#music is such an important part of my life

[sparkystar12]

Today, on the way home from work, I saw a raccoon walking on the highway and I could hit this raccoon, but I drove around that raccoon. For a fraction of a second, I thought, “I'm going to text her about this”, but then I realized I couldn't. We saw raccoons on our last hike, and it was the last time we spent time alone together- it was a good day, for the most part.

I still miss her so much. But it's my new normal- I'm getting through those days as I'm adjusting to my new routines. All I have is our memories. I still think of them when I drive back home because it is the same drive for the last half hour I did last year when I worked for a different job, and I always think of how I anticipated seeing them with contentment, for the most part. I am still reminded of many things that bring me to her. Every time I see the sun, I think of her. Just beautiful things. Or this kid who loves music at my work. Or McDonald's. Or the Christmas lights. All the things she said about people, how I need to try not to overthink, or not take it personally. Just many things. During the drive, “Am I going to think of her every day, for a long time? Two or three years? What will happen? Will I ever stop doing this?” Because she's the most important person I still cry at her absence. And yet I’m more okay with lack of her existence in my life. Such a paradox.

Back to that raccoon, I thought she was here. But she is not. But it was nice to realize she was here for a bit. 💔

Anyway, I’m still grieving as usual even though I have this new life. But I was lucky to meet her. Such a beautiful person.

lemonaulait

[riddlessecretss]

Come to bed, cariño.

Carlos sainz x !painter!reader.

Wc-630.

Warnings- just some kisses, just fluff.

Summary- Staying up late to finish your painting before the deadline until Carlos gets too needy.

You listen to your music singing along adding white strokes to help let the water waves shine. This past week has been very stressful trying to get all your artworks done, your are now starting your fifth piece out of eight. Carlos hasn’t had a problem with you being in your art room 24/7 since he has so many workshops and media trips, but at night you both made a promise to go bed on time with each other if we are together. So when you are late to cuddle with him he comes looking for you.

“Baby? Come on let’s get some sleep you can finish this tommorow!” He rushes you sweetly, waiting for you to make a move before realising you have headphones on. You take them of feeling Carlos’ hands warm a place on your shoulders. “Hey guapo, you ok?” ~handsome~ You look up to see Carlos’ wet hair.

“Yeah, are you coming to bed I want to hear about your day cariño, hmm?” He smiles and kisses your cheek.

“Yes im coming darling I just need to finish this, all I have to do is add varnish now.”

You get up aiming to get the varnish but Carlos grabs it and holds it above your head. “Carlos I know what you’re doing but if I leave the varnish for tomorrow it won’t set in time, I need to do this, this is my job!” You get on your tip toes pulling his arm down to try and grab the bottle.

“You don’t need a job anyway, you know I can aid you for the rest of your life. Come on baby.” He whispers the last part while leaning down to hug you.

You take this opportunity to grab the bottle from his hands and kiss his cheek. “Now sit down while I do this ok? I’ll make it fun..” you giggle before playing ‘smooth operator’ by Sade after he sits down watching him smirk. He quietly sings along as you paint over the thin coat. “

Let me just wash my hands ok?” I smile standing up and stretching.

“Yeah what set do you want to sleep in mi vida?”

“Umm you pick, im guessing you’ve already had a shower judging by your wet hair, but I’m just going to have a quick five minute one to get off the paint from my arms and chest.” You follow Carlos upstairs after turning off all the lights.

“Tomorrow we are going to visit my dad and piñon my mum won’t be there but if we stay a bit late we can see her, are you coming?”

“Yeah I will come I love piñon.” You start the shower as Carlos brushes his teeth and waiting for you to get out. As you leave the shower and get ready for bed you have a good idea. “Carlos? Can we get a dog?” Carlos smiles and walks over to you, “how did you know I wanted one? I’ve thought about it for a while. Even when we are gone they can play with piñon.” You smile and kiss Carlos softly, “what a good idea my love.”

You smile warmly into your hug then settling into bed. Carlos cuddles you and you cuddle close to get warm. “So how was your day cariño?” You take a second to think about what you have done apart from painting, “well I pretty much just painted the whole day but I also had a meeting with my manager and my pay is going up. That’s why is was so important for me to finish that piece.” You smile and turn to face Carlos.

