#idk what I’m doing but I’m typing more

[florencesf1blog]

idk if you’d be into writing this type of thing but i was hoping to see a step brother!carlos au👀

oh i’m open to a lot of things girl but i’ve never written for something like this so i hope it’s good🙏

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your father recently remarried, which brought a lot of changes in your life. it took you some time to adapt, but luckily your kind step brother!carlos is here to help you out.

step brother!carlos who is all about helping his new step sister move into her new room. he carries the heavy boxes and helps to put shelves and closets together. what a gentleman! but really he’s mostly intrigued by the stuff you brought with you. to get a bit of an insight he’s all about helping you unpack, too.

step brother!carlos who makes sure you feel welcome in his home. he shows you around, tells you where stuff is and even offers to take you out to lunch to show you his hometown. isn’t he just a sweetheart?

step brother!carlos who often workouts in your yard, that just happens to be the view out of your bedroom window. you often catch yourself staring, especially because carlos can’t be bothered to wear a shirt. you think he never notices, because he never brings it up. but there’s a reason he keeps working out in the same spot.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

step brother!carlos who comes to call you downstairs for dinner, but catches you doing something else instead. the sight of you fingering yourself should have scared him off, but the two of you think different. ‘go on then, cariño. show me what you do to yourself’. ‘i know you’re thinking of me. i know you’ve been watching me, too’. ‘i’ll help you cum, only if you cum to my name’.

step brother!carlos who is all about teaching you new things. he wouldn’t say he was disappointed when he found out you were a virgin (though it would’ve been more fun of you were) because he had other things on his mind. when you told him no man had ever eaten you out before, he was happy to be the first. ‘you’ll have to stay quiet, bebe, wouldn’t want your father catching us now would we?’ he’d tell you, though he’d make quite an effort to get some noise out of you. the way he sucked on your clit, the way his tongue lapped up and inside of you had you writhing.

step brother!carlos who doesn’t like to share. nobody can know of the things that take place once everyone else in the house is asleep. so when he invited his friends over, they think you’re up for grabs. and you, being the tease that you are, let them think that. obviously carlos couldn’t stand for that. he excuses himself and goes straight to your room. ‘what do you think you’re doing?’. ‘maybe i should stuff your mouth so you can’t rattle your mouth anymore’. he doesn’t waste any moment. his friends are waiting for him after all. you take his cock, gagging as it hits the back of your throat at a brutal pace. after he came in your mouth, he leaves you disheveled in your room.

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kind of a scrap cause idk how i feel about this and i haven’t done this in a while. lmk what you think!

want more step brother!carlos or have other ideas? leave them behind in my inbox!

[riinniies]

RIN ITOSHI X FEM! READER

Plot : Soulmate AU, Red string of fate.

Fluff! This is PART TWOOO!! I've done my assignment hours ago (like 4 hours ago), btw, idk why i'd like to skip things.. hehe, Tsundere! Rin, Calm reader, Strangers to friends and then to loverrr <333!!

Words count : 2717

PART ONEE ! !

BONUS CHAPP ! !

My writings

Hope you like itt!!

After the awkward but honest conversation, Rin finally gave in. Bachira, who had kept teasing and almost forcing him, made Rin feel like there was no other option but to surrender. "I’ll send the message, right?" Rin said in a flat tone, trying not to show the awkwardness taking over him.

You just nodded, letting out a small laugh. "Yeah, sure."

Bachira, now standing next to Rin, flashed a wide smile. "What are you waiting for, Rin? You don’t even need to wait. Just send the message now!"

Rin shot Bachira a sharp look before reluctantly pulling out his phone. "This is just a formality," he said, though his fingers were already typing your number.

You received the message, and instantly, that strange feeling filled your chest again. There was an unexplainable tension—an emotion that blended hope and fear.

"I’ve sent a message," Rin said, his voice softer than before, though still uncertain. "Don’t contact me too often."

You gave a small smile. "Of course,"

After that, you and Rin exchanged goodbyes. You walked back toward your father and family, while Rin and Bachira continued their carefree conversation by the beach.

You felt a bit relieved, though your heart was still adrift with emotions you couldn’t quite explain. That thread, which once felt so heavy, now seemed like a thread leading toward an uncertain direction.

••••

Your family was sitting at the dining table, seemingly ready to head to the beach. Your father greeted you with a wide smile. "Did you rest well? Don’t forget to enjoy your time, okay?"

You nodded, offering a faint smile, trying to hide your mixed emotions. "Of course, Dad. I feel better."

However, inside, something still troubled you. What should you do now? Fully accept fate? Or should you pull back and forget everything?

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, and you immediately checked the sender—Rin.

Rin: "Maybe we can talk more later. But I really don’t know how this will turn out. Just… don’t expect too much."

You stared at the message, feeling a mix of emotions that were hard to describe. Even though Rin said that, there were things that couldn’t be denied. There was a pull, a connection, and it would remain between you two, even if there were no guarantees.

With slightly trembling hands, you replied:

You: "I’ll be patient, Rin. I don’t expect much, but I want to get to know you better."

You looked at the phone screen for a moment before slipping it back into your pocket. It felt strange, but also relieving. Perhaps this was a slow start, but it was the first step in this unexpected journey.

••••

Rin sat on the sand, still thinking about the message he had just sent. Bachira sat beside him, seemingly enjoying the relaxed beach atmosphere.

"So, how’s it going?"

Bachira asked with a big smile.

