#thank you for that phrase den i love you

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newsies is doing some cocomelon shit to me rn

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Can you write something hinny that includes the phrase “you are everything to me” or something in that vein of romantic confessionals?

This turned out a big angstier/sadder than you might've hoped, but here it is anyway <3

It wasn’t a very happy birthday, all things considered. 

There had been cake - chocolate. Presents - more than usual. Singing - respectably on-key. Guests - so many that they’d spilled out into the yard. All the typical ingredients for an excellent party. 

But.

Mum had been crying when she’d frosted the cake. 

Ginny had received a new broomstick (Harry), a lovely necklace (her parents), expensive French perfume (Bill and Fleur); a particularly good haul, even for seventeen. And yet, she’d swallowed the lump in her throat when, rather than a customary box of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes products, she’d opened new Quidditch boots. Happy seventeenth, from George, the card had said. Just George.

Their plucky rendition of Happy Birthday sounded hollow without Fred shrieking an off-key upper harmony. Mum had always said he ruined it, all those years of birthdays with seven kids. Now, without it, the song seemed broken beyond repair. But, asking them not to sing it at all had seemed worse, somehow. 

Mum and Dad and Bill and Fleur and Charlie and Percy and Audrey and George and Ron and Hermione and Harry and Kingsley and Hagrid and Luna and Neville and Hannah and Andromeda and Teddy and…

No Fred. No Lupin. No Tonks. No Collin. Their absence was glaring. A dementor that sucked all the happiness from the room. 

She’d put on a brave face through it all. Eaten the cake even though it tasted like tears, thanked them all for the gifts that had broken her heart, cheekily conducted a song that she’d rather never hear again, tried to breathe around the gaping chasm her brother had left behind. 

Not a very happy birthday, at all. But they’re trying to make it one, and perhaps eventually the trying will work. 

One has to hope. 

For now, the firewhiskey will have to supplement. 

Ginny is pleasantly buzzed by the time the non-family guests have gone. Mum is busying herself in the kitchen, trying unsuccessfully to hide a new bout of tears. Her father and brothers - sans George - are all lazing around the den, half heartedly listening to the wireless - Wasps vs. Tornados. George had gone up to bed an hour ago, but Ginny couldn’t blame him. Hermione, Percy, and Fleur are talking about the Beauxbatons exam curriculum, something Ginny wants exactly zero part in.

One person, she notices, is conspicuously absent. 

She finds him out on the swing in the garden, looking out over the orchard, a glass of what appears to be firewhiskey in his hand. 

She allows herself a moment just to look at him - disheveled hair and handsome face and sharp jaw. She knows, logically, that Harry is safe now, and yet she can’t quite quell the old instinct to drink him in. One last look at him, like she might never get another, like she’ll have to cling onto this one, ration it out to recall when she needs to. 

It’s stupid, anyway. The memory of him had never been even close to the real thing, but in that long year apart she’d never stopped trying to remember the exact shape of his eyes, the way he had a dimple in his left cheek when he smirked at her, the way his hands were solid and sure and so good at making her feel things she’d never–

“Gin?”

He notices her standing there, and offers her a half-smile through the darkness. She can just make out the glint of his eyes behind his specs. 

“Thought you’d left,” she says, aiming for teasing but ending up somewhere just shy of it. “Alright if I join you out here?”

“Of course,” he says, as though offended she’d even asked. “Plenty of room.”

There is, but she snuggles up next to him anyway, her added weight causing them to sway gently on the swing. He drops an arm over her shoulder, and a kiss to her temple, and pulls her up against him. The vague thrum of anxiety that had plagued her all day seems to quiet under the warm weight of his touch. 

“Happy birthday,” Harry says. He’d said it earlier, with everyone, but she likes hearing it again, just for her. 

Ginny hums. “Yeah, I suppose. Mum’s crying again, and George went up to bed ages ago. Dead grim in there. Dunno why Mum insisted we do this whole party when it’s made her so bloody miserable, I’d have been alright with a normal dinner.”

“It’s your seventeenth, though,” Harry points out. “Suppose she wanted it to be special. It should be special.”

“Well, we put on a good show of it, anyway,” Ginny says, reaching over and snatching the glass of firewhisky from Harry’s grip and stealing a gulp. She relishes the burn of it. 

Harry lets out a small breath of a laugh, pinches at her side for her thievery, but he lets her do it anyway. He tugs the glass back out of her grip once she’s finished and takes another gulp himself. 

“It’s what we’ve got to do though, isn’t it?” Harry says suddenly. “Pretend it’s alright until it is.”

“Doesn’t seem like it’ll ever be alright, really,” Ginny says cynically, snuggling deeper into Harry’s embrace. “Or at least, it’ll never be the way it was.”

“No,” Harry agrees, and he sounds more serious than she wants him to. 

God, what is wrong with her? She used to be better at this: lightening the mood with a joke or some good banter, fighting off the gloom. She doesn’t want to sit out here on her seventeenth birthday with her boyfriend and talk about death.

After a minute, she can sense Harry is searching for words. She leans back so that she can look up at his face, and finds he’s staring straight ahead, chewing on something. He seems to be on the precipice of speech, but then he takes another gulp of his drink. 

“What is it?” Ginny breathes. 

“Nothing,” Harry says quickly. “It’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not,” Ginny says firmly. She can’t imagine ever finding anything he has to tell her stupid. 

He looks down to meet her eye, and god. He makes her feel too much, like her heart is overbrimming and spilling out over her bones. 

“I just…” he struggles. He seems to find his words. “I was just thinking that I’m really glad I chose to live so that I could be here at your shite birthday party.”

“Oh, thanks,” Ginny snorts before the entirety of his words strike her. “I really appreciate–” She cuts herself off and sits up straight. “Hang on. What do you mean, ‘chose to live’?”

Harry averts his eye and takes another sip of firewhiskey. 

The question hangs in the evening air, and as the silence swells, Ginny realizes she isn’t sure that she wants to hear the answer. 

They’d spent weeks, filling each other in about the last year in dribs and drabs. She doesn’t yet have the full picture of all he’d been through, of all that had happened, but she doesn’t begrudge him. There are sore spots in her own past she’d rather not press – not yet, not just now – things she hasn’t been able to find the words to say to him yet. 

She reckons the same is true for him, too. She’d never wanted to press him, but it had not escaped her notice there is a gaping hole in her understanding of what had transpired in May: Harry, dead in Hagrid’s arms. 

He’d gone into the forest to die, and he’d come out alive. That’s all she knows, and frankly it’s all she’d mustered up the courage to ask. There seem to be too many painful doors to open down that particular avenue, things like why didn’t you say goodbye and did you know you’d come back and were you scared and I thought you were dead and I felt like I was too. 

They hadn’t touched it, and yet Harry seemed to be offering it to her, now. 

“What do you mean?” she says more softly, more bravely. “You chose to live?”

And so he tells her. Slowly, and stilted, but his hand is warm in hers. Snape’s memories. Learning that he had to die. The long walk into the forest. Finding Voldemort. 

“...I closed my eyes and I thought of you,” Harry says, like it’s just some part of the story, like he’s not breaking her heart and stitching it back together in one with these words. “So that you’d be the last thing I saw, and then he did it. Avada Kedavra. And I was gone.”

He presses a hand to his chest, and Ginny can picture the green light striking him there. She can’t fathom any of it, how difficult it must’ve been for him to walk to his own execution, how scared he must have been, how he could possibly still be sitting, living and breathing, beside her now. She grips his hand so tightly that it’s a wonder he has any feeling in it at all. 

Harry shifts uncomfortably, and his words are awkward now. “I still don’t know if any of it was real, or if it was just something I imagined while I was… wherever I was. But I… I spoke with Dumbledore. Or… I imagined I did, I dunno. About a lot of things, but mainly that I could choose to go, you know, on. Or I could go back and live again, if I wanted.”

He explains of the protection his mother’s love had left him with, that had tethered him to life despite the Killing Curse to his chest. 

Harry’s grip on her hand tightens, and he turns to meet her eyes fully for the first time since he began speaking. He wipes his other hand wearily over his face, and sighs. “I’m sorry, I’m a bit drunk. This is… it’s your birthday. I didn’t mean to–”

“Harry,” Ginny interrupts gently. “Go on.”

Harry inhales, bracing himself against the memory. “I knew if I chose to come back, I’d be coming back to the war, and Voldemort, and everyone I loved dying. And for a minute the thought of just… leaving it all behind, being at peace with my parents, and Sirius, and Lupin…”

Ginny can imagine how strong of a pull that must’ve been. She grips him harder, as though he’s facing the choice again at this moment and she might be able to tether him to her with her fingers.

