#palm springs couldnt

[chronicowboy]

fuck it friday!

starting fuck it friday with an extract from the wedding timeloop in the hopes that it'll make me start writing again because i didn't write down buck's speech after my shower last night and i can't remember anything about it😭

"What the hell was that?" Maddie hisses at him, eyes wide and burning as she stares him down. Eddie doesn't know exactly what it is she's accusing him of, doesn't know if she caught his and Buck's moment at the altar, doesn't know if this is big sister protectiveness or just plain fury.

"I don't know," Eddie retorts, obstinate and desperate. He's a big brother, an eldest sibling, he can handle Maddie. "You're the one that yanked me into a supply closet."

"Because of whatever the hell happened up there." Maddie jabs an accusing finger at the wall, pointing through to the ceremony room. Eddie's heart freezes in his chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Eddie mumbles, cowering a little under her unimpressed eyebrows. She scoffs, folding her arms over her chest as she rolls her eyes in a move that would give Christopher a run for his money.

"Really?" She turns a little softer then, face scrutinising as she examines him. "You don't remember turning to face Buck so fast I kind of want to check you for whiplash?"

"Nope." Eddie swallows, thick and cloying.

"So then, you don't remember Buck looking at you instead of his wife?" The last word comes out like an accusation, and Eddie can only squeeze his eyes shut as it lodges itself between his ribs like a serrated knife.

"No," he chokes out, just a hiccupping breath as it falls out of him.

"Eddie." Maybe it's a Buckley thing, saying his name like it means more than it does. It knocks him sideways, and Eddie rests his shoulder against the doorframe just to keep himself upright. "What was that?"

"I don't know," he breathes. "I don't know, Maddie. I wish I did, but—" A sob rises in him unbidden, and Eddie presses his fist to his mouth like he's about to throw it up.

"Eddie, hey, what..." Maddie trails off as she steps closer, hands hovering just a few inches away from him like she's not quite sure if she can touch him without him shattering into pieces. It's a fair assumption, Eddie isn't sure either. And, really, despite all the people they have in common, neither of them know each other well enough to provide comfort. So, Eddie wraps his arms around himself and takes a deep breath. "Eddie, why did Buck look at you like he'd just seen you for the first time?"

and i shall tag @danielsousa @diazass @butchdiaz @shitouttabuck @try-set-me-on-fire if you guys have anything to share <3

[urlovebot]

cw: perv!sunghoon. sunghoon does your laundry so: panty sniffing.. and licking, possessiveness, exhibitionism, praise, overstim, hands free orgasm again (?), dry humping but solo (???), sunghoon creams his pants twice lmfaoooo what a loser.

a/n: nastiest thing i've ever written so if it isn't for you, i get it 😭

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sunghoon knows its wrong. he knows its gross, a little fucked up but he can't help it. especially not when you ask him to wash your laundry with his to save on some money.

he couldnt help but dig through your pile, searching desperately for it and- oh! he's found it.

a worn pair of your panties. they're different than he imagined. he's spent hours thinking about it before. he thought they'd be plain, no lace, no pattern. multiple pairs but not alot of difference in color. mainly ones that match your skin tone. you wear alot of light clothing and he sees nothing when his eyes scan your body, spending more time on your ass than anything else. he knows that you dont wear low rise anything so they must be high cut? maybe hipsters? he's sure its nothing out of vanilla for you.

so why would you own a pair of white, bikini shaped, lace trim panties? this soils the picture he had of you in his head. all of his research- all of this knowledge he had of you.

he inspects the garment in his hand. this can't be yours right? sunghoon brings the thin, thin piece of clothing to his nose. it's definitely yours. he can smell the faint scent of your body wash on them.

now he's upset; nearly distraught. why would you own a pair of panties like this? who would you need to impress-

were you fucking other men? were you- sunghoons stomach drops- were you letting them taint you? a different, even more devastating thought springs forward and sunghoon is nauseous. are you not a virgin?

the sadness fades and is replaced by wild, unadulterated anger. his fist closes around the flimsy cloth. god hes upset, frustrated nearly to tears but never at you. never at you. you could never do wrong, his perfect angel. his pretty princess would never do wrong. he knows this, but he's got to take action. do something to solve this issue, make you clean again.

sunghoon brings the panties up to his nose and lets out a whimper at the scent, its tangy but theres a hint of sweetness. fuck, he's hard now. he palms the outline of his cock through his sweats; you smell so good. he knew it, knew that you'd smell good. he tracks what you eat, when you eat it, how you eat it. he makes sure to prepare good, balanced meals for you. he buys you all of your multi-vitamins, tracks the amount of water you drink to make sure you're never dehydrated. he knew you'd smell good, he made it that way.

he feels his cock leak into his underwear. he knows its wrong, knows its fucked up and dirty, but he does it anyway. his tongue pokes out to lick the center of your panties- oh. oh. his eyes roll to the back of his head. it tastes- no, no. you taste good. he feels precum dribble out of his cock and now he feels his underwear get a little damp.

he presses his palm harder against his crotch and takes another, more confident lick at the spot where your pretty pussy would've laid and now he's whining and humping into his hand like a fucking dog. he stumbles at the sensation and catches himself on a washer and he's reminded that this is a public laundromat on campus. a more secluded one, but public nonetheless. the thought of someone catching him makes his head spin.

everyone knew you were roommates. you were so, so popular amongst your peers. so sweet and kind, a smile that lights up a room, an infectious, contagious giggle. and sunghoon, who was so, so handsome but as much as he was handsome, he was shy. didn't talk much to anyone. except for you. he'd stroll with you as you bounced next to him, talking about your day as you both walked back to your dorm.

what better way to claim you than for someone to walk in and see him fucking himself and holding your panties up to his face. the thought turns him on so much that he squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a strangled moan.

god he needs it. he needs to fuck you in front of the whole campus. all of those men that violated your princess parts- he needs them to watch as he stuffs his girthy length into your pussy. he wants them to watch as he stretches you out. he's sure you'd struggle against him as what he had in girth he also had in length, but he knows you'd like it. he knows you'd love being filled up by him. by him.

he's so fucking mad. how could they? he slams the fist holding your panties on the washer as he continues to fuck and grind into his hand.

fuck those men that defiled you. fuck them for touching you that way, putting their filthy hands on your precious body. he'd fix that. cleanse you. cum all over your pretty frame, cover you in it. your face, your tits, cum on and in your tight little cunt. he prays you'd let him fuck your ass too so he could fill that up as well- shit.

he feels it coming. he feels the onslaught of pleasure start to pour into his body. he wants to hold off- wants to hold his cum until he can spill it inside of you but he cant. he's gonna cream his pants like hes a teenager again.

he laps at your panties again and he cant wait to taste your pussy. he can't wait until he can eat you out for hours, have you cum on his tongue over and over and- oh-

his eyes squeeze shut again and he bites his lip to try and conceal his moans. he can't tell if its working though, his ears are ringing and the only thing he can think of is roughly humping his hand to get off.

he whines and whines and whines as he feels himself let go, ropes of cum seeping through his underwear. its spurt after spurt and now his hand is wet and its starting to stain his sweats but he cant stop. his cock has a mind of its own, twitching and jumping and fuck- he's so sensitive.

he stops cumming, stops shooting his load into his underwear. he whimpers and removes his hand from his pants but his hips are still stuttering against nothing.

god he wants to feel it. he wants to know how it'll feel when he slides his cock into your warm, tight, wet cunt. he wants to feel his balls slap against your ass from how hard he's fucking you. he wants to feel your pussy gush around him, cover his cock and balls in your juices. he hopes he can make you squirt so you can drench him in you and- no. no no no-

sunghoons knees knock together as he feels himself cum in his pants again and he might actually pass out this time. its dry, nothings coming out but he feels euphoric. his hips fuck into the air and its so fucking gross, he feels so gross and so dirty but its only for you. only for his pretty princess.

[jakexneytiri]

neteyam drilling into u till ur exhausted cause u couldnt sleep and asked him for help🫣

HECK YEAH. ily for this (18+ content)

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your eyes snap open for the third time tonight, failing numerous attempts to sleep your arousal off.

peeking over, you glance at your mate, who’s sound asleep beside you. not wanting to bother him in his peaceful state, you turn back over, lowering a hand to your own loincloth. if he couldn’t help you, you’d have to help yourself.

you let a few fingers slip underneath the fabric, toying with yourself. taking two fingers, you swirl them around your sensitive bud, in an attempt to relieve yourself so you could finally sleep.

finding no relief with that method, you plunge two digits into your warm core, your arousal dripping on the mat below. aimlessly working your fingers in and out of your folds, you grow tired finding no relief from that option either.

frustrated, you yank your fingers out, looking over at your mate, who’s still asleep.

“teyam?” you ask, biting your lip.

he stirs, before snapping his eyes open, shifting to prop himself up on his forearm as he looks over at you.

“my love?” he notices tears pooling in your eyes, and he grows concerned, until he sees your other hand covered in your own slick. “what is…wrong?” he hesitates with the last word, as his eyes remain on your glistening fingers.

you run your hand over his loincloth, immediately feeling him harden beneath your touch.

“i need help, te-te. i need you, please. i can’t sleep.” you say, as you begin to palm your mate through his loincloth.

a low groan escapes the back of his throat as he unties his loincloth, cock springing up to his lower abdomen with a sharp smack. the tip was throbbing, already leaking his arousal.

