#icb this is his first????

[ratatatastic]

"i already told the boys im keeping this one [the cup belt]" wow what a shocker matthew i couldnt have forseen any of this happening at all

"i just put one on and i rarely taken it off since" yeah WE KNOW. pictures taken on 3 seperate days....its a problem

CBS News Miami | 6.28.24 (x)

[vvildside]

no way chilchuck is too light he needs to carry his bag first to add more weight to set off the trap *fell on my knees*

[prohater9000]

thinking how whenever anyone goes "so you're bucky and he's buck?!" john must be soooo delighted bc he gets to tell/hear about when he claimed gale as his over and over again

[apricusapollo]

I accidentally messed up tiktok chats and sent a sad newt edit to my sister instead of my friend and she just turned to me like ☹️ and her voice was so BROKEN when she said his name ☹️

(the edit btw)

[hyunpic]

[karamazovanon]

Do you have any thoughts about Alyosha's momentary crisis of faith? Because I understood why he had one, but not so much why he was immediately ready to drink and go see Grushenka. Interested to see if you've any opinions on the matter, either regarding Grushenka or just in general.

OOOOOO this is an interesting question and my answer is going to get kinda long, warning you now LOL

i think alcohol & drinking in general is often a big part of "the karamazovian nature"—fyodor pavlovich and mitya are open alcoholics & hedonists, and ivan's heavily implied to be an alcoholic as well by his delirium tremens at the end—and more generally as one of the wordly temptations that human nature as a whole is susceptible to (tangent, but this is also really interesting when you keep in mind ivan's cup analogy!! drinking & cups are tied to living & life so often; mitya chooses to "fill" his cup/life with alcohol, ivan drinks in secret until he throws the cup/life to the ground at 30 in rebellion, and alyosha instead chooses to fill his cup/life with god. one of the schiller verses mitya quotes in the ardent confession chapter even says "To the soul of God’s creation / Joy eternal brings her draught, / In strong secret fermentation / Flames the cup of life aloft")

and the common denominator is that they don't believe enough to overcome the natural urge to indulge. mitya does believe, but he can't stop himself and reproaches himself for it; ivan doesn't believe despite wanting to and that contributes too imo. but alyosha doesn't drink and is an ascetic for the most part bc everything for him is based off of his unwavering faith—and so when his entire worldview and moral system is shaken by both ivan and father zosima, he questions EVERYTHING and begins feeling detached from reality when it doesn't match up. without his bulletproof faith intact, he no longer has the external ruleset to dictate his behavior, and the karamazovian desire to ease pain with alcohol wins for a moment without being able to trust his prior moral compass

(on rereading for this post, i don't have a formulated thought on it but it's interesting that he agrees to rakitin's initial offer of vodka even though they end up having champagne instead—there's probably some connection there between vodka and worldly/russian baseness vs champagne, which while not communion wine is still wine LMAO)

this quote from the onion chapter is what stands out the most to me, bold mine:

"Alyosha cried out with a wail in his voice. ‘I speak to you not as a judge, but as the least of the judged. What am I before her? I came here in order to be destroyed, saying: “Go on, go on!” – and that was because of my cowardice, while she, after five years of suffering, no sooner did someone come and say a sincere word to her, forgave everything, forgot everything and cried! The assailant of her honour has returned, is summoning her, and yet she forgives him everything and hurries to him in joy and she will not take the knife, she will not take it! Oh, I am not like that! I do not know whether you are like that, Misha, but I am not like that! Today, the moment I received this lesson, I … She loves in a way that is loftier than yours or mine … Have you heard her say this earlier, what she said just now? No, you have not; if you had, you would have understood everything long ago … And let the other woman, whom she offended the other day, let her, too, forgive her! And she will forgive her, if she learns of this … and she shall learn of it … This soul has not yet been reconciled, we must spare it … This soul may contain a treasure …" (tr. mcduff)

when he loses his infallible external/divine guidance, he has to turn inward/to the world around him instead, where he finds guilt and the human urge to self-destroy (as well as the influence of rakitin & his schadenfreude) and as a karamazov, it naturally comes first in the form of alcohol (women, too, but alyosha never really shows any desire on that front) when he sees grushenka's kindness and forgiveness, he snaps out of it and his faith is reinforced (while he believes he's a sinner and unworthy, he sees in her christlike forgiveness and is reminded that although he has these karamazovian urges, giving in to them entirely isn't the answer etc etc im not a theologian and have been writing too long anyway)

this has been such a long ramble with so little structure but this is SUCH an interesting plot point, thank you for asking my thoughts on it!! :D

[daecaerys]

michael hussman as daario you'll always be my beloved.

