#just close your eyes

[vagueandominousvibes]

Anyways I just reread Just close your eyes and uuuh

I need to finish that. It's not going to be soon, but I really want to finish it.

[plegdoctor]

All The Stars In The Sky - Greentia

She is escorted away from the festivities of the wedding, ribs still somewhat aching from the exertion of dancing, reminding her what she is here for. The hallways that surround emanate the typical smell of District 13 hospitals, a cleanliness that Veronica is not yet fully accustomed to. Fear pounds against her heart but still she walks, knowing what – or who – she is going to face.

They are not alone. Doctors swarm the room, scribbling down notes, assessing their patient. As soon as their eyes alight upon Veronica, they take their leave, presumably to hide behind the one way glass and further observe. Veronica does not take note of any of this. The only person she can see is them.

Tia Kofi, formally of District 12, is chained to the bed. They’re just as thin as the last time Veronica saw them but with noticeable differences: the bruises beginning to fade, the cuts slowly healing over. Their brown skin is starting to look almost healthy again. Veronica feels sick thinking about the pallid shell of a human that wrapped their hands around her neck. The person who has once loved her so unconditionally squeezing her throat in an attempt on her life.

She ignores the urge to put her own hands to her neck at the memory.

Tia observes her wearily, the way one might observe a wild animal in the woods. Their eyes are the same warm brown that Veronica used to stare into at night, just with a glazed expression, as if what Tia has suffered has created a glass barrier between the two of them.

She walks until she’s just a metre away from the bed, twisting her fingers nervously. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Tia responds.

There’s nothing for Veronica to do with her hands. She crosses her arms over her chest protectively. “Divina said you wanted to talk to me.”

They stare at her, searching for something. As if Veronica is about to transform into a snarling mutt right before their eyes.

“Look at you for starters.” The sneer in Tia’s voice is unmistakeable, sending a freezing wave of grief throughout Veronica. “You’re not very tall, are you? Or particularly pretty.”

She bristles. “You’ve looked better.” It’s not fair, she knows it isn’t fair, to be mean to Tia in this way. But they’ve all been through hell and back – the least she can do is stay true to the protective walls she holds up around herself.

Tia scoffs. “And not very nice either. Saying that to me after everything.”

“We’ve all been through a lot, Tia. Besides, you were always the nice one. Not me.”

“Didn’t make you fall in love with me though, did it?”

The accusation pulls Veronica up, and she bites back tears and the words of the truth, yes it did.

“I should go.” She turns towards the door, hand poised over the handle to throw it open when Tia speaks.

“Veronica, wait. I know about the stars.”

She turns. “The stars? They showed you that propo? Why?”

“You made a propo about the stars? Why wasn’t that used to torture me?” Tia sounds genuinely confused, eyebrows furrowed deeply. They become more agitated, hands clenching into fists and splaying back out again. Veronica wonders if that’s all they can do to stop them making their way to her neck.

“They filmed it the day you were rescued.” A pause. “What do you remember?”

“I remember that you were starving, and I was feeling sad. We bumped into each other outside my house. You scavenging through the bins. Pointing out the stars to me. Saying that your father taught you that even in the worst of times, they will appear to bring a light in the darkness. It touched me, so I snuck you some food from the shop.” Their voice is disjointed but it’s better than nothing.

Veronica’s embarrassing tears spring to her eyes again. “That’s exactly what happened. I wanted to thank you the next day at school, but I didn’t know how. And then in the games, the first ones, you told me you always thought I was prettier than all the stars in the sky.”

“We always had our best conversations under the cover of nightfall.” They pause, figuring something out. “I must’ve loved you a lot.”

“You did.”

“And did you love me?” Their voice is soft.

“People say I did. They say that’s why President Paul took you. To hurt me.”

“That’s not an answer.” Tia retorts, rubbing their wrists against the restraints. “I didn’t know what to make of being shown all the footage of us. Kissing. Didn’t know to match it to the feelings I remember of your chapped lips on mine. Just tell me this, Veronica. Were any of those kisses real?”

Something pierces her. “Yeah. Most of them.”

“Didn’t seem very genuine on your part. Did you enjoy kissing me?”

“I did.”

Tia grins, showing their teeth now chipped and yellowing. “And what about Lawrence?”

Veronica blanches. Gripped by that all familiar anger, the defensiveness that has been gnawing at her since she entered this room, she responds. “Lawrence isn’t a bad kisser either.”

“And that was okay? Kissing us both.”

“I didn’t need your permission.”

Tia laughs coldly. “Well you’re a piece of work, aren’t you?”

