#man I love edamame

[divorcetual]

how do u eat cute dinner... i would feel bad /silly

om gonna be so fr. I didnt eat the penguins they sucked

[hoshigray]

hello, lovely! is it okay to request a short fic wherein gojo’s pregnant wife (y/n) stole his kikufuku? thank u! (missing soft gojo hours 😭)

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg stoooop this is so cute and sweet, what!?

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x pregnant afab/fem! reader - tooth-rotting fluff - pet names (angel, baby, stars and moon, sweetheart) - Gojo being a big crybaby over sweets - so soft, i was smiling while writing, hehe~.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

THUD!

“…!” You jolt, immediately looking to the entrance of the living room to see your husband. “Gojo! You okay?”

The white-haired man stands still with a gawked expression, eyes covered by his black blindfold with his usual Jujutsu Tech attire, and you can assume the noise came from the souvenir bags he dropped to the floor.

“…Y/n, my angelic stars and moon,” he finally speaks after a few seconds of silence, and you can see his lips quiver with trembling hands. “Is…Is that my last kikufuku?” 

If there is one thing Gojo loved more than anything other than you, it would be his undying love for sweets! You could never find him without any at his disposal; he’d have a bunch of lollipops in his pockets, be licking popsicles or soft serves while monitoring his first years during their missions, or typically stop by a café and grab some crepes for dessert to take home and share with you. He’s known to have a childish heart, and sweets are his weakness!

His all-time favorite would be the mochi delicacy he often gets during his mission trips to Sendai, and he’s always sure to buy a whole box worth to make the long trip up North worth it. Kikufuku, the crushed edamame and cream-filled mochi, is Gojo’s favorite sweet to eat — you’re a witness to him happily stuffing his face with them lying on the couch after a hard day’s work. He’s the type to eat one every week until he can return to Sendai and get more. 

This week was the very last one he had saved, secured in the cold fridge for him to eat once he got home. And he wasn’t going to Sendai anytime soon, so he planned on treasuring and savoring it the moment he stepped inside and lay beside his pregnant partner to chill on this blissful spring evening.

He could never get over the sight of you whenever he came home. Gojo loved his partner so much that he swears he would burn the world if you commanded him to, which you knew is an exaggeration, but his love is true. The day he got on one knee and heard you say yes to his proposal was the happiest he’d ever been, sweeping you off your feet, putting you in your dream puffy white dress, and officially becoming the spouse of the strongest sorcerer in the jujutsu world! And now you were swole with his child!? Not even God could strike this man to calm him down of his glee.

You were sitting on the living room couch like you always did, waiting for your husband to return, wearing a black maternity one-piece that comfortably molded around your figure and a blue flannel shirt – his flannel – to keep you warm. Gojo came home with souvenirs to share and impress, a huge smile just from thinking about your reactions. 

However, the sight has him gasp dramatically loud and drop everything to the wooden floor, because he saw something in your hand, something that broke his heart noticing the green and white filling apparent from a bite on an undeniable white rice cake. 

You were eating the very last of his kikufuku…How could you!?

You blinked at him, then turned to the sweet in your hand, and the realization of what you were doing finally hit you. “Oh! I’m sorry, Satoru! I was feeling snacky.”

The tall man teeters to where you’re sitting, whining with every step. “So why didn’t you eat your snacks, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know?” You shrugged, licking bits of the edamame cream off your middle finger. “They didn’t seem like what I was craving for. I wanted something sweet, ya know? And I finished my ice cream two nights ago, so this was all I could find.”

“Yeah, but like,” you can tell his eyebrows were scrunched together even if the black material concealed his upper face. “That was my last one, baby! Plus, you could’ve texted me you’d eat it, or I could’ve stopped somewhere to grab you something sweet!”

“I know! But, you were very busy today; a big mission up in Kyoto and a meeting with Principal Yaga, sooo…” you squished the mochi gently, licking more of the filling coming out. “I didn’t wanna interrupt or bother you…”

“But stilllll~!”God, you were so cute when you cared for him, you almost made him forget the whole thing then and there. But you can’t hate the man for being a little upset, right? Gojo sighs and places his cheek on your belly. “Little booger, you hear what your momma is doing to me? So cruel~.”

You gasped. “Hey! Don’t say that to them!” Your free hand tries to yank him off your tummy by the hair, yet he doesn’t budge as he exclaims painfully. “What, are you saying the pregnant love of your life is some villain because they ate one of your sweets? As if I never caught you taking scoops of my favorite ice cream!? Have you no shame, Gojo Satoru!”

He swats your hand off his snowy hair, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Between you and Principal Yaga, there is a scarce few Gojo would allow to beat him up for his foolishness. He turns his head – still above the baby – to face you and releases a sigh. “I’m sorry, I was just really stoked I’d get to have that kikufuku; it’ll be a long while before I go get more…Ughhh.” Another sigh is exerted, and you can only shake your head with rolled eyes. He’s such a baby.

You bring his blindfold down to his chin to free the azure eyes he’s been hiding since this morning, and his hair falls from its spiky appearance. Then, you separate the mochi into two and push one to his lips, “You happy now?” You say with a grin. “I’m sorry, but I wanted to give these a try. Besides, we’ll have a little one to look after soon; wouldn’t it be nice for them to know what their father likes to snack on from time to time?”

Now, how in the world could Gojo still be upset with that logic? Being a father is a foreign concept he’s accepting with open arms, sharing the experience with the person he values and cherishes the most. To have a child with you is the highest honor of all for him. And imagining his small family happy and eating sweets together under his care makes his cheeks show a subtle shade of pink.

He smiles as he accepts the piece of the rice cake, chuckling when you flick his nose playfully. “You’re so sweet, angel.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/benkeibear.

[afyrian]

first date w/ sakusa | headcanons

m.list

- ball of nerves, this man - he gets there fifteen minutes early - orders a drink and downs the thing - will order another when you get there - and sakusa will absolutely look through the menu three times - plus ask the waiter what his advice is twice - picked a seat by the window so you’d have a view - even going to the point of sitting in the torn chair - and once you walk in? - he’s sweating like crazy - you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen - like the way you anxiously find your way through the restaurant - looking around for him - and when your eyes finally land on him - it’s love at first sight - ‘you must be sakusa? kiyoomi?’ [you] - ‘yes, so i assume you’re l/n?’ [sakusa] - he wants so badly to say you look more beautiful in person - but it gets stuck on his tongue - you start with an appetizer - which you only got cause he mentioned liking edamame - ‘so, what’s your favorite movie?’ [you] - it’s basic first date small talk - but it’s way more natural than most would expect - like just talking for hours - you end up at the restaurant for nearly three hours - ordering some main dishes and then chatting - the way you spoke so eloquently sent sakusa crazy - you’d be talking and then randomly propping your chin on your palm - it’s adorable to him - ‘this view is spectacular, we’re incredibly lucky to get such a spot’ [you] - ‘yeah, i sure am lucky’ [sakusa] - there’s so much he wants to say to you - he just can’t find the words to say it in your presence - he does find a chance to get your number - even walking you to your car - sakusa doesn’t know how he feels about first date kisses - but he knows he really likes you - so he gives you one on the cheek - ‘i’d like to see you again, handsome’ [you] - ‘i’d like to see you again too’ [sakusa]

[algae-tm]

Kill Bill P.7

Charles Leclerc x famous singer ex!reader

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Author’s note : all the songs are real although I’ve played around with who’s featured on what, but I recommend everyone listen to the songs I’ve chosen not for any particular reason just cause they slap and I had such fun creating a playlist for this AU.

