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noodles-and-tea · 11 months ago
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jinxiguess · 4 months ago
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do u guys think astrid would fw preachers daughter
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badolmen · 1 year ago
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I send my mother links - books articles interviews essays - from churches politicians journalists civilians (the drawings of children) and still she asks ‘what of Hamas?’ what of them? you married an irishman during the troubles. you head the local hibernian order. you sing to come out ye black and tans on paddys day. a terrorist and a rebel both deal in violence we can’t understand here. but the line between them is razor thin, defined by perspective alone. and still she says ‘there is evil on both sides’ there is! and there is good! there is so much good and yet your brother in law only calls one side incestuous barbarians. there is good and yet only one side’s children are called terrorist recruits. the other side’s children are required to be soldiers by law, because if they are poets and historians and scholars first they will see the good too clearly. ‘we can’t understand’ she says, white bread generation x american daughter of a would-be nun and airforce veteran. ‘it’s just so complicated.’
There is little complicated about ten thousand dead children.
she and my father will be in DC later this month, at the March for Life, speaking for those that cannot speak for themselves, and upholding the dignity of every human life. I will be there a week earlier, marching for those that have no voice in this country’s meddling, and upholding the dignity of every human life. I’ve never done something like this before and I am anxious. she tells me to be in constant contact with her if I do go. she will not help me determine the train schedules and bus prices.
and still, I send her another link - I show her another documentary - I read her another testimony and hope ‘this one. she will understand. she will see them. she will hear them. she will know the same grieving fire that burns my heart. that consumes the hearts and minds of the palestinian people in ways I will never fully know.’
I send her another link and I pray for her, and ten thousand dead children.
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citrinesparkles · 2 years ago
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god i am so grateful for music and a good speaker.
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cheemken · 7 months ago
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While I'm still gathering Lilya's i3 materials, might as well try different strats to try and beat Isolde for the meantime
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shiftperception · 7 months ago
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not to be that guy ( “you probably haven’t heard of them”) but mo lowda and the humble is like. my first listen to a song I’ll think ‘eh it’s good but I’m not as obsessed as the stuff on their older album’ then months later ‘wtf I was sleeping on this’
this discography has no weak links to me and I don’t have a top fav albums list but if I did curse the weather would be so up there. I can’t talk about it to anyone cause I don’t know anyone who’s heard of them.
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dearru · 2 months ago
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holiday festivities | ft. hq boys 
pairings: suna rintaro, miya osamu, and hinata shoyo x gn!reader | sfw | cw: cursing, idk how to write for suna or how to snowboard, osamu's part is kinda suggestive (#freakmas), reader implied to be shorter than osamu, shoyo is a sweetheart, not proofread | genre: fluff | wc: 1762 | masterlist
synopsis -> enjoying various holiday festivities with the hq boys!
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❀ SNOWBOARDING w/ RINTARO SUNA !  
“I’ll strap you in, okay?” Rintaro says, bending down to adjust the bindings from the snowboard his cousin had loaned you snug to your boot. His hands, large and efficient, work quickly but gently as they clip the equipment into place. The board itself is scratchy and faded from years of wear, evidence of the Suna family’s years-long tradition of snowboarding every Winter. You look down as he adjusts the straps, trying to focus on him instead of the pit of dread forming in your stomach. 
It would be a nice sight, him on his knees for you.
If only you weren’t currently on the verge of a breakdown.
Looking downhill, you realize that you might have bit off more than you could chew when you agreed to accompany him. The height from the top of the hill seems daunting, and you’re not sure why anybody in their right mind would do this for fun. 
“It’s the bunny slope,” Rintaro had told you on the ski lift up, His voice casual and cool, “Babies do it.” 
The babies that do this must be pretty remarkable– because you, at your big age, are currently shaking from fear as you stare at the bottom of the hill. 
“All done.” Your boyfriend's voice rings clear in your ear, snapping you out of your frenzied thoughts. He brushes snow off his gloves, eyes flickering to your figure, “You good?” 
You muster the largest smile you can and nod, not trusting yourself to speak. 
Rintaro hums in reply, moving behind you to reposition your form. His hands settle on your waist, a comforting and familiar touch. It almost quells the anxiety you feel. Your body warms when he leans into you. Softly, he presses his lips against your ear and whispers, “You’re shaking. Nervous?” His tone is resonant and raspy, accompanied with a hint of amusement. 
Your heart drops. Does he think you’re ridiculous for acting this way? 
Jumping slightly from the feeling of his warm breath, you shake your head– but the way you stare down the bunny slope like you're about to march to your death betrays your attempt at nonchalance. Cheeks warming from embarrassment, you look down at the floor and mumble, “‘M not, Rin. Swear.” 
He snorts, dropping his hands from your waist. You shiver and feel a strange emptiness from the ghost of his touch still lingering on you. 
“Want me to hold your hand or somethin’?” He teases, tilting his head.
You groan, shifting your weight from side to side. Your gaze fixes downward. The snow is smooth and powdery and you wish it would swallow you whole. Squeezing your eyes shut, your fingers dig into the palms of your gloves, the rough feeling of the material sobers you, but doesn’t make the anxiety any less prominent. The desire to turn around and run away is as strong as the sting of the cold air on your skin. 
You can’t leave, this is important to him. You’ll have to find a way to bear it. You’ll have to figure it–
Your thoughts come to a halt when a warm, gloved hand envelops your own. Startled, you look over at Rintaro in awe. The weight of his grip grounds you, allowing you to breathe for the first time since you’ve gotten to the slopes. He’s adorning a faint smile now. It’s light-hearted and gentle. He offers you a reassuring nod, squeezing your hand. 
“We’ll go on the count of three.” 
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❀ BAKING COOKIES w/ OSAMU MIYA !  
The smell of sugar and molasses wafts through the Miya family kitchen, adding to the already festive ambiance that envelops the home in a cozy glow. Osamu’s mother always had a knack for decoration, her ability put on full display during the holiday season. Room buzzing with warm energy, your eyes dart over to Osamu, who’s humming a tune while balling the malleable mixture with diligent care. He places them delicately on a buttered tray, a content smile on his face. 
Nudging his shoulder, you call his name out softly, “‘Samu.” 
He hums. 
“Let me try some,” You giggle, reaching to dip your finger in the bowl. 
“Ya gotta wait” He chides, snatching the dish away, but you’re too distracted by the dough to listen. The raw mixture’s enticing scent overrides your capacity for logical reason. Tilting your body forward, you try your luck again and swipe your fingers at the dish. 
Chuckling at your desperation, he shifts the bowl out of reach again. “Be patient,” He says, lips turning up into a teasing grin. His eyes taunt you as much as the dough in his hand does. 
“But your cookies are so good,” You whine, “Can’t I have a taste?” 
You feel his palm rest on the top of your head, laughing heartily at your antics, “I’ll give ya the first one after they're baked. Don’t want ya gettin’ sick.” His eyes gleam with a soft affection, but you don’t give in.
The compromise isn’t good enough. Pouting, you fold your arms and look at him with mock indignation, “Please?” 
You see him debating something within himself as his gaze searches for any reprieve to your plea. Sighing, he rolls his shoulders back and scoops one of his fingers into the dough. Waving it in front of you like a white flag, he offers you a taste of the batter. 
Squealing with delight, you take his finger in your mouth, savoring the sweetness as it melts on your tongue. It’s rich and spicy. Humming in satisfaction, you smile triumphantly at your boyfriend, “Tastes good.” 
“Yeah?” He laughs, warm hands wrapping around your waist. He pulls you in and kisses you. Giggling, you lean into his touch, returning his sweet kiss with one of your own. 
Pulling away, he licks his lips and whistles low. He grins softly and says, “Ya taste like cookies.”
You chuckle, feeling a surge of affection at his remark. Letting your head settle in the crook of his neck, you breathe him in. He smells like flour and chocolate chips. His thumb brushes idly against you, hands lingering on the small of your back. 
The moment is gone as quickly as it came when a horrified voice cuts through the air.
“What the hell?!”