“Mm well done my artista.” You giggle and kiss Carlos romantically,”I love you baby.”

“I love you too cariño even when you’re stubborn.”

[slaaverin]

I'm in my bed crying over jikook again.

The thing is, I don't even have the proper words to express what I'm feeling.

It's all so..God I don't know. Improbable? Crazy? It's crazy.

You have two humans that have the most pure souls, with impossible high-stakes lives, that somehow found each other and also found the most beautiful love I have ever witnessed in my 32 years of life.

The probability of this happening is almost zero. It shows there are really bigger and smarter things than little us at play in life.

They went through so much, and so much more than any of us will ever be able to imagine, yet they remained pure at heart, with their love growing ever stronger and more potent by the day.

They let us in on everything, and showed us the true depth of their feelings openly (but even so, it's written all over their faces).

They simply care, a lot. The little things, the trips, the quiet moments, all of it, they really do care. It's not for show. It's real.

It's like we're getting a glimpse of something that doesn't belong to us at all. Yet, they are generous enough to let us experience it vicariously through them. Isn't it an act of love on their part? They don't have to do it. It's not even smart or safe or reasonable for them to do it. But they do anyway. Maybe because they wouldn't be able to help it, even if they wanted to?

How weird it is that our love for them is that strong? We've never even met them. Yet we feel for them something more unconditional than what we feel for some people we've actually met. How strange, don't you think? So we cheer on and support and we feel it all. We care too.

And I can't explain how witnessing jikook's love has been wonderful, how it has filled my heart with an immense amount of joy and reverence and beauty. It is a mystery.

Somehow I feel it's not even about them, even if it is, obviously so. It's simply that love. Isn't something most of us miss? Long, crave for? Wish for everybody.

If all the people would be in love like Jimin & Jungkook are, there would be no wars in the world anymore. It would be completely different.

The lack of love produces incredible darkness, and it's only love that can fix everything.

So I think that's why I cherish their love so much. It is so very precious, so very important, in ways they might not even understand. The fact they have such an audience being exposed to their love, feeling all the feelings, it helps the world heal a tiny little.

It's not a small thing. It matters.

If we can all fill our little corner of the universe with that type of love, we would've won all the battles, done what we came here for, and call it a day.

They've gifted us the incredible gift of are you sure, where their love was quiet and peaceful and certain. They've given us the gcf. And Letter. And then there was Rosebowl, and MMA, and Black Swan. A thousand moments. Again and again they've showed us.

Now they are enlisted together, and I think that there's nothing more to add. Nothing to prove. Nothing to show. It is self-evident and we can only smile and be happy for them.

What an incredible journey it has been, full of laughs, of crying. So many tears (of joy).

When they will come out of military, we can say that a chapter of their life will close, and another one will open. Hopefully a even happier one than the one before.

So yeah I've decided to make a rather big edit about it, this first chapter, those 10 years of love.

(And you're not ready with some of the music I chose, it makes you feel ALL THE THINGS, prepare tissues)

Sorry for this post that is going nowhere.

Sometimes I simply need to scream my love for jikook. They truly deserve it.

Aren't they wonderful? Yes. Yes.

Take care lovely jikookers 💜

[wlwsoccerfics]

Communication is Key (Sydney LohmannxGwinnReader!)

(Part 2 of Knocked Out)

Warnings: mentions of epilepsy, mental health struggles, relationship arguements

It has been 2 months since you had to give up your soccer career. It sucked and you still weren't over it. But now there was no secret in the way of you moving in with Sydney. Honestly there was no way that she would let you live on your own and neither was your sister Giulia. The two and your friends have learned how to deal with your epilepsy and what to do in case of an emergency. And now you were an Assistent Coach for the team. It wasn't the same as playing and being so close to the field still stung a bit but it was better then anything else you could have imagined for yourself. You also apologized for your behavior because snapping at the people that love and care about you isn't it. Probably wasn't gonna be the last time though. Cause you are only human.

