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[amoreemioo]

yeah — he knew this was coming. it always did. the issue? seokmin liked hyeon too much to just, you know, ghost him. that’s what every fiber of his being was screaming at him to do right now. he should just delete the other man’s information, put his phone down and try to forget him — even if it would have an ache in his chest and keep him from sleeping for days to come. but with every text that came through and his own previous hesitation? why not take the risk? if hyeon finally knows the truth and stays? well — a win!

( text ): don’t say that, hyeon

( text ): you mean so much to me

( text ): oh no no i’m

( text ): everything i’ve ever said is true. i swear

( text ): just not

( unsent text ): my face

oh, god, he was stressed as he let out a loud sigh and pressed both palms into his eyes for a moment. it wasn’t even that big of a deal! he could totally show his face (with nothing more than five minutes notice) to the guy he was into and — you know, lying to about what he looked like to begin with. seokmin was anxious to do it, is all. said anxiety spiked pretty quickly, especially considering he was forcing himself to swipe along his screen and hit facetime.

@rainyearning / x

[novathawed]

Despite herself, Kinpa can't help but smile at Tsubasa's earnest response. That optimistic attitude... honestly, it reminds her of Hibaru a little.

"They saved you?" she asks, unable to hold back her curiosity. She'd said something that could be taken as quite harsh just now, but she hadn't meant it as a challenge or anything - so her response is rather casual, and she hopes that Tsubasa didn't take too much offense.

"Sounds like they're worth putting your trust in, then!" ...It's important to have people you can believe in. "Would you say you have a lot of faith in people?"

@rosecoloredmuses ( continued from here! )

[crossbackpoke-check]

re last answer: please don't stop, being very unhinged about these two pretty white boys is helping distract me from the sharks losing streak rn so bring it on

https://www.tumblr.com/bondedpairs/764566430180147200?source=share

(sideblog woes but there's the link for you) anyway in the vid they talk about going over to each other's houses to have dinner and things and while that is a delicious example of their codependence i love it bc through an rpf lens there is definitely some old man ******* going on. they can have the dilfs and each other.

(someone else mentioned kept boys which i could write an essay on but i fear being Perceived™️)

anyway if you have anything to add to this please do, if not ignore me and i will hide under a rock until the stress-related insanity has worn off and i am a functioning member of society once more 😂

- @bondedpairs

ty for the video!!! and please, WRITE THE KEPT BOYS ESSAYYYY i promise i will read it with my hands over my eyes if you don’t want to be perceived. do it scared!! do it anyway!! we’ll all love you for it!!!

[shinnogi]

      we can never be gods, after all - but we can become something less than human with frightening ease [...] the knives that will slaughter heaven, our heads bloody but unbowed [...] for ours is a fate worse than death...

      𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 (  here  )  𝐓𝐎  ( @uchihasghost )

      The booming laughter that was his signature became softer that day, much as the mirth in his eyes as he gazed at his dear friend. Madara was someone whose personality reminded Hashirama of that of an angry wet cat, or a particularly ill-humoured bird — though his attempts of pushing the Senju away did nothing to accomplish that. Hashirama was immobile like an oak tree with its great roots, his friendship everlasting like the forests that surrounded their little village.

      ❛  It is good then, that I am not here to baby you, isn’t it?  ❜  He smiled, sitting himself next to the Uchiha leader, warm brown eyes soft as he took in his friend’s tired face. ❛  You seem to be looking better,  ❜  he commented, relief making his voice light. ❛  from the way people were speaking, I feared I’d find you on your deathbed.  ❜

      It was a joke, of course, but the very real fear of having Madara die was hidden behind the worried glint in Hashirama’s eyes, concealed behind lines of worry around his eyes that could easily be mistaken by laughter lines.

      ❛  I do have other things to do, but none are as important as checking up on my dearest friend.  ❜  Hashirama said proudly, big smile turned to the personification of the moon beside him. ❛  You’ve been avoiding me, Madara.  ❜  There was hint of a whine, a lilt of his child-self behind his words.

