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[starcatching]

SEONGHWA ATEEZ at COACHELLA 2024, Weekend 2

[mellosdrawings]

Now I want to see the losers club. :)

Are you referring to the ACTUAL Losers' Club (aka the Stephen King's Losers Club) or my band of completely unlucky morons ? Whichever the case, you're getting more N2 Squad x)

Here's some random doodles I did to try and get their dynamics for an attempt at fanfic.

(With a very self-indulgent side of Jamil & Ruggie)

[summerlimeismethebrony]

She has bewitched me....

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Princess Lily

[giolovesyousm]

Day 13 of Deadboyween Weeks:

Pre-Canon

What is it with you? Why you feel so specially familiar? It's like our souls have been knowing each other very long before we did. This sense of warmth, is it the lantern you're holding or my spirit recognising you?

We could achieve great things together, we did already, maybe we should retrace our steps. I can tell you've been here longer than I have, what kind of awful place made you this kind? Why are you assisting a lost child no one could care about.

I've always wondered what it meant to be known deeply, your gaze makes me feel suddenly understood, we're similar I can sense it, we're not living in the same life are we, are we even living a life? Perhaps we found each other in the past one. It must have been satisfactory if, after all, we found each other again, cutting through time and space.

[cursedbanalities]

Is it even possible to do routines? Like, how can people do things every single day without break?

[tsunadesupremacist]

yall don't understand the love that i have for sakura's og curmudgeon-ass haircut. she looks so spunky with it she's so adorable! and i love the colouring of her hair too! i wish they had at least kept this hairstyle for her!

as much as i do like kishimoto's later art style, there's just something so charming and different with his early naruto art style. it may have been messier than his later works, but it had its own unique charm AND there's no same face syndrome.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Dead Cat Tail Assassins

fast-paced fantasy novella about an undead assassin - with no memory of her life or why she signed up to be resurrected after death

when she’s given a new contract - that she is bound to carry out - she finds an unexpected mark who she doesn’t want to kill

facing connections to a past she’s not supposed to remember, they have to find a way around the contract in one night, facing other assassins, necromancers, gods, and wealthy patriarchs

[littlestsnicket]

violet’s inventions

violet holds the fan belt in her hands. she has a pile in her inventing studio (a repurposed, rickety barn) and even more incorporated into inventions, salvaged on her trips to the dump on the other side of town.

they’re useful but fragile, constantly needing to be replaced. their purpose is to stretch and pull until durable rubber gives under the friction. they make the fan above her head spin, help convert the power of her windmill into electricity to power the lights.

it’s alright if they break as long as someone is there to fix it. their not alone.

@asouefanworkevent

[spell-cleaver]

Portrait of an Empire

Angstober

Day 9: Promise

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” Luke said. At least, that was what Sheev assumed he said. The palace gardens were large, and he was watching from a window.

Mara Jade, one of the Force-sensitive children Sheev had plucked from the grips of the Inquisitorius and trained as one of his personal Hands, was sitting meditating in the garden. As Sheev had ordered her to, knowing that Luke would pass through that garden.

Luke was lonely. He went to a school—a prestigious school for the children of the Empire’s elite, at that—but guards trailed him everywhere. No children would play with him, and Sheev and Vader had been assured by a handful of terrified teachers that threats to their parents wouldn’t change that. This wasn’t a permanent solution, hopefully, but it wasn’t a bad one.

Perhaps Mara Jade, an adept in the dark side herself, would push Luke toward using it more, too.

But the two of them were just hitting puberty. They were deeply awkward—he could see it from here. He could also see from here that Luke was watching Mara strangely, with a curious light in his eyes.

Mara said something back. It was probably, “I don’t believe you.”

“I promise.” Those words he was sure of: Luke’s lips formed them, bold and smooth.

Still, Mara didn’t believe him. Of course she didn’t. Sheev had raised her well—promises were things to be broken, not kept. He hadn’t expected that to backfire. He had expected her to extend the same respect she showed him to his grandson.

“Alright.” Luke turned to walked away, the conversation over.

Except it wasn’t over. The two of them stayed sitting in the garden, just within sight of each other. And they kept shooting each other looks when they thought the other wasn’t looking.

[remembertheplunge]

Rage on the page

11/03/2024 Sunday 12:50am

We are in that weird 2 hour time in which it’s really 11:50pm on 11/2.2024, but until 2am it’s masquerading as 12:50am.

Day light savings time begins at 2am. 

We fall back an hour.

Kind of matches the weird political state we are in in the United States. When the calendar strikes November 6, 2024,  the Christian Right wants it to read 1950-1954, the McCarthy era on steroids. They want Trump to be President' so he can be  dictator and  institute martial law as the law of the land.