Also, I have WAYYY too much time on my hands now that uni is over… so hope you enjoy - Algae🌱

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yourusername : ‘TIDES’ out now on all streaming platforms 💚

y/bff/n : Now you did not play me Cellophane when i listened to this earlier! Why do you have me crying in walgreens by the edamame beans??

— yourusername : girl? do you want me to come get you?

— y/bff/n : please.

— y/bff/n : HURRY UP nobody gets me started playing and the cashier is wondering why I’m using grapes to dry my tears.

user1 : y/bff/n is so real for that cause what do you mean, “didn’t I do it for you, why don’t I do it for you?” y/n please explain yourself STAT!

— user3 : no cause the most devastating part, ‘WHEN ALL I DO IS FOR YOU’ y/n I’m in your walls, how dare you start an album like that wtf?

user4 : oh okay 😀

lewishamilton : So fun collabing with you

user5 : no cause we were robbed! we should’ve had XNDA on girls need love.

— yourusername : I was not about to sing about fucking and sucking with my surrogate uncle! Even could’ve been was too much for me. y’all should be lucky I brought the old man out of retirement

— lewishamilton : glad you made that executive decision but I’m not that old :(

danielricciardo : me rn - 🎧😭🕺🪩😭😢

— yourusername : I appreciate you Danny 💚

— yourusername : but make sure you give your therapist a ring yeah?

— danielricciardo : on call with her rn!

user5 : what’s everyone’s favourite track and why is it love on the brain?

— user6 : how could you even choose?? This might be a no skip album I fear.

user8: I’m sorry y/n did not lay out the 5 minute from the heart ballad that is Ex-Factor for y’all to just not talk about it??

— user9: “no one loves you more than me, and no one ever will!” You listening Lord Perceval????

— user16: “no matter how I think we grow you always seem to let me know… IT AIN’T WORKING.”

— user13: but like if she’s trying to send a message to Charles it’s a bit disjointed no?

— user10: ex-factor isn’t to Charles Leclerc

— user11: be so fr who is it for then??

— user10: it’s obviously y/n grappling with her conflicting emotions… it’s not meant to be for Charles. This whole album is her going through it. She’s sorting thru her emotions. Are y’all dumb or stupid?

— user15: alright now

user21: AHHSHHEJSJSJSKEDVDKZKSUDJ

— user23: real.

hallebailey: call me asap for any more collabs, had such fun on Forgive Me!

— yourusername: love you hal x

— chloebailey: do not call her! She got her chance call me! (liked by yourusername)

y/bff/n: SUPERMODEL??!!?? Another one you didn’t let me listen to???

— yourusername: cause I knew you’d smack me upside the head for begging a man to see me as pretty enough.

— user24: WHO DIDN’T THINK YOU WERE PRETTY ENOUGH?! CHARLES?!! LET ME AT HIM!

oscarpiastri: on repeat 🎶

— user31: Oscar 😭 it’s giving desperate

— user26: keep commenting, she’ll reply one day!

— user27: bros talking to himself in her comments

sza: album of the year I fear

— yourusername: Solana 💚 couldn’t have done it without you

user32: @oscarpiastri are you the homeboy she’s been secretly banging like she says on supermodel?

— yourusername: I have NOT been secretly banging anyone’s homeboy! Supermodel is the only track with joint writing creds! I fear @sza came up with that lyric. (Comment deleted by yourusername)

— user34: NO Y/N let Charles think you’ve been secretly doing Oscar!

— user35: @user34 love me some psychological warfare!

landonorris: first!

— yourusername: you literally are the last person to comment😒😒

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Y/N Strips Off Expectations on Her New Album ‘TIDES’

R&B superstar delivers sharp barbs and haunting melodies on her long-awaited LP, amidst relationship drama with ex Charles Leclerc.

By Will Dukes

June 10, 2024

If you thought the singles released prior to the album were indicative of the direction this LP would take, think again. Y/n’s highly anticipated latest release, "TIDES," is an ambitious and masterful exploration of love's euphoria and its darker, toxic undertones. Known for her sultry R&B style, y/n transcends genre boundaries in this 15-track opus, weaving together dance, electronic, pop, and reggae influences to craft a cohesive narrative.

The album opens with "Cellophane," a haunting electronic ballad reminiscent of FKA Twigs' ethereal work. This opening track is something we’ve never seen from y/n, yet her delicate vocals float over a sparse, echoing production, setting a tone of vulnerability and foreshadowing the emotional journey ahead. This track is a stunning prologue, drawing listeners into a world where love is as fragile as the titular cellophane.

As we transition to the 3rd track of the album "Forgive Me," the album's pulse quickens. The track opens with a haunting, ethereal intro that quickly gives way to a pulsating beat and assertive bass line, setting a commanding tone. Y/n’s and Halle’s harmonies are immediately striking, blending seamlessly while each woman’s distinct vocal timbre adds depth and texture to the song. Their voices convey both strength and a sense of liberation as they sing about reclaiming their power and refusing to apologize for their choices. Mid-album, "Doo Wop (That Thing)" introduces a surprising but seamless shift. The pop-reggae rhythm provides a laid-back contrast to the preceding tracks, reflecting a momentary calm in the tumultuous relationship. Yet, y/n’s lyrics hint at something more sinister, the song can be seen as a warning, y/n clearly saying to her listeners I’ve made mistakes and here is how you can avoid them.

I won’t blame anyone for mistaking her single “Kill Bill” as the climax of the album. That is what y/n wants you to believe but the climax arrives with "Mary Magdalene" an electronic ballad that ties with the opening track “Cellophane.” For me "Mary Magdalene," is a standout, embodying the album's central themes. Drawing on the figure of Mary Magdalene, y/n reclaims and redefines her story, exploring themes of femininity, devotion, and resilience. The song's intricate layering and hypnotic rhythms create an almost spiritual experience, inviting listeners to delve into its complex emotional landscape. The production is haunting, with distorted synths and echoing beats mirroring the disintegration of trust and affection. y/n’s vocal performance here is raw and powerful, her pain palpable as she sings, "a woman’s touch, a sacred geometry. I know where you start where you end. How to please, how to curse.”

"TIDES" concludes with "Mirrored Heart," a poignant ballad that brings the narrative full circle, echoing the album’s opening. With an album so tumultuous listeners would probably wish for a sense of closure. This song does not give you that, rather you’ll be left questioning ‘what’s next.” y/n’s voice, both fragile and resilient, lingers long after the final note.

In "TIDES," y/n not only expands her musical palette but also delivers a profound and relatable story. This album is a testament to her artistry, marking her as a versatile, timeless and fearless force in contemporary music. It’s a disjointed album, songs sometimes seem out of place, but like the title “TIDES,” suggests, and given the situation that inspired the album, that is exactly the atmosphere y/n was looking to create.

