#nt: the world was okay again

[allpromarlo]

france in the world cup final on back to back occasions?

[rafeandonlyrafe]

inspections

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, daily c*nt inspections 😭, fingering, mentions of p in v sex, edging, i think rafe calls reader kiddo once, reader is described briefly as small chested, mentions of past punishments/spankings/tit slapping

“come on, baby.” rafe taps your thigh. “it's time.”

“im so tired, just let me sleep for five more minutes.” you whine, snuggling your head deeper into the pillow.

“are you being bratty?” rafes words have your eyes snapping open.

“no, daddy, of course not.” you giggle. you both know you were just being a bit naughty by refusing to wake up, but you don't want to face any punishment, sitting up to give rafe a good morning kiss.

“mhm, that's what i thought.” he sighs. “i have to go into work today.”

“what?” you whine. “you can't work from home?”

“nope, got in person meetings today. sorry baby girl.” rafe hates leaving you as much as you hate him having to go anywhere without you.

“okay, gonna miss you so much.” you give rafe another kiss, now noticing that he's already ready and dressed.

“ive got enough time for inspections. open up.” rafe taps your thigh again.

“mkay.” you nod, laying your head back on the pillow, spreading your legs open.

“no wet spot on your panties, wow.” rafe nods, hands moving to rub over your inner thighs.

you smile, proud of yourself for keeping your panties clean overnight, always struggling with rafe pressed up against you.

rafe hooks his finger under the center of your underwear, pulling it to the side to reveal your cunt.

“gosh, so pretty.” rafe smiles down. “my favorite pussy in the world.”

“thank you daddy.” you blush, feeling your cheeks heat up pink.

“makes me not wanna leave you, kiddo.” rafe sighs, knowing he certainly doesn't have time to fuck you, not in the way he wants to.

“will you be home for lunch?” you ask, eyes fluttering closed as rafe swipes his fingers through your folds absentmindedly.

“yeah.” rafe nods. “will bring you home some candy.” he can't help himself but bring his fingertips to his mouth, tasting your wetness with a low moan.

“thank you daddy.” you manage to speak out, voice already wobbly from his touches.

“gonna stick a finger inside, okay? make sure you're still nice and tight for me.” the inspections became mandatory after rafe found out you were touching yourself overnight, not even always consciously, rutting against his thigh while you both slept, wet dreams of your daddy running through your head.

“mkay.” you nod, letting out a breath to relax your body as rafe uses one hand to separate your folds, holding your cunt open as your hole flutters in anticipation.

rafe circles his finger around your entrance before plunging it inside your hole. you always try your best to stay quiet during inspections as rafe likes, but you can't help but squeal out.

rafe just laughs at how pathetic your noises are, beginning to thrust his finger in and out slowly, feeling the way you constrict around him.

“nice and tight, so good baby.” rafe smiles down at you. “you've been such a good girl lately, i can't even remember the last time i had to punish you!”

“two weeks ago.” you pout, remembering it well. “ten spankings because i flashed you while you were in a meeting.”

“that's right.” rafe shakes his head. “you got some tit slaps too, didn't you baby?” rafe looks up your body. there's not much tits there to slap, and rafe always prefers to bend you over his knee and punish your ass instead.

“mhm, but i liked it so you stopped.” you giggle, remembering how you moaned when rafes palm hit your nipples.

“my dirty girl.” rafe shakes his head, moving his thumb to your clit, keeping your cunt pulled apart with his other hand so he can see all of you. sure, it's part of his daily morning inspections to check your cunt, but he usually just pushes a finger in and claims it's good.

“daddy?” you whimper out, a rush of wetness flooding your pussy.

“what is it baby? don't you want me to touch your little clit since im gonna be gone for work for hours.”

“yeah.” you whine, nodding your head as his finger thrusting inside of you moves faster, resisting the urge to add a second, loving how it's just his cock that stretches you open. 

“good girl. you deserve a kiss.” rafe says, and you pucker your lips, waiting for him to bend over your body, but rafe drops down lower, pressing a kiss directly over your clit.

“daddy!” you squeal, back arching off the bed. despite always touching your pussy, rafe rarely gives you head, preferring to get right to fucking you.

rafe moves his thumb to help keep you spread open, stretching the skin around your cunt as his tongue flicks out, rubbing over your clit, now tasting your wetness as well as hearing it with every push of his finger inside of you, a sick squelching sound filling the room.

“can i-can i touch your hair daddy?” you manage to ask, fingers twitching.

“no.” rafe smirks, his voice vibrating your clit as he barely pulls away to speak.

“o-okay.” you grip the bed sheets instead, wishing you could push rafes head further into your pussy, but you know better than to disobey an order.

“can feel you clenching ‘round my finger.” rafe laughs against your cunt.

“feels so good.” you mumble, used to waking up in the morning to rafe inspecting your pussy, but it's never this much as you moan, thighs twitching with the urge to close.

“too bad you're not gonna cum.” rafe sighs, pulling his mouth and finger suddenly out, sitting up.

“no!” you scream out. “no, daddy, please, ive been so good, let me cum, please!”

rafe sighs, leaning over your body to press a kiss to your lips. “sorry, princess, gotta go to work.”

rafe glances at the clock. truth is, he has plenty of time to make you cum, knowing you're only seconds away, but he likes the idea of keeping you wet and horny for him, ready to thrust his cock into the moment he gets back from work.

“and remember princess.” he taps your nose, making your eyes flutter before focusing on rafe. “if you touch yourself while im gone, there will be punishments.”

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[nouvxllev]

CAN I DO A REQUEST..

Jenna x Reader

Summary: R gets high off their ass after an argument w J, J gets home (xtra tired) w R drunkkkafff, but even in a drunken state, R still treats J like a literal princess, no matter the circumstance they're in cuz R loves J sm

LOVELOVELOVE YOUR WRITING SM.

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i (do)nt care!

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Gn!Reader

Summary: request!! ^^

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: literally drinking tears away, on the verge of an alcoholic and stressed out reader, readers the sweetest but also dorkiest, bittersweet stuff but the author is trying to sound funny above most of it

a/n: one of my recognizable anons, thank you for requesting!!! APPRECIATE YOU SMMM

masterlist.

You're a shitty person at times, like having quips come flying out of your mouth like a 7th grade asshole. You don't know where they come from, but they came from something like maybe a stressful week.

Like people not knowing when and how to shut the fuck up, angry customers with blonde hair and a penchant for that pixie-cut hairstyle pestering you all day because you allegedly forgot their order as if you weren't new to the whole running a coffee shop thing while on a minimum wage!

The internet seriously romanticized it too much, it's becoming a hassle to know which job to take when all you want is something relaxing and pays well.

Job hunting was a pain in the ass more than you are.

But then there's that lovely and caring girlfriend of all that makes it all bearable even if you're on the brink of insanity. The one who makes everything okay with literally just her presence. If there were a worldwide contest for the best and most understanding girlfriend, you knew Jenna would win it hands down.

You'd sooner try to stop a bullet train with your bare hands than even hurt her in the slightest. You loved her all too much to even do so.

But somehow in your own fucked up, seriously-like-actually-what-the-actual-fuck-were-you-thinking way, you managed to mess that up too.

You had an argument with Jenna as soon as you walked through the door the both of you shared. (It was because she accidentally broke your Minecraft bed and now it wasn't placed beside her. Again, you were stressed, and everything piled up. Even if it's dumb ones.)

You still remember the sound of her voice, heartbreaking is all you could say. (Again, dumb argument. Why did you even bring it up as if it was some huge problem?)

So now you're here. Drinking all your sorrows away like it would magically bring Jenna close and sing some we are the world shit for the rest of your living lives and kiss.

It was moments like these when you question if you were dropped on your head as a baby multiple times and no one even bothered to tell you.

I mean, arguing over a Minecraft bed? Seriously? Maybe you should take up lobotomy without anesthesia.

You still remember saying, 'Fine! Go away and see if I fucking care!' like something out of a bad soap opera and then she actually went away.

And you do care. Very much so.

It's safe to say you spent 30 minutes crying on the floor before picking your ass up to get a cab and come up with a dangerous coping mechanism before you eventually spotted a bar and decided you'd start drinking.

And of course, being that one person who never drank before in their entire life without having to chase it all down with water the soon it hits your tongue, it tasted bitter.

The bar was quiet with a hint of peoples voices going up and down alot, screaming alot, and the occasional drunkard barging in with their work attire.

