#rain bown

[confundida25]

Ok im calm now

HE APOLOGIZES!!! FOR EVERY THING, HE EXPLAIN WHY HE DID WHAT HE DID AND AND HE UNDERSTOUD THAT JUST AN APOLOGY WASNT ENOUGHT!!! Like like.... He said it!!! He is trying to be better, and He said it so softly, not yelling or with that graspy usual VOICE NOOOOO HE BASICALLY WISPER AND ADN THE POITN THAT IT WAS UNDER THE RAIN, WHEN HE IS MUST VULNERABLE, IN AN SPACE THAT HE HATE, like OMG and that is the final steike that Just brake Deku's o NO WAIT IZUKU'S WILL BECAUSE HE CALL HIM IZUKU ASH LWJDFK HE NEVER CALL HIM IZUKU!!!! AND HE BOWN!! OMG IZUKU PLEASE BRING THIS MAN TO HIS KNEES, MAKE HIM BEG!!!! AND AND HE RUN TO CATCH HIM WHEN HE FALL, AND IT WAS SO SWEET NONREMARK NO INSULT NOTHING JUST GENTLY GRABBING UNDER THE RAIN!!!!!

And Just to finish Deku apologizes toooo aght... MY HEARTH

[headmate-packages]

A package has arrived for you! Open it?

Shipping # 00001100

📮💌📦

Shipping Number: 00001100 (12)

Name(s): Raine, Spruce, Aspen

Nickname(s): N/A

Pronouns: he/ze

Species: humanoid + animal (deer)

Age/range: 19-26 (age tends to be on the older side of that)

Gender: nonbinary, genderdeer, deeranatomic, forestgender

Role: Caretaker

Interests: Therianthropy and alterhumanity

Frontcalls: Deer, birds, streams, books about or sounds of such things, children

Likes: Greens and browns, the smell of grass or rain, children

Dislikes: white walls.

Signoff: 🦌🎭

appearance: Tall and lanky with darker, tanned skin and freckles. Ze has fluffy short brown hair which deer antlers peek out of. His eyes are bowns, and he often wears a tshirt with brown overalls, or blue jeans and a shirt with a brown jacket. He often wears a mask painted to look like a deer

Extra: Very good and well practiced at quadrobics, vegetarian

Fears: Heights, cars

Kins: N/A

Happy place: a forest with a bubbling stream

Hobbies: Woodworking

Passion: Caretaking, especially for children and those in a panic

Favorite memory: Making his mask

Handwriting:

Image ID: A transparent image with learning curve cursive writing that reads "i write like this"

Letter:

hi, my name is aspen. i’m looking forward to meeting you :) i always speak in a whisper, i worry that talking louder could startle someone. this kind of subconsciously ended up in the way i write, no capitals please, it makes me nervous needed periods also make me nervous, i prefer to use commas i like to give compliments i think that's everything thanks for taking a chance with me

[remus-poopin]

What Neville Longbottom listens to in the greenhouse

All 60s psychedelic pop and early 70s Baroque pop!

Track list:

1. Leaves That Are Green - Simon & Garfunkel

2. Pink Lemonade - Peppermint Rainbow

3. Lonely Leaf - The Peanut Butter Conspiracy

4. The Rain The Park And Other Things - The Cowsills

5. Rainy Day Mushroom Pillow - Strawberry Alarm Clock

6. Little Dreams - The New Wave

7. Your Mother Should Know - The Beatles

8. Technicolor Dreams - The Alan Bown

9. Skip-A-Long Sam - The Sugar Shoppe

10. Sunshine Superman - Donovan

+more!

Other playlists:

Lily Evans, Bill Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, James Potter, Ginny Weasley, Fred and George Weasley, Sirius Black, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Severus Snape

[thebearcathideout]

My Thoughts on the Bowne Park Pond Eutrophication

Reading a newspaper article about a location I visited!

The front page of the newspaper I picked up.

Last Thursday, I went to my local library. While I was there, I picked up a free copy of each of the local newspapers, including a copy of the Queens Chronicle. Print newspapers are mostly read by seniors nowadays, but I read it anyways. And what I found on the front page of the newspaper was something I didn’t give much thought to before.

“Passersby could not see much of anything beyond the blooms of algae dispersed throughout the pond,” wrote Sophie Krichevsky on July 6th. She was referring to the pond at Bowne Park in Queens, which is prone to algae blooms, and the city had just finished a three-million-dollar project just over two months ago to prevent this from ever happening again.

That solution was by implementing an automatic sprinkler system that would both aerate the water and dispense it into the air, both improving the quality of the water and providing a nice spectacle to park-goers.

The situation at this park reminded me of "eutrophication," which is when an excess of algae in a body of water will, over time, starve the water of oxygen and kill off marine life in the water. However, this is typically caused by an influx of nutrients, which may happen in an ocean near the mouth of a river. That didn't seem to be happening at this pond, which had no nutrient flow to speak of. More than anything, the algae was simply an eyesore.

Regardless, the sprinkler system at the pond currently wasn’t working. When people went to check on it, many of the sprinklers only let off a “weak spurt of water,” with some only clicking without releasing any water.

Me in front of the pond at Bowne Park, nearly two months prior. Little did I know that the sprinkler I was posing in front of would be the focus of this local news article.

What’s interesting is, I actually went to Bowne Park around the time this article said the pond was at its best! On May 24th, I went there with my brother, and it was nearly going to rain that day so both of us tried taking pictures of each other at the park as fast as possible.

As for the pond, we didn’t see there were any noticeable problems with it, although light could not penetrate the pond as you can see above. We also saw that there were sprinklers, which we posed in front of, though I didn’t know at the time if these were new or old.

The news article went on to say that the Parks Department defended the park, saying that the algae bloom was actually natural, and that the pond was “healthier than ever.” While the news article goes on to doubt this claim, it’s ultimately left up to the reader to decide whether the pond is healthy or not.

It’s crazy to think that a physical location has changed so much in the short time since I’ve been there, from the bottom photograph to the top cover image. If you live in New York City, have you ever visited Bowne Park? Have you seen eutrophication at a body of water near you? If so, what thoughts did you have on the health of the water?

[babygirlhq]

"Storms tend to get somewhat extreme up here, that is true." Even though the island was technically above clouds, the magic surrounding the place allowed it to have most meteorological events, if not a bit more intense, considering how close they were to the clouds. He didn't mind the occasional sound of gentle rain against the windows of the tower, and storms such as the one outside in that moment just gave him and even better reason to stay inside, which he enjoyed more than anything. "The hot air balloon must've been a nightmare." He'd only noticed the slightly damp clothes on her just then, a pang of guilt corroding at his core immediately. "Oh no, are you a bit chilly? Would'ye like a blanket? Tea! Tea? Tell you what, you don't need to deal with that hot air balloon again, I'll open a portal for you to the base of the beanstalk once our session is over, alright?"

Just as he got up from his seat again, he paused in his movements, watching almost in slow motion as a package wrapped in bright colors with a cute dotted bown adorning it was pulled out of Celine's bag, and his eyes widened along with it. His heart skipped a beat. And then it started beating so fast that it just pumped all that blood right into his cheeks, making him blush, lips parted slightly both in awe and complete speechlessness. He needed a moment before one of his hands shot up to his nape out of nerves, shaking his head but smiling at the same time. "I can't-- I shouldn't--" He had to remind himself to breathe. "M-M-Mat signed it? No he didn't--!" He mumbled, eventually having both of his hands out with his palms up to receive his gift. "Is that...? He wrote my name down, what the fuck? I mean sorry, I mean holy shit!"

