doubts, and you look to your left to see Price gazing down at you. There's visible worry in his azure eyes. Words don't need to be passed for the captain to know you're at a breaking point. One of your knees is bouncing, and the grip you have on your seat belt is strong and firm, tension lingering in your body. Price clenched his jaw, catching onto the look you yourself wore. He reached for your hand with his left, glove rubbing against glove as you took hold, his steady grip encasing your own. You look to the flooring of the helicopter, brows furrowing as a tightness in your chest explodes. Your head moved quickly, burying your face against your captain's shoulder. Price freezes, caught off-guard, though he recovers in mere seconds. His free hand wrapped around his front, palm coming to rest over the side of your face to shield you from the prying eyes of the others in the helo.

He knows this ordeal is weighing on you, and the mental burdens you carried outweighed any injuries you could've sustained. Healing will take time, but you won't be alone.

[pascalislove]

THE CALL: Han Jeong-Won x Fem!Reader~19

Summary: Your arrival would change everything, even if Jeong-Won didn't know it yet.

Warnings: female reader, piv, , age difference(unspecified), creampie, sex on the couch, unprotected sex.

The room was immersed in dim light. The movie was moving on the screen, but neither of them were paying attention. Y/N was curled up next to Jeong-Won on the couch, their faces too close to focus on anything but each other. Their lips touched again and again, each kiss longer than the last. Y/N's soft laughter mixed with the slow pace of the scene that no one was watching. Jeong-Won slid a hand around her waist, pulling her even closer, completely oblivious to the outside world.

The idyll was suddenly broken when Jeong-Won's phone began to ring insistently on the coffee table. —Ignore it,— he murmured against her lips, refusing to move. Y/N giggled, amused by his stubbornness. But the device wouldn't budge, vibrating relentlessly with his boss's name on the screen. —"I don't think he's going to give up,"— she joked, barely breaking away to look at him mischievously. Frustrated, Jeong-Won sighed heavily and reluctantly grabbed the phone, bringing the phone to his ear. -Yeah? —He responded with his usual cold tone as he walked towards the window. Y/N watched him, trying to hold back her laughter as he watched him deal with what was clearly an endless conversation. —Sure, I'll check it tomorrow... Yes, I understand... —The seriousness of his expression only made Y/N want to tease him more. With a mischievous smile, he crept closer. —Okay, but...— Before he could finish his sentence, Y/N began to kiss his neck softly, leaving small warm trails that made him tense. —Y/N...—he murmured in a low tone, trying to push her away without success while his boss continued talking on the other side.

She stifled a laugh, enjoying watching him lose control for one more. She continued kissing him playfully, without giving him any respite. —Yes, I understand,— Jeong-Won said, his voice noticeably tense, trying to maintain his composure as Y/N continued with her antics. Finally, with a defeated sigh, he ended the call abruptly. —Was it necessary?— he asked, turning to look at her with a mixture of reproach and amusement. —“Absolutely,”— she replied, laughing as she backed away from the couch. —"You look so cute when you're frustrated".— -Cute? —he repeated in disbelief, advancing towards her slowly. —"Cute and desperate,"— she added, winking at her. —You're going to pay for this,—Jeong-Won growled, his voice deep and heavy with promise.

Before she could process his words, he grabbed her waist, gently twisting her until she was trapped between the back of the couch and his body. The world stopped in that instant, and the air around them became dense, almost electric. His lips found her without hesitation, claiming her with a mixture of contained fury and latent desire.

The kiss was slow at first, as if he wanted to torture her with the sweetness of his control. However, the tension that had been building between them during those brief moments exploded, and the contact became urgent, hungry. She slid her fingers down the back of his neck, tangling them in his dark hair as she pulled him closer, as if the closeness wasn't enough anymore. Jeong-Won's lips moved over hers with a precision that could only be described as devastating, as if he were determined to make her forget anything but him.

—You have no idea what you just started,—he whispered against her lips, his breathing erratic, but laden with tantalizing promises. She smiled faintly, challenging him silently, without the need for words. And that seemed to push him even further to the brink of surrender. Jeong-Won lowered himself slowly, leaving a line of warm kisses from her jaw to the crook of her neck, where her pulse was racing.