“But then I thought of you, and the life I wanted – I want, with you. And I knew I had to come back, even if it meant dealing with all of the shite that came with it.”

Just like with the rest of it, he doesn’t seem to realize that he’s said anything of any particular import, but the words burrow under her skin and make a home there, painful and vulnerable and hopeful. 

“I’m sorry,” Harry says anxiously, interrupting himself as he looks at her expression. “Shit, Ginny, I didn’t–”

Ginny realizes she has tears streaming down her cheeks. She wipes them away impatiently. 

“--shit timing, it’s all a bit heavy for your birthday, isn’t it?” Harry babbles. “I just said it because I know today was dead grim, and you’re right, things will probably never be the same. But I just kept thinking that I’m so glad we’ll get to do it all again next year and for the first time that doesn’t seem like–”

She cuts off his anxious babbling with a kiss, hard and searing, and she holds his chin in her hands, precious, appreciating how very close she came to rationing memories of him for the rest of her life. 

She pulls away, her head still spinning with all that she’d told her. She needed to think about it, ask more questions about Snape and Voldemort and Horcruxes and blood magic. But most pressingly: “Let me see if I’ve got this right. You’re telling me that I’m the last thing you thought of when you went to die, and the reason you decided to live?”

Harry stares at her. “Well, when you put it like that– I suppose, yeah. Yes.”

Ginny shakes her head slowly, helplessly. “Harry.”

“I love you,” Harry says, like this is all the explanation that’s needed, because perhaps it is. He’s said this to her every day for weeks, but this is the first time she truly appreciates that love is a verb; that he’s not describing a state of being but rather something he’s actively doing: loving her. 

“I’m not always the best with words–” Harry continues, and Ginny nearly chokes. “--but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and it’s not even a competition, really. You’re everything. I didn’t mean to put pressure on you, or anything, I realize now how that all sounded and–”

“I love you, too,” Ginny says fiercely, ignoring any out he’s offering her, like she’d want one. “And I want to talk about the rest of it, all of it. I can’t believe you had to– I don’t even want to think about–” Ginny shakes her head. “You haven’t put any pressure on me, other than I don’t know how I’m meant to respond to that in a way that measures up–”

“No, you don’t–”

“But I love you,” Ginny presses on. “So much. And that’s what I want with you too, all of it, everything. I always have. I’m… so glad you came back because I don’t know what I’d have done if–”

“Gin–”

Ginny kisses him again, desperate. Harry says he’s the one who’s no good with words but Ginny has never been less articulate in her life. Instead she tries to pour the contents of her heart into the fingers she runs through his hair, the grip of her hands over his chest where his heart beats reassuringly beneath his warm skin, the press of her lips against his. 

She pulls back, eyes wet, breathing heavily. Harry’s looking at her with that soft wonder that he sometimes gets, an expression she might understand a bit better now. “That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard, but if you ever try to go off alone and die again, I will kill you myself. Don’t you ever do that again, alright?”

Harry grins. “Alright. I think I can manage that.”

“Good.”

A grin spreads across Ginny’s face, and now they’re just two grinning idiots on a swing who want to spend forever together, and for the first time there isn’t any glaring obstacle in the way of it. She allows herself to picture it - a nice cozy home to share, a wedding, kids with messy hair and green eyes, a life that might grow around the grief in her chest. 

She settles back into his arms, snug against him, miraculously alive and hers. She loves him so much it has nowhere to go. 

“I am sorry your birthday was shite, though,” Harry says. 

“It wasn’t,” Ginny says, and she means it.

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Tips to write for Nikolai (useful phrases)

Masterlist Tips to write for König (useful phrases)

AN: This guide is not meant to encourage you to start loving Russian language or culture. As much as I personally love Nikolai, I'll absolutely understand, there are people out there, that may feel bad, seeing him in CoD franchise, because of everything going on right now. This is not a call to start loving him, not a call to start describing this character as an absolute angel (he is not and never was). If seeing such a guide makes you feel bad - I'm genuinely sorry, and I'm open to a dialogue to make it better.

I tried to cover the most commonly used themes. However, it's impossible to make it short, yet all-covering. So please don't hesitate to come into my DMs with 'hey, I want Nikolai to say this thing in my fic - could you translate it in Russian for me?'. I'm always super-happy to help!

These are not my HCs, about what would Nik say, just some usefull phrases!

And the last one: Russian language uses Cyrillic letters. But I personally love to, at least try to hear, how other languages sound. So I provided translations (Cyrilic) and transliterations (Latin).

TW: swearing

Basic words, you may need for everyday chit-chat

Hello - Здравствуй Zdravstvui

Hi - Приве�� Privet

Good morning \ day \ evening - Доброе утро \ добрый день \ добрый вечер Dobroe utro \ dobryi den' \ dobryi vecher

Goodbye (untill next time) - До свидания Do svidaniia

Bye - Пока Poka

Thank you - Спасибо Spasibo

You are welcome - Пожалуйста Pozhaluista

Yes \ yes of course - Да \ Конечно Da \ Konechno

No - Нет Net

Petnames

Genderless (can be used, referring to both men and women, depending on relationship dynamic):

Angel - Ангел Angel

My soul - Душа моя Dusha moia

Treasure - Сокровище Sokrovishche

Sun \ little sun - Солнце \ Солнышко Solntse \ Solnyshko

My joy - Радость моя Radost' moia

Love - Любовь Liubov'

My light - Мой свет Moi svet

My happiness - Счастье моё Schast'e moe

Dream - Мечта Mechta

Little cloud - Облачко Oblachko

Little fire - Огонёк Ogonek

Precious - Прелесть Prelest'

Heart - Сердце Serdtse

Little tiger - Тигрёнок Tigrenok

Wonder - Чудо Chudo

Feminine and masculine versions of petnames (Here you can add 'my' moia for feminine, moi for masculine versions of names)

Priceless - Бесценная \ Бесценный Bestsennaia \ Bestsennyi

Divine - Божественная \ Божественный Bozhestvennaia \ Bozhestvennyi

Peerless - Бесподобная \ Бесподобный Bespodobnaia \ Bespodobnyi

Gorgeous - Великолепная \ Великолепный Velikolepnaia \ Velikolepnyi

Delightful - Восхитительная \ Восхитительный Voskhititel'naia \ Voskhititel'nyi

Darling - Дорогая \ Дорогой Dorogaia \ Dorogoi

Precious - Драгоценная \ Драгоценный Dragotsennaia \ Dragotsennyi

The only one - Единственная \ Единственный Edinstvennaia \ Edinstvennyi

Desired - Желанная \ Желанный Zhelannaia \ Zhelannyi

Golden - Золотая \ Золотой Zolotaia \ Zolotoi

Affectionate - Ласковая \ Ласковый Laskovaia \ Laskovyi

Beloved - Любимая \ Любимый Liubimaia \ Liubimyi

Sweetheart - Милая \ Милый Milaia \ Milyi

Tender - Нежная \ Нежный Nezhnaia \ Nezhnyi

The one, I can't stop looking at (lovingly) - Ненаглядная \ Ненаглядный Nenagliadnaia \ Nenagliadnyi

Incredible - Невероятная \ Невероятный Neveroiatnaia \ Neveroiatnyi

Charming - Очаровательная \ Очаровательный Ocharovatel'naia \ Ocharovatel'nyi

Dear (often said to someone, you consider your family) - Родная \ Родной Rodnaia \ Rodnoi

Sweet - Сладкая \ Сладкий Sladkaia \ Sladkii

Good one - Хорошая \ Хороший Khoroshaia \ Khoroshii

Love confessions and stuff around that

I love you. - Я люблю тебя. Ia liubliu tebia.

I like you. - Ты мне нравишься. Ty mne nravish'sia.

I fell in love with you at first sight. - Я влюбился (if man says it) \ влюбилась (if woman) в тебя с первого взгляда. Ia vliubilsia \ vliubilas' v tebia s pervogo vzgliada.

I can not live without you. - Я не могу без тебя жить. Ia ne mogu bez tebia zhit'.

You drive me crazy. - Я схожу по тебе с ума. Ia skhozhu po tebe s uma.

I wanna be with you. - Я хочу быть с тобой. Ia hochu byt' s toboi.

I think about you constantly. - Я постоянно думаю о тебе. Ia postoianno dumaiu o tebe.

You are my only one. - Ты мой (if the partner is masculine) \ моя (if the partner is feminine) единственный\ая. Ty moi \ moia edinstvennyi\aia.

I really need you. - Ты мне очень нужна (f partner) \ нужен (m partner). Ty mne ochen' nuzhna \ nuzhen.