You'd like to think that you're none of these people, but your the person who argued with literally the love of your life that you vowed to never hurt over something so dumb and tried drinking it all away.

"Ffffuck..." you murmured to yourself. Your eyes burned like hell, that was a nice addition to a headache.

Your head was down on the counter, your fingers gripping the shot glass as if it was your last moment on earth.

"You've ordered two bottles of whiskey and a fuck ton of tequila shots in the past hour, something wrong?"

Let's see, I've been fighting sleep as if I've disrespected my ancestors, job hunting is literally chewing me like I'm flavored bubblegum, tired, stressed, and most importantly, I managed to upset my one and only girlfriend who only gave me nothing but pure happiness and love! So, I'm fucking not, thanks so much for asking!

But you can't say that to someone who's also working minimum wage at a bar in New York. Living in New York is hell enough, dealing with fucked up customers like you is already going to be the next problem.

Because what can you really say to someone who's just trying to do their job? They don't need to hear about your self-inflicted drama.

You hear the bartender sigh. Not unlikely because you've probably been groaning and whining for the past few minutes.

"Let me guess, gotten to a fight with your significant other?"

How in the hell did he know that!?

Your eyes widened, immediately sitting up straight. "Holy shit, you're a wizard!" By the way your voice slurred and literally no one on earth would have that as their first thought, you're drunk.

The bartender chuckled, cleaning off another class and chucking it in the sink. "Not quite. Just seen my fair share of broken hearts. Kind of comes with the job."

You shake your head, "Nope," you popped the P, "definitely a wizard."

"Wanna tell me about them?" He placed another shot glass your way, "On the house, juice, though. You shouldn't be drinking anymore."

Taking the glass of juice, you swirl it around absentmindedly with your hand perched on top of the table and carrying the weight of your head. People say don't talk to strangers, but they never really said to spill your guts over to them.

With a sigh you down it all.

"Her name's…" Oh, right. She's an actress.

You really shouldn't be going around telling people you're literally with America's Idol when you kept your relationship with her private until she's ready to go public.

"Her name is, uhm, Jenny." Fuck, she's gonna kill you if you tell her this story. But it does put a very stupid smile on your face.

"Pretty name."

Your eyes lit up like never before. You were passionate for her, how could you not? "She's pretty, very pretty—you wouldn't know how to describe it yourself, you'd have to write verses upon verses to."

"Have you?"

"I'm still writing. Everyday."

The bartender nodded with a slight smile to his lips.

You stand up straighter. "She's this—talented person with one of the most dangerously charming brown eyes that resembles a nebula. Her smile, oh—her smile is one of the most incredible things to witness. She could make a devil weep and laugh with her, it'll make them regret their sins in an instant." Your voice was warm, clear, not even a trace of drunkenness whenever you're talking about her.

"It's not just her looks, or her smile, or whatever, she has a brilliant mind you could never dissect. Tears were never a challenge for her, she's brave, braver than anyone I've ever seen. She's a kind and romantic soul, an old one at that, but romantic nonetheless. Not just to me, but to everyone around her. She cares for everyone around her." You didn't notice you started crying halfway through.

"Dreaming was never a problem when I'm around her, though it felt like reality was greater than anything I've ever slept in. She's just the most gorgeous and incredible girl. She sees right through me, through everything, but she still loves me despite all my flaws and fuck-ups."

You pause. "But tonight, I got us into an argument so stupid, like so stupid and then I burdened everything I was feeling on her. Before I knew it, I yelled some things at her that I didn't really mean and she was out the door."

You'd think you'd be fine after literally spilling everything out, but no, you just slump back again in defeat like some pathetic hopeless romantic loser.

You facepalm yourself. "Give me a bottle."

"You shouldn't be—"

"I'll pay you 100$ no change needed, just please give me a bottle." You were acting like one of those drunkards you see on TV shows where the character gets horrendously fucked over.

One of the all time low for you, you've really outdid yourself.

You hear the bartender sigh and place another bottle of whiskey. "Business is business."

In one go, or maybe one shot glass, you were back to words stumbling and your brain feeling like fizz.

"All I know is I screwed up big time, and now I'm sitting here feeling like the world's biggest idiot for doing something like that to literally the love of my life!"

"Well, is she—"

It happened in a flash.

Or rather it happened in a second by how fast your mood changed to serious to straight up bawling your eyes out and gripping the bartenders collar.

"What the hell do I do, John!? Is your name even John!?" You cried, even breaking down and making a mess of yourself in front of the population of this bar.

"ImessedthefuckupandIdon'tevenknowifshesgonnaforgivemeohmanwhatthehelldoIdo!?" You swayed him back and forth, it's amazing how he isn't calling for security and escorting you out.

"OKAY, OKAY! Calm down, shit!" He immediately grabs your hands and gently pries your fingers from his shirt and sits you back down.

"I feel like the—" you hic "—worlds biggest asshole and my girlfriend thinks that too!

"She's—"

"I still love her with all my heart! I'll do anything to be with her again, I'm so fucking serious, anything I—!"

"She's right behind you, man!"

You stop.

You turn around.

"Oh, shit."

You murmured. It was like your brain was stumbling on a delicate thread of soberness and drunkenness. Jenna looked like the most finest pair of blobs.

Jenna looks tired, exhausted, stressed. Her eyes are glistening with tears, and her nose carries a reddish tint to it. You didn't even notice that she was wearing your shirts with one of your jackets.

"Oh, love!" You come crashing down on her as you stood up, embracing Jenna into a warm hug.

"Y/n, you're crushing me—"

Jenna used to love your hugs, even if they were totally crushing her. Oh, you were so fucked.

"Sorry, sorry," you mumble, stepping back slightly but your hands lingered on her shoulders, offering a small massage to her stress. "Is that you, Jenna?"

She looks up at you. There were visible dark circles under her eyes and glint of past tears that trickled down her face.

"I'm... I'm so sorry, Jennaaaaauuhh!" you cry out, her name stretching as you bawled your eyes out in front of her, words tumbling out of you before you can even stop them.

"I didn't mean anything, or any of it! I was stressed, people were so mean to me, but that isn't a valid excuse for me to just..." you blew a raspberry for dramatic effect, "blow it up on you. Please don't ignore my hugs, you always adored my hugs! Oh, God, Jenna, I'm so sorry!"

You were still talking before Jenna could even get one word out, "I love you literally sooo so so much I was a fool for even—hey, how'd you know I was here? Fuck, you shouldn't be here! I can't let you know that I was drinking, turn around!"

"Y/n," she sighs, reaching up to cup your cheek in her hand, "Let's just go home. You've been here for an hour."

You nod frantically, not knowing if that was meant to be as an I forgive you gesture or an I will tear your limbs from muscle to tendon and taxidermy you into the most horrendous positions after we get home gesture.

"I'll get the door for you!" You shout while stumbling over your own feet as you rush to get the door.

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By the time the two of you got home safely without you trying to insist taking over the steering wheel when you're completely blacked out of your mind, you're still clinging onto Jenna as if she was the one going to fall on her own feet.

"Y/n, what are you doing?"

Jenna looks up at you, your whole figure sprawled out in front of her like a starfish.

You turn around at her like some superhero who came to save the day, vision blurry from the light. "The moon looks suuuper close tonight. What if you'll get burnt!?"

"That's the porch lamp, Y/n."

"No, it is not—!" You look up. Oh, shit it is.

"Oh." You take Jenna's hand, giggling away your blatant stupidity with a goofy grin, "God, you're so smart, can't believe you're my girlfriend."

But Jenna just laughs. It's everything to you, a sweet symphony blessed with those close with her.

"I like 'ur laugh, Jenna." You whisper to her, hands in your pockets while you watch her struggle with the keys.

She doesn't respond but with a nod. Your heart sinks for her—she's that exhausted and it's all because of you!

Finally, she manages to get the door open with your heart stuck in your throat while Jenna leads the both of you inside. The house was warm, toasty, but it left remnants of your argument with her.

You steel a glance at her, her eyes cast downward while she struggles with her own jacket.

"Oh—here! I'll get your coat," you offer, your hands trembling slightly with your own coat hanging from your forearm. "Annnd I'll take care of your clothes—wait, did you have dinner yet? I can whip up something for you!"

Without Jenna's judgement, you hurry up with a tail stuck between your own two feet to Jenna's closet, throwing everything out and getting some nice and comfy clothes for her. Not knowing you went to your closet instead of hers.

"Jenna!" You run towards her, pretty fast for a drunkard without falling over, "Shit everything looks like hell for me—anyway, what do you want for dinner? I can literally make anything, just say the word!"