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Writing helps. The journal was built to survive this kind of  a potential atrocity.

This proved true after I learned of my mother’s death October 28, 2012. 

 On November 3, 2012, the day after I learned that I had been disinherited by my mother, a devastating blow, I wrote “I had my journal in place this week to catch the debris and the insights and the fury and the rage resulting from the disinheritance and the events leading up to it.

What was good for the fury and rage resulting from being disinherited will be good for the fury and rage potentially resulting from the 2024 election and it’s aftermath.

Write! Document! Rage on the page! 

End of entry

Note:

McCarthyism refers to hearings officiated by Senator Joe McCarthy held between 1950 and 1954 in which he and his committee attempted to expose and confront communists and gays employed by the government. It was a witch hunt.

Martial law refers to civil law being replaced by military rule and control.

[inakanotori]

Did I notice after making this that the chain goes several times around his neck? 🫣

Freaking deserved, congrats to the Dark Lord of Emma Gaala.

[corinnetheanime]

How to sum up the entire cartoon in three sentences.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: November Wrap-Up.

Hi, y'all! I'm actually shocked that I managed to get through four (4) books this month, because it was NANO and I also WROTE A WHOLE BOOK!! The (written) book in its two notebooks is pictured beneath the pen and NaNo Earrings :)

All of these reads were NaNo-adjacent, somehow (I like to stack my reading with my writing project so all the Vibes are Correct)--either Space, or Haunted, or Fucked Up Fungi (I wrote a weird book this month)(I had a great time).

Photos and/or reviews linked:

A HALF-BUILT GARDEN - ★★★½ I enjoyed this! It was very slow and contemplative, and I was surprised by how long it took me to read (#NaNoProblems), but I'm glad I did, and Rhamnetin was a DELIGHT.

JUST LIKE HOME - ★★★★ Reread for me, holds up very well! Star rating unchanged from first time through. I actually do recommend rereading this one, knowing exactly when Daphne dies.

GRAVEYARD SHIFT - ★★★½ I enjoyed this one too! Short fun weird little insomnia romp. Love a good fucked up fungus and a motley POV crew.

THE NIGHT GUEST - ★★★★ This was DEEPLY fucked up and AMAZINGLY crafted horror/suspense, and I definitely had delayed nightmares about it. I also love a good spec fic in translation (this one's from Icelandic!). Cats are NOT safe, very graphically so, so proceed with caution if that's a warning you need.

Under the Cut: A Note About ~*★Stars★*~

Historically, I have been Very Bad™ about assigning things Star Ratings, because it's so Vibes Heavy for me and therefore Contingent Upon my Whims. (Example: I don't like that stars are Odd, because that makes three the midpoint and things are rarely so truly mid for me)(I have hacked my way around this with a ½). Here is, generally, how I conceptualize stars:

★ - This was Bad. I would actively recommend that you do NOT read this one, no redeeming qualities whatsoever, not worth the slog. Save Yourself, It's Too Late For Me. Book goes in the garbage (donate bin).

★★ - This was Not Good. I would not recommend it, but it wasn't a total waste or wash--something in here held my interest/kept my attention/sparked some joy. I will not be rereading this ever. Save Yourself (Or Join Me In Suffering, That Seems Like A Cool Bonding Activity).

★★★ - This was Good/Fine/Okay/Meh. I don't care about this enough to recommend it one way or another. Perfectly serviceable book, held my interest, I probably enjoyed myself (or at least didn't actively loathe the reading). I don't have especially strong feelings. You probably don't need to save yourself from this one--if it sounds like your jam, give it a shot! Just didn't resonate with me particularly powerfully. I probably won't reread this unless I'm after something in particular.

★★★½ - I liked this! I'll probably recommend it if I know it matches someone's vibes or specific requests, but I didn't commit to a star rating on Goodreads. More likely to reread, but not guaranteed.

★★★★ - I really enjoyed this!! I would recommend it (sometimes with caveats about content warnings or such--I tend to like weird fucked up funny shit, and I don't have many hard readerly NO's). Not a perfect book for me by any means, but Very Good. This is something I would reread! Join me!!

★★★★★ - I LOVED THE SHIT OUT OF THIS, IT REWIRED MY BRAIN, WILL RECOMMEND TO ANYONE AND EVERYONE AT THE SLIGHTEST PROVOCATION (content warning caveats still apply--see 4-star disclaimer). Excellent book, I'll reread it regularly, I'll buy copies for all my friends, I'll try to convince all of Booklr to read it, PLEASE join me!!

