#monsoon collapse

[htr2a]

there are six climate tipping points identified in the united nations intergovernmental panel on climate change sixth assessment report. the greenland ice sheet, the west antarctic ice sheet, the atlantic meridional overturning current (amoc, colloquially the gulf stream), the amazon rainforest, and thawing releasing runaway amounts of methane.

greenland's ice sheet is in disequilibrium and we are committed to 2-3 meters of sea level rise from its melt alone in the next 200 years.

greenland's ice sheets have been melting twice as fast in the last twenty years as they were during the previous century.

rapid increase in the rate of melting of the west antarctic ice sheet is unavoidable.

the west antarctic ice sheet is retreating twice as fast as previously predicted.

this is causing the atlantic meridional overturning current to collapse.

the gulf stream is weakening. 99% confidence. measured volume through the florida straits has declined by 4% in the past 40 years.

the gulf stream will collapse between 2025 and 2095. 95% confidence.

the amazon rainforest is currently in a drought that may indicate it has passed its threshold to maintain its own wet climate as a result of deforestation.

nasa finds that tundra releases plumes of methane in the wake of wildfires.

this year eight times more land burned in canada than average.

soil fires in the canadian arctic are burning the peat underground and melting the permafrost. stat from the study 70% of recorded area of arctic peat affected by burning over the past forty years has occurred in the last eight and 30% of it was in 2020 alone.

russian siberia experienced a similarly massive fire season in 2021.

a methane source we weren't expecting was warmer, wetter conditions to increase organic decomposition in tropical wetlands to release ever increasing amounts of methane.

we are sixteen years into an ice age termination event fueled by these tropical methane releases.

the world meteorological organization expects us to break 1.5º C of warming from pre-industrial levels within the next five years..

united nations environmental programme (unep) emissions gap report found that current fossil fuel extraction commitments leave no credible path to keeping warming below 1.5º C. based on current policies we will experience 2.8ºC of warming by 2100. even if all current pledges were implemented and followed through with (which they never have been), we will only be able to limit that to 2.4-2.6ºC of warming.

15,000 scientists warn that society could collapse this century.

we aren't going to have a choice. this is the sixth great extinction.

[townpostin]

Bridge Collapse In Giridih Raises Concerns Over Construction Quality

Heavy Rains Bring Down Under-Construction Bridge, Echoing Recent Bihar Incident A newly built bridge in Giridih district succumbed to monsoon rains, sparking worries about infrastructure quality and safety standards in Jharkhand. GIRIDIH – An under-construction bridge connecting Dumritola and Kariphari villages on the Fatehpur Bhelwaghati road in Giridih district collapsed during heavy rainfall,…

[avayarising]

Deaths of Tim Drake

Part of the Batfam Death Project.

Unfortunately, Tim is wrong. At the time of the above panel (Robin War 1, 2015), Tim had died twice. To be fair, though, this being New 52 where Tim was never even actually Robin, they have presumably unhappened or, at least, been forgotten. (However, current canon is that all timelines have happened, so they still count.)

Tim has died three times and visited an afterlife once, if only barely. There are also a further three occasions when he might have arguably died, though it is not shown on panel.

Total time dead: a few days.

Verifiable deaths

1. Killed by the Joker (Emperor Joker, 2000)

Tim was killed by the Joker after Joker stole reality-altering powers from Mxyzptlk and remade the universe to his liking.

By the look of his corpse he was shot several times in the chest, possibly with a machine-gun.

Time dead: At least a few days. By the look of the corpses, Dick died before Tim – his body is noticeably more bloated – but neither has been dead more than about a week or two. On the other hand, Joker has powers over reality here, so he could have them appear at whatever stage of decomposition he wants.

2. Drowned in Blüdhaven (Robin 2:145, 2006)

Tim drowned in a water attack by a villain called Monsoon during an attack on Blüdhaven by a large number of meta villains, just hours before Blüdhaven was bombed by Chemo.

He was resuscitated by Laura Fell, the Warlock’s Daughter (his school friend Darla returned from the dead), who says she used CPR (the resuscitation is not shown on-page).

Of course, the person who gave her the CPR that didn’t help when she died was Tim, so that’s a hell of a thing to bring up just now.

Time dead: unclear, but probably in the order of minutes – Laura is grabbing him and pulling him out as he’s losing consciousness, so it can’t be long.

3. Electrocuted by Evil Future Tim (Detective Comics 1:966–967, 2017)

Tim’s Evil Future Batman Self (pulled from the future by Dr Oz) helped Tim escape Dr Oz’s extradimensional prison, where they were both imprisoned. When they got back to Gotham, Evil Future Batman Tim incapacitated Red Robin Tim with a powerful electric shock so he could go and kill Batwoman without interference.

Tim staggered to a nearby hospital, removing the more recognisable parts of his Red Robin outfit (which at this point in time actually looks just like his Robin outfit) on the way, and collapsed in the doorway. His heart stopped and he had to be revived by defibrillation.

Time dead: a minute or two at most.

Bonus extra deaths

(Implied, inferrable, ambiguous and arguable deaths)

1. Possibly died briefly during his splenectomy (Red Robin 5, 2009)

As Red Robin, Tim got stabbed in the spleen, and almost died from blood loss. He was picked up and treated by the League of Assassins, and woke up next to a Lazarus Pit. He was told, however, that he had not been resurrected, nor been submerged in the Pit for healing, but had only undergone surgery.

That may be so. It still leaves open the possibility that Tim did briefly die on the operating table and was resuscitated by more normal medical processes. It’s also possible that the White Ghost was lying by omission and, even if Tim wasn’t submerged in the Pit, some Lazarus Water was involved in the operation.

Time dead: Maybe a minute or two, if anything.

2. Arguably died when he was shot by a hundred drones at once (Detective Comics 1:940, 2016)

Jacob Kane (Batwoman’s dad and Bruce’s maternal uncle) had a plan to take out members of the League of Shadows (an offshoot of the League of Assassins) with targeted drone strikes. But the drones would have potentially killed a lot of other people too. Unable to actually disable the drones, Tim managed to hack them and reprogram them to all fire on him instead.

This was absolutely suicide, and it absolutely would have killed him had Dr Oz not spirited him away to his extradimensional prison. But you could argue that Tim did actually die at this point. Did he get transported just before the drones hit, or did his body get disintegrated and then reconstituted from his soul (which would count as death) in the prison?

Against the former, surely it wouldn’t have been hard for the other Bats to spot if his body had disappeared a millisecond before the lasers hit, and the panel appears to show his body beginning to disintegrate. Tim remembers the missiles hitting him.

On the other hand, when Tim manifests in the prison he is still as injured as he was before, with a swollen cheek and a bloody nose, and you’d think if his body was reformed it would come back fully healed.

Dr Oz’s answer is ambiguous.

Time dead: unclear. If he died at all, it was probably for moments.

3. Probably died in Death Metal along with everyone else (Death Metal 7, 2021)

Tim probably died in battle when the Dark Multiverse invaded and destroyed all the worlds of the multiverse. All the remaining heroes came together in a hopeless fight against an army of their worst nightmares, including an apparently never-ending swarm of groblins (mindless evil Jokerised Robins led by the Robin King, an evil child Bruce Robin).

Tim’s death isn’t shown on panel and neither is his dead body, but he is definitely in the group of Bats standing ready to fight (left, next to Spoiler):

As with Cass, Tim is likely to have died here, but he could have just been fighting elsewhere when we see Evil Child Bruce Robin taunt Batman over the fact that everyone is dead. In any case, everyone is fine again when Wonder Woman persuades the Creators to remake the multiverse.

Time dead: unclear; might be up to an hour, or longer if it takes longer to remake the world.

Afterlife visits

1. Pulled to the edge of the Abyss (Young Justice 1:19, 1999)

So apparently one of Greta’s (Secret’s) powers is the ability to create a portal to the Abyss – a rather horrific realm of the dead – within herself. She basically gathers people into herself to pull them in to the afterlife. She can also use this power to teleport/transport people by taking them through the Abyss – though it is not pleasant. She does this for Young Justice when Mount Justice blows up with them all inside it. In Greta’s internal portal, they experience falling into darkness, being burnt up, and being frozen and shattered. All the time, Greta is laughing cruelly.

And then they get spat out into a forest in the rain.

Greta is at pains to insist that she didn’t actually take them in to the Abyss itself, just the edge of it within herself. But it was still obviously absolutely nightmarish for all of them.

Time in in Greta’s internal afterlife portal: moments, or an eternity.

2. In the Abyss again (Young Justice 1:48, 2002)

Anita’s dad was tortured and left to die. Anita got there just too late, and then leapt into Greta’s internal afterlife portal to try and pull him out.

Ray and Slobo jumped in to get Anita back, and, after a little hesitation (unlike the others, he had been in before and knew the Horrors that awaited), Tim went in too.

Like last time, Tim experiences The Horrors, but Slobo (who says he has an understanding with death) stabilises him. They, with Ray, protect Anita from bat-monsters while she tries to reach her father.

Anita doesn’t get her dad back, but she does get to say goodbye to him. (This doesn’t help.) Everyone other than Anita’s dad is spat back out of Greta’s portal in the same place a short while after they left.

Time in Greta’s internal afterlife portal: a few minutes.

Batfam Death Project Masterpost

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this EcoWatch story:

More than 40 scientists have written an open letter warning of a potential “tipping point” for the Atlantic Meridional Overturning Circulation (AMOC) in the Arctic.

The letter to the Nordic Council of Ministers encourages countries in the region to prevent global heating from causing AMOC’s collapse, which could lead to sudden changes in weather patterns and damage to ecosystems.

“Science increasingly confirms that the Arctic region is a ‘ground zero’ for tipping point risks and climate regulation across the planet. In this region, the Greenland Ice Sheet, the Barents sea ice, the boreal permafrost systems, the subpolar gyre deep-water formation and the Atlantic Meridional Overturning Circulation (AMOC) are all vulnerable to major, interconnected nonlinear changes,” the scientists said in the letter. “The AMOC, the dominant mechanism of northward heat transport in the North Atlantic, determines life conditions for all people in the Arctic region and beyond and is increasingly at risk of passing a tipping point.”

AMOC is an ocean current system that brings warm water to the North Atlantic, giving Europe its mild climate, reported Reuters.