Rin stared at the sea, slightly annoyed by Bachira’s question.

"I don’t know. I just don’t want things to get more complicated."

Bachira chuckled. "Hah, you’re hard to read. But don’t worry, Rin. If she’s your soulmate, you can’t run from her. Try to be more open."

Rin shot Bachira a half-pessimistic glance. "I’m not the type to open up to strangers."

Bachira shrugged. "We’ll see. I’m sure, even if you’re not ready, you’ll find a way to accept this."

Rin fell silent, staring far out at the sea, his mind swirling. What was he supposed to do with this sudden fate?

• A Week Later

Over the past week, your communication with Rin still felt awkward. The messages exchanged were often short and to the point, more like formalities than casual chats. Still, you felt a little progress. At least Rin wasn’t completely closing himself off.

One morning, while enjoying some time alone at a café near your house, your phone vibrated. A message from Rin appeared.

Rin: "Do you often draw in the park?"

You smiled a little, surprised that he was actually showing some interest. Quickly, you typed a response.

You: "Yeah, the park is my favorite place. Sometimes I draw, sometimes I just sit and enjoy the atmosphere. Why?"

A few minutes later, his reply came.

Rin: "It’s nothing. I was just trying to imagine it."

That short message left you momentarily speechless. Rin may not have said it clearly, but you knew he was trying to get to know you better, even if his approach was still a bit stiff.

• 3 Months Later

Your relationship with Rin had slowly progressed. You started talking more often, though most of your conversations were still through messages. Rin, who was usually cold and distant, had begun to show another side of himself—a softer side, even though he still tried to hide it behind his short words and formal demeanor.

One night, after an important match, Rin sent an unexpected message.

Rin: "I’ll be in your town for a match next week. If you're not busy, come watch."

That message made you pause for a moment. It was the first time he invited you to meet again after the encounter at the beach. Cautiously, you typed your reply.

You: "Of course. I’ll be there. Thanks for inviting me."

You then went to bed with mixed feelings—nervous yet excited. As you were about to go to sleep, you felt your phone vibrate again, you raised your eyebrows and then smiled a little when you read the incoming message.

Rin : "i'm not inviting you."

Somehow, you felt funny to read his chat.

••••

The stadium was packed with fans. The electric atmosphere made you even more nervous, but you tried to enjoy the moment. After getting settled in your seat, you looked toward the field. When Rin appeared with his team, your heart raced.

He seemed focused, every move reflecting dedication and incredible skill. Throughout the match, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He truly dominated the game, and you felt proud for reasons you couldn’t explain.

When the match ended, and Rin’s team won, you received a message from him.

Rin: "I have some time. Wait outside the stadium."

You waited where he mentioned, feeling nervous but also excited. When Rin finally appeared, still in his uniform, you found it hard to stop yourself from smiling.

Rin: "You came," he said, his voice sounding more relaxed than usual.

You: "Of course. I wanted to see you play."

He nodded, looking at you for a moment before glancing away. "What did you think?"

You: "You were amazing. I can see how hard you work."

Rin seemed a little surprised by your compliment, but he just nodded quietly. "Thanks," he muttered.

Your conversation was simple, but there was something different this time. It felt like the distance between you was slowly shrinking, little by little.

�� Months Later

Your relationship had continued to grow. Even though Rin was still stiff, he had started opening up in his own way. He often messaged first, though the messages were usually short or consisted of pictures of places he visited during his matches.

One day, he sent a photo of a green field with a beautiful blue sky.

Rin: "This is where I trained today. It reminds me of the park where you draw."

You smiled and quickly typed a response.

You: "Thanks for thinking of me. I’m drawing right now, in the park."

Not long after, Rin sent another message.

Rin: "I'm not thinking of you, i'm thinking of the park. And.. If you have time, show me your drawing. I want to see it."

You were surprised, but also happy. Rin had never shown interest in your hobby before. Carefully, you took a picture of your drawing and sent it to him.

Rin: "..It’s good. I didn’t know you were this good."

You chuckled a little reading his message, feeling your bond with him grow warmer.

• A Year Later

Your relationship had become much stronger. You talked more frequently, both through messages and phone calls. Rin had even started sharing more about his dreams and the challenges he faced as an athlete.

One night, while you were talking on the phone, Rin suddenly said:

Rin: "I know I’m not an easy person. And I don’t know if I’m a good soulmate. But… I want to try."

You paused, feeling warmth fill your chest.

You: "Me too, Rin. We have plenty of time to learn together, right?"

That night, you felt like your relationship had finally reached a new stage. The thread that had connected you no longer felt like a burden, but a promise that you would keep moving forward together, no matter what happened.

• A Month After the Phone Conversation

Rin had slowly started to show his true personality, well, he shows it before. But now, he shows it more often. Even though he still often appeared cold, there were moments when his tsundere nature would surface, especially when he felt embarrassed or didn’t know how to express himself.

One day, after sending a message about your latest drawing, you decided to tease Rin a little.

You: "I drew something today. Guess who inspired it?"

His response came quickly.

Rin: "It’s not me, right? Don’t do anything weird."

You chuckled as you read his message and quickly sent a photo of your drawing—a simple sketch of him on the field.

You: "Actually, it’s you. Sorry if it doesn’t look like you."

A few minutes passed without a reply. You almost thought he didn’t like it, but eventually, your phone vibrated.

Rin: "...It’s okay. But don’t draw me too often. You have other things to do, right?"