     The twins trip to Whale Island had been significantly less pleasant this time around. Riding on the hot air balloon during a lightning storm, although protected by an intricate magical bubble that prevented them from being electrocuted, was absolutely terrifying and had Barbara on the verge of a breakdown. Celine had watched in awe as the lightning hit that magical barrier not ten feet away from her and  spread across the dome-shaped blockade in mesmerising patterns, truly humbled by the ways their world had combatted such issues as this. When they finally set foot onto solid ground, the rain was torrential and they’d scurried as quickly as possible under their shared umbrella to the Tower of Rest hoping that the lightning rods above would prevent them from being struck.      She was only slightly damp when she was welcomed in by an attendant who led her to the same busy office space she’d visited before, Barbara waving her off as she moved to sit in a plush chair in front of a roaring fire and scroll through her phone for the foreseeable future whilst Celine had her consultation. The blonde sibling sat in the chair opposite Tristans desk and waited politely for him to arrive, smiling brightly at him when he entered the room and giggling at his statement, eyes moving to the window where rain lashes and the bright flashes of lightning were disturbingly close. “Is the weather like this often here? It’s strange to be so close to the clouds while a storm is going on... Barbs didn’t like it one bit” she shook her head, still laughing. “I’m doing... well, thanks! How about you?” Eyes widen a fraction and she holds a hand up before reaching over and pulling her bag from the floor, unzipping it and pulling out a small, brightly wrapped package with a polka dot bow on it and holding it out to him. “A small gift, for helping me out- I heard you’re a fan of DGF and I asked Mat if I could bring you one of these.”

[dk-br]

YEEEEE 62 FOLLOWERS!!!

Oh, OH GOD, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR ALL!!

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!! THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :')

Okay.. okay, so... I-I said I would speak to you about my OCs, right? Right!

BUT, i will write in portuguese, sorry. I really sorry, but my english is not good and write so much informations, I-I could not. Sorry. ;-;;

Alright, let's start. Use the Google tradutor if necessary.

- Portuguese -

- Português -

Sobre o universo dos OCs: É em um mundo onde o experimento com humanos foi legalizado, assim, causando com que várias famílias perdessem seus parentes, em alguns casos com autorização deles, em outros sem a autorização. Mas, com uma lei de legalização, teria que haver uma contra, e isso que eles fizeram, só poderia ser usada cobaias por 10 anos, se passar de 10 anos e não forem devolvidas as cobaias ao mundo exterior, o laboratório teria de ser fechado para sempre.

Sunny (Alex Marcray)

Idade: 19 anos.

Data de nascimento: 04/09/2000

Gênero: Masculino.

Altura: 1 metro e 68 centímetros.

Sexualidade: Bissexual.

Família: Amber Marcray (Mãe;; Morta), Carlos Marcray (Pai;; Morto), Rain Bown/Max Marcray (Irmão mais novo;; Vivo).

- Curiosities -

- Curiosidades -

Sunny sofre de depressão.

Tem insônia e só consegue dormir agarrado a algo.

Ele sonha com coisas perturbadoras, 90% é de quando estava no laboratório.

Ele gosta do seu irmão, gosta muito.

Apesar de ser o mais velho, age como alguém mais novo.

Ele se corta no pescoço e nos pulsos, na esperança de morrer, mas alguém sempre o atrapalha.

- History -

- História -

Alex Marcray era um bom garoto com seus 6 anos, porém, teve que sair de casa a força junto com seu irmão mais novo. Ambos tiveram a notícia de que seu pai tinha matado sua mãe em um surto de raiva, vendido seus filhos por R$ 12,00 afins de experimentos científicos com humanos, comprado uma corda e por fim se suicidado.

Alex, desde que entrou na vã e seguiu caminho até a base científica mais próxima, sorriu e foi criticado pelo seu irmão. Assim que chegaram na base, foram acompanhados por 4 guardas, Alex ficou em uma cela quase que igual a uma prisão, a diferença foi que está estava mais confortável e higiênica. Uma parede de cimento estava separando Alex de seu irmão, mas isso não impedia de ambos contarem sobre suas experiências, nada os impedia de terem brigas, eles desenhavam sobre como eram e as mudanças que suas experiências mudavam sua aparência.

Em uma das experiências, Alex teve seus dois olhos esbranquiçados e uma marca de sol cresceu em seu ombro esquerdo, nisso, ele descobriu que nada pode encostar na marcação que uma ardência imensa toma conta do local e vai se alastrando por seu corpo, por este motivo, todas as suas roupas eram com ombros a mostra, para não lhe causar dor e correr o risco de perder a cobaia.

Após 10 anos de tortura em experimentos, quando Alex estava em seus 16 anos e Max com 14 anos, eles saíram do laboratório, olharam um para o outro e perceberam que seus desenhos de ambos eram muito diferente, depois de muito caminhar e conversar, acharam uma pequena vila na qual foram bem acolhidos por todos e sobre sua aparência fora do normal, eles falaram que era tudo tatuagem por causa de um desafio com amigos.

Assim, eles decidiram ficar naquela vila e mudaram seus nomes para Sunny Marcray e Rain Bown Marcray.

Rain Bown (Max Marcray)

Idade: 17 anos.

Data de nascimento: 05/09/2002.

Gênero: masculino.

Altura: 1 metro e 60 centímetros.

Sexualidade: Homossexual.

Família: Amber Marcray (Mãe;; Morta), Carlos Marcray (Pai;; Morto), Sunny/Alex Marcray (Irmão mais novo;; Vivo).

- Curiosities -

- Curiosidades -

Ele, muitas vezes, tem ilusões criadas pela própria mente, porém consegue conte-las.

Ele tem dores aleatórias por todo o corpo.

É responsável.

Tenta ser positivo mas quase nunca consegue.

Gosta de assistir anime e ver mangás de yaoi.

Cuida muito bem de seu irmão e impede ele de tentar se matar quando consegue.

É tímido, mas está no caminho certo para vencer a timidez.

- History -

- História -

(é a mesma história, porém, a parte diferenciada estará a primeira palavra em azul/roxo.)

Max Marcray era um bom garoto com seus 4 anos, porém, teve que sair de casa a força junto com seu irmão mais velhor. Ambos tiveram a notícia de que seu pai tinha matado sua mãe em um surto de raiva, vendido seus filhos por R$ 12,00 afins de experimentos científicos com humanos, comprado uma corda e por fim se suicidado.

Max era pequeno mas compreendia tudo o que estava acontecendo assim que entraram naquela vã, a única coisa que ele não entendeu foi a razão de seu irmão estar sempre sorrindo, ele o criticou por tal atitude mas não obteve resposta. Assim que chegaram na base científica, foram separados por uma parede de cimento e assim que percebeu, Max já estava numa cela. O primeiro a receber as cicatrizes dos experimentos foi Max e isso mudou sua vida para sempre. Max começou a sentir constantes dores em todos os cantos de seu corpo, ele ouvia vozes, risadas e sombras com olhos e bocas vermelhas rindo dele, ele odiava tudo aquilo.

Um experimento que o marcou mesmo foi quando uma lua minguante azul escuro cresceu em sua bochecha esquerda, por estar assustado começou a chorar muito, porém foi abrigado a parar quando as lágrimas passaram pela lua, uma ardência correu todo o seu corpo de uma vez só. Neste mesmo dia seus olhos ficaram completamente escuros, porém isso afetou um pouco só de sua visão deixando com que as cores ficassem em um tom mais escuro, ele chorou tanto que com todos os sentimentos negativos, o escuro dos olhos e a saudade de ver seu irmão se misturaram e criou lágrimas negras que agravaram em sua pele do lado direito.

Após 10 anos de tortura em experimentos, quando Alex estava em seus 16 anos e Max com 14 anos, eles saíram do laboratório, olharam um para o outro e perceberam que seus desenhos de ambos eram muito diferente, depois de muito caminhar e conversar, acharam uma pequena vila na qual foram bem acolhidos por todos e sobre sua aparência fora do normal, eles falaram que era tudo tatuagem por causa de um desafio com amigos

Assim, eles decidiram ficar naquela vila e mudaram seus nomes para Sunny Marcray e Rain Bown Marcray.