We were meant for each other. - Мы созданы друг для друга. My sozdany drug dlia druga.

I'm ready to do anything for you. - Я готов/а на все ради тебя. Ia gotov/a na vse radi tebia.

I'm never giving you to somebody. - Я тебя никому не отдам. Ia tebia nikomu ne otdam.

Dirty talking

I want you. - Я хочу тебя. Ia hochu tebia.

I'm all yours. - Я вся твоя \ весь твой. Ia vsia tvoia \ ves' tvoi.

Your body drives me crazy. - Твоё тело сводит меня с ума. Tvoe telo svodit menia s uma.

I want to feel your touch all over. - Хочу чувствовать твои руки везде. Hochu chuvstvovat' tvoi ruki vezde.

You can do anything you want today. - Тебе сегодня можно всё. Tebe segodnia mozhno vse.

Take me the way, you want to. - Возьми меня, как ты хочешь. Voz'mi menia, kak ty khochesh'.

I want to make you moan. - Хочу заставить тебя стонать. Hochu zastavit' tebia stonat'.

Give yourself to me completely. - Отдайся мне весь (to m partner)\ вся (to f partner), без остатка. Otdaisia mne ves' \ vsia, bez ostatka.

Show me, that I belong to you only. - Покажи мне, что я только твоя \ твой. Pokazhi mne, chto ia tol'ko tvoia \ tvoi.

What do you want to do to me? - Что ты хочешь со мной сделать? Chto ty hochesh' so mnoi sdelat'?

Don't stop. - Не останавливайся. Ne ostanavlivaisia.

I want to taste you. - Хочу попробовать тебя на вкус. Hochu poprobovat' tebia na vkus.

Swearing

Fuck (as an interjection) - Блять Bliat'

Fuck off - Отъебись Ot"ebis' (to one person), отъебитесь ot"ebites' (to a group of people)

Bloody hell - Ёбаный пиздец (NOT used during sex!!) Ebanyi pizdets

Bastard - Сволочь (applied to any gender) Svoloch'

Motherfucker - Ублюдок \ уебан Ubliudok \ ueban

Son of a bitch - Сукин сын Sukin syn

Asshole - Жопа \ задница. Zhopa \ zadnitsa.

Cunt \ Pussy - Пизда (This and next one can in theory be used in bed, but i really strongly recommend you to NOT) Pizda

Cock \ Dick - Хуй Hui

Cultural extras to get in the mood

I sometimes meet this take, that Russian, as well as German language, sounds menacing or harsh. And as much as I understand, that it is subjective perception, I have something to add: you can modulate Russian speech as well as any other. You can sound like softest softie, coo and purr in Russian, if you want. Here is a good example: a guy just reads a poem, but you try and tell me, he is not straight seducing you.

Very nice perspective on how non-tourist Russia looks like. The guy travels to places, that still look and feel like USSR and somehow manages to survive. Don't mind him rambling, how good was soviet life - he doesn't mean it, he just says whatever people, he meets, would love to hear.

Another good channel to explore non-tourist Ru and some extreme weathers. Don't worry, there are no jumpscares and nothing scary happens on the videos.

Russian winter is a tricky one, because -40 С in Yakutsk can sometimes feel softer as -20 in Moscow. Humidity and wind are the keys.

No, vodka is not the only alcohol option) You can write a Ru character, that despises vodka and it will be 100% legit.

If you need domestic and interior references to Nikolais youth in soviet Ru - I can recommend HBOs Chernobyl series. An accuracy and attention to domestic details there is so great that it gets uncanny sometimes.

Stefan Kapičić does very tender and smooth version of Slavic accent. And he is 100% right to do so - it works good both for his character and the audience. If you want to hear heavier versions of Russian accent - here is a little funny video.

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Hey! I’ve absolutely been loving your posts and re-posts lately. I’ve been heavily getting back into HxH recently and the Killugon brain rot is real. I’d like to get your opinion on something though. I’ve been thinking a lot about the scene during the “Palm date arc” where Killua and Gon are working out at the gym and Killua asks Gon if he’s been on a date before. Obviously this is a pretty famous scene for a number of reasons, although personally I’ve always found it to be one of the most misunderstood scenes in the entire series, as I’ve yet to see anyone really share my thoughts for what I think Togashi was trying to do with it. It actually showcases his writing skills very well imo, and I think that (besides the very surface level comedy of the interaction) there’s 3 things this whole scene is trying to tell us:

1. Killua and Gon have two entirely different conceptions of dating and what it means, with Gon being either oblivious or innocent to any romantic or intimate meaning while Killua is very much the more mature one who understands those parts of dating. This is probably the most.

2. Killua is clearly upset and put off by the idea of Gon going on dates with anyone, and arguably very jealous when Gon tells him about past “dates”.

3. Killua has no desire to go on dates with people, and just wants to stay by Gon’s side “forever” when the subject of dating is brought up.

Now, I have much longer form explanations and evidence for all of these points I can give but I’d like to see your interpretation of my thoughts first, as again, I think this is both of one of the most misunderstood scenes in the whole series, and one of the most important for understanding Killua and Gon’s dynamic and how they feel about relationships

Hello! Thank you so much, it makes me happy to hear you're enjoying my posts. I've been internally cultivating my HxH brainrot for years and it feels good to finally be able to share more of it. I'm so glad you sent this to me so I can weigh in, I'd love to hear your additional thoughts as well!

This is an excellent analysis and you're spot on! I love that you're focusing on a small scene rather than the arc as a whole, because it makes it easier to pull apart each aspect of it and the intended meaning without having to leave things out. I think the larger context of this subplot does nothing but support what you're saying, too.

The thing that stands out to me with these panels is how much Togashi is emphasizing Killua's shock and stress over this. The huge metaphorical boulder, his expressions, he is clearly bothered. And sure, it is comedic because Killua is not understanding Gon here because of their different levels of awareness, but I don't think that takes away from what is being said. The scene could have been set up in a way that doesn't immediately conjure up the concept of jealousy on Killua's part, but Togashi makes it clear over and over again in this arc how panicked and upset Killua is at the thought of Gon going on a date (with someone who is unhinged, but while Killua is certainly concerned about that, he seems just as bothered by the thought of Gon going on a date specifically).

As the audience, I think we gather by Gon's line about Mito that he's not talking about real dates, and that the things they were teaching him were probably innocent (I sometimes see people taking this at surface level, but I really think Togashi is being tongue-in-cheek here and showing us that Gon's view of what dates are is innocent and lacks context). But of course Killua is in the middle of a gay crisis here and he doesn't catch on and misunderstands.

Then, so shortly after, we're into Killua stating he wanted to stay with Gon forever (ずっと). I didn't like how the English version of this line was phrased, seemed like it was being downplayed a bit and didn't contain the word "forever," so here it is in Japanese. I think it's incredibly telling how it goes immediately from thinking about Gon going on dates and denying that he has been on dates (because he was learning to kill and then with Gon) into this line, and especially with how downright pained Killua's expression is at the thought of having to leave Gon, as he promised himself. It's hard to come up with any other explanation for this scene, you know?

This is more my own interpretation than straight-up analysis, but I think this is maybe another straw in the pile of Killua thinking his feelings for Gon are one-sided as well, as he struggles with through all of CAA--in Killua's misunderstood/mistaken view here, Gon has been on multiple dates and has experience with romance and therefore he might be more "normal," while Killua feels like his whole world is Gon--and he doesn't seem interested in the thought of going on dates himself, all he comes back to is wanting to be with Gon. It might widen the chasm between them a little bit in Killua's eyes.

Anyway, all of this is basically just expounding on what you already said. I appreciate how you summed it up so clearly and succinctly! I agree that it's a great example of Togashi's writing, which is very rich, and often even small scenes like this have multiple meanings and intentions we can take from them if we look at them carefully. His eye for detail is incredible.

Like I said above, the full arc's context surrounding this scene only supports the conclusions you came to--there are more examples throughout of Killua's jealousy in this specifically romantic context, Gon's lack of full awareness on this topic, and Killua's devotion to Gon. It's so telling of Togashi's intentions that ultimately the Palm subplot concludes with Palm of all people emphasizing that Killua is the one Gon needs.

[doesntmeanitsmeaningless]

Hola Ailo!!!! The recap that you did ask for is here(a little bit late sorry but still counts), Louis show at the Victorious Festival:

Festival poster.

As you saw but still will link some pics because he look gorgeous, Louis wore full black with a cap 🫠 and the barricade photo I show you that deserves to be link again haha.