AMOC’s collapse would raise sea levels in the Atlantic, make the Northern Hemisphere cooler, reduce precipitation in North America and Europe and change monsoon patterns in Africa and South America, the United Kingdom’s Met Office said, as reported by Reuters.

“If Britain and Ireland become like northern Norway, (that) has tremendous consequences. Our finding is that this is not a low probability,” said signatory of the letter professor Peter Ditlevsen of the University of Copenhagen, as Reuters reported. “This is not something you easily adapt to.”

[alwayslurkinginthebackground]

S'mores - A Pedrotober Drabble

Day Twenty-Nine of Pedrotober: The Uninvited Pedrotober Hosted by @norththelemon and @alyssamariag. View the full prompt list HERE and view my entire Pedrotober drabble catalog HERE.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: Is this even a question with Joel anymore? E. All the way through. Unprotected p in v, a bit of fingering, cum shot, multiple orgasms. I think that's most of it.

Word Count: 1700

a/n: Several things spiraled out of control and since I didn't have anything particularly scheduled for today's prompt of The Uninvited, we went off-book (although if you squint hard enough, there is a tiny little reference here). Here's one last Pedrotober Joel for his wives. Also...did someone say...grey PJs?

It's raining.

Weeks of planning, of meticulously ensuring that everything for this weekend would go perfectly. Sarah at her friend's house for two nights, Joel's truck packed to the brim with gear, the campsite reserved in advance, your route planned out on the map, and it's raining.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Joel whispers when he comes up behind you.

"Why did it have to rain today?" you ask, a disappointed edge to your voice. Of course on the one day you needed the skies to be clear, Mother Nature decided it might be a good time for a monsoon, and the rain pattering against the window you stare out feels like a mirror of the frustrated tears running down your cheeks.

Joel laughs lightly against your hair, arms tightening around you. "To be fair, it's also going to rain tomorrow."

His joke doesn't land the way he hoped, because seconds later you're retreating to his bedroom, the door rattling the walls when it slams behind you. Collapsing down against the messy sheets, you wait for his knock, but it never comes, only forcing you further into the mental breakdown that's been simmering since you watched the weather report last night.

This camping trip was supposed to be your first weekend away together. Just the two of you without any interruption from the busy lives that often kept you squarely on opposite schedules. But now, as the uninvited guest outside pours down against the house and the seconds tick away without any word from your boyfriend, you realize that you're spending it alone instead. You roll over, grabbing the pillow that maintains his musky scent, and you bury your face in it as you let out a scream against the soft fabric.

It must muffle the sound of Joel's initial knock on the door, because the next thing you know, you can hear his soft voice from the other side. "Babe?" You debate ignoring him until his fingers rap against the wood again. "Sweetheart, can I come in?" He must hear your whispered confirmation because the light from the hallway shines into his room and you can feel the dip of the bed beside you a moment later.

"I'm sorry," he whispers softly, hand running along your side in soothing motions. "I know this weekend was important to you."

"It sure as fuck was, Joel." The anger still layered in your voice surprises you, and you quickly let out a long sigh as you sit up. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't take it out on you. It's not your fault it's raining cats and dogs outside." As if Mother Nature heard you, a clap of thunder sounds and you glance at the window when the wind picks up.

Joel, however, still has his eyes firmly set on you. "Come on," he takes your hand, lacing your fingers together as he guides you off the bed, "I want to show you something."

With furrowed brows, you follow him down the stairs and into the living room. The curtains have been closed and he's lit a variety of candles that you're pretty sure he pulled out of the back of a cabinet, scattering them around the room so it's bathed in warm light.

"What is this?" It's an honest question as you take in the sleeping bags on the floor, his black next to your yellow, and the way he's brought half of your supplies in from the garage to create a little campsite in front of the couch, complete with the jugs of water and bag of instant coffee you'd bought for the trip.

He tugs you into the center of the room, "I thought that since our trip got canceled maybe we could still spend it here. Sarah's still gone for the weekend and..."

You're kissing him before he can even finish the sentence, gripping the half-open henley he's wearing to pull him closer. When you ease back, you maintain the connection of your skin against his, foreheads touching. "Thank you."

"There's more," he explains, nearly giddy with excitement as he ushers you down onto the makeshift bed and moves toward the kitchen, your eyes lingering on the grey sweatpants that leave little to your imagination. Not that you need to imagine anything when you're already very familiar with what lies beneath the surface.

Joel reappears with a bag of marshmallows, a box of graham crackers, and a bar of chocolate, the roasting sticks you'd bought specifically for the trip in his other hand.

"Figured we could make s'mores and watch a movie. The luxuries of not camping, you know?" he suggests, but you have other plans, and the second he's situated beside you, you're climbing into his lap. Your thighs bracket his, the hard length of him already pressing into your core through the layers that separate you. He drops the food somewhere beside you when your lips trail down to bite into the skin of his neck. "Or not," he mumbles before recapturing your lips in a brutal kiss.

His hands are everywhere. They're trailing up your spine as they tug your shirt over your head. They're lingering on the underside of your breasts as you run your own across his warm chest. They're shifting you onto your back so he's hovering above you, hips pressing down for just a second before they're dragging your leggings off your skin. They're between your folds, twisting around your clit in quick succession as he works you up.

You work just as quickly, tugging at his waistband until his cock springs free, the grey sweatpants added to the pile of clothing on the floor. Your hand drops to wrap around his length, and he falters when you run your thumb over the tip before sliding back down. He refocuses, his mouth working its way along your body, catching on one breast before chasing lower, but you stop him, rolling him in a smooth motion so he's trapped beneath you once more.

"I can't believe you did this," you moan breathlessly when your slick center slides over the plush curve of his stomach. He guides you, hands on your hips as you begin to rock back and forth over his skin, easing you lower until his tip catches on your entrance.

"If I knew this was how you'd react, I would've done it sooner," he jokes as you let him slip into your heat. "Would'a begged for rain and..."

He's left speechless by a sharp snap of your hips down against his. "You're saying that this is better than fishing for your dinner?" you ask, leaning down over him to kiss his chest. "That this is better than sitting around a campfire?" You run your tongue in a long stripe up to the edge of his jaw, breathing out against his skin. "That this is better than a nice," you begin, easing up on your knees. "Long," you continue, slowly letting your walls drag along his length. "Strenuous," you pause when he's nearly slipped from you, watching him struggle to maintain his composure and resist the urge to thrust up into you. "Hike?" you finish, dropping back down and taking him to the hilt as you finish your question.

Joel groans loudly, his head rolling back against the camp pillow it rests on. "Fuck, sweetheart."

"I'm trying to, Miller," you return with a breathless laugh, "but someone seems to be missing lying on the hard ground looking at the stars."

"Don't need the stars when I have a much better view right here," he grunts, holding you against him as he fips you once more, regaining his control over your body. "Nothin' better than seeing you come apart beneath me."

"Then you'd better get to work if you want to see that."

Your words light a fire, and when he bottoms out inside you again, it's forceful. "With pleasure."

He's balanced on his knees in a way that you know he'll complain about later, but now, as his thumbs press down into the thick of your thighs to keep your legs spread wide, he makes no protest. Neither do you, not when Joel's crowding you into the floor, the sleeping bags hitching under your hips when he picks up the pace.

"Just think, we've got all weekend to do this now," he breathes out, continuing to pound you into the floor. "Think about how many times I can make you come between now and Monday morning."

Something about the way he says it sends you over the edge without warning, your fingers digging into the fabric beneath you. Your hips attempt to canter up against his, but his grip keeps you firmly pressed down, halting your movements as he keeps going. "Joel," you whimper, your high hazing your vision as another quickly builds beneath the surface.

He changes the angle, letting your legs close around his waist as he gets closer, rocking into you with hard, shallow thrusts. A gasp leaves your lips when he grinds against your clit, and you respond by raking your nails down his back.

"I've got you, Sweetheart," he whispers against your ear, aware of the assurance you need that you can take everything he's giving you. "Come on, one more."

It doesn't take much, not when you're wrapped in his strong arms and he's already made you come once, and you're clenching around him seconds later. You're overwhelmed to the point that you barely recognize the way he shifts back, pulling out of you as you writhe beneath him. It's only when you feel him spill across the skin of your stomach that you realize he's still above you, a fist wrapped around his cock.

You're both breathing heavily when you return to your senses, the rain still pattering against the window. Joel leans over to grab a washcloth from one of the bags you'd packed, gently cleaning you off before tossing it on the pile of discarded clothes.

"So, " he whispers when he lays back down next to you, his back partially against the couch as you turn to rest against him, "s'mores?"

You roll your eyes and press a kiss on his warm chest. "Yes, Joel. S'mores."

[nohkalikai]

More areas and populations have been affected in Assam, which is the most populous state in the country’s northeast. So far, 11 people have lost their lives and 600,000 people including over 78,000 children across 11 districts have been affected. An estimated 68,600 people have sought refuge in 187 relief camps.

The southern districts of the state, including the Barak Valley, have suffered more than the other regions. Landslides, floods and erosion have been reported from here and nearly 250,000 people are affected. Several trains have been canceled due to the rising water level in the rivers across the state. Additional personnel from the NDRF have been airlifted to the Barak Valley region to bolster the rescue and rehabilitation operation.

Mizoram has been affected more by landslides and storms than flooding. At least 29 people have been killed there with the highest toll reported from the capital city of Aizawl. Local NGOs such as the Melthum Local Council and Young Mizo Association have joined hands with the State Disaster Response Force (SDRF) for rescue and rehabilitation measures.

Chief Minister Lalduhoma has announced an allocation of 150 million Indian rupees ($1.8 million approximately) to the SDRF. Families that have lost kin in the disaster are being paid $4,792 each.

Meghalaya and Tripura have suffered less devastation compared to the other states in the northeastern region. Meghalaya reported five deaths and close to 5,000 people have been affected by storms and landslides.  A portion of National Highway-6 that connects the state to Assam has collapsed near Lumshnong as storms and rains caused landslides. Transportation in the region has been severely disrupted.  Vehicles were seen stranded in videos on social media.

In Tripura, around 2,500 people were rendered homeless and more than 550 houses were damaged due to the incessant rainfall, flooding and thunderstorms. Those rendered homeless have been lodged at 30 relief camps in different districts of the state. Sepahijala, Gomati, Dhalai and Khowai districts were affected the most by the cyclone.   According to an official estimate, about 397 hectares of cultivable land belonging to 1,764 farmers were submerged by the flood in different districts.