Sydney walked to her car with you. Holding hands. You always were a Passanger princess so the fact that you weren't allowed to drive with your health issues wasn't bothering you at all. "Did you take your meds, babe?" She asked you. "Yes my love. Don't worry about me. Things are fine!" You told her but of course she was gonna worry. It was her duty as your girlfriend. And in all honesty you always were worried about her as well when she wasn't feeling so great. Even when it was just a cold. That what love is all about, caring about the other Person. "I am gonna worry no matter what! Cause you are the love of my life! You are stuck with me!" Sydney answered with a smile. "Is this a threat?" You asked jokingly and pulled her close. "Just kidding, you are the love of my life too. I sincerly believe what we have is for forever!" You told her, kissing her softly. She kissed you back before opening the car door for you. You thank her and sat down in the passenger seat. She closed it and walked around the car to get into the drivers seat. "For the record i sincerly believe what we have is for forever as well!" Sydney replied and started the car. You put on some music, connecting your Phone to the Bluetooth of the car. The two of you drove in comfortable silence, Sydneys hand resting on your knee for the most part of the 15 minute car ride.

You walked inside together once Sydney parked her car. You two kissed eachother before going your seperate ways. She got changed while you went to meet up with Alex to have a little chat about today's practice. "Hey y/n!" He said. "Hey Alex! So last practice before the game against Wolfsburg. Which we need to win! It's important that we work on standards cause those will be really important. Given that is how we can Score since out of the usual Play it will be hard to get even slightly close to the goal or even make it into their half of the field." You said and he chuckled softly. He appreciated how focused you were and how important this all was to you. Even though you had to give up playing.

At the same time with most of the team getting changed...

Giulia was talking to Sydney about you. Being the concerned big sister she always was. "Syd is she actually okay? I feel like she is not actually dealing with the situation. It has me worried. The fact that she said 'no' to therapy after her dreams were crushed. And the fact that she tried to hide it from us before...i don't think she is dealing with it like she should!" Your sister told your girlfriend. "I do think the same sometimes. But she always keeps promising that things are fine!" Sydney stated. "Maybe we should try and talk to her together!" Giulia suggested. Lea who was sitting next to them, putting her hair into a ponytail. "Guys she might think that it's an intervention if you try to sit her down to talk about that! I mean it is ... but still...she might be even more closed off if you go on about it like that. It needs to be in a more causal way!" Lea told them. "Yes, listen to Lea! I am not a child and i decide when i need therapy...no one else!" You said from the doorway of the changing room. all eyes were on you now. "Babe..." Sydney tried to talk to you but you were quite upset so you stopped her, holding your hand up. "I don't want to hear it, Sydney! You two just could have talked to me when we would hang out with one another and make it sound like you are just checking in and not discussing my business at work. In front of our friends! I am so upset and angry with both of you! Sydney and Giulia!" They knew they messed up because you never used their legal names. It was always: Syd, Babe, Baby, SydBear or something cute like that. For Giulia it was always : Giuli, G, Sis, Things like that. Neither of them had the chance of saying anything else. Because you left. Walking towards your office on Bayern Campus.

Your head was pounding and you didn't feel great at all after that argument or confrontation whatever you wanted to call it. Tears in your eyes. You couldn't even see where you were going at this point, which is why you almost ran into Lena who just got back from physiotherapy. She quickly stopped you. "Y/n? What's wrong?" She asked. "Lena?... Nothing, well...i had an argument with Syd & my sister! They talked about my mental health in front of the entire team. I hate that they talk behind my back about me that way!" You explained to her. She opened her arms to offer you a hug which you gladly took. Stepping into her arms. "They just worry about you! We all do! You mean so much to us! Especially to Syd & Giuli! Your sister loves you so much and would do whatever for you and Syd is so madly in love with you that she still blushes when someone mentions your name." Lena told you. "I know Obi i know. Maybe i was a bit unfair but since they knew about my diagnosis they watch me like Hawks. And sometines when Syd does it then it feels like she is my Care Giver and not my girlfriend! I Love both of them too! With all of my Heart and Sydney for sure is the love of my life!" You told your friend. "Maybe talk to them about how you feel?" Obi suggested as the two of you let go of eachother. "Good Idea! Thank you, Obi! Means alot to me!" Lena smiled at you. "That's what friends are for!" She answered. The two of you said your 'see you later' and that you would soon meet on the field. You just had to grab something from your office.