Nobody protests when Veronica walks out. She waits until she’s far enough away, in the safety of Divina’s strong arms, until she allows herself to fall apart, wailing for the Tia she loves to come back to her.

[stump-not-found]

i don't think the theraprism is a good thing, guys

[embraceyourdestiny]

to any americans who feel "paralyzed" and "dont know what to do" to help with gaza:

reading a fucking book. i beg of you.

in a time of knowledge suppression is it your duty to arm yourself with knowledge.

read about americas occupations in the middle east.

read about 9/11 from outside of america and see how they inflicted senseless harm and violence to countless amounts of people and have been suppressing your rights for the past 2 fucking decades.

read about any of the countless wars from the past 30 years. especially from a civilian's. and the victims and survivors' perspective. listen to the horror stories and do not plug your fucking ears as to what your country is doing.

and read about fucking gaza and palestine and keep up with what is happening no matter how "sad" or "uncountable" you might get.

dont look away from this.

you dont have the right to be comfortable during countless active genocides.

if you're knowledgeable, you're powerful, and our current state doesnt fucking want that.

you have the power to change things if you open your eyes and scream to the world.

wake the fuck up.

Edit: please check the reblogs there are readings and ways to help

[chokchokk]

u didnt make me uncomfy in the slightest pretty, i was just playing hard to get 🤭

you’re having too much fun with this, aren’t you? calling me pretty, playing hard to get?

oh i’ll play with you alright, you just have to be my toy for it. :)

[teddybeartoji]

gojo feels like he's gonna DIE if he doesn't get to kiss you after you've just swallowed his cum. he's instantly tugging you up or he's dropping down to his knees beside you (whichever is the fastest yk) and he's just on you. lips locked, heavy breathing; his hands are just fucking all over you. he's sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth at his own taste. he's such a freak<333333333333

and i think he gets even more turned on if you make fun of him for it a bit. call him disgusting or call him a perv and he's popping another boner<333333333333

[starry-bi-sky]

Out of Context Stuff for a Danyal Al Ghul au i haven't posted - Pit Beast Danyal

Damian, 13: Look, Danyal, -- I am so sorry for everything that happened between us in the League, I hope you can forgive me.

Danny, 10 (allegedly): (has been secretly plotting to murder Damian this whole time, is still gonna do it obvs, but is going to make it significantly less painful now)

Danny: I-- of course, older brother. :]

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Bruce: what do you have there, Damian?

Damian:

Danny: (a hulking 10ft pit beast standing beside him, growling idly with ram horns gouging out his eyes and a second set of horns jutting into the air, spines down his back, and a long, spiked tail with an animalistic, skull-like face)

Damian, who smuggled him in (they've made amends): a smoothie, father

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Damian: this is my little brother Danyal, i murdered him when he was five. He festered in rage for the last half-a decade, took over a League mountain base in Switzerland, murdered everyone inside and then tried to murder me when I went to investigate with Drake.

Danny: hello!

Damian: we're cool now

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Damian: thoughts on resurrection

Danny, (a full ghost): i will succeed in murdering you if you try it

Damian: we'll put a pin in it then

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Danny (still instilled with League values): why don't we just murder him??

Damian, on patrol (Danny followed him): we don't murder people, Danyal

Danyal:,,,,are you sick, Dami?? Have you been possessed? Why not!?

(There is raucous laughing through the comms)

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Danny, five, pre-death: Dami! :D

Danny, dead, vengeful: Older brother (:

Danny, post-forgiveness: Dami! :]

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For some actual context: Danny is fully dead in this au, its a result of the classic DPxDC Demon Twins "death duel" trope but instead of Danny getting revived, he stays fully dead. Danny was five, Damian was seven. His ghost lingered though, and due to the proximity of the pits his ghost steadily absorbed the ambient energy it was letting off. The pits are not corrupted ectoplasm in this au, it's just liquid ecto.

Which means Danny's corruption from an angry and hurt little ghost boy to an unrecognizable monster is from his own doing. It's a result of him stewing in his hurt and anger for years, it physically warped him. He's very powerful. Danny can travel between League Bases but chose a small, out-of-the-way base in the Swiss mountains to fester in and then just. Never Left.

His influence steeped into the very foundations of the building, allowing him to transform and warp the rooms and hallways for his own bidding, Meaning he could turn it into a seemingly unending labyrinth if he so wished to, and block the entrance.