[chicademartinica]

2023 Favorites

Come play favorites with me.

Favorite Korean BL: The Eighth Sense. / Runner up: Our dating Sim

Favorite Thai BL: Never let me go / Runner up: Moonlight Chicken

Favorite Japanese BL: The end of the world with you / Runner up: My Beautiful man eternal (Show +Movie)

Favorite Taiwanese BL: Kiseki Dear to me / Runner up: Stay by my side.

Best director(s): Inu Baek & Werner du Plessis for The Eighth Sense (Korea and Germany) EX AEQUO with Jojo Tichakorn Phukhaothong (Thailand) for FIVE SHOWS (BL or not everything Jojo does is QUEER): Never let me go / Never let me go Our Skyy 2/ The Warp effect / Only Friends / Dirty Laundry. To be noted and congratulated: OG Thai BL director Tee Sintanaparadee with his best work to date: I feel you linger in the air.

Best cinematography: Never let me go by Rat Rungruang (Thailand) / Runner Up: Moonlight Chicken ALSO by Rat Rungruang EX AEQUO Never let me go Our skyy 2 ALSO by Rat Rungruang.

Best use of color theory : The eighth sense GREEN.

Best score /musical moment (instrumental): “Save you from the Death” by Ruiqi Zhao. This song is so good it was used in two shows, airing at the same time, produced by the same man, on the same channel. We first hear it in Never let me go (episode 05) as Palm ravenously kisses Nueng (for a long long long long time) for the first time. AND THEN it’s back in Moonlight Chicken (episode 01) as Uncle Jim and Wen do everything but kiss under the moonlight. Aof and Jojo really said we both using it to be desperate and erotic and what of it. 10/10 no notes.

Runner up: “Refined enlightenment” by Howard Harper-Barnes in I feel you linger in the air (episode 07): The soaring strings that perfectly follows Jom’s arousal as he masturbates to the memory of the most erotic oil massage ever. Refined INDEED. // “Bleeding Signs” by Chris Shards in Never let me go (episode 05): Dark and moody indie rock rumbles as Nueng reels from his brutal outing, homophobia, and Ben’s betrayal before collapsing in Palm’s arms in the yellow of Bangkok polluted twilight.

Best score/ musical moment (with lyrics): “I can’t lose it all” by Ben Goldstein in The Eight Sense (episode 06) The singer belting “I’m losing my mind (…) I can’t lose it all” are the only words we hear for the last minutes of a great, hazy fugue of an episode. (Last spoken line: “To give you trauma” before the lovers start kissing.) Jae Won and Ji Hyun make love and when the song stops, I was left with greys waves, panic, and a burning “JAE WON WERE YOU OR WERE YOU NOT HIGH OUT OF YOUR MIND FOR ALL OF THIS? Was that song a call back to “Where is my mind” of Fight Club fame just to play with our nerves? Good times. //Runner up: “Monsoons” by Johannes Bornlöf and Le June in Never let me go. This song plays for two minutes straight as Palm sways drunkenly in his lover’s arms as he reels from his mother’s violent death. “Monsoon rain and chest pains”, blurry lens and sloppy, tear-soaked kissing. Peak lakorn.

Favorite couple: PalmNueng in Never let me go. // Runner up : KingUea in Bed Friend.

Favorite chemistry: PondPhuwin as Palmnueng, GMMtv true hidden gem. Runner up: Nat Chen and Jiang Dian as Chen Yi and Ai Di in Kiseki Dear to me.

Favorite individual performance: Film Thanapat in Laws of Attraction// Runner up: Mix Sahaphap in Moonlight Chicken.

Most beloved actor this year: Mark Pakin.

Favorite Ensemble: Moonlight Chicken // Runner up: The Warp Effect

Favorite mother figure: Grandma in Laws of Attraction. Amazing actress, well written (Grieving!) character. // Runner up: Ji Hyun’s boss in The eighth sense.

Favorite friendship: Pat and Chot in Step by Step! Pat’s whole friend group! // Runner up: Alex and Army in The Warp Effect.

Favorite siblings: The Gu siblings in Stay by my side. // Jeng and Jaab in Step by Step.

My hatred for you knows no bounds: Uea’s "mother" in Bed Friend. // Runner up: Phupha in The Promise EX AEQUO Tae Hyung in The eighth sense.

Most beloved character: Palm! My sweet boy! // Runner up: King! MY King!

Favorite “I love you”: “I LOVE YOU UNCLE JIM” Li Ming in Moonlight Chicken.

Favorite proposal: Charn being a lawyer and a marriage equality advocate while Tinn is just trying to marry the nutjob in Laws of Attraction.

Favorite wedding: TinnCharn and the baby’s doll on the chair (Tears!). Runner up: Palmnueng marrying by proxy while being guests at a gay wedding.

The category is “Boohoo snot bubble I’m dazed and crying”: The eighth Sense. Runner up: Moonlight Chicken.

The category is “I’ve watched this scene without breathing.”: Ji Hyun’s reaching for Jae Won’s hand in The eighth sense ep 09 // Runner up: Ki Tae confronting Lee Wan in episode 04 of Our dating Sim.

The category is “My cheeks are hurting I’m smiling so much”: Our dating Sim // Runner up: Love tractor.

Punchline: “Have you been well? Without me?”  Ki Tae to Lee Wan Our dating Sim / “I miss you so much. I miss you so much” Fan Ze Rui to Bai Zong Yi Kiseki Dear to me.

Funny punchline: “You only love me when you do me.” Cher to Boss in A boss and a babe. // Runner up: “We can continue as a throuple” Rando in Laws of attraction.

Erotic honorific: “Call me Hia Win. Hia Win.” In Between Us. // “Can you tell Nong Cher what your present is Phi Gun” or “Phi Jeng” for “The kinkification of Phi” in A boss and a Babe and Step by Step.

The category is ‘What is this?!! A 90’s Yaoi Manga ?!!”: Kim Jong Chan’s (Korean actor Kwon Hyuk) Yaoi hands holding his lover’s whole head in his palm as they kiss in The New employee. // Runner up: Cho Jun’s ( Ki Hyun Woo) in a an all-black suit in Jun & Jun.

The category is "Whew why was this so hot ?" : Charn obscenely rubbing Tinn's arm up and down while Tinn is trying to punch him in Laws of Attraction// Runner up : Jae Won manhandling Baby Mouse by the straps of his backpack in The eighth sense.

Best smile: First Kanaphan as Sand in Only Friends // Nat Chen and his dimple as Chen Yi in Kiseki Dear to me.

Unfathomable eyes: Pond Naravit and his under-eye mole in Never let me go EX AEQUO Net Siraphop in Bed Friend.

Favorite dream sequence: Baby Ye Chan’s first erotic dream in Love Tractor.

Favorite kiss (on the lips): Palmnueng last kiss on the beach in episode 12 of NLMG. It’s soft and super erotic, there’s a bit of tongue, a bit of teeth and they are both shivering like crazy. Pondphuwin killed it and the magnificent Thai scenery finished it// Runner up: Bostonnick against the wall at the back of the store. Surprisingly Nick was the aggressor but was still moaning loud as hell. Neomark punched me in the face with their chemistry and hunger. Give them a good show and let them kiss. A lot.

Favorite kiss (not on the lips). Nueng burying his face between Palm’s shoulder blades to kiss his tattoo in the finale of NLMG. // Ze Rui rubbing and kissing Zong Yi’s beauty mark every chance he gets in Kiseki dear to me.

Favorite sniff kiss (special Thailand): Uncle Jim inhaling Wen’s face in Moonlight Chicken. Possibly the most erotic sniff kiss I have ever seen, shout out to Earth. // Runner up: Winteam having a HEAVY ratio of sniff kisses in their make-outs in Between Us.

Favorite neck kiss: Bed Friend’s King is the BL best neck kisser, licker, biter ever. Net being shorter than James made this even more enjoyable. // Ray being obsessed with Sand’s neck in Only Friends.

Favorite make out: JengPat car make out in Step by Step. Whew. // Runner up: WinTeam locker room make out. Whew.

Favorite erotic moment: Win seducing Team and making sure he is sober, single, and horny while fogging up the room in Between Us. // Runner up: I feel you linger in the air oil massage than orgasm to the memories of said oil massage.

Favorite O scene: Songkhram and Ai making love in Destiny Seeker. Who knew 69ing could be so cute? // Runner up: Ritsu and Masumi, I quote “going at it like monkeys” in The end of the world with you. Ritsu was a fuckboy from space but also like, a Japanese sex God.

Favorite cuddles: Winteam. In bed. Every single scene in Between Us // King clinging to Uea, dead asleep in the crook of his neck in Bed Friend.

Favorite hug: Li Ming hugging a sobbing Heart in Moonlight Chicken.

Favorite tears: WinTeam devastating sobs after Win saves his boo from drowning.

Favorite lift off: Ai Di spending one third of the show being carried by Chen Yi. // Runner up: Joke carrying Zo like he is not also 6ft1 in Hidden Agenda.

Favorite food : Love Mate's orgasmic post sex burgers and fries in episode 04.

That's my too long list of 2023 favorites. Hope you enjoy. @absolutebl and all of you booes are welcome to use the categories you like, please tag me in your lists. To a very bisexual (AND VAMPIRIC) 2024 together.

Chica.

[sanguinesorcery]

There were storm clouds on the far horizon.

If Fariah was a more superstitious woman, she might have considered it a bad omen. But all it really signaled in her routine-addled mind at this point was that there would be more work to be done in the coming months. Days, even.

Monsoon season was nothing to sneeze at, the tropical tempests a constant battering of wind and waves and heavy pelting rain. Breakers would need to be checked periodically amid the storms, the lighthouses had a habit of falling off-time due to the heavy moisture grinding into the tracks and gears, seawalls watched with a diligent eye. Just imagining the reports from the Ring was making her head swim. Those would have to be bolstered and handled long before the swing of the typhoons hit...

She hefted an elegant sigh across her shoulders as she wished that the heavier storms would wait until after this mainland delegation had been set on the path back home. Otherwise, they would be holed on the archipelago for months. She had little idea how stable their monarchy's council actually was, she did not want to be held accountable for the collapse of a nation simply on account of the damned weather. There was no satisfaction in that...

"Are you ready to meet the ferry?"