      ❛  No winter spell will scare me away from you, you know?  ❜ 

[herostoried]

"Oh... umm, thank you!" Shota's response takes Ochako by surprise, and now she feels a bit bad for assuming that he would be worried. But it's a nice feeling as well, to be told that he thinks she's capable.

"It's fine! It's actually been quite peaceful. Just..." How does she put this? She trusts Aizawa, and she feels comfortable talking to him, but she always feels a little bad about taking up his time, especially with something she's talked with him about already.

"I was thinking about Sir Nighteye again. I feel like I should be over what happened, but... I don't know. I just suddenly felt really helpless again."

What's frustrating is that she doesn't know what brought it on. And it's not like she thinks she shouldn't be upset, per se - it wasn't that long ago that he died, after all. It's just that she thought she'd got over her doubts by now. Can she really call herself a hero when she keeps letting everything hold her back?

@ravenbled ( continued! )

[cemeterysgirl]

@irrwicht ...

ㅤㅤ" so... boyfriend of mine. " the word still felt weird, almost heavy, on her tongue. but she likes it nonetheless. " when are you taking me on our first date? " she'd googled it: ten things to do with your first boyfriend. number one had been a date... whatever that means.

[hxttrick-archived]

@cagcd

Soft zephyrs and rustling leaves as a means for ambiance, paired with chirping cicadas and distant owl calls. This time of night offered a pleasant atmosphere for those who wandered either with a destination or just plain aimlessly. And yet...there was one who remained unaffected. One who could only walk the side of a semi-empty road. There was the occasional car that would pass on by, but not a single one stopped even for a glance.

This being all by his lonesome, was a face all too familiar with Earthrealm, and yet, the time he spent away from it felt like an eternity. A being who once fought to protect it from the tyrant Shao Kahn, only to lose the life he had with a simple snap of the neck. A dull shiver runs through the man's spine; the thought remained bitter...

This man's demise would become so much more upon resurrection by that of Quan Chi. A desire for vengeance against his now former mentor. And who was this man? Of course, this was none other than Kung Lao; back in Earthrealm after so many years.

As he walked this lonely roadside, lights would soon appear in the distance. There was an abundant amount of them with many tall buildings, indicating a city up ahead. Not a single pause was given to marvel; there was no point... This was a man on a mission.

Silent and staring forth through an iron mask, he seeks no break as he continued onward. This scenery that was presented to Kung Lao was nothing in the slightest to China. He was instead in America, and simply put, on the search for a particular person from his past: Johnny Cage. What little he knew after all these years was his affiliation with the Special Forces. There was no way in hell the razor hat wielder was going to walk up to one of their bases the way he was. Being killed on sight, though not as bad the more it was thought upon at first, wasn't what he wanted.

Based on what he already knew about the actor, his home must be located somewhere.

...This trek was becoming tiresome, and yet despite his current energy, he quickens his trip to its final point by means of teleportation. He fades through a blue portal, from one side of the city, to a bit more of a familiar part, where sat a luxurious condo before his very eyes. Now to approach, but the former Shaolin remained still. Breathing became a tad heavy underneath the mask as if fear was suddenly creeping up on him. A foot slides backwards but he steels himself mentally.

'No...make your move. Do it.' He told himself. 'No more anguish...' A deep breath in....then out...before approaching the exquisite building. It wouldn't be long until that step was out of the way. The door was now before him, and suddenly, he was reaching for his hat to shroud his already covered face. Contemplating his next move, he closes his eyes and finds himself shaking in place. However, this panic in his body was forced to subside as he would give the door a heavy knock... All he could do know was stand and hope for an answer...

[gayemoji]

jesus fucking christ.