You knew this was his way of hiding his embarrassment, so you just smiled and typed a reply.

You: "I just wanted to draw something that inspired me. If you don’t like it, I won’t do it again."

Rin: "I didn’t say I didn’t like it. Just... don’t show it to others."

You just smiled a little when you read the message, he's so cute—wait what?

••••

A few weeks later, Rin came to your town again for another match. This time, he made a request that surprised you.

Rin : "I have a few hours before practice. If you’re not busy, meet me at the café near the stadium,"

Without hesitation, you agreed. When you arrived at the café, Rin was already sitting in a corner with a cup of coffee in front of him. He looked a little nervous, though he tried to hide it.

"You’re fast," he said without looking directly at you.

"You invited me, so I didn’t want to keep you waiting," you replied with a smile.

He huffed softly, sipping his coffee before speaking again. "I just don’t want Bachira to know about this. He’d tease me relentlessly."

You chuckled softly, imagining Bachira’s reaction if he found out about this meeting. "Why are you scared of Bachira? Don’t you always put on a cold face in front of him?"

Rin shrugged, his eyes finally meeting yours. "He’s too loud. And I don’t like complicated things."

You chatted for a while, light conversation, but there was a moment when he suddenly said awkwardly:

"You don’t have to think too much about this. I just... I think we need to meet more often. But not because I want to. It’s just that—" he pointed at his pinky finger, which was connected to the red thread—"this makes me curious."

You smiled slightly, feeling he was trying to hide his true intentions. "Of course. I understand. After all, it’s not because you care, right?" you teased.

Rin immediately looked away, his face slightly flushed. "Don’t get too confident."

• 6 Months Later

Rin’s tsundere side became more evident as your relationship grew closer. Although he often denied his feelings, his actions often spoke louder.

One day, when you were having a bad day, Rin suddenly called you.

"You sounded strange in your last message. What’s wrong?" he asked bluntly.

You tried to reassure him that you were fine, but he didn’t easily believe you.

"Don’t lie. If you don’t want to tell me, I won’t force you. But if you keep acting like this, I’ll come over right now," he said firmly.

You knew he was serious, so you finally opened up about what was bothering you. After listening patiently, he said :

"You don’t have to bear everything alone. If you need help, just say it. Doesn’t mean I care or anything, but... that’s what soulmates are supposed to do, right?"

Although his words sounded cold, you knew he cared in his own way. And that was enough to make you feel better. When you were about to answer his question, you heard the sound of the call being disconnected. You smiled, he was really cute.

••••

Rin wasn’t as stiff anymore, though his tsundere nature remained. He had started getting used to your relationship, though occasionally, he still felt awkward.

When you met again to celebrate your birthday, he brought a small gift—something you never expected.

"This is just... a small thing. Don’t think I spent too much time on it," he said as he handed you a small box containing high-quality colored pencils.

You smiled widely, feeling touched. "Thank you, Rin. I really like it."

He looked away, his face a little flushed. "Yeah, yeah. Don’t talk too much about it. I just thought you might need them to draw better."

You both laughed together, and for the first time, Rin didn’t try to deny the small smile on his face. Even though he still struggled to express his feelings, you knew that he cared for you in his own way—and that was more than enough.

••••

Time had passed, and your relationship with Rin had gone through many phases. From awkwardness and confusion to moments where you both understood each other without needing many words. Rin, although still not adept at showing his emotions directly, had grown into someone who was never hesitant to be by your side when you needed him.

Rin's career in football had been shining brighter than ever. He often moved from country to country for matches and training, but you both maintained your communication. Despite the physical distance, there was always a sense of calm whenever you looked at the red thread on your pinky finger.

One day, Rin sent a message that felt different from the usual.

Rin: "I have some free time next week. There’s something I want to talk about. Meet me at the place where we first met."

Your heart fluttered as you read his message. Although he didn’t explain more, you knew this wasn’t just a regular meeting.

When the day arrived, you went to the beach where you first met. The late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the sand, making the scene look almost like a painting. In the distance, you saw Rin standing with his hands in his pockets.

"You’re right on time," he said, turning to face you.

"Of course. I knew this was important," you replied with a smile.

He nodded slowly, gazing at the sea for a moment before finally speaking. "I often think... about how my life changed since I met you."

His words made you pause. He rarely spoke like this, and you knew that every word he said carried weight.

"At first, I hated it. I thought this thread would only be an obstacle. But... I was wrong. Because every time I look at this thread, I feel at peace. I feel like there’s someone in this world who always understands me, even when I don’t understand myself."

He paused, taking a deep breath before looking at you again.

"You’ve changed so much in my life. And I want to keep walking forward with you. I don’t know if I can be the perfect person for you, but I’ll try... if you want."

You smiled softly, feeling tears well up in your eyes. "Rin... I never needed perfection. I just need you."

He smiled faintly—a smile that only appeared in certain moments. "Good. Because I’m not letting you go."

••••

• Bonus

A few years later, your lives were filled with simple happiness. Rin remained focused on his career, while you continued your journey as an artist. Every time he returned from a match, you always made time to be together, whether it was strolling in the park or simply chatting at home over a warm cup of tea.

The red thread on your fingers remained, a reminder that this relationship was something fate had chosen for you both. Although it had been difficult and full of challenges in the beginning, you had proven that love wasn’t about perfection—it was about the effort to understand and support each other.

And with every step you took together, you knew that fate had never been wrong in bringing together two hearts that were meant to be.