The room was filled with their breathy sighs and the soft touch of their bodies, which settled perfectly on that sofa that now seemed like the only place in the world that mattered. She arched her back instinctively, seeking more of his touch as his hands traced paths that sent shivers down her spine with every second. Jeong-Won looked at her then, his dark eyes shining with something deep, almost reverent. —I'm not going to rush,—he promised quietly, his lips brushing hers. —Not when I have you here.— And so he did. Between slow caresses and endless kisses, time lost its meaning. The sofa became the silent witness of his dedication, where every touch and every look said what words could never express.

Until finally he entered her and began to cover her slowly, she begged him to go faster, but true to his word he did not rush. Y/N moaned non-stop, until finally they both came. When everything was finally calm, she rested on his chest, both of them breathing hard, but satisfied. Jeong-Won ran a hand through his hair tenderly, leaving behind any trace of the impenetrable man he used to be. —“I definitely paid,”— she murmured with a soft smile, without opening her eyes. Jeong-Won let out a low laugh, the sound vibrating against his skin. —I haven't finished charging you yet,— he whispered close to her ear. —What....?—Y/N say. But before she could say more, Jeong-Won had already caught her in his arms, leaning over her as they both laughed helplessly. The film was still in progress, but now it was the last of his interests.

This story does not follow the plot of the series, tell me if you like it and if you want me to tag you in the chapters🫶

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THE CALL MASTERLIST

[neristudy]

I would really like to share this app with all of you - Polygloss!

The premise is really simple - you are given a picture, and you need to describe it in a way that the other person will understand! Then, you'll be given the other person's description, and will need to figure out, which picture it is!

I cannot say enough how good it is for your brain. And if you will make a mistake, don't worry - other person can correct it, and you'll be able to give them a lil' reward as a thanks!

But also, you can use your energy in this app for it's analysis of your answers, and it will tell you, what are your strengths, what are your weaknesses, and on what you will need to work better! Or even will say, what is a better way to word what you have written!

As you can see, I have a long road ahead. But maybe, we can go on this walk together!

Feel free to join me! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

Also yeah, there's a lot of languages, not just Eng and German owo

[zaddizu]

my TWD dr ⋆˚｡⋆ .

Zayda Covey -> 15, turning 16 on the 21st of july

꩜ .ᐟ set in 2025 ౨ৎ

-> after the world turned to shit, zay found herself in the middle of a traffic jam. then, in a blink, she was sat in the back of a red pick up truck with glenn rhee wielding the steering wheel, a herd on their tail and a gun pelting bullets in her hand.

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relationships ⋆˚࿔

i have no parents — but lori has basically taken me under her wing as if i was her own.

Luke Dixon ; younger brother of Daryl Dixon and, so to say, my 'sworn rival' since primary school. (now i KNOW yall know where this is going . . .)

he's also my s/o !!! and yall hes FINE. like OH MY GAHVG ( ´ཀ` ) this man is a walking version of MY TYPE. fine shyt, a handsome lad, my dinner, HOWEVER YOU DESCRIBE IT. the sarcasm? the witty comebacks? the banter? THE GENUINELY KIND SOUL BURIED UNDER THE ROUGH EXTERIOR? oh my GODS kiss me.

we arent dating YET — but theres totally chemistry yall ...... like the type of chemistry that balances each other out perfectly yk </3 like 'they piss me off to the point i kind of love it'

tropes :

★ frienemies to lovers

★ everyone sees it but us

★ secret dating

★ slow burn

. . .

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extra / aesthetics ⋆˙⟡

★ in my dr, zombies aren’t as attracted to me as others. like the way mosquitoes are attracted to certain blood types.

★ i have a solar powered powerbank (yeah, phone addict, hate on me) for my phone and other small things. although there’s obviously no internet, i can play music, take photos, and - most importantly - play candy crush :33

★ zombies don't smell like shit . . . im sorry i couldn't handle that.

★ i have this for all my drs, but i have a pocket watch that shows the time in my DR and my OR - if i press down the crown intentionally i shift to my waiting room !!! it always makes its way back to my pocket, kinda like percy jackson's sword.

. . .

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me ⟢

Zayda Covey — 15 years old

bisexual :: she / her ★

— brown hair, hazel eyes. typically strolls in baggy jeans, thick boots, and big jackets with a knife tucked neatly in her back pocket. has an array of tattoos scattered across her body - most of them done in the school bathrooms.

✦°. ───

ESTP ; the adventurer. every single word that flows out of her mouth is sarcasm.

. . .