Lyinn (Experiment 1.67-B).

Idade: 23 anos.

Data de nascimento: 19/07/1996

Gênero: Feminino.

Altura: 1 metro e 72 centímetros.

Sexualidade: Demi-bissexual.

Espécie: Boneca de pano em processo de humanização.

- Curiosities -

- Curiosidades -

Ela gosta de cantar.

É forte, apesar de tudo o que viveu.

Ela não precisa comer por ser só pano, algodão e sangue.

Seus órgãos são feitos de algodão e sangue.

Esta se transformando em humana de pouco em pouco (2% a cada ano).

Ela usa sempre algo para esconder as linhas em seu pescoço, menos quando está dormindo.

- History -

- História -

Lyinn foi criada em um laboratório como um novo experimento, em 1996. Esse experimento era para ser secreto, mas, um deslize aconteceu e o Experiment 1.67-B ( Lyinn ) foi exposto ao mundo pelas mídias. Os cientistas sempre negaram e até pensaram em acabar com ela, porém não conseguiram já que ela escapou antes.

Algumas semanas depois, Lyinn achou um lugar que estaria disposto a dar para ela comida e um lugar para dormir, tudo de graça, mas com uma condição, depois de 2 meses, ela deveria ser leiloada/vendida, sem muito o que escolher então ela aceita.

Depois de 2 meses, Lyinn se viu em um grande palco na frente de várias pessoas, então, ela foi vendida por 100 mil reais e seu comprador foi um homem milionário. Assim que Lyinn chegou em seu novo lar, o seu novo dono disse que ela iria ser sua escrava sexual e Lyinn não se sentiu nada confortável com aquilo, por ser Demissexual, ela não se sentia confortável mas sempre era obrigada a fazer tudo o que ele queria.

Certa vez, Lyinn se recusou de todas as formas fazer sexo com aquele homem, porém isso o irritou e ele arrancou o botão do seu olho direito e por essa razão ela começou a botar um pouco de seu cabelo na frente da onde estaria seu botão verde.

Lyinn estava ficando louca, ela queria sair dali o mais rápido possível e foi isso que ela fez, em uma noite clara Lyinn fugiu daquela mansão com várias peças de roupas e muito dinheiro. Ela foi em direção a um conhecido, lá ficou por um tempo e implorou para ele tirar as linhas que ligavam seus braços, pernas, pés e cabeça, ele conseguiu remover tudo menos as linhas do pescoço, dizia ele que se removesse aquilo iria mata-la, então, sem opções ela decidiu deixar. Todas àquelas ações de seu conhecido tinham um preço, Lyinn deve que dar suas duas mãos para o homem, ele fez uma poção em forma de pílula para Lyinn com a razão de não deixar seu enchimento sair, como uma barragem invisível. E a pedido da garota, o homem fez mais pílulas tendo a finalidade de fazer com que Lyinn deixe pelo menos 50% de ser boneca para ser uma humana.

Na tentativa de esquecer a mulher que era, Lyinn raspou um dos lado de sua cabeça.

Lyinn, sem ter para onde ir, comprou uma bicicleta e começou a andar pela estrada. Depois de 3 dias pedalando e tendo paradas, obviamente, a boneca achou uma pequena vila perto das montanhas e foi por lá que decidiu ficar. A mulher, no entanto, recebeu uma visita de dois irmãos que falaram querer ficar naquela casa onde estava, Lyinn, cheia de carinho e ternura, decidiu aceitar os dois em sua casa, assim, eles se tornaram amigos e atualmente, uma bela família de consideração.

Uff! Finalmente terminei de escrever!

3 histórias grandinhas assim, meu deus, foram mais ou menos 3 dias com uns intervalos enormes. Mas terminei UwU) com vários contra-tempos, está terminado e postado!

Obrigado por lerem até aqui e muito obrigado mesmo pela atenção e por ser tempo e ainda mais por vocês terem me presenteado com 62 seguidores! :)

Thank you very much for all! I love you guys!!

In the next special of followers, i will write about the "another" universe! Bye!!

[elcuervoborracho]

Some Parahumans stuff for today, hopefully the last I’ll ever draw of it. Soon enought I’ll continue with more One Punch Man/Cyborgs Anonymous stuff to celebrate a new OPM chapter that isn’t a redraw! It’s like early christmas.

[rainingmusic]

Pink Floyd - Outside The Wall

[crossroadsfossil]

A Necklace of Bruises

Summary: Dabi doesn’t like to share his things, and for better or for worse, he had been thinking of Hawks as his. Hawks only knew how to give parts of himself away. Why would he think Hawks would be any different with him? Hawks had already shown he would flirt at the drop of a hat. Dabi isn’t dumb enough to try and stake a claim to soothe his jealousy. He knows how it’s going to end. Best to cut it off before he grew attached.

Dabi doesn’t like to share his things, but he hates not having an explanation even more. Now is as good a time as any to get them.

Tags: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks,League of Villains (My Hero Academia),Horrible communication skills, Mother Nature forcing these two to talk, Hawks is an idiot, implied unwanted advances, Hawks dealing with people who don’t respect boundaries, it’s not Dabi disrespecting boundaries, Miscommunication, mentioned nonconsensual touching, and then swift application of a restraining order, and offered murder

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31426142

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For an organization that allegedly hated heroes, they collectively watched far too many interviews and television specials about them.

For example, they were watching one right now.

Toga was squealing in his ear and using him as a perch to lean on as she tried to get closer to the screen. Why she didn’t just sit down between him and Shigaraki, he didn’t know but he was sick of her tiny little hands digging into his shoulder.

“Turn up the sound! I can’t hear!” Toga said, trying to get a better view of the laptop on Shigaraki’s lap.

Yeah. They ‘hated’ heroes.

He really had no room to talk- He had been sleeping with one.

“Look, it’s Hawksie!” Toga squealed in his ear. Again. Hawks had appeared on the screen, all smooth smiles and easy charm as he chatted up the reporter. His coat was zipped up to his chin, not unusual with the hero but Dabi had already seen what Hawks was hiding.

He slid out from under Toga’s hand, taking satisfaction the affronted yelp she made as she fell face-first into the seat he had vacated.

“You’re not going to stay and watch?” Shigaraki asked. Dabi shrugged, shoving his hands in his coat pockets.

“Why would I do that? I’ve got better things to do than watch the peacock strut around and flirt with the reporters.”

He gave Twice a wave as he exited the base, looking up at the fading daylight and wondering if he wanted to stop by the convenience store for dinner or not.

Watching Hawks was a waste of time and would only annoy him even more, especially now that he could tell that the ‘masks’ he thought the hero wore weren’t really masks. It wasn’t that Hawks flirted with other people because it was expected of him. No, Hawk flirted because he was a flirt, no matter what he had told Dabi. Hawks was many things and a liar was one of them. Dabi wasn’t going to waste his energy being jealous of someone who wasn’t worth it. He knew where he stood when they started sleeping together, and he should have kept it as the fling that it was.

He was a villain and Hawks was… Hawks. There might be a decent man underneath all the airbrushing, but he had still been raised and trained by the current system, with their skewed ideas of normal and twisted relationship metrics. He was a ‘hero’ through and through. Dabi could try and explain, but it wasn’t worth the effort. At best, he just didn’t know any different.

At worst, he did, and he simply didn’t care.

He kicked at a can in his path with more force than he had intended. It rattled down the alleyway as something overhead threw a shadow after it. He sighed.

This is not what he needed right now.