Jenna still stands in the doorway, looking up at you. "You can't cook dinner, love, you're drunk."

She called you love! Yes!!

"I'm not drunk. I don't have my hiccups anymore, my vision is not that impaired and I can walk perfectly fine. You just saw me run!"

"You mistook a porch lamp for a moon and tried to protect me, Y/n."

Noooo! Back to the first name basis already!?

"Well—"

"You're sweating even if the air condition is turned on, your eyes look red so is your face."

"Okay, maybe—"

All you heard was a sigh before Jenna's lips met yours. Soft and delicate, it was the effect she had on you. You can melt like winter bathed in sunlight for the first time by the touch of her lips on yours.

"Earth to Y/n?"

Your eyes were still closed even after she pulled away, what an idiot you must've looked like.

You blink.

"Oh—oh, that's me. I'm Y/n." You cleared your throat. "Here, your clothes!" You bounced back almost immediately, but you swear your heart is still fluttering like crazy.

Jenna took the neatly folded pile of clothes on your hands, "Let's just take a shower, okay—"

You're practically bouncing with energy and utmost passion to help out your girlfriend with a simple sentence coming out of her mouth. "I'll draw a bath for you! Even scented candles and bubbles—wait, let's get you on the couch first."

Jenna smiles at you. Oh, how you've missed her. "You know, you don't have to do this, baby." She murmurs as she makes her way to the couch with your hand between hers, sinking into the soft cushions with a relieved sigh like she was a plushie.

"But I want to," you respond softly, handing her a bottle of water and arranging pillows for extra comfort. "It's the least I can do."

Fuck, she's too adorable. How in the hell did you manage to get into an argument with this perfect girl?

"I'll be right back, baby. Just relax, okay?" You reassure her, giving her a quick peck on the forehead before eagerly skipping to the bathroom like your life depended on giving your girlfriend the most luxurious bath of all.

It took a long while before you got everything in place. It was all 50% work and 50% taking a rest because you almost tripped and fell into the bathtub, eaten shit on the floor and the bath bomb, mistook rose petals for blood, almost dropped your phone into the water, and took numerous breaks to calm your vision and heartrate down.

Returning to the living room, you find Jenna lying down with her eyes shut, looking cozy and content.

Yet she was still tired.

Visible traces of exhaustion were etched on her face, her eyebrows are slightly creased even in her REM cycle, and her hand is curled into a fist as she constantly twists and turns in her sleep.

You wince at the sight.

You approach her quietly, gently brushing a strand of hair away from Jenna's face. You watch her breathing even out, her chest rising to her breaths. She looked dangerously ethereal.

"Y/n?"

How long have you been staring at her for?

You smiled, getting into the couch with her, wrapping your arms around her soft body, hoping that it felt like comfort to her like how she felt like undeniable solace to you. She was cold, very cold, but you couldn't help wrap your arms around her.

"Hey." You murmur, planting a soft kiss to her neck, "You okay? I drew a bath for you."

"Just for me?"

"Mhmm, why?"

"Aren't you going to take one? You reek of alcohol, baby."

"Harsh."

She laughs at you, sitting up and pulling you along with her. "Take a shower with me, there's enough space for two."

You smirk at her, "Ooooh, sexy."

Jenna could almost burn holes in your face, rolling her eyes with the same smile as yours, "We are not having sex, baby."

"Oh." You wince as you get up, taking Jenna along with you, "But seriously?"

"Seriously, you reek."

"And I thought you love me!"

"I do, just not the smell."

By the time you both got into the shower, you were marveling at Jenna's figure.

She seemed almost too flawless, simply too gorgeous not to appreciate fully. You could almost cry at the sight (which you did). She was too perfect not to.

Jenna turned to you, her wet hair cascading from her shoulders as you sat behind her, massaging her shoulders to relieve any stress and tension in her body. "You alright, baby? You're... crying."

"Sorry," You wiped your tears away with a light laugh, "You're too perfect, how could I not!?"

Jenna leaned into your touch, letting the warm water and scented candles warm her spirit as well as heart, the tension melting away under your gentle touch. "You're pretty perfect yourself, Y/n."

"Compared to you, I'm no one."

"Now that's the dumbest thing you've ever said."

You paused in your ministrations. "I made you cry, Jenna. Over something so stupid." You let your arms fall to her waist, wrapping them in a tight hug as you bring her closer to you, burying your head on the crook of her neck. "'M sorry. I shouldn't have blown up everything on you. I didn't mean anything."

Jenna sighed, her hands finding yours cuddled around her and intertwining each finger with hers. "I know you're just tired—"

"You are too. More tired than me but you never harmed me like how I harmed you." You whisper to her, your breath shaking, "I'll do better, Jenna. I'm sorry."

She hummed, turning her head to plant a delicate kiss on your cheeks. "I forgive you, Y/n. We all have our moments, you aren't any out of the ordinary."

You hummed softly against her skin.

"Also, please don't go out drinking again, okay? It's gonna turn out a bad habit for you."

"You smoke, Jenna. We aren't that different."

Jenna narrowed her eyes, "I will drown you, Y/n."

You laugh, placing a kiss on the corners of her lips. "I'm just joking!"

You continued to massage Jenna's shoulders, feeling your own stress and tension melt away as you kiss every patch of her skin.

"How come you still treat me so well even when you're drunk?" Jenna adjusted her position as she nestled between your legs, her own drawing up to her chin.

You scoff, "For the second time, I'm not drunk and I love you too much not to."

"That's a stupid reason."

"Excuse me?"

"What were exactly your exact words... Oh, 'Go away and see if I fucking care?'"

"You know I didn't mean it!"

"I do. But I wanna hear you say it."

You couldn't see Jenna's exact face, but you know she's wearing a shit-eating grin with the most stupidest and cutest dimples around her smile.

"I do care for you, Jenna. So much. I was a dumbass for saying that, a dick, even."

Jenna laughed, leaning in to rest on your shoulder, her hand gently guiding your head to face towards her.

She pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "I love you."

"Well, I care for you." You kissed her back.

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a/n: im surprised that this was so short also im back! my schedule is hectic and very stressful but im still alive for the most part

[yanderederee]

Aftermath…

July 21st, 2004

..T….nt…amitt….damnit…damn…damnit..daMniT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT

Chifuyu didn’t have the heart to stop him. Chifuyu has always been the one to rest a hand on Baji’s shoulder and stop him when he was being reckless.

However, this time, if Chifuyu were to even try to touch Baji, there was a guarantee that same arm would get bent.

Chifuyu couldn’t stop Baji’s assault on the subway tiles. “Damnit!!” Baji screamed once again. It was amazing how his voice hadn’t given up, going at this same pace for almost 11 hours now.

“Damnit!!” Baji yelled, finally losing vigor. Chifuyu ran to his side, helping his captain to his knees when he couldn’t take the overwhelming dig in his chest.

Baji was a victim too. He’d been forced into things no man ever should have to experience. Let alone a 13 year old kid, with what felt like the weight of the world on his back.

Baji couldn’t control the sobs that took him over in violent tremors. Chifuyu held Baji’s weak form, while they began to cry together.

“Damnit… I ..” Baji croaked out. Chifuyu held on tight, coursing his friend to talk.

Please, just talk to me. I know I can’t help. But please. Let me hurt for you.

“I couldn’t… I tried…” he sighed, blurry vision making out the wrappings on his arms, meant to heal the cuts and burns underneath. The blood that still stained them, because he kept opening the damn things wide open. Chifuyu doesn’t think it’s on purpose. Baji knows it is.

“Why… why does shit like this happen, to good fucking people!” Baji’s rage was slowly on the incline again. His temper may have been bad before, but the severe concussion and trauma he’d been forced to endure, he was uncontrollable.

“She didn’t do anything! Stayed out of toman, never skipped her dumb fucking curfew… S-she…” he bawled. Rage gave way to pain once again, and Chifuyu shook when he held tighter.

Baji almost whispered what came next, sending shivers down Chifuyu’s back.

“I couldn’t understand it before.. wanting to kill someone so badly. So seriously…” he evened out his tone and became stone. “But damnit..Chifuyu-“ he tried to keep the tough face, but as if immediately being brought back to earth, his walls crumbled all over again.

“None of it’s her fault, you’re right.” Chifuyu agreed, quickly following up. “We know who’s to blamed Baji. It’s okay.”

“We’ll get out revenge.”