Startled, you and Osamu turn to see Atsumu– white-faced and disgusted– standing by the doorway. 
“Yer fuckin’ gross. The both of ya!” He shouts, pointing a finger at the two of you like he’s caught you committing a crime. 
You can’t help but laugh. 
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❀ WRAPPING PRESENTS w/ SHOYO HINATA !  
“Teach me how to wrap presents, please!” Shoyo exclaims, holding a cardboard box up for you to see. His eyes plead with you, expression contorted into an adorably desperate look. Your boyfriend, while talented in many respects, wasn’t the most detail-orientated individual. He was rough and often rushed delicate tasks. It makes sense that he’s not inclined towards wrapping gifts. 
Laughing, you smile at him, “You want me to teach you?” 
He nods excitedly, “Yeah, you’re really good!” His voice is breathy and reminiscent of when he was younger. Shoyo has changed in many ways since High School, but in others he’s remained exactly the same. Right now, he has the same eager look plastered on his face as he did back then, hungry for information– for a chance to grow. 
How could you deny his request? 
Taking the box from his hand, you saunter over to the makeshift wrapping station in the two of your’s apartment. Humming thoughtfully, you pick out some ribbon and giftwrap, careful to ensure they match. Shoyo watches your every move intently, drinking in your apparent wisdom. 
“First,” You say, placing the box delicately atop the wrapping paper, “You measure out how much you need.” Eyeing him, your voice drops to a low warning, “Try not to be wasteful, okay?”
He leans slightly into you, holding on to every detail. It makes your heart warm at how much this matters to him. Minutes pass, and you continue to walk him through the steps of giftwrapping. You delicately fold the paper in place, press tape to the box when needed, and tie a cute bow as a finishing touch. 
“Ta-da!” You sing, holding the gift up proudly. 
Shoyo’s eyes glimmer brightly, in awe of the present. He takes it in his hands, observing it closely, like if he looks hard enough, he too will become a master at wrapping presents. 
“Okay,” You chuckle, “Your turn now.” You run to grab another unwrapped box, placing it in front of him. He looks at you with too much determination for this mundane of a task, but it makes you smile regardless.
Getting started instantly, he bites his tongue in concentration. His face scrunches cutely, and he manuevers his body to shield you from his work.
Raising your eyebrows, you snort, “I can’t watch?” 
“It’s a surprise!” He answers, and he looks so sweet that it’s impossible to deny him the pleasure of amazing you with his gift. Relenting, you resign yourself to scrolling on your phone until he finishes the task at hand. You can’t help but steal glances every once in a while, smiling as he fumbles with the paper and grunts in frustration. Dutifully, his rough hands fiddle with the gift and you can tell he’s trying his very best. It’s sweet. 
After a while, he approaches you, eye glimmering with pride. And you can’t help but feel excitement to see what he’s accomplished. 
“Done!” He beams, “How’d I do?”
Looking at the gift, it takes all your willpower not to laugh.
It’s the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen.
The paper is misshapen and wrinkled, like he had to fight to get it to bend to his will. Twine is littered about the gift in a way that feels intentional, but falls short of being aesthetically pleasing. Eyes softening, a smile captures the entirety of your face. 
“It looks great.” 
You can’t tell him the truth. You don’t have the heart to. 
Grinning widely, he starts to ramble about how hard it was to remember all the steps you had given him, and that he’s relieved it all worked out. It’s so endearing that you can’t help but press a kiss to his cheek. 
In response to your display of affection, he tilts his head at you curiously, and you chuckle. 
“It looks great,” You repeat, “But maybe I can wrap the rest while you hand me the tape?” 
He nods dutifully, “Okay!” 
Smiling to yourself, you decide that Shoyo may not be the best giftwrapper, but his undying enthusiasm and desire to please you is the greatest gift you’ll ever have.
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a/n: happy holidays to all who celebrate :3 also, i do have a part 2 ready to go so expect that soon LOL. shoutout iris ONCE AGAIN for helping me brainstorm @cherrysurf i would be nothing without u.
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astrologylunadream · 1 year ago
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Everything About Your Future Spouse +Traits & Initials 🌹👤💍 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)
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Hi it's Lunadream~ This is my first future spouse reading for you guys, so let me know if you wanna see more readings like this one.❤️ We will learn everything on your future spouse and specific details about them. hope you find your message🥰
Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 This is a general reading for many people! (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)
Now, shall we begin~? ^w^ Think of the your person, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~❤️
Pile 1🌹
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Pile 2🪷
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Pile 3💐
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Pile 4🌷
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Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡
On to the readings —> 💕
Pile 1🌹
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Sign energy: Cold, Darling, Concert, Silence, Provide, Saturn, Aries, 5th house, 4th house, Sun,✔️♒️♋️🫡
🌹All about your future spouse: I kinda felt there would for sure be some successful energy from this pile's future spouse lol. Not necessarily prideful but definitely they know their worth, and I'm typically seeing an entrepreneur/family business thing going on with you two😍🏠💼 I love this couple's energy so much. Idk why but I'm getting some of you may be Aries-Aquarius relationship or Aries-Cancer relationship. They could have Capricorn, Aquarius, Aries, Leo, or Cancer placements in their chart. Omg your spouse will know how to mix work and play so well!! Like one minute they are serious down to business and the next dragging you off to a concert and jamming out with you LOL🤣 You guys may tie the knot sometime in winter. It's in the cards my pile 1's this person WILL PROVIDE.💸💰💍 Like your future spouse will dedicate so much to their family, and they will make a great parent I'm hearing for those who are interested in that😭💗 Omg so like at their work space they are super cold and sooo different from the way they are at home with their spouse/family, at home they are literally so sweet to their partner and love playing with their kids but they DON'T PLAY at work oml like people they work with will have mad respect for your future spouse, I'm kinda getting boss energy so that could be because everyone is under your future spouse or working for them.😎🪜🔝 They show authority to others I'm seeing people greeting your future spouse like saluting to them (maybe they're in high position), bowing to your future spouse, ect. Your future spouse is so soft spoken and sweet with my pile 1's, meanwhile at work they may be more stern or harsh. They don't mind stepping on toes to give everything to their family.🥺💐💞 Ride or die for their family vibes. Seriously you will mean so much to this person, you will be a huge highlight in your future spouse's life. It's so sweet, so loving.🥹❤️
💬Initials: X, F, V, U, R
📍Locations: North america, North, Australia, South, Europe (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live together🥰)
💼Occupations: Entrepreneur, Public figure, Manager, Business owner, CEO, Finance, Artist, Politician, Media Influencer, Property owner, High status official, Entertainment industry
💌Messages from your future spouse: I can't believe it, I can't look you in the eyes, You left an impression on me, Come to your senses, I'm so tempted (😍) Extra cards: Public image, Connection, Synchrony, Sagittarius, Cupid
Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!❤️
I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the red rose emoji~🌹 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💋
Pile 2🪷
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Sign energy: Eyebrows, Decor, February, Train, Siren, Chiron, 11th house, Water, South node, Earth,🦋🍋😰🌁
🌹All about your future spouse: Okay so definitely getting water sign energy with this one. Your future spouse has such adorable traits!!😩💗 They may be born in february so Pisces is likely. Aquarius, Earth or Water placements too. They may work online or have an online business, it's something really clever and innovative I'm hearing. Your future spouse will have a very delicate occupation like it's nothing extreme or dangerous it's actually super simple and successful.😇📨 This may be designing, home related, advertising, ect. I just feel like their job is so sweet idk why. It really suits them and they have such a calm and gentle work space. Your spouse will make money online or that is a source for them💸💻💫 You may connect with them through social media or that is where you first see them. They are intuitive and have exceptional ideas, I feel like they really think out of the ordinary.💡 For some of you this spouse may have a job that requires getting on a train🚆 My pile 2's your future spouse will be unique and very interesting to you.✨️ They will heal your past, like you can depend on them.🫂 Their eyebrows may be a noticeable physical trait of theirs. Your future spouse may live near a bridge or water, also you guys may have a small thing of growing your own fruits or vegetables?? For some of you that may be the case, it's really cute omg.🥺🩷 This will feel like a very healthy relationship for you both, a breath of fresh air. I feel like this person can be whatever you want them to be, like they will change for the better for you.💗 Omg can can we talk about how worried they get over you?? Like if you get injured or they think the slightest thing is bothering you, they will ask you what's wrong and comfort you until you feel better.😢🌧💞 Like they just know. Your future spouse has soft siren vibes imo, not the intense scary kind but the adorable floppy fish vibes idk??😂🤣 They are just there for you whenever you need them💓 This is a really soft and innocent relationship you guys will have. :D