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oh my GOD this was a yap fest.... this took me a week what the SKIBIDI. BTW no spoilers in the comments, im - embarrassingly - only up to season 3 (III╥_╥⁠)

happy shifting!

[murderenjoyer]

Book Geralt is surprisingly extremely cute??

When Yennifer made him come with her to a sorceress party, he didn't want to go but he sucked it up and put on his fancy clothes and went anyway because Yennifer is his special girl. And Yennifer was like "do NOT embarass me in front of the ladies. See that buffet? You can eat off it, but don't act like you're enjoying yourself oh my GOD there is no bigger faux pas than to appear to be enjoying yourself while eating. Geralt are you listening to me? Look unhappy while you eat. Oh also btw it doesn't matter how much you eat it's illusion food so you'll never feel full anyway lmao. Anyway I'm going over there to mingle, here's a comically small plate to eat off of." And she just fucks off and leaves him standing there.

So Geralt starts nibbling illusion food standing around awkwardly and some sorceresses nearby are stage whistering back and forth about how lucky Yen is cuz Geralt is so hot and they wanna fuck him. And Geralt just. Blushes? Up to his ears? And stares at the floor eating illusion food faster cuz he's embarrassed????

Why is he so fucking cute what

And then later on when Geralt, Dandelion, Milva and Regis are all trekking across the lands to save Ciri from a place Geralt just assumes she's at based on vibes, everyone starts to complain they're tired from walking non-stop and saying they need a break right now and Geralt throws a tantrum like "this is why I work alone I'm a lone wolf a sigma male a spector in the night I should go off alone" and Dandelion is like "yeah okay whatever buddy. Anyway we're taking a break." And they sit by a river making fish soup while Geralt sits a ways away grumbling and brooding.

And a little bit later Dandelion is like "food's ready, Geralt r u gonna stop having a hissy fit and eat?" And Geralt is like ">:( ...yeah" and stalks over there all mad and grabs some and sits on a log angrily eating soup.

Why is he so god damn adorable?!!?!?

In what I'd seen of Geralt up until I bought the books (netflix show, bits and pieces of the 3rd game, most of the Polish show), I'd never considered "cute" as a word to describe him. But in the books he's fucking CUTE man.

[screamingcrows]

auphie i have a silly thought i wanted to share if you will hear me out hehe, you do not have to post this, but you always send me silly stuff so i wanted to do one for you in return!

so, i keep thinking about how the lore with rhinegust is moving very rapidly and that has also made me think of how dottore and celeste would change beside rhine and august. so i guess my question is how much would celeste change a couple years down the line? And how much do you think celeste/dottore would also have grown/changed together over the years?

i hope i worded this correctly my brain is v foggy still. If you need any clarification you know where to find me lmao

I think Celeste gradually opens up over the course of a few years with Dottore. Gets better at figuring out what she wants instead of just going along with what everyone around her wants. I think Dottore probably comes to terms with some of the parts of himself that he used to despise - not that he comes to like them - but he can at least live with it.

They definitely become that old married couple who just look at each other and Know™️what the other is thinking. It's funny, because where I know rhinedottir and august change quite a bit, Celeste and Dottore are pretty boring in that regard? Most of their development happens before they ever acknowledge their feelings for the other...

There's a breaking point for Celeste where she completely gives up on Dottore because he's trying to keep her at arm's length. Her absence makes Dottore realise that sure, he can do this alone, but he doesn't want to. Ah and of course, Celeste finds peace with having done horrible things and being reminded that everything doesn't have to be perfect :3

[cementcornfield]

Ja'Marr talks about Joe "screaming" at him in college for wearing warming lotion 🔥

[kaiserouo]

i found another big armored angel and you know what that means

i love his design. also oneshot btw im not getting into another decade old game.

[janeiscompletelyfine]

Speaking of torture I decided to hurt myself again (second time this week?!) and watched the Dead Poets Society for the first time hahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha :)

And. Um.

✨Keen✨

Ohh he's just a little guy with social anxiety leave him aloneeee

Rrrrrip! Thank you Keating I needed that.

No :)

I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK, CUTTING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH A GOLDEN TRACK!

Oh my gosh they're so gay. All of them. Do we ship Keating and the Latin teacher? Because I do.

ThE sAxOpHoNe

Fuck that guy.

Those two are the gayest of gay your honor. This is truth.

GO KNOX (that girl is really pretty jriwoghosj)

OH FUCK THAT GUY!