You sat down in your office chair, opening your Laptop to print Out some statistics. A knock on the door interrupted you though. "Yes? Please come in!" You said and looked up from your laptop. Both Giulia and Sydney walked in, looking like kicked puppies. "Can we Talk?" Your sister asked which you agreed to with a nod of your head. "Please sit." You told them. Giulia sat down on one of the chairs that stood in front of your desk Sydney sat down in your lap. "I am sorry, Angel face!" Your girlfriend whispered out, kissing your cheeks gently. "That's mean, Syd! I am trying to be mad at you!" You replied but couldn't help yourself, you just have to smile. "I am sorry as well, sis!" Giulia told you. "Fine i forgive the two of you! But please next time you are worried just talk to me! It has been two weeks since my last seizure and it was a minor one! Just an absence seizure. I get that you worry! I worry about the two of you as well when you get hurt or are not feeling well. But maybe we start to communicate better? Cause i really want things to be normal between us! And not like i am a helpless toddler. You worry more than Mom & Dad!" You explained, altough your parents do worry alot and you know they often would asked Giulia about how you are doing. Sometimes they would also call Syd to get an update on you cause you often would just say you are fine so they wouldn't worry. It was a circle of emotions really. "We are sorry! We both gonna try to be more chill, right Giuli?" Sydney promised you. "Yes right!" She agreed, nodding her head softly. "Good! And i promise i will also talk to my therapist about everything that happened in the last couple of months." You just wanted to let them know that you were dealing with it in a healthy way!

Around a month later Sydney proposed to you after they won the Champions League finale. Which of course you said yes to.

The following summer you got married, your teammates, families & some friends were there to celebrate with the two of you.

You officially were y/n Lohmann now and you couldn't be happier about it.

(There will be a part three and maybe a Part four)

[guy-writes]

"Die Zeit mit dir war schön"

CBF! König x Reader

. . .

To begin König will have a name, Reader has a dad (adopted), and considering I'm not from Austria there will be inaccuracies with language and schooling. This is where the warnings will typically go but since there isn't any for the chapter thought I just say these few points.

Hope you enjoy!

Age: 12

Memory One

“New area, new kid”

While you and your dad were eating dinner, you noticed he was being uncharacteristically quiet. Normally he would be asking you about your day and then he would recount his, and often over exaggerating to make it more entertaining. But at this moment he was shoving more macaroni and cheese down his mouth. He seemed deep in thought and it was starting to make you uneasy. Gathering some courage you finally spoke up.

“So… Is there something on your mind?-”

“-Kiddo, there’s something I need to discuss with you,” you both ended up speaking at the same time. 

“About what?” You answered, frowning as you tried to decipher if this was going to be a good or bad thing. Your dad took a sip of his water before speaking up again. He looked into your eyes when he spoke, being as serious as possible.

“My job has decided that my teaching and research is needed elsewhere… It’s a better position but it’s really far from where we live,” he finally revealed. Your eyes widened at this dilemma, that was a big life changing event not just for him but for you as well. Staring at your food, you gathered your thoughts on the matter. You started picking at your food, your thoughts overcrowding your mind.

You didn’t want to move, to start over in some foreign country. But what happens if you voice this out loud and your dad decides to leave without you? He might leave you with some family member and probably forget about you… But you also knew this was probably really important to your dad. Still, you couldn’t help the words that bubbled into your mouth and flew out.

“But Dad, I don't want to move! Aren't we perfectly fine staying here?” 

You gripped your fork harder into your hand and looked away from him. Your 12-year-old brain thought it was the best argument. Your dad just looked at your pouty face, frowning slightly. His shoulders slumped as he let out a tired sigh. 

“It’s not my choice kiddo, they're relocating me whether I like it or not- and I can’t just leave this job… But hey, look at this way, we’ll be together every step of the way, and think of all the new friends you’ll make,” He gave you an encouraging smile, remaining positive, for your sake. He wasn't particularly happy about this move either but this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. He could live with you being mad at him for a short while, knowing this was extremely hard considering you didn’t have a choice. 