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charles_leclerc : best believe I’ll move on to better things

user1: do y’all hear that?

user3: not you using lyrics from y/n’s song it’s giving desperate.

user4: poor Alex

landonorris: what is bro doing lmao

user5: oh -

arthur_leclerc: if before you had a chance now you have 0 😂

— user5: oh Arthur’s messy messy

—lorenzotl: we want our sister in law back, and this idiot isn’t doing us any favours.

user6: I’m sorry this is so disrespectful to Alex. Just cause you guys broke up doesn’t mean you can do this

user7: lmao get a life

carlossainz55: cabron… this is not what we agreed you’d do 😅

lewishamilton: 😒

— danielricciardo: 😒

— georgerussel63: 😒

— y/bff/n: 😒

— francisca.cgomes: 😒

pierregasly: brother delete this 😔

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[quibbs126]

Is this a beautiful woman???

I am going to be very disappointed if this is a man. Though I think I’ve heard otherwise?

But yeah, I was not expecting this premise. It’s Men in Black? Will this tie into the Sugar Nova Odyssey in any way? Since that’s also about aliens. A bit too early to be a precursor for a second update though, considering we just had Black Sugar Swan

Anyways, I love this color combo, but I’m not too sure what she is. I’m trying to base it off her green streak, since I know I’ve been a vegetable that looks like that before, probably in a farming game. My best guess is either Edamame, Soybean or Green Bean, but I don’t know. Those aren’t the vegetable I’m thinking of, but I don’t know its name. Someone will probably know what it is though

[sincerelyamee]

Your Life As A Tokyo Jujutsu High Background Student

It all started on that late evening.

You were nestled comfortably in your dorm room, flipping through the heavy Encyclopedia of Water-Based Curses balanced on your knee. The leather binding creaked faintly as you turned each crinkled page, scanning the elaborate illustrations and lengthy descriptions. Your third bottle of mint chocolate milk sat sweating on the desk, the sugary scent mingling with old paper and worn wood polish.

Yes. That’s your definition of chill. After all, you were a jujutsu sorcerer, not fighting curses or having to run for your life totally counted as a chill evening. 

You enjoyed learning new things and you loved a quiet room. It was shaping up to be an excellent evening…

Until Gojo popped into your room. Literally. No knocking as usual. Screw this man and his teleport technique and his disregard for manners and politeness. A subtle displacement of air was your only warning. One moment your room was still and quiet, the next - a tall figure in a crisp black outfit and white hair beaming down at you.

“Spices! I’m going to Sendai. I’ll drop by Kikusuian. Want anything?”

Gojo called out, with his bubbly enthusiasm that never failed to make you cringe. 

You grimaced down at the pages in front of you.

Spices.

That stupid nickname had haunted you since your first month at the school after Gojo overheard a particularly colorful outburst of yours.

Seriously? You might be a little bit impulsive with your choice of language occasionally. But most of the time, you were the picture of decency and good manners. Gojo started it. Hakari and Kirara had adopted it with glee. And that’s how the nickname stuck. Soon, your real name was forgotten. Even your underclassmen called you Spices. 

Spices-senpai. How stupid is that? Now only Principal Yaga called you by your real name, and it’s all Gojo’s fault.

Oblivious to your sour reaction, Gojo leaned casually against your desk, cheerfully babbling on as usual:

“How about I get you your favorite, their Kikufuku mochi? The edamame ones, right? With sweet cream fillings?”

“You mean your favorite.” You corrected flatly.

“Details,” Gojo laughed, waving a dismissive hand. The movement sent a waft of oud and bergamot in your direction. “We both know I have impeccable taste.”

You sighed. Whatever. You were not one to say no to free food, so you nodded.

“Thanks, sensei.”

It’s a truth universally acknowledged, that Gojo Satoru was a glutton for sweet foods and drinks, and would absolutely steal anyone’s treats. That’s why as soon as he plopped down next to you, you immediately moved your mint chocolate milk to the other side, safe and sound from his grabby hand. The man might have just offered to buy you expensive mochi, but you would not sacrifice your mint chocolate milk. Never your mint chocolate milk.

Gojo pouted, like he thought it made him cuter:

“You have so little faith in me, my dear student.”

The best defense is a good offense. You gulped down your mint chocolate milk in one go, maintaining eye contact while at that. It caused him to chuckle. You truly were his most spoiled third year.

As you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, you decided to ask:

“Why are you going to Sendai at this hour?”

Surely not just to buy you his favorite mochi?

“I just miss those Kikufuku mochi.” Gojo shrugged, throwing himself casually onto your bed. His weight made the old mattress springs creak in protest. “But I should also probably check on Fushiguro while I’m there. His mission got a bit messy.”

That got your attention.

“Fushiguro? What mission?”

“No big deal.” Gojo examined his nails airily. “Just a collection mission. Easy breezy.”

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion:

“Collect what?”

“One of the fingers.”

It took you a second to process what ‘finger’ he meant. When it clicked, you nearly crushed the empty milk bottle still clutched in your fist. You were pretty sure at least one of the blood vessels in your brain popped off. 

“You sent a first year to collect one of Sukuna’s fucking fingers? Alone?!” You exploded.

Gojo reached out and flicked the tip of your angrily flushed nose:

“Language, Spices.”

He’s trying to distract you, which was not going to happen. You were far too incensed to rein in your temper.

“Are you insane?!” You snapped. “I should have come with him. Anything Sukuna-related is NOT a one-man job!”

(Here's the link to AO3 if you want to read the whole thing.)

[annestie]

Modern Au Sully Family Headcanons

Some modern AVATAR headcanons that may be based in reality or purely off vibes.

Neytiri is an intense driver. Sure, she follows most rules but she is aggressive with it. Like Jake will always let her drive but at the same time, he is praying and holding onto that ceiling handle out of desperation and the hopes they'll be ok. The kids are fine, Neytiri has trained the well, it's just Jake.

Neytiri absolutely passes her driving techniques onto her children even though Jake was the one to actually teach all of them to drive. They simply absorbed their mother's driving over the years.

Kiri goes to every ren faire she can and always brings Tuk along. Though that's because Tuk is the only one actually interested in going. (Once Tuk convinced Jake to go and then forced him to dress as a princess with her, that was the first and last time Jake ever came along again. He only went the first time because he promised Tuk even after she mentioned him being a princess.)

Neteyam has a motorcycle. Sure, he can never ride it since he's always driving his siblings around but he has it and the skill to ride, it's just he never has time. (Yes I made an entire post about this, but I need it restated)

It took a while for the Sully kids to figure out that Spider wasn't actually their cousin and that that's just what they called him. They still treat him like family though.

Spider IS family. He the family friend who's been around for so long that he is more family than the blood family you never see.

Kiri either goes all in with makeup, crazy deigns, those water based graphic liners, every shade of eyeshadow she can possible fit on her eyelid, or wears none. There is no in between.

Lo'ak is an absolute soda addict to the point Neytiri has to force him to drink water.

Kiri is a picky eater but refuses to make it anyone's problem. Neytiri still always cooks foods she'll like.

Tuk loves to help in the kitchen.

Neytiri sometimes appreciates the help.

Neteyam's a decent cook. When he was younger, he often spent time just hanging out in the kitchen with his mom when she cooked. Still does it sometimes though not as often.

Kiri can cook her favorite meals. Just those though. If it isn't any of those, please don't let her.

Lo'ak can't cook. You know what? Don't let this man anywhere near the stove. He can set the table.

However, Lo'ak can make dino nuggets flawlessly, has the exact time down to the second in the mircrowave.

Jake can cook like one thing. But he is AMAZING at making this one meal. He's just perfect at it.