Ildra's inquiry caused her Empress to turn from the window she had been standing in, watching the Imperial Guard on the parade grounds and the roiling stormhead far passed the statue of Shrayak, the first Ariad. How fitting that his great bronze maw, opened wide with fangs bared to the world in that violent show of defiance, looked like it was responsible for the distant weather. Like the clouds were clinging to his canines and spilling from his throat.

Because of course you would call the storms, that is your name...

Down below, she could see the passenger freighter Seraphim pulling into the Imperial docks on the Central Isle. It flew the standard of a mainland nation, one she had not seen before now. Eyrol had been given explicit instruction to let the other ferries take common passengers the prior week when the letters of introduction had first been received. He would not have other obligations to this task, and who better to ferry foreign dignitaries than the Imperial Admiral himself. They were always safe in his hands, his skill as captain and helmsman proving his title was not for show; there was competence behind the clout. None else would do.

"Yes, Ildra. Let us descend." Fariah's reply was short. Matter-of-fact. Something she was sure her Regent would approve of.

It was accompanied by the twinkling chime of metalwork and lightest ruffle of silken hems over the marble floor as the austere Imperial wafted in the direction of the docks. Ildra was not far behind, keeping time and stride with her Empress' progression through vaulted halls and chambers. Across the parade grounds to the stairs that lead from the lower palace complex to the docks.

The army of maids and attendants who were already waiting in line to accept their guests rivaled the numbers of the Imperial Guard who had arrived when news of the ferry had entered Imperial waters reached them. The latter turned to salute their arriving Imperial as she and her Regent arrived, hands over their hearts and bowing their heads from their shoulders before resuming their post.

Dockhands scrambled as soon as the ironclad swung into the harbor, performing a turn only Eyrol could have been capable of for the size and heft of the ship, a gearing down of the turbines audible to any and all in the vicinity. He'd used the tension of the water as a brake, splashing it up on the pier itself as it was displaced. There was shouting from the dockhands as they took the waves around their knees. It wasn't angry shouting, though; Sidhe were solid-footed when it came to water, owing to their continued seafaring nature. If anything, they sounded playful and amused with the results. The anchors were dropped, pulling and holding the ferry as stationary as possible while the water around it settled again, and the engines were set to idle.

As expected, Eyrol poked his head over the aft railing of the Seraphim, waving to the Imperial party below and receiving one back. His ears flicked forward to hear Fariah when she called up to him.

">>What can we expect with this one?<<"

Eyrol's face scrunched a moment while he tried to think on how to explain what he had observed the last three or so days on the trek home. ">>...He's ... interesting ... <<"

The answer merely furrowed her brow with thought. ">>...'Interesting', how. Exactly.<<" Before he could reply, she stared directly up into his eyes from the ground. ">>No surprises, Eyrol. I don't want another incident like Mani'yik...<<"

Such a point caused the Admiral's face to twist in a different way. One of mild regret. ">>Yeah, that was my fault, I'm sorry about that. So!<<" He continued when he'd straightened his back again to address the rest. ">>This one doesn't seem to be Like Him. He's just very active. Hard to keep contained, entertained, and I guess he's just very curious. About everything. ...Expect questions. Lots of them.<<"

">>Well ... good. Questions, I can handle. Violent declarations of marriage and then war after he is refused, I can't do again. We'll just have to be vigilant about the kinds of questions he asks.<<" Inwardly, Fariah sighed at this revelation. Curiosity was a good sign, most of the time.

">>I remind you this is highly unprofessional.<<" Ildra interjected from her place in front of her Imperial, standing at the threshold to the pier. ">>Our only saving grace here is that it's unlikely the delegation has someone who can speak Sidhe.<<"

Eyrol laughed some, mirroring his chuckling Empress. ">>Unlikely. But the mooring is done, I'll go get the gangplanks down.<<"

As he left to perform his final duties, Fariah laid her eyes into Ildra's back. ">>Nothing wrong with being prepared. You know better than anyone about preparedness.<<"

The Regent huffed a little at the playful admonishment. ">>Yes, well. Let's be ready, I need to herald you soon.<<"

A few moments were taken to move the silk around, making sure the fragrant wind flowing over the docks didn't displace the layers too much. A dust here, a tug there, a purposeful moving of a string of pearls or fine chains and gems there.

"Right. I think we are ready to go."

@askganondorftobadragmire || Starter Call

[ninibeingdelulu]

Mimicking his mannerisms ✧

Plot: You mimic your boyfriend’s mannerisms. @a-view-without-light-pollution

While Zack certainly appreciated your hilariously on-point impersonations of his trademark mannerisms - that cocky hair-tousle, gangly boyish gait, or exaggerated pout anytime you teased him - nothing melted his heart quite like catching you spontaneously mimicking his more tender quirks and phrases.

Like the way his gruff baritone took on that infinitely gentle, singsong cadence whenever addressing you with saccharine nicknames or pet names - not that the relentlessly upbeat SOLDIER would ever openly admit to deploying such shameless cheesiness.

Though your adorably squeaky falsetto crooning "Buckle up, buttercup!" or "C'mere and give daddy some sugar!" in that exaggerated, honey-dipped purr never failed to dissolve Zack into hysterics and bone-crushing embraces.

Arms winding snugly around your waist to yank you flush against his solid, muscular frame as he rained sloppy, smacking kisses over your giggling face.

"Damnit, baby! You always gotta go and make me weak in the knees like that?"

Zack would wheeze helplessly between laughing fits, idly stroking those tousled ebony spikes back from your flushed features. Utterly besotted by the way your eyes crinkled with pure, uninhibited joy and mischief in those private moments.

Of course, Zack being Zack - perhaps one of the most gloriously shameless, exuberant dorks to ever grace the planet - he simply couldn't resist leaning even further into the rampant sappiness by doubling down with his own revolting pet names and saccharine nothings.

Lavishing your beaming countenance in a monsoon of overly dramatic pecks, mwah-ing obnoxiously loudly to punctuate every sickly-sweet "Smoochie woochie!" or "Who's mamma's lil' angel-wangel?" in that utterly goofy falsetto.

A resonant timbre so achingly earnest and dripping with boyish charm, mirrored in the smitten gleam glittering within those mako irises.

And whenever you doubled over wheezing with laughter at Zack's antics, he wasted zero time joining you.

Wrestling his solid mass onto the floor beside you where you both sprawled in a giggling, squirming heap.

His achingly affectionate embrace enveloping you from behind as those skilled fingers promptly sought out all your most ticklish spots to amplify the shameless squeals and hiccuping guffaws filling the room.

Because for all the dauntless heroism and battle-tempered ferocity Zack Fair embodied as an elite SOLDIER operative, nobody on this entire godforsaken planet packed a sunnier, softer disposition behind closed doors.

That singularly warm and nurturing spirit effortlessly cutting through any tension or strife with unrelenting, boundless radiance.

Until your ribs positively ached and faces flushed scarlet from breathless exertion, finally collapsing in a languid, sweaty sprawl tangled together on the living room floor.

Both pairs of eyes alight with adoration and contentment at sharing this childlike, carefree bliss - a welcome reprieve from the crushing stakes awaiting beyond your humble sanctuary's walls.

Needing nothing more than each other's tender, steadfast affection to weather any storm swept their way.

Even if demonstrated through yet another round of cheeky impressions and doting squishes of those perpetually boyish cheeks you adored smothering in kisses.

[raevenlywrites]

I had a dream last night I was stuck in a timeloop - from multiple POVs. There were like, four or five of us, all stuck in this same time loop, all convinced we were the only ones. Big Polycule vibes. Each daily reset I'd spend the day in a different POV, convinced it was just me, skulking around so that I wouldn't be seen and cause some kind of paradox somehow.

We were trying to save each other from something, I don't remember what. But as the timeloop went on and it rained all day for day after day after day, it became increasingly clear that our apartment building was going to collapse. Our terrain was not built for a timeloop induced monsoon season. So in an act of desperation, one of us wrote a message, a last ditch attempt to maybe get into someone's subconscious and get them out of the apartment for the day. A declaration of love, a final farewell.

I reset and jump POVs and I see the message.

Somehow now, we all know this is the final night. Tonight we save all ourselves or die trying. The building collapses at midnight.

I don't know how it ends bc that's how dreams do, but I woke up with the sense that the message was: this is why we talk to people about our problems. If we (I) had talked to each other (all somehow myself????) we could have gotten out of the loop much sooner. No structural damage. No threat of falling buildings at midnight. People see you and hear you no matter how much you try to skulk about not being a burden. It takes a polycule to stop a monsoon.

Anyways dreams are weird but I'm still really taken with the idea of a multi-POV timeloop story I think that's neat

[mckitterick]

Record heat is killing saguaro cactus

Record-high temperatures, combined with a lack of seasonal monsoons, are killing Arizona's famous saguaro. Phoenix just saw 115°F (46°C), continuing a streak of temperatures over 110°F degrees for 28 consecutive days.

Stressed by extreme weather and lack of water, saguaro can begin to rot from the inside and eventually lose limbs or collapse. Saguaros are beautifully adapted to heat and aridity, but they have their limits.

At night, saguaro normally open their stomata, or pores, and carry out a gas exchange where they take in the carbon dioxide they need to photosynthesize during the day. But Phoenix's record-high heat is suffocating and stressing out the saguaros, dehydrating them and making them more susceptible to infections and insects.

Phoenix is one of nine US cities where at least 1 million people live in neighborhoods that reach 8° higher temperatures than surrounding areas. Tucson, where temperatures are slightly lower but still over 100°F, isn’t seeing the same distress in local saguaros because they aren't suffering the added “heat island” effect of Phoenix plants.

When plants especially evolved to thrive in desert conditions are dying because of the heat, we have a problem.

[zanniscaramouche]

If My Heart Was Mine

One by one they returned to him. From the depths of a raging ocean he’d found Harry, not a ripple of  disturbance visible on the surface of the boy who used to be a monsoon. Niall whirled in the wind and a charge in the air, his presence translucent and as prone to whim as his judgment. And despite the biting scorch of Louis’s combustible anger, his temperamental flame still held warmth.

The four of them together after decades of separation should have been grounding, and yet Liam felt like a cave on the brink of collapse, a hollow ache echoing deep through his foundation where a fifth element should have been.

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OR: Four immortal boys on a  cross-country quest to save the world, but first they have to figure out  how to save themselves.