Eventually, blinded (both metaphorically and physically) by his own rage, Danny grew powerful enough to appear physically in the living realm and attacked everyone in the base, slaughtering them all and leaving the base abandoned. He attacks anyone who dares enter -- whether that be other league members, or the unfortunate hiker who stumbled across the base. His conscious is steeped into every nook and cranny of the building, there is nowhere you can hide where he can't find. Nobody leaves without his explicit say so. Nobody ever does.

Him appearing as ten years old before Damian in the skits above is his own physical doing. First it was to prevent Damian from being suspicious of him. Damian initially thought Danny was revived with the pits, he was too busy with his own training afterwards to notice that Danny never showed up again, and when he did notice, he assumed it was because Danny was too ashamed of his loss to face him. He'd always forget to ask about him.

Then it becomes a personal choice to appear as ten. It's how old he would've been had he been alive.

danny forgiving Damian is kinda for an offshoot branch of the main au. Whereas the main au takes the form of a ps4 first person horror game where Damian and Tim are investigating the Base for Plot Reasons. There's no sign of the rumored "monster" living inside until the end, where Danny, who was found inside the Base and has been happily "helping" them look around, manages to persuade Damian into splitting off from Tim in order to "show him something."

This something turns out to be Danny revealing that he never really forgave Damian for that fight, and he reveals through a horrifying transformation, that he was the monster the whole time. Which the game subtly hints at throughout as Danny's strange behavior becomes harder to ignore.

First from his insistence to only refer to Damian as "older brother" (when before the duel he always called him Damian or Dami), to him right off the bat denying the existence of a monster when questioned. ("There's no monster here, older brother. It's just me.") To other various things, like his knowledge of the outside world not matching up to modern times or things going on with the league outside of the base, or what happened to the other league members.

This whole idea was inspired by the song "Scylla" from Epic the Musical, with Danyal being the voice of Scylla as well as Odysseus, while Damian stands as Eurylochus. The instrumentals after Scylla says "hello" is him turning into the pit beast, and Scylla's "drown in your sorrow and fears" part is danny, as the pit beast, snarling at Damian while he attacks him.

There's a Good Ending, a Bad Ending, and a True Ending. The Bad Ending results in Damian being killed by Danny, it happens when Damian decides not to question or suspect Danny and treats him kindly. The Bad Ending is a cutscene, where Danny kills Damian quick and painlessly.

Meanwhile the Good Ending is Damian killing Danny. This is a boss fight, and it happens when Damian treats Danny coldly and suspiciously the whole time. Danny as a result, decides to make Damian's death painful as he had planned to, which is why it's a boss fight because it only causes him to double down on his anger.

The True Ending is Damian escapes with Tim. It happens when you treat Danny warmly up until the last minute, where when Danny proposes to Damian that he wants to show him something, Damian goes to talk to Tim and finally, reluctantly agrees that something is off with Danny, and that he'll be careful going in. It starts off with the boss fight until a third through, where it then changes to a cutscene where Tim manages to get the door open and Damian escapes out. It's then a chase scene down a never-ending hallway as the building actively works to keep you trapped inside. But you eventually make it to the exit so long as you avoid all the projectiles and doors.

Remember when I mentioned that Danny only lets people leave when he wants them to? That's where the treating Danny kindly throughout the game comes into play. It causes him to second guess himself and, eventually, reawaken and strengthen the love and admiration he had for Damian prior to his murder. It's why in the Bad Ending he kills Damian quickly -- because by then, he loves him enough that he doesn't want him to suffer, but is still so consumed by his rage and need for vengeance that he kills him anyways. That quiet part is what allows Damian (and Tim) to find the exit, because some part of Danny still loves Damian enough that he wants him to live.

The True Ending ends with a cutscene of Damian and Tim tumbling out into the snow/grass outside of the base. Damian looks up back to the entrance to see Danny standing there. But rather than a ten year old boy, there's a little five year old Danyal Al Ghul instead. He stares at Damian emotionlessly, blood seeping from his chest, staining his clothes, and little, bloody sword in his hands and tearstains on his cheeks, before he turns away and disappears back into the building.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Steve’s parents send him on a gap year after high school in hopes that it’ll get him ready to apply to colleges and become a proper adult. They let him choose any of their three vacation homes so he chooses their condo in Paris.

He’s expected to find a job and himself.

The bakery down the block from the condo is owned by two old men who don’t wanna open anymore because they like sleeping in and sipping on their coffee on their balcony. Steve is happy to take over.

Especially when he sees the guy who works at the wine store across the road.

He’s in by 8 every morning, waving to the people coming in and out of the bookshop next to him and the bike repair shop next to them. His smile is contagious, and Steve often finds himself completely distracted by it even if he’s helping customers.