Lo'ak likes veggies. This one kind of dumb and entirely baseless but I think it would be hilarious for Lo'ak to love all this junk food and then like also equally enjoy a nice plate of cauliflower or edamame. Plus you know Neytiri is going to force him to eat it either way, what's the point of not liking it?

Kiri's room is basically an amalgamation of the little nicknacks she finds in the forests which basically cover every surface available.

All of the Sullies wander the forest for fun. They go there for different reasons but they all love it.

[xoxiu]

my house of stone, your ivy grows - yoongi x reader

chapter fourteen table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.

tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline

taglist: @allamericanuniverse @llallaaa, @frieschan

“I don’t know what to do, hyung,” Yoongi sighed. It felt like a losing battle with Kiwo. Everything would be going so good in Yoongi’s eyes and then Kiwo would break down and throw away all progress they had made. 

Just today, Yoongi requested fried rice for lunch for him and Kiwo. He knew Kiwo loved fried rice, but he added edamame and kimchi to diversify Kiwo’s palate. The additions weren’t even noticeable, but Kiwo immediately sensed that something was off with her food and refused to eat. When Yoongi suggested to just eat around what she didn’t like, she just grew angry and knocked her plate to the ground. 

“Well, you can’t send her back,” Seokjin pointed out. 

“I know, I know,” Yoongi brushed off Seokjin’s comment, “It’s just she’s unbelievably autistic. Like at first it was cute, but now it’s just annoying.”

Seokjin hummed in acknowledgment. “Oh, yeah. She’s autistic.” The elder looked over into the living room where Namjoon and Kiwo were working on a Lego set together. It looked like Kiwo was just building her part silently while ignoring Namjoon. 

Yeah, it was kind of obvious. 

“You need to just look into it more. Get her on a solid schedule and learn what she likes and dislikes.”

”But she dislikes me-“

”Yoogie !” A small voice from the living room called out. Seokjin gave Yoongi a smile, while the younger simply ignored the call for him in order to continue his sulking. 

“I don’t think she dislikes you.”

”But she acts so much differently now than a month ago, hyung. It’s like she’s gotten more irritable.” Yoongi cringed as he became aware of how whiny he sounded. However, he saw no other way to get his point across. 

Seokjin thought for a minute, looking back towards Namjoon and Kiwo. They were quietly arguing, with Kiwo scolding Namjoon for placing the wrong color Lego in a certain spot. He chuckled at how his boyfriend was handling the situation- Seokjin thought he was getting more riled up than Kiwo. Then it hit him. 

Hard. 

“Yoongi-ah, you know how Jimin is a little, right? Taehyung and Hoseok’s little.” 

“Yeah.”

”I think she might be little, too.”

While Yoongi wouldn’t want to admit it, it did make sense. He was aware that her emotions rivaled that of a preteen, but her mannerisms and behavior wasn’t that of an 18 year old’s. There would be some times where it felt like he was dealing with an adult, but most times she acted like a spoiled child.

Small feet could be heard stomping through the living room into the kitchen where Yoongi and Seokjin sat. A red-faced Kiwo who looked very displeased crossed her arms in front of the two elders. She let out a huff before speaking. 

“Yoogie, Namjoon won’t stop talking to me in Korean. It’s not fair.” 

“Let’s come up with a plan together. My younger cousin is autistic, so I have a general idea of what would be best.” Seokjin brought out a small notebook that was left unused. On the front cover, he wrote ‘Kiwo & Yoongi’ in thick, black Sharpie. 

They decided on rules first. Yoongi had rules previously in place, but rarely followed through with reprimands for breaking them. Mainly because he himself couldn’t remember them, so it would be rude to assume Kiwo would remember as well. 

The first rule was to be respectful to others and their things. Kiwo had a habit of just forgetting honorifics and manners or treating others like they were beneath her, which Yoongi immediately wanted to nip in the bud. Throwing food on the floor, constantly trying to steal Yoongi’s phone, and physically fighting with others were all bad habits Kiwo had picked up. 

Next was sleep. Both Yoongi and Kiwo struggled with good sleep schedules, so establishing one now would be beneficial. Bedtime was 11pm, and they would be out of bed before 10am. 

The last big rule was about food. Ultimately, Yoongi and the rest of the members of Bangtan had superiority over Kiwo, and she needed to listen and understand that she wasn’t in control. She needed to learn to eat what she was given as none of the men believed in starving anyone, and that she couldn’t survive off such ill nutritious foods. 

If Kiwo broke a rule, she would be immediately punished. Yoongi had a habit of delaying a punishment until after he finished whatever it was he was doing, or stepping away for nearly an hour to let himself calm down. If he continued this, Seokjin pointed out, Kiwo wouldn’t associate the punishment with the crime. The main punishments were a spanking or grounding her by taking away her fun toys and such, but Yoongi had to use his own discretion for what was best. Whether that be a spanking or corner time or washing her mouth out with soap, it was up to him. 

And finally, he needed to get Kiwo on somewhat of a schedule. Knowing what was going on everyday and having a predictable schedule was super beneficial to autistic individuals, and Kiwo was no exception. Yoongi made sure the schedule fit in all three meals, one-on-one Korean study time, and a visit to Seokjin and Namjoon’s apartment, usually before or just after dinner. 

“This looks really good, Yoongi-yah.” Seokjin praised, giving Yoongi a pat on the back. The younger smiled slightly as he closed the notebook and put it in his pocket. 

The sound of the door opening drew their attention to the entryway. Taehyung, Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook all walked inside, dressed in puffy coats from the coolness outside. 

“Jinnie hyung, we brought chicken!” Hoseok shouted, and ran straight to the kitchen after removing his shoes. He placed the boxes of fried chicken down on the table before his eyes came across Yoongi.

”Yoongi hyung is here? Is Kiwo here?” Excitement leaked from Hoseok’s voice as his brain slowly made the connections between Yoongi being here and Kiwo being here. 

“You ran straight past her!” Seokjin said, throwing his hands in the air. Wordlessly but with a smile, Hoseok ran back into the living room where everyone else sat. 

Jungkook sat on the recliner with Taehyung on his lap. Both of them were watching Demon Slayer on the television. Hoseok and Namjoon sat on the couch watching Jimin and Kiwo play with the Legos. Kiwo had just finished up her portion of the set, and was waiting for Jimin to finish up what Namjoon had started. 

Yoongi and Seokjin walked in and took up the rest of the couch next to Namjoon. Yoongi looked down at Kiwo and saw blood pooling up around her lips. He sighed- it seemed impossible to break that habit of hers. He shuffled through her backpack that lay next to him until he found a pink pacifier. He walked over to the two littles and popped the pacifier into Kiwo’s mouth. 

Kiwo paid no mind to Yoongi, continuing on playing with the extra spare Legos Namjoon had laying around. Or, well, stacking them into a tower, if you consider that playing. 

“You’re just a big baby,” Jimin said in Korean. Kiwo just stared at him, not understanding anything that he was saying. 

“I don’t use a pacifier but you do.”

”Jimin-ah, it’s fine that she uses a pacifier.” Taehyung said, never taking his eyes off the TV screen. “Besides, you sometimes take one at nap time-“

”No I don’t!” Jimin whined and slammed his hand against the carpeting. Taehyung simply shot him a hard look to put an end to the tantrum before it began. Jimin huffed and placed his attention back on his Legos. 