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OT4 - Elemental Magic - 57k - Complete soundtrack Ao3

[onemeangreenbean]

Anything Ch 1

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering  and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of  “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: violence, gore, murder (maybe), eventual smut, panic attacks, honestly my brain has stopped but promise each chapter with have individual warnings!

WORDCOUNT: 2,826 words

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Wynter knew that she shouldn’t do it, but as she laid there in her tiny apartment she saw no other option. The poison from that bitch, Jiyeon, was fast acting and no one was coming to save her. Her own family on the other side of the world, why did she have to be so fucking stubborn. Something had felt off the whole day, from the time she woke up, through her shift at the bookstore. It was so off that she called her mommy and asked her what to do. “Baby, you know what to do,” her mommy sighed. “Do an egg cleansing when you get home and tell me what it says.” 

Wynter never made it that far cause as soon as she walked in the door, her body all but collapsed on the floor. It was late at night and her apartment was pitch black, not even the moon shone through the heavy storm clouds. Water dripped off her curly hair and onto the floor as she tried to get her body to move. 

She tried to breathe through the liquid fire running through her veins, making its way towards her brain. Gathering enough strength she started clawing her way across the floor, Wynter, reached up on her altar and grabbed the athame. “Fuck,” Wynter mummered more to herself than anyone. Tightening her trembling hold on the dagger she dug the blade into her wrist. It stung but it hurt considerably less then what was going on in the rest of her body. 

How she had gotten herself into this predicament was beyond her, but she knew that if she got out of it she was going to make Jiyeon’s life a living hell. She hadn’t been in South Korea long and thought she had made a friend, which for Wynter was an accomplishment. Apparently, she had not made a friend. All she could picture was Jiyeon’s smiling face as she spoke to Wynter earlier that day about a spell she was excited about. 

Rain pittered against the window as the monsoon progressively got worse outside. Wynter’s summoning circle was rudimentary, but with the way her body was beginning to give out it was the best she was going to get. As she chanted the invocation all she could do was hope that whatever demon came through was one of the good ones, or at the very least neutral. The air began to feel heavier as Wynter continued her chanting, stumbling over the Korean words as she tried to remain conscious. Rolling over onto her back she made sure to keep one hand in the circle, in order to maintain the connection.

The poison had made its way up to her chest constricting it to the point where all Wynter could do was gasp out the words. Her throat constricting; closing in on itself, her head pounding. She could feel the blood being pushed out of her orifices. Tears of red running down her face, as the taste of iron coated her mouth. It isn’t going to work. The heaviness in the air remained and wind began circling her, but no one appeared. If they were going to come they would’ve been here already. Wynter’s vision began to flicker in and out, blackness closing in around her. 

“What do you want?” a deep voice growled above her. Her flickering gaze met a figure peering down at her. 

“Please. Save. Me.” Wynter gasped out each word. 

Yoongi crouched down in front of her. His black eyes drinking in her form on the brink of death. Very rarely was he called upon; never was it to save someone; never was it by a foreigner. Her brown skin was ashen and her eyes unfocused as her cloths clung to her sweat covered body. “What’s in it for me if I do save you?” He moved a curl out of her face so he could see her better. 

Wynter’s brain tried in vain to form a coherent sentence, but all she could manage to squeak out was, “Anything.”  Though the man was merely a pale blob in front of her now she tried to convey what she meant through her eyes. That she would give this demon anything, within reason, he wanted if he would just save her. 

Normally, Yoongi, would leave her to die and go back home, though home was a loose interpretation, but as he threw a quick glance around her tiny home he could tell that she was powerful– it had took him longer than he liked to break through her protection wards and he was invited– and with the shit he got himself into he could use her later on. So with that in mind smirking down at her passed out form, Yoongi decided to save this strange witch. 

Wynter’s body ached as she tried to get more comfortable in the softness of her bed. Her limbs felt as though someone had tried to rip them off of her body. A strange dream played in her head of her dying, and a demon saving her. She would have to ask her Nana about it when she got a chance. A demon! It would be a cold day in hell before her black ass called on a demon for help. “You’re awfully ungrateful for someone who was basically dead less than 5 hours ago,” a calm voice said from beside her. 

Her eyes flew open and landed on the face of a man directly in front of her. An attractive man, but a strange man nonetheless. Dressed in all black his cat like eyes watched her with an expressionless face; black hair falling perfectly just under his brows. He looked like he could use a day out in the sun but that was the least of Wynter’s problems at the moment.

 The man was sitting beside her bed like he had been watching her sleep. She tried not to let her mind linger on the fact that she was in her sleep shorts and a t-shirt, when she had been in her work cloths when she got home, which only meant one thing…Wynter’s stomach rolled and she rushed out of bed and into the bathroom slamming the door behind her. As she emptied her stomach contents out she tried to understand what was happening. Once she was done she looked down at the black liquid that filled the toilet, a death curse, and a nasty one at that. What the fuck. She rinsed her mouth out and splashed cold water on her face and neck trying to calm down. No no no no, she would never summon a demon. Not only was it forbidden to use dark magic, but also her mommy was going to kill her. 

“Sorry to break the news to you but you did, in fact, summon a demon.” The deep voice had the nerve to sound amused that Wynter was going through a moral crisis. A crisis that was shaking the very foundation of her practice! She stared at her reflection trying to come up with a game plan. It seemed as though her bronze skin had regained some of its color, but her hair was a mess. She tugged and manipulated her curls until they sat in a puff on top of her head. Wynter couldn’t have summoned a demon, for all intents and purposes a demon shouldn’t have even been able to get past her protection wards, unless…..FUCK! She did summon it but she literally had nothing to offer the thing. 

Yoongi was waiting  as patiently as he could on the other side of the bathroom door, trying his best to keep up with the flurry of unfamiliar words racing through her head. He was beginning to get highly annoyed– not only at himself for not being able to understand her thoughts, but also at her for making him wait– when the door ripped open and she was standing in front of him. Her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “What did I offer you?”  Her large brown eyes looked up at him as she tried to read his expression, which much to her dismay was cold and distant. 

“Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

They stared at each other silently as Wynter tried to process what he had just said, why would she offer something so stupid. “Would you like some coffee?” The question shocked Yoongi as much as it did Wynter, but she needed caffeine if she was going to figure out this pile of shit she, no correction, Jiyeon, had gotten her into. 

Wynter walked off before Yoongi could answer, leaving him to question if he had heard her correctly or not. When he saw her preparing the coffee and taking down two mugs from the cabinet, he made his way over to the counter.  For the most part she prepared the coffee in silence before handing him a mug with some cartoon character on it. Yoongi stared down into the steaming coffee, trying to remember the last time he had an actual drink. He studied her profile as she looked out the kitchen window and at the city while she sipped her coffee. The dull pink hues of the sunrise painted her skin a pretty shade of brown, a shade that Yoongi was having a hard time pinning down. Her hair up in a bun with her dark  curls spilling out every which way; her full lips perched on the rim of the mug in contemplation. 

Wynter turned towards the demon in her studio apartment and took in a deep breath as she tried to steady her thoughts. She wasn’t expecting to be met with his feline-like eyes intensely staring at her. His black hair falling into his face as he cocked his head to the side, unabashedly, studying her. Wynter’s gaze flickered slightly over to the vertical scar going across his eye. His black t-shirt and pants contrasting nicely on his pale skin. Wynter cleared her throat and looked away as she tried to remember what she was going to say. “Since I was stupid enough to offer you anything, what do you want?” 

It was the question that had been swirling around in her head since he had first told Wynter what she offered him. He could probably ask for the most ridiculous thing and Wynter would be beholden to give it to him. Yoongi took a sip of his coffee as he pondered his answer. He hummed in appreciation at the taste. He needed her for the power she could give him and while he could very easily ask for that, it was a power he had absolutely no knowledge of and therefore was useless in his hands. So, he asked for the only thing he could, “Your soul.” 

The tension in a tiny kitchen weighed heavy on Wynter as she tried to process what he had just asked. Her soul? A laugh escaped from her lips before she could stop it. To be quite honest she didn’t even know why she was laughing beside it being some sort of fucked up trauma response. Yoongi just stared at her, his eyes widened slightly in disbelief. “I’m sorry. Did I say something funny?” 

Wynter’s  laugh died down to a chuckle as she tried to hold it in seeing Yoongi’s face start to contort at her sheer audacity. “I’m sorry for laughing. I just don’t know how to respond to that. I mean a demon asking for my soul, while wildly disconcerting, is also very cliche don’t you think?” The fact that this was even happening at all was one for the books to Wynter, but at this point all she could do was accept it and go with the flow. She had no doubt that she could probably find a loophole somewhere but now wasn’t the time for it. 

“Cliche? You think my request for payment for saving your little life is cliche?”  Yoongi slammed the mug down on the counter causing a small crack to appear. At that she stopped laughing, a sound that Yoongi instantly missed but pushed to the back of his mind. “The only reason I asked for you pitiful soul is because it’s more beneficial to enslave you for all entirety instead of snuffing out your pathetic life for your power.” Yoongi stalked towards her until her back hit the counter. Her eyes wide as she stared back up at him, the smallest flicker of fear dancing in them. 

“When would you like payment?” Her voice wobbled a bit as she tried to check her own fear. Wynter honestly didn’t mean to laugh but with the absurdity of the whole situation it was her body's only response. Here she was after being cursed in the middle of her small studio apartment kitchen with a demon telling her he wanted her soul. Absurd! 

“5 years.” Yoongi’s voice had leveled back out to a tone of calm indifference. His face as apathetic as before. 

“That’s an oddly specific time to wait,” Wynter scoffed, crossing her arms. “Why not just collect now?”

“Would you rather me collect it now?”

“No. I’d rather you collect it never, but I’m just wondering why the time frame?” Wynter knew that demons only took long term contracts when something big was in it for them, and they never turned down an easy payday, such as a one time request. 

Yoongi closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Her questions were as aggravating as her small attitude, but he could see that she wasn’t going to move on from the topic. “Who the fuck complains that they’re given more time to keep their soul?” 

“I’m not–”

“You are. Quite honestly you have a spiritual gift I have never seen before and I want it, but it’s not fully developed yet. I need time to cultivate it; to bring it, and in turn you, up to its full potential.” Yoongi waited for a response but she kind of just stood there with a dumbfounded look on her pretty face. 