THE END ! !

|| ugh, why is it so cheesy.. dammit😭😭 I'm actually making a bonus chapter, where Rin and (name) are married<333

THANKS FOR READING!! <333

[heeseungiez]

nothing i don’t have | pjs

part 5: like the old times

pairings! park jongseong x reader, ft. huening kai x reader

summary! it was supposed to be simple, you and jay would fuck whenever either of you felt horny — no feelings. but it was hard not to catch feelings where park jongseong was involved. so you took the easy way out: you ended it.

genre! texts, written fic, college au, love triangle (corner)

content warnings! written part (500+ words)

author's note! very late very short update but i'm swamped with uni and work and group orders </3 failed english syntax, fell from the stairs and i have 5 more exams next week, idk what i'll do (probably play love and deepspace)

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You really wanted to have Heeseung’s legendary Shin Ramyun.

But you couldn’t, in good conscience, leave Kai to fend for himself at a party. Your heart wanted to take you to Jay’s apartment, but your head reasoned that it was better this way. Were you even ready to be around Jay like this? In a setting different than band practice or lectures?

Like a total weirdo, you sat outside of Yeonjun’s house on the porch by yourself. Did that mean you left Kai on his own inside the house though? Not at all. Because realistically, Yeonjun was a good friend of his, and they were close enough for him to have gone alone. But he wanted you with him. 

You should be touched, right? Kai invited you to a party — to go there with him. As his girlfriend. Something Jay had never and would never do with the type of relationship the two of you had. But still, you’d rather be with Jay and his friends right now, and it made you feel terrible toward Kai.

He was trying so hard to make you forget Jay. And you adored him. You cared about him. So much. Yet everything between the two of you felt so… friendly. Kai hadn’t even initiated anything with you yet, and you’d been together long enough, right? More than a month was enough, surely.

You sighed and ran a hand over your face as you stared at your notifications. Jay’s messages to you were displayed on the screen, changing from worry to disappointment. You couldn’t bring yourself to reply to him. The idea of explaining yourself terrified you. Because not telling the truth was much easier than lying. 

A pair of hands sneaked around your waist. You let out a scream as strong arms lifted you up on your feet, and as you were turned around, Kai put a hand over your mouth to silence you, wide-eyed. 

“Please, don’t scream. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said helplessly, taking his hand away once you were calm and not convinced you were being kidnapped. 

“Kai,” you breathed out, burying your head in his chest while trying to slow down your beating heart. He scared the fuck out of you. 

He wrapped his arms around you again, rubbing circles on your back. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to do that. Are you mad at me?”

“No, of course, not.” You shook your head, reciprocating his embrace. “But don’t do that again.”

“I won’t.” He kissed the top of your head. “You’re not having fun, are you?” he asked, and another question was on top of his tongue, but he swallowed it because the last thing he wanted to do was bring up Jay. Though as far as Kai was aware, you always seemed to enjoy parties whenever he was around. 

“I just have a lot on my mind,” you said. “I don’t know—”

“If you want, Taehyun isn’t at the dorm right now,” Kai proposed randomly, and you looked up at him in surprise. “We could go there?”

“You want to go to your dorms? Just the two of us?”

“Unless you don’t want to? I mean, I just thought… since we’re officially boyfriend and girlfriend now…” Kai scratches the back of his head nervously before shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. 

You smile. “No, actually, I’d love to,” you replied.

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[sunnist4rs]

Yeah idk what’s going on here guys. I don’t like men, men are evil but what good do you fucking think sending them to wars will do. War kills millions of innocents, it’s horrible. Do you think soldiers are good to the women they meet in these conflicts. No they rape and abuse these vulnerable war-torn innocents. I’m a radfem myself but I agree with above this a pretty insane take guys. War is not the answer. Also f@ggot really?! We are supposed to be against homophobia and slurs in general. Remember the whole b1tch, cvnt, etc are slurs debate and conclusion we just drew? Radblr have you forgotten that f@ggot is a slur too? Let’s not be hypocrites like this, we’re so supposed to be better than that, gyns.

We’re pretty used to being hated by the masses but this isn’t helping our case. No, we don’t need to bow down on our knees convincing society to like us but do you seriously think this spreads our cause? I thought we were trying to teach tras/libfems what we actually believe instead of the lies they’ve been told under the ‘terf’ label? Y’know cuz of 4b’s spread across the internet? This is just so backwards guys. Y’all know I was a ‘redpiller’ for a few months and as prev states this is like the type of bullshit I used to see all the time (and disagree with I was a lot more central than that) on the right. Sorry for the rant I just feel kind of disappointed. Normally I can see where you’re coming from and find some common ground but this just a bad take girlies. Do better. I understand what you’re trying to say or at least started to say. This is like the ‘all rapists/all men should be castarated thing’ but you’ve taken it way too far this time. Radical feminism is an extremist movement, too far is our thing, I know. But this would do way more harm than good and is way more right than left, politically.

Men were made for the military.

Men should be automatically placed in the military after high school and serve a mandated four years minimum. Males are made for battle. They are designed for submission and to take orders. Men are more compliant and obedient workers. It’s also epigenetic as they’ve done it for centuries. Women are trained to be submissive, for males, it’s natural.

Males are more disposable. Males can impregnate 1000+ women a year. A woman can only carry out maybe 20 pregnancies in her entire life time. And she is risking her life every time.

So what is the trade off? Men go to war. They risk their lives using the natural strength they’ve been given to protect and defend their communities.