It had only been two weeks since Toman and Yotsuya Kaiden fought .

…

July 11th, 2004

“…. I thought… we’d get …the chance…” you said softly, between hiccups you held back so harshly. “I had.. so much planned for…”

It was Tanabata after all. And it was long ruined.

“… I know.” Baji spoke into your hair. Ever since muscle in his body was sore, and shaking. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, cradling your head with his one good arm.

“Don’t worry baby, the gods will hear your prayers. I promise you that every god who ..” he paused, pulling away, and firmly cradling with all the softness there was left in him. “I promise, I will make the gods and humans alike, who let this happen. I will ..”

“I’ll make sure that every single one of your wishes come true.” He nuzzled his forehead against yours, uncontrollably letting tears flood past.

You could see Baji’s pupils become uneven, eyelids blinking over and over.. he was going to lose conciousness. “Baji-”

“Keisuke.” His voice broke once, hurt at the usage of his last name. “Pl..lease..” he closing his eyes when he held back a sob. “Please let me still be your Kei.”

…

Baji passed out immediately after those words, sobs racking him in and out of slumber, even still.

There was nothing more you wished to do than to cradle his broken form into you. It was so natural to follow those urges ever since you two agreed on dating.

But you couldn’t disturb him with the equally violent panic attacks what ripped through you without warning.

Nauseous, you felt hands wondering areas they never should have. Disgusted, scared—- you fell out of the hospital bed trying so hard to make it to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Chifuyu is stunned into tears when he finds your unconscious form collapsed on the floor, a pool of vomit only feet away.

“Oh god,” stunned when obversing the scene in front of him, he was horrified to actually catch your flickering gaze. Very in and out of consciousness. “Y/n, hey, it’s okay.” Chifuyu encouraged. He sat you up, and folded your knees under his grip, gently carrying you around the accidently and into the bathroom.

“Here,” he sat you by the toilet, discarding his hoodie, and rolled up his sleeves. “Only think about staying sat up against the wall.” He instructed, laying the back of his hand over your forehead.

“Doing great,” he smiled at you brilliantly when you managed to keep his gaze for longer than three seconds. “Take your tim-” he started, until another violent wave of nausea keeled you over the edge of the toilet suddenly.

Holding back a pitiful string of tears, Chifuyu bit his lip and pulled strands of hair from your face. “Let it out,” he kept going, adding considerable pressure into the small circles he rubbed into your back.

Chifuyu sat with you as you lethargically came back in and out of conciousness. Crying some seconds about how awful everything felt, dozing off peacefully into his chest, to worrying about Baji. This cycle repeated from the morning when he first came to check on you, til the nurses released him of his role, and shooed him out. He made sure they kept his hoodie for you to hold onto. Just in case.

“Why didn’t you call for a nurse earlier dumbass?!” Baji kicked Chifuyu’s waiting room chair harshly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think about it!” Chifuyu admitted bashful. “I just.. I couldn’t leave.” He shrugged, painfully.

“You’re a good guy, Chifuyu…” Baji said, his head felt like it was spinning while he cradled into his busted hands. “Thank you.. for staying by her.”

“I’m sticking by you too, yaknow.” Chifuyu shoved Baji softly. Baji gave Chifuyu a look over, before smiling. “Thanks…”

Baji would absolutely never in a million’s years admit just how terribly he was struggling. But being a good person, he couldn’t hide it for shit. Not this time.

“‘Kids just go round hitting eachother over the side of the hair for fun these days?”

…

“I just can’t believe the things these kids are getting themselves into anymore!”

…

“Ms Baji, this is serious.. he’s looking at a 3 month healing window, just from a glance…”

…

So much annoying chatter. His head was splitting open so damn bad, he honestly couldn’t really remember any for the next few days, if you’d asked him. Just a few core memories to get by.

He felt pathetic, the dizzy spells that took him down, out from his own feet. He was almost thankful that school was finally out for the semester, since remembering anything was difficult, but above all else, Nothing. Felt. Normal.

While recovering, there were so many times he would excuse himself to hide into a bathroom stall, and let whatever uncontrollable urge take over.

He felt so unlike himself at every given opportunity, uncomfortable in the way his friends and family alike would look at him.

Don’t look at me like that.

He wanted to snap back. And unfortunately, he did.

His sense of irritability spiking and diminishing quicker than a conversation could be held.

He’d get frustrated at the littlest of mistakes.

Baji couldn’t stand the look of pity everyone gave him when he slipped or slurred a word.

Yet, out of every person, he made dead honest effort to push pash every single symptom down, if only for a few minutes or hours.

Just to enjoy the feeling of comforting you.

Baji cries alone to himself more than ever, but he made, forced you into pinky promising him that should you ever, ever, ever, need him ever, for any reason. He would escape his hospital room and force his way into yours.

To be here with you, now. It’s past midnight, quiet and dark, easy on his dissipating headache. Baji heard you wake up with a gurgled, terrified scream.

The same scream that ripped him wide open in the first place.

Bolted, Baji came to witness your sweat stained hospital gown clinging to you while you were gathering your bearings, upright in the bed and panting, hyperventilating.

You held eachother the entire night, sharing sniffles, and tighter squeezes.

“How are you feeling?” You asked him, leaning against his chest, while he lay his back in your hospital bed.

“Nothin’ to worry about,” he gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m already halfway healed.”

You stare into him deeper, and knowing you were about to call his bluff, he looked away and chuckled. “Yeah, I’m hangin in there.” He answered honestly.

“But.. I’m seriously more worried about you,” he gently touched, his bad arm tucked into your side as you carefully considered it while cuddling into him closer.

As bad of a liar as you may be to him, you always made sure to wear this obvious mask of serenity. You rolled your eyes, as though being used to hearing this now.

“I’m not going to force it out of you,” Baji rested his forehead against the dip of your temple. “I have no idea what kind of things go on inside your head. Wish I did,” he chuckled shifting to kiss your cheekbone. “… you’re smart. I trust you…” he shifted your absent gaze, dewing up when he made deep eye contact.

“I trust you to talk to me,” he whispered again. “I’ll be anything you need, forever.”

“So when you’re ready, I’m here…”

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Replies! About the new boy once again, about twst girlies cosplaying, and about some other stuff.

Anonymous asked:

Any thoughts on the new (very) super tall boy, Skully J Graves? I saw his smile and was like, dang, who punched him in the jaw hard enough to knock some teeth out. Love his design tho. And we are getting Idia back in his Groom hairstyle. <333

Talked about my first impressions here; honestly, the more we look at him, the more we like him! All the elements seem to work rather well, like the gloves, the glasses, the knocked out teeth lol And his sprites are cute and expressive! Now that we kind of get what his vibes are, he is very intriguing. We’ll see~

Idia and his Groom hairstyle are so lovely to see!! It’s his signature hairstyle for Tim Burton parties lol His forehead is showing more this time, very smoochable. We also really loved how the colours of the event seem muted, or rather less saturated, and that gives Idia’s hair that lovely hue that we use from time to time when I draw him…..

Anonymous asked:

So now, with the NBC event out, we got more information on Skully, and apparently, he RECENTLY turned 16. Do you know what this means, ryu?? I have to simp in silence 😭 Otherwise a bunch of teens are coming after me. I've already seen posts about how we should stop simping after him because of his age reveal.

Despite the fact (small spoiler) that at the start of the event, he calls us "Dear", we wake up in his arms, he compliments our name and he kisses the back of our hand. Like??? 😭😭

Yeah, the loud ones jumped on that one like piranhas with all the posts about bad adults acting inappropriate towards this 2d boy whose more well-known affair for now is that he kissed everyone’s hands like a young gent he is lol And he really did call us “dear” huh… (those are the only things I know about him so far btw, once again, yada yada, haven’t watched anything yet)

Even if you simp in silence, do it with your head up and with pride, Anon: the boy was written exactly for that reason, and no amount of gatekeeping can take him away from you. 💪🔥 It’s even better that they write those posts anyway because now you know precisely who to block to avoid negative attention!

Characters’ ages are arbitrary, and the fact that the moment this “16” dropped everyone started losing their minds even though they were perfectly okay before is a good proof of that.

Honestly, I’m glad that he “just turned 16”: bratty younger character that clings to the older ones is a very juicy trope.