“So,” she took a deep breath and quirked an eyebrow. “You want to mentor me for 5 years and then basically make me work for you for all eternity?” Wynter spoke slowly in order to make sure she was getting all the facts of the situation correct. How did he even know what her gift was, let alone that she was trying to perfect it? On top of that, what the hell could he even want it for? 

“Basically. Now are we done playing 20 questions?” He scratched the side of his face as he averted his gaze. Yoongi didn’t realize how close he had gotten to her, barely a finger width apart. She looked up at him with an unreadable look in her doe eyes, her breathing deep and slow like she was trying to calm down. 

Which for the most part Wynter was cause she could feel the demonic energy rolling off of him in waves and she was having problems deflecting it since he was so close. Normally, she would just tell him to back up, but he had pushed her into the corner of her L-shape counter and he frankly terrified her. He wasn’t even looking at her and he terrified her. He had such a calmness about him that it was eerie, like he was actively maintaining control over himself at all times, and her Granny always told her to be wary of those types of folks. Wynter opted to clear her throat to continue, “So, I’ll see you in 5 years then?”

Yoongi whipped his head back to lock eyes with her once again. Smirking, he placed his hand on either side of her body on the counter and leaned in. His face merely inches from hers, “Gongjunim, do you think I’m really going to leave you alone after someone just tried to kill you. You’re stuck with me for the next 5 years so I can protect my investment.” Her pulse point beating erratically on her neck was Yoongi’s only indication that she was nervous. 

“O-okay. Um, last question then.” Wynter’s mind raced as she tried to gather her wits about her. Her mind had made the executive decision to stop working when he called her gongjunim and leaned in. She didn’t know what gongjunim meant but whatever it sounded like it meant made her heart flutter and quite honestly, fuck that. So she wetted her dry lips,  sucked in a shaky breath and let out a stable one, not missing the way that his dark gaze drifted to her lips before coming back up. “Since you are staying, do you mind telling me your name? It seems stupid to have to refer to you a “the demon” or “you” for 5 years.” 

Yoongi chuckled and pulled away from her, finally giving her some breathing room. “Yoongi. Yours?”

“Wynter.”

[chaerssss]

-ˋˏ [When love lasts] ˎˊ

Pairings:- Choi Beomgyu x Female reader

Synopsis:- Growing up with a friend group was a blessing in a prestigious school. It also contributed to your love life. Everyone went on their own ways, but that one person still resides in your heart. So, what would you do if he showed up again as your neighbour?

Genre:- Friends to lovers, Rom-Com, fluff, more fluff and more fluff, TXT x Itzy friend group.

Type:- Oneshot

Words:- 20k

"And did you know that the proletariat – were to organise themselves into a politically revolutionary movement to counter the exploitative and unequal effects of capitalism, which were accelerated and expanded by the industrial revolution. This vision of a potential link between the-"

Gosh, you shouldn't have trusted your alcoholic acquaintance who tends to refer to you as a 'friend' for a blind date. It'd be a miracle if she, herself managed to find the right guy. The moment you sat on the table, which by the way was reserved by you, he has been talking non-stop about some guy named Marx and his good deeds. You did not study English literature as a major for this.

But how could you stop him? You had absolutely no idea. One part of you wanted to just walk out and the other felt sympathetic towards this lonely guy who wanted to share information about his interests. No wonder you never had a boyfriend. Your palms held your chin as you tried your best to look focused but who were you kidding, even if you did pay mind to him he wasn't going to accept you.

What a waste of day. "He looked cute though." You mumbled while walking down the streets to your beloved apartment. The sky was clear but you were suspicious of the rain as it was monsoon already. You loved rain. Even if you were given a lifetime to describe the happiness you felt when you saw the droplets falling from the sky, you don't think you could. All you needed was a person who made you feel just as happy. And there was someone, during your high school days. God, the things you'd do just to live those times once again.

You reached your apartment and saw a truck full of furniture and then realised, the people living next to your apartment had left a week ago. New family might be moving in. Reaching the elevator, you pressed the button for 8th floor. The doors of the lift had started to close when a hand stopped their convergence.

You gazed up to find a a blond head hunching down, panting. As he straightened his posture, you met a familiar face. It was difficult to figure out the person when his body was bowed but now it's very clear. "I'm sorry I got late-" he stopped in between, reflecting the same expression on your face. Eyes wide, jaw about to fall off and eyebrows raised up. He had froze in his place.

There was no way you would be in the same lift as this man so with courage you moved your feet and began clicking the close button recklessly while maintaining the eye contact. The people passing you guys were quite surprised and some even laughed thinking your misery was comical. But he didn't even move until the doors to the elevator closed and you finally let out a sigh of relief.

Your knees felt so weak, you almost collapsed if it wasn't for the lift wall behind you. "What the hell is he doing here?"

Wobbling you managed to reach your apartment. Your head completely immersed in Choi Beomgyu. Did he perhaps know where I live? Is he here for me? No that's can't be...and just as you take your keys out, your eyes fall on the empty apartment next to you. A man entered from the lift with a few boxes and went into next door. You bit your lip out of curiosity, wanting to know who was the person moving in.

"Excuse me?" You called out for the man who now came out, "Yes?", stepping closer, "Um, do you have any idea of what kind of people are moving here?"

"What does that mean?" He questioned because of the absurdity and finds your eyes trying to search something inside the apartment. "Just tell me, is it a family?"

"No..it's a fine young man. Somewhere around 22 to 24."

The man revealed and your eyes automatically grew wide. Your highschool crush was moving next to you. Oh, holy land, open yourself and bury me in, save me from the embarassment. Even though it had been 5 years, you had grown beautifully from a teenager to an adult, you still didn't have the guts to face him and you have no idea why.

So lost in thought and fear you didn't notice the man leave. The lift dinged once again and you ran for your life because what if it was Beomgyu? You tried hiding your face with hair and went near your apartment door. But the series of unfortunate events had just started. Your keys disappeared. One moment they were hanging in your fingers and now they're gone.

On top of that, you have no idea if Beomgyu ever came upstairs. So what if you turned around and met with him...again?!? No no, you mustn't turn. You mumbled to yourself and tried finding the keys somewhere. For a second you thought of just walking out of there but then what if you saw him downstairs. Ugh, so frustrating.

As you're frowning and cursing your life, a hand pats you shoulder. You turn around, and your eyes once again expand. It was the person you had been trying to avoid this whole time.

"Looking for these?" He said as he held the keys in hands and shook them, creating sounds because of the pearl keychain attached to them. You froze. You and no idea what to say or do. Beomgyu chuckled at your round eyes, "Why are you so shocked? Hm?" He leaned in which only made you back up, "Don't you remember me, y/n?"

His soft voice let your name out and it sent goosebumps to your skin. 5 years, and yet this man has you under his control. But how could you not react to him? His beautiful brown eyes that reminded you of the nature, the mountains and the other times, looked like warm coffee cups. And his soft features, a spectacular high bridged nose you always wanted to caress. But most of all, his hair..that gracefully complimented his face.

"Y/n?" You snapped out of your thoughts, "I do.." you mumbled. How could I forget you? He smirked, "Guess, you'll have to keep up with me a few years more." He said straightening himself, lost in his eyes you didn't realise your jaw was wide open. And he was staring right back. You could just get lost, drown in his mesmerizing eyes.

Just at the right time your phone rang and saved you from the embarassment of falling right there and then because your legs were literally so weak at this point. You just walked away without saying anything because what could you have said? And then realised you forgot the keys! So you walk back and extend your palm, Beomgyu automatically places the keys in your hand and you awkwardly walk back.

He watches you walk back and it brought back so many memories. Especially the one, during graduation, you were walking back to your house. His hand extended to stop you...but couldn't. A lot of things were left unsaid. Who knew years later, universe would grant him another opportunity. He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles, and disappears into his new apartment.

Meanwhile you shut the door close, leaving a sigh of relief. You pick up your phone that had been ringing this whole time, you never thought changing your ringtone to your favourite love song would turn out this way. "Hello?"

"Choi Beomgyu, your first love is shifting to where you live!" You hear Yeji blurting out through the phone. "How do you know that?!" You yell. "He posted a few pictures on his insta and i recognised the building behind."

"Yeji you could've told this to me like 10 minutes ago?"

"Oh my god! You already met him didn't you?" Yeji predicted right away and it has you pinching your nose bridge in frustration, "Yes, I did Yeji. And I swear to god I've never been this tongue tied. If you were with me you would have gotten second hand embarassment." You say as you plop yourself on the bed. "Wow...that sounds really bad." Yeji sighed and you can't really imagine how you would live with your childhood crush right next door. "How stuck up could I be... Shouldn't I be over it?" You brought up. You should be. You thought to yourself. "It's been five years already. I've never dated anyone because...all of them...they weren't him."

"Our sweet, childish y/n-ah!" Yeji cooes, "it's fate. You were given another chance by the universe. If you truly love him, don't let it go to waste."

A few hours later you decided to leave your room and try striking a conversation with Beomgyu. And, apologize for your behaviour. You stood in front of his door, still debating if you should knock or not. Deciding twice that you should just run away. But Yeji's words echoed in your head and you took a deep breath, shut your eyes and just knocked.

The door opened, "oh hey y/n.." oh God, why, why do you have to be so magnificently gorgeous that every time you show up I forget how to talk. "Uh..um.." you cleared your throat, "Do you need any help?"

"Yeah...i'd appreciate it."

Deep down you hoped he'd say 'no actually' so you won't have to face him but guess the universe has a plan. You stepped inside his apartment, the same architecture as yours but it looked empty because nothing was in its place.

Beomgyu hadn't unpacked the things. The walls were devoid of any paint, just a plain white colour. How did the previous family even live here? You wondered. The boxes were still scattered around. Your eyes went everywhere and you spotted a similar cover. It was Beomgyu's guitar! He still plays it.

"I'm sorry, The place is a mess right now." Beomgyu said as he moved a few boxes aside. "No that's alright. I can help you with that." You also joined the latter in seperating the cartons. "We should eat something first. I'm ordering chicken, you in?" He asked and you wanted to say yes but will it be alright? He's already having trouble with the setting if you said yes he would have more trouble plus-

"I'll take that as a yes."

Now you were sitting on the floor, eating chicken with your crush. "I'm thinking of painting these walls before setting everything." He chatted. You nod your head, taking a piece of chicken, "That's a really great idea. It'd give more character to this place. Plus, you can add wallpapers too. Have you chosen any colours?" You spoke, realising you said a little too much.