💬Initials: F, Z, L, W, J
📍Locations: U.S.A, Turkey, Hawaii, Indonesia, Australia (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live together🥰)
💼Occupations: Brand owner, Home design, Online marketing, Architecture, Interior designer, Online business, Editor, Graphic design, Freelance artist, Social media management
💌Messages from your future spouse: I get lost in your eyes, All you have to do is ask, I'll tell them myself, Have you thought of me lately? I think you're a great person (They love my pile 2's vibe😊🩷) Extra cards: Above, Blood, Embrace, Union, Unrequited love
Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!❤️
I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the pink lotus emoji~🪷 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! Wish you the best and see you in the next reading💋
Pile 3💐
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Sign energy: Love letter, Wish, Spouse, Chiron, Long, Cancer, Aries, Mercury, 1st house, 3rd house,😭🥲🦇👅
🌹All about your future spouse: Wow interesting my pile 3's your future spouse is so recognizable, you will notice them right away.😍😍❤️ Prominent signs for them are Cancer, Aries, Virgo, and Gemini. They will be so into you from the start lol like serious about you. They will confess many times to ensure they have you, They could have long legs or something long in their appearance, their tongue could be.😶 Anyways they will speak to you first I'm hearing, it will not be hard for them to strike up a conversation with you. You will be shocked by their forward approach, they may be surprisingly honest in the beginning like "let's get this thing straight, I'm into you" kinda thing🤭❤️ But like once you become closer you will see how romantic and loving your future spouse gets with you!! They will compliment you and flirt with you so much, and probably the type to keep telling you they want to marry you.🏠🌹They are witty and romantic as hell. The type to brag about their family with you (if you have one) and tell others how in love with you they are. They will talk up my pile 3's so much.🥺💞 Their job may involve communicating with many people. Your future spouse will help you through things that have been affecting you for a while. You will really want to commit to this person I'm hearing, once they got you.. you won't wanna leave😝 They speak openly about the things they want and leave it out there waiting for you to fulfill them💋 Like saying they want affection without actually asking or telling you they're cold just to see if you'll cuddle them.🥺 This is so sweet, they know all the words to say to make you blush.🗣💌 Your future spouse will know they want to marry you upon first meeting or the early stages of the connection, also for some of you this person has been wishing and hoping to marry you or find you for a long time.⏳️ Once they have you they won't stop telling you how pretty/hot you are😳❤️‍🔥 They are great communicators, like really smooth.😎 Kisses with them will be💋👅 And hugs will be🫂😇 That is all I will say about that🙈 My pile 3's your future spouse will be so caring and doting to you, they will take good care of you guys!!
💬Initials: N, U, X, B, K
📍Locations: Canada, Finland, Peru, Africa, India (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live together🥰)
💼Occupations: Writer, Poet, Personal trainer, Motivational speaker, Public speaker, An activist of some kind, Family business, Preacher, Blogger, Screenwriter, News reporter, Broadcaster
💌Messages from your future spouse: I can't help myself, Just dance with me, I wish, There's distance between us, So what if we're a thing? Extra cards: Listen, Kitty, Ego, Enchanting, Comment (Yeah they are one with their words💬❤️‍🔥)
Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!❤️
I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the flower bouquet emoji~💐 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! Wish you the best and see you in the next reading💋
Pile 4🌷
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Sign energy: Hater, Age, Walk, Leo, 10th house, 7th house, 5th house, Gemini, Moon, Chiron,🧱🦥🔞🦄
🌹All about your future spouse: There is a lot going on with this pile.🤯 Your future spouse is someone very important, on the top of success in their field.🔝💼 They are charismatic and good with all kinds of people, they know how to gain respect🤝 You guys may have a significant age gap with this person, I'm getting they are older than most of you. My pile 4's feel more youthful, that is the vibe I'm getting from you guys. Your future spouse has a masculine energy and approach to things, very dominant feel. I'm getting model/acting/CEO/millionaire/high up official vibes.✨️ Take what resonates but I am seeing not everyone will approve of your relationship with them.😬🚫 For some of you this could be your mom or someone who is protective over you, they may not want you to marry this person. Your future spouse will be very well off in terms of finance💸 I'm getting the vibe they may push you guys away at first, maybe you want to rush into things with them but they don't think you are ready.✋️🤨 They may put their walls up at first, but eventually they will realize you are worthy and successful in their eyes.👑💍 At first your future spouse will come off dismissive of you since they are used to having many admirers that get on their nerves, your future spouse may have issues with gold diggers💰🧲 I'm seeing people tryna put their hands on them and they're just like 🙄 get the fk away. LOL they hate it. Everyone thinks they are one of a kind and want a piece of them, your future spouse will recieve so much attention.👀 Also people will be jealous of you and your spouse like why her/him??😒😤 Your relationship will be sought after by many. Your future spouse may also take walks often, that could be something you two do together.🥰 They will protect and provide for my pile 4's, nothing will get in their way of you guys seriously.🥺❤️ When you two are finally committed things will get spicy aswell❤️‍🔥
💬Initials: W, C, M, T, D
📍Locations: Turkey, Hawaii, Canada, Brazil, Thailand (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live together🥰)
💼Occupations: Public figure, Business owner, Entertainer, CEO, Entrepreneur, Model, Acting, Investor, Marketer, Producer, Fashion industry, Brand ambassador
💌Messages from your future spouse: You're talking nonsense, Smile for me, We might move too fast, You're my addiction, Listen up (Lol they're like listen here pile 4 you belong to them😭👇) Extra cards: Skin, Beach, Compulsive, Beloved, Expand (I'll leave it to you guys imagination on that one😳)
Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!❤️
I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 4 with the tulip emoji~🌷 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! Wish you the best and see you in the next reading💋
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tarotbyjam24 · 11 days ago
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What does this person think of you ?
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Pile 1. Pile 2. Pile 3.
Pile 1
Hello pile 1 , this person thinks of you as someone who can get somethings outta nothing. To them you're probably an easy going person. They may also think that you're mostly submissive in nature . They think you're good at balancing, moderation or managing things . For example you may like to drink but you're also someone who works out and meditates so this is the balance they appreciate about you . They may think that you've gone through so much that now you're becoming fragile you've been holding onto it for so long and you desire that someone else could hold it or do it for you . Probably you're trying hard in school. I'm also getting this line from Charlie Puth 's song see you again . We've come a long way without you my friend and I'll tell you all about it when I see you again . And and It's been a long day without you friend and I'll tell you all about it when I see you again . They may also think that you're trying to fit in when you're not supposed like you're supposed to be yourself gurlll. They may also think that you're connected to sprituality probably your chakras are open , aligned and active or you're working on your third eye and throat chakra. They think you may like to plan things before executing them even in your daily life you may like to make to do lists and tick it off when the day ends . They may also think that you're working on something right now for future and they may wanna lend you a hand in your work ? This person thinks you might need someone to help you and they're here for you :) probably you're thinking of traveling but you're not in the mood to go solo and this person is ready to go on trip with you . They may also think that you need to get outta your comfort zone and cross that self made boundary to see that there's so much in this world to see and explore. They may think that you need a change . You need to do the changes in yourife and be more go with the flow typa person instead of planning everything months before as it might not lead to the natural process of plans because you kinda manipulated events by planing them ? idk if that makes sense . Take this sentence only if it resonates otherwise let it fly . I'm getting very sagittarius vibe you might need to or wanna embody this zodiac's vibe. Also don't be afraid of falling on ground and being bruised . Those bruises are your experiences and those scars will always tell you that how far you've made. And how you've stood up again for yourself. That's all pile 1 Bbye bless you and love you .