“Hey, firecracker.” Hawks said as he landed. Dabi paused, turning to give Hawks a once-over even as the hair along the back of his neck stood on end.

“What do you want?”

Hawks blinked at him; Dabi could see the momentary flash of hurt in his eyes before it was quickly covered up by one of Hawks’ fake, easy-going magazine-cover smiles.

“Your delightful company, of course.” Hawks said. He strolled over to Dabi, tugging off his gloves before shoving them in his pockets. Dabi resumed his trek down the alleyway. They walked in silence, although Hawks was walking a bit faster to try and keep up with Dabi. Dabi wasn’t inclined to slow down for him.

When Hawks’ knuckles brushed against the back of his hand, he shoved them back into his pockets. He’d been fairly clear at the beginning that he didn’t share and no amount of flirtation and sweetness would get Hawks back into Dabi’s good graces.

“I’m heading home,” Dabi stated finally. “Next meeting is Tuesday.”

“Oh, cool. I’ll meet you there.” Hawks chirped.

“My apartment, birdie. Not yours.” Dabi clarified. Hawks looked confused as he continued walking, his footsteps echoing as he approached the end of the alley. He turned, a slow grin creeping over his face. Hawks’ confusion faded into a tentatively optimistic smile, like he thought Dabi was teasing him. Dabi pointedly looked at Hawks’ neck, where his coat was still zipped up to his chin.

“I’ll see you when the hickeys on your neck are gone.”

The last he saw of Hawks that night was the utterly devastated expression. Good. Now the birdie knew how he felt.

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Hawks didn’t stop flirting with Dabi and he didn’t stop flirting with other people either.

Aside from the moment in the alley, it didn’t seem like Dabi’s words had hurt the bird too much. He was a little disappointed, but not surprised. Hawks probably didn’t care, or if he did it was only to the extent that his bedpartner of the last few months was finished with him. Hawks might have had other partners who would put up with it, but Dabi wasn’t and would never be someone who could.

It was probably for the best- Dabi had learned early enough that he could bank the embers of whatever he had started to feel for the bird.

They had their fun. Dabi had gotten his petty jab in, no matter how short-lived it was and they had both walked out of that alley nursing their own hurts.

They could still work together- Dabi could be civil and professional, although it seemed to be a confusing concept for the rest of the league. He didn’t get why they were so confused. Hawks clearly was a better team player than he was a lover.

Ever since that night, the League had been paying close attention to both Dabi and Hawks and it was frustrating. He wasn’t sure what they were looking for. It was a personal matter. Nothing they needed to involve themselves in.

“The hero’s laying it on thick today,” Shigaraki commented. There was another interview playing on his phone. He tilted the screen towards Spinner so he could get a better view. Spinner’s face scrunched up in distaste. Dabi didn’t catch what Spinner said to Shigaraki, but it had their boss’ eyebrows shooting up. Dabi turned off the stove, trying to listen in on the conversation, although he was only able to catch every other word.

“He’s… Look at… wings… something happened…him and... Can’t you read the body language?... Overcompensating…Looks hurt.”

Spinner suddenly stopped, and Dabi looked over. He wasn’t the only one in the league listening in on the conversation. Spinner’s expression darkened into a thunderous scowl.

“What are all of you looking at? Fuck off. I’m talking to Shigaraki.”

“You’re talking loudly! Not at all!” Twice shouted. Toga sat up straighter from where she was sitting.

“Yeah! Share with the league! What are you looking at? Is it Hawksie?”

“I’m looking at a video segment of ‘none of your fucking business’.”Spinner spat, getting up from his seat. “Dabi, you done with lunch yet?”

Dabi gestured to the pan of fried vegetables. He had been dipping up the rice, egg and salted fish for the rest of the league. Spinner stomped over, grabbing a bown and scooping some of the pans’ contents into it before disappearing into the back. Shigaraki sighed and muttered about a ‘terrible side-quest’.

Whatever. It wasn’t Dabi’s problem.

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“Fuck.” Dabi said. Hawks echoed his statement then followed it with a sneeze. They were standing under scaffolding, although Dabi was pressed against the building it was in front of, doing his best to stay out of the rain. Hawks was standing at the edge of the overhang and he wondered why Hawks didn’t come further in. Hawks hadn’t been shy about being around Dabi before, no matter their differences.

He got his answer a moment later as Hawks spread his trembling wings. What initially looked like a shiver transformed; Hawks gave a full-body shake, sending water flying everywhere, including at Dabi, despite Dabi being several meters away. At least Hawks had the good sense to look embarrassed as Dabi swore.

“Sorry-” He started and Dabi flipped him off.

“Just come out from the rain before you get soaked. There’s room.” Hawks hesitated, and Dabi strode over and pulled Hawks out of the rain.

He lit a fire and held it in his palms, holding it between them. Predictably, Hawks let out a soft warble and removed his gloves, holding his hands up to the flames. Dabi rolled his eyes. He knew how sensitive to the weather the bird was. He’d listened to the complaints about soggy feathers often enough he practically had it memorized.

“Thanks.” Hawks whispered. Dabi shrugged, leaning against a nearby wall. He watched as his flames flickered and danced in the darkness. A flash of lightning lit their little hiding place, a roll of thunder following quickly after and reverberating through his bones, the sort of rumble that let you know it was going to be a long and fierce storm.

The lightning also gave him a better look at Hawks’ face. The flames kept skewing the shadows, but the bright flash had illuminated Hawks. There were heavy bags under his eyes, and for once, there wasn’t a plastic smile on his face. The closest thing Dabi could compare the look Hawks was wearing to was sorrow or perhaps longing, and maybe something else that Dabi didn’t quite recognize.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Dabi snapped, the flames in his hands jumping. Hawks’ expression flashed to one of surprise tinged with guilt.

“Nothing you need to worry about.” He said, pasting that damned plastic smile back on. The same smile that Spinner had been commenting on consistently since that day in the base. That had been almost three weeks ago, and while Spinner griping about things usually didn’t bother Dabi, whatever Spinner was going on about had unsettled the rest of the league. It had been three weeks of the league watching both Dabi and Hawks like, well, hawks.

It wasn’t like their usual nosiness either. When he and Hawks had been fucking regularly, there had been no shortage of prying questions and playful teasing. Now, it seemed like they were trying to puzzle something out.

It wasn’t like there was much to puzzle out. Hawks had cheated on him and he had cut it off. This shit happened. Hell, it happened all the time to people, and there wasn’t any deeper meaning to it. Sometimes people were just incompatible. The league, however, were hell-bent on finding some secret meaning, to find someone at fault. Dabi was fed up with it- it was so simple and they were making it far more complicated than it needed to be.

“Right. Well, this ‘nothing’ has the rest of the league on edge. I think we need to at least talk about it, unless you feel like going out in that-” He gestured to the storm around them. Hawks looked out at the rain, wincing as it started to come down harder.

“Maybe the rest of the league needs to mind their own business.” Hawks grumbled. Dabi snorted in agreement. They certainly fucking should, but they hadn’t. Dabi waited for Hawks to continue. Instead, Hawks tucked his hands under his armpits, leaning away from the fire. Away from Dabi. Dabi extinguished his flames, stepping into Hawks’ space. The hero bristled at the invasion, wings puffing up and curling around him. Dabi reached up and tugged on a primary, lest the bird use them as a shield to try and avoid this conversation. Hawks let out an affronted chirp.

“Talk birdie.”

“It’s nothing we need to talk about. The situation is fine. You’re justifiably mad at me and-”

“Oh really? Justifiably? Does birdie realize how he fucked up?” Dabi pressed, delighted at Hawks’ discomfort. Hawks glared at him, looking up through his brows and lashes and looking both incredibly adorable and hilariously pissed.