[nocityfolk]

🎲 fuck it

kiss roulette

send 🎲 or a number for a kiss!

@lunarfey (+ 23 - a kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances) !!

Jesse's lost count of how much he's splashed on alcohol tonight— or: how much he's had to drink, considering the sway of his vision and the wandering hand kept pressed to Fianna's lower back. They stand barely taller than Jesse, despite his form hunched over the bar and his weight settled on a stool, neck awkwardly craned to follow the splash of her freckles & his spare hand holding up his head.

On the inner of his wrist is a remnant of the last time he and Fianna spent a night out, and Jesse spent all the cash in his wallet on alcohol he couldn't pronounce. He'd let him tattoo a dot of ink before he'd slinked out of the chair, and Fianna has never let him forget it, that familiar bright smile of hers finding him whenever it's brought up.

Neither of them are thinking of it now. Not when the night is deepening and drunken voices are blending together, drowning out whatever they were trying to say to each other. Jesse is leaning in to press his mouth to Fianna's before he can second-guess himself, & the hand on their lower back steers them gently into him, guiding their willing form to stand in the space between his thighs.

His other hand threads into her hair, which curls into his fingers like he's spinning gold. Voice husky, thickened by the harsh taste of warm whiskey soaked onto his tongue, he barely manages to separate an inch from Fianna to murmur their name.

[acebytaemin]

ANYWAY i deleted all the other ones from my blog & from my inbox.. peace & love on here in ana wantbytaemin house as always. back to regular schedule!

[pleuvoire]

kk being the only shin kr kaijin to have a relationship to another shin kr kaijin and it being specifically a senpai-kouhai relationship in the same fight ichimonji debuts and also the only shin kr kaijin to get his mask broken revealing the human face underneath in the same fight ichimonji got de-brainwashed is crazyyyyyyy

[atsu-i]

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[percentstardust]

continued from here | @depictedblue

Surfing was so much harder than he thought it would be. It is not as hard as swimming. He mastered that in no time. He first learned how to cook, which he's still learning cause there's so many dishes to try, and he learned how to swim. He could not be a lifeguard in the real world without learning how to swim. He found he liked swimming. Being at the beach was even more fun here in the real world even if it did cause him to miss Barbie sometimes. He got certified to become a lifeguard. He knows CPR. How many Kens can say they know that? They can't.

Surfing? Well, it was not going as well as he expected it to be. But, his instructor, Summer, said that it was a learning process and that he was doing fine as a beginner. It's never too late to learn a new hobby. Which Ken has been doing since coming the Los Angeles.

"Well, there's accidents that can happen if you fall off while riding a wave. Especially a really big one. I don't recommend it." He pauses. Ken, er, Kenneth as he goes by now, smiles at the younger blonde. "Have you ever tried doing it?"

[doveyeellie]

this is what an indecisive person's wrapped looks like

[universestreasures]

@relevc Continued From Here

Man...he felt so mortified; Yugi moved to rub the back of his neck instinctively. What he expressed to Anzu, a desire of his he's thought about each and every single time they've gotten to see each other since she left Japan, was a silly thing. He knew this. After all, his 'crush' on his childhood friend was a product of his youth, one that has been in place since childhood. Surely, the fact he still had it all these years later was a cause for him to be embarrassed, right?

And yet...the warmth that overtook Yugi's face didn't come from such a feeling. No, it came in response to the dancer's response to his words. The temperature of his body and the racing of his heartbeat intensified as soon as she placed those fingers of hers on his lips and leaned in ever so closer to his face, leaving his face almost as red as a rose.

"A-A-Anzu...?!" He can only stutter out her name as he turns into a nervous wreck, his knees almost wobbling to the point where he might collapse to the ground if he isn't careful. It's only the words she says next that stabilize him instantly, as if she caught him physically with those strong arms of heres.