Pile 2
read by @tobari7x3 💗
I'm getting, Pile 2 is in the procss of creating like, learning to create any form of art or maybe a new skill. You're not an expert at it, you're still learning and you have immense passion for it— at least that s your person’s point of view. They think your passion is like your wings to your being, and they believe that whatever ou are working hard to learn, your passion for it would lead you to success. Im getting this person enjoys your creations/ work and loves watching you in the process. I struggle in words, but I have this imagery in my head: Theyre excited and watching you work and your passionate bursts give them a feeling of deep admiration. Their eyes literally see you as the bright shining being, when watchin you work or talk about your work/art. In short, tey deeply admire your passion for your craft and you inspire them to thrive, to maybe try something new, go past fears and work hard. I feel like this person has seen you rise fro the ashes: I heard the word “Phoenix” in my head starting the reading, however, the second pull of cards are clarifying it. Theyve seen your darkest times… maybe you werent always the person youre today and faced struggles with being confident abut yourself and were afraid of doing what your heart desires for the fear of failure was holdingyou back from your passion. However, you broke through like a determined warrior, accepted your flaws and moved on to pursue the will of your heart. Yure a free spirited phoenix in their eyes Pile 2! They are proud of you and admire your story. You inspire them to break through their own fears.
Pile 3
Read by @tobari7x3 💗
Welcome pile 3! First of all, it was very prominent that your person struggles to communicate their feelings. They are calculative and even a little timid. I wonder if they do not want you to know what they think about you… First look at the spread, there is a color palette: Mostly blues, purple and a hint of yellow on every card from the first pull. Now that I notice, the yellows are either stars or a light source! And OMG! 3 major arcanas with Ace of Wands! With my limited experience with color symbolism in tarot, I can map out that this person perceives this connection as a spiritual light that leads them through their shadows and into somewhere high and profound. This connection makes them spiritually grow. I can sense some romantic undertones to their feeling(take as applies, might be a specific group of people). On the cards- Your arrival in their lives may have put an end to something and pushed them to look into themselves and fix old patterns. Eventually becoming the better version of themselves and starting a new beginning into a new era with this connection. They feel a deep spiritual bond to you, and yo make them take steps they really should. Reversed AOW tells me that this relationship is rather calm and lacks passion or isnt that energetic at the moment…very slow pace. “Let it be slow for the soul needs healing” I just heard that. I pulled 2 more cards: Youve made them learn crucial lessons about themselves. Overall, they view you as a spiritual mentor,friend and maybe even a lover(specific groups again, take as resonates). They are grateful to have you and this profound connection in their lives. I literally hear them say “thank you” hehe! Good luck lovely pile 3!!!
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
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dexthtoyounglings · 2 months ago
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At Every Turn
Captain Rex x Reader Smut
Summary: Stumbling into that stupid plant wasn't part of the mission. But, seeing your Captain naked wasn't either.
Warnings: NSFW, porn w/out plot, sex pollen, dubcon (reader is still pretty conscious but idk), captian kink, rough sex, praise kink, kinda pining I guess idek wtf that means but okay
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GIF NOT MINE!!
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Stuffy.
The tent was stuffy. Not only stuffy; uncomfortable, suffocating, a nightmare.
You wanted to crawl out of your skin. Body screaming, you begged for a deep wind to cool the blood inside of you. It felt like torture to be awake in this state, burning up like a helpless sheet of paper, turning into ash and being lifted through this air without weight. A pot of boiling water, dissolving into the air, you felt a burning heat inside of your body, running like a river of molten rock. Hotter than Mustafar, your skin could’ve cooled the lava into solid rock.
Not only that, but the heated river rushing through your veins seemed to run right down to your core, flushing your cheeks with deep pink.
Heat licked over your body, bringing sweat to every inch that held surface on your skin. As if you’d run a mile, your blacks were soaked brutally at every crevice of your body, sweat coating a thin, wet layer down your back. Smothering, your clothes clung to you, lighting every nerve ending in your body, your mind hyperaware of the way everything touched you.
There was no desire to wipe the sweat away, no desire to clear your body and change your clothes. Just the desire to be stripped of them, to be removed of the burden that gave you modesty.
The desire for them to be yanked off with the intensity of a hungry animal.
The smothering heat seamlessly connected with the never-ending wave of arousal coursing through your body. It was shameful, and you knew you would feel your face warm with a similar heat when facing a mental replay of the scenario. How you had soaked through your underwear completely, wetness spreading from the center, climbing the fabric. A humiliating display, your thighs shaking, damp with it.
A cloud of deep seated need hid you from the blunt end of shame, filling your mind with a doughy numbness. Left without thoughts, the only sound that was permitted clearance was a constant string of pleas, your body begging relentlessly.
Whining, you bit down on the meat of your left palm, the pinch of pain shooting into your stomach, mixing with the unrelenting arousal. Your other hand was shoved down the front of your leggings, the top of your blacks riding up to reveal the hot skin of your stomach, burning against the air.
It wasn’t enough though, your head cloudy, three fingers stuffed inside of you, pumping with a strained pace. Your muscles seemed to object to the constant movement of your wrist, but the small spurts of pleasure were enough to deter you from the thought of stopping. Maker, you don't think you possibly could, not with the fire in your gut.
Only one thing stopped your pace.
A deep voice.
"Y/n?"
You almost moaned at the way your name rolled off his tongue.
Captain of the 501st. Commanded some of the most elite troopers this army has ever seen. He was a unit himself; large hands, tanned muscles that were ripe enough to bite, the face of desire that resonated through you. You'd been drooling over him since you were introduced as a field medic, always disassociating on a daydream of his attention. Now, hearing his voice in your current state did nothing helpful to the way you felt about him. Your hand wetting a bit as you salivated, a heavy breath ended in a silent moan.
"Y/n, can I come in?" Rex spoke, still standing outside the tent entrance, the shadow of him looming, "Kix told me what.. he told me what's wrong."
You whined audibly, "Please."
Rex entered, making note to zip the entrance down. Then, he turned, laying eyes on you.
You couldn't imagine what he thought in that moment, not when he was looking at you. His caramel gaze ran over your hunched position, the attention had you biting down harder on the meat of your hand, sucking up a puddle of saliva back into your mouth. Your fingers had started back on their own volition, pumping in and out fervently. He blinked slowly, jaw clenching as he moved closer. His steps were heavy, restrained. If you were any more conscious, you'd be embarrassed.
Rex settled onto one armored knee, resting his arm on the other as he crouched down in front of you.
"Maker, you're soaking, Mesh'la," he said, voice gravelly as he drank in the sight before him, "How are we ever gonna clean this up?"
You whined, a hood setting over your eyes as you felt your pleasure peak. He just needed to keep speaking to you. Just keep talking.
"I need to help you out, okay? Need to get this out of your system, is that okay sweetheart?"
Swallowing deep, you nodded, "Please Rex. I n-need you, please."
He sucked in a sharp breath, shoulders stiffening, broadening. You wanted to climb him, grab ahold of every part of him you could grasp. You needed to touch him. Everything in your body burned to touch him.
Rex tugged his gloves off, setting them beside the two of you. A moan slipped from your mouth, calloused hands coming out of reach for you. You leaned into his touch, pumping your fingers faster. He carefully lifted up the top-half of your blacks, pushing at your arms to get them free. Thoughtlessly, your fudgy mind only reacted to him with a look of desire. Pulling at your wrist, he grunted, "Take them out for a second, I need to get this off you."
His commanding voice sent you reeling, wetting your lips, "Yes, Captain."
He stopped, despite you loosening your control. He stared into your eyes, something you'd never seen before casting a net over his blown pupils, his gaze... different. And if you said it didn't set fire to more embers inside of you, you would be a liar. No, you thought any woman would fall to their knees for that look, and you moved to close yours at it.
His hands placed themselves on your damp thighs, pushing your legs apart with a growl.
"What did you call me?"