“Yes. I’m not an idiot, nor a bird brain, no matter how you and the league like to tease. I don’t know what there is to talk about. You’re mad and you don’t forgive people.

“How about you try and explain?”

Hawks’ scowl darkened. “No.”

Dabi tugged on the primary again. Hard. “Wrong answer.”

“You…” The rest of Hawks’ mumbled words were lost to the storm. Dabi went to tug on the primary again but Hawks caught his wrist and cleared his throat.

“I said… You’re… cute when you’re pissy.”

Dabi stared at him.

“I’m...what?”

There was a flash of lightning again. Even with Hawks trying to bury his face in the collar of his jacket, Dabi could see the deep flush starting to spread over Hawks’ face.

“Cute. It’s cute when you’re irritated. I flirted because it was harmless flirting and you have an adorable pout.”

Dabi continued staring at him.

Hawks was intentionally flirting with people because he knew it annoyed the hell out of Dabi? What. The. Fuck.

“I know I haven’t said this yet, but I’m sorry. It was a dick thing to do.” Hawks said, avoiding his gaze. His next words were almost rushed out, with Hawks not taking a breath between sentences.

“I’m sorry I was flirting with other people but you got so irritated but I knew you weren’t actually angry. You looked cute and the sex was fantastic afterward, and the possessiveness was hot and the cuddling was nice. Did I mention the aggressive cuddling was also cute? You have a pout that’s near-lethal and just... I’m sorry.”

Hawks let go of Dabi’s wrist, moving to tuck his hands back under his armpits. It was Dabi’s turn to catch Hawks’ hands. He ignored the way Hawks tensed, wrapping his hands around the tiny birdlike wrists.

Everything Hawks said wasn’t making sense.

Except… It did. It made sense in a really, idiotic ‘Hawks’ sort of way. If the league saw and knew about this, knew about Hawks’ dumb reasoning, then it was no wonder they were confused.

He wouldn’t know what to do about this either. He didn’t know how to handle this at all.

“What the fuck.” He stated.

His family would be so proud of his eloquence and stunning intellect.

“Yeah. Fuck.” Hawks replied. His shoulders were creeping up towards his ears and his wings were puffed up to twice their size. Dabi couldn’t tell if Hawks was embarrassed or ashamed or angry.

“The fuck was up with the hickeys though?” Dabi pressed, giving Hawks’ wrists a squeeze before sliding his grip up to run his thumbs over Hawks’ knuckles. Hawks gave Dabi’s hands a squeeze back. It was reassuring, in a way.

“I… had a little too much to drink at a party and I was flirting like usual because, hey, it’s what's expected. Someone decided that meant makeouts and it wasn’t quite able to… extricate myself before they started attacking my neck.” Hawks shuddered at the memory and Dabi’s mind blanked out as he tried to process what Hawks said.

The blankness was slowly replaced by a steady trickle of anger.

“Who?” He hissed. He knew his hands were heating up and tried to get it under control. When it was clear he wasn’t going to be able to, he dropped his grip. Hawks let out a wounded chirp and tried to grab Dabi’s hands, only to hiss as he realized how hot they were.

“Stupid fucking bird-” Dabi grumbled, lighting one palm and grabbing the hero’s hands to inspect them. They were a little red, but not burned.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Your hands or this asshole who doesn’t know boundaries?”

Hawks rolled his eyes and it was like before. Something deep in his chest glowed at the familiarity and ease.

“Both. You didn’t hurt me and I’ve already got a restraining order for the asshole. No murder. They’re kinda fucked socially now.”

Dabi barked out a laugh. Yeah, he could see how that could look terrible. It wasn’t enough in his opinion, but it was funny. He would find out who it was though. In case he needed to blow off some steam one night. Nothing like a little human combustion to ease ones’ nerves.

“No, Dabi.” Hawks teased, tone playful. He wondered if Hawks had acquired a mind-reading quirk. Then again, maybe it was just the fact that Hawks knew him well.

“Yes, Dabi.” Dabi replied, leaning in to press his forehead against Hawks’. Hawks took a sharp breath in and then let it out slowly, his eyes falling shut. He seemed to relax into the gesture, almost like he was basking in the return of affection. He probably was. Dabi certainly was doing his own basking.

“There are different ways of pissing me off, birdy.” He said softly. Hawks let out an inquisitive chirp. “For example, eating my fucking mochi is a pretty good way.”

“Does it get angry kisses?”

“If it means I get to taste my fucking mochi, yes.”

“Sweet. That doesn’t mean you’ll do the pout though.”

“It does if you do it in front of the others. I don’t put on a show for free, pretty bird.”

Hawks laughed, finally opening his eyes and looking up at Dabi. Dabi could finally place the emotion he kept seeing in Hawks’ eyes.

Burning affection and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of love.

[blueasthepacificocean]

I've always felt like i needed to bown down in front of people, especially men. From the very young age, I, as a woman, have been taught what to do and who to be if i want a boy to like me. I can wear make up, but not too much. Since men like "something to hold" i shouldn't be skinny, but at the same time, i've always been told i'm too fat or that i don't have "curves in the right places". Recently i've been learning to stand up for myself, thanks to therapy. At therapy, i finally feel heard and seen. My therapist is the greatest woman on this planet, beside my mom and a few other special (strong) women in my life.

But... since i've always let people walk over me and degrade me, they get mad now, when i say no, when i'm not silent anymore. My voice is new to them, it scares and frustrates them, because i refuse to be their punching bag.

I got tired of being told who i'm supposed to be. I am who i am. I'm 21,5. Short. Currently overweight, but i still love myself the way i am. I've fallen in love with my workout routine, because my mental health has improved and i genuinly feel happier. I'm sensitive. I'm a softie. I write poetry. I observe the world and cannot phantom how wonderful it is. The sunsets, the smell of the rain, animals, babies, flowers. Everything. I love it. I love helping people. I love hugging and holding people. You can't lie to me no matter how hard you try, because my intuition will pick up on it. I'm catholic, even tho i've been at war with God for a while.

I am who i am. Why should i change to please others or to be accepted? I've never asked myself what i like and who i wanna be. I've always been told i'm not allowed to think for myself. I'm judged for the choices i make. Fuck that. Honestly, fuck it. I don't care if you're a family member or a friend, if you disrespect me, i'm gonna cut you out of my life. I have no energy for toxic people.

[arthurflecksgirl]

Mysterious stranger /Arthur being stalked by you

This was a request by someone on Twitter :)

Arthur is being stalked by a pretty girl /YOU

I decited to write from Arthurs view and the girls view.

So it switches.