We’re having a “male loneliness epidemic” because all these young men are sitting at home on their computer, playing war simulation games, yet not reaping the benefits of the socialization and structure that the military provides. It has nothing to do with women, but everything to do with men lacking intimacy from other men.

Men should be in the military. And forced. As long as women are forced into birth, men should be forced into battle. It’s what they were made for, they yearn for the battlefields.

[canideformed]

It’s funny but as my experiences being transmascfem have slowly shifted a bit more in the transfem direction, the more annoyed I have gotten about transndrophobia and people who pooh-pooh it.

It’s like before I was tempering myself and not feeling like I was “allowed” to be annoyed or speak up. And now I don’t have that, and on top of it, now I’m also annoyed because I feel like my identify as transfem is being tokenised and then weaponised against transmascs. Like I get so annoyed now when I see transfems talking about how “all transfems agree” or “listen to what we’re saying” (especially since 99% of the time this type of person will ignore the transfems who actually do disagree and/or use our identification with masculinity against us; i.e. implying GNC women, transfems who still identify as men or male, intersex transfems, and transmascfems are “less transfem”) or when I see transmascs telling other transmascs to “sit down and listen to trans women” as if trans women are somehow the arbiters of trans men’s’ experiences with oppression???

Idk I feel like this isn’t that radical and it’s weird to me that this is an argued take. Like it should just be common sense that a gender minority should be able to discuss their own oppression and that the words they prefer should be the words we use.

[claiestve]

hey pookie 😽

could i request an isaac fic where he takes pickle to the japanese countryside (maybe to meet his mother’s parents or smth)?

ILY CLAI YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING IDK WHAT YOU SAY

𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꨄ Isaac

˜”* ❝𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

“It’s pretty, right?”

Your husband asked, searching your face for approval. He got so much more than that. As you looked at the waterfall before you, your face was plastered in awe. You wondered why Isaac wanted to show you this place but now you figured why. 

You tried to respond, but the beauty of it all left you speechless, your words lost to the force of nature before you. The cool mist on your face felt like a gentle embrace as if the waterfall was sharing its secret with you—something ancient and serene. 

Isaac smiled softly, watching you. “I knew you’d like it,” he murmured, his voice barely rising above the sound of the water. He stepped closer, his hand finding yours, grounding you in the present, in this moment.

You squeezed his hand, finally finding your voice. “It’s... incredible. I—I don’t even have words for this.”

He chuckled, and for a moment, everything else faded away. It was just the two of you, standing there in the silence of the world’s wonder, connected by more than just the view, but by the shared stillness of the moment.

“I was hoping you’d like this place so we could come out here during the summer,” Isaac said, his tone quieter now, almost contemplative.

“Hm? Why the summer?” You looked up at him, your curiosity piqued.

Isaac glanced down at you, his expression softening. “It was a bit of a family tradition,” he said slowly. “My mom’s side, they live just a few hours away. I haven’t seen them in... well, it’s been almost 18 years.” His voice caught, just a fraction, as the weight of those years settled. “I used to come out here with them when I was a kid. My grandmother would bring us every summer—she used to say the falls had magic in them, said they could ‘heal’ you.”

You could hear the nostalgia in his voice, the longing for a piece of his past. “I’ve wanted to bring you here for a while. I guess... I guess I’ve been putting it off. But now, seeing it with you—it feels like it’s finally the right time.”

You looked at him, sensing the deeper layers of his words. The falls weren’t just a pretty place to him—they were part of his history, part of a family he’d lost touch with. You’d known about his mother’s side of the family, of course, but hearing him say it out loud made it real in a way it hadn’t been before.

“Do they still live out here? I’d love to meet them.” You smiled at him, trying to heal his inner child who wanted to relive that peace. 

Isaac hesitated for a moment, his gaze drifting to the waterfall again as if the answer might be hidden there in the water.

“They do,” he started, “My aunt and uncle live about an hour away, and my grandmother’s old house is still standing, though... it’s not the same anymore.” His voice faltered momentarily, and you could feel the weight of the years pressing down on him, like old memories rising to the surface.

“I haven’t been back since the last time I saw them,” he continued, the words coming more like a confession. “I was just a kid when we... lost touch. The murders– it all fell apart so quickly. And I guess I just... let it slip away. Didn’t know how to get back, didn’t know how to face them again.”

“Hey,” You offered your eyes as a ladder to freedom, “We don’t have to visit if you don’t want to. If you’re not ready, we don’t have to, okay?” 

Isaac’s breathing started to slow down as he looked at you again. As if you were a type of stress relief. Your presence gave him the space he needed to feel less afraid.

“I know…” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “It’s just– I never thought I’d go back. I was so… angry, for so long. And now, it feels like… I don’t know, like I’m standing on the edge of something I’m not sure I’m ready to jump into.”

You stepped closer, your hand finding its way to his chest, just over his heart. "You don't have to jump, Isaac. You can just dip your toes in, and see how it feels. And if it's too much, we leave. But we're in this together, okay?" 

Isaac leaned down and kissed the top of your head, a gesture that spoke volumes without needing to say another word. 

"Maybe... we’ll try the summer," Isaac said quietly, lifting his head to look at you with a mix of resolve and relief. "One step at a time."

You nodded, a feeling of peace washing over you as if everything had aligned just right.