“see what you do to me, mate? and i’m not even inside you yet.” he says, throwing his leg over your waist as he mounts you.

you eagerly spread your legs, slick dripping out of your folds as you open yourself further for him. he lines himself up with your entrance, and with a snap of his hips, sinks his entire length into you.

“o-ohhh ‘teyam!” you cry out. he immediately begins thrusting in and out of you, grabbing your legs to wrap around his waist.

“that’s it, pretty girl.” he pants, lowering his lips to your neck as he sucks on the sweet spot just behind your ear.

“m-more, please!” you beg, fingers digging into the skin on his back, clinging to him as he relentlessly thrusts into you.

“more, hm?” he pulls out suddenly, making you whimper from the loss of contact. grabbing you by the waist, he flips you onto your stomach. yanking you up by your hips, he sinks into you again.

“oh! oh, ohhhh nete please!” the pressure from a new angle is all you needed for your release to approach.

“you’re so beautiful when you beg.” he pants, as his skin smacks against yours.

your orgasm shoots through you, dripping down your thighs, as you fall limp to the mat beneath you. all he needed was to feel your walls fluttering around him, sending him into his own release. he continues rocking his hips against yours, filling you deep with his hot, sticky seed.

gently removing himself, he lays beside you, pulling you up onto his chest. kissing your forehead, he asks “sleepy yet?”

“mmmmm.” you mumble against his chest, finally dozing off to sleep for the night.

[billgetsmewet]

Fem reader and 2009 orrr 2007 Tom try be quiet on tour bus 😜 you can include any type of smut 🥰🥰

Tysm ily 😘

Secrecy

a/n: this was my oldest ask that i left rotting in the submissions box so im doing it since u guys r starving or somehting idk (i havent been posting bc im lazy and all i do is think ab getting drunk or high every weekend🤔🤔🤔ALSO FINALS)

LETS BEGIN!!!!

warnings: nsfw, p in v, dom!tom, public s€x, petnames

You had a stupid drunk idea and made a bet with Gustav and Tom that you would come to their next tour with them on the tour bus. Worst idea ever! Youve never been so bored for hours on end, theres nothing to do, the bus stinks and youre super hungry.. also horn-

Youve been driving around for the past 4 hours , trying to get to the next place, however its taking long. Its getting hot in the bus, and theres no airconditioner…

You and Tom are sitting next to eachother on one of the bunk beds, Tom is trying to lighten up the mood by joking around but its obviously not working. He gives up, laying down on his back.

Hes wearing striped pyjama pants. Doesnt sound too hot, but is the hottest thing hes ever worn.. atleast to you, since youre ovulating.. obviously.

He groans as he moves around, making you drool with excitement..

He takes one look at you and already notices the situation, he pulls you down with him.

Luckily its as if all the band members are programmed to get the fuck out whenever something dirty happens, they start to go out of the bedroom into the kitchen of the bus.

Tom smirks at you and glances down at your pussy.

Whats wrong baby? he asks sarcastically as if he doesnt know what your problem actually is.

You grind yourself against him for the smallest spark, just to feel something. Please.. i need it so bad, Tom..

Need what? he replies, teasing the actual fuck out of you. But he doesnt get to enjoy that much, since you start palming him, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Oh come on now.. he groans, trying to keep his cool, but you can already see sweatbeads forming on his forhead. Hes obviously already close.

You knew he doesnt last long. It was a good part about him though, cause with him.. neither did you.

He eventually gives up and tucks his pyjama pants down, his cock springing up.

His precum already leaking from his tip, he slides your shorts down, aswell as your panties and quickly grabs a blanket ontop of you two.

He guides his cock into you, making you moan like crazy.

He was massive, not just lenght wise, but he was wide..

His veiny cock bouncing in and out of you made you feel even more wet, just the thought of this situation could make you cum.

He rubbed your waist, trying to get you more comfortable as he put one hand on your stomach , so he could feel when he hit your walls.

The joy couldnt last long tho, as Georg barged in, making him slip out of you.

Whys there a blanket on you guys? its like 30 degrees out.. boiling hot

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a/n : ALRIGHTTT THATS IT MY HANDS HURT BYE😇🦄🎀

[v-ternus]

*that* SwissDew video

So ughhhhhhhh, yall saw that right?!?!? Anyways. It made me start thinking. And then my brain did some thinking with @iamthecomet And our combined thinking has now left me with 1.5k words of nasty.

explicit | princess dew | daddy swiss | handjob | forcedfem |dressing room quickie | breeding | idk what else |

Under the cut for your reading pleasure :)

The stage lights barely have a chance to dim before Swiss is herding Dew backstage, hand on his back, planted firmly.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Dew snarls as he’s accidentally shoved into the shoulder of an unsuspecting techie. Swiss swings his head back to mumble a half-assed apology, only to keep moving forward. He doesnt dignify the question with a response beyond plastering a shit-eating grin across his face.

The rest of the walk back to the dressing room goes by quickly and Dew is practically thrown in right as he turns the doorknob. He tries to find his balance but his boots catch on a part of the scrunched up carpet and it sends him to the floor. He falls hard, dropping all of his weight onto his knees. He’s sure they’ll be black and blue by the end of the night.

Swiss closes the door behind them and postures himself right in front of Dew. 

“Infront of everyone?” Dew grits through his question, jaw clenched at the disaster that Swiss could’ve caused.

Swiss brings a hand up to cradle Dew’s face and coos as he thumbs across his heated cheeks. “Dont pretend like you didnt like it bug.” Dew has no rebuttal. Because of course he liked it—

He liked the way Swiss’ hand splayed over his hip and waist in an attempt to hold him steady while his other hand gripped his cock. He liked when Swiss dug his fangs into his tense flesh.

He especially liked the way the fans cheered as he was gropped in front of them all.

He’s been hard since then, struggling to play his parts with each second that passed by. He almost missed his cues because he couldnt walk without his guitar rubbing against him.

Dew is pulled out of his head when Swiss drops himself down to his knees, loosely interlacing his legs with Dew’s. His free hands falls to the front of Dew’s uniform and palms at his crotch. Dew looks down and the sight makes him whine. Swiss’ hand covers up so much of his lap. Its as if they both thought the same, cause Dew swears he heard Swiss laugh. 

“Stop teasing bitch,” he tries to sound unamused, aggressive even. But he fails. His voice wavers as Swiss squeezes his throbbing cock particularly harder. 

“But its fun to watch you like this,” Swiss says as he kneads at Dew. They both know he could be meaner, mean enough to leave Dew achingly hard and alone, but thats not what Swiss wants right now.

He palms at Dew for a mere moment longer before he finally starts unlacing his pants. He works the garments down just enough for Dew’s cock to spring up towards his vest, the ruddy tip spreading his slick across the delicate velvet.

Swiss drags a finger along the short length, tracing along the vein that runs on the underside, stopping at the spot right under the head. He makes Dew hiss when he presses against down and watches as a bead of pre wells up at the tip.

“You’re an asshole.” Swiss chuckles again, loving the way Dew squirms and protests under his touch. “I know.”

He gives Dew no time to adjust— he just sends things from zero to a hundred. The teasing and feather light touches turn into a warm hand completely wrapping around his cock and slowly stroking from root to tip. The pleasure is a relief, and he makes sure to share his enjoyment. Breathy moans freely fall from his lips and they sound like music to Swiss' ears.

“You sound so pretty Dew.” Swiss sounds like he means every word.

“Fuck you.”

Swiss tightens his grip before tutting his disappointment. His eyes cast over Dew with a stern, cold look on his face. “That’s a bit rude isnt it?” Dew tries to ignore the game Swiss is playing at.

“But I think I'm feeling really generous right now princess,” 

“Dont call me that.” Anything but that, Dew thinks.

Swiss brings his free hand up to thumb at the base of one of Dew’s horns. Its nice, nice enough that a low purr rumbles through him. But whatever softness he was basking in goes up in flames as Swiss uses said horn to wrench his head back. His neck bends at an unnatural angle and he feels exposed. 

“Shh baby, Daddy knows what’s best, doesnt he?” Swiss’ voice drips thick, laced with poison that floods Dew’s bloodstream.

Swiss leans forward to rest his forehead against Dew’s.

A sinister smile creeps over Swiss’ face as he moves his grip to wrap around Dew’s dick and balls. Much to Dew's displeasure, he squeezes. Really squeezes. And hell it fucking hurts. Tears threaten to fall from the corners of Dew's eyes. He winces and tries to pull himself backwards, away from the pain. But all it does is tug against his already tender groin. 

“Here’s how this is going to work baby,” Dew breathes through the pain and focuses on the deep voice weaving into his hazy mind. He listens to the sounds of sin and depravity and it reminds him of all of their other nights spent like this– Swiss just taking him apart, putting him through the thick of it until he has proper streaks of tears working down his chiseled features. 

“You get to cum whenever you’re ready,” Dew’s breath hitches, sensing a trap. There’s gotta be a catch to this. Dew manages to make eye contact and he’s surprised by what stares back at him. The golden eyes trained on him have suddenly gone soft, donning a warmer, less threatening gaze. Had it been any other night, it would be endearing, but tonight, its nothing better than a threat.

“You just gotta fuck this cute little clit into my fist, how’s that sound Princess?” 

There it is.

Dew nods mindlessly. Says anything and agrees to it all, just to get the crushing grip away from his jewels.

“Yeah… whatever. Fuck, just let go.” Having finally gotten his answer, Swiss’ hand withdraws and returns with a kinder touch. This time, the hand moves to cup Dew’s balls. He rolls them gently, tugs at them just enough to make Dew groan before backing off again. 