Yoongi was surprised by how well Kiwo did during dinner. She ate a lot of spicy chicken when Yoongi expected her to not eat any due to the spice. 

After dinner, all of them laid around the living room watching some romance movie. Yoongi was barely paying attention, more focused on his phone and watching Kiwo’s sleepy face. 

“Uh, Yoongi hyung…” Jungkook spoke up, getting up to walk over to Yoongi’s place on the couch. The younger held his phone out to reveal texts between him and his father. 

‘Father: American police are getting involved with Kiwo’s disappearance. Police here are getting strong armed and are going to start an investigation soon. Get Kiwo out now before the police have no choice.’

Yoongi had to read the text message over and over again just to ensure he read it right. 

“Shit!” Yoongi screamed, hitting the arm rest next to him with a closed fist. Kiwo startled awake and fell off Yoongi’s lap with a thud. All eyes were on him as he stood up and began pacing the room. 

“What’s up, Yoongi hyung?” Jimin asked, standing up alongside Taehyung to check on the elder. 

“They’re fucking after her!” Yoongi exclaimed, grasping the back of the couch hard enough for this knuckles to turn red. “American police are catching onto us and are investigating her disappearance.”

The room filled with a silent fear and concerned looks. No one knew what to say. 

Except Kiwo. 

“For real?” She asked, her demeanor cheerful and giddy. “I get to go home?”

Seokjin looked over at the youngest with pity. He shook his head as he stood up to console Yoongi. 

“Not exactly,” Namjoon was the first one to break the silence. He didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but as no one else was speaking up, he saw no other choice. 

“We’ll have to relocate for the time being.” Jungkook clarified, his heart breaking when he looked down at Kiwo’s now distraught face. “All of us, since we’re all involved.”

”No!” Kiwo said, standing up defensively, “I get to go home to my parents and friends. I get to go back to school away from you freaks!”

”Freaks?” Jimin asked to himself, looking over at Hoseok for confirmation. Hoseok only continued to silently converse with Seokjin and Yoongi. 

There was a moment of silence where they all just looked at each other, not sure what to say. Seokjin cleared his voice, and all eyes were on him. 

“My parents own a villa outside Busan. We could all stay there for the time being- there’s more than enough room.” 

“Thank you, hyung.” Yoongi sighed, his heart rate slowing down ever so slightly at having a plan of action. 

“We’ll leave tonight so there won’t be many police out and make it there early in the morning.” Seokjin said, placing a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Let’s all pack up and meet back here.”

So much for creating a routine for Kiwo. 

[papiermachecat]

Helloooooo anyone who still follows me! I figured I’d better do a writeup of my pilgrimage to Slane with some notorious fellow tumblr hags because most of THEM are headed to Wembley for multiple shows which is fine and I’m not jealous at all because it’s FINE.

Amongst other things, in this writeup I will address A) my first time flying internationally (0/10 would do again but did not enjoy) B) the very flexible meaning of “5 minute walk” coming from an Irish or British person, C) the Irish weather (glorious), and D) the personal shortcomings of everyone I met on the trip (this section WILL be lengthy)*

Anyway my last day of school with students was Thursday June 8, and yesterday I had to be at work to do summer cleanup & checkout. In between I flew to Dublin???? Met my friends?? Almost died(more on that later)! And came back home! It’s insanity. So I waved goodbye to the buses on Thursday, raced home, dyed my hair (? I was not thinking clearly), packed, and was at the airport by 5:45 PM. “Wow!” you might be thinking, “She’s clearly very efficient and organized!” Unless you’ve ever spent two (2) minutes with me, then you know better. So yeah, flight was uneventful, Aer Lingus is kinda crappy but if you were seated in the first 10 rows you had a chance of getting an ice cube in your water so there’s that.

Upon arrival at Dublin, I met up with the fabulous @aggresivelyfriendly fresh from Italy and we had the loveliest taxi driver chat with us through sunny Dublin and drop us at the door of our very hip boutique hotel and I thought wow, these taxi drivers are so nice! Can’t wait to meet more of them! HAHAHAHA anyway

At the hotel we met up with fellow Americans @chasm2018 and @accidentalharrie , soon joined by the best UK/Ireland team since Harry & Niall, the delightful @cantquitu and @justharried as well as the famed, Harry-endorsed Mr. Justharried, who not only endured our company but even gave a good show of enjoying it! A fine man indeed 😘. Anyway yes, we hugged, we chatted, we ate, it was GRAND. A plan was formulated! Pop down to early merch, see a few sights, have a little lunch, shop a bit maybe, then dinner…all sounded lovely. Bit of walking, they said. Not very far, they said. Just down the road! they said.

So anyway we get to early merch—just a 10-15 minute walk with lovely weather, and there was NO LINE. None. Walked in, walked up to the counter, bought stuff, done. Blew my mind tbh. Okay great! Headed over to have snacks (the authentic Irish delicacy they call “nachos” idk if you’ve heard of them) and drinks at a church in front of a bronze bust of Arthur (I think?) Guinness, tended to by a very charming waiter who seemed accustomed to crazy Americans who want ice in their water. 10/10.

Side note: I wanted to hear some authentic Irish music. You know, walk by a pub and hear some Celtic ballad being sung while emotional old men all hold up their mugs of foamy beer, right? Well. As it turns out, their musical selections in a bar are pretty much what you’d hear here and I saw NO emotional old men swaying with their pints up as they sang along :/. But we wandered and cantquitu told us tales of her misspent youth in the thrift shops and it was lovely! 10/10

Another “”5 minute walk”” and we were at dinner, which was so lovely. No ice water, naturally, but lovely nonetheless! I had a traditional Irish salmon and tortellini with edamame. FUN FACT: 75% of the world’s supply of edamame is grown in Dingle, Ireland, famously home to Fungi (pronounced FUN-ghee) the dolphin, may he rest in peace. (Parts of that fact are actually true btw, but not the edamame part.)

A quick jaunt (45 miles or so) back to the hotel for more drinks and then off to bed to rest up for HARRYYYYYYYY!! I began to have serious regrets about my footwear choices, and rightly suspected that Saturday could be worse, but HARRY!!!!

STATS: step count: 18K // Ubers taken: 0 // successful acquisitions of a beverage with ice in it: 2 // painful blisters formed: 3

So on Saturday I switched up my shoes and hopes for the best. A quick 5 minute/6 mile walk* to the coach pickup spot and shortly we were on a stifling bus to Slane!! Expect a 20-30 minute walk to the venue, Ticketmaster told me HAHAHA anyway we get dropped off in a cow pasture (FUN FACT: Irish pastures are the lumpiest in the world*), somehow adopt two Irish teenagers who didn’t know until day of that they were supposed to have a chaperone over 25, poor things (I better never catch Lenna & Lily—cantquitu’s beloved nieces—complaining about hags in the fandom!), and off we go! Anyway after the short cow pasture walk and a bridge crossing there was a security check and I thought gosh this wasn’t bad at all! Surely security wouldn’t be set up 46 miles from the venue right? So I strolled through this wooded area, pleasant weather, good company, nice breeze…for perhaps 2-3 hours? Idk might’ve been a bit shorter but I definitely at one point said “Do you think this is some kind of prank? Like just to see how far we’ll walk?” Genuinely, it was FOREVER. My footwear choices had not been sound, my blisters from the day before were so ouchy oh and FUN FACT: the average preferred walking speed of my companions is a 5-minute mile. Which is like a 3-second kilometer, I did the math.*

ANYWAY. The first sign of civilization we saw was a stone wall with a hand-painted sign that I will post here

Please note this is not my photo and must be older as there are now 23 KILLED. SO FAR. Cantquitu told me that is one of her favorite Irish traditions* idk seemed a bit dark to me but 🤷🏻‍♀️

So we’re clearly there, right?? Hahahaha no. Another few billion miles later there’s another security check, then a ticket scan, THEN we’re at the top of a massive hill with merely 6 more miles* to walk to get to our Hollywood pod. I’ve drawn you a map of our route which I will post here.