🚨Highlight of the recap shirtless Steve is back!!! Thank you Steve 🚨 (no idea if that is a highlight for you but it wouldn't be a recap of me without that important info).

His family was there, here is a cute video of Lottie, other with Olive and other with Lucky.

Seems like the weather was cold, because Mr. Weather Man comment about it and also was doing some arms and hands gestures a few times to said that he was cold, poor Louis, but hey we thank him for showing a tank top.

He said this sweet quote and mention that it was his first festival in the UK.

Here he was interacting with a fan but I wonder what the sign said.

Louis instagram story.

Some observations about the live:-Hands up and down during kill my mind instead of kmm lights (like this other time that they did it in other festival), seems like is a tradition now and I love it.

-You can see his family on the side of the stage moving to the rhythm.

-Fans were yelling I love you Louis and he was smiling.

-He was interacting with a lot of fans, was very smiley and so confident. It was lovely seeing him like this.

He also sign a doncaster bear of a fan I guess maybe after the show I don't know.

For your Nouis' heart, Louis give a like to a video of Niall and Ed Sheeran singing Little Things (here is the full video) on today's show of Niall, they also sing Lego House (there was no live 😑, we just have to listen after it was sad but still beautiful).

Louis took a shot backstage with Phoebe and Daisy.

I already share it but still, the short setlist 11 songs rip 7 😭.

The crowd look huge, I'm so proud of him.

Here is the live in case you want to watch it.

And that is it for the baby recap. I'm probably missing some things but is what I could do, I was very busy with Niall's updates so I didn't pay much attention to everything that was shared yet.

Let me know what you think, I love reading reactions of the recaps :)

I hope you have a lovely day. Here is a spanish phrase for you: Te mando un abrazo.

Oh wow CC 🤩🤩🤩 this is amazing!! Thank you so much!! 😘 Even though I did request it (as I’m in the alps, no wifi, and quite some fandom fomo), the feeling of getting a recap is… so unexpectedly heartwarming! 🥰 It made me sing We Made It “sayin’ goodbye, wavin’ to the hard times” to the mountains this morning, as you really make me feel so included!!

I love the outfit as a whole: it works!! I’m glad you sent a photo of the cap, I would’ve missed the “mauled by a dragon” aspect of it otherwise. 🤪

Weatherman Louis 🥶 lives in an entirely different climate than Steve 🥵! And the shivering pic… is gonna be a favourite of mine!! It’s convincing me that it must’ve been freezing 😎

Aww… the mini Tomlinsons!! 🥹 They do bring a cuteness factor that we don’t often see. And I can’t believe how big Olive is! Can that really be?!?🤔🤔

I love that the kmm hands are back: you know the Louies are in the crowd when…!!

I’m guessing the sign was one of those “please write me a tattoo” or something requests… and Louis didn’t wanna explain that he’s working, day job etc again… so he just says “how?” in THAT voice… wow! 🫠 Good of you to include that!! 🤭

Mini but fun setlist! Face the Music surviving every cut is a surprise to me, but hey… not my day job 🫢

And thanks for the bigger picture: Niall singing Little Things with Ed! Yeah! And Louis liking it!! Now c’mon boys…!! Just a little click, babe!

So much more to say but the kids & mountains are calling. Schöne Grüße aus den Bergen!

Und herzlichen Dank für die tolle Zusammenfassung!! 🫶🫶🫶

[marimayscarlett]

Thank you so much for recommending Immer und Uberall. It is so good! Sometimes you want an easy, no deep plot but feel good story and this was it! And even translating it into English was still very good.

Do you have any more recommendations as such? X

Hi 😊

Glad you like that fanfic! I really binge-read it over the Christmas days and really enjoyed the lighthearted (and steamy) atmosphere of it 💜 Here are some more german fanfictions which I also quite enjoyed - (somehow, I love reading blithe, romantic and happy ending-stories in german and can endure real drama/angst only in english ones). They do involve some heartbreak but ultimatively have happy endings and are all in all just feel-good stories:

Für immer (in english: Forever), the sequel to Immer und überall:

Du, ich, wir (in english: You, me, us)

Weihnachten in Berlin (in english: Christmas in Berlin)

Der Sturm (in english: The storm)

The following two fanfics do involve some topics regarding mental health issues (heavily referencing Richard's depressive episode in 2019) but are SO well written and ultimatively are so romantic and do have a happy ending, I couldn't leave them out. They're essentially the same story, first from Richard's POV, then from Paul's POV:

Schlafende Hunde (english: Sleeping dogs), from Richard's POV:

Sehnsucht (english: longing), from Paul's POV:

All of them should work fine in english (well, maybe apart of some dialect phrasing). Thank you to the wonderful @m---e---l for recommending most of these to me, these fanfictions got me into reading german fanfictions more regularly again (after I haven't touched german ones in almost two years after reading a particularly heartwrenching one 🤧).

[spockandthings]

Day 4 - Shapeshifter ; Set in the Aconitum verse (Werewolf!Hob)

Written for @mr-sadman Dreamling Week

The werewolf smiled at his partner. “I’m so happy you could spend the full moon with us,” Hob said to Morpheus.

“I would have been loath to miss it,” Morpheus simply answered, a small smile stretching on his lips.

“And the pack would’ve given you a bit of hell, I know. But hey, can’t fault the kids for loving you,” Hob smiled grew even further as he teased Morpheus 

“They are a lively bunch,” Morpheus nodded. 

“That they are, bunch of rascals,” he emphasised the last part of his phrase just as they entered the den, where the pack was already lounging in preparation for the night. 

“Hey!” came a chorus of half-hearted protests.

“Relax, kids,” Hob raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Evening,” Morpheus simply greeted the group.

“Morpheus!!” the pack cheered once he spoke. 

Morpheus chuckled at the pack’s antics, before turning back towards Hob, who was simply observing him with soft eyes. Morpheus didn’t need to read the werewolf’s mind to know that he was very thankful that Morpheus had come to join them in this special evening. Morpheus knew just how much the pack meant to Hob, and a part of him couldn’t help but feel at home with this rag-tag group led by his partner. 

They all felt like family, but Morpheus tried to not dwell on this fact too much and, instead,  simply enjoy all of their company.

[On AO3]

[on-these-scorched-pages]

Servant of the Night

Hey y'all! This was a short story I entered for a writing contest; requirements were as follows:

1000 Words, setting: train, phrase: open your eyes, object: key.

I enjoyed writing this A LOT and wouldn't mind turning it into a larger project (mostly because I can never write anything short lmao).

That’s what Albert told me this morning before I was sent back to my cabin to prepare for the night shift where I will begin serving the Elysian Class. I smile at the few guests still lingering in the dining compartment before my gaze meets Albert’s.

Servant of The Night

“You’re the only one left that suits their… taste.”

This morning, he seemed annoyed at my promotion.

Now he looks concerned.

“Good evening, Scarlet.” He greets me, hand reaching for the doorknob that leads to the Elysian compartment. “Remember the rules I told you this morning. Their satisfaction is above all else.”

I nod as I wipe my hands on the apron of my uniform, suddenly finding them damp. “Thank you, Albert,” I reply softly, dropping my gaze back down to the cart before me, as if you could call fruit and cheese a meal. Not that the guests would eat it anyway – they’re notorious for not touching any food served to them.

He hesitates for a split second, drawing my gaze back up to him. He opens his mouth to say something, then changes his mind, a strange smile crawling onto his lips instead. “Good luck.” He murmurs, beginning to turn the knob, “While you’re in there, make sure you open your eyes. Serving in Elysian is a privilege, Scarlet. You’ll never see anything the same again.”

I smile at him as I step through the threshold into the dimly lit Elysian compartment, my dinner suddenly feeling like lead in my stomach. As the door clicks shut, conversation in the compartment ceases, and I feel as if I am a lone rabbit suddenly caught in the gaze of a den of silent, waiting wolves.

The carpet feels plush beneath my shoes as I slowly step farther into the compartment, Albert’s rules ring through my mind; “They prefer a more discreet service… speak only when spoken to.”

“Look, Cecilia, there’s a new one for you.” A man's playful voice cuts through the silence, laughter from the other guests accompanying it, causing me to lift my gaze to the guests of the Elysian Class.

Four. There are only four guests in a compartment meant for eight.

A white-haired woman sits closest to the door to the second compartment. Her presence alone is commanding; as if she’s a mother to the other passengers in the compartment. Her deep burgundy velvet dress cascades around her as she sits with her hands clasped in her lap. Her porcelain skin is striking against the dark fabric of her dress, the black lace trim along the neckline of the bodice dances across her skin, framing the antique key that hangs from a delicate silver chain resting at the hollow of her throat.