“Are you ready princess?” There’s that fucking word again. Swiss doesn't wait for a response, he just sits up, and holds his fist right over Dew’s achingly red dick. Dew takes what's offered and rocks his hips up. The sound he lets out is embarrassing at best— a high, feminine moan that shoots from Swiss’ ears, straight down to his cock. He's now pressed up tight against the seam in his underwear.

Dew keeps rocking, chasing his release so that this can all just be over. The filthy wet noises he's making between them fill the otherwise hushed room.

He can't stop himself from listening to Swiss whisper how pretty he gets like this, or how he cant wait to get back to the hotel so he can dress him up in that lingerie set Aether had bought.

Swiss feels Dew's cock kick at the mere mention of Aether, he files that away for a later date.

“You want me to breed you nice and good after this Dewy? I’ll fill you with my kits, you’d be so full.”

“Shut up,” Dew groans. “Shut up and just let me finish.” His eyes screw up tight and he tries to think of anything else besides Swiss’ words, but it's a futile attempt. The words flash across his mind and echo in his ears. 

Swiss can feel how close he is, he can feel each twitch of Dew’s cock when his thrusts press him into Swiss’ hand just right. Dew starts to lose his pace, thrusts quickly becoming uncoordinated ad his breathing becomes more and more ragged.

Swiss watches his quickly pitiful moves and decides to help him out. He starts to jerk him off, doing his best to match the pace of his hips so that his fist bottoms out at the top of his thrusts.

“Are you close my love?” Swiss presses his lips against the side of his mate's face, breathes in his scent, warm and burnt, and presses a kiss to his temple. He hears a pleased hum and knows that this is his chance.

"Whenever you're ready Dewy." Dew tries to speak. He tries to find the words-- any words-- that could describe this moment. But his brain just wont seem to work. All he can do is pant and feel each decadent, wet glide of Swiss' hand over the swollen head of his cock.

"Close. -m close,"

“Go ahead and squirt all over daddy’s hand,” Swiss surprises even himself with how he was able to say the words.

Something inside Dew unravels. He surges forward, digs his claws into Swiss’ sides as he cums. They watch as milky ropes of his spend stripe over Swiss' hand.

Swiss works him through his orgasm, lightly stroking until his cock is drained of all he has to give. He only stops when Dew twitches from overstimulation.

Some of his cum drips down to the floor and Swiss groans in disappointment. There's always next time.

The multi ghoul leans forward and crashes his lips into Dew's. The kiss is lazy and there's no sense of urgency to go along with it. They just kneel in the middle of the room, and lap at whatever parts they can reach.

Swiss pulls back and catches an eyeful of Dew’s puffy red lips and the blissed out look across his face.

“You were so good for me princess.”

Dew feels his cock make a feeble attempt at filling out again– princess.

[harperhydra]

@separatedway [x]

A smirk graces her features when their eyes briefly lock, getting exactly what she wanted from Ada, but not in the way she thought. Her legs are swiftly taken out from under her, and she releases her arm as she hits the ground so she can roll back to her feet, kicking off from a crouched position to throw her arms around Adas mid-section and try and destabilize her enough to pin her.

The womans strong for how thin and lithe she is, it’s insane to her how easy she dropped her, but theres a definite difference in the way they fight, and she couldnt help but wonder how that would factor in.

Helena geared to suppression and grappling, and Ada meant to slip out of situations as easy as she got into them… There’s an obvious difference in their abilities, she knew this-

But the younger was clearly having fun, despite it.

“Chasing after you, yeah.” She laughs a bit, growling a bit during the struggle as she righted herself. “Fun little mess you left us in Palm Springs, didnt expect to be fighting a Super Tyrant on the beach in a hurricane. The one monster I’d yet to fight in the field and you threw me into the fire.” She laughs softly, bracing for Adas inevitable counter.

“Bringing me up here wasn’t in the original plan, but can’t say I’m mot enjoying it up here. This place is way more my speed.”

[klapetka]

Suguru Geto x. Reader pt.2

heyy, here is another episode. 

Again I couldnt find the artist of the artwork if you know the name let me know. 

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I sat at my desk near the window in the small classroom, absently gazing outside as the sensei lectured us about domains. The classroom wasn't particularly large, and the number of students was small, making it feel even cozier.

"As I was saying, a domain expansion isn't just a show of power; it's the pinnacle of jujutsu technique. It's a specialized space where the user's cursed energy is elevated, allowing for greater control and certainty over their attacks. Think of it as your personal battlefield where you set the rules..." he continued.

Outside, a beautiful spring day unfolded—trees were adorned with fresh green leaves, and some had begun to bloom. A huge flock of birds flew by, returning for the pleasant weather, their flapping wings catching my eye.

"Now, remember—domains are not a guarantee of victory. There are plenty of sorcerers out there with counter-techniques specifically designed to negate domains. Your opponent might possess the skill to shatter your reality, rendering your hard work useless. This is why understanding your own limitations and your opponent's capabilities is crucial. Finally, practice! You won't master this overnight. Experiment with your emotions, your memories..." Sensei's voice faded into the background as I got lost in thought.

Suddenly, Tori, who sat next to me, nudged my elbow. "How was your domain practice? Did you do it?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

"Hmhmm," I mumbled, snapping out of my daze.

"Yeah, I actually did," I replied, looking at her. "Did you try it?"

"No... not yet," she said, a hint of disappointment wrinkling her smile.

Just then, the teacher wrapped up the lecture, signaling us to stand and head outside. The warm spring air felt delightful against my skin, a refreshing change with a gentle breeze occasionally sweeping by. With notebooks in hand, we walked along the veranda to grab a drink from the vending machine and chat a bit more. We settled on the only bench basking in the sunlight, enjoying the comforting warmth on our backs.

"So, how was it? The domain—don't make me drag it out of you," she urged eagerly, her fists clenched in excitement.

"It was interesting. I couldn't do it at first... actually, Gojo helped me. So..." I struggled to articulate my experience, "We ended up in my childhood room, but it was like a giant version of it—everything was a hundred times bigger!" I gestured with my hands to illustrate the difference.

"What do you think that means?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Well, I've thought about it, but I'm not really sure, to be honest. The weirdest part was that I could sense how they were feeling, like I was in their heads..." I continued. "Gojo said it might be a cursed technique for sensing emotions, which would make sense, I guess," I added, shrugging to convey my uncertainty.

"That's so cool! So now you'll be pursuing your cursed technique more?" she asked, her excitement palpable.

"Geto will make me," I chuckled, covering my face with my palm as laughter bubbled up. Tori joined in, giggling along with me.

"We could maybe practice together sometime," Tori offered, taking another sip of her drink.

"Yeah, that'd be great," I replied, cracking open my can of Coke and taking a sip.

Just then, a group of second-year students rounded the corner, heading in our direction. This spot was a popular hangout for students during breaks, and sure enough, it was Nanami and Shoko walking at the front, with Gojo and Geto trailing close behind. They stopped by the vending machines, grabbing drinks and chatting. Tori and I paused our conversation, watching them as they laughed and joked with each other.

Geto caught my eye, stepping back from the group. With a small wave and a warm smile, he greeted us, and Tori and I waved back. They probably had practice, or maybe they were just hanging out. Exchanging quick hellos, they passed by, leaving us to our conversation again.

Once they were out of earshot, Tori leaned in, her cheeks flushed. "Do you think Nanami is single?"

I laughed, nudging her playfully. "Oh no, not the Nanami crush again!"

She covered her face, but her eyes sparkled. "Well, did you see it? He totally smiled at me. What am I supposed to think?"

I took a sip of my Coke, raising an eyebrow at her. "You want me to ask Geto? I could casually find out," I teased, smirking.

Her eyes lit up, but she shook her head quickly. "Oh my god, please do, but... don't make it sound like I'm desperate, okay?"

"Of course!" I reassured her, smiling at the thought of Tori finding love. She deserved it, especially with someone as nice as Nanami.

In school, Nanami had a calm, serious presence that stood out. Tall and always impeccably dressed, he wore his uniform with meticulous care, his blond hair slightly tousled yet somehow orderly. Though he didn't talk much, his intense focus and quiet confidence made him intriguing to others. Rare smiles hinted at the kindness beneath his stoic exterior, and his classmates respected him for his maturity and dependability—qualities that seemed far beyond his years. That's the best you could wish for your best friend.

Tori was the bright spark in any room, her lively personality bringing warmth and energy wherever she went. Petite with a tousled mop of short, chestnut hair and expressive hazel eyes, she had a way of making people feel instantly at ease. Tori loved accessorizing—whether it was a quirky hair clip or mismatched earrings, she always added a playful twist to her school uniform. Her laugh was infectious, and she had a habit of leaning in close when she was excited, her enthusiasm bubbling over in animated gestures and wide-eyed expressions.

Tori's jujutsu technique, Spectral Shroud, perfectly matched her dynamic energy and quick-thinking nature. With it, she could summon a series of bright, floating orbs—tiny, flickering lights that danced around her and her allies. At first glance, they seemed harmless, almost decorative, but each orb carried a concealed, explosive force that could be triggered by Tori's command.

"Will you see him tonight?" Tori asked, catching me off guard as I admired her beauty.

"Who... you mean Geto?" I wanted to reassure myself.

"Yeah, of course, who else would I mean?" she shook her head playfully.

"Yeah, probably unless he's spending the night with Gojo instead," I joked, chuckling at the thought.