Once we were settled, it was as you’d expect. So happy. So much fun. I ~almost forgot about the death march I had endured and tried to forget about the inevitably worse one awaiting us—though turns out there was an easier path home—still ages, and done in a sea of people, but easier!

Anyway you all probably saw the show or the best bits of it on video but here are my standout moments that wouldn’t have been captured on a livestream:

• the ADORABLE Scottish couple next to us with the guy being THE biggest harrie—knew every word, every drum fill, every 1-2-3-4…his girlfriend was a sweetheart too but just may have been the lesser into Harry between the two lol—we hugged goodbye and I hope they have a wonderful life ❤️

• the absolute shock of hurrying back from the bathrooms (such as they were 😬) while I Wanna Dance With Somebody was playing and seeing like…nobody….dancing. The disrespect!!!!

• the fact that About Damn Time and 24K Magic were the favorites from Annie Mac’s set that’s RIGHT! YAY AMERICA!!!!!! Idk some other songs played that I guess people liked or whatever but let’s be real

• if you have seen a pic of Harry in his favorite little brown leisurewear up at the castle you can thank…I want to say justharried? Might’ve been the mister who originally spotted him? but it was 1000% justharried who played Paul Revere and soon the entire crowd was staring at him. He moved his arm in a gesture that was NOT a wave but looked at the start like it possibly COULD have been a wave and literally the whole crowd started waving at him…it was so cute but needless to say he retreated soon after before re-emerging for Mitch’s set

• During Fine Line I looked at aggressively friendly and she was crying and then I of course immediately cried as I do and then we swayed and cried and it was just…a moment. Telling myself that things will be alright has become very difficult in my life these past few years and it felt both cathartic and bittersweet and just…all the things ❤️

• My entire posse collaborating to get my feet OUT of my shoes and IN to cantquitu’s extra flip-flops she’d brought along (a size too big for her but two sizes too small for me—before you start picturing me as Sasquatch or something I wear a very normal size US 8!) which genuinely felt SO much better and I don’t think I’d have made it back otherwise, thank you ❤️

And I’ve thought of so many funny things to say but tumblr crashed the first time I wrote this and I had to redo it again and I lost it so just know, it was worth every bit of blood (and yes there was blood), sweat (soooo much sweat) and tears (Tam’s fault!!) and I’d do it all over again no question!!

[tr1ck5]

Favorites meme!

I've been tagged by @iffylogic, thank you!!

Favorite painter: Mmmf so hard to choose... I'd say either Alex Grey's mesmerizing psychedelic stuff or Zdzisław Beksiński's haunting landscapes and grotesque monsters! Quite the contrast I know haha but both are surrealists (somewhat) and I love that style the most.

Favorite poet/writer: H. P. Lovecraft (I know I know lol the man was a complete ass but damn he could write some stellar cosmic horror) and Jason Pargin (my fave book series of all time: John Dies at the End)

Favorite band: Band? Not... not DJ, right? Wait google says a band is a "group of musicians who play music together". Is two people a group? Am I overthinking this? Aaaaaa Daft Punk.

Favorite meal & drink: If it's hot out: salmon poke bowl!! With avocados and mangoes and cucumbers and nori and ginger and edamame aaaa if it's cold out: some real good ramen with eggs and seaweed and pork and bok choy and corn aaaa ����

Fav drink is anything matcha. A N Y T H I N G.

Favorite outfit aesthetic/style: I'm a kandi raver at heart always, so my aesthetic is a toned-down version of that haha. I love neon colors, crazy patterns, rainbow stuff... My friends say my style is "always ready to go to EDC at a moment's notice" and, yeah, fair lmao

Favorite singer: Gotta be Lady Gaga. I mean have you heard "Edge of Glory"?? And "Sine from Above"???

Favorite item you own: Oooough I mean right now it's my matcha bubble tea squishmallow that I sleep with every night. So S Q U I S H Y. I didn't really "get" squishmallow-type plushies before getting one. I apologize, I definitely get it now LOL

Favorite perfume: "Lilas Mauve" from Yves Rocher. Lilac smell is like catnip to me, I love it so fucking much. I basically go crazy for around two weeks every May when they bloom lol

I tag @angelosearch (obv lol), @suleikashideaway and @gardengalwrites and anyone who wants to do it!

[lifeonstar]

Them Bones

Pairing: Leopika.

(7/7)

The end is here. Thank you very much for reading and I am sorry for having calculated the number of chapters wrong, I will correct that

7. The happy ending.

Kurapika carefully inspected the tomato before pulling it off the vine and placing it in the basket with the rest of the harvested tomatoes.

In the year and a half that he had lived there, he had managed to harvest many vegetables and fruits in the small garden. He had enlarged its dimensions and had put all the effort and love in the world into it.

Leorio had even brought him a nice blue overall for gardening as a gift on one of his trips to the city of Lukso. Kurapika had seen the garment in one of the many magazines they had in the house and had fallen madly in love with it.

Leorio walked past him carrying a bucket full of food for the boars.

"Lunch is almost ready, do you think your parents will take much longer?"

"I don't think it will take too long," Kurapika replied. "Today they come with Pairo, so their delay may be due to that."

Leorio tossed the remains of food into the pen and patted the female boar on the back before heading back into the house. Kurapika finished ripping off the remaining tomatoes and went into the kitchen, placing the basket on the counter.

"That smells so good," he commented, resting his face against Leorio's arm. A large, bubbling pot brimming with pranka stew filled the air with a pleasant, homemade aroma."My mother will be delighted with your progress."

"Slow progress," Leorio grumbled, putting out the fire. Kurapika was going to protest at that, but a sound in the small room next to theirs caught his attention.

He took Leorio from his clothes and led him to stand in front of the open door. He wrapped his arms around the man's neck and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

A small laugh, beautiful and happy, came from that dark room, filling the house even more with that homey feeling.

They both laughed and Kurapika went to turn on the light in the little room, meeting the small round and happy face of his nine-month-old daughter.

"Good morning, Kippie," he greeted her, taking her into his arms. "Is it so funny that your parents do the kissy kissy?"

Leorio and Kurapika had been the last to get married, but the first to have a baby. Their baby girl, Kippie, had been baptized in the river a couple of months ago. At each baptism the eyes of the babies turn red without fail, it was part of the process carried out by the elders of the tribe. Even so, their little girl's never changed, they continued with the same beautiful brown color with which she had been born.

Kippie had the same hair and eye color as Leorio. Hair in waves that grew fast and ruffled easily, and eyes that were warm and expressive.The shape of the eyes, nose and mouth were the same as Kurapika's, it was a perfect mix.

"I am so hungry" was Pairo's warning to indicate that they had already arrived.