His long hair is always down when he gets there, but by the time Steve sees him leave in the afternoon, it’s pulled up and he has a sweaty sheen across his skin.

Steve decides to visit on his day off, maybe grab a bottle of wine even though he hates every wine he’s ever had to sip on at family functions.

But the man isn’t there when he stops by, or at least not at the counter. An older man is there, wrapping a bottle in paper for a customer who seems like they visit often.

It’s a small store, no bigger than the bakery, so it’s not like the guy could be hiding somewhere.

“Looking for something?” The older man asks as he walks around the counter towards Steve with a smile.

“Oh. Um.”

“You’re lookin’ for Ed right?” The old man’s smile turned into a smirk. “Ed! Customer!”

The man Steve had been seeing every morning and afternoon was suddenly rushing from the back of the store, clipboard in hand, hair sticking to his neck and forehead.

“Hi! What can I help you with?”

Steve could think of quite a few things he could help him with, but it probably wasn’t appropriate to say in front of someone else in his place of work.

“Sorry. Do you need me to speak French?” The man, Ed, asked in flawless French.

“No,” Steve assured. “I work in the bakery across the street. Just wanted to come by and say hi.”

Ed’s brows furrowed as he turned to the older guy who was already back at the counter trying to look busy.

“Does David need a bottle for something? He usually has Wayne pick his pairings.”

Steve shook his head. “No, not that I know of. I’ve just…um. Well, this is actually weirder now that I’m here. So I think I’ll go. Sorry to waste your time!”

Steve turned to go, but a hand grabbed his arm, tugging him back.

“Are you always this awkward?” Ed asked. Steve looked up from his feet to see him smiling. “It’s kind of cute.”

“Steve.”

“Steve. How about you come taste our sample bottle for the day? Maybe it’ll take the edge off,” Eddie offered, gesturing towards a side table that had an open bottle of wine and small sample glasses. “You like rosé?”

“I don’t really know.”

“Then let’s find out.”

Turns out Steve didn’t mind rosé that much, but maybe that was the company. The flavor was a bit less bitter than he was used to, going down much smoother without leaving a burning sensation on his tongue.

And later, after Eddie had talked to him for nearly an hour about himself and the store and his uncle who took him in and worked for him, Steve leaned in and got a taste of the rosé on Eddie’s tongue.

Steve decided he liked wine more than he thought.

[casually-eat-my-soul]

One stupid headcannon I have for the reason that Arthur forgot Merlin during the Dolma thing is that Arthur just subconsciously registers Merlin presence.

He knows what it feels like to have Merlin in front of him and that what it felt like so obviously Merlin isn’t missing. It takes him a bit to register that Merlin isn’t really there becuase his body knows that he actually is.

[vagueandominousvibes]

Just Close Your Eyes and that scene.

Hold on, let me just hide all these notes and scenes that haven't happened yet that I'm dying to write —

Ok. So. Just Close Your Eyes is a long fic (at least for me), and I had SO MANY scenes in my head when I started writing it. There's one big scene towards the end that I'm still looking forward to write. (Technically two, if you count my plan for Shadow and Vio.)

From what I've written and posted so far, I think I want to highlight these:

Arn's surgical nightmare. I knew I wanted to include it very early on (which is why it's in Ch. 2) because it conveys one of the key issues in the fanfic (i.e. his emotional constipation) in a metaphorical way, and I do love a good metaphor.

Arn facing Vio in his study. There was always going to be conflict between these two, which meant there would have to be a break — somewhere where the conflict comes to light and neither of them can ignore. I couldn't tell at the start how bad it would get, but once I realised? Oh boy, did I look forward to this scene.

Arn sprinting across the field. I know writers experience their text different to how the readers experience it, but I'd argue that that scene — of Arn watching his sons enter the Dark World, of him realising they're leaving him, of him realising he'll lose them if he doesn't act immediately — is the crux of the story. This is where Arn takes the first step towards seeing his sons as they are, rather than as how he wishes they were, and the metaphors for it are all there (sprinting to catch up with them, and literally going from his world — Hyrule — to a world they're more familiar with than him — the Dark World).

Red breaking. You know when the sweet and soft character finally breaks? When they've tried so hard to keep it together, but then it becomes too much, and the anger explodes from them, but the person it's directed at is both the one triggering the explosion and the one they want comfort from? Yeah. I knew there'd be a breaking point for Red, and while I didn't know this was what it would look like, I'm so happy with how it turned out.

VIO AND SHADOW'S REUNION. (And the way it mirrors Arn and Liesl's reunion.) I had three different ideas for how this would go down, and again, I'm so happy with the one I ended up going with.