"I'm here for a good bromance, you know," she quipped, bursting into laughter.

We shifted the conversation to some school assignments before reluctantly saying our goodbyes. Tori, originally from Tokyo, often visited her family on weekends. First-year students had restricted movement compared to their older counterparts, but exceptions were made for those with family nearby.

As I walked toward my room, I couldn't help but daydream about spending a weekend in Tokyo myself; a small shopping spree sounded delightful. Just then, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was Suguru.

"Hey! What are your plans for tonight?" he asked, his voice cheerful. "Gojo is inviting us to play Mahjong with him and Nanami. Are you in?"

It was a Friday night—students usually either went out if they had permission or spent time in the dorms, hanging out in groups or solo.

"Yeah, why not? At what time? I'm heading to my room right now; I need to reset myself after school and then I'll be ready," I replied, arriving at my dorm's door.

"Same here. I'll come to your room to pick you up, is that okay?" he offered.

"Yeah, see you soon!" I said as I managed to open the door with one hand.

"See you," he replied softly before the line went dead with a beep.

First, I changed out of my uniform into something more comfortable. After tossing the empty Coke can into the trash, I lightly tidied up my room, attempting to clear the clutter that had accumulated over a long week of school. I decided to add a little makeup for the evening, so I stood in front of the round bathroom mirror, applying mascara and blush. I tied hair up into a high bun, leaving a few rebellious strands framing my face, and added a pair of small but thick silver hoops to complete the look. Checking my reflection, I felt ready.

Just as I sat on the bed for a moment, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to find Suguru standing there in a long-sleeved crewneck and baggy pants, his hair pulled back into a half bun, leaning casually against the wall.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice warm.

"Yeah." I stepped out, locking my room and slipping the keys into my pocket.

He offered me his hand, and I took it, intertwining my fingers with his as we walked toward the lounge.

"How was your day, monkey?" he asked softly, a teasing smile on his lips.

"It was okay, nothing special. I'm just glad it's the weekend already," I cheered, my spirits lifting.

"Finally, right?" he nodded, then added, "You look pretty."

I felt a blush creep across my cheeks.

"I was so over the school uniform for a whole week... wanted to please your eyes," I teased, giving him a playful grin.

"You don't need to do anything to please my eyes; they're pleased just by looking at you," he flirted back, and my heart raced.

We arrived in the lounge, a cozy room with wooden paneling and a large square carpet in the center. By the window, two L-shaped couches faced a small TV, and behind them were tables and shelves brimming with books and board games.

Nanami and Gojo were already there, setting up the mahjong game, drinks, and snacks spread out on the table. After exchanging greetings, we settled around the table, the TV providing a low hum of background noise while the ceiling light cast a warm glow over our game area. I wasn't very good at mahjong, but I enjoyed the boys' company, often laughing at their silly jokes and appreciating how comfortable they were in my presence.

Gojo, ever the jokester, leaned back in his chair, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he casually shuffled the tiles. "Alright, let's see who's going to be crowned the mahjong master tonight," he teased, his tone a mix of playfulness and competitiveness.

Nanami, serious as always, meticulously organized his tiles, each piece perfectly aligned. "Focus, you two. This isn't just a game; it's a battle of wits," he remarked, glancing at us with a mix of determination and amusement. His calm demeanor kept the game grounded, even as Gojo's antics threatened to derail the focus.

Geto, sitting opposite me, watched intently, his dark eyes glinting with strategy. He quickly seized any opportunity to control the game, shifting his attention between his hand and the expressions of his opponents. "You know, it's not just about luck. It's about reading your opponents," he chimed in, smirking as he laid down a winning tile.

Feeling the rush of excitement, I tried to remain calm despite the competitive energy swirling around us. I concentrated on my tiles, searching for the right combinations while also picking up on the subtle cues in my friends' moods. The tension was palpable, and I could sense when Gojo was about to make a bold move or when Nanami was contemplating a strategic decision.

With every round, laughter erupted as tiles were discarded and unexpected hands were revealed. Gojo's outrageous claims of victory were met with playful eye rolls, while Nanami's strategic play earned him a few begrudging nods of respect from the others. Geto, with his sly comments, added a layer of charm and challenge to the game, his competitive spirit shining through.

It was already late when we finished the final game, and Geto, having claimed victory for the night, wore a proud look on his face. We cleaned up the table and made our way to our rooms, Geto walking me to mine. A secret mission was swirling in my mind.

"I really enjoyed myself tonight... Nanami is a sweet guy," I started, breaking the comfortable silence.

"He is great, right? If he could just loosen up a bit, he'd be even better," he chuckled.

"C'mon, someone needs to take things seriously," I teased back.

As we took a few quiet steps, I gathered my courage.

"Is Nanami single?" I asked, making Geto stop and turn to me with an eyebrow raised.

"I'm going to assume there's a good reason why you're asking me this," he replied, a puzzled expression on his face.

"So? Is he?" I pressed impatiently. "I'm asking for a friend, you know," I winked at him.

He chuckled, seeing right through me. "What in the girl hell are you plotting?"

I waited for Geto's answer with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Yes, Nanami is single," he replied, smiling. Then, as we reached my door, he added, "Oh, by the way, Gojo and I signed up for a mission tomorrow, so I won't be around during the day."

His words deflated me a little; I'd been hoping he'd spend the night.

"Sure," I managed with a faint smile, hiding my disappointment. "Just... come back alive, please." I made the joke lightly, even though it was a real wish every time I said it.

"Don't worry." He reassured me, caressing my cheek. "It's probably just a few low-grade curses." He leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on my mouth, then another, tenderly, on my forehead. "Sleep well," he murmured before turning to go.

"Good night," I whispered back as he headed to his room, the echo of his presence lingering in the hallway.

Once inside, I got ready for bed, brushing my teeth and tying my hair back. I thought about tomorrow—I'd need to fill the time somehow—and about the evening we'd just had. My mind wandered to my curse technique, wondering how I might develop it further. I needed to sense shifts in my opponents more precisely: if their mood rose, that might signal an impending attack; if it fell, it could mean a moment of weakness. Training myself to pick up on these shifts could give me a real advantage in combat. Lost in these thoughts, I finally drifted to sleep.

I woke up to an alarm I'd forgotten to turn off, and after dozing for a few extra hours, I got up, feeling a little off-balance. No messages from Tori or Geto. After a quick breakfast, I decided to go for a run—staying in top physical shape was essential for any jujutsu sorcerer. It wasn't just about power; it was about survival.

Three kilometers in, I pushed myself harder. Seven kilometers later, I was gasping, satisfied but exhausted, sitting on the grass to catch my breath. Without Geto around, I felt oddly restless. I should be able to enjoy my time alone, but there was an uneasy feeling in my gut, a silent worry that something might have gone wrong. I tried to shake it off, refocusing my thoughts. Maybe I'd practice some new moves with my nunchaku later—to surprise Geto next time we trained together.

As I got up to leave, I noticed a car in the distance, one of the faculty assistants' cars, and wondered if it was Kiyotaka. If the car was here, maybe Geto and Gojo had returned. I checked my phone—still no message. Maybe I was overthinking. After a hot shower and a change of clothes, I headed across campus toward the recovery room, scanning for any sign of them.

In the courtyard, I spotted a familiar blond head in the distance—Gojo, talking with Nanami. I felt a surge of relief and hurried over, calling out.

"Hey, Gojo! You're already back?"

He looked at me, puzzled. "Yeah, we got back by lunchtime. Haven't you seen Geto?"

My heart sank a little as I registered the confusion on his face. "Where is he?"

Gojo shrugged. "Probably in his room."

Without another word, I waved goodbye and made my way straight to Geto's door. My nerves tightened as I stood outside, finally deciding to knock and let myself in. There he was, lying on his bed, half-awake, rubbing his eyes. A faint smile crossed his face when he saw me. I noticed his hand wrapped in a bandage, though he didn't look badly hurt.

"Can I come in?" I asked softly, unsure if he wanted company.

"Of course, monkey. Come here." He shifted over, patting the space next to him and inviting me to lie down.

I joined him on the bed, glancing at the bandage on his hand as I settled in. "Are you okay?" I asked, my fingers grazing the bandage lightly.

He slipped an arm around me, pulling me closer. "This? It's nothing. Don't worry," he replied with a gentle smile.

"Was everything okay on the mission?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"It was fast. Easy." His answer was short, almost dismissive.

A flicker of worry gnawed at me. He hadn't messaged me all day, and now he seemed so quiet, so distant. Biting my lip, I tried to come up with another question, but my mind was racing with more than I could say. The way he was avoiding eye contact, offering short answers—it was out of character.

I absently started biting my nail, the silence between us thickening with the things left unsaid.