Pairo's seven-month-old big belly was the first to enter the home. Leorio went next to him and helped him up the small step that the guy could no longer see due to his stomach.

"I made a separate stew just for you," Leorio commented as he guided him to the chair to sit down."It has pranka liver, nuts, seeds and edamame."

"That sounds so delicious," Pairo said sarcastically, tapping on his heels to kick off his shoes. "How much longer will I have to eat those delicacies?"

"Until you recover the iron in your blood," Kurapika commented to which Pairo stuck out his tongue.

"No one spoke to you," he replied in an exaggerated tone of offense. "I don't beat you up just because you have my son's or daughter's future wife in your arms."

Pairo's lack of iron had been quite alarming, but Leorio's diet rich in meats and vegetables and a special homemade medicine had managed to regulate it.

Kurapika's parents entered the house loaded with a lot of food and other gifts for Kippie, as usual, and went directly to her, paying absolutely no attention to anything else.

When it was discovered that Kippie did not have scarlet eyes, Kurapika had feared, deep inside, that his parents and Pairo would reject her, even internally. But that had never happened; there was no change in the way she was treated or loved.

They had lunch on the patio, as they had done for a couple of Sundays; the spring was warm and the weather was optimal to spend the rest of the day there.His parents took advantage of the afternoon to try on all kinds of tunics on Kippie, and Pairo basked in the sun with his belly exposed while he complained about the dust in his house from the remodeling of what would be the baby's room.

Kurapika adored those moments. His life was simple and beautiful, he could spend the whole day with his family, with his animals or his crops, and then he could sleep hugging his husband every night.

A good life, a profitable life.

His parents and Pairo left at dusk, the lights of the village indicating a way back from the little house hidden in the bushes.

"Oh, Pairo forgot the medicine," Leorio commented when they had finished bringing everything into the house.The white bottle was forgotten on the table.

"With all the liver you put in his stew, I think his body will last just fine until tomorrow morning," Kurapika assured him, stroking his arm.

Leorio had Kippie lying on his chest, fast asleep."You're right," he smiled, turning a little so he could place a kiss on Kurapika's forehead.

"Don't worry, I'll bring it to him first thing in the morning while you attend to Mr. Frand" Kurapika said, taking advantage of the proximity to plant a deep kiss on his lips.

Kippie gave a little laugh, almost inaudible, and when they both turned to look at her, she was sound asleep.

"Even when she's asleep we make her laugh," Leorio commented, caressing one of those rosy, round cheeks. "I feel that we are going to embarrass her in the future."

"Remind me to give us the best kisses in front of her when she's a teenager," Kurapika joked, accompanying his husband to the little girl's room.They laid her down in the beautiful wooden cradle, covering her with a light sheet and turning off the light, leaving the door ajar.

Life was good and peaceful, no kind of pain or eccentricity crushing their souls and wearing down their lives. Life was good, even down to their bones

[deada55]

Room Temperature

for kloktober day 5: Abigail Appreciation Day

synopsis: meet Jane during an evening at home with her "gal pal" Abigail.

I wanted to flex my newfound female OC-building skills, so here's Jane, a gay club owner/real estate investor, whose situationship has taken a really weird turn.

“Exhaustion, huh?”

Jane grabbed the remote and nestled back into her spot on the couch without spilling a drop of wine. She pulled her hair from her eyes, then gathered it all to the right to keep it out of Abigail’s mouth before she let her head rest. She took a sip: the sangria she’d made wasn’t cold enough for her thirst. The clicks of the TV flickering between channels, then streaming services, shot through the rush of the city streets below.

“I’m not going to make you talk about it, I was just saying-“

“I’m ok talking about it, I just don’t get what you want me to say.”

Abigail flexed her upper back and sat up, leaving Jane to awkwardly lay against the warm spot in the throw pillows. “I’m going to take a lap.” Her footsteps across the shag carpet living room were silent. To get the subway-tiled greige bathroom door to close, she had to kick away a purple brush jammed full of auburn hair. When it clattered against the baseboard, Jane stood up to grab it, her leg hair prickling from a sudden chill.

She caught a look at herself in the floor-length mirror at the end of the hallway and shrunk. Tall as she was, moisturized, dressed in pajamas she loved (for their comfort AND the way her breasts poked the front forward, nipples prominent but casual and covered,) being there for Abigail was still tough. 

It wasn’t the way Jane’s wet hair made Abby gag, or the lethargy, or the nights Abigail came to work with her, watching queers the world over sweat and rejoice in strobe-lit dancefloors, just so she wouldn’t have to be alone with insomnia. It wasn’t not knowing, it wasn’t coming to accept that what had happened to Abigail was perfectly senseless and unexplainable. The press talked about Magnus’ suicide as an equal tragedy and it left the both of them speechless. In their bed, when they could share it, Jane’s adoration and relief came second to laying with only their feet touching, pulling different blankets around their shoulders. Jane thought she understood all that. She drove to the appointments, she cooked, she was patient, she didn’t press, she didn’t ask Abigail for anything, and she knew Abigail wouldn’t give it if it wasn’t necessary or requested. She’d save her energy, she’d heal in time, she kept moving. All Jane could do was wait and hope it kept her in the picture.

But she cheated. With a man. With an insanely rich and stupid man. 

They’d been trapped in a situationship for years, showing up at each other’s apartments, swapping spit after a couple fruity blended drinks, “networking”... Her Dethklok contract was her retirement fund. She’d lucked out. Jane kept buying properties, finding managers, firing people, selling properties for double what she paid for them, raising the property values in downtowns and abandoned sites of Dethklok’s concerts (rubble and ruins and broken glass.) 

She hoped she was over that damage of a lesbian worrying that a man could do her job better for the bisexual community, but it came back like a poorly aged joke in a favorite movie. Nathan Explosion, half-witted, spoiled, incoherently mumbling and screaming, might be better than her after all.

But nothing was too good for Abigail.

She came out of the bathroom with brighter eyes and her bathrobe tied. “Ok. You ready to watch ER?”

“Yeah. Want some edamame?” What was popcorn to salty, hot beans?

“I think I’m OK. Meet me at the sofa in five?”

“Always.”

[voidofthearchive]

recently ive been getting into a lot more anime so here's a short abriged list of some of the shows i've watched recently/have liked!

i'm also watching a lot of these with my sister, and for a few of them im writing fanfic for them as well. i have three fics out but like. 10 drafts (send help lol)

great pretender - currently watching - i gotta say, i love shows where the main charecter keeps getting into shit and just needs a break but can't get it. makoto is a bean (he's literally called edamame) and laurent is so goofy. laurent is also my fave but its so hard to find good angst for him?? if you liked inhibit the web-comic, i suggest this, and if you liked this, i suggest inhibit. both the mcs are so incredibly done.

blue period - done w/anime, reading manga - hhh this really makes me want to create again, and i love yaguchi's journey into the art world. ESPECIALLY the university arc in the manga.

fruits basket - watching anime - I Love Kyo Soma. he's such a little guy, just a little skrungly. he's like if you mixed childe and bakugou. gosh tohru really solves everything, don't she. this show is kinda tropey but SO wholesome and good.

my hero acadamia - watching anime but i know all the manga spoliers lol - its ok but fanon and speculation is what really takes it too the next level. I Have Thoughts About This Show. especially the headcannons.

neon genesis evangelion - re-watching so i can watch the movie- ngl i forgotton how hard the first like 12 episodes are to get thru lol. still, i love this show so much. i will always come back to it. i love teh complexity that the show archives, as well as the rawness of the emotions. it gives me the feels man.

trigun (old+new) - watched both fully but rlly finished the manga lol -g od this feels like so long ago. when people say 'tristamp but with trianime and trimax to fill in the gaps' i used to be like 'nah' but after watching the edning of tristamp i wholeheartedly agree. the pacing issues tho. (plus tristamp meryl+wolfwood, and trimax/trianime vash sorry not sorry)

i might update with a part two later on but for now thanks for watching.!