Anonymous asked:

this is personal opinion i just want to put into the world but i like to think leona would gain a bit of weight in age

lazy bitch, once he actually graduates and isn't forced to do a sport weekly and lives in a palace again i think he would

maybe i just want him to have a lil belly and fatter tits and ass lol

 (this is related to this post)

Anon, this is SUCH a good point!! I can also see him becoming chubbier in this scenario. Leona the fat cat…literally. He’ll get Garfield’ed… Garfielt. With his fat tits and lil belly…

I opened my mouth to say that he would probably still be somewhat active but closed it immediately; nah he wouldn’t!

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

You can still be a bottom if you face fuck your top Idia-

He is too scared, his top is one of those who bite the dicks off lol Azul just wants some cuddles!

Anonymous asked:

Do you watch demon slayer? If nt, ignore this, but I feel like female Kalm would be like Mitsuri.

On a seperate note, in your opinion, which of the genderswaps would wear Mitsuri's uniform and which of them would or wouldn't mind it?

We haven’t watched it yet, so unfortunately I can’t say for certain, but based on vibes only I’d say that you’re probably right lol And she wouldn’t mind wearing that uniform either I think! Yeah it’s a bit revealing, but she is probably the type of girl that doesn’t see anything wrong with it – she is kind of innocent…

I think all of them should wear it once, but the smaller-sized girlies would probably think that this is ridiculous, especially Idia who prefers to cosplay faceless knights, mechas or MAYBE boys, but not this… not something like this…

Azul would look very good wearing it too, but the price one would have to pay for her to wear it is ridiculous, it’d be cheaper to buy a house…

Out of every possible universe there might exist a universe in which Floyd decides that it would be fun to wear it, but it would probably look even smaller and skimpier on her. Riddle would get a heart attack.

Silver wouldn’t mind wearing it if it makes mother happy <3 In fact, once Lilia tries it on herself and figures that it doesn’t look very cute on her, she’ll ask Silver, Malleus AND Sebek to wear it for her. All of them are busty, so it would look good! If they indulge her of course (they will). It’s even in Diasomnia colours! Kind of, sort of!

Anonymous asked:

Have you watched bsd before? (Bunguo stray dogs) And if you did are you planning to draw them?

We watched it once back when it was only 2 seasons I think?? We kind of binged it and never revisited it, so neither of us remembers anything about it, to be honest lol

But there is at least one Akutagawa sketch somewhere in this blog because we liked him the most…

[fierceawakening]

Disappointed in me for what? I’m pretty sure I’m just acting like a garden variety neurodivergent person.

People love to SAY that’s okay on here, but when it’s about their thing they absolutely lose it.

Which like… okay, but going through my life not asking what people mean because they’re doing the neurotypical thing again is… what my whole life was like when I was trying to pretzel myself into being a Good Leftist in the oughts, and was deeply psychologically unhealthy because I was letting people lead me by the nose rather than asking.

This also happened on my blog, in my space. I didn’t go attack prismatic, they felt “summoned” by a mutual and engaged even though they didn’t want to. That’s not my fault. That’s them being squishy about their own boundaries and belatedly blaming me.

I was personally just hoping people who know me and know what I meant would talk to me on that sort of level: “yeah, Zionist has become a fraught word, but personally I still use it because XYZ.” Or “I don’t use the term Zionist for myself, and it makes me sad that other people think I’m judging them. I don’t use it because ABC.”

Instead a whole giant community decided to swarm my post, read it in bad faith, and decide I need to fuck my self with unhygienic sharp objects even once I EXPLAIN that I’m neurodivergent and I don’t know just what the NT nebulous concept of rights is because the formal “stuff a government codifies” makes sense so I usually go with that.

If neurodivergent people belong in the world, as we all so loudly say we do, then I did nothing wrong and I can’t stop you from feeling disappointed but I don’t know why your disappointment should make me stop acting like myself.

If you’d rather not see me act like myself, there’s an unfollow button. Or you could still follow, but avoid posts where I, in my own space, where I am allowed to do it, ask “what the fuck is up with x concept?” That would work too.

Later! 💜 Keep yourself safe.

[watashime-ciel]

my personal Rhythm Heaven headcanons

•at the moment i started typing this i had no electricity (12/4/2023 15:29) but ok lol

-DJ Yellow is very good at practically all subjects at school, except for math. he sleeps most of the year, so he has to intensify his grades in 2 weeks before the school year ends, and math is a pain. so while he studies, he asks Blue for help with "Whatever an ecuation is..." (still learning stuff from high school because he never intensified his math grades that much)

-J.J and Cecil live together in an apartment in Tokyo, while DJ Yellow and Blue live together in another apartment somewhere 40 minutes away from Tokyo. this makes both DJs wake up earlier to catch the train to get to school, which is a hard task for Yellow. this man either goes to sleep at 6am or doesn't sleeps at all. how do you want him to be at the train station at 6:10am to catch the train, travel for 40 minutes, get to Tokyo at 6:50am and walk to school to get there at 7:15am? think again mister, that's not a possible action on this dude. better wait until the update comes. /lh

-DJ Yellow dresses up with whatever he wants. this includes skirts, dresses, all kinds of feminine clothes. because why not? it's his gender expression, let him be, brother. don't be surprised if he shows up at a convention dressed up as Rui Kamishiro and in day 2 he is cosplaying Hatsune Miku NT. while he's happy then it's okay, isn't it?

-important headcanon: the school everyone in Rhythm Heaven +my RH ocs go to is an all-in-one school. from primary school to college, university, everything. so yeah, they're technically adults, young adults, that even if they have a job they go to school to learn basics such as math, history, etc, BUT with rhythm. there's an interesting story about this school that is located in, SURPRISE, Tokyo (not really. all fictional), but today is not the day or time to talk about it (my 4g data is limited and so is my battery- plz electricity come back quick)

-DJ Yellow's favourite music artists, groups and bands are: More!More!Jump!, Wonderlands x Showtime, Steampianist, Hello, Happy World!; RAISE A SUILEN, Raychell, Skrillex, Mitchie M, Pastel*Palettes, Nightcord at 25:00, MARETU, DECO*27, Eve, Vivid BAD Squad, Alan Walker, all of the D4DJ groups but specially Happy Around!, all of the Heathers Musical songs, Kawaii Sprite, GHOST And Pals, Banshee, RudyWade, Goreshit and, most importantly, an 80% of remixes of the Monster song (you look up Monster remix and you tell me when you know what i'm talking about)

-Blue's favourites: Cuarteto de Nos, GHOST And Pals, Daisuke-P, Omoi, Kikuo, Jakeneutron, KairikiBear, Roselia, Steampianist, Nayutailen, TOPHAMHAT-KYO, Lemon Demon, FAKE TYPE., girl in red and The Living Tombstone

-J.J and Cecil have similar taste in music, such as last note., wowaka, Wind Rose, Lemon Demon, Afterglow, Roselia, Leo/Need, The GazettE, GOLDEN BOMBER, HACHI... but Cecil is a bit different on his playlists, since he has Bluey music added such as Keepy Uppy and Lollipop Yum Yum Yum, and maybe some Imagination Movers music

-everyone speaks japanese and english, buuuuuut: Yellow speaks spanish (Spanish, Mexican, Colombian, neutral, Chilenian and Argentine accent), he's learning French and is interested in Hawaiian. Blue speaks Indonesian more fluently than Japanese or English, since he was born and raised his first 7 years of life in Indonesia. J.J speaks Italian, which is his 'original' language (?). and Cecil knows a bit of French and Hawaiian. super convenient for Yellow, but he's not talking with "one of those guys". yeaaaah the Rockers vs DJs conflict has been going on for a while now

thats all i can share as for now. i really wish my electricity comes back soon, i cannot live with 4g and less than 80% of battery for a week. remember all of these are headcanons and theres NO NEED to attack or negatively criticize them if you don't like em. tenkius :P

[lauriel816]

Okay that's it for the documentary liveblogging. But before I bring it to a close, by the end of it I'd like to ramble a bit more about the visual effects they added for the intro subtitles. Here you can see it:

It's titled "All or Nothing". And after a second of flashing on and off the top line fades away, only "Nothing" left. This is quite interesting, and really makes you think because we all know that Germany NT blew it again while this documentary was filming. Nothing gained from this disappointing world cup. If you take it as a question -- "All or nothing?" -- then "Nothing" is the answer Germany NT gave.

Well, it looks like Amazon Prime has already dropped a hint here that this is a journey that ended up nowhere. Not like it's a big deal but for a sports documentary giving the biggest spoiler at the intro is not what I consider a wise idea.

Then, out of curiosity I looked into some other seasons of this series. And guess what -- Despite some slight variations they all look the same. The subtitles fade in and fade out as a whole throughout the transition. As for the GNT documentary, an exception, it seems.