The key silently calls out to me to touch it.

My eyes flash up to meet the white-haired woman’s piercing emerald gaze and I feel my heart jump to my throat – “Avoid eye contact. They find it intrusive.”

I avert my gaze back to the trays of food in front of me, an apology readying to leave my lips as I set to work spreading the food before the guests.  

“It’s all right, child.” Her soft voice says, the lilt of a French accent dripping on each word, drawing my eyes back to her. A gentle smile is on her lips as her eyes trickle down my body, lingering at the collar of my uniform. Did I spill something? “What’s your name?”

Her voice is barely audible over the sound of my heart drumming in my ears.

“S-Scarlet, ma’am.” My voice shakes.

“Scarlet,” She repeats, my name rolling off her tongue with an almost tangible caress as she reaches up to absently toy with the key around her neck. “What a lovely name.” Her gaze meets mine, and for a moment I feel as though I’m drowning in those piercing emerald eyes.

A sudden, warm chuckle erupts just behind me, sending a jolt of shock through my body. I whirl, eyes widening with surprise to find a chestnut-haired man mere inches from me. A wicked grin is painted across the man's sculptural features, a hint of mischief dancing behind his eyes. “It seems you have captured our dear Lady Cecilia’s interest.” His voice is rich and velvety, dripping with charm.

I glance back to the white-haired woman, Lady Cecilia, to see her smile widen, revealing her teeth – perfectly white and slightly elongated at the canines, sharper than any teeth I’ve seen before. “Indeed, Lucien. Our new server has a certain… charm.”

The man, Lucien, chuckles again, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “It’s all right, Scarlet,” Lucien murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. “We won’t bite… Much.” I can’t tell if he’s joking or if there’s a dangerous truth to his words.

Lady Cecilia’s eyes never leave mine, her fingers still toying with the key at her throat. “You have nothing to fear from us, Scarlet,” she tells me, her voice calm and enticing. “So long as you follow the rules.”

I nod, my throat too dry to speak. I refocus on my task, setting out the fruit and cheese for the group, trying to keep my hands from trembling. I feel Lucien step even closer to me, his presence overwhelming. “Tell me, Scarlet,” He whispers, “have you ever wondered what it’s like to truly live?”

I glance back at Lady Cecilia, her smile never faltering, fingers still wrapped around that antique key. “Remember, serving in the Elysian Class is a privilege. Embrace it, and you may find yourself… transformed.”

Having finished arranging the food, I step back, my heartbeat roaring as I stand there. Surrounded by these sublime beings, I can’t help but wonder what lies ahead. It’s terrifying and exciting; I realize Albert was right – I will never see anything the same again.

[envihellbender]

David finding Felix after a relapse

Rating: Mature (themes)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Characters: David King, Felix Richter

Content: addiction, vomit, relapse, alcohol, drugs

Summary: David spends all night looking for Felix and finds him in a high class drug den.

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“Come on Felix, answer,” David muttered in angry panic. When it went to voicemail, he hung up and rang again, with one hand on the steering wheel. He hadn’t heard from Felix in a couple of days. Maybe that wasn’t anything to worry about, but something in David’s gut said there was. So here he was, driving through Felix’s favourite haunts and friends’ houses trying to find him. Eventually Elodie was the one who gave him something useful - the address of a higher class of crack den is how she described it. David didn’t want to admit that Felix had fallen off the wagon, but he also wouldn’t have been surprised with how difficult things had been lately. Eventually, he made it there, he parked outside, not caring much that he was on double yellow lines.

David followed Elodie’s instructions: take the alleyway to the right, knock on the blue door three times, and when the door opens a crack repeat the following phrase: “They wanted Alaskan salmon for lunch.” A bit cryptic, but Elodie explained they changed it to another random sentence every six days. Thanks to that little show, he wandered the corridors of a badly lit, expensively furnished townhouse. In each room another form of debauchery was taking place. In the first, he recognised a Tory MP getting flogged by a leather daddy, in the second he saw two Arsenal players doing cocaine off of someone he was sure he’d seen on the news who was being a table at present. Eventually he found a handsome young man smoking by the foot of a staircase, he seemed to be more with it than anyone else.

“Hey, mate, you know a Felix Richter?” David asked, trying not to seem too intimidating.

“Mhm,” he said as he took another drag. “Who wants to know?”

“Oh erm, I’m… I’m-” David paused. When he and Felix had last spoke they had had some choice words that had started from David’s desire to stay closeted. They hadn’t split up, but he realised then as he felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he thought about admitting his love for Felix what the problem was. It was him. “I’m his boyfriend. David. I can’t find him anywhere, one of his friends said he’d be here.”

“Oh. I thought you’d be some muscle hired by his parents to drag him home.”

“I’m certainly some muscle, but not today.”

“Mm, I can see that.” The young man looked David up and down before he grinned. “His favourite room is two floors up, end of the corridor. There should be a chaise lounge, a comfortable bed, a mini bar, and television in there.”

“Thank you. Thank you thank you,” David repeated as he practically ran up the stairs. He didn’t bother to look at anyone else or poke his head round any other door, his sights were set on the end of the second floor corridor. When he got there, fully intending to barge his way in, he hesitated. If Felix was there … Well, he’d relapsed. And David hated the fact that in a few moments his fear would he confirmed. He swallowed and slowly opened the door.

Felix was laid horizontally across the large bed, his eyes were half lidded and his glass of wine had spilled all over his chest. His shirt was open, the red staining his bare skin and smattering of blond hair. There was an empty syringe on the floor that had dropped out of his hand. He was watching some old film on television, David could barely register it. He approached Felix slowly and sat next to him on the bed. He shuffled over, he saw that Felix had also had vomit over his shirt and the bed next to him. His trousers were undone, revealing his Ralph Loren underwear. David reached out to gently shake him, Felix let out a groan and shuffled away.

“Think it’s time we got you home, love,” he said gently. Felix spasmed and his exhausted, drugged eyes widened.

“David. David. No. You’re not supposed to be here. Not supposed to see…” Felix’s eyes grew heavy as he began to fall asleep again but David shook him.

“No, no love, come on. You’ve gotta stay awake.” He said gently. “What have you taken?”

“Just enough,” Felix muttered.

“Let’s get you-”

“David,” he interrupted, one limp weak hand attempting to press against David’s chest but just fell helplessly. “Just. Leave me. It’ll be easier if you just leave.”

“Not happening, Felix.”

“Well, I don’t want you to but- I’m… Not in a state to entertain right now.” His voice was an exhausted slurring mumble that David could barely understand, but he wasn’t giving up.

“Come on, up you get,” he said matter of factly, choosing not to engage with this discussion. He slipped one arm under Felix’s torso and pulled him upright. He swayed back and forth before he began vomitting all over his and David’s front. He turned Felix away so he threw up over the bed instead. “Come on, let it out, love,” he said. When Felix finished, David pulled him up onto his feet, when he could barely stand on his shaking, weak legs David pulled him into a bridal carry instead.

“Why are you doing this?” Felix slurred, his face burying in David’s chest.

“How much have you had, love?”

“Few ccs of mor… morph…”

“Morphine?”

“Yeah.”

“Anything else?”

“I… don’t know. Maybe.”

“Let’s get you washed and to bed, okay?” David said as he carried Felix down the stairs and out the front door. He got his car and thanked god he hadn’t got a ticket. He sat Felix down in the passenger seat, and took a deep breath as he dreaded the conversation they were going to have in the morning. He knew one thing for certain though, no matter what Felix said, he wasn’t going anywhere.

[oh-three]

Loki S2E4:

Oooh, maybe Victor Timely is the guy who pruned Loki in episode one. Or, maybe it was his episode four self. Either way, something tells me we're about to find out.

Whoa, Miss Minutes keeps surprising me.

Also. More of Hunter Renslayer, ooh.

"See you soon" is literally this man's catchphrase.

WHOA, THAT'S A BETRAYAL. Not that I didn't expect it, but wow. Gotta say, Miss Minutes is right, though. Clearly, he didn't really do much.

Alright, let's see what Victor's gonna fuck up.

Who left this man alone after he went through the TimeDoor??

Okay, can't blame him for the crisis though. Not after last episode.

"Your words changed me" is the single most powerful phrase ever. I don't even remember this lady's name, but I like her.

O.B. and Victor complimenting each other and O.B. slowly realizing who he's talking to is the funniest thing ever. He's fanboying over him the way Casey was fanboying over him.

Also, the fact that Sylvie stuck around is pretty neat.

MOBIUS 😂

My man really does not want to go out in the suit again, and Loki's his scapegoat. They are such a married couple.