Beomgyu chuckled, "You're still the same y/n..." You observed the way his hair fell perfectly on his face, how his eyes turned into crescents, because of you. "What have you been doing though?" He questioned and you told him about your interest in literature. "Woah...so like you read old books?" You snort, "Something like that. To be honest, i chose this major just so I could read Romeo and Juliet." You went on and on about your fascination with love stories.

Beomgyu on the other hand, observed your face that morphed into so many expressions, trying to explain something about Shakespear. But he didn't get a word of what you said yet could listen to you talk forever. Because you're so happy. "Y/n..", he won't let you go this time, "Would you like to paint these walls tomorrow?"

You stare at the empty walls, your mind running with creative thoughts. Maybe we should pair stars here or much better the universe! That's a bit much...

"What's your pretty little head thinking?" Your over the top ideas are interuppted by Beomgyu. "Nothing, just thinking...what would you like to have here?" You questioned in hopes for an answer but instead you feel a his fingers tugging a few lose hair strands behind your ear, "Anything you want..." He mumbled.

Oh boy, why would he do that? Does he even know the impact he has on you? You were sure your face would turn into a tomato, so you immediately open up a window to let the fresh air slap your face into reality.

"I've got the 7 crucial colours, if we need more we can mix them up to make new ones. And..I have put all the different types of brush there." Beomgyu informed and you were already in your focus mode.

You decided on beige, brown and white as a colour theme. With black doodles of moons, stars and quite possibly a few leaves. Throughout the day you were painting wearing one of your extra large lavender t-shirt and shorts. Beomgyu had something similar, and yet looked like a model.

You were working hard and so was Beomgyu. Honestly, it felt refreshing and you thought it wouldn't hurt to decorate your house yourself. The living room was huge and this would take a day to paint.

You would glance at Beomgyu time to time. Watching him concentrate on his painting, his eyebrows furrowed together and hands carefully giving details. Or you'd basically gawk at his side profile as he stood near the window, the sunshine radiating his sculpted face. Never in a thousand lifetimes you would've thought of spending time with your crush. Dreams and imaginations were different but actually hoping for it and living it.

This seemed like the perfect time to be grateful.

To make it more fun, Beomgyu would threaten to smear the paint on your face and you'd tap his nose with your already paint stained finger. He ran behind you in hopes of catching you but you jumped up the plastic covered couch and Beomgyu stayed behind the line of cartons. You poked your tongue out and teased him neglecting his height. One step and he was already with you on the couch, standing tall.

The proximity was a little too close, he leaned down and you could feel his hot breath. He met your eye level and stared at you for a while which fumbled up your insides. He took that as a chance and swiped the paint brush on your cheek. Or when he messed up his painting and you came to the rescue with paint and other tools. You didn't even realise how fast the time flew.

You started at around 9 AM and it was already 2. Which meant lunch, your stomach was killing you because of the starvation. You suggested to eat lunch at a restaurant nearby, thinking it'd only help him get to know the neighborhood more. In seconds you were off to take a shower and change clothes.

"This neighborhood is cozy..." Beomgyu affirmed, sitting under the huge umbrella of an outdoor restaurant. "This is one of my favourite places. It reminds me so much of home." You say taking a sip of your bubble tea. "Yeah... It sure is nostalgic." He whispered and smiled, "Do you remember back in highschool when all of us bunked class and in the market bumped into Mr Kim who was on a leave from the school?" Your eyes became wide as you recalled the memory of being caught by a teacher, "the first one he spotted was soobin because of his height, so all of us ran for our lives." You laughed and Beomgyu mirrored your reaction. "Those were good times..."

"Are you in touch with the squad?" You asked, "yes, with the boys I still am. What about you?" "The girls, although I lost yuna's number!" A sudden silence fell among you, both of you ran out of words. The wind picked it's pace as well. Your hair danced with the wind and Beomgyu watched you, 'so pretty..'

"How come you're back here? I mean during highschool you wanted to move to USA.."

"I did. I even enrolled in a band but, I just thought that it won't suit me. So I came back where I belonged."

You nodded. A band huh? He was already talented. Being with him, many memories came back to you. Even the ones that weren't all sunshine and daisies. You remember the girls used to be all over him back then. Giving him loads of gifts during valentine's day, or his birthday. So many confession cards and homemade chocolates. It irked you so much yet you couldn't tell him how you truly felt.

Maybe it was the fear of rejection or you didn't want to ruin your friendship.

"So, anything new happened in your life?" This time Beomgyu took the liberty to question. You smiled a little, hoping there was something different in your life, you shook your head, "Not really, it's been the same for as long as I can remember. Just a few tiny changes." You sighed, "oh but you entering my life again, is something new and...exciting."

A smirk shows up on the latter's face, "I'll make sure to make it very thrilling." And you aren't sure why but it made you feel things. You inhaled sharply at his words and took a sip of the drink. Observing his appearance, you realised his hair colour had changed, "You changed your hair colour..was this for the band?" Your eyes lurk around his locks.

"Yeah...and they're shorter." He glanced at you, "Everything about you is the same though.." and it felt as though the time stopped and everyone around you disappeared, only his voice echoed loud and clear, "Your hair, your round eyes, and your silly reactions.." a chuckle escaped through his lips, "Especially when you scrunch your nose, it's..."

His eyes lock with yours, "It's adorable.."

This moment, is like a treasure for you. Because these words make your heart pound so fast, it's as though all your imaginations are coming true. Your stomach is performing gymnastics at this point. And you just can't take your eyes off of him. Maybe he doesn't even mean those words but oh, how can he always win a smile from you?

Just like this, days flew by. Feelings wouldn't stop blooming, it was if they were growing day by day, second by second. Beomgyu's apartment had been decorated, all thanks to your creativity and both of your hardwork. You added little paintings, fairy lights, posters. The shopping was a little crazy though.

Beomgyu sitting in the shopping cart and holding everything you threw in it. He was like a baby in his pram and you were pushing it around the aisle. Or when he told you to film him doing a cartwheel but instead what you got in the video was him falling over a rack and completely destroying it, making loud noises in the dead silent store. And you just quietly walked away.

You still have that video and you're sure you'll use it to your advantage. You were getting used to this. Him being by your side all the time. When you woke up, the first thing you did was knock on his door to wake him up or bring him delicious breakfast that you would eat together in his room, on the floor. Coming back from your university, but stopping by to get some honey rice cakes because Beomgyu loved them.

It was all becoming normal.

The latter was in somewhat of a same situation...or maybe worse. He never understood why his heart took a stride whenever you were near. Why he wanted to pat your head or hug you close. Heck, he almost did hug you but...would that have been right? He can't help but wonder you might have someone for yourself too right? You were not so stuck up like him...still in his past, and refusing to date anyone else.

All he wanted, was to be with you for the rest of his life.

After a long and tiring day at uni, you decide to cook yourself a warm meal and eat it in the silence of your cozy apartment. You sit by the window, slurping your ramen and gazing outside. Trying to get rid of these thoughts. You guessed it right... thoughts of Choi Beomgyu.

As much as you loved being by his side, you were afraid. In fact, you were terrified of getting your heart broken. What if he already had a love interest? You would be coming between them. What if he saw you as just a friend and not someone he can spend his entire life with?

Your lips leave a scoff and you mumble, "Of course he doesn't feel that way..." Despite his teasing and cheesy lines that sent a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, you tried not to feel too attached to it. To him.

Because what if, the cupid hadn't hit the both of you?

A pat sound makes your ear perk up, your eyes are wide, in hopes, looking out the window and you flinch when a droplet falls over the glass. In seconds the rain pick up it's pace and it was showering. The wind guiding the droplets.

You leaned back in your chair and shut your eyes, relieving a sigh. The sound of the rain. It's peaceful isn't it? Your eyes open to look out in the empty, wet streets. Not one single person in sight. A few vehicles occassionally passing by. The humidity increased and it made the windows a little foggy.

You raised your finger and drew a heart on the stained window. A little while later, when the rain slowed down, a figure appeared in the street, familiar. It was beomgyu, with his skateboard.

It's dangerous, but he has always done it on the day it rains and you fail to understand everytime. Your mind wanders off to when in school, the boys used to either bring roller skates or steel scooters. Beomgyu brought his skateboard.

Just like any other person in love, you used to watch him from the second floor. He was your world. A world you weren't sure you'd achieve.

And so the Déja vú brings goosebumps on your skin. Your eyes softening as your elbow supports your chin and you look at him with hearts as your pupils. "Cookie..." You remember the nickname you used to call him, "I love you.." you whisper, something you may not be able to tell him face to face.

As you're enjoying the view, the lights around you go off. It's the power cut. You get up from your chair to pick an umbrella from the stand and storm out locking your door.

Beomgyu puts his foot on the skate and uses the other to drag it, successfully balancing himslef and skates as the cold air splashes his face. The smell of the rain filled his aroma and he closed his eyes. Although, stopping in between, his hair now drenched in water as wells as his clothes.

A shiver ran down his spine as another gush of wind passes by, he opens his eyes as the feeling of droplets on his skin had stopped. "You'll catch a cold..." He heard you say, as you protect both of you with the rain. Looking wonderful as ever. Eyebrows furrowed in worry, hair flying with the wind. How desperately he just wants to embrace you right now.

"Beomgyu?"

"Call me cookie y/n...like you used to."

The thunder struck just at the right time and rain had gotten much worse. None of it affects you, how could it? When the man standing in front of you looked unreal. As much as you'd like to keep your mind out of the lovesickness, you can't. What does he possibly mean 'call me cookie'? There you go, your mind is running in spirals.

The street lights had turned on, the sun had dipped down the horizon already and because of the clouds, the sky was dark. The thunder randomly decided to scare you a few times which gave Beomgyu a chance to laugh.

Under the same umbrella, walking down the wet streets during the rain. Magical.

"I remember you skating in the school grounds, usually when it poured..." Your head down low because you knew he'd understand you used to watch him a little too often. "Yeah.." you feel his gaze on you, "and i saw you on the second floor everytime it rained."

His memory collection made your heart skip a beat. He remembers. "I know you love rain..." He whispers. "Then, can you grant me a wish?" You said fiddling with your fingers, not having any idea if asking the question was alright..or if he'd say yes.

"I'm willing to fulfill your every wish..."

Oh god. Why must you.