[kruxton]

im so mad that theres nothjng i can do to acknowledge that ive read someones reply w/o actually replying back

[pcetstcrtured]

@mystictragedies liked for a 1989 tv starter!

"you know it might be worth it for once."

[pitchdarkhook]

📖if its okay!

Hook's diary! | accepting.

██/██/██, Address: The Astreal Astral Express Mood: Happy

Today, I went to the Astral Express! But I did not manage to find the Honorary Member or Big Sister March or Cold Dragon Young! But there was a very pretty big sister that was sitting in the pah purrlor parlor car and she gave me such a pretty smile! So, Hook decided to sit down with her and become friends!

I think her name was Himeko and she was very nice! I think the Old Witch and her would be good friends. The Old Witch looks after the children and me, she looks after the Honorary Member, Big Sister March and Cold Dragon Young!

I also asked her about the train and their adventures! She told me that they don't make plans for their expeditions and that they travel along the stars! Wow! Does that mean they just go anywhere they want? That sounds exciting!

When Hook grows up, I want to join the Express too! An adventure that goes on forever! Every world and everyone will know the power of Pitch-Dark Hook the Great and Diggertron! Muahahaha!

Meeting Big Sister Himeko! | @chasersglow.

[mobius-m-mobius]

Omg you're an Ed fan! Did you ever watch that movie father figures he did with Owen, its really good

Hey there anon, an absolute yes to both and a fav comfort watch!! 😁

It's actually one of the exactly two Owen movies I'd ever seen before the Loki series sent life on a whole new trajectory, lol. Went opening weekend because while I've loved Ed forever a lot of his movies don't even screen locally so I specifically remember driving to the movie theater furthest from my house in December when it was an icy negative 2 degrees out (do not recommend 😅) and very ironically walked away captivated with how Owen's character wasn't at all like the stereotypical slacker brother who ruins everything?? Which I've now found out was all due to his usual improv/adjustment of each character he plays because ofc it was, haha. Super refreshing and their relationship was instantly natural plus as someone completely biased here their contrast in personality and style is unbelievably hot 👀

[crossbackpoke-check]

"This extra space next to me belongs to you. I know where I end now. I won't get lost." -- shoot me (metaphorically) and leave me for dead (metaphorically) why won't you. To make this about Dylan and maybe it's about Connor, maybe it's about Brinksy, maybe it's about any journeyman in the NHL. My brain screamed Chris Driedger and his memorable (to me) Players' Tribune article:

And how can you mention Dylan and Zach (Za-ach, the way Dylan says it) without me having a breakdown about them? You simply can't. And for the younger dudes, maybe it's a little Bords/Briss, not yet steady in The Show, a little bit of distance, a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately... and then a blurry insta story in Vegas. Just like old times but somewhere else. Maybe it's not the same bed, maybe it's not the same set of forks, but maybe it's the principle of the thing.

Anyway, goodbye. Sorry for this, your tag walls make me break out in imagined scenarios.

Much love. xxx

please never be sorry for sending me messages <3 i love reading them i love getting them i think they’re beautiful and i love them i’m!!!!! [🥹💕🦋🫧✨💘😭 <- the best approximation of what my heart is doing]

ok NOW i am taking this step by step because every narrative here kicked me straight in the knees (metaphorically) i am w e e p i n g (literally): i knew tangentially about chris driedger going to seattle but i had never read his players’ tribune love letter to seattle & all i can say is oh. oh. and with the part about trains delayed but still being right on time—

sometimes a dream is a truth your heart knows long before you do. the space that the city and the team made for him (“you’d be the only guy on the team”)🗣️🗣️🗣️ !!! but the way that chris talks about needing to put in the work & leo not letting him quit,,, that’s chris filling up the teakettle with twice as much water, crowding one side of the bed (falling asleep against a bus window dreaming), becoming unburdened by the idea of not being their guy, not having the fallback being their draft pick to content and settle himself with. that’s chris betting on a future. that’s the train coming down the tracks, right on time.