[paloma-writes-about-hellfire]

—the butterflies, november 7th 2024

[himbos-hotline]

10. Slow sex Hangkenny

Heat of her breath in my mouth, I'm alive

1870 words | Kenny Omega has chronic pain | Tender smut

read on ao3 reblogs and comments are appreciated

Adam knows he's hurting. He can tell by the way Kenny picks awkwardly at a blister that forms in the middle of his palm. He studies the way his blunt nails scruff and push against the bubble of fluid just under his skin. He frowns, twisting his lips together when Kenny half raises his hand to bite down. Maybe Kenny feels eyes on him or maybe he comes to a sort of sense, because he looks up; mouth open and teeth slick with spit and his palm cradled in his hand. Adam raises an eyebrow, raises the other when Kenny slams his teeth down on the fat of his thumb.

He knows he's hurting. He can tell by the way Kenny smiles. The way the corner of dried chewed lips barely reaches under his eyes. Adam studies the way his lips move as he talks soundlessly to Doctor Sampson; watches how there's a glaze that grows from the corner of his eyes as the doctor presses the tip of a needle through the cut in his head.

Adam knows that Kenny is hurting because of the way he kisses him back at the hotel. Adam's standing in his pajamas with the bathroom door pressing into the small of his back. There's the taste of medication on Kenny's tongue and as Adam's hands come to raise against the bare skin of his chest, he rubs his hands across the curve of Kenny's shoulders as he allows him to lean forward and gasp, whimpering into his mouth. "Ya still have that blister on ya palm?" Adam asks and he can almost swear it's flirting when he raises Kenny's scuffed palm to his lips, kissing it softly.

Kenny blinks down at his palm, cradles it close before he holds it against his chest, blinks into the red mark as if it's answering a question that only his brain could conjure up through the growing lust that sits barely touched in the corner of Kenny's darkening eyes. "Why...why'd you do that?" Kenny asks and Adam watches him press the question out his mouth with his tongue, almost as if it tastes bad.

"Did it hurt?" Adam asks, acutely aware of the worry that slips into his voice because Kenny's pupils blow out in such a way that makes Adam shift backwards just a little until the door handle presses against the fat of his hip. "I know you've been hurtin'"

He hears Kenny scoff, watches how his eyes roll upwards to stare at the flickering bathroom light. "Does it matter? I always hurt." And he's laughing, chuckling as if his pain is somehow funny and somewhere deep in Adam's heart, something starts to hurt. He steps forward and soon Kenny is cuddled into his arms; head pinned against his chest, spit stained bodies pressing together almost as if they're meant to fit together. Adam's lips brush against the half fresh stitches and for a few seconds, Kenny becomes gentle in his arms. Adam follows the way his arms wrap around his middle and the way his breath comes out in chilled cold puffs against the half swollen peak of his nipple. It's enough to make Adam sigh happily into the darkness of Kenny's curls. "My knees hurt." Kenny whispers eventually, letting his bare feet shift until they're between Adam's socked feet.

"Do you still wanna?" Adam flails his hand awkwardly above Kenny's head and Kenny rolls his eyes again, twisting his mouth to the side, just enough for his tongue to slip out from bitten lips and lick a warm stripe of spit across the peak of Adam's chest. It's enough to make Adam's chest hiccup under Kenny's cheek. The two of them shift slowly at first, a weak fight for dominance as they kiss and lick into each other's mouths, Adam feels poisoned by the taste of pain medicine that sits barely dissolved in the corner of Kenny's lips. It almost makes him dizzy as he pulls Kenny towards the shower, socks soaking in the dampness of the tiles under his feet.

They strip each other's clothes slowly; hands smooth down kinesiology tape, fingertips pop blisters letting the fluid drizzle between their joined hands and soon Adam;s balancing against the cold bathroom tiles trying to pull wet socks off his feet while Kenny presses himself against him, desperate to taste anything that Adam gives him. "There's a perfectly good bed" Kenny mumbles, pressing his forehead into the curve of Adam's neck to bite at his shoulder and Adam laughs through a moan when Kenny's teeth split through the skin, he feels the bruise bloom under his skin like the flowers blooming beside his shed back home.

"Yeah but you're hurtin, I know what I'm doing." Adam half preens himself under Kenny's soft giggle, he shifts him against the wall, lets him soak in the chill of the tiles and the laughter that echoes past Kenny is split off before it really starts by Adam reaching above him and turning the shower on. "Here, the hot water will help."

The water presses the ends of Kenny's curls over his face and Adam in all his softness, wraps them like spun gold between his fingers and shifts them back slowly. He waits until Kenny's skin is soft and shower warm under his skin to start kissing him again, slowly at first as if he's trying to map out every inch that his heart might have forgotten; his nose prods at the scar of Kenny's shoulder as he slides his open mouth against the stubble under his chin, his tongue laps across the scars on his stomach and his hands wrap around his knees, heavy desperate hands pressing and molding the tight muscles until they untangle like knotweed in Adam's hands. He kisses Kenny, shifts their wet bodies against one another until he can study Kenny's open face.