Squirming, you tried to touch him, only for your wrist to be caught in his calloused hand, his body placing itself between your legs.
"Captain," you repeated, voice airy, helpless and needy.
Whatever front of formality that he tried holding with you seemed to snap, the hard look of his rank finally leaving those entrancing eyes. You knew whatever had been holding him together broke free when you practically moaned his title back at him.
With a gentle shoving of your arms up, he peeled your blacks off you. The moment the top was off, it wasn't long before you found yourself completely bare, the cloth floor of the tent now catching the slick that leaked from you. Like a lothcat in heat, you felt like you were melting at the way that he manhandled you. You grasped at his biceps as he freed your tight leggings, needing to touch him, needing to feel his body heat from under his own blacks. You needed the armor off, you needed to feel him.
Your hands fumbled with the plastoid plates, a familiarity taking over as you undid the same straps you had for yourself earlier. A deep shade of pink took over your cheeks, burning through you as you mindlessly threw off bits and pieces of armor.
He reveled in the urgency, in the animalistic way you tore through those barriers, something like fondness mixed with longing held ground in his gaze. He let you run through the pieces adorning both arms before he started to take over, looking up at you between removal, watching as the corner of your mouth seemed to wet with anticipation.
"Rex please... please, I just need it now," you grabbed at him, trying to get ahold of anything.
You stopped, lips parting when he grabbed the top half of his blacks from the bottom, pulling them up and over his head, revealing a plane of of hard cut abs, each line deep, muscle rippling as he centered his core again. He discarded his top, looking down at you now with shoulders that seemed to cover all light, the makeshift overheads that had been set up haloing around his outline. Maker, he looked like a god, begging to be caressed and beheld will adoring eyes.
With a feral movement, you pounced on him. Sliding your hands onto his hips, you traced the emphasized v-line that trailed down his pelvis, tugging at the waistband of his blacks. Tilting your head up, your mouth found his, kissing him fervently. His breath hitched, before he caught up, a growl slipping past his lips. His lips fought against yours, moving with a urgency that equated your own. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, eliciting a moan that surfaced from your burning belly.
Broad, large hands splayed cross your back, supporting you as you fumbled with his pants, yanking his cod piece off before revealing the lost piece of a deranged puzzle.
Oh, and you had never considered it could be so... perfect.
You pulled away from him, a string of saliva connecting your hot mouths for a second, before breaking. Eyes averting downward, you whined.
Jango Fett must've been... well endowed. Just as you had heard. Because before you, the hard length of Rex made you swallow, the primal need in your body to touch him spiking. Maker, you wouldn't be able to handle any longer without your mind breaking. If it was even intact still.
Your hand, ever the responder to your dearest desires, reached out for Rex. His eyes, filled with honey, watched you with something... otherworldly. Not something inherently foreign, but a gaze that struck your heart deep, digging it's heels in and cursing you.
Your fingertips didn't seem to feel the same sentiment enough to stop, running over every hard-cut surface, squeezing at his hips, nails dragging softly down his skin, but returned to fervent fingers soon enough.
The deft movements you made with them, tracing the v-line that led to... fuck. You clenched your jaw. You felt you might melt into the floor before you could even made contact, burning up at the thought of embracing the warm skin with your palm. Biting your bottom lip, you trailed your index finger to the exceptionally soft skin of his member, savoring the feel.
Warm, he was warm when you wrapped your hand around him, and you recognized you may never be able to handle touching him without your body reacting viscously. A starved craving, whining at the precum beading at his tip, grinding your hips against nothing.
Tugging at him, you swallowed tightly. He groaned.
The noise captured you like a dog warden, and you felt that tight leash restrict your breathing, keeping you reigned in.
But it was getting so much harder, the weight of the air pushing so much harder on you, suffocating your feverish body.
"Rex," you moaned, his name a plea rolling off your tongue. Like the first taste of a future addict, you found your core throbbing at the mere mention of his name from your own lips.
Rex gently pushed your hand from his member, letting his large hands fall to your bare sides. He ran that rough skin over your own, drinking in the sight of you, the peaks of your nipples, the way his thumb rubbed softly over your stomach. And they caught on the way you clenched around nothing, soft, wet breaths mixing with whines and pleas.
"Rex," you cried.
He looked up at you, left hand drifting down to your thigh, gripping the soft flesh, "What do you need, sweet girl?"
"Inside- I need you inside of me," your chest rose and fell with thick thuds.
His hand slid up further, igniting your body with fireworks. His thumb rested itself on the lip of your warmth, teasing you as you squirmed for contact. You reached up for him, holding his arms tightly, looking up at him with tear-brimmed eyes. Huffing out of breath, "I need you inside of me. Please. No- No more teasing, Rex... 'can't take it, please."
"Tell me you want it. Promise me you want it," Rex said, eyes sincere, almost hurting, "Promise me that we'll talking about this after."
You leaned a hand up, touching his face, caressing the strong features with a softness leaking out of the dam containing you, "I promise, Rex. I promise, please."
That seemed to flood both of your minds.
Rex picked up your legs, pushing them up, cock twitching at the flexibility of your body as you folded. Your hair was splayed across the floor, tangled and unruly, the position showing off your glistening folds. He licked his lips, hunger controlling him.
"If I get to see you like this again," Rex whispered, "I'm gonna take my time with you... taste this pussy."
You moaned.
Again.
Again.
Fuck, you wanted it again. You would've taken it every day, till he couldn't possibly give you anymore. Till you couldn't breathe. And maybe you'd continue begging after that too. Just to have him.
His hand wrapped around the middle of his shaft, taking your focus away from the world itself. The zipped flaps of the tent, the breeze tickling at your burning skin, the dim lights that haloed the glory that was your Captain. It was all lost to you. Dragging the soft tip of himself through your wetness, the bead of precum that had budded at his slit mixing with your own arousal. You bit your lip, unable to draw your eyes away.
Then, he pushed in. Your body wanted to cry in relief, the painful stretch, the way his girth threatened to split you in half. It was everything you needed. The pain was masked as pleasure, the need for release biting at your neck.
"Rex..." you breathed out, hooded eyes watching the way he pushed in to the hilt.
"You're fucking swallowing me, mesh'la," he sucked in through his teeth, " y' take this dick like you were made for it."
A blush bloomed inside you, eating you whole, fogging your world in his scent and your own desire. A moan birthed itself into the air as his pelvis met your own.
It was lewd. It was absolutely vile the way your clit met the coarse hair at the base of his member, stretched wholly around him. You felt your wetness press against his skin, soaking every single inch that weighed heavy inside of you. Sweat coated you both equally now, the room an overwhelming stuffy sensation on the nose.
You gripped at Rex's back, looking up at his face.
Gorgeous. He was drop dead gorgeous. Your heart could've never denied that. He killed you, skin a tanned glory, muscles shining a way his brothers' never achieved. His bleached hair, buzzed close to the head, but soft in the sunshine. He was gorgeous.
Wrinkles mingled between his brows which pushed at each other. His jaw was squared, clenching tightly, withholding himself.
One of your hands drifted up, desperate to touch his face, desperate to grab at him, to take him.
Shifting your hips, his eyes met yours, lips crashing down onto your own with a fervency. Your craving for him was unbridled to anything you'd ever felt, some burning urge razing through your stomach as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. Every movement, every lick at his mouth made you clench around him, sharing every groan.
Drunk on Rex, you took in the taste of him. Of your Captain; stoic, yet humorous. But always professional. It made you wonder if anyone else had gotten him like this. If anyone else had felt his wet tongue lick through their mouth, shamelessly swapping spit, cock shoved to the hilt inside of them.
He pulled his mouth away, pressing his forehead against yours, hard cut eyes looking into your own. You breathed in every exhale, soaked in his eye contact. Thrived in his presence.
"Please, Rex," you moaned, "I need you to move. I need you."
He pulled back, sitting on his knees. His hands, roughness reflecting his years of holding a blaster, held your hips. His thumb dug into the skin, hard enough to bruise. And his eyes never left yours.
Not even when he pulled out, dragging deliciously against your walls, before pushing himself back into you with a power thrust.