You stopped and faced him, his gentle eyes were on you, a few droplets falling from his wet hair. You drop the umbrella and extend your hand, "Care to join me?" A smile decorating your lips when he held yours. It sent a feeling of million fireworks on your skin, more like an electric shock.

His hand sneaked around your waist as he pulled you closed, enough for his nose to be beside your head and you felt his hot breath on your neck. Your eyes now found interest in the ground, because you knew your face was scarlet by now.

"Y/n..look at me." he whispered your name in a deep voice and on god you felt you'd faint. Slowly, having courage you looked at him, and his eyes unlike before were more focused on you and had glint of something, you can't point it.

His hands clasped with yours, while looking straight into your eyes. He brought your hands up till your shoulders and gave them a brief glance, looking right back at you and you can't predict what's about to happen.

"I.." he hesitated, as if thinking something through but still being reckless, "I want a lifetime with you."

You hear him say loud and clear. The raindrops that you felt on yourself were being forgotten, the sound of the rain faded away and the only person you could see was him. The moment couldn't have been more perfect. Five years, and everything worked out in the end.

And you were already pulling him into a kiss. Your hands on his cheeks and your lips on his. The kind of kiss, where none of your lips moved but just stayed there, getting used to the feeling. Gradually, Beomgyu made the kiss much better, and much messier.

Albeit the cold atmosphere you felt like you were burning. Once the kiss broke, you adjoined your forehead with his, his hands placed at your waist, "you're mine.."

"Y/n...I love you."

With a deep breath, you mumbled, "I love you too."

What a moment it was. Hearts beating fast, skin adorned with goosebumps, and lips swollen with kisses. You couldn't believe it was finally happening.

As you're relationship continued, beomgyu became even bolder. Kissing you outside your apartment where you both could get caught or backing you up against a wall and gracing your neck with red spots. And how could you forget the countless times he made you miss uni just because he wanted more cuddles.

From listening to him sing as he played his guitar to going on dates and sharing everything. His clothes, his food, his room, his bed...

Oh and when you told your friends your relationship status, their faces would be engraved in your brain.

Soobin and Taehyun's wide jaw while Kai and Yuna decided to give background laughter, Lia choked on her water and Yeonjun declared his crush on you which led Beomgyu and Yeonjun to argue playfully. Chaeryeong zoned out as usual and Ryujin looked unbothered while Yeji was bawling due to the happiness.

"Come on don't be embarrassed!" Beomgyu continued to try and convince you to sit behind him on the cycle, "... Are you sure?" You still checked because it was too much. A bicycle, it's so romantic. God, this is the fun of being all vintage. A cycle ride.

Beomgyu really was perfect. He predicted all your wishes and like an angel helped in making them come true. Like the dance in the rain, a trip to Paris, getting Turkish ice cream, caressing his nose, writing letters to each other and just like so, a bicycle ride.

He never disappointed and you did just as much he did for you. Everything was perfect. His little praises every now and then, forehead kisses, and sometimes necks kisses that became a little heated, and...a marriage proposal.

It had already been 3 years of your relationship and now you were ready to settle with the only one. You still remember it vividly when he got on one knee in some restaurant and all your mind thought was his words when he first confessed 'I want a lifetime with you.'

So you said yes. And here you are, fulfilling your yet another wish. You plop on the backseat as your hand curl around his waist, "Hold tight, don't want losing my wife..." He said and once again butterflies conquered you.

One thing was for sure, no matter how many years you spent with this man, he would never fail to make you happy. You placed your head gently on his back as he rode the bicycle and you're sure he hears your heart beat right now.

So this is what happens when love lasts...

The End.

"Thank you so much for reading this guys. And the person who suggested a beomgyu fic, this is for you!!" @beomstarz

[sincerely-sofie]

I can imagine that the other legendaries may have some amount of fun at the Hero’s expense sometimes. They are legendaries after all… why not mess around with their ‘speedruns’ (after sufficiently punishing Darkari for the first bit of chaos anywho before letting them go back to their duties).

Kyogre and Groudon settling beef by making half the planet more monsoonal while the other gets more hot and desert like.

Eturnatus, Xerneus and Necrozma turn on Dynamax, Z-Moves and Mega Evolution for a few runs

Hoopa and a few other mythical taking bets on the Hero’s successes or failures

—-

With the only one trying to actually assist the hero now being Dialga when they aren’t being forced to go crazy for the sake of time being messed up.

Like, imagine the potential of Dialga knowing the Hero when they first meet… trying to actively help them, tell them Arceus and the other legendaries are messing around and how to stop this Dugtrio Day scenario but is forced into their Primal state as the time gears keep on being moved out of the tower every loop.

Maybe Giratina is a sort of ‘mysterious benefactor’ of sorts and helping the Hero and Partner slowly piece together what’s going on.

Buuuuuut that’s just my own take away into this AU. Caio

(Referring to this post)

Sorely tempted to write up a Dugtrio Day oneshot or maybe outline an AU myself if the lovely anon who started this awesome chain of ideas is chill with it. Giratina as a mysterious benefactor is brilliant, and I love the idea of Palkia also chipping in after Dialga is forced into Primal-ness. Those three don’t like each other, but they are ultimately loyal to one another. Like— Everybody stop picking on the mortal, that’s Dialga’s mortal, stop being mean to the poor thing! Don’t make me come over there! HOOPA STOP TELEPORTING THEM TO RANDOM LOCATIONS EVERY TIME THEY BLINK IT’S NOT FUNNY

I wonder if Celebi would have memories completely unaffected by the loop like the hero’s are, or at least partially. It would be interesting for her to do research on how to break the cycle but lose crucial memories with each run, almost to the point of feeling like it’s one step forward and two steps back.

Oh man, imagine being the partner in this story. Like, your best friend eventually tells you that they’ve lived through the last year / whatever length of time hundreds of times, and with every restart, you forget who they are, and they have to go through everything all over again. You hear that and you instantly decide that this run— whatever number it is— is going to be the last.

You start doing everything you can to prevent your friend from restarting the loop, try begging and bargaining and everything you can think of, but they’re so worn down and resigned that the only joy they can find in things is seeing how fast they can can get them done. They continue on their mission. You drag your feet, and eventually, you stop entirely. You decide that if your friend has lost hope, you have to find a way to give it to them, and you set off to find a way to break the loop yourself. You miss them so much, and it’s a race against the clock, but you finally figure out the solution, and you’re just about to activate it when—

…

Hey, what’s that? Someone’s collapsed on the sand! You should go help them!

[htr2a]

climate change blackpill megapost

there are several climate tipping points identified in the united nations intergovernmental panel on climate change sixth assessment report (chapter 3, specifically). tipping points refer to critical thresholds in a system that, when exceeded, can lead to a significant change in the state of the system, often with an understanding that the change is irreversible. they are:

the greenland ice sheet

the west antarctic ice sheet

the atlantic meridional overturning current

monsoon systems

el niño-southern oscillation

tropical rainforests

northern boreal forests

thawing permafrost

extreme heat

current (2022) global warming of ~1.1°C above preindustrial temperatures already lies within the lower end of some tipping point uncertainty ranges. several tipping points may be triggered in the paris agreement range of 1.5 to <2°C global warming, with many more likely at the 2 to 3°C of warming expected on current policy trajectories.

greenland's ice sheet is in disequilibrium and we are committed to 2-3 meters of sea level rise from its melt alone in the next 200 years.

greenland's ice sheets have been melting twice as fast in the last twenty years as they were during the previous century.

rapid increase in the rate of melting of the west antarctic ice sheet is unavoidable.

the west antarctic ice sheet is retreating twice as fast as previously predicted

because of widespread seawater intrusion beneath the grounded ice of the thwaites glacier.

the west antarctic ice sheet will raise sea levels by four meters when it melts.

this is causing the atlantic meridional overturning current to collapse.

the gulf stream (aka amoc) is weakening. 99% confidence. measured volume through the florida straits has declined by 4% in the past 40 years

the gulf stream will collapse between 2025 and 2095. 95% confidence.

the north atlantic is four standard deviations above its historic temperatures.

when the amoc collapses, the arctic sea-ice pack will extend down to 50°n. the vast expansion of the northern hemispheric sea-ice pack amplifies further northern hemispheric cooling via the ice-albedo feedback.

a collapse of the atlantic meridional overturning circulation would have substantial impacts on global precipitation patterns, especially in the vulnerable tropical monsoon regions in west africa, east asia, and india where they will experience shorter wet seasons and longer dry seasons with an overall decrease in precipitation

although recent studies indicate that the amazon will experience net benefit from the collapse of the amoc with cooler temperatures and increased rainfall

increased el niño intensity will increase the frequency and severity of droughts in the amazon rainforest.

even if we were able to stabilize global mean temperature at 1.5º C, el niño intensity will continue to increase for a century

and the amazon rainforest is currently in the worst drought on record, which may indicate it has passed its threshold to maintain its own wet climate.

while widespread and persistent warming of permafrost has been observed in polar regions and at high elevations since about 1980, the highest permafrost temperatures in the instrumental record were recorded in 2018–2019 (data from 2019-2020)

as of 2019 the southern extent of permafrost had receded northwards by 30 to 80km

soil fires in the canadian arctic are burning the peat underground and melting the permafrost. stat from the study 70% of recorded area of arctic peat affected by burning over the past forty years has occurred in the last eight and 30% of it was in 2020 alone.

nasa finds that tundra releases plumes of methane in the wake of wildfires.

in 2023 eight times more land burned in canada than average.

russian siberia experienced a similarly massive fire season in 2021.

a methane source we weren’t expecting was warmer, wetter conditions to increase organic decomposition in tropical wetlands which is releasing ever increasing amounts of methane.

we have been experiencing exponential rise in atmospheric methane since 2006. historical data indicates that we may have entered into an ice age termination event fueled by these methane releases.

we have been over 1.5º C above pre-industrial temperatures since the beginning of 2023.

this may be because of the extreme el niño conditions of the 2023-24 cycle, but breaches of 1.5°C for a month or a year are early signs of getting perilously close to exceeding the long-term limit

and the world meteorological organization expects us to permanently break 1.5º C of warming from pre-industrial levels within the next five years.

the united nations environmental programme (unep) emissions gap report found that current fossil fuel extraction commitments leave no credible path to keeping warming below 1.5º C. based on current policies we will experience 2.8ºC of warming by 2100. even if all current pledges were implemented and followed through with (which they never have been), we will only be able to limit that to 2.4-2.6ºC of warming.