(i am feeling unhinged about it)

SECOND. i know i was the one that said zach and dylan to start so technically i brought this on myself but also i have been ktfo by the mere mention of the way that dylan says zach’s name different from everyone else, stealing an extra breath, stealing as much time as he can get with him, which reminded me of a poem i just read:

The Need Is So Great, Jim Moore

^^^dylan still in love with zach even as he’s leaving, can feel himself losing him, and taking every sliver of the love in his smile that he can get. even if he knows zach doesn’t still feel the same way he’s drawing out the long goodbye & saying i love you in a thousand ways without ever saying it out loud (“i have been asking for a time but in ways that have no words” because he doesn’t want to ask too much, to ask for love) in the hope that zach will say it back OKAY I’M LEAVING i can’t do this

that was a lie because THREE. “maybe it’s the principle of the thing” please insert the most ungodly screech how could you just (lovingly) come in straight with the steel chair and bean me upside the head with that l i n e i think this story has the potential for such tragedy in it but also the most tender domestic longing because bords & briss have known each other for a long time (i think) and guys do sometimes lose themselves when they first get to the nhl.

it’s a big scene, you’re with big name guys, you’re finally doing the thing you always dreamed about, you’re no longer necessarily the best because everyone’s the best, you’re not sure how you fit in, you can get lost in the glitz and the glamor of it but you can also literally get lost in it, the slog of the season and getting caught up and down between teams and leagues and endless airports and buses and travel and ice rinks, losing your phone (accidental) and having new people hound you for quotes and fame and connection so you lose your phone (on purpose) and i think where i’m trying to go is: this could play out as the tragedy of borde going to the california coastline and briss shipping off to the vegas strip and both of them getting a little lost.

maybe there’s someone else, maybe i am steadfastly not thinking about “a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately” as either a summer of them pretending things are ok after a year of barely speaking and now being completely different people they never were before OR a summer of them trying to pretend like they can forget about each other because maybe they didn’t think their relationship was the same thing, is all, when they were or weren’t together. maybe it’s nobody’s fault but for the fact that they were scared and tired and lonely trying to make it in the big times and didn’t know how to show it. and then borde shows up with takeout and plastic forks in vegas and it’s december and nothing like winter in ann arbor and still they fill up all the empty spaces in each other with the things they didn’t know they’d miss until they were gone and this is the real thing, not whatever they were trying too hard to be, to recreate their own nostalgia for the love in their memories. it’s the principle of the thing, is all, to always be true to the love they have right now & not what they think it should be.

sorry that i wrote you kind of an essay of an answer but i had so so so many thoughts because your ask was so lovely so thank you for sending it to me (you are always welcome to!! i love your imagined scenarios!!! cannot even explain how much!!!) & thank you for taking the time to read my walls of tags :))) <3

[miimpii]

@lachyuna [ from inbox ]:

care to join me for a bit ? [ geto @ ryo ]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎HESITAITON and wariness was evident in her eyes the moment he spoke. Even if she was relieved to see Geto alive and well in front of her, Ryo felt there could be something behind it, or something within her father figure that changed drastically. Ever since that one particular horrific event that might have split them up for years, Ryo had been wondering why would Geto do such a thing, given how he was considered an ally to the sorcery world (or so she thought). Perhaps she was too naive to understand the whole situation, or she did not really see the bigger picture of the entire situation back then.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎T‎HE fact they have crossed paths out of nowhere and finally reunited after years, Ryo was unsure if she wanted to join Geto with whatever he wanted. But then again, maybe she could try and talk to him, in hopes of getting on his good side like before.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎WITH a cautious step forward, the summoner gulped and took a deep breath in, before she exhaled through her mouth faintly. "What are you planning, tou-san?"

[lonehearts-a]

starter call. / @darklapse ; from jasper.