SYLVIE, STOP ADDING FUEL TO HIS REPRESSED EMOTIONS. LEAVE HIM ALONE.

Brad, what the fuck.

Hah, get called out. You're out of friends.

D-90 and B-15 just stepped into the wolves' den 👀

Not Brad grabbing his collar the same way he grabbed the straps of his uniform in episode one.

Lmao, D-90 getting told to go help Mobius- and just Mobius- watch Victor. Alone time with him oughta be awkward.

Loki defending Mobius 😭❤

"What if you are wrong to believe that this place can be any better? What if I was wrong to spare him? It would be easier to burn this place down and start from scratch." Yes, but as Loki tried to tell you, it's harder to take the difficult path- and, oftentimes, the difficult path is the right one. Nothing that's right is ever easy.

^^^^ "Trying to fix what's broken is hard."

Ahhh, I see you coming around.

Sylvie does have a point, though- it'll be dangerous letting Timely go after this.

"We are gods." drops mic

Wait, you guys didn't try the pie.

Dammit, Renslayer.

OH NO. SHE'S GOING TO KILL THEM ALL.

HOLY SHIT.

That was so horrifying wtf.

At least Brad seems to be having regrets already.

Whatever you do, DON'T LOSE HIM, D-90.

Just. This scene with D-90 and Victor. It's funny and sweet, and I love it-

WAIT, NO. BRAD, WHY.

COME BACK, D.

There's something very significant about D-90 getting pruned exactly one season after pruning Mobius, and I don't know how I feel about it.

Everything is going wrong.

And now they're gonna think Timely kill D-90. Nice.

Well, at least B-15's smart enough to know it was Renslayer.

I can't decide if Victor's a great actor or a terrible one. 😂

"There's still time." Hello, past Loki, you have no idea what our poor present folks are going through right now.

I still want to know why that phone's ringing.

Ah, so Loki literally did prune himself. This moment is like watching Harry save himself in Prisoner of Azkaban.

The look on Sylvie's face Lmao 🤣

ANSWER THE PHONE.

Bet it's Renslayer. Oh. Nvm.

CASEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

Miss Minutes glitching into oblivion is the most satisfying thing ever.

Okay, now that Brad's exposed, someone please prune him. He's expendable.

Oooh, the systems being offline means that magic works in the TVA. 👀

THEY ENCHANTED HIM. 😂

RAVONNA'S BEEN PRUNED.

IT ACTUALLY WORKED, AYYYY.

Okay, is Victor doing this out of the goodness of his heart or does he actually have some sinister plot? Is he about to die?

THIS IS THE SAME MUSIC THAT PLAYED BEFORE THEY FOUGHT ALIOTH LAST SEASON.

I am having a fucking blast with this.

WHOA.

FUCKING RIP.

THAT IS NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING.

Thank god it wasn't Mobius or Loki.

SHIT, IT EXPODED.

AND THERE'S THE MUSIC THAT PLAYED AFTER MOBIUS GOT PRUNED.

I HATE CLIFFHANGERS. 😭

[darkeraurora]

Admissions - Chapter 4

Minors DNI pretty please.

A slight trigger warning for unstable/abusive parents. Nothing graphic but for those of us who had or have verbally abusive parents you might choose to skip over the parts in bold italics.

For the past two days Ghost had been holed up in his room following his little moment on the rooftop and couldn't be cajoled into leaving.

Gaz tried.

Price tried.

Soap tried.   Twice.   And very narrowly avoided having a short-tempered lieutenant rip his head off the second time.

The others around base seemed to take their cue from Soap's experience and avoided the area around Ghost's door.

Mostly.

"Really not a good idea!" a familiar Scottish accent hollered from down the corridor, earning a cocked eyebrow from the masked lieutenant. He focused his hearing... must be about 10 meters or so down the hall from the sound of it. Footsteps were rapidly approaching; light ones at first followed by heavier ones running to catch up.

Soap's evidently, judging by the continuous shouted warnings. Fucking hell. Ghost felt his irritation rising at the notion of yet another intrusion into his space. Whoever was about to interrupt his alone time had better be on fire or something. That was about the only circumstance in which he could see himself being understanding.

Someone opened his door without knocking and caused the lieutenant to squint as light flooded his darkened room. But once he focused on the small figure in his room, clad in a dark hoodie and leggings, all annoyance faded into nervousness.

His heart began to race in his chest at her approach. Ohhh shit. Simon was not ready to face her yet after his rooftop fantasy... and here she was in his fucking room. Ghost tensed, braced for an intense ass-chewing as her little steps quickly brought her closer to him.

Without making eye contact or saying a single word, Sereza marched over to where the skull sat on his bed, plopped down next to him, kicked off her shoes, and leaned back against the wall just as he was.

Simon's eyebrows furrowed in a mix of amused bewilderment.

"...come in." he quipped.

Sereza didn't say a word or look his way. Her hand wriggled inside her pocket for a moment before a bottle of water was practically shoved in his face. Two days in this drab, sunless den of his without coming out even to eat was enough, and she had come to pry him out of his brooding spot no matter the cost. Gently, of course. If her theories about the lieutenant and what went on in that masked head were correct, then this called for a delicate approach.

"Hm," the skull grumbled, taking the water from her lest she shove it through his eye socket next. 

Only once she produced her own bottle and cracked it open did he reluctantly do the same. Thanks Love. Ghost bit the inside of his cheek in exasperation at his inability to say such a simple little phrase aloud. But the ever-present voice of his father screaming at him and mocking him wouldn't let Simon utter a sound. Something about him being pitiful and a sorry excuse for a kid or whatever it was.

Ghost tramped it back down, refusing to let the memories of his father ruin a moment with Sereza.

The next few minutes ticked by, and Ghost found his mood gradually improving. He stole another sideways glance over at the black hoodie at his side. "You're in my room," he grumbled half-heartedly. A small attempt to start a conversation.

"Smartass," she retorted without turning her face.

Simon chuckled at her response. Even cracked a small half-smile. She could be such fun to bicker with. "Why are you in my room?"

"A few reasons: First of all, you've been alone in this gloomy hidey-hole -"

"Hidey-hole??"

"- of yours for two days now. And secondly, because I wanted to." Scolding words but her tone told him there was no irritation behind them, only concern. The last one actually made him crack a tiny smile. She was here with him - in his room, on his bed - because she wanted to be where he was. Just as Price had said.

The two sat in comfortable (if somewhat awkward on his part) silence a while longer. Both lost in the thoughts and worlds that existed only in their heads.

"Were you mad at me?" Sereza finally asked in a quiet voice.

"What?" Ghost nearly croaked, surprised at her question.

"Well, you kinda took off all of a sudden, in a hurry, and..." her head turned in his direction a bit, though not enough to reveal her face, "And then you shut yourself in your room for two days. So... I started to think maybe I said or did something that made you mad."

That was unexpected, to say the least. If anyone was going to be mad, she should be mad at him. And probably would be if she ever found out about his fantasy... or had seen what it did to the front of his pants.

Simon felt guilty. He'd been in his... hidey-hole... over his mortification and shame over a fucking daydream (even if it was really hot) but in doing so he'd accidentally hurt the woman he loved by making her think he was angry with her. He silently cursed the way his mind worked for the umpteenth time before gathering his courage.

He brushed his knuckles delicately along the back of Sereza's hand. "No Sereza, I wasn't ever mad at you," his low baritone soothed, "My mind is... complicated... sometimes. I'm sorry I made you think I was angry with you."

"Why did you scurry off so quickly?"

Scurry?? Ghost had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the implication that he, of all people, scurried.

"I don't, uh, I don't always have a good explanation for what I do." Simon hoped that was enough of an answer. It was about as close to honest as he could get without telling her the entire truth. Something he was very much not ready to do. His hand kept rubbing hers as he tried to convey through his touch how much he regretted making her feel that way.

Finally Sereza acknowledged his attempt at an apology by returning the gesture. Simon's breath caught in his throat for a moment as her fingertips began lazily tracing the lines of his tattooed forearm. He found her touch both electrifying and relaxing. "Why have you been hiding in here all of this time?"

"Still don't have a good explanation... just had a lot on my mind," his gravelly voice mumbled as he kept his eyes focused on her fingers. Her hand looked so little compared to his large one. The touch of her fingers light and comforting against his skin. A sensation both precious and unfamiliar.

Ghost wished the rest of the night could be just like this moment.

Sereza seemed to accept that would be all he was willing to share for now and her attention turned to rummaging in her hoodie once more, producing a pencil and sketchbook. "Bloody hell Little one, how much shit do you have in there?"