A moan ripped from your throat, raw and unrestrained. They mirrored his movements, the delight that danced in his eyes as he fucked himself into you. The sounds he was making was driving you wild, pleasure coursing through you at every breath fanning over your face. You needed him primally, body begging for you to cling to him, to keep him.
Ruining you. He was ruining you, overwhelming you, claiming you. Maybe it was your muddled senses from the aphrodisiacs, or maybe it was the deep craving for the man who currently pumped within you, but you felt a wave crashing inside you, coming back bigger every time, warning you of you impending climax.
"Fuck," he groaned, clenching his teeth together as you clenched around him, whining in warning, "''squeezing me so tight."
Your hands raked down his back, moaning, "Rex... Rex, 'm gonna cum- Rex.."
You prayed his name, teeth latching onto his shoulder, moaning loudly into it while his hips picked up their pace. Pounding into you, he angled your hips up, his blunt head hitting a spot that pushed you under the water, drowning you in a pleasure that had your eyelids slamming shut.
A near-scream unleashed itself from your throat, hands grasping at muscles, tearing at skin. You must've looked erratic, tearing away at your Captain as he continued striking your g-spot, bringing you to tears.
Your throat was dry, body still burning hot, and he wasn't fucking stopping.
"Rex.."
"What do you need, cyare?"
You licked your lips, pulling back to look at him.
"More. I need more of you."
He flashed you a grin, one that flirted with your heart, tugging at every part of your gut. Leaning down, he pepper kisses along your jawline and ear, paced now a slow, deep grinding that butchered your sweet spot, "Yeah? I can give you more... as much as you can take."
"I can- can take all of it," you whispered back at him.
He pulled back, looking into your eyes. The silence was biting, his eyes predatory.
"Then I guess I'll never stop, huh?"
He pulled out, a whine leaving you at the emptiness. But your Captain wouldn't leave you hanging like that; not in battle, and definitely not in this state.
Flipping you over into your stomach, Rex pulled your hips up, thrusting back into you with a growl. Everything closed up around you, your body honed onto the drag of Rex's cock within you. He reached deeper, fucking into you like a man gone mad, pounding without abandon. One hand travelled up your back, pressing you down between your shoulders, hips slapping erratically.
"You can take it all, yeah? I'll make sure you take it all. Fuck this cunt stupid, right, pretty girl?" he chuckled softly, "Love this dick, don't you?"
You whined in response, your core heating at his words.
"C'mon, let me hear it. Let me hear how much you love it."
Your eyes rolled back, drool dabbed at the corner of your mouth, face pressed into the floor of the tent, "M-mmaker, Rex! I.. I love- I love your dick."
He groaned, pressing your hips down, positioning them, finding the core of your pleasure.
"Good girl. Such a good girl, always listening to her Captain.."
You clenched around him, pressing your knees to the ground, pushing yourself back against him, trying to shove him impossibly deeper.
Waves tickled that dam again, threatening to spill over. Waves. Moans. Waves. Slapping. Waves. Rex. Rex. Rex. Rex.
You were being consumed, by him, by the tent, by the planet, by the galaxy. By Rex. You felt a second orgasm, threatening, growling, begging for release.
And his, you knew it wouldn't be long till Rex was falling into the same water that pulled you in, his hips falling out of pace, breath uneven, messy moans falling from his rich lips. Your name was a whisper on skin, him faltering, shoving himself deep into your warmth just to hit the sweet, spongy spot eliciting endless pleasure.
Your head felt heavy, legs losing their strength, a bellowing moan leaving your mouth as you tightened, your whole body clenching and breaking apart.
Not far behind you, Rex pushed himself further, grunting hoarsely, driving one last thrust before spilling into you. A warmth spread inside your torso, replaced the warmth that previously ate at you. Your body, begging for release, found his seed enough of compensation to filter itself from your blood.
Tired. You were so tired.
Rex weighed heavy inside of you, hands still caressing, body pressing silently. With a whine from you in protest, he pulled out, running a palm up and down your spine to soothe out deep breaths.
He said something, but your ears blocked it. Fuzzy, you faintly heard his voice.
"-/n," he said again, still missing your ears
"Y/n."
He pulled you up, chest resting against your back as he sat you between his legs.
"Rex," you whispered, tilting your head back to look up at him."
He smiled, "Are you okay? Can I get you water?"
You nodded, "Water, please."
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stylespresleyhearted · 15 days ago
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any mota fanfic recs?
OH MY GOODNESS DO I EVER 🗣️🗣️
the *amount* of talent found in the mota fandom alone is insane, it blows my mind. i read these pieces and my mind can’t comprehend that someone wrote something so beautifully heartwarming or heart-wrenching and is allowing me to read it for FREE on the internet. it belongs in an archive of beautiful literature. (I think i meant a library …)
of course i got to start w marina (mommy 🫶🏻) : @precious-little-scoundrel
dear john - of course i gotta be biased it was part of my yelling and the beginning of john egan stealing my heart. john writes a letter to lana tierney, a famous actress, who writes back and slips in a gift to raise the major’s spirits 😉 (also coming up with the acornym A.C.O.R.N was so fun)
she’s also got a phenomenon currently ongoing Those Who Can - I support all these characters and Marina beautifully juggles so many sensitive, delicate topics and does so with the respect and understanding needed to do so.
But in all seriousness I followed Marina from the Elvis fandom (where we were also in cahoots) to MOTA fandom & she’s so lovely, supportive, protective, and in many ways has become a rock for me. what i don’t see in myself she manages to bring out and encourages me to keep trying my hand at writing so i’m grateful for her always ♥️
@joeyalohadream her cooler-verse fics oh my gooodnesssss i am NOT exaggerating when i say i have reread like at least 13 times. i love love love to read them late at night or early in the morning it’s comfort reading to me and the love language displayed between john and gale in her stories resonates deeply with my love language so i think it helps me further invest into the story. so heartbreakingly good. it truly only hurts because they love each other SO MUCH.
- at this point i’d be lying if i said i haven’t read everything she has written though. let your heart be light currently occupies my time, thoughts, and soul. there’s one portion in it’s different with you and me that has made me reread a handful of times: She eyes him in his uniform and he sees the way the night could go. The way it should go.
But all it makes him think about is Gale.
Gale, who doesn’t watch the girls at the pub, but who watches John.
Gale, who tenses up when the guys crowd him, but melts under John’s arm like it’s the most comfortable place in the world for him to be.
Gale, who went a whole day and a half giving him the cold shoulder after John came back to their room painted in red lipstick stains and smelling of cheap perfume.
So, he chats and he smiles, but he doesn’t flirt and he doesn’t touch. Because if there’s even a possibility in this world that there’s a chance Gale is like him and that he likes him, he’s not blowing it for anymore nights of chasing a fleeting good feeling.
@johnslittlespoon i stumbled upon their tough and sweet universe and ohhhhh myyyy looordddd. Yes pls. Age gap. Younger bucky. Biker gale. Biker Gale who is so tender and gentle and caring and sensitive to all of Bucky’s emotions and helps stabalize him. Gale who asks him what he wants to do and how his day was and respects his boundaries and cares for him. brb gonna go cry. so soft for them. (Im secretly hoping benny and brady are gay in this fic but idk lmao) also marge is awesome but we all knew that. and paulina’s a bad ass every fic.
@swifty-fox geez louiseee where do i even start!!! i just reread wormwood today (retaliation has been promised 🥵) and one thing that continuously draws me in is the backstory they manage to create. obsessed w little beasts it’s burnout! John and pastor! Gale and i wish i had the words to talk about how amazing it is. we were left on such a cliff hanger and they’ve been brought into each other’s family now (kinda) and gale said this line: only me? that i haven’t been able to stop thinking about. i can’t believe (and also can’t wait) that these two are gonna date and be a couple and hold hands and kiss and cuddle and - 🤯 most recently there is cicada season and i don’t want to go into that one i just want everyone to read it. their way of writing human complexity, sin, acceptance, grief, anger, insecurity — everything is so raw and cutting and beautiful. i wanna poke swifty’s brain bc they are so smart and knowledgeable but alas i want to remain unblocked.