[antishaman]

parricide.

The house had never felt so warm before.

He hardly noticed the temperature in all his years of living in the same home, but today, Suguru was exceptionally aware that it felt so cozy. The window was shut tight and locked to keep the cloudy coldness outside, not a single fan was on, not even a breeze was felt from the crack on the front door.

It all felt so comforting.

So misleading.

His mother sat in the living room couch, watching a network about cooking, and folding laundry with a bowl of edamame set on the small table in front of her. A plate with discarded green membranes with the spice sucked cleanly off was set next to the small bowl.

"Is that you, Suguru?" she called without turning from her task.

On the days that he wasn't staying at Jujutsu Tech, Suguru was home around two different times: either 4 p.m. or 9 p.m. His father came home around 10 p.m., sometimes it pushed to 2 a.m.

"Yeah, it's me, mom."

Mom.

Mother.

He walked to the living room and found that he was looking at his mom for the first time. Long black hair sleek down her back, bangs clipped away from her face, not a blemish in sight. Suguru had his mothers looks from the hair, down the slope of his nose and the plush of his lips. She was wearing a mid-sleeve white blouse, comfortable tan loungers, and her fuzzy brown slippers.

Everything about this picture screamed familiarity, but tonight his eyes were open to such spectacular sunshine.

She isn't even human.

That was the realization that he came to when looking at her now. And, surprisingly, Suguru had no qualms with that epiphany.

"Dinner is made, it's just on the stove," she encouraged.

"Thanks, mom, I ate already though."

Suguru went into his room to bide his time until his father came home from work. A diligent and hard working, loving father, gentleman to his wife. What pieces Suguru grabbed from him was his headstrong personality, well-mannered tongue, disciplined and humbled individual.

That was the kind of man that Suguru admired. His father always pitched at him to stand up for the weak, but never to incite violence. Preaching to not let others get under his skin, and walk with his head high. It's worked for seventeen long, despairingly, humiliatingly long years.

But all that ends tonight.

His parents hardly fought, and if they ever did more than Suguru saw, they never exposed the aftermath to him. He grew up knowing how doting his mother is and how soft his father was with her. They truly loved each other so much, and Suguru could admire that.

Which is why when his father settled through the door at last, he was going to send them off together.

[illyrilex]

Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the questions below! I was tagged by the always lovely @mana-sputachu!

Last song: as I type this I'm listening to Closer by Nine Inch Nails *Note: the song finished while I was typing this so now it's Laboratory from the Resident Evil 3 Remake soundtrack (by Azusa Kato)

Three Ships (Last Three) : These are all gonna be KOF so forgive me~ KingxVanessa MaryXTerry AdelheidxWhip

Currently Reading: Honestly I'm just reading various fanfiction when the mood strikes, though, more than anything I've been reading and re-reading my current WIP as I try to work on it.

Last Movie: Ant-Man and The Wasp: Quantumania

Craving: Salted edamame, which will be here via DoorDash soon!

Tagging: Uhhhh... no obligations of course but how about... @vashito@maliwarm@blackhakumen@bandydear(long time no see :)) @peppermintedspice@austonishing1 @nyattosfw Uhhhhh.... I can't think of anyone else, sorry, but please feel free to jump in if you'd like

[anxiety-lemsbian]

bored soooo

sapphic ace :)

i loveeeeeeeeeeeeeee the sportgirl cola tinted lip balm? and i use the sportsgirl purple palette and the festival anko palette + spit for my eyeliner every day (don't judge me) and just kmart concealer lol.

me, honestly. i'm content. BUT i'd love to be a shark for a day. or a cat. or a fish.

marchhhhh

yas girl

mostly fluffy pants and some graphic t-shirt like phoebe bridgers or maleficent

i really like typo flow writer pens

ummmmmmmmmm. my red corduroy pants.

@waitingforthesunrise @trashmeowcan + some ppl that don't use tumblr :<

not really honestly.

all of them tbh.

eyeseyeseyeseyeseyeseyeseyes because THEY'RE ALL SO PRETTY LIKE WHAT

both but i was born in autumn soooo

ummmmm. salt and vinegar chips. and cake. and edamame. and mac & cheese.

i try for 9+ hours i have real bad sleep anxiety

several.

yes! i make a lot of things, like pita bread and burritos and cakes and risotto

my love/my life in any language but english (mi vida, meri jaan)

ummmm i hate having dreams. idk.

uhhhhhhhhhhhh. well. i was not queer for a lot of my life idk. maybe this girl olive she was on my netball team.

HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME.ummm. the one about the beach with the postcards.

i wash my face w soap every night????

ARRIETTY IN TERMS OF AESTHETIC KIKI IN TERMS OF ACTUAL FAVOURITE

yes? probably?

pomegranate.

never kissed anyone except for a guy for a bit.

sometimes! i read a book a day and if i haven't finished it i will.

lavender and baking bread.

i don't even know what you mean by that.

uh. auli'i cravalho. abd. others.

YES MY CAT CLEMENTINE AMEALIA ROSALIE HARPER SIENA FLORENCE AURORA

i really like my like late 90's aesthetic thing dress!

idk man

mango. and passionfruit. and raspberry. and chocolate.

every single film, dude.

efusdgynldjsgyuhd. um wendy cope and sue zhao and sylvia plath and laura whatshername.

i dont know i dont count a lot?

lily of the valleyyyyy adn jonquils

MY RADIO SILENCE MUG THAT I PAINTED

she/they <3

soft asks:

cherry - what is your sexuality?

lollipop - favorite makeup products?

daydreams - if you could be anything or anyone, who would you be?

october - what month were you born in?

caress - do you like to snuggle?

ivory - describe your pajamas?

golden - favorite stationary product?

freckles - most-worn article of clothing?

twilight - best friend?

silk - do you like k-pop?

poppy - favorite pastel color?

dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face?

sunkissed - autumn or spring?

buttery - favorite snack?

whisper - how much sleep do you get?

pencil - do you own a journal?

cupcake - are you a good cook?

honey - favorite term of endearment?

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams?

velvet - who was your first crush?

paper - favorite children’s book?

peaches - do you have a skincare routine?

mochi - favorite studio ghibli film?

backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend?

strawberry - favorite fruit?

kiss - have you ever kissed a friend?,

nightlight - do you read before bed?

shampoo - favorite scent?

skin - what distant relative are you closest to?

aphrodite - favorite actress/actor?

cuddles - do you have any pets?

lace - if you own any dresses, which is your favorite?

sheets - sanrio or san-x characters?

cream - frozen yogurt flavor?

watermelon - do films ever make you cry?

sapphos - favorite poet?

plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own?

roses - what flower do you find most beautiful?

sweetheart - favorite mug/cup?

sunset - what are your pronouns?