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[997]

some of my drag friends had a show with tammie brown a few weeks ago, i couldnt go but one friend went and described her performances as incredible and slightly traumatizing (this friend is a full weirdo so it had to be absolutely batshit for that to be the review) and that she legit had old lady groupies who traveled 2.5 hours from palm springs to see her and were going insane the whole time for her. thought you'd like this

i aspire to be one of the old lady groupies❣️

[rabidpunkradio]

i guess i have to be the content i want to see in the world ,,

hi , i'm creature , and i'm a frog . i was born in a human body , but i was meant to be a frog . my physical body is in pain standing upright , only feeling most comfortable with my palms to the ground and my legs bent , ready to spring forward at any moment . i am at home in water , i can swim for far longer than i could ever walk . i find myself longing for the life of a frog . unbothered by human constructs . i cant say being human is all bad , there's lots i can do that a frog couldnt , but i still find myself longing for what could have been . how much happier i might be if i were born a frog . i want others to see me as a frog as well . its hard to find species affirmation as a frog . people tend to assume you're insulting yourself . i dont find frogs to be insulting . my kin have done nothing to deserve their reputation . it makes me happy to see them come into a more popular view nowadays . growing up frogs were one of the gross animals . one of nature's freaks . i saw myself in that . i still do , in different ways . there's no good way for me to end this post ... maybe i'll come back and edit it . for now i just know i have to get it out there

[cherienymphe]

she looked so damn familiar and i couldnt figure it out for the life of me but she's in palm springs?? idk why this is so shocking to me 😭

https://www.tumblr.com/cherienymphe/766822896931930112?source=share

I've never seen Palm Springs. She'll always be Jordan's first wife in wolf of Wall Street and the mom in how I met your mother to me

[alba8688]

Chapter 8

Word count;1601

Warnings:mentions of suicide

EDDIE POV

Today is the 2nd day of spring break and here I am stuck in my apartment. I mean I could be anywhere I want because im a fucking ghost or a spirit or whatever the fuck iam.but here I am hiding from Aria in the secret room in the closet where my sweetheart is resting the last place i left her before i did whatever the fuck i did that cause for me to be fucking ghost .

Well there's a reason why I'm hiding here. I wanted Ari to find my sweetheart and put her on her stand where she belongs next to my bed, not here hiding behind these four small walls that must be suffocating her. I mean it is not like she is alive i mean she is a guitar Jesus Christ.

But i know i would be suffocating if i was stuck here for so long two years to be exact and no one has found her,Well that was the whole point why i made this room to hide important stuff in case someone broke in.

But that never happened.

I just want Ari to find my sweetheart and get her out of here because it's still really hard for me to pick up bigger things.Plus i I really do trust Aria and I know she will take care of my sweetheart.

I just wish I could wake up from that stupid coma that I got myself in..

Sometimes I wonder if I will ever wake up .

I really hope I do .

But then again what if i don’t ever wake up.

"Eddie." I heard Ari's steps close to where I was.

Her steps were getting closer and closer and I wanted to jump out and scare her .I was tempted to trust me.

But I had to wait till she was closer.

"Eddie is not fair because you can disappear and move to a different place !" she whine

Her voice sounded closer this time as she was in the closet already.

So that was my queue. I jumped out to scare her but didn't know she was already in front of the door where my sweetheart was and went straight through her .

That was something I wasn't expecting.

But it happened.

Suddenly Images of Ari's memories flash through my mind as if I was in her head. Everything happens in a matter of a few seconds. It was a memory between her and Jason. Memories that were private that I shouldn't have seen but I did.It was of Them together on dates, intimate memories as well that was something I didn't want to see. Then it was the memories of them there last year together. He always made excuses to leave and meet up with Chrissy. Somehow Ari knew but she never said anything because she thought she was just being a jealous girlfriend. A toxic girlfriend like Jason called her and like Chrissy called me too. Suddenly I felt like crying , a sharp pain in my chest not like a heart attack but the same pain I felt when Chrissy cheated on me .

From Ari's eyes I saw her standing on the back of the church hiding on the back of the Pillar of white flowers looking at Jason and Chrissy standing in front of the altar saying their vows. When the priest said if there was anyone in the crowd who had a reason for them not to get married for them to talk now.But Ari turned around walking away bumping into someone.

She didn't see who it was because her eyes were glued to the ground not wanting anyone to see her crying but those shoes and that chain on the jeans of the person,that was me she bumped into before I went inside making a scene .

"Y-you were there?" We both spun around at the same time pointing at each other Ari's eyes red and tears trickling down her cheeks .

"I-I saw how y-you.." she couldn't finish the sentence and dropped to her knees .

"You saw what ?" I asked, kneeling down in front of her trying to grab her face in my hands but I Couldn't.I really wished I could cup her face, feel her warm cheeks on the palm of my hands, wipe those tears away Make her feel better.

But i couldnt because im in a fucking coma.

But now I wonder: Did she see the same thing I did ?

Did she see my point of view ?

"E-Eddie you are worth it ,y-you are loved by so many people y-you d-didn't have to try to end your life I felt everything .::" she stopped and looked at me then placed her hands on her neck as if she was gasping for air.

What was she doing?

"Y-you let yourself drown, why?!"

What does she mean I let myself drown?

What was she talking about ?

And just like that in a matter of seconds images of my last minutes came to my head.

"Jesus Christ!" I stood up remembering that awful night I tried to take my life away and only ended up in a bed in a coma in Hawkins hospital .

"I felt everything ,your pain ,your heartbreak,the water you were choking in, your last breath you didn't even fight for your life why? ." She choked in her words at the end .

"I'm sorry ."was Everything I said ,I didn't want her to feel the pain I felt I didn't even remember my last minutes everything happen in a flash and the next thing I knew when i open my eyes again I was standing in front of Ari looking at her getting a beer from my fucking fridge with just a towel wrapped around her body .

I didn't know what was happening at that time. I couldn't understand why there was another girl in my apartment that wasn't chrissy.

"For what ?" She asked ,getting me out of my thoughts.

She stood up slowly still crying, her eyes already puffy and her nose red .

"For what you saw." I looked down playing with my rings ,I felt embarrassed for being such a weak ass man who tried to run away from his problems by taking his life away .

I'm always running from my problems ,my pain.That was the only thing i thought that could make the pain go away by killing myself.Which i failed miserably because i'm still barely alive in a hospital bed surrounded by machines.

Why was I so weak? Ari was going through the same pain but it never ever crossed her mind to take her life away instead she was strong even though she was going through so much pain the same pain as mine.

But She was strong; she stayed in Hawkins and continued her job in Hawkins high school .

She never gave up like I did.

She wasn't weak like I was.

"Y-you were the person I bumped into when I left the church ." I heard her say ,getting me out of my thoughts once again.

I look at her. I really want to wipe those tears from her face.

"Yeah,before I made a scene and a complete idiot out of myself ." I chuckled remembering that stupid afternoon begging Chrissy to come back to me that I loved her and that I would change. I have no idea why I would change. I even told her I'll make the closet just like she wanted and Then the rest is a blurred .

“I need to lay down.” Ari said before walking out and leaving me alone in the walk in closet.I follow her upstairs and lay down next to her both looking up at the ceiling.

“You with it Eddie.”she whispered

“So are you Ari and so much.”

I don’t know how long we stay like that in bed but after awhile Ari got up to put a movie .

"The notebook." I've never thought in a million years that I'll be watching this damn movie.But here I am laying down next to Ari watching the movie and holding back tears .

I don't know what the fuck was going on with me that I was crying when she went back and saw Noah again and they slept together.

Maybe it was all those memories coming back to me ,or maybe it was me becoming too sentimental.

"Jesus Christ is someone cutting onions here !!" I joked wiping the tears from my eyes

"You're crying ?" Ari turned to face me sniffling. She was worse than me and she looked adorable, her eyes red, her nose red and puffy God she was beautiful .

I don't know what it was but lately I've started to feel different. At first when I met Ari I felt uncomfortable having another girl here that wasn't Chrissy but as the months passed she changed everything in me .

She made me smile ,she made me the happiest man whenever I see her taking pictures in the closet in the mirror that I had put for Chrissy but she thought it wasn't big enough.

The way her eyes lit up when she first saw the closet .

The way she takes care of the vanity I did for Chrissy, when Chrissy thought it wasn't good enough for her , Ari thought it was the best vanity ever .

I think I'm falling for Aria and it scares me .

One because I'm in a coma .

Second, I don't want my heart to be broken again.

I don't know if I could take that pain again.

Next chapter

[mindbleeds]

Notebooks found after flood 12/27/22

Focused on good steps

See how easily your mind can shift

Going from negative and questioning

To authentic sturdy positivity

It seems trivial at times, when really its just a misconception of the value in being/keeping simplicity

A bit past three and there is nobody around. A little fucked up, here silence is the loudest sound. Becoming better and making changes. A bit distraught I am just filling up these lines on these pages. Repeating how im not good enough for him. A sea of thoughts that I am drowingng in. If I told you that things get better then Id be lying. Dont know how to make this all right again, but im trying. When the breeze picks up, I hope to drift away. And when the pain sets in, I hope you choose to stay

Tonight I wont sleep. Keep me awake in your dreams. Tomorrow might give reason as to what this all means. For now, this porch is a santuary. And one more sleepless night reinstills my obscure sanity

Here I stand, commencing a peaceful celebration at the edge of this continent. It happens every single morning and night. 

Mother Nature provides us with moments to remain in

Filled with music, lights, and entertain ment

All we have to do is be present

Give back to her the gift of whole hearted embracement

See the natural beauty of all of earths creations

Surrounding you

And find

Youre one of them as well

We stood at the edge of what we had imagined forever might feel like

We found shelther in a cave where darkness and the cold became our home. We came to love it and came to know what the other on of us was

I couldnt hold these words for you any longer

They all held remnants of so many honeysuckle sunsets

That led to nights of staying up far too late

I thought you werent meant to say things like “sleep well babe” to people that didnt matter

But you do

You did

And so I did

And now all thats left are all of these heavy baskets I was forced to bring in off from the front porch

Sheilding them from getting wet and potentially smearing

In case you might need something from them again

But I need to give them back today

Got to let them go and weave a new basket

All these baskets that are filled with left over remnants of honeysuckle sunsets and pine needle nights

On a foggy beach, misty afternoon. The empty shore goes further than my eyes can see. Footprints from the early risers on their morning beach-jogs. Riddled with craters from heavy raindrops hitting. The ocean is a deeper navy than im used to seeing and its extra foamy. As it washes up it leaves little trinkets along the coast for beach goers to collect and give to loved ones. I come across a shell thats perfectly unweathered. I hold it in my palm for a minute and admire its natural beauty then I toss it back into the ocean and I make a wish

Barefooted where the water washes up and over my unpainted toenails of my tatted foot. Its picturesque the way that I sink in deeper with each rise and drift of the tide. For such a chillu early spring day the water is warm. On the horizon cargo ships move along. I always wonder what they are carrying and where its going to. I wonder if people think the same things as I do. A few people pass by, they simple and I smile too. 