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first of all, immediate yes. i luv this idea so bad

also, im fully convinced if we keep writing isaac fics he might find the keys to the dungeon and escape.

ty for requesting kieran, ilyt

[seahorseduh]

I DID IT. I GOT INTO THE VOID STATE AND MANIFESTED EVERYTHING I WANTED. IM CRYING

i manifested bringing my phone with me into my new reality, so this is how im communicating. im gonna be leaving tumblr now to live my dream life, ill probably reblog stuff and like things every now and then. i was using the distraction method and idk how to describe it i was just in the void, heres everything i manifested!!!

being able to shift, manifest or go into the void on command

can’t get bullied

desired family (im in the dunphy family from modern family)

moving to tianmo (a country i made before manifesting)

extremely rich

i’m 13 again

i speak mandarin, korean, singaporean, french, german, spanish, thai, welsh, japanese and russian on a native level. Im so good at these languages i can type 200 wpm in each and i know more than most native adults! I cannot forget languages and i will keep them for the rest of my life. Nobody at school knows i know other languages yet.

living my dream life

me and family always safe and healthy

im in a lot of movies

df and db

always healthy

love school and popular 

i’m everyone’s type and i get along with everyone, i have no enemies. 

cousins with celebs

i mog every model

my city has amazing public transit and a metro

i embody the blue junimocore aesthetic

i always smell like gingerbread in winter, tropical in summer

famous grandparents

i have an extremely high spice and pain tolerance 

i always have proof that im related to famous people and people believe me

there’s usually thunderstorms at night

Im the most attractive person in the school

No matter where we travel, me or my family is always protected and safe. Nothing bad can happen to us. We cant die until we are old. I cant die unless i want to and it will be peaceful, i will barely age. My family is and me are free from any disease including age related ones and cannot get severely injured. We will live happy long lives. We can never get in any danger no matter what time it is or where we are.

I can never get hate online or in real life

I can do anything on roblox and not get banned, exploits and anything

I have a huge close friend group where nobody is left out 

I always have amazing and perfect grades, ive had amazing grades my whole life.

On my notion, i have a script for everything and theres an ai that helps me find the one.

Im a master shifter and manifestor. I can spawn things. I always get into the void state and shift if i affirm 3 times

i have an amazing bff with a 679 day streak on snapchat

I dont wear glasses and have amazing vision 

popular at school

i find skincare relaxing and fun, i have all the best korean skincare products

i look amazing in every picture, im videogenic and photogenic

i take the tram to school 

my country has the best high speed rail in the world

Good grades

[thewalrusespublicist]

What are yours thoughts on Yoko and Sean? Idk How to feel about them. Everyone in This family has some issue It seems.

Hi @dopebananadetective!

I’m not sure if you mean thoughts on their relationship or thoughts on Sean and Yoko separately so I’ll answer both.

On Sean and Yoko I think it’s really nice that he’s so protective of his mother. Does it frustrate me that as a result he perpetuates a few of the Ballad myths? Yeah, but he’s in a tough situation both press wise and psychologically considering the circumstances. I will say it does make me laugh everytime he talks about his conception at Madison Square Gardens as it does give Buster Bluth 11 months in the womb energy. Reading between the lines I don’t think it’s a traditional mother-son relationship but you can’t expect anything traditional from the Ono-Lennon’s. As for Sean himself, well… He speaks well, shows a certain level of grace and I’ve heard fairly good things about his music. His cryptocurrency preoccupation and campaign against the whole Woke agenda are evident of a certain type of indulged nepo baby and a certain type of personality.

What I think about Yoko currently? Well all I know is from tabloid rumours that’s she’s in late stage dementia and has moved to spend her last days in comfort on the farm she and John bought. I hope that this transition period of her life is filled with warmth, affection and peace.

As for my general thoughts on Yoko, I can only answer from someone who is looking at her through a limited lens. I don’t know this woman, I have never spoken with her and there are facets to her personality I will never know nor understand. If I was particularly interested in the Dada/fluxus movement, I would probably have some glowing things to say about her art (aside from the plagiarism business). If I met her in real life before her illness I might have found her funny and unique. If the Beatles were fictional and she was a character in a show she might be my problematic fave. As it is, I can only comment from someone looking at her from a Beatles lens and from a distant view of her relationship with John. In that regard unfortunately my enthusiasm for her is limited. She is not the villain of this story, but neither is she a hero. She has shown time and time again that at her worst she’s an insecure egotistical manipulative bully so threatened by everything that she used her vast wealth to tear down relationships and others peoples work to make herself feel secure. I do pity her need for control and it’s potential roots but it explains not excuses her behaviour and what ended up being her abuse of John (he was also abusive absolutely, one does not discount the other). Nor do I find her sense of entitlement a sufficient excuse for her treatment of staff and laying claim of everything to do with John/minimisation of everything unrelated to their relationship. I’m still angry that John’s official website still barely mentions the Beatles whatsoever and only mentions Paul on the same level of George Martin. I’m still angry that she used her acceptance speech of an award for John not to celebrate him but to make a horrible dig at Paul that indirectly embarrassed John. There’s a line between honouring and exploitating someone’s memory and IMHO she’s crossed that line on quite a few occasions. Her doing things like re-dubbing Number 9 Dream and essentially photoshopping herself into it and May out and trying to take Paul’s name off things he helped write is borderline farcical. If she owned up to any of this shit or even just owned it in general I could respect it a lot more, instead she has lied and lied or pulled out her pathetic ‘I just sat back and did nothing, didn’t even want to be there’ routine that’s both exhausting and disingenuous.