I feel like I’m missing SO MANYYYYY GAHHH there are so many one shots i’m sure i’ll probably reblog to add 😭😭
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marigoldbaker · 1 year ago
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thinking about it some more rn and i think the reason amy resonates so hard w me is that she is kind of fucking shitty to people. she is inconsiderate when it comes to rory, has these lofty expectations that the doctor can never reach, and all of this is coming from her own comfort (not ALWAYS but OFTEN) taking precedent over the feelings of so many other people. and this is not something that the rtd era companions had going on in the same way — they had moments of smallness and pettiness but they were all such fundamentally compassionate and big hearted individuals who always tried to do the right thing by the world at large! but amy, while decisively caring, cares about herself and her circle first and foremost. she is on a Wild Crazy Adventure and helps people when she can but is predominantly just there to have fun and be silly and not have to commit to anything real. and to have that presented as the lovable and sympathetic companion …. idk i kinda vibe with that. i like it :) i like that she is kinda terrible sometimes and expects the doctor to fix everything and takes rory for granted and they both still love her so much.
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alt-wannabe · 5 months ago
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MCSR As Chemical Compounds
idk either man. expect very little actual explanation and a lot of chemical yapping from a very big nerd
Silverr as Silver Nitrate:
AgNO3
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the above is the crystal structure
appearance is just a white crystal kinda like sugar
it took everything in me to not just make silverr plain Ag
silver nitrate is the most common precursor for all other important silver salts
also an extremely important compound in the development of photography! (and iirc silverr is a film major)
Feinberg as Ozone:
O3
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produced during lightning strikes
pale blue at high ppm
only leaves gas state at cryogenic temperatures
naturally occurring in the stratosphere and absorbs UV rays from the sun
Fruit as Nickel(II) Chloride Hexahydrate:
NiCl2•6H2O
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green
the non-hydrate form is a sort of olive-y yellow color
used to absorb ammonia in gas masks
Raddles as Potassium Permanganate:
KMnO4
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Sometimes referred to as Purple Potion Powder
goes CRAZY purple when dissolved and is lowkey my favorite chemical
very strong oxidizing agent
one time i stained my hand purple through my glove with this shit idk how it happened
if made in specific solvents can look extremely similar to dragon's breath in minecraft imo
K4 as Octathio[8]circulene:
C16S8
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also referred to as Sulflower (like sulfur and sunflower haha get it)
planar which is fairly uncommon for molecules of this size
can be stacked together to make sheets of sulflowers
Cube as Cubane:
C8H8
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yeah this is self-explanatory
what is interesting though is that ring strain in 4 membered rings/squares is really high, so cubane existing is a bit of a chemical anomaly
i havent read into it enough to know for sure but i suspect that ring strain is why cubane is a precursor to a HELLA STRONG explosive compound
Reignex as PPTA:
Poly-p-paraphenylene terephthalamide
[-CO-C6H4-CO-NH-C6H4-NH-]n
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the name is complicated as shit but this is just kevlar!
aka bulletproof vest material
looks fluffy when not woven completely together
aligning of polymer chains w hydrogen bonds creates EXTREMELY high tensile strength
Mime as Phenylmagnesium Bromide:
C6H5MgBr
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a common grignard reagent aka a compound that can be used in a grignard reaction, an extremely important reaction in organic synthesis as it creates new C-C bonds
another fun fact about grignard reagents is that if water is added to them- or even if they're handled in particularly moist air- they fucking explode
extremely strong nucleophile and base
Poundcake as Xenon Hexafluoride:
XeF6
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Noble gases don't react unless you REALLY make them
so a compound containing xenon is really interesting
colorless as a solid but sublimes (aka skips straight from solid to gas) into a bright yellow gas
fun fact a lot of instances where typical chemistry rules are broken (noble gases not reacting, octet rule in general, etc) involve fluorine to the point ive heard it referred to as a "batshit electron thief"
Fulham as Iron Hexacyanidoferrate:
C18Fe7N18
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also known as prussian blue
extremely common pigment in paints and the first modern synthetic pigment
used extensively in The Great Wave
another one of my favorite molecules bc im biased and like inorganic chem aka things that contain metals
used as an antidote for heavy metal poisoning which is interesting bc it contains cyanide ligands!
Couriway as Bullvalene:
C10H10
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in a state of constant resonance
aka the double bonds are CONSTANTLY shifting and reforming bullvalene into... itself but moved around a little
the bonds fluctuate so rapidly that in nmr analysis each carbon and hydrogen in the entire molecule is read as equivalent (for my non-chem people that's very uncommon and very cool)
formed through photolysis (aka using light/photons to fuel a reaction)
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reality-shitting · 10 days ago
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Gonna start a tag on my page for these kinds of posts, where im just laying out my thoughts/realizations and seeing if they resonate with others. Gonna call the tag Java jots, cause I'm just jotting stuff down.
I think I just realized that I'm not making an assumption; I'm making a wish. I'm saying "I'm already in my DR!" And then peeking around to see if it's here yet. I'm blowing on birthday candles and stamping my feet when the wish isn't fulfilled.
I haven't read much of Neville's works, mainly just listening to people who study his work and regurgitate his words, but perhaps that's why it's called "the state of the wish fulfilled". It's like ordering a package and looking out everyday to see if it's here yet. When you look, you become frustrated that it isn't there. But when you forget and don't pay attention, you're not so pressed about the package not being in your life yet. When it does show up you're like "oh! Hey! Cool!" But when it doesn't, you're frustrated about it. You want that thing now. And it's coming! It is. But maybe it'll be easier if you just. Let yourself forget about it. Relax.
I write these in the same way that I therapist myself. I write out my thoughts and my brain kinda naturally directs me towards a solution. I've been thinking about going cold turkey w shifting/loa media, so maybe this is my subconscious's way of telling me to do just that and that that is the correct way to go. Idk tho, just think-thunkin
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the-void-and-the-valley · 3 months ago
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i might have something kinda chronically online to say abt arcane gang so bare w me
spoilers ahead for arcane season 2 ‼️‼️‼️
a little context before hand:
- this is coming from someone who grew up with being okay with never seeing queer people/ships ever confirmed in shows, just because it was never done, rather than a place of "mleh my ship wasn't confirmed >:((("
- a person whose first words to describe my queer identity was lesbian, and who still resonates very deeply with that identity
- a massive fan of arcane and lol
so now for the possibly very whiney sounding part:
isn't it a little bit,,, weird that in a show full of so much queer rep,,,, there was no confirmed queer men at all???? correct me if i'm wrong, but through out the show we had a lot of 100% queer women shown on screen (obviously caitvi, but also a lot of background characters)
meanwhile i can't think of a single time a man was shown to be confirmed as queer????
and then to get specific, we had caitvi kiss multiple times, and then of course the sesbian lex scene, we had timebomb (jinx/powder and ekko) kiss on screen, and it was all great and amazing!!!!!
but then we had jayce and viktor, the start and end of everything (CANONICALLY), pour their hearts out, hold each other close, save each other over and over again,,, hug?? press their foreheads together???
do NOT get me wrong, the scene was beautiful and incredible and honestly way more than i expected, but just in context with the wlw relationships and other major ships in the show, it just feels a little strange that they didn't kiss?