Oh shit.

Uh, did I have a soul before this? I don't think so.

Oh Captain, My Captain! says Jane, me, in tears, forever changed.

He's alright he's alright he's alright he's alright broke my heart into a million little pieces, I don't know who I am anymore, everybody's sad, and now I have to do things?! I need to go contemplate life and write poetry actually. That's my calling now. My reference: John Keating.

❤️Jane

[professor-doc-emeritus]

Review of the Tumblr incel tag:

- lots of fandoms/artists doing incel aus as an excuse to draw their oc/blorbo in glasses and getting bullied, here 'incel' is more used as a synonym for 'nerd'

- women/feminists posting screenshots of incel posting and saying they want to kill men underneath them

- lots of tongue-in-cheek posts of girls posting cute selfies and going "nooooooo I'm such an incel 🤪"

-a frankly concerning amount of posts fantasizing about raping/getting raped by an incel. I'd say this is the majority of the tag by a comfortable margin.

- <1% actual incels posting incel things

[dollopheadsandclotpoles]

Kinda fucked how even authors of queer literature or creators of queer media refuse to use the word "asexual" in relation to their characters. Why do I keep seeing these people say things like "yeah I consider this character ace but I didn't want to commit to it in the text"

[schizowitchic]

also like i partially found out i might be intersex because i was looking at trans stuff and there was like "(however many) months on t and finally seeing some bottom growth" and like pictures of t-dicks and i was like.... um.... that's kind of just what my clit looks like anyways. so i was like "hey google give me a quick rundown on this" and learned what clitoromegaly was and then i was like. hm. intersex resources. and it's like a sign? symptom? side-effect? of certain intersex conditions

[campbyler]

nobody read too closely when mike is teaching will how to drive. thanks !

[artheresy]

Yingxing Appreciation 🎉🎉

hi, hello, it's Yingxing appreciation time and I'm dragging you into it bc he is my baby and I need more ppl to talk about him

Y'know I see a lot of people like in awe and hyping up DF and just giving him tons of appreciation while analyzing him specifically as an individual which is all so so valid, DF is amazing and very intriguing as a character and I love him sm, but I sadly don't see the same for Yingxing despite him I think also being so interesting. I also see him more so dismissed in the "literally God and some guy" kind of fashion sometimes

So I'm here to rant just a little bit about Yingxing, why I love him, why he's epic and why he ruins my day every single time I think about him! This is for any of my fellow Yingxing lovers who are also starved of any content of him

Firstly, this man is a genuine genius, like lest we forget this is from Baiheng's travelogue in which she met a young Yingxing who was still a child by this point.

He was a young boy but had already become a craftsman, a sign of his ability to learn exceedingly quick under Huaiyans tutelage. And his ability to work and progress incredible fast continues into his time as a young man on the Luofu.

We know he arrived probably somewhere around 18-21 (in my personal estimate) and by the time he saw Jingliu again (which itself was likely early into his stay on the Luofu given HCQ ages and timing), he had already impressed the Master Craftsmen of the Luofu's Artisanship Commission and earned himself a title.

There are also multiple things in game that emphasize his achievements and creations he crafted, some offhandedly mentioned in a readable or item while others are emphasized with importance.

Casually mentioned in the Discarded Ingenium Parts is his feat in the Great Trial of the Furnace (perhaps that trial is for gaining the furnace master title? Once again signifying an earlier achievement in his legacy) where it took him only a day and night to create a whole mechanical lion that moved and looked just like a real live lion from a bunch of defective parts and waste.

More recently in 1.5, they released a readable, the Ten-Lords Criminal Directory, which mentions an imprisonment method designed by Yingxing that keeps “Mirage” in a perpetual state trapped within a hallucination of their own making. Utilizing it’s own powers in order to keep it imprisoned. Something that with proper maintenance seems to have lasted for around 700 years so far.

And of course, how can we forget his most famous creations

The beautifully crafted weapons of the High Cloud Quintet, from Jingliu’s incredibly heavy sword remarked as being as heavy as three thousand catties, to Dan Feng’s Cloud Piercer with the ability to even cut through dragon scales, and the Devastator Glaive as well as Baiheng’s recurve bow. Each impressive in their own ways and seemingly crafted pretty early as well into his time on the Luofu with the HCQ given the distinction of Jing Yuan who (even if he likely was more a teen than a boy) still wasn’t an exact adult yet. So once again, let me emphasize this man’s skill here. With how many things he managed to do so so early into his time on the Luofu. A genius craftsman who deserved all of the praise he had garnered with his works.