I move a little ways from the water and up onto a lifeguard tower. From here I can see the city through the fog. I stay here for a while until I remember my peace. Long enough for the mist to go away and for teh gaurds to tell me Ive got to go. I breathe in the salty air. And draw a picture in the sand. Wash mu feet before I get to the parking lot, and into my car. A quiet drive back to shleter and my bed. Tonight I will rest easy. Thanks to the ocean once again

Greedy eyes better look away. See how they long to step inside my mind without an invitation and I cant break from the state of flux im in where I am drowning out all distractions and building up this creative vision

Grateful just to be livin unlimited and elevated. Forming word clusters resonating with my soul of an indigo hue vibrating higher feel what I can do

Laying it down. Countless times. Consider this a refresher

Let the beauty come pouring out. Long enough it has been running through my veins. Undneath all this pain a sparkle remained in both of my eyes on the most unexpected of days, it became known again. It was that little bit of magic that kept me and still keeps me going. 

To know that in the midst of everything, magic can happen, wounds heal, grace saves, and it is possible for something liek you to search so deep within yourself- not to find any sort of answer but to discover further and more in depth who you are and what you are here to bring to the world. So that in everything you do it is eveyrhitng you are. And you do it so humbly even angels admire it. You are waking up into something more

Connected surpassing all the times I felt neglected

You’re here, right?

Say you rage so hard, right?

Time to put that mentality to the test

Im the neutral party here

Youre the one who’s working the show

Im living and listening

Gotta vent? Get it out

Trying to just shove it all on me? Cut that shit now

Look twice

But dont question even once

Actually really living without regrets

Giving zero fucks, actually

Few are capable of handling me

My ppl know when to leave it alone

And I give it back ten fold their direction

See I show up

Not only for you regularly

But also for me

Selfish

But look how I radiate

Sit back and question

How could I do it any other way

Than this one

This right here counts

Real is what matters

Theyll turn to view the artist

Find goodness and beauty along the way

Seeking it out 

On display 

In a gloomy distraught place

New creators will find their voices

Visionaries will be forced to adjust in the shift

Into alignment with natures message

Theyll be the ones who interpret it

This is what we need

To feel lonely, overwhelmed

Totally clueless about what will happen

For somewhere in that. Fear and desparation

We are bound to discover a newfound hope

So feel what youre feeling

Stay plugged in

Take breaks and remember to

Breathe

I know we will get to a better tomorrow eventually

Rest now

Take it one day at a time 

Sure, youre inside

But are you going to look outside of yourself or go and lock the front door

Look out your window and feel lucky enough to have shelter?

Will it all go back to normal like ti was or is this our chance to redefine normal”? Will you let the anxieties of being completely not in control define and dictace your days or can you pause to know every person is feeling thatanxiety to varying degrees? Wake up to the goodness buried in there

(About 2020)

Sit down take a secodn feel the ground take a breath in and hold it still 1 2 3 4 now let it out

Its a mystery whats left to come thats why I love it

I let myself fall deeply into some of the most unassuming moments

Wouldnt call it something beautiful but theres something great about it

It doesnt happen on purpose

Its only real to me when it unintentionally happens

Force makes it feel fake

This is the push of the universe. Im reciebing gifts I dont deserve

Writing about what im feeling is probably good

Putting it into words- I tend to jump and overanalyze/. Theres a pandemic happening and somehow I dont feel all that panicked- its odd but this isnt about me

Speak only when its time to say checkmate

Write in silence

Gotta let me

E s c a p e 

Into that void

This empty space

No time

Total lack of linear structure

Where I find

Whats incomprehendable to a simple mind

All I know is that this one thing right here

See,

This

Is 

Mine

She does the work and does whats right. Reads up on Jesus to celebrate easter with her family respectfully though to the norm (nam?) she respectfully declines. heartwarmth she is the buddha in the studio. 

Run it. Make me ratchet. Make it crave it till I ask please can I have it

He settles for what he can take

All that he makes

Gets swept away

Hes always running towards heartbreak

Cause its his own

Hes out to shake

She wants so badly to let him in

Hes wearing thing

Her chest caves in

And so does his

One final leap

Today begins

Sunlight

Golden beams hit my body 

Shadows on my ribs

Craters and waves

The ocean, my soft skin

When its broken down be motivated by the sounds - like how when it stops in the surroundings- still we create- loud

Containment makes it worse

Theyre like “do this”

Meanwhile im trying to explain how hard it is to write relevantly but how easy it is to write about a bathroom door

Indeed

Now that Ive found him there is no sense In making myself be grounded

Know that when its forever

It just keeps getting better

I tried to wrap my head around coincidenece

Couldnt make sense of it

Then I met him

The calm of letting things go

Breathing, feeling, living and feeling whole on my own

Its all because he found me

So many weights disappeared and were lifted

I sort of always knew that Im gifted

Searching for that gifts purpose

Could I return it? 

Give it back to the betterment of whatever is left thats still good?

When I come back

I reiterate

It isnt over yet

Matter of face

This is only jsut the start

Soo ill take on my role

Quite literally play my part

Selfish as it seems from your perspective

This is always for you

Not me

Drip

Drift

Descend

Fall 

In

To

Fade away into Neverland

Wild dreams that speak

Are filtered

Outrageous thoughts

Deemed too controversial

Well im craving an uproar

Desiring the upside down 

Pray that we lose all sense of normal

To be forced into a new right side up

Maybe then 

People change

Maybe then

Weve still got a fighting chance

To make this a better place

When its my turn to speak

Listen from a “all the past is erased” point of view

Im here to say

We can make it happen

Youve got to be with me the whole way

Is the ceiling caving in or is it exploding?

Feeling weightless yet grounded in the moment

I lost track of all the days last week

I think

That Ive got no clue what im even really thinking

But when im just feeling like this

It feels so right to just go with it

I move

Are you with me

Pray you dont ever forget

Its me who is in charge 

Of the pace of this

The ebbs and flows

The waves youve been riding

Thats all me

Always will be

Always has been

There is no next step

There is only here

There is only now

Just this moment

To take up residency in

At a table

Surrounded by a bunch of tall grass

And weeds

The light is shining down, you can see it really clearly

The river thats ahead is canopied by trees and the birds on all the wispy branches are out there singing the songs that they sing

I am intricately interwoven 

Into this tapestry of life

Some days I know exactly what I am doing and where I am going

Other days I have absolutely no ideas

This does not slow me down becasue I trust the process of it all

I carry a sack full of goals and ambitions with me. I dream alot. Visions are what I feel I can hold onto. They get clearer the more time I devote to developing them. The more I alloow myself to jsut be, the more abundant they/it becomes. The more that I surrender to the wild excitement that comes along with living, the happier and calmer I become. I am opening myself up to more movement with no real expectation fo what that might lead me to. I am worthy of this journey. I am here

I am willing

And I am always ready to take on whatever life hands me

The smell of the river mixed with bug spray

The red cardinal waiting for me patiently at the front door

Calm and at ease

Pleasant

My head rests on my knee

A fresh start

Still it sort of seems the same

Im learning the value in that

How to not just shy away

How to allow

Take in

Hold on

Feel

Impact

Let go

Release

Reverberate within the atmosphere

Its sort of smelly here

Then again, so am I 

My god its been a while since Ive been able to just sit back and relax 

Like we used to do back when we still felt like kids

Feels like ages since back then, hard to believe how much weve grown

But im so glad that we grew the way we have

I know that nothing can erase the past

No substnace is gonna change what is fact

Im okay with all of that

I wont ever deny whats true or withold any of the details of my story and struggle

I stand by saying all I did had to be done 

I feel like I might be capable of getting this message through and across

You cannot blame yourself for being guarded. 

Closing off

For protecting your once-soft heart that over time was hardened

I know its hard, that people can be mean

They can backstab and betray you. I  know its easier to just get up and walk away than it is to wait around for someone when youve become so accustomed to how they all leave. I cant promise you that everyday will be sprinkled with magic and glitter but I can tell you that one day, the right ones will come along, and youll know theyre the right ones to come because they are the ones who will stay.

Proud of how you have fought to not push them away

[munsster]

Hello! :) are you taking requests atm? 🥰 I’m in love with your robin fics and I was wondering if you could maybe write one with a shy reader x robin please? Maybe with Steve in there somewhere too? only if you want of course!! 💗💗💗

and one night only

A/N: i am taking requests!!! <3 also wasn’t sure if you meant steve platonically or not so i may have gone a tad ham. alsoooo hmmmmm i don’t think i did this right, i just couldnt think up any scenarios, so if you have any specifics, i’d LOVE to redeem myself

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Shy!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Shy!Reader (platonic)

Summary: Steve finds it silly how flustered you get in front of your long term crush at the carnival. 1.7k words.