Arthur and reader

Romance

Warnings: Nothing really, mentions of mental illness,

ENJOY :) <3

ARTHUR I just woke up all sweaty in in the middle of the night one more time. My insomnia was getting bad again. I felt like it has been getting worse since mum was at the hospital. I was worried about her condition. I even forgot to take my meds yesterday, which was bad. The pills helped me to find some rest at night. Without them my mind was racing, keeping me awake. Driving me INSANE. I usually started to write in my journal when I couldnt sleep but without my medication there were just black scribbles all over the diary when I looked at the pages. The last time I was off my meds I wrote the whole night through and when I looked in my journal the next morning,there was nothing but blank pages. Nothing. So, there is a reason I shouldnt forget to take them. But too many thoughts ran through my head yesterday, I just didnt thought of anything else. First of all I thought about Penny and if I was the reason she ended up at the hospital. I felt like I am a burden to her. She always told me I was brought into the world to spread joy and laughter. But she doesnt even think i`m funny. Imagin what a disappointment I must be to her.I was born for a reason and I couldnt even fullfill my destiny. This shit really kept me awake. And some other thing... A week ago I just came home from my therapist. And when I was waiting on the tram station, there was this girl in the middle of the crowd. She just kept on staring at me like... I don`t know. She just did. And it kinda scared me.I wasnt  used to peope staring at me like that. Usually I was the one observing things around me. Watching people. I always tried to observe. I need it for my jokes. The best jokes are inspired by real life actions. Stuff you see happening on the streets. I also watched people closely to understand what they are laughing about and how they react to jokes. Sometimes I sat on a table at Pogos and made little notes about what I think is important. I really wanted people to like me. I wanted be a light for them. Gotham needs some light. I wanted to be listened to and I wanted to be seen. I`ve got a lot to say but I`ve never talked to others cuz I didn`t knew how to start a conversation.  So I watched and learned how others managed to do that. I realized that my timing is a bit off when I laughed at others jokes. I`m wasn`t sure why. I needed to find out. Anyway, I wasn`t used to someone staring at me. I always wished someone did and when I saw that girl I should have been happy that she saw me but I didnt knew what to do about it. I wasnt sure WHY she was looking at me the way she did. If it was for good or for bad reasons. And I guess thats what made me insecure about  the whole situation. As soon as I got in the tram I kinda forgot about it but two days later I saw her again. I was standing in the pharmacy and was just about to pay, when I saw her standing outside the window. She was beautiful. There is no doubt it was the same girl. She was looking at me again.  I payed and when I turned around she was gone. For a moment there I was scared it might be another episode of hallucinations. That would be really bad. But it could be. I mean... why should a pretty face like her standing there, staring at me TWICE? I`m afraid this isnt really happening. Dr Kane said I should watch out for more hallucinations, especially about girls. So I will.

YOU This city made me sick. It`s beent two weeks since I moved here and already hated it here. It was grey, it smelled and people were rude. I didnt wanted to become one of the peole here. It seemed like it was a bad desicion to move here in the first place, but I couldnt afford to pay rent anymore, so I ended up here, in this really bad neighborhood.  I felt like I screwed up my life. Sleep was something I barely remembered. Every night I was lying awake, afraid of someone might brak into my apartment. Like I said... bad neighborhood.You couldnt trust anyone here. A week ago I got so nerveous while trying to sleep that I got up, made some tea and watched out the window. Even at night people walked down the streets, mostly homeless guys. It was one ugly, rainy, cold night. I sipped on my tea and watched the raindrops falling on the dark pavement. Like the whole city was crying out loud. I burned my tongue on the hot cup . I swear I saw someone standing in the window across the street. But it was no one there. Oh great, I thought. Two weeks here in Anderson avenue and you already start to see shadowns at night. But then I saw it again. It wasnt a shadow. It was a man standing in his kitchen, smoking a cigarette. Oh, just a neighbor, no shadows. Good. I realized that I could see most of the kitchen, his curtains were kinda see though. He turned around so I could see his profile. He had almost shoulder long, bown hair, slightly curly, a beautiful jawline and high cheekbones. I could tell from the distance that he was indeed very beautiful. I turnedmy light off to make sure he couldnt see me standing at the window, looking into his. But he didnt looked out the window anyway. It looked like he was talking to someone, but as far as I could tell he was the only one in the room. I watched him puttig down his cigarette as he took off his dark red sweater. I didnt expected him to be this thin. It seemed like he stopped talking and suddenly he started to raise his hands above his head, moving gracefully. He was dancing all alone by himself. In his kitchen. I couldnt help but staring at him and started to feel kinda bad for watching this behind my curtain. But something about him was just so insanly attractive. i stared at his fragile chest, his bony ribs, his messy bed hair. I guess he couldn`t find sleep, just like me. I wondered if he was sleepwalking. The way he moved was extraordinary. Suddenly he stopped. I almost got scared because I was so drawn to his dance moves, it seemed so unnatural to just stop. I took a step back from my window because he came a step closer to his. But he just leaned over the sink now. It looked like he was crying.  Something about this hurted my heart. I didnt even knew him but I couldnt help but feeling empathy for this beautiful, fragile man across the street, He was crying harder now. I felt my eyes watering as he slapped his own face. Why would he do that? Then he watched out the window. I was hiding in the corner of my room so fast I guess my curtains moved. I hope he didnt caught me staring. My heart was racing. Was he still there? I waited two minutes till I watched out the window again. He was gone.

ARTHUR I decited to go through the pages again I had written a week ago. I have to figure out why I remembered writing something that wasnt there in the morning. I skipped though the paged and stopped at a page that didnt even looked familir to me. Little drawings of catladies smoking cigs. i don`t remenber drawing this and start to read. "Insomnia is choking me again. It wrappes its strong arms around my neck, smothering me to death. At least thats how it feels while lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. So last night I wandered around the apartment for at least two hours straight. I smoked two packs of cigs as the music started playing in my head again. There is always music in my head, well, most of the time. Sometimes it gets so loud I can`t ignore it anymore. Its just floathing althrough my body, like energy. It holds me in its warm arms and I have to obey. It wanted me to dance again last night, so I moved around the kitchen to the music and it was so tragically beautiful in between the movements it made me do, that it almost started to hurt my body. So I stopped and wished for the sound to stop but it didnt and I just stood there and started to cry. Watching my tears falling into the kitchen sink, like the rain outside. The music still playing in my head. I slapped my face. Hard. Still noisy. I watched out the window. Gotham was crying, too. The city was just as depressed as I was. I swear I could see a shadow in the window across the street. But thats impossible. The neighbors there moved out some weeks ago. Must be my visions again."

YOU I couldnt stop thinking about the man across the street since I saw him. I watched out the window for so many times but I didnt got to see him for about thee days. But then I saw him crossing the street as I was just about to go buy some food. I know it wasnt the right thing to do but I followed him. I just needed to see him closer. I kept my distance so he won`t notice me. He was walking like someone that just got beaten up, his thin body hidden behind a brown sweater , and a jacket that looked way too huge on his small shoulders. He kept looking to the ground, his brown curls hanging sweaty upon his forehead. Even though his body language looked sad, he still managed to be extremly attractive to me. He was walking to the tram station and waited on his tram to arrive as I tried to be just a face in the crowsd, so I could take a closer look at him. I passed some people standing in the way until I found the right spot. There he was. Just about some foots away from me.And suddenly, as I was staring, he was looking right at me. God, I felt like my heart just sopped. Never ever have I seen more beautiful eyes in my life. So intense, piercing right though me, green but so very sad. I dont know if it was just my mind playing tricks on me but i felt like he caught me staring. I wanted to  turn around and leave imediately but his tram arrived and he got in there before I could even react. At night his pretty face appeared in my mind. Againa nd again. I just couldnt get him out of my head.I was closing my eyes, and caught myself dreaming about kissing him.  I laughed at myself. Silly girl ! Dreaming about the mysterious new neighbor was such a clishe. But it wouldnt help. I still wanted to get to know him. there was something so mysterious about him. His little dance in the kitchen. The crying at the sink.... his eyes!   I thought about ways to just talk to him, I mean we were neigbors, right? I could find a reason to just go to him and say something. But nothing came to my mind. So I decited to follow him one more time. Maybe he would just ran into me and we would talk. Two days later I saw him leaving the house again, so I threw a jacket over my shoulder and got downstairs in a hurry. This time there weren`t much people around so it was even harder for me to follow him without getting caught. Something about watching him started to turn me on.It was fun to fantasize about someone who didnt even knew you existed. But at the same time I wanted him to know that I exist. Maybe not yet but... He went to the pharmacy. I stopped outside. I thought about going in and pretend I wanted to buy something. But I forgot my purse so this would have been embarrassing. I saw him from behind, his blue pants looked baggy on him. Everything did. And just when I thought this was a good situation to stalk him, he turned around again and I knew he saw me. He looked me right into my eyes! I captured the moment he looked at me in my mind and tought about it in the afternoon, when I was lying in my bed, dreaming about touching his beautiful face. Soon he became my fave fantasie. I couldnt even find pleasure in any other daydream anymore. He was my sexy secret and I liked it that way. But I just knew that soon this wouldnt be enough. I had to get closer. I wanted him to see me. Not just from across the street. I wanted to get to know him as a person. I needed to know his story, I needed to know why he was so sad.