…

That's how you found yourself on the first day of summer break, miles away from where you grew up. He mentioned on a call with his friend that the ‘paperwork ran smoothly’ and moving wasn't as much of a nightmare as he thought it was. Your dad was driving in unknown territory… though the buildings were nice to look at. You weren’t scanning your surroundings in wonder though, you kept your eyes glued to the card your classmates gave you on the last day… along with a small book your teacher got as a housewarming present. You frowned and sunk lower into your seat, watching the rooftops of buildings pass by. You could see your dad peek at you through the rearview mirror.

“You doing okay back there?” He asked.

“...No… I want to go back,” you lamented. 

“I know… here, why don't we play your favourite song?” he beamed at you, fiddling with the radio before you heard your favourite song come out of the speakers. You had to admit it was making you feel better. You grumpily swayed your head to the music and your dad chuckled. It was a while before you started seeing the tops of houses, it looks like he finally found the neighbourhood. You sat up more, a part of you was really curious what kind of house your dad’s job hooked him up with. He parked the car in front of a yellow two story house.

“This looks like the place…” Your dad got a piece of paper from the glove compartment along with the house key. He stared at the paper for a while, making sure the addresses matched. He let out a happy hum when he confirmed this was the house. You placed your book and card down on the seat next to you before exiting the car. It honestly looked like something from a fairytale, vines decorated the front. There was also a small balcony with a window above it… that seemed to be the entrance to it. The windows had those shutters on the outside and the door had a curve on the top so it wasn’t fully square. Your dad came up beside you and whistled, putting his hands on his hips in the weird pose he did when admiring something.

Alright, maybe you were impressed. The house and the surrounding area looked really nice, nicer than your old house back home. Your resolve to hate this place was breaking, especially when your dad said you could take the room that had the balcony. He gave you a warm pat on the back before walking up the path, fishing out the keys and unlocking the door. You ran over to see what the inside looked like, you could immediately see the stairs to the second floor from the doorway, and a hallway leading to the kitchen. The living room was on the left side, in front of the stairs while there was an extra room on the right. It all seemed to circle back to the main hallway.

Taking a peek up the stairs you saw the main landing had four doors all leading to bedrooms and a bathroom. The house was in pretty good condition, it was just insanely dusty and grimy but nothing like a good wash wouldn’t fix… is what your dad would say. 

“Come on kiddo, the moving truck is here!”

… 

It was a long week of unpacking, cleaning, and finding the nearest store for supplies. The majority of the unpacking was easy- since your dad just ended up doing all of it. You got to decorate your new room which was fun, your dad let you have full control of what you wanted. 

Currently, you were outside, your dad urged you to explore the neighbourhood just as long as you didn’t go to the next street. You look over to your left, spotting a trail between your house and your neighbour’s blue one. The cul-de-sac was surrounded by woods, besides the part that led to the other block and main street. You decided to follow the little gravel path that was made. It was cloudy today so most people were inside. That was fine with you, at least you wouldn’t be introducing yourself today.

You stopped in your tracks when you spotted something colourful off the trail you were on. Growing a bit curious you went to investigate, it wasn’t hard to see that it was a playground. You were caught off guard by the boy playing by himself though. He was around your height, maybe a bit taller, chubby, had messy brown hair and an interesting mix of grey and blue eyes. He was moving around the play structure rapidly, waving a large stick around like it was a sword. He shouted around giving commands to his ‘soldiers’ and claiming they needed to save the princess from the clutches of the evil wizard. Who the evil wizard was… you didn’t know, but it looked like fun. You stepped closer to the playground and that’s when he finally noticed you. He tensed, turning to face you, he looked like a deer in the headlights. 

“Hi, sorry- I didn’t mean to scare you,” You spoke, trying to make yourself seem less threatening. It didn’t seem to work though, he looked like he was going to bolt at any moment. You could see him biting the inside of his cheek, it was awkward but you waited for him to say something. 

What felt like minutes passed before he finally spoke. 

“It’s… fine I was just about to… leave…” He spoke, he sounded anxious. You frowned, that was not what you were expecting. You should be the one leaving, not him, but he seemed hellbent on exiting this situation. You watched as he started making his way towards the gravel path and walking towards the neighbourhood you resided in. Did he live near you?

“Wait!” You called out to him. 