Did...Did she just...? Did he just hear that...? That...she was okay with...him...actually...? Was he dreaming...?

But that's when, at last, his amethyst hues meet her sapphires, and he finds his answer. Anzu wasn't the type to lie. From his view, he was as honest as a person could get. So...that must mean that...

"You're...sure...?" He says, even though he doesn't need to confirm. It was clear from the current situation, from her actions to her words, to the sparkle in her beautiful eyes, that she was okay with it. In fact, she seemed more than okay by her jokingly encouraging him to do so.

She wanted this. She wanted this as much as Yugi seemed to want to. But...why? Since when...? The questions kept flying around in his head so much that it almost took his focus way from the action itself. It would be rude to leave her waiting, wouldn't it?

And so, with a deep breath, he leans in, gently placing a kiss upon her lips that was as soft as a feather. The sensation he felt as their lips touched was...unlike anything he's ever felt before. Was this what...the magic of a first kiss was like?

The action lasts for a few moments before he eventually lets go, unable to do anything but stare at Anzu and await her response. Did he do it right? Did she like it? Did she want him...to do it again?

[hopegained]

@lightsiided // x

Once is enough time for blistering deserts and dunes. Eron doesn’t usually care to linger on worlds like Jakku any more than what's required from him. There’s some semblance of logic in that, he figures, to hold that sentiment when he hails from a terrestrial planet with green that stretches as far as the eyes can see instead of somewhere like here. 

But he’s not one to judge the quality of life or the tug of war between beings to make sure they won't wake up with a blade to their throat. And here is also where a strong, kind warrior was shaped. The next guardian of peace in a long, long line of Jedi knights.

Something seems to drift in the warrior’s mind, he notices—knows he’s not supposed to intrude. Whatever it may be, he’ll wait for it to come out of Rey’s own mouth. Right now he’s only bothered by the predicament he’s caught in.

“It’s not really that.” Beads of perspiration gliding down the sides of his face betrays his words—all of the fabrics on him are sticking to every inch of skin—but his tolerance for the brutal climate hasn’t been pushed beyond the tolerable range compared to the real offender. The tip of his boot prods into the grains beneath his feet to make a faint dent that just as soon disappears with the hot air and leaves it once again undisturbed.

He sighs, clearing his vision of invading little specks of sand and brushing back fallen strands of dark hair across his forehead. If only he’s able to do the same for the hidden crevices on his body, the places where careful inspection is necessary. Too uncouth to be done in the open, much less in front of Rey. “It’s the sand. Gets everywhere.” 

[dnangelic]

' shut up !! who's getting nervous , you hypocrite --- ?! '

this half-tone halfwit , this full-time idiot --- !

' i never said i was nervous , so i'm not ! i wasn't !! '

sure , there was this weird squiggling feeling inside of his chest , and all of him felt just one faint electric current away from having every single hair on his body standing straight up on end , but that didn't mean that he , ( the great , almighty him --- ?! ) was nervous ! maybe his --- or rather daisuke's face was just like this ! fast to flush and slow to cool , much like a hidden self's temper .

just as soon as sakura crashes back into her seat to stammer and ramble , he swiftly swipes her phone with nothing more than a grumbling give me that --- !

nothing more than a split second passes when he turns it around and points to a station on the opened map app , his glare and beet-red fluster half-hidden by the block of the screen .

' go here , okay ?! --- and don't even bother packing , you don't need to ! '

if she wanted to bring all sorts of crap anyways , ( not that he could really imagine her towing along all that much in the first place ... ) then that would have been her decision . all he knew was that he's never packed for any of his own little slumber parties over at her apartment , planned or otherwise . shouldn't it have been enough for sakura to likewise bring nothing beyond her own self to the mansion ?

there was more too , like the way that azumano could have been just as readily reached by bus instead of train , but the latter was faster and far more comfortable despite its somewhat higher pricing , and he wouldn't hear her fuss over menial things like costs and money on the way . what emergency funds that remained in daisuke's pockets remained untouched and more than enough to cover transport , waiting for opportunities like this there they might finally feel the trade of themselves into somebody else's hands .