ARTHUR I just couldnt figure out my very own diary anymore. Something definitaly went wrong at the moment. I guess all the lonelyness got too much. I mean, I must have been used to this  but i wasnt. It got harder every day of my life. I wished for someone to love me so much that I had visions about girls. I tend to get them a lot but then it stopped for a while and now it seemed to start again. I was kinda worried about my condition and took two more pills today. I knew I shouldnt but I thought it would be better than forgetting to take them again. The slight overdose made me sweat a lot so I was in underwear only for the whole day, just lying on the coouch, watching all my fave episodes of teh Murray Franklin show. The only thing that made me stay up was going to the kitchen to make some coffe. I watched out the window while waiting for the water to bowl. There she was again. the girls I saw at the tram stationa nd at the pharmacy. She was crossing the street. I checked my forehead for fever.  I was burning up. Must be the overdose. "She`s not really there" I whispered to myself "Arthur, she`s not real, don`t even look". But I looked. And I could swear she was looking up my window before she headed to my house. I blushed. But I guess that was also caused by the fever. God, she looked like an angel. Such a sweet girl. She would never even  give me a look in real life. I knew that. And if she did... I wouldn´t even know what to do. I`ve never been with a woman before in my whole life. I never even kissed someone before. I`m just a loner. All I have are my fantasies. And Dr Kane wants to take them away from me,too. Maybe I should just give in and accept them. What if it wasnt a hallucination this time? What if this girl really saw me? What if?

You I did it. I wrote him a postcard. I held the card in my hands for like an hour and stared at it. I thought I wasnt brave enough to actually throw it in his letter box. But I did.I sneaked into the house and when I was standing in front of the letter boxes I wondered which one could be his. Thank god  some lady just got out of the elevator and I asked her which letter box belongs to the window with the thin curtain. And she told me that they belong to apartment 8J. It just took me about some seconds to find the right box. P. FLECK. There it was. FLECK. I threw my postcard in without giving it a second thought, otherwise I would have changed my mind. I was heading back home, blushing.

ARTHUR I woke up with a bad headache. Another appointment with Dr. Kane. I wanted to take a bath but I was too lazy and decited to let it be. I just brushed my hair back, lighted a cig and went out the house. I checked the letter box and hoped for a letter from Thomas Wayne, I mean, I knew there wouldnt be one but it would make my mother happy so I still hoped for it. Somehow she was obsessed with Wayne and I didnt even knew why. My heart just skipped a beat as I saw an hand written postcard. Wayne? I started reading it. "Dear mysetrious stranger, You don`t know who I am but I saw you out on the streets some days ago and I think I fell in love with you. I even dreamed about you at night. I really hope you`re doing fine. Kisses The girl who loves you"

I just kept staring at the letters. I rubbed my eyes. the letters were still there. The girl who loves you. I must have blushed. Was this real? I let my fingers slide over the paper. It felt real. I turned the card around. A plain red heart on white background. I touched it so many times and hoped for a proof that this was eighter real or a dream. Sometimes I am not sure anymore. Who would ever send me a card? I searched for a stamp. None. Someone must have threw it in the letter boy by themself. The girl ! The girl I saw on the street. Now it all made sense to me. Was she following me? I smiled. The thought of this pretty girl having a crush on me was wonderful. But I got scared at the same time. I could never get up and talk to her. How could I? I bet she thinks I am some sexy guy who knows how to get it on. She was dreaming about me? What dreams? I imagined her touching herself while thinking about me and I giggled to myself. "Nahh she wouldnt do that" I said to myself. Reading the postcard again "Or would you, sweet strange girl?" I put the postcard close to my heart. Her fingers must have touched the paper all over when she was writing me these lines. Does she want to touchme with those fingers? Oh I would love to touch her fingers. But what if she ever comes up to me personally and I would just stand there, frozen. Not a word coming out of my mouth? The thought of this scared me a lot. My biggest fear was to laugh in her presence.The laugh that wasnt really one. My condition. That would scare her away for sure. I felt my eyes watering and a tear fell on the postcard, right on the word "kisses". It smeared, which made me even sadder. I needed this card to be perfect. I felt the urge to laugh coming up my throath. But then something else came to my mind. What if I showed the card to Dr. Kane? She could proof to me that this card truly exists. The urge to laugh was gone. I put the card into my paper bag and hurried up to see Dr. Kane.

"Hello, Arthur. How have you been thoughthe last week? Any negative thoughts?" Dr Kane was repeating her same old questions again as I smoked my cig. Next thing would be asking me about my journal. BUT I would have something much more interesting with me this time. "I brought something with me today" I said as I grabbed the card. "I wondered if you could take a look and tell me what you think about this?" Dr Kane took the card out of my hands. She read it. "Who gave it to you, Arthur?" "The girl who loves me" Dr Kane gave me that look "Arhur..." "Well... it says `The girl who loves you `  there at the end, right? "Right" "So, you see it too?" "Sure, Arthur" She gives me the card back. I smiled. It was real. The card was real. Which meant the girl was real,too. No hallucinations. No visions. "Good" "So someone send it to you?" "I found it in my letter box, it has no stamp" "No stamp? Are you sure you didnt wrote it yourself?" she looked confused. I bet she couldnt imagin someone falling in love me me eighter. "Dr Kane, you know how my handwriting looks like." "Right. Can I see it again?" I gave her the card back. Her eyes are focused on it. "No typos" she whispered to herself. "Looks like someone really likes you, Arthur. Be careful" "W-what do you mean?" "You know that you sometimes... well... you tend to lose sense of reality sometimes. It could be difficult to meet up with a girl for you". I put the card back in my bag. "You think I couldnt handle it to have a girlfriend?" "Thats not what I said..." "It is exactly what you said" I got up and left the room. "See you next week, Dr Kane. I cant do this today" I got back home and placed the card under my pillow. I wanted to sleep on it. It was the first love note I ever got and felt so special. I grabbed my Pjs out of my wardrobe and looked at the red suit hanging in there. I never put it on by now. I always felt like it is waiting for a special event in my life. But nothing special ever happens. Until now. The card. the love note. The girl. I grab the suit and walk to the mirror. Holding it in front of my body to see how it would look like on me. I felt so insecure when thinking about dating a girl. I didnt knew how to react in front of her. Maybe the suit would help? I shook my head. Nahh. Just a stupid thought. Back in bed I imagined how it would be to have a girlfriend. To go out on dates with her, walking hand in hand across the streets. I bet Gotham wouldnt be half as bad as if its now. Sharing my life with someone. My bed. Having someone to cuddle with at night. Someone to calm down my bouncing leg. Someone to have sex with, It would be sweet. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

YOU Its been a day since I threw the card in the letter box. No answer. Of course not. He didnt even knew who I was. I watched out the window and hoped to see him in his apartment again. I got lucky this time. I saw him lying on the couch watching tv. He wora a cosy PJ and looked so cute in it. Still sexy though. I could eat him up. I wish I could just go over, knock on his door and tell him that i am the girl who send him the card. I wonder if he even got it yet. maybe he didnt open the letter box since then.  I saw him smoking, writing down some notes.   I tried to see more details of the living room. There was a clown mask and a costume hanging beside a mirror. It seemed like he had a thing for clowns, which made me think. maybe I`ll have a lil surprise for him... I searched through my stuff and  found the big, red flower that used to be part of a Clown outfit I was wearing years ago when I dressed up with my best friends. It looked brand new. Maybe he would like it. I put a little note on it and decited to put it in front of his door. Tomorrow. I couldn`t wait. The next morning I got out of bed early, to wait till he got out of the house.  When he did I sneaked into the house and waited till someone came out again, which lastet at least 50 minutes but it was worth it. I got in the elevator and walked to the door which said 8J. I hold my breath for a second. That was were he lived. He walked through that door every day. I wish I could just walk through it and go into his apartment.Looking though his stuff. I was a bit shamed of myself for having those kinda feelings. I felt like a stalker. But I couldnt stop my own thoughts from wanting him.  I put the big plush Flower down on the doormat and touched the door knob. Just to touch it. To touch what he touched  some about an hour ago. It felt sexy.