Warnings: fluff, flirting, pining, just a pinch of insecurity/jealousy, the smallest little kiss

Toeing the sawdust and hands shoved into your pockets, you watch her laughing with a blonde girl who's gorgeous beyond belief drenched in the carnival's neon lights. Her blue eyeshadow, her dark lashes, her smile: the kind of beautiful you see in Seventeen. Even in unflattering green and gold, even with a plume of feathers and a brassy instrument between her fingers.

She's so gorgeous, and your heart aches for how happy Robin looks. Looks at you, actually, from across the fairground. But you turn away.

"Why the long face, babe?"

You look over your shoulder to see Steve, holding two cracked open cans of soda and frowning when he sees that bleary look on your face. You always get him sad when he can read the sentiment in your eyes. Because he knows how worried you get about yourself. About Robin. And he knows that as much as you trust her, you’re unsure of your own self. He knows. You both do.

He hands you the can. You take a stinging swig and gulp it down like cotton.

“You know, you don’t have to stay,” he offers, “I could drop you off and come back no problem. I’m your guy.”

You chuckle and duck down, fueled furiously by how easily he distracted you. From your shaky hands and your racing heart and the set lines between your brows.

“Thanks,” you huff, tilting your head at him with a tight-lipped smile. And it makes him feel a little better. Then you see the lime green lion tucked under his arm, dark eyes shining up at you, wiry mane shifting hopefully like blades of grass in spring.

“You want him?”

You hold your breath when he cups the belly of the beast and holds it up for you. His face is lopsided and synthetic velvet, but he looks warm. Like you could tuck him under your skull and trust he’d be there when you woke.

“Mm-mmh, he’s yours,” you say, scratching his little furry head and twisting a chunk with your fingertips, “even got your hair.”

“You sure? Anything to cheer you up.”

“He’s yours,” you insist. But Steve’s just not buying it because since you locked eyes with the cub, you haven’t looked away.

“No, no, it’s no problem, honey. Won him for you anyway.”

Pinching the little paw with your fingers, your breath hitches, and you give Steve that thousand-yard stare before breaking out into a soft smile.

“Really?”

“Yes,” he huffs, settling the stuffed animal in your free hand and nodding sweetly, “yes, really. I knew you’d like him.”

And during your wide-eyed fascination, Steve glances past you to find Robin mindlessly agreeing with a rambling bandmate while she’s busy watching him occupy you. She chews her lip, and Steve shrugs.

So she jogs over, abandoning her film-buff buddy and getting her new white shoes dusty. But she stops next to you and you squeak out a “hi,” and she thinks she might pass out. And not just from playing all day.

“Hi,” she replies, “how are you?”

“I’m… good.”

Robin wants to live inside your palms. She wants to be your lion and know what it’s like to be guarded and near you. Even to stay forgotten under your bed until you don’t want her anymore. And she wishes she knew any valuable conversational topics so she could hear your voice again. Steve finds the silence grueling, and he knows you have so much to say with your hands fiddling with the lion and your eyes flicking between the ground and her shoes.

“So… Robin,” he says, “you were just telling me… about… uh, about the—”

“The new movie, yeah.”

“Yeah. Right, that new movie. Did you hear about that one?”

You perk up and shake your head, only catching Robin’s eye contact for a second before shuffling to the sound of their soft discussion. But Robin’s been watching you since the first glance. Out of the corner of her eye, sometimes, but making sure you’re still there. And then you glance at Steve, nerves alight and neck craned.

“D’you think I can go… wait in the car? I don’t wanna—we don’t have to leave, yet. I can… I mean, I can just wait.” You exhale, pinning the lion to your side and shifting a little on your feet when you realize how cool Steve has been. How sweet he’s been for noticing your grip and your buzzing.

He nods so knowingly, dropping the keys into your palm to let you smile and hurry away to the parking lot just past a patch of dirt and dead grass. Robin’s whiny the second you’re out of ear shot.

“I’m floundering, Steve, why can’t I speak? She’s”—Robin groans and tilts her head back—“she’s so sweet and I never know what to say. How do you do it?”

“Robin, Robin, don’t take yourself so seriously. Why don’t you just ride the wave? Let it happen?”

“I’m tired of it. I’ve been letting it happen! I fucking—I fucking want to hold her hand so bad, Harrington, is that so much to ask?”

He drops his head, pressing a hand to his mouth to stifle a chuckle.

“Don’t laugh, asshole. You just don’t get it.”

“Shut up, I get it plenty,” he grumbles, squinting at her. But she grabs his face in one hand and glares at him like he’s a leftover piece of meat and she’s freezer burn with a knack for these sorts of things.

“Listen, I have known this girl—this angel for the better half of my life, and I know you’re meddling, so why don’t you do it better, Cupid? When I think about her, I go crazy wishing I knew how to make her smile the way you do.”

“It’s easy, you just—”

“No, don’t bullshit me, I’m not a veteran like you, alright? I don’t want to get in her pants, I want to listen to her talk about the things she loves, and I want her to let me love those things, too. And I…” she sighs and lets go of his face in defeat, “I can’t do that standing here bickering with you. I gotta…”

Steve cracks his jaw with a grunt before reaching for her trumpet and patting the top of her flamboyant marching band hat. “Go get ‘er.”

Her eyes light up like she’s watching fireworks, a technicolor splash of hope from the corners to her pupil, and she’s filled with confidence. A rush of I-love-her-so-much-I-could-write-about-it. Something unlike what came before, and more purely you. The anticipation of a deadly year was too much. Too heavy, and all she wants is to know you’re still there. And to let it stay that way. So she bolts.

Her breathing is frantic searching for your silhouette in each of the cars, finally finding you, leaned against one of the backseat doors. She opts for the other and slips in with a deep breath, shutting the door when you look at her like she’s batshit.

“Hi,” you say, fingers wrapped tightly into the arm of the cheap, green lion in your lap.

“Um, hi,” she pants, “I’m Robin—”

You chuckle and nod.

“I know.”

Her eyes go wide.

“No,” she says, “no, right, of course you do, uh—shit, I had something to say.” But she can’t focus with your eyes flicking over the golden detailing of her hat, the feathers squished against the roof and bent out of shape.

“I like your uniform,” you say, voice perfect. Better than she ever remembered. And you’re about to fucking explode. You’re gnawing your inner cheek and twiddling the lion’s tail and smiling up at her hat, though she loosens it and sets it in her lap.

“Thanks. I get to keep it.” But that’s not really true. She only gets to keep it until she graduates. You don’t need to know that.

“That’s… nice.”

She nods.

And in the fifteen seconds of hushed everything, she swears blood gushes straight to her brain and makes her itch. On purpose. Of course, it happens now. She gets antsy now, with a pretty girl sitting this close and maybe even smiling at her.

“Uh, hey, so”—she scratches the back of her head, and you’re laser focused, a little concerned with your lips parted—“this might sound… really weird, but…”

She takes a deep breath. And looks at you. And you’re running your fingers through a tuft feathers where the hat connects to the yellowish puff. And she smiles. At how patient you are, even when you’re not trying and even when she’s off the rails and backtracking. You’re patient.

“I think you’re so cool,” she huffs. Robin Buckley, who likes old comedies and plays trumpet and has her nails painted a different color every week, thinks you’re cool.

“I… what?”

“You’re killer, and I can’t get enough of everything you do,” she says with that smiley grin leaving her glowing in the moonlit summer evening. “And I… I like you.”

You’re looking at her like she’s crazy. Like there’s no way you can believe her, when you’ve been near silent and nerve-ridden for who knows how long. You can’t believe her.

But then she carefully inches her fingers to cradle yours, looking down at your rings with a smile. Then looking up at you.

“I mean it.”

You blink hard and sigh, squeezing her nimble fingers and suffocating in your own perfume. All while she breathes it in. Leaves you the oxygen so she can catch your orange blossom and juniper. And you’re squeezing her hand while your voice whispers.

“I like you, too.”

And when Steve opens the car door and looks at the two of you stunned in the backseat, he hides a smile.

“What am I now, your chauffeur?”

You laugh, and she wants it bottled up and shelved. Repurposed to replace her IV bag when she really needs it. When she’s teetering, you’re probably the one thing sure to catch her by the shirtwaist and knock some sense into her.

Then you peck her cheek. And for the rest of the ride, you sit closer than you have before, resting the little green lion across your laps, tethering yourself to this for the rest of your lives.

“Onward, Jeeves.”

masterlist

[midnightmoonkiss]

I need more pirate deku. It should be illegal to be that hot-🎶

Right?

And the thing with Pirate Deku... is that he knows he’s hot.

WARNINGS!: Smut, Bare Grinding, Dom! Pirate! Deku - 18+ Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 1k+

When he first started out as a pirate, sailing on a ship at the ripe age of 13, he had no confidence whatsoever.

He was a scrawny kid who was more afraid of disobeying orders than he was scared of the British navy who wanted to conquer the sea.

He got sick all of the time, other kids called him pathetic and would constantly jeer at him.. until one day he snapped.

Under the leadership of a new captain, he got stronger, he wasnt as afraid anymore. His confidence only grew as years went by and ladies wanted him.

The cockiness that blossomed was just another sign of victory.

He was a hot, murderous piece of shit and he knew it.

He used it to his advantage.

Of course, he was still kind, sweet, and he had his bashful moments - but he would also sweep you off your feet and fuck you loudly in a cheap inns room until there was a hole in the wall...