Of course some of this is my own personal bias against wealthy people who think they own and are owed everything. A lot of my antipathy as well is rooted in her say in the legacy of a band she was recorded on tape being snobby and derisive of. I can acknowledge that she’s from my understanding an emotionally unstable and vulnerable woman who went through an awful lot that I can probably never grasp and that pain begets pain. However, that doesn’t make her immune to criticism nor entitled to my admiration as some fans mostly outside of tumblr seem to believe.

[forestgromlin]

1. probably something like having the best work ethic/best at not processing bc then it has a lot of practical applications and i hopefully would be too famous? bc if i was the best at like, singing or smt everyone would know who i was and i wouldn’t be able to go anywhere

2. tbh idk

3. left middle finger

4. does it have to be a band or can it just be like. a singer? bc i would choose maisie peters, laufey, and maybe chappell roan? (did i understand the question correctly?)

5. people talking to me when i don’t want social interaction (like if im exhausted bc i just got home from school and my mom asks how my day was)

6. i dont really understand this question sorry 😅

7. 6+ mins, <3 mins, 4/5 mins

8. i cannot dance lmao

9. hmm maybe toh? we were supposed to have more anyway before disney cancelled it

10. i don’t think there’s anything in the best in the world at lmao

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okay my questions!!

what’s one thing you could talk about for an hour with no preparation? (currently, hermitcraft/life series)

what’s one thing you wish you could do that you’re terrible at? (actually writing something, i love coming up with ideas and editing, but i can’t actually write to save my life)

opinion on mandatory graded gym/pe class in school? (i hate it, i don’t think you should be graded based on how many push ups you can do)

bee sting or mosquito bite? (bee sting. goes away quicker. i hate mosquitos)

50% off all food or free drinks? (food. i can get free water, and you need food to live. plus, food takes way more effort to make)

what subject would you teach if you had to be a teacher? (math. a lot of my classmates tell me i should be a math teacher lmao)

movies or tv shows? (tv shows, easily)

spotify or apple music? (spotify)

long sleeve + shorts/short skirt/etc or short sleeve/tank top/etc + pants/long skirt/etc? (probably the second? idk i’m a long sleeve + pants type of person lmao)

wet socks or warm pillow? (warm pillow)

tags:

@theodditylacey @rins-batcave @musical-dash-trash @kutie106 @chickencentaur

@twinklefwinkle @weapproveadamandsteve @quintessentially1 @duckieselz @kitab00m101

Ten questions to ask a mutual

Instructions: prev asks ten questions and you answer them, then ask ten new ones and tag ten people to keep the chain going! I’ll go first

What is the weirdest thing you’ve eaten? (For me it’s the time I accidentally drank ants)

do you like purple or green more? (For me it’s a 50/50 I love them both)

what is your favorite two color color combo? (For me it’s purple and gold)

are you a cat or dog person? (Dogs 100%)

what is your favorite painting (Miranda by John William Waterhouse)

Mountains or beaches? (Mountains)

what’s your favorite dessert? (Lemon bars)

are you right or left handed? (Right but I used to be left handed)

salty or sweet? (Sweet)

summer or winter? (Winter)

I’m tagging 11 people but it’s whatever

@wra1th-k1ng

@bladevoyager

@tragedyanddust

@kindred-spirit-93

@urfavgreekmythnerd

@sickneurotic

@ry-diggity

@we-are-but-dead-stars

@thestarryfalls

@tamaruaart

@hermesmoly

[sketchthetofu]

Desert Duo Week: Apologies & Forgiveness

I WAS ABLE TO DO THE WHOLE WEEK 🎉!!! This was so much fun and thank you @desert-duo-week for making this happen! My only comment on this piece is that I wanted to do a hug even tho I don’t know how to draw people hugging, look at me go getting out of my comfort zone <3.

(Piece without text bellow)

[parasitoidism]

Been thinking about his camerupt obsession as I play. Also charms that don’t exist

[bluevelvt]

inquisitor anakin with obikin au is this anything

palpatine’s timeline is moved up and the clone wars start six or seven years earlier. the events of tpm remain untouched, so anakin is obi wan’s padawan and his commander throughout this whole time. when general grievous is found on utapau, obi wan is sent to kill him like in canon, with anakin remaining on coruscant for his safety. unfortunately, palpatine executes order 66 and anakin is at the heart of it

anakin is not so integral to palpatine’s plans as he’s in his mid-teens at this point, but palpatine still wants him and while anakin is able to escape the temple and hide for a bit, he is eventually caught without knowing what happened to his master and palpatine is able to use all this and the various torture methods at hand to break anakin and have him agree to become an inquisitor. perhaps palpatine originally wanted anakin as an apprentice, but it’s too early to tell and the fact that anakin hangs on to hope and the idea that his master will come and save him for so so long, resistant to inquisitorius’ efforts, well he’s a fine tool as a dark sider, but a sith apprentice? that remains to be seen

five or so years pass and obi wan has been in hiding. without having to protect luke or leia, he only stays in one place for so long. it’s a thing of survival, but somewhere and buried obi wan secretly hopes he will find his padawan because he has to believe anakin escaped (he desperately hopes anakin made it off coruscant somehow because he knows if his padawan didn’t, there could be a fate worse than death for him) when obi wan uses the force after years of having it locked away to save somebody like cal did with prauf on bracca, an inquisitor is sent to hunt down the jedi