It's like Germany NT's so fucked up at world cup that Amazon Prime decided to add a warning at the intro, that this is a really disappointing journey for all and if you're looking for any hopeful sign you'd find nothing here.

[xdominiklivakovicx]

Got tagged by @crimsonicarus tysm for tagging me :]

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Name:

Ashley. You can call me that, but you can also call me Ash, Ashie or Trashley; I got this one from my friends from my former school, but you can also call me that. They thought it's funny so did I hehe.

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Sign:

Cancer ☀| Capricorn 🌙| Libra 🌅

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Time:

A bit later than 15:30 in my timezone

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Favorite Band / Artist:

Nirvana, Sex Pistols, The Ramones, The Scorpions, Black Sabbath, Weezer, Rammstein, Guns n' Roses, Green Day, Prljavo Kazaliste, Let 3, Termiti, Brkovi, The Kinks, The Beatles

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Last Movie:

The last movie I watched is Paddington. Okay I really love this movie and it's characters and I could literally relate to that little bear. When I was new in school I thought I was a complete stranger for some reason, and I still try to fit in just like he tried to fit in London, but we both did try and it was worth it

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Last show:

I have no idea which is the last show I watched, but it might be the Cuphead Show from Netflix which I watched few months ago? I really enjoyed that show because I am a big fan of 1930's cartoons, but this one was made in modern times, but it is still kinda accurate. I don't watch series that much tho-

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When did I create this blog:

Oof...I have no idea- at first it was my primarly art acc, but then during the World Cup I decided to be a Livi fanpage because I was kinda not sure if I really want to share anything about football, but I did it anyway and I am very proud hehehe

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Other blogs:

@nikitatheweasel2 my art acc!

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Do I get asks?

Of course! Sometimes art requests about 100 faces of Croatia NT, few asks, mostly appreciations from mutals and friends which I am very VERY grateful! Ily guys sm! <3

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Followers:

Lovely people that I very much appreciate! Every single one of you equally :>

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Average hours of sleep:

As an insomniac person I get 0 hours of sleep, but I do have to take sleeping pills so yeah my average hours might roll from 6 to 8. It depends if my dog manages to wake me up early in the morning, so yeah

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Instruments:

I'm currently playing bass guitar and I am actually doing pretty well. I am a self taught guitarist, so it is already easier for me to play it, buuuut for my fingers...oh well...they do become blue when I stop playing because of the strings

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What am I currently wearing:

I am still wearing my Livi T-shirt that I bought from Dinamo fanshop when I was in Zagreb (it's my new favorite shirt) and some black short leggins because it's HOT outside

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Dream Job:

Omg. Wildlife Rehabilitator. I love animals so much and I always wanted to help some poor creature that needs it. They sure will have to spend some time in captivity, but my favorite part will be releasing them to their wild lives once they get better. I can also take care of sick and orphaned animals, but I do have to be careful to not get infected with illness or if I have to take care of predatory birds, I have to make sure they don't hurt me

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Dream Trip:

You ask a person who has a lot of dream destinations, but okay I'll tell you some of my dream trips:

Perth - Australia

St Peteryburg - Russia

Dubai - UAE

Detroit, Michigan - USA

Vancouver - Canada

Zagreb - Croatia (Yes I want to visit this wonderful city again sometime)

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Andddd that's it! I'm tagging

@mcity-xe @calm-smol @ivapiva @crocvnts @steadydinosaurcherryblossom

[ikram1909]

https://x.com/imiasanmia/status/1569296667630878720?s=46&t=0c9eC4Nl52Xs4BR0xnfrTQ

he’s also said good things about gavi btw. i get the concern but im sorry i dont think him saying someone deserved an award over gavi (which i do not agree with btw) is a justification for not hiring him lol, how do you know how he treats youngsters 😭 specifically ones that are on his team. players, coaches, etc all will say things about their own players deserving an award over another and it’s not personal and i doubt gavi cares that much. and he is in fact a great coach and the best option.

How does that excuse what he said before? I just think anyone willing to dog pile on a kid shouldn't be anywhere near an institution that's overly reliant on kids. You can downplay it as much as you want but his statement was used to further abuse Gavi on the internet and if that's a non issue for you then that's your business but it will always be an issue for me. I hate dickheads and he's a big one no matter how much you try to justify what he said. And if you're okay with Gavi stressing over having a coach that belittled him in front of the whole world on top of recovering from his injury then again that's your business. Not to mention that the prick is literally Germany nt's current coach and is hardly even an option nvm the best one.

[sungbeam]

i'm gonna rb nt to boost it & do a full review on it but i just wanted to thank u for changing my life w/ that 2 part changmin story 🙏🙏 THE LORE & WORLDBUILDING IS SOOO GOOD also i love ur little twists on the different mythology 😭 u didn't just take some random folklore out of the internet & called it a day but actually took the time to make them unique & ur own 🤞

SPOILER FILLED COMMENTARY:

i genuinely thought the alpha would be bang chan b/c....... i just think it would be so funny 😍😍 a little teehee if u will

the amount of "sweetheart" being used is so....... IM NOT COMPLAINING BUT LIKE TONE IT DOWNNNNNDGDJSJDJ HEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEH

the side couples go crazy. was kicking my feet & giggling at sangyeon & lily!!! almost went "awwww :(((" at mika & sena until....... 🙄🙄🙄

IDK WHY Y/N DIDN'T GO FOR KEVIN EARLIER B/C AT THAT MOMENT??? I WOULD'VE TAKEN HIM UP ON THAT OFFER ☝️❗️ peaceful community??? well protected??? a JOB offer in THIS economy???? A KEVIN????

MIKA CAN SUCK IT!!! WHAT IS WRONG W/ HER 🗣🗣🗣❓️❓️❓️

that confession scene took TOO long but it was SOOOO worth it...... it's so similar to bridgerton-esque confessions of love & that's the beauty of it 🫡 it's so "i burn for you" coded

NOA MY BELOVED SJFNKSJD thank u for the spoiler alert warning thing LOL BUT AHAGDJ THANK U FOR READING NIGHT TERRORS, MY LABOR OF LOVE 😭😭😭 it brought a huge smile to my face during my bio lecture when i saw ur ask (omg me on my phone during class?? crazy) LIKE THANK U THANK U THANK U??? and sknfkejjf i really didn't want it to be like wattpad paranormal so i tried to give some things a little tweak 😭💀

PLS. BANGCHAN WOULD HAVE DEF BEEN AN ALPHA IN ANOTHER WORLD LIKE. im all for alpha wolf bangchan i have a wip of that somewhere around here— also im a simp and sucker for the changmin sweetheart agenda 😭 i would've put in more but ,,, we must kill our darlings 💔💔💔

okay i soooo feel u w the kevin thing 🤧 i almost forgot that kev was NOT ENDGAME WHEN WRITING THAT PART 💔💔💔 I LITERALLY HAD A CRISIS LIKE ... IN ANOTHER LIFE WOLFIE KEV IM SAWRY (a job offer in THIS economy u r SO RIGHT)

bro ur right w the confession omg "i burn for u" SO TRUE AKFNKSNF THATS WHAT I WAS GOING FOR AND LIKE TOUCH HER U DIE TYPE SHIT HAHAHA

but anyways this reply got kind of long whoopsie 😭😭 just wanted to say thank u again for reading bae :'))) 💖💖

[nightfallsystem]

hoes mad + idc + didnt ask + L + cope + ratio + m*nor + qu**r + basic + git gud + no rizz + material gworl 💅💅💅💅💅 + you're illegal + #slayyy + cringe culture is still alive + CANCELLED!!! + rickrolled + didn't ask + who asked + n**rod*v*rg*nt + not funny didn't laugh + not based + cringe + EZ + please go outside to touch some grass + kys + i hope you get followed by pornbots + your loss + get a life + f*rry + 🤢 + 🤮 + 🤡 + 🤓 + incorrect + mald, seethe, and cope harder + spelling error + grammar error + punctuation error + bluepilled + you get no bitches + grammar issure + *you're + i am rapidly approaching your exact location + you hung your sibling + g*y + a*t*st*c + ratio again + sussy baka + In 1981, the world's first general purpose digital computer, the ENIAC, was released + final ratio + triggered + the audacity + MORE MORE, MORE MORE, MORE MORE, MORE MORE... JUMP! + you fell off + problematic + ad hominem + my reaction to that information + i saw what you deleted + any askers + okay and? + donowalled + You're a waste of air, you're the reason people are dying, maybe it would be best if you just died.