He makes Kenny kneel under the hot water, watching how it pools between his calves, how droplets decorate his skin like morning dew and it's enough to make Adam swallow down his own desires. Kenny blinks up at him, light eyelashes fluttering as he waits, half curious half trusting as Adam slides the tip of his cock against his parted lips, just enough that Kenny tilts himself forward to capture anything else. "Normally I'm the one in control" Kenny whispers and the softness of his voice almost gets lost in the gurgling of the pipes but Adam picks it up under the hammering water and he studies Kenny's blue eyes through the steam and strokes a hand across his wet hair, pushing it out his eyes.

"Yeah but you’re hurt. Is the water helping?" Adam asks, replying back with the same tender tone that he sees glowing in Kenny's face when he nods. "Good boy." He whispers and Kenny preens, tilting his head backwards as if he's trying to show himself off. It's enough that Adam presses his thumb loosely into the hinge of Kenny's jaw and pushes himself slowly into the waiting wetness of his mouth. The two of them stay like that, at least toAdam. For what feels like forever; He gasps out Kenny's name, presses his head against the wet tiles as Kenny hollows his cheeks and sucks, it's careful at first Kenny getting used to the weight on his tongue, the way moans and half swallowed shower water falls from Adam's mouth. He tries to wrap a hand around his throbbing cock but Adam pushes his hand away with his foot, half lidded eyes studying Kenny's peaceful face.

"Got other ideas." Adam slurs out and Kenny just swallows harder around Adam's cock as he slips himself deeper down him. Adam whimpers above him, ringworm nails scratching across the tilework and soon he's pressing a knee into Kenny's face until Kenny lets his mouth hang open and Adam pulls away slowly, precum connecting the tip of his cock to the hem of Kenny's swollen lips. The water runs cold above them and Kenny swipes his tongue quickly across the seam of his lips and Adam has to hold onto the wet tiles so his legs don't collapse under him.

The towel each other off in silence; trembling hands pressing against wet skin until they pull back, stained with their own sweat. They kiss until Kenny is laying naked on his stomach on the hotel bed. He squirms a little when Adam sits on his legs. "Still wanna continue?" He asks, mumbling around the tube of muscle rub that's pinched between the corners of his teeth, he watches Kenny's curls fluff as they dry and how they bounce around his ears as he nods. He almost looks younger; under all the tired lines and bottled dyed hair, there is something soft and almost innocent that hides in the deepest corners of Kenny. Adam opens his mouth and the tube drops in his hands. He massages Kenny's back slowly, shifting between his loose legs.

He rubs slowly, releasing the tightness that the heat didn't pull out and soon Kenny again is whimpering and moaning into the pillows, a different kind of relief flooding his face as he pushes himself backwards. Adam knows he's still hard, begging and desperate for him and Adam presses a little kiss to the dent of his hips. "Ya sure baby?" Adam asks against the shifting bones of Kenny's spine and he smiles when Kenny nods, breathing out his name, almost like he's saying Adam;s name like a prayer, something only Adam should hear. Under the squeaking of the springs, Adam wipes his hands and slowly drags strips of precum across Kenny, mind too foggy to focus on digging through Kenny's backpack or suitcase to find the hidden bottle of lube.

He slides two fingers inside Kenny, slow enough that it makes Kenny gasp out, loose legs wrap around his hips and biting down into the fat of his bottom lip, Adam promises that it won't be soon. He strokes his fingers gently across bundles of nerves that light under his calloused thumbs and soon he can slowly fuck into Kenny. He studies the way the older man squirms and whimpers under him, watches how his hands come to grasp and grip at the sheets that lay a tangled mess around their bodies or how when Adam starts slowly fucking into him, Kenny comes undone without being touched, yelling Adam's name. He doesn't fill Kenny with cum, not like how he desired. He lets him roll over slowly; Adam holding onto his shoulder, his hips anything that he can get ahold of before he strokes a lazy cumstained hand across Adam until their cum mixes, a splattered mess against Kenny's heaving chest.

Breathless, Adam strokes a finger across Kenny's cheek, wiping cum off the corner of his lips and as he studies his face, he knows he's not in pain. He knows it won't be a permanent fix; that soon Kenny's brain will reconnect and the pain will start to flood from his knees or his back again, but as Kenny lets him wipe the drying cum off his chest, Adam thinks maybe it’s enough. Just to see Kenny smile. 

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