the eleventh brother had been sent to hunt down jedi many times now, so this report is nothing special. kill or capture them, whatever seems best. eleventh brother usually does the former. it is all standard, just a lead really without much information but if there is a jedi, he will be able to find them no matter what. what is not standard, is to find a jedi he knew when he was still a padawan. what is not standard, is seeing your old master who died abandoned you left you hated you

obi wan has seen inquisitors before, but not this one who wears a helmet fully obscuring his face with a vocoder so not even his voice can be recognised, although through all the alterations, it sounds familiar. and when the eleventh brother sees you in the crowd, gaze hidden by red transparisteel but boring into you all the while, he pauses and takes off his helmet to reveal a face you know so well and could never mistake even though the face belongs to a young man now and not an awkward teen, marked by a scar bisecting his right eye and the lack of a braid. it’s anakin. your padawan is the eleventh brother. and you know that death would have been a kinder fate for him than this

where this all goes from here? not certain but once they are reunited and anakin is not trying to kill or capture obi wan, well it’s been a good while and obi wan can’t exactly be blamed for finding anakin attractive (and maybe falling in love with him) and anakin has never been normal about his old master

i’ll figure out more but i mostly just wanted anakin as an inquisitor and you know one lone candle is enough

[theglassesgirl]

Absolutely!

And again, I’m never against sympathetic interpretations of Calypso, as it’s a reasonable point of view as any other, it’s only ever the ones who present it as an absolute fact and the ONLY way to view her that are in my mentions or those of others that I must push back against. It’s not a very productive and often discourse-inducing stance to go about presenting one’s personal takes that way.

And you’ve presented a very well rounded reason for seeing her that way. “She acted out of pain and only caused more of it” is a very eloquent way of describing her role and actions! Especially considering that it can be applied to the whole of the musical, which is what we look for when analyzing the purpose of antagonists and other characters. My mind is literally racing with how well this melds w the overarching themesesss thank you so much I’m refraining on going on a long tangent about it as we speak😭🙏🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼

And I also want to thank you for something I’ve been pondering a while; if I took out the word “villain” and used a MUCH more…let’s say versatile word like “antagonist” (because even heroes can be antagonists, as a reminder) I feel we could get the core of these themes without upsetting any particular type of fan. I was using the term monster because the musical itself does, and it’s a fairly neutral label for all the major players, Ody included. Jorge also refers to most of these characters as Bosses and Ody as the Final Boss, and again these are fairly neutral labels, so we are def in agreement there.

In any case, I do agree that it’s more about the power play than any true moralizing. The cycle of abuse and the reasoning every single character has to justify their actions for bad or good.

Idk, I’ll sit on it some more, but I so do appreciate coming across others who can express similar sentiments as mine in calmer ways because lord knows I can be abrasive when pushed

Thank you for being so strong agains Calypso she reminds me so much of a past abuser of mine and seeing the constant excusing of her actions is driving me INSANE. People get defensive when I say I don't care about why she does All That and it's so exhausting arguing with them :(

Oh absolutely!

And bless you for acknowledging and accepting your personal bias! YES, I think you seeing facets of your old abuser in calypso is valid, as it paints how you interpret her actions.

It’s not a wrong interpretation, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. The POINT of calypso is that she exists as this schrodinger's goddess - she is and isn’t whatever you see her as, and that’s canonical to how she’s presented in the musical. It’s a fact of her character.

It’s no one’s business but their own if they choose to see her as blameless or a manipulative: I will always be a proponent AGAINST anyone making blanket statements like “but she’s sympathetic/but she’s NOT a villain!!” because it has NOTHING to do w her role!

It’s not what’s being discussed. That’s an OPINION. You’re entitled to your opinion, but exempt from actual character discussion.

I made it VERY clear in this essay that ALL the villains of the musical are nuanced and their reasons are presented neutrally, that they are ALL monsters, and that it is a non-moralistic label, especially once it’s given to Odysseus who is the villain of the first and last.

To read all of that and come away w “but the reason calypso did that is sadder☹️” is so far off the point of the 10k word essay that mentioned her twice that I’m convinced that her Stan’s™️don’t care about her at all. Her FANS, of which I have had wonderful conversations with, love the shit out of her without being obstinate about who she is. It’s the most BASIC form of fandom etiquete.

In any case; your interpretation can very easily be backed up by the text, the same as any other, there is simply NO definitive “correct” way to view her, anyone who says as much has lost the plot. Literally.

I refuse to entertain people so caught up in their headcanons that they want to argue them w strangers over a fictional villain.

I fully support people who mind their business and enjoy their problematic fave in peace and joy without bothering those who don’t, in turn, bother them and are allowed to express negativity about said fave. She’s not real. We project onto her, and do so with respect towards each other.

[toytle]

i’m trying to figure out my chibi style so i can offer it as a commission option but holy shit this is actually the hardest thing to draw. and i’ve drawn chibis plenty of times before

[goldensunset]

in general i roll my eyes at people who complain about all the new quality of life improvements in modern pokémon games bc inconvenience and genuine challenge are two very different things. but the one thing i would definitely agree on that i don’t like in sv is the ability to access your pc boxes any time. it sort of cheapens the experience of having to carefully choose which six pokémon you’re taking before venturing into unknown danger. like i don’t think you should be able to catch a pokémon in the depths of area zero and immediately put it in your party i think you gotta be loyal to whoever you took initially. it’s about being forced to have a plan for all outcomes

[james-spooky]

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