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u say "get a life" but you send this to a random 14 year old on the internet lol

[archie-gray]

Hello! Can I ask you in your belgium nt capacity about youri tielemans? Is he good/do we rate him? He seems sweet and his stats from the last Belgium game were nuts

hii yes please always ask me about the belgians i’m always happy to talk about them! just a warning that this will be 1) biased bc he’s belgian and i love him and 2) very long and disorganized im going into this with no layout in mind

okay so youri is currently coming off his worst season in a while but don’t let that scare you, he’s actually very good in my opinion. also villa getting him for FREE is the best transfer of this entire window, that’s huge!

a little bit of history on him: he went through the anderlecht youth academy which has been called “the best talent factory in belgium” (romelu lukaku, dries mertens, vincent kompany, marouane fellaini are all big name products of the academy)

he made his first team belgian debut in 2016 at 19 years old. he was one of the youngest guys on the squad then and is now one of the last remaining links between the “golden generation” and the new generation. he was called up to the 2018 world cup squad and played a few matches, most notably in the 2-0 win against england in which he performed well. he helped belgium secure their best ever finish in the world cup and after that has been a regular starter for belgium.

okay now a bit about his playing. he initially started as a defensive midfielder because his long range passing is incredible but after a while switched to being an attacking midfielder because of his impressive shot power, scanning and ability to play with both feet. he can play as either an attacking, central or defensive midfielder but for belgium he usually plays as the first two, not sure what position he played primarily in leicester but i assume the same! he doesn’t have a huge number of g/a to his name but that’s not where he shines, when played in his optimal position he’s a very good support player and chance creator.

i think he’s been pretty overlooked both in the prem and in belgium as well. when opposing fans are worried about leicester for example, we talk more about maddison or barnes, but he was their second best player (according to fotmob) even in his worst season so i think that tells you something. ALSO i just remembered, i’m pretty sure leicester won the FA cup one year because of youri’s absolute screamer of a goal, i’d have to double check that though. he’s also only 26 so getting him for free is such a steal (i’m very jealous i want him at spurs we need to start filling our belgian quota again.)

personality wise i adore him. he’s got such a gorgeous smile like i’m obsessed, he’s always smiling in belgium bts videos :,) he’s a very chill guy, 2 kids and a wife, no big scandals to his name from my knowledge, he’ll blend in nicely with the av squad! a bit on the quieter side in bigger groups of people but that might just be because everyone on the belgium squad are loudmouths lmfao he’s a sweetheart though i love him very much.

i was watching this video the other day with him (he’s the one sitting in the middle) in it, it gives a tiny insight on his personality but more importantly it shows you how pretty his smile is 😌

i can’t think of what else to say but tl:dr, yes we rate him, i think under the right coaching he’ll soar! if you want to talk about anything else regarding him let me know, you can message me or send an ask again i’d love to talk about him some more!!!

[conduitandconjurer]

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2,841 posts reblogged (84%)

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@i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky

@stcndupeight

@positiveautistic

@resplendent-ragamuffin

I tagged 2,259 of my posts in 2022

Only 34% of my posts had no tags

#ooc - 562 posts

#s3 spoilers - 247 posts

#ic - 156 posts

#sexy trash (self) - 149 posts

#show me my silver lining (self) - 129 posts

#klaus hargreeves - 87 posts

#meta - 81 posts

#face (robert sheehan) - 80 posts

#dumb puppy (nathan) - 75 posts

#sobriety is(nt) overrated (recovery tag) - 64 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#he's so desperate to get everyone on board with the character that he still doesn't like but whom he (mistakenly) believes has faith in him

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Okay but I’m going to cry at Klaus’s inherent selflessness.  For years the character has been accused of being the most selfish of the siblings, and I have never grasped where that comes from, aside a societal bigotry against addicts, an ableist victim-blaming mentality, but how can you watch the scene where he is dying, again, in excruciating pain, but using his ability to conjure to help Luther say goodbye to a woman they both just met like a week ago--and STILL call him fundamentally selfish?   He uses these bewildering abilities that have traumatized him all his life, to give comfort to his loved ones. 

I know Klaus is disastrously flawed (aren’t we all) but.  Please do not tell me Klaus is anything but ride-or-die for his family, and one of the most astoundingly accepting, compassionate people in the world. I think what’s so beautiful and compelling about it is that it can also be deemed a flaw--to be so forgiving and trusting that you would even let your primary abuser back into your life, thinking he could be “better now.” Being inevitably betrayed by Reginald again, in the most painfully resonant way, and STILL! STILL! Virtually MOMENTS later, having the capacity to show kindness to your brother so he doesn’t have to feel the pain you felt, of never having closure to say goodbye to the person you adore, and only having dog tags to remember him by. 

I love you. There is no courage quite like compassion.  You are braver than anyone knows. 

211 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

#4

I’m trying to figure out how to articulate how gutted and desolate I feel about the wedding reception scene, where Klaus goes to every single sibling shy of Allison and tries to convince them to figure out a way to save the world with Reginald.

I’m trying to understand why it makes me nauseous and weepy that he asks Five, and Five is for once the one who has given up and is seeking solace in substance abuse, and Klaus lets him with the first expression of annoyed disappointment I’ve ever seen on his face toward a sibling. 

I’m trying to process how I feel that Lila treated him like an agent of malice and threatened to torture him if he spoke to Diego.

I’m trying to not actually outright sob that he called Luther “baby” and “Lulu” and begged him as desperately as during the days when he was stealing money and valuables for another fix, to consider his new addiction--a fictitious, delusional idea of a real bond with their father, in order to “find his purpose”--and Luther is so desperate to not spend the end of their lives in any form of discomfort (understandable and actually, an interesting mirror) that he bellows at Klaus so loudly, that Klaus ends up curled into a ball, ears covered, audibly whimpering.  It was an exact replica of the times in S1 (in the rave) and S2 (being shot at by Commission agents) when he was covering his ears and freezing from a PTSD flashback.  The way when Luther apologizes and hugs him, he just hangs there in his arms and immediately placates with “sure, that sounds nice,” the way he is just USED to being dismissed out of hand by loved ones, even when they have not even a day of existence in all the universe left....

I’m trying to explain to myself and anyone reading this why this makes me sadder and sicker than the actual “bus-ball” scene in which he repeatedly killed himself to find that sense of purpose, of human value. 

How desperate do you have to still be, to be valued by somebody else, anybody else, that you’ll be complicit with your cardinal abuser, and help him to recruit your siblings in perpetuating that abuse? 

I’m the first person to say Klaus has grown in leaps and bounds this season. And yes, I know that his suicide in the White Buffalo Room marks that he has broken free of Reginald and really is beginning to grasp that he has value irrespective of all Reginald pretended to offer. But it’s still AGONIZING. 

And it makes me sad. It makes me sad that he still has this IMMUTABLE capacity to LOVE.  That he goes to Sparrow Ben and softens him and comforts him, gets him to “open up his kimono.”  That he, ONLY he, pays any attention to Allison, and escorts her onto the dance floor, WITHOUT snubbing Viktor:

That he treats Sloane with unreserved happiness, with compassion, and officiates the wedding.  Like look at his face in the bg when she comes off the elevator: 

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256 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

#3

If he didn’t believe this about every single person whom he loves, he’d be so much better off...but then he wouldn’t be Klaus <3 

283 notes - Posted August 7, 2022

#2

I know a thousand other people have articulated it better than I have, and I miss the days when people listened to my character meta (on other blogs) but it will never get old to me how Klaus cheerleads and emotionally supports others--sometimes deservedly, and sometimes not-- with the blind adoration of the biggest idiot,  yet you can tell it’s 100% pure and with 120% conviction: 

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299 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Klaus Hargreeves’s REAL superpower isn’t straddling both sides of the Veil or resuscitating and regenerating bodily damage or astral projection or levitation or even conjuring and exorcising ghosts....

It’s being able to get along with ANYONE and EVERYONE, lol.  It’s making people who hate everyone find him tolerable. It’s his irrepressible affability. Ingratiating is too strong and negatively-connoted a word, but it’s in that ballpark.  Got a new dangerous foe? Just send in Klaus, the funky queer Human Hug, to charm them into feeling relaxed, heard, and valued. 

“Why am I smiling and when did I start smiling?” they think, baffled. Because Klaus, that’s why. The “King of Death” is better than anyone else at making others feel ALIVE. 