' ... tell whoever you have to , but don't keep me waiting . ' the words , even while seeming demanding , remain twinged with a faint grumble of a whine and plea . ( because she wouldn't have , right ? for all his apparent carelessness , for all their fast pacing , she wouldn't chicken out and abandon him halfway , would she ? )

without waiting for any more reaction , his hands press and lift him abruptly out of his own seating . he's hasty in his leave , and he doesn't look backwards as he exits to make his own way towards the station . ( what was this supposed to be , anyways ? hope ? ) getting all embarrassed over something like this , like someone like sakura , was just ---

geeze .

‘Why wouldn’t I?’

Haruka’s got a few ideas, but for once in’er life, she shuts right up about’em; mostly because Dai’s laughin’ and she’s never not shuttin’ up to hear that, but also because anything she could think or say just... It won’t come like it normally does. Even more with his continuation, the add-on that comes after, those horrible bad ugly thoughts that normally come alongside this sorta thing don’t come up in her head. All that’s left in their place is a heated fluster and a jut-out lip.

“‘Like that’ to ya now, huh...” She’s repeatin’ (almost dreamily) for the sake of it, just to hear it again, without having to ask him to do it. Not even knowing if she can (Would he run off if I did? Would he take it back?) and not having the confidence to try and push her luck. But it’s fine, ‘cause she’ll take what she can get—she’ll take miles off this inch and be grateful for it all the while.

When she raises her eyes again, though (she’s not even too sure when they fell, though maybe it was when she was askin’ about Azumano a second ago), and sees that he’s got his own blush on his face, hers just about quadruples and sees’er scrambling. Something, anything--whatever it is, she just needs to do it!!!

“Y-Y-You—You bastard, don’tcha just go sayin’ shit like that!” He’s crazy, completely and utterly! Who says this kinda shit so casually!?!?! “Even if, if it’s—” if it’s true, if it’s true, but how can she know??? “You can’t—augh, you can’t get all...nervous, or whatever, too!!!”

Because that’s gotta be the reason for him, right? Though, even if it ain’t, it’s no big deal, because Haruka’s always giving her own fwump! back into’er own seat and crossing her arms over her chest again, small grumbles escaping her. Sometimes, just like Dark, she never knows what Dai’s really thinkin’ (a little weird for a guy with his heart perpetually on’is sleeve, but hey, everyone has their moments!), but this time really takes the cake! The whole thing makes her a little itchy, so unused to somethin’ like that said so...easily. Like everything he said was just supposed to be fact.

(The fact that it’s said like that at all makes her so, so happy, though—genuine joy makes her cheeks get warmer, makes her chest constrict and tighten in a way that’s both painful and nice. She knows—she knows—that everyone in Furin is happy to know her, but Dai is just...so different. He’s not Furin and he’s not Makochi, either, he’s from beyond the barrier of both. And yet, just like them, he...)

As he repeats after her, too, though, she breaks from her surprise, an eyebrow rising as she looks at him—in disbelief, in complete and utter shock.

“T—Today?? Now??? Isn’t that...!?” Ain’t that kinda soon??!!

(Is he still actin’ or somethin’!?)

“I—I mean, there’s the break, so yeah I have some time off, an’—and I did wanna spend it with ya,” whoops, what a hell of a way to admit that; at least she’s only half payin’ attention to herself, “but I didn’t... I’ve never even been to someone else’s house?? I don’t even have anything packed?!”

Not to mention the patrols!! Almost meek, she glances over at her phone, sitting in an idle corner of the table and glinting, unyielding, in the afternoon light. Struck by this whole development, she can’t hardly remember who’s taking what patrol on which day, but maybe if she says somethin’ now, before everyone files out to do as they’ve been assigned.

...for all that she’s never been to someone else’s place, the fact that Daisuke is the first one she may get to go to is so...weird. And she’s already talkin’ about packing, like it’s a whole done-deal...!

I have, she thinks; blindly, through the haze of it all, to make a decision.

“I’d...have to tell someone first, too...!

“But, I—I really do...”

...wanna go. I wanna go with’im, wanna see what someone else’s life looks like.

(Was this sorta thing... always so normal for others to do? Is this what normally happens...!?)