 "Only the most important shit," she replied with a snarky tone, tossing her hood back and running a hand through her caramel waves. 

She flipped through the filled pages of her book. The drawings caught Simon's attention like they always did. A moose with giant antlers, bears, the river not far away, and faces of people from around the base - most of whom he didn't recognize - with random doodles and scribbles scattered throughout. All of them in astounding detail. The night's quiet filled his room again while he contentedly watched her pencil glide over the page in practiced strokes to create the outline of a face. Tiny scratching noises of graphite on paper were the only sound between them. The lieutenant was actually having a peaceful evening for once. Certainly a rare but not unwelcome change.

“You sketch a lot," he whispered, dark eyes fixed on her page.

“Can’t sleep a lot. What about you?”

“Barely fucking sleep,” Ghost grumbled.

There it is. An admission to what she had suspected. Sereza knew better than most others what dark thoughts could creep into a person's mind at night. They could torment you to the brink of insanity and drive you into the darkest holes the human mind could create. The kind that are only open to those who have experienced the worst that life can inflict on someone.

Her battles had made her able to recognize the signs of someone who was suffering through their own. Someone whose nightmares visited them both day and night without mercy.

Like the masked lieutenant beside her.

What exactly those nightmares were, she was unsure of. But it was clear they were ruthless in their assault. “It sucks that our minds can be so much more active at night, doesn’t it? Mine won’t shut the hell up most of the time," Sereza replied with clear annoyance and a subtle, calculating side-eye that Ghost didn't catch.

Simon hummed in both understanding and agreement before his expression took on a far-off look. A look recognizable to those who also fought against their own mind daily.

Sereza observed him discreetly. Wherever his mind was taking him was not going to be a good place. Sighing loudly, she repositioned herself, causing the mattress to move and allowing her knee to accidentally-on-purpose brush against Ghost's leg in a subtle attempt to get him grounded without drawing any attention.

The skull blinked as he snapped back to their reality. With a knowing grin, she resumed tracing his tattoo in order to keep him in the moment.

Hoping to keep his mind from wandering off again, Sereza started talking aloud. “When I can’t sleep I like going on a walk. I like how quiet it is at night and seeing the stars and aurora overhead. The sky is really pretty this far north where there aren't any city lights to ruin it..."

The Brit listened as she went on about the things she did on her sleepless nights and what she loved about life in the Arctic. Her voice was indescribably soothing. Simon had never been one for chit-chat but all of this, for some reason, felt like incredibly important information. Plus it was relaxing to listen as she chattered away. Hell, he could - and wanted to - listen to her all night long. And the next night and the one after that. All of the rest of his nights and days he could spend exactly like this.

"... but if it’s one of those nights where I don't sleep at all then I might sketch. Or read. What do you usually do?” Sereza asked as her little monologue wound down.

"Hm. Gym. Clean my guns..." he trailed off. That was what he used to do to try and keep his worst memories locked away at night, but it wasn't what he wanted to do anymore. He wanted, craved - desperately - more of this. The peaceful quiet, the tranquility, and connection that his evening had turned into the moment Sereza walked through his door. At no other time was Ghost able to experience any of these in his life. 

Only with her.

Simon took a deep breath to calm his nerves at what he was about to say next.

Gathering every ounce of his courage and bravery as he entwined his fingers with her slender ones -

"I... think about you."

"Me?!" Sereza almost squeaked, dropping her pencil. Wide eyes glued to him.

"Yeah," the skull admitted almost sheepishly, nerves making his accent thicker. Fucking hell... no going back now.

Hazel eyes tried to discern what was going on in that masked head. He was clearly on the cusp of saying something important, but he was also very obviously hesitant. "...I keep you awake?" She gave him her best fake-sad tone.

Simon nodded in response. "Yeah. You do. Quite a lot." He paused and held her hand tighter. He was right before about how little her hand was within his. "I sit for hours and think about you. Nonstop. Day and night. I think about you all the bloody time." His throat stung with the emotions he was forcing himself to admit to her. "At first I didn't understand what was going on and was fucking scared as hell by how intense my... feelings... for you were, but... before I knew it..." Ghost paused before finishing hurriedly, "You're on my mind all of the damn time. All I care about, all that I want."

"Ghost... are-are you-"

"I love you…," he confessed in a dejected whisper.  ("WHAT THE FUCK?! NO KID OF MINE IS GONNA BE SUCH A FUCKING PATHETIC LITTLE SHIT!! QUIT CRYING BEFORE I FUCKING MAKE YOU!!")

Once again, his father's voice filled his mind with hateful words. His eyes stung and his throat locked up.

("YOU THINK I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU? YOU THINK ANYONE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT YOU?! ALL YOU'VE BEEN GOOD FOR IS RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE  JUST LIKE YOU RUIN EVERYTHING ELSE! NO ONE WILL EVER FUCKING CARE ABOUT YOU AND IF THEY DO, YOU'LL RUIN THEIR FUCKING LIVES TOO!")

Horrible memories of yelling, screaming, violence, his mother pleading with his father to stop... all came crashing down and threatened to bury him.

He had to stop himself.

This was not the life he wanted to subject Sereza to. His past... the anxieties and trauma and nightmares... none of it should be something she should have to deal with. He would ruin her life. God he was fucked up and falling in love with someone was horrendously fucking selfish of him.

"But I can't. You have a future ahead of you... and I will ruin it." His gravelly voice heavy with the crushing weight of emotion. "You are so, so beautiful to me. So perfect. And deserve everything good in life. I will ruin you..."

The skull stood and turned his back to her, unable to stand the hurt it caused him to face her any longer.

"Ghost-"

The Brit cut her off, shaking his head, "Forget I said anything," he mumbled, refusing to turn around and roughly pulling the sleeve of his hoodie back down over his arm. 

"What if I said that I don't care that you're complicated?" Sereza asked, sliding her hand into his once more as she moved to stand in front of him.

He silently contemplated her words. Her proximity was making it increasingly difficult to keep his hands to himself. 

"I've killed people..." came a barely audible whisper.

"Who would have killed you. Or worse,” Sereza replied firmly.

"I've done horrible things."

"To survive,” she corrected. “I'm not afraid of who you've had to become in order to complete a mission and make it out alive."

"I'm... I'm not a good man... I will hurt you. And I don’t want to hurt you.”

Those dark eyes held more pain within them than she had seen in ages and it was breaking her heart. What has happened to you? How long have you suffered alone like this?  "I know exactly what soldiers like you are capable of, but I'm still here, aren't I? You won’t hurt me or scare me away, Ghost. I'm here now, I have been here, and I will still be here in the future... because I love you too."

Simon’s entire body tensed and he drew in a shaky breath at the sound of those words. You... you don't want me Love...

"Sereza..." Ghost shook his head. He'd wanted so fucking much to hear her say those words to him one day... but it only caused him more internal misery.

He believed, with his entire soul, that he was beyond loving. His father had made sure he was well aware of it when Simon was little and then there was his captivity in Mexico, the scars of which were carved into him. A permanent testament to his unworthiness.

He had to prove to her that he was not what she wanted.

Reaching up with a shaking hand, Ghost grabbed the top of his balaclava and pulled.

He could physically feel her gaze cutting into him as she took in his appearance. The numerous scars, the mop of sandy blond hair his father always said was hideous and messy, his nose had a bump in it and was a bit crooked from being broken multiple times. A face that so resembled his father's. How could the Brit not be convinced she was as repulsed by what she saw as he was? Surely she found fault in everything there was about him just like everyone else in his life always had. He took up too much space, was too sensitive, not man enough, loved his mother too much...  

His father had quite a lengthy list of everything wrong or bad about him and Simon had learned it well. 

Dark eyes locked onto the floor between them, unable to look at her disgusted expression. Cheeks and nose reddened as he fought to maintain control over his emotions.

Small hands reached up and tenderly cradled his scarred cheeks. "I love you... Simon Riley," Sereza murmured, tiptoeing to lightly kiss one of his scars near his chin.

The gesture and hearing her call him by his name made him crumble a bit on the inside and a single tear slid down his cheek where she wiped it away with her thumb.

Ghost risked a small glance at her. None of the revulsion or pity he feared seeing was anywhere on her face. Instead there was love. Acceptance. Comfort. Safety. All being offered to him freely and unconditionally. And Simon nearly shattered at the sight of it.

She leaned forward again and left another small peck on a scar at his jaw. Barely pulling away from him after and glancing up into the dark pools of his unblinking eyes before pulling his head down for a final kiss to the scar near his lower lip, causing him to release a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

Simon tilted his face further down and lightly brushed his lips across hers briefly. "...I love you," he whispered, his mouth hovering just above hers.