i mean look at the gif sets people are posting showing love in the show!! almost all of them have a kiss, then you have jayvik,,,
idk, this is not meant to be taken too deeply, and i just want to see if anyone else noticed, so please don't tear into me, i love the show and all the characters and ships very much, i just got to thinking
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I was thinking about tma and I have a thought about it but idk if maybe ppl would think it's kind of??? A cop out??? Idk but like my thought on this is like tma hinges on Smirkes 14 which- I strongly agree with you- is a patently stupid system of organizing the fears but tbh I feel like that stupidity strengthens tmas themes of cosmic horror and its critique of the philosophical ripples of 1. Enlightenment era ideas of empiricism and the resurgence of those sorts of attitudes in Victorian times (aka slotting all data into taxonomies regardless of their actual accuracy- for example in the real world Race Science comes to mind an inaccurate, arbitrary, stupid, harmful taxonomy developed out of whole cloth to harm and exploit the vulnerable. I consider smirkes 14 to be analogous to that sort of thing- the human impulse towards pattern seeking taken to the logical extreme of applying arbitrary and harmful taxonomies as though they have any internal accuracy when they just dont) 2. Entrenched English systems of power that assert themselves thru institutions- in this case aristocracy and academia (Jonah magnus, the magnus archives itself, the fairchildes, and the Lukas family explicitly. In terms of metaphor I consider those that serve the fears to sort of be metaphorically resonant w those irl who uphold unfair hierarchies such as monarchy or aristocracy. It even kind of plays out in the granular interpersonal workplace dynamics of the archive wherein martin - working class bg- had to fake his cv to get a job and is subsequently mistreated by his boss for not being competent or how Sasha was passed over for a promotion a she was clearly better suited for by a man who was not as qualified)
I don't think this is just a watsonian reading of something poorly written btw (tho tma definitely has its flaws and this interpretation still doesn't necessarily have to retroactively justify this writing choice.) I think it was intended to be understood this way since there are allusions in-text to the Christian parable of the blind men and the elephant and at another point someone (I think it was peter Lukas?) describes Robert smirkes 14 fears as analogous to an ants perception of a human hand descending upon it (paraphrasing here but like something like "would an ant perceive these massive separate appendages descending upon it as a single entity- fingers on a hand- or would the shear massiveness and incomprehensibility render each finger a unique tormentor, separate and independent, all torturing the ant.")
Sorry to be out of the blue but ur one of the few ppl I see critiquing the tma pantheon on the grounds that it's bad (which it is) and I was curious what u might think of what I had to say here
ok this is aggressive haterism so i'm not putting it in the tag and if you are super super super into the magnus archives this isn't meant as an attack or whatever this is just me doing criticism for fun.
so okay. i get wanting to view it this way because if you are trying to work with the text to come to an interpretation that is like. good. then this makes sense. so like this makes sense as an interpretation, but it doesn't really work for me because my critique is more doylist and also less willing to give the benefit of the doubt.
so part one is. in the end. i just think that the fourteen fears make the stories themselves worse. like i think that real human author jonathan sims is "writing to the fears" as in, he is writing horror stories to slot specifically into these little categories. which make his horror stories less interesting. both because he tends to invent cliches for himself and then double back to them and also for more reasons i will discuss later. so on a very basic "i want [MEDIA PRODUCT] to be good (as in fun and enjoyable to consume), and this is making it bad (as in kinda boring)" level, i think this isn't really a justification, you know? like you can say you made the thing bad on purpose but it's still bad. very occasionally a thing being bad on purpose as a self-reflexive critique makes it good, but not as often as just being good in the first place does.
and then part two is. i think you could argue that tma is a critique of the victorian urge to categorize and rationalize things but it's also just. an example of it. the fourteen fears make the individual stories hostile to analysis because they attempt to pre-chew and pre-analyze the stories, assigning them preexisting meanings so that they are already made-sense-of. this hampers them as horror (see part one) because for really good horror you need a sense of otherness a sense of uncanny and if you're like oh this one is the stranger and this one is the eye and etc. it lends a fundamental knowability that just. deflates them. but then also it means you can't analyze them and it's like.
okay. case study. so did you guys remember that tma has a mummy curse episode? i do. it's like flabbergasting to me that tma unironically has a mummy curse episode that's like. you know that's old school racist. are you serious? but like okay. analytically. the episode comes *pre-chewed*. because we know which power this is. this is terminus. this is death. so the underlying fear in this story is the fear of death. that's how we are *meant* to understand this tale. but like be serious. any idiot with half a brain can like, comprehend the underlying anxiety of The Mummy's Curse: it's a story about what if all the tomb raiding, the grave robbing, the mummy eating, in short all of the colonial violence done to things, which is only possible because of all the colonial violence done to people, came back to bite you. it's the anxiety of the colonizer, manifest guilt about what they have done to the colonized. and as much as jonny sims is essentially just copying his influences, those victorian stories he loves so much, that's still what it's about. hell, sims knows this: the reason the woman in the story is so unlikable, so greedy and grasping, so unsympathetic is that jonny sims is soothing his own anxiety: "well i want to write a mummy curse episode, but what if people think i, a white british man writing a mummy curse episode, am racist? what if they think i don't know colonialism is bad? better put a little 'colonialism is bad, mmmmmmmmkay?' opener in to make sure no one thinks i'm racist." but of course the other thing he does is he attempts to gut the story of that unpleasant little meaning. oh it's not the anxiety of the colonizer. it's not about the violence of the victorian era. it's just about death. well, phew, i'm glad i don't have to think about that.
and i'm using the mummy curse one as a case study but that's EVERYTHING. that's EVERYTHING. oh this story about being trapped in an infinite factory where you work isn't processing the horrors of work or of the violence inherent in every product under capitalism that you will never seen or of alienation or of bodies, this is just the fear of slaughterhouse animals. oh this clone of the most dangerous game isn't about colonialism or about dehumanizing people into animals it's just about the fears of literal animals. oh this fucking guy marrying a bug isn't processing any anxieties about sex or our bodies it's just fear of disease. like it flattens everything. the meaning of horror is super overdetermined, i'm not even saying that the mummy curse, which has a pretty obvious meaning as the anxiety of the colonizer, necessarily means only that! it's can certainly also be about death and about a thousand other things. stuff has multiple meanings. but the fourteen fears method rejects overdetermination, meaning bounces off these stories. and that makes them a lot more comfortable: you don't have to deal with the miserable, horrible, sick, reactionary underpinnings of horror stories, the way they (all horror stories, really) function to guard the boundaries of our sick society with slavering hateful jaws, if you just pretend they're about fear of heights or whatever.
like to be clear my argument here is that it's kind of impossible to make horror without reactionary elements so i'm not really criticizing jonny sims for Not doing that, and i'm also not arguing that jonny sims intentionally tried to build an anti-critique wall into his stories by inventing the fourteen fears, i'm just arguing that he kind of did and that makes the stories worse. and i think the way it rejects meaning is unconsciously self-protective from having to see the more unpleasant meaning of the work. and is therefore in itself kind of reactionary.
and i'm also criticizing him for writing a mummy curse episode because come on man, are you serious? but that's not as related to my larger point. though i do think his critique-proof wall shields him from noticing the implications.
part two point five: also i will not give him the benefit of the doubt and say that he was trying to kind of fix this issue with season five because season five was worse. guy who learned about progressive politics from twitter last year type understanding of systemic critique. guy who writes every character arc as a kind of Very Special Episode about Important Progressive Topic Of The Day but mostly only because he's scared of getting cancelled on twitter type critique. like horror is overdetermined. "My Horror Show Now Only Does #Issue Episodes Where I Make Systemic Critique For Babies" is a dumb way of reflecting on the way your overarching premise is kind of unintentionally an attempt to make your horror stories critique-proof. not that i necessarily think that was why season five was like that, i just think he got swept up in trying to make Progressive Media, but if it WAS it wouldn't be adequate.
part three: i think the "fingers of a hand" thing was a post-hoc justification because he sort of noticed his fears are a bit stupid. and i think, circle back to part one, that it doesn't solve the fundamentally doylist problem of the stories being written to the fears.
part four: on a very basic sort of ancient greek philosophy type level i just think the fourteen fears are not beautiful and true. quite frankly mister sims, if i was trying to divide all the world's fear into knowable categories, i would not make fucking fourteen of them! that's simultaneously too many and too few! and it's not even a nice number! i would not for some reason collapse together the fear of spiders and the fear of mind control! i would not split the fear of disease from the fear of the fact that we are all bodies with flesh! i would not make the fear of otherness mostly about clowns!
i would not different the hunt from the slaughter from the desolation you FUCKING BUFFOON.
^directed at jonny sims.
anyway thank you for the ask that was fun. i feel like i exorcised a demon out of my body.
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