ARTHUR I just came home from work at Haha`s and felt drained. It was a long day. I got out of the elevator and saw something lying on my doormat. A big, red plush flower. Like one for clowns! My heart jumped when I picked it up. There was a little note saying "Dear stranger, if you want to meet me , I`ll be at the little fountain in the park today  at 7 O`Clock . The one with the litlle bird stature. It would be a pleasure to get to know you better. Kisses, The girl who loves you"

I bit my lips. Another note. She wanted to meet me. My hands were shaking while reading the note one more time. I actually was shaking so much I had troubles to get my keys into the lock. I threw my jacket on the couch, sat down and pressed the plushy flower to my chest. It felt so soft to the touch. A present. I never got presents. Not even when I was a kid or on my birthdays. Everything about this felt so special. I wanted to meet her so bad but at the same time I was so scared about meeting her, I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my reflection. I looked tired. Drained. Like someone sucked the life out of my. Heavy bags under my yes, from not getting enough sleep. I brushed my hair back. Better. At least a lil bit. I checked the time and realized it was already after 5 O`clock. I got no time to waste. Should I really go there? Or was Dr Kane right?

YOU I got ready for my potential date. I  didnt even knew if he would show up but i hoped so. I dressed up in my usual clothes. I wanted to be my authentic self around him. I was already waiting on the spot 30 minutes too early. I just couldnt wait any longer. I needed to know if he would come. I wanted to get to know him so bad.

ARTHUR Alright, I could never forgive myself if i wouldnt take the chance, so I decited to show up. I took a bath to feel fresh, washed my hair and put on some nice clothes. Not the red suit though. I picked dark red pants, a matching vest and a white shirt under it. I hope I looked decent in it and bought some roses before I made my way to the park. I bought them from the last dollars I had but I didnt cared. I wanted to give her some nice flowers. Gotham looked different today while watching out of the trams window. Less dark and depressing. But I guess it was just me feeling better as usual. I just wanted it to be a nice date. I just wanted her to like me for who I am. I got out of the tram, walking into the park. I saw her from a distance already. There was just one person standing at the fountain, so it must have been her. She was so beautiful, I couldnt belive she was waiting FOR ME. My hands holding the roses started to get all sweaty and I wiped them off on my pants. I stumbled right in front of her as I arrived and the flowers fell out of my hands.  "Ooooppps...I`m...I`m so sorry.. I...." my nervousness killed me. She similed at me as I picked up the flowers and handed them to her "I....um....brought you...som..something...um..." I stuttered. She gave me the sweetest hug "Thats so sweet of you...? Um... I don`t even know your name" she was blushing. "Arthur. My name is Arthur." "Hey Arthur. I`m Y/N. Nice to meet you. Thank ou so much for the roses. They`re beautiful". "Yeah... thank you for the notes...I don`t know what to say...you`re beautiful". Y/N smiled from cheek to cheek. "Thank you, Arthur. Would you like to take a walk though the park and get some coffee later? It would be a nice way to get to know each other. What do you think?" "I think this sounds just wonderful". She gently wrapped her arm around my waist as we were walking though the park. It was a late summer evening and for the first time ever I noticed the birds singing. The music in my head stopped. Maybe Gotham wasn`t as bad after all.

[scotianostra]

Happy 69th Musician Birthday Dougie Thomson 

Born Douglas Campbell Thomson on March 24th, 1951 in Glasgow and raised in the Rutherglen area of the same city. Dougie was a member of the so-called Supertramp 'classic lineup' playing bass guitar from 1973 until Supertramp's initial break-up in 1988. Dougie's musical career began in August 1969 when he joined a local Glaswegian band "The Beings". Then in September of 1971 Dougie, joins The Alan Bown Set replacing Andy Brown and, as fate has it, first worked with future Supertramp bandmate John Helliwell briefly. In February of 1972, Dougie tried out for Supertramp and ended up playing with the band at several gigs as a temporary stand-in. In 1973, Dougie joined Supertramp as bass player and also helped take over the business management along with Dave Margereson. He also persuaded John Helliwell into joining the band. Dougie would play with Supertramp on its Crime of the Century, Crisis? What Crisis?, Even in the Quietest Moments, Breakfast in America, Paris, ...Famous Last Words..., Brother Where You Bound and Free as a Bird albums. After Supertramp initially disbanded in 1988, Dougie became a publisher in the music business creating Trinity publishing and works with a management company in Chicago, Illinois. He didn't participate in Supertramp's regrouping in 1997 for the album Some Things Never Change. He is also an avid sailor owning a number of yachts. Thomson has four children, Laura, James, Kyle and Emma, Kyle played professional football, both in the US and at Morton. 

I do like Supertramp, but only ever owned one of their albums,...Famous Last Words..., and that is only because I won it in a competition on Radio Forth. I must admit I thought the group wee American, and it is only in the past few years that I found out they were a "Brit" band.  Here's one of their songs from that album It's Raining Again, quite suitable for Scotland!

[yoontual]

what things do you associate with yoongi

so many things😭😭 but whenever someone talks really passionately about music i think about him, and i also think about him when its raining bc i always think about how nice it would be to take a nap with him😔 also the moon???? He's literally the moon so everytime i look at her i think about him and his round glowy cheeks👉🏼👈🏼 also whenever i see a bown poodle i instantly think about him and holly

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FanArt Rain Bown

Achei ele bem sad boy, seu nome parecido com Rainbow que no caso e arco íris, ter botado chifres nele bem criativo, um garoto com chifres de unicórnio e olhos negros algo meio sombrio que legal não?

Rain não e nada colorido eu gostei disso, não gosto muito de Ocs coloridos demais acho meio exagerado, foi um dos Ocs que mais gostei de fazer agora a única coisa que quero e saber mesmo da historia dele.

Tempo : 3 horas e 50 minutos.

Rain Bown by : @cimoontea

[littlebrowndogblog]

An overcast morning but no rain again. C’mon Hughie. #skyscape #skyporn #all_sunsets #sunset #sunsetporn #fromsunsettosunrise #igworldclub_sunset #explorers_of_light #unlimitedsunset #incrediblesunests #ig_shotz_sunsets #bns_sunset #bns_sky #ourcolourdays #ig_color #shotzdelight #australiagram #canonaustralia @australias.love . @ig_discover_nature @best_australian_photos @nature_lovers @nikonaustralia @tourismnsw @weseethe_world #nature #naturephotography #bns_landscape #ig_countryside #landscapephotography #landsholic #landscape #landscapes #photography.travelcaptures #ir_shotz (at Bowning, New South Wales)

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Esses 3 deveriam ir ver se tem pessoas iguais a eles, existe certo?!

Lyinn: Não tenho certeza...

Rain: Oh mãe por favor, nós vivemos em um deserto sem problemas! Todo mundo está com tédio.

Lyinn: Mas sunny..

Rain: Vai ser bom para ele sair um pouco.

Lyinn: *suspira* ok..

Rain: Woah... Sério?

Out of home - 1.

- Ask: These 3 should see if there are people like them, is there right ?!