Liesl's fury. This is a bit more generic, but all the little moments that build up towards hers and Arn's fight in Ch. 12, where she's likened more and more to a dragon? I had so much fun with those moments, because pretty much as soon as I decided to include her as a character (rather than just a memory), I knew I wanted her to have a complicated story — one that would force Arn to reevaluate his own ideals and values — and what's more complicated than discovering the mother of your children (who you still love) fought for your enemy (against her own wishes, certainly, but she still did it) and single-handedly razed multiple villages and towns you were sworn to protect?

Anyways, yeah, there's a lot of scenes I've tried to connect in this fanfic, and hopefully it's become a rather coherent story. Thanks for the ask!! :D

[6th-for-truth]

Hats and bumper stickers are here for my favorite fictional presidential campaign 😂

There’s a whole section on my shop now for all your 6th house 2024 needs 😍

[plegdoctor]

Sunset - Greentia

It’s around midnight when Veronica is started awake, the bad dreams flooding her slumber once again. She rubs her bleary eyes, squinting in the darkness to identify the movement. It’s Tia, sat straight up, fiddling a rope around their fingers, tying it into knots. Veronica recognises it as the same rope that Tayce gave her in the bunkers, and so she wiggles from her tent and sits near a heater only a few metres from Tia.

They watch each other in silence for a short while, Veronica’s thoughts drifting back to what Divina said. “You’re cutting that poor thing off! If that had been you captured by the Capitol and tortured to the point of insanity, what would Tia be doing?” Tia would be fighting for me, Veronica thinks as the rope gets unravelled by Tia’s long thin fingers.

Now might be a good time to remedy that. Let Tia know that Veronica does care, that Veronica is fighting for them. But instead she says nothing, listening instead to the breathing of the soldiers around them.

Tia speaks first. “These last few years must have been hard for you. Flipflopping between whether or not you wanted me dead.”

“Usually not.”

“Why just usually?”

Veronica shrugs. Her response was kinder than her initial thought, of being in the plane after the collapse of the arena and immediately grabbing a needle with the intention of killing Tia so they didn’t have to suffer under the Capitol. That doesn’t seem fair to say after everything. “There was a time I thought you were working with the careers to kill me, remember? I didn’t know what you were doing. But after that you were always… an ally.”

Tia grunts. “Ally.” They say it several times, savouring the word. “Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Target. Fiancée. Mutt. Neighbour. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try and figure you out. Although now it’s like I can’t tell what’s real and what’s not.”

Tayce’s voice rises from a nearby tent. “Then you should ask. That’s what Bimini does.”

Tia’s face illustrates the range of emotions that they go through, settling on a questioning look that reminds Veronica of Tia’s confusion at the end of their first games, berries in hand, deadly juice staining skin. “Ask who? Who can I trust?”

“Us.” Sister sticks her head from her tent. “We’re your squad.”

A quiet overcomes as Tia ponders it. Veronica keeps her eyes on them, the way that the rope is moving slower than before, the way they tilt their head to the side in serious consideration. What must it be like for Tia, constantly unaware of what is illusion and what is reality?

Veronica imagines not knowing if Heather and Tony love her. If RuPaul is her enemy. If Tia loves her or not. It transforms her life into something more monstrous than it was before. She has the sudden urge to tell Tia every tiny detail she has ever learnt about them. 

“Your favourite colour… it’s green?” Tia addresses her.

“Yeah. And yours is orange.”

“Orange?” Tia crinkles their nose.  

“Not bright orange. Soft. Like sunset.” She takes a steadying breath. “You told me that once.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

It seems then that the conversation is over for the night, but something about the cocktails of emotions in Veronica’s chest and the cover of the night sky causes more words to tumble out like an avalanche. “You’re a writer. You’re a singer. You sleep with the windows open. You don’t know how to swim. You favourite childhood toy was a teddy bear from your older sister. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double knot your shoelaces.”

And then she dives into her tent before she can cry.

[heshmmity]

i have an urge to post it here so i post it here. be normal guys

50 shades of "bill we need to stop doing old men yaoi kisses its not very good for my reputation" dude nothing will save your reputation atp.

[dailykaeyas]

Never realized the drastic barber change until now

[divineandmajesticinone]

CENTURY OF LOVE (2024) I 1.04 "Vee is the fox that conceils himself in Ms. Wad's fate. Like the nine-tailed fox that possessed the consort Daji."

[lacquerheadd]

Try not to smile so wide, baby. You might break your mouth.