He continued walking and picked up speed when you called out for him. You didn’t follow him since you didn’t want to spook him more. You watched him disappear down the path, you decided to wait a few minutes before heading home yourself.

… 

Knock!

Knock! 

Knock!

“This is the third visitor we’ve gotten today…” Dad mumbled as he got up from the couch, stretching his limbs out a bit. He was repeating the same motions today, sitting, getting up, then sitting for maybe an hour before another neighbour came over. You’ve gotten two casseroles already and it looks like you’ll be adding a third. You walked with your dad to the door, he opened it to see a whole family of three on your little porch. You immediately noticed that the husband looked like he didn’t want to be here. The wife was holding a container full of what looked like dessert. Their kid were standing behind them, and from the looks of it they were a boy.. 

“Hallo! I hope we aren’t interrupting anything, but we thought it was finally time to introduce ourselves. I'm Lina Andreas and this is my husband Rudolph and behind us is our son… get up here,” she motioned her kid towards the front. You instantly recognized him, he was the boy from the park whom you scared off three days ago. His eyes widened slightly when he spotted you and he shifted on his feet.

“This is Alexander,” Lina introduced.

“It’s nice to meet you all, I'm Andrew Wright,” Your dad shook hands with the parents before introducing you. 

“My daughter just recently turned 12, she’ll be going to the nearby school,” Dad said. Lina perked up at that.

“That’s wonderful! Alexander here recently turned 12 and goes to that school, maybe they could walk together?” Lina offered. Alexander seemed to deflate at that, pouting more since his mom didn’t even ask for his opinion. 

“But anyway, before I forget, I brought you an apple strudel! I hope you like them,” she handed off the dessert to your dad who took it with a quick ‘thank you.’ He placed it on the small table that was near the door. 

“Did we catch the missus at the wrong time?” Linda asked, you looked up at your dad and he shook his head.

“No missus here, just me and my daughter,” your dad replied.

“Oh, is she…?” Linda trailed off

“Nope, never had a wife to begin with if you really need to know,” your dad shrugged. He got that question a lot, some people were shocked to hear that he wanted to raise a kid all on his own without a woman's help. You heard at one point he was married but they divorced long before you were in the picture. You could hear Rudolph scoff under his breath, clearly in disapproval but keeping his opinions to himself. You dad didn’t pay him any attention, keeping the conversation going so it didn’t grow awkward. 

It was mostly Linda and your dad talking, the rest of them seemed to just idly stand there. It reminded you of the times your dad ran into someone he knew at the store. They stand there, talking for what felt like hours. While you just stood there and hoped the conversation ended soon. After what felt like an eternity, they finally wrap up their conversation. All the family members say their goodbyes. Your dad shut the door, sighing tiredly before looking over at you.

“I thought that conversation was never going to end…” He mumbled.

“It’s not like you were helping,” you mumbled, taking the apple strudel from the table and resuming your movie.

Memory Two

Masterlist

Dividers by @//cafekitsune

Reblogs & comments by @//reveriesources

[ask-crow-aus]

<3 eh. Our followers are called cults because we’re not well known enough to be a real religion.. in most universes, anyways.

*Irony sits next to Celie, planning on learning from this as much as possible.*

{Soooooo.. what ya gonna teach us?}

<3 the basics. Let’s start easy. A deity’s power grows with their age. Once every ten centuries, either a new strength, power, or skill develops. Once you reach an age even remotely similar to mine or Irony’s, you kind of run out of things to develop, so the things developing start to strengthen. Hence why they can go incorporeal and are able to float, and totally manipulate the opacity, acidity, and weight of their mass. Most of mine are cosmetic or related to my.. subspecies, but they are always related to what we are in charge of. Once you reach a certain age, the power keeping you alive from your parents, or in some cases, your creation, will fade. Naga is just about at that age. When that happens, you need to form a cult, as most would call it, so you can feed off the devotion of your followers.