"soooooo," jasper starts, voice soft and just shy of casual indifference. he pulls his bag into his lap, flipping open the top and sorting through the various sketchbooks, fabric swatches, and his extremely decorated laptop to fish out a neatly folded plastic bag, which he immediately slides over without making eye contact. "i was thrifting the other day and found something you might like."

he almost feels embarrassed giving something akin to a gift, but, really it's just a shirt so it's harmless, right ?? after all, he's a fashion student. at some point it must be expected to get clothes from him, so it isn't weird. "it's that band you like, yeah ?? the only chemical romance i have is with my hair but i didn't want to pass it up. in case you wanted it."

[krockat]

hey. Hey. person reading this right now. if you already feel bad about this, or are aware of this, and you for example have intrusive thoughts about dirt and stuff - don't feel so bad about this.

and i think the implication that 'everyone should feel after touching any public surface like they've touched dog poo'

and by extension that that should feel poison and by perhaps extension even perhaps Should make you feel dread, and perhaps even feel like a bad or shameful person for it?

i think, we should probably walk that back a little. i think it easily comes across as that, and could be triggering people's anxieties about this, in an unfair way.

absolutely - cleaning your hands good and keeping good hygiene is good, but the feeling bad about it part? you do not need to feel bad or anxious or dread about it during or about it.

you also do not have to Make yourself feel so bad about it.

and if you read this and realize maybe you haven't taken your hand hygiene seriously enough, you can always change and improve.

and that it will be okay. change, good change, can always start today. there are also many good handwashing tutorials that came into (re) creation after covid hit 2020.

also, for context - because I do not mean to be rude to op or previous commenter, i am specifically writing this as a person who has intrusive thoughts and dirt phobia, but am recovering,

and I just feel like this post has great points and perspectives that I don't often see shared - that I want to reblog! and also wanted to talk about that perhaps moral ocd/dirt ocd triggery thing, and not let that pass without that commentary.

and that also as a person with intrusive thoughts and dirt phobia, that YES oh my gosh THANK you,

it really is so scary sometimes and isolating how people do not even consider these things with hygiene, and I've also talked to people about it but they still don't see the point!

i know my fears and concerns about dirt are not Just irrational - and I feel like people often dismiss my knowledge about dirt and hygiene Because I have these diagnoses.

And i Guess it's easy to ignore my concerns and pleas if they can dismiss me because of them.

Washing my hands as I come home?? a given. also washing my hands before I touch my cat!

cats can also get covid (last I heard, that was mid early hit of the pandemic hitting though, science might have found more) and so like i do Not want to mess around - not for me Or for him!

also I've known so many people who don't wash their hands after using the bathroom.

tw for below: REALLY nasty hand hygiene

i had a parent (i disowned them) that used to sometimes skip out on washing his hands after he shat.

like I could hear him shitting and could also hear him flushing, not turning on the washbin, and immediately exiting the bathroom.

i tried to tell the rest of my family members and others but they just didn't believe me.

also if you touch your genitals (including dicks) or underwear in the bathroom, or touch the toilet, or the toilet roll that has been used, You should wash your hands! It's Not Cleannn

I Do Not get people who do not get that. at all.

in the vein of "how do you stay safe from getting sick", I wanna say that something I always noticed as a kid was that a lot of the time when I went to people's houses and we would leave at some point to the mall or the park or something and then come back home…I don't remember any of them washing their hands when we got back inside. they'd just immediately lead me back to their room or the living room or something, and then I'd feel incredibly self-conscious about going to their bathroom to wash my own hands. and I always thought it was absolutely bizarre because the way I was raised, the first thing you do when you come back home after taking your shoes and jacket off is go wash your hands. it's common sense. why on planet earth would you not wash your hands. you've just been touching a hundred public surfaces that could have anything on them and you think as soon as you set foot in your own house all the germs you've picked up just evaporate? it's absolutely insane to me to know that so many people don't bother washing their hands. WASH YOUR HANDS.