Additionally, I know they keep harping about “ugh arrogant craftsman, ugh he’s so full of himself” but every single time we’ve seen his personality, he just seems like a genuine joy to be around. Bright, charismatic, sure he’s cocky but he also gives the impression of being incredibly fun and a bit silly if you ask me.

His behavior as mirrored by the mirage echo in Scalegorge Waterscape is distinctly playful even in what might be a more tense situation, lightly bantering with Dan Feng and even chuckling in certain languages.

In Jingliu’s character stories, it even furthers this bright, playful attitude he gives off with his distinct cheekiness shining through especially with that “toothy grin” of his. And if you listen to Jingliu’s (at least her English) voice lines during Clouds Leave No Trace when she speaks about Yingxing before getting into his transformation, there is a distinct fondness or amusement in her voice as she speaks of him especially that cocky nature of his despite her distaste for it at first.

While Baiheng is hailed as this kind figure in the High Cloud Quintet, perhaps their sun even casting light upon them, it doesn’t seem too far off to say Yingxing was a shining star among them in his own right. His easy going nature with them bringing about a bubbly playfulness similar to Baiheng given their closeness from when he was young. I could go into way more especially in regards to the casualness at which Yingxing seems to speak and treat others allowing for a more equal formation of relationships especially with Dan Feng but I’m saving that for another rant.

And all of this about him especially how expressive he seems at certain points he’s been mentioned, really just makes me so incredibly sad when thinking about Blade now. How severely separated he is from this identity. A division that exists from not only his death but from the way his mental state has been severely warped from his time with Jingliu and being affected afterwards by the mara.

The sheer dehumanization and lack of a personal identity in place of seeing himself as a solely a weapon when put next to Yingxing, with such a clear bold individual identity, really makes the transformation of one into the other all the more jarring and tragic. Especially with the emphasis on how Yingxing hated the abominations of Abundance only to become one himself, something that is still implied to have not been by his own hand. Blade is an immensely tragic character, but that tragedy only holds weight because of the life and identity Yingxing had. It is only with Yingxing’s light which shined despite the circumstances of his life that his descent into darkness hits harder, and it makes me so sad that I haven’t found many others talking or expanding upon this despite my searches because he really is such a well written character with so many details in his story that are both interesting and utterly heartbreaking.

And additionally, I want to say that I think there is a lost potential in examining the Xianzhou through Yingxing. Specifically in the way he is treated as a short life species. We know how the relationship between the Vidyadhara and the Natives, especially as it’s changed after Dan Feng, but there is a very interesting relationship to be explored between the Xianzhou and the Short Life Species the end up there, especially through Yingxing’s relationship to the different Artisans guilds whether on the Luofu or the Zhuming.

In the end, it becomes another sad element to Yingxing’s story. Yingxing managed to change his attitude regarding how the Zhuming masters treated him and even grew more of a confidence, but even in the Luofu's Artisanship Commission, he can never truly get as far as he deserves. Just as Jingliu says

Even with his work impressing the master craftsmen of the Luofu, even after more than showing his skill and earning the title of Furnace Master for that skill, he still would be denied higher positions and could only prove his true worth by the High Cloud Quintet.

And just let me say it again, him being a short life species allows for such an interesting examination of the world and people around him based upon that. While we don't know exactly how they met, we do know that Yingxing was Huaiyan's personal disciple and the only one he mentions of the celestial masters to treat him with respect and believe in his capabilities despite knowing he's a short life species. Through his treatment of Yingxing, we learn quite a bit about him. Through Baiheng's treatment of him as well, we learn a lot about her, more than anywhere else.

He's just UGH I need more exploration from Yingxing's perspective, the lack of it feels as if I'm being starved. He's so interesting, he's so fun, he's incredibly tragic, and he makes me cry every single time he crosses my mind. Please do yourselves a favor and think more about his character so you'll end up as sad about him as me. Or don't maybe. I dunno. All I know for sure is that you absolutely need to read Views of the Universe From a Starskiff: The Zhuming if you haven't. Anyways bye, thanks for listening to this rant, I gotta go cry over him.

Peep the tags also for a rant about my own characterization of YX if you wish to witness my insanity