{Which is necessary for us to survive and maintain our power.}

<3 exactly. The bond between deity and follower is usually mostly one sided, as deities don’t tend to share the same emotion and devotion with their followers. I do. For the most part. Almost every Nirian is able to form a link with someone else. It’s something our bodies have naturally adapted to with the magic around us, a special type of communication typically reserved for mates, spouses, close friends, family, and tribe or clan members. It’s not uncommon for people to have four or more at any given time. Too many will make it harder to focus, though, since it spreads your magic so thin. I don’t think most people have that issue, but magic is required for most people of our nation to survive. Everything is rich with it, but the need to utilize it never became apparent until ancient dwellers, likely humans, elves, or a similar, precursor race, colonized Niria and were nearly driven to extinction from the monsters living there that had learned to consume the matter with as much of the magic as possible.

*he glanced around to make sure they were still paying attention.*

<3 With magic being so important in life, people learned how to cultivate it. It’s used in most things, now. From simple household chores that require more energy or to make food taste better. Some performers even use it to amplify their music, acting, or art. And while it can be weaponized, most people that use it in combat are aware that it has severe drawbacks, ranging from internal bleeding to organ damage to the breaking of bones. Death, in the worst cases. It’s not awful, if you don’t strain yourself constantly, but combative magic takes much more energy than other types. This is off topic, switching back to the bonds. There’s nothing inherently special about them, other than religion or closeness. They make communication easier and can be used to exchange magic, knowledge, and emotion. Like many powerful races, deities feed off of a very certain emotion. Devotion and belief. You’ll find similar behaviors in sentries who feed off fear, though they don’t need a bond for that, guardians who feed off the sense of security, or even more primal races that use it to locate prey or to stay connected over long distances as nomads.

<3 it’s nothing to scoff at, yes, but between deity and mortal, or even at times, deity and Demigod, deity and soul, it’s very natural and there’s really no strings attached. As for altars, they just make it easier to receive offerings and belief, acting as catalysts. They can be as small as a cleared off space with a rock on it. Didn’t that one church make one with a statue of you bigger than me in my eldritch form?

{A little smaller, and it was made with black marble. The detail was remarkable.}

<3 I prefer to not have altars, because I don’t really know what to do with the offerings. Irony made their receiving place for them a basin because people keep giving them blood.

{At least it’s something I can consume, I guess. I much prefer the Little rocks and charms that the little kids give me. They have more emotion behind them, and some of them even have little handmade drawings. The basin drains into a separate place to keep the blood moving, by the way. The dry stuff stays dry.}

[Celie wakes up in the morning, and stretches his arms. He's back to being a porcelain doll.]

*Irony is still standing over him.*

[wassupmygays]

"There's trouble all over this town"

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[deepfriedseagullfeet]

everyone use your energies to give me motivation to consistently stick with writing scripts for my music review youtube channel because i need to stick with something and not fail colossally or else ill kill myself and im being dead fucking serious abt that

[imflyingfish]

bahh i want to chat about learning french but its kind of difficult. like either its super uninteresting to most people or i feel like i can come off as pretentious or whatever if im not careful and noo im just excited to both play videogames and learn a language. im literally a nerdd. anyway im going to make a post on that

[4minutesgcv]

not a single person gaf but…PINKPANTHERESS LIKED MY TWEET!! i’m so happy tjis is the greatest day of my life 💗💗

[sinaloasmash]

I made this

[sweetyoungk]

day6 coming back is one of the highlights of 2023 for me

[doctorwhoisadhd]

wait these audiobook exclusive 12th dr companions were designed to appeal specifically to me .

[venus-lou]

Oh what I would give to relive the moment I discovered Sleep Token

[shalom-iamcominghome]

For the music thing, I don't know if you consider the many many Israeli songs that don't necessarily try to be Jewish (even if the writer and singer are), just Israeli songs in Hebrew.

If you do consider them, I really like Danny Sanderson stuff, and to be slightly more modern, Arutz HaKibud (ערוץ הכיבוד).

They're both full of nonsense and puns so if you try to translate it to yourself and it's weird? Yeah it's weird keep going.

Asking on Anon for my safety and yours - if you feel it's unsafe to post about Israeli stuff, here's my permission to ignore it.

Israeli music is perfectly acceptable, and I really appreciate the thought and the courtesy for sending this and being concerned. I'll absolutely look into that! My hebrew is absolutely not up to par but getting used to the sounds is really important to me, so I'm really grateful that so many (including you!) have responded with plenty of songs in my TL

[queerstudiesnatural]

i miss my college friends :(