961 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

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Key Pregnancy Tests

Essential Pregnancy Screenings: What You Need to Know

This is an exciting time, but it can also be a bit overwhelming with all the tests and screenings your doctor might mention. If you are like me, reading the names of these tests makes me feel uncertain and somewhat uneducated so I am going to try and break down these important pregnancy tests in a way that’s easy to understand for everyone.

Pregnancy tests aren’t just about peeing on a stick anymore! Once you’re expecting, there’s a whole world of screenings that help keep you and your baby healthy. These range from simple blood pressure checks to more complex tests that look at your baby’s development.

Nuchal Translucency Screening

Okay, let’s start with Nuchal Translucency screening, or NT for short. Don’t let the name scare you – it’s actually a pretty cool test!

It’s a special ultrasound done between weeks 11 and 13 of your pregnancy. The doctor looks at the back of your baby’s neck to measure the amount of fluid there.

Why do it? It helps check if your baby might have a higher chance of conditions like Down syndrome or heart problems. But remember, it’s not a guarantee – it just gives you an idea of the odds.

How accurate is it? When combined with some blood tests, it can spot about 90-95% of Down syndrome cases which I think is pretty impressive, right?

The cool part? You get to see your little one on the screen! It’s a great chance to bond with your baby and maybe even get a cute ultrasound pic for the fridge.

Placental Tissue Sampling

Next up is something called Chorionic Villus Sampling, or CVS. It sounds complicated and more like something you catch!

It’s a test where doctors take a tiny sample of the placenta (the organ that feeds your baby) to check for any genetic issues.

When is it done? Usually between weeks 10 and 13 of pregnancy.

Is it for everyone? Not necessarily. Doctors usually suggest it if you’re over 35, have a family history of genetic conditions, or if other tests have shown something that needs a closer look.

One thing to note: I don’t want to scare you but I do want to be up front and honest with you, there’s a small risk of miscarriage with this test (about 1-2%), so make sure to chat with your doctor about whether it’s right for you.

Pregnancy-Associated Plasma Protein Screening (PAPP-A)

The PAPP-A for short.

What’s it all about? It’s a blood test that looks at a hormone made by the placenta.

When does it happen? Usually between weeks 11 and 14 of your pregnancy.

Why is it important? Low levels of this hormone might mean a higher chance of some pregnancy complications. But don’t panic if your levels are low – most pregnancies with low PAPP-A turn out just fine!

What happens if it’s low? Your doctor might want to keep a closer eye on you and your baby, maybe with some extra ultrasounds. They might also suggest taking a low dose of aspirin to help prevent any issues.

Remember, dealing with stress during pregnancy is important, so try not to worry too much about test results. Your healthcare team is there to support you every step of the way!

Prenatal Genetic Testing

Now let’s talk about a test called amniocentesis. It’s a bit more involved than the others we’ve discussed.

What is it? The doctor takes a small sample of the fluid around your baby to check for genetic conditions.

When is it done? Usually between weeks 15 and 20 of pregnancy.

Is it always necessary? Not at all. Just like PTS, it’s usually offered to women who are over 35, have a family history of genetic conditions, or if other tests have shown something that needs a closer look.

How accurate is it? Very! It’s about 99% accurate in detecting genetic abnormalities.

Again keep in mind there’s a small risk of miscarriage (about 1 in 200), so it’s important to discuss the pros and cons with your doctor.

Oral Glucose Tolerance Test (OGTT)

This test is all about checking for gestational diabetes. Don’t worry, it’s not as scary as it sounds!

What happens? You’ll drink a super sweet drink (it’s like a really sugary soda) and then have your blood tested to see how your body handles the sugar.

When is it done? Usually between weeks 24 and 28 of pregnancy.

Why is it important? Gestational diabetes can cause problems for you and your baby if it’s not managed, but the good news is that it’s totally treatable once you know you have it.

This test involves fasting overnight.

Group B Strep Screening

Last but not least, let’s talk about Group B Strep screening.

What is it? It’s a test to check for a type of bacteria that many women have without even knowing it.

When does it happen? Usually between weeks 35 and 37 of pregnancy.

Why does it matter? While this bacteria is usually harmless for adults, it can sometimes cause problems for newborns. But don’t worry – if you test positive, doctors can give you antibiotics during labor to protect your baby.

The good news? This screening has been super effective in reducing infections in newborns.

Conclusion

These tests are just tools to help ensure you have a healthy pregnancy. They’re not about judging you or your baby, just about giving you the best care possible.

It’s natural to feel a bit anxious about all these tests, but try to see them as positive steps in your pregnancy journey. They’re helping you and your healthcare team make informed decisions about your care.

Remember, every pregnancy is unique, and what’s right for one mom might not be necessary for another. Always chat with your doctor about which tests are recommended for you and why.

Stay positive and tell yourself that you’re doing great, and before you know it, you’ll be holding your little one in your arms. Here’s to a happy, healthy pregnancy!

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assorted post-atc test day ramblings and blogging ahead (sorry idk how to do a readmore lol)

The past few days have been so unforgettable I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all... I literally feel reborn, like a totally new person starting a totally new chapter of life! I haven't felt this happy in a long time, that sort of happiness that's mixed with so many other intense emotions and makes your head spin a little (my favourite). I mean the day of testing was absolutely brutal, like nothing I've ever experienced before, but honestly it was so invigorating - and definitely very motivating after passing everything lol. I'd been having some serious doubts about whether I could do it, feeling like my weird brain would sabotage me and prove that I wasn't cut out for the only dream job I've ever had, so yeah lmao I did quite enjoy the ego massage of doing really well and not even finding the tests super difficult.

Outside of the testing there was so much that was just... intoxicating in the best way. Travelling solo for one, cos I think that's one of the greatest things on earth, but really it was the people that I met that just filled me with such a feeling of, well, I guess love? As an aromantic I struggle with the idea of love, but personally this is my equivalent; a love of humanity and human connection and sharing the same experiences while coming from such different backgrounds. It's probably inevitable that you'll bond if you're thrown into a room together to do ridiculously intense assessments all day, but genuinely I've never felt so excited and chill and myself around literal strangers like I did this week. There's always so much hiding when you're queer/trans/brown/ND in majority cishet/white/NT spaces, but there was something about being around other people with the same weird niche interest that was fucking liberating.

I mean, this was the first time I've ever met other people (especially other people of my own age!) who are also nerdy about not just aviation, but air traffic control specifically - like, in day-to-day life you talk about this stuff and most people are like "ummm okay u do u", but holy shit... to be able to infodump to people who are also interested in the very same thing and ACTUALLY WANT a conversation about it is incredible! (Which yeah, is sort of sad when you think about it cos what a low bar, but society is just anti-autistic like that ig.) We just *got* each other on that level, and makes me hunger even more than I already did to be in this world because this really fucking proves to me that this is where I belong tbh.

There's also something so electrifying to me about random brief connections like this, when you know you'll probably never see them again (aside from the other people who got into the next stage of interviewing, ily cya in a few months!). Definitely not the first person to say this, but there really is a level of honesty and openness that this kind of experience creates that is legitimately beautiful to me. We spent hours partying together and sharing so much conversation, no small talk in sight, just learning about each other. The next day I was hopping from city to city with this one guy as we tried to navigate our way to the airport (there was a storm that had shut down almost all transport) and even that, although stressful, was a fucking adventure and I really sort of loved it and we got pretty deep into some fascinating chats. And like I literally asked some random people if I could take the last seat in their Uber cos I overheard they were going to the airport too, and that is not something I EVER thought I could do as someone who's often too scared to approach people in public lol.

Depression has been telling me for the past year that I'm not capable of shit, so this was the biggest and best fuck you to that because oh my god I actually CAN!!!! I can do shit!!!! It may not all seem like much to others, but I'm actually proud of myself and am seriously riding on this high rn. I'm treating this as a new lease on life and I'm gonna keep this energy going as much as I can, because my future is seeming more and more like a thing that will actually happen. I just like... ugh I love all the people I met so much in a way that would probably sound weird if I told them, cos it's not really "love" but just absolute awe at the whole experience and how amazing people can be. Intoxicating honestly is the best word I can use to describe it.

Also literally the first person who said hi to me on the test day was a fellow gay lol, I guess the gaydars of aspiring ATCOs are just that good ;) Anyway onwards and fucking upwards, next stop is the interview and then...? The thought of it is too much I can't even write it down lkjdfsdajkfljkdkjdlkj