He is very sexy in that sense.

And he is all yours... somehow.

Rum burned your tongue as his addicting mouth devoured your own, his palms, roughened from years of work at sea, smoothing up under your clothes, caressing your bare skin.

Lips met again and again in feverent harmony, desire building up in your stomach as his skillful fingers easily popped open every button that held the fabric of your night shirt together.

“I want you..” Izuku whispered hotly against your kiss-slick, swollen lips. His deep, saccharine voice coated in lust sending shivers down your spine, straight to your core, making you clench around thin air.

Your heart pounded in your ears as he shoved you down against his large bed, caging you in on the mattress with his muscular arms covered in tattoos and scars, your only article of clothing now discarded.

Fully bare, all for him to admire.

The cold night air from being out in open waters made you squirm beneath him, nipples already hardening.

“You’re so cute..” The pirate with messy green curls practically swooned, the pirate you were madly in love with.

Pirate.. such a strange word. It should fill you with fear. It doesn’t. Not anymore.

Hearts were in his enchanting green eyes as he leaned down to kiss you once more, sweetly, carefully, filled with pure love.

That pure love quickly melted into the thick, sticky tar-like goop that was lust.

Could you blame him?

He loved to kiss you. He couldn’t help himself.

To him, you were more addicting than any alcohol thats ever touched his tongue.

He could just drink you all up, devour you again and again and again and never get tired of the flavor - nor the high you always give him.

Your plush thighs wrapped around his slender waist, pulling him closer towards you.

You wanted to feel him, feel every inch of him. If you didn’t.. you swore you’d go mad.

His own shirt was discarded long ago, exposing his rippling muscles.

Your dainty hands, so small in comparison to his, had the pleasure of feeling up every muscle and blemish on his warm back. Moles and freckles painted the night skin on his skin.

He smelt like vanilla and cinnamon rum, sea water, sweat, and misplaced pine.

His scent always made you feel safe and secure, at home as your mind fell into madness.

A gasp escaped your lips, breaking the loving kiss when he rutted his hips against yours, clothed erection pressing against your soaked bare self.

Large hands groped and massaged your chest that jiggled everytime he ground his hard-on against you, fingers rubbing and pulling at your nubs

Your unashamed cries echoed around the dark room illuminated in moonlight, fingernails dragging along his tanned flesh, his searing kiss now on your neck. Teeth dragged along its column, nipping and licking, searching for that spot that made you squeal so he could leave a possessive love bite on.

His curls tickled your cheeks and collarbones, they always did.

Sudden frustration made you reach between your burning bodies just to yank his underwear down, letting his thick, throbbing cock spring free from its confinement’s.

It slapped heavily down on your tummy, his flushed tip leaking precum all over your naval.

“My, my,” he chuckled against you, “Impatient, are we?”

“J-just a bi- nnn..!”

Forcefully spreading your soft legs apart, he slid his heavy cock between your pussy lips, coating himself with your slick.

The leaking tip of his cock rubbed perfectly against your sensitive clit and labia as he rubbed himself between your slippery, smooth folds, shockwaves of pleasure burning at your nerves.

You swore you could feel every vein on his dick.

“H-haAh..!”

The act alone was so lewd, filthy, and downright sinful that it made your cheeks burn hotter than the swirling flame in your stomach that only grew with each movement he made.

You were nearly embarassed, so completely exposed and vulnerable but.. everything felt so good.

His movements were slow and careful and it drove you insane but it felt.. it felt amazing.

His cock was heavy and it put just the right amount of pressure in all the right places. All the places that made you tremble.

You couldnt help but rub your cunt against his length as well, desperately trying to match his pace as whines slipped out your throat with every movement. Your clit dragged along his cockhead, the size difference between it and you making your dizzy.

You could feel yourself dripping onto the sheets below, staining them with your essence, leaving a puddle below your ass, his calculated movements only making you gush even more like a leak in a boat.

You wanted him inside you so bad you were about to cry. To feel him, for him to fill you to the brim and claim you as his own, to leave you with a headache from the loud and aggressive banging of the headboard against the wall.

You wanted him to fuck you so good and hard you couldn’t stand the next morning — to completely rock your world and drown you in him again and again, over and over until you passed out in his strong arms that would always hold you so tenderly.

Your cunt ached for him. Silky smooth, gummy walls wanted to feel him so much.

You couldn’t take this teasing much longer, you needed more.

“You’re so wet for me, my darling..”

He was always in such awe whenever he felt how wet you were.. always so wet for him.

Only him.

You were his, and his alone.

His precious treasure.

The one thing he couldnt live without.

Cocky smirk on his lips, he lifted himself to stare down at you, admiring your blissful expression.

Hand grabbing himself, he swirled his tip around your twitching, puffy clit, cooing when your back arched off the bed and your eyes slipped shut as a long moan was drawn out of you.

“My precious little angel,”

Dragging his tip down to your fluttering hole, he pressed ever so slightly in, humming when you clenched around him, pussy seemingly trying to drag him in.

A little warm welcome.

“I cant wait to hear you scream my name.”

[junisfics]

Prompt — Eren and Armin studying in the back corner of the library. Armin is tutoring Eren in one of his sore subjects and Eren can’t concentrate, ‘cause he’s horny and the only thing he can think about it Armin’s pretty pink dick. One thing leads to another and soon Eren’s giving him a handjob under the table and Armin’s trying to contain himself.

YOINKS thats so hot

armin would "eren — what are you, oh" when he feels erens hand smooth over his cock. armin would immediately stiffen, knees jerking up and hitting the table, palms flattening onto the wooden table

eren would savor that little jolt, that and the way armins cute little cock twitches beneath the fabric of his umber corduroys, under erens fingers.

armin couldn't say no, he just couldnt. not when erens murmuring how much he wants to fist your pretty fucking cock right here, wanna fill you so bad. and gently slipping his waistband over armins hips until that stupidly perfect dick springs out

armin gasps at the cold air, whimpers at eren's calloused fingers grasping his shaft, almost sobs as erens thumb swirls around the precum that's gathered on the soft pink tip.

armin whines, and he stifles his sobs, but he doesn't draw attention to the people at the other tables just past the bookshelves until he notices eren palming his own cock over his sweats.

"oh eren," armins shoves his fist into his mouth and tucks his head into the crook of erens shoulder as he cums; legs shaking and teeth digging into the tender flesh of his hand.

and eren feels armins hot cum, feels the dull pulsing of armin's cock under his fingers and empties himself into his briefs

[sunshinenpigeon]

my favorite quotes from The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

i wrote them in the order they appeared in the book, i made my top ones balder (and put🦋next tothem). also for obvious reasons i couldnt type all of the first kiss, first time (cave scene), the whole “I don’t think I’ve ever told you about...” scene or the deaths, so just know that if i could post those pages, i would because those scenes are absolutely iconic.

Those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that I felt anything at all.

There was a vividness to him, even at rest, that made death and spirits seem foolish.

When he smiled, the skin at the corners of his eyes crinkled like a leaf held to flame.

Some people might have mistaken this for simplicity. But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?

As if he heard me, he smiled, and his face was like the sun.

This feeling was different. I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This and this and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender or too slow.

I lean forward and our lips land clumsily on each other. They are like the fat bodies of bees, soft and round and giddy with pollen. I can taste his mouth—hot and sweet with honey from dessert. My stomach trembles, and a warm drop of pleasure spreads beneath my skin. More.

He smiled. “Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere.” The sun sank below Pelion’s ridges, and we were happy.

“You would not be displeased, I think. With how you look now.” My face grew warm, again. But we spoke no more of it.

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.🦋

We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

“Does it matter? I would not stop.” His voice was warm with desire. I felt an answering flush across my skin.

“Name one hero who was happy.” “You can’t.” “I can’t.” “I know. They never let you be famous and happy. “I’ll tell you a secret.” “Tell me.” “I’m going to be the first.” He took my palm and held it to his. “Swear it.” “Why me?” “Because you’re the reason. Swear it.”

We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room loving him in silence.

Later, Achilles pressed close for a final, drowsy whisper. “If you have to go, you know I will go with you.”

Had she really thought I would not know him? I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

His eyes flicked around the hall, catching for a moment on my face. I could not help myself. I smiled.

“I would not care,” I said. The words scrabbled from my mouth. “Whatever you became. It would not matter to me. We would be together.” “I know, I know,” he said quietly, but did not look at me.

When he died, all things swift and beautiful and bright would be buried with him. I opened my mouth, but it was too late.

He was spring, golden and bright. Envious Death would drink his blood, and grow young again.

He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes.” Relief broke in his face, and he reached for me. I let him hold me, let him press us length to length so close that nothing might fit between us.

You must not kill Hector,” I said. A sly smile spread across his face; he had always loved defiance. “Well, why should I kill him? He’s done nothing to me.” For the first time then, I felt a kind of hope. (this is just hearbreaking for obvious reasons!!! the forshadowing!!)

“Your honor could be darkened by it.” “Then it is darkened.” His jaw shot forward, stubborn. “They are fools if they let my glory rise or fall on this.” “But Odysseus—” His eyes, green as spring leaves, met mine. “Patroclus. I have given enough to them. I will not give them this.” After that, there was nothing more to say.

He had light enough to make heroes of them all.

You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

He is half of my soul, as the poets say.

The last thing I think is: Achilles.

“That is—your friend?” “Philtatos,” Achilles says, sharply. Most beloved. 🦋

I am made of memories “Go,” she says. “He waits for you.” IN THE DARKNESS, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.