Sereza grinned as she tiptoed again to reach him and kissed his lips. Quick, but not lacking in loving affection whatsoever.

Dipping his head closer, he wrapped his arm around her back and threaded his fingers into the soft waves of her hair. "I love you Sereza." Their lips came together as Simon, at last, allowed himself to take his fill of her lush lips and embrace the woman he loved. Sereza's lips were every bit as soft as he'd imagined they were. And so sweet.

She hummed in delight, pressing closer to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. One hand sliding into his hair. 

“Stay tonight?” Simon asked after their long kiss finally wound down. “Not to- Just to sleep,” he quickly clarified.

A bright smile beamed up at him. “I’d like that.” Sereza left little kisses just under his jawline - about as high as she could reach if the Brit wasn't bending down for her.

Unable to resist, Simon pulled her up to him for a proper kiss. He then guided her to the bed where once under the covers he pulled her close against his chest, his cheek resting against her forehead. Little strands of her hair tickled his chin. Sereza squirmed beside him a bit as she got comfortable before she reacquired his tattooed arm.

“That feels nice,” Ghost softly admitted while he watched her fingers glide across his skin.

"Yeah?”

“Mhm. It’s gentle and your skin is soft. It’s... calming…” A yawn cut him off. His eyes heavy with sleep and the sensation of her fingertips only relaxed him further.

“Good. I’m glad,” Sereza quietly replied as she continued her tracing and snuggling closer to his large frame. “I love you Simon,” she whispered.

Ghost shut his eyes at the feeling her words stirred inside him. He lightly kissed her forehead. “I love you too.”

[sherlokiness]

So I went and googled the Inn at the Crossroads theory you were talking about and I could see it.👀 the biggest reason that convinced me was the parallel of Cat kidnapping Tyrion. Jaime wounded Ned while Brandon with his wolf blood asked the crown prince to come out and die. They got the reports and acted brashly which resulted in war between the families. Brandon probably didn't know that Rhaegar was protecting Lyanna from Aerys men which were also looking for the Knight of the Laughing tree that Aerys paranoia simply would not let go of.

This is the first time I've heard of Jonsa having two weddings and I very much welcome the idea. There are parallels between Jon with Jahaerys also Sansa with Alysanne so why not their weddings too?

Hi, anon. Thanks for the ask!

Yes, I think the timeline makes sense. Brandon was looking for Rhaegar in the Red Keep. He probably just heard the reports that his sister was involved in an altercation with the King's men only to end up with Rhaegar's. It looked like a kidnapping at first because Lyanna of course wouldn't be willing to go with Aerys' men. There was no time for an explanation for why she chose to go with Rhaegar in the end. Brandon doesn't know about the Knight of the Laughing Tree and why going with Rhaegar is safer. Then the war happened.

I've been on the fence about jonsa secret wedding bc of all the discussions about RL wedding and Jon's legitimacy. I just know that Jon and Sansa would be involved in secret weddings too but it can't work if people would refuse to acknowledge it. Jace and Sara wedding was only in Mushroom's tale too. No! Jonsa should stabilize the realm so a public wedding is the only one that will do. Then I recently encountered about Jaehaerys I and Alysanne having 2 weddings. This couple is famously in love. *light bulb moment* Why can't Jonsa have two weddings? GRRM already laid out a precedent. The 2nd one might also be when Jon and Sansa consummate the marriage cause Sansa is a little older.👀👀

A Daenerys dying because of such union also works as a parallel when you think about it? Past Daenerys died from the Shivers while Current Dany will die from being cold and alone. Daenerys dying will be the price they will have to pay for having such a wedding.Its not all sunshine and rainbows especially if Jon ends up kinslaying. Jon got a "white-hot knife" of pain in his leg from Ygritte's arrow while the other mention of that phrase was in the first book involving Timett One Eye using it to put out his own eye. So white hot knife, Jon, one eye, and betrayal. Sounds like a recipe for Jonsa. We also have to remember that Jon's betrayal was because he chose the one whose eyes he said he will "fall and drown" in. He would have been fucked if it weren't for Deus Ex Machina Summer- Bran's wolf. Isn't that the case for Jonsa? They'll be fucked if not for Bran. Be it for the RLJ reveal or giving Sansa's hand in marriage. Another reason I'm convinced of the connection between white hot knife and Jon is because of the White Knife in the series.

Someone called King Jon Stark built the Wolf's Den.

Pups, anon!!! Pups!!!! King Jon Stark having pups!

[vesora]

do you like living in greece? what’s it like there? i wonder because i’ve never been out of the us :)

hii!!

well i definitely am very attached to greece, my whole life is here so ill always love the country. i mean the outside world is usually fed with a romanticised view of greece, I had a person ask me once whether all the buildings are blue and white. i don't blame them tho, the islands like mykonos and santorini are what are advertised 😭

generally though there is a lot of graffiti everywhere (which I love), esp in the centre of Athens. an average day in the life of someone my age is usually going to uni then going out with friends after class for coffee (and cigs although I don't smoke). in the weekend it's usually going out for drinks or going clubbing. It has an amazing nightlife, perfect for people who want to have fun (but be safe ofc). in the summer most greek people go to islands or back to their village. greece is a very family-oriented country.

Athens is very used to tourists so the majority of people are nice and friendly. There are some racists though of course but you won't encounter them that much (but this differs from person to person). It's an extremely pretty country with rich history so you should definitely come when you have the chance!

If you ever wanna visit, these are some key words and phrases:

Good morning: Kali mera (καλημέρα)

Thank you: Efkharisto (ευχαριστώ)

How much does this cost?: Poso kosteezee? (Πόσο κοστίζει;)

I don't speak Greek: Den milao Ellinika (δεν μιλάω ελληνικά)

Hello: Ya sas but if it were to a friend or someone your age that you're familiar with, it would just be Ya (Γειά σας/Γειά)

I want help: Thelo voeetheea (θέλω βοήθεια)

[geekedoutbunny]

main three (askin, gerard, hime) with a witch s/o?!?!?!

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - The Witches Den

A witch lover huh? Interesting, interesting, let's see how they deal with a witch as a lover. THANK YOU!!! For sending in this request, I will try to bring this fic justice, hopefully, it's to your liking!!

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Gerard

He didn't mind that you were a witch, he in fact seen as a form of a new challenge, he figured that he could learn new tactics and maybe even a few new spells. He learned how to avoid your spells and potions when they were just lying around, he learned which flower had the most power for killing and for healing, he learned new words and phrases and he even got to learn how to read witch symbols.

He enjoyed watching you cook up a new potion or make a new magical cloth, he enjoyed helping sometimes in these day-to-day tasks. It was strange yet he liked it. He enjoyed your bizarre company and your even stranger plants and pets.

He liked your hobbies and he even tried to mimic them, but alas some things he just couldn't pick up on. He'd sulk when hed' fail a simple magic spell but you'd always remind him that not everyone could do certain spells. You taught him about tarot card reading and how to connect with your spiritual self.

He enjoyed trying to open his third eye, which was his greatest and best challenge yet. He liked watching you pick out a cute outfit, he liked the frills and the long clothes you liked to wear. He thought it looked hip and cool. He even started wearing a cape and sometimes even a cloak, he got made fun of for it, but he didn't care, it was cool to him and he loved it because he loved you.

He'd sometimes practice some of the spells he learned on the battlefield, it was a hit or miss at most, but at least he turned someone into a frog one time, and he actually got to keep them too! You didn't mind him bringing home pets, but not human or soul-turned-pets, that soul was the one and only exception since you didn't like them anyways.

He'd have you place a strength-enhancing spell on his armor so that it wouldn't break so fast in battle, and he'd have you enchant him with a protection spell, sealing it with a kiss. It was honestly just an excuse to get you to kiss him goodbye. He already felt that he was the strongest Quincy, so he didn't need protection, he just wanted your love.

All in all, life with a witch was entertaining and fun and he wouldn't have it any other way honestly.

Orihime

She didn't too much mind that you were a witch, it was cool and unique to her. She liked watching you place a spell on a magic potion, her mind going to all the evil witch villains in all the cartoons she has seen. She liked helping you pick herbs and roots for your next potion or just restocking them, it was like an adventure for some of them since Japan probably didn't have any, so sometimes you both had to leave the country, which was fun.

She's seen so many places and has learned so many languages too, sometimes you needed to travel to the realm of the dead to get a special root, dirt, dust, or just a plant. It was always a new adventure. She liked dressing up as a witch with you on the weekends, she would do it on weekdays but she had school and didn't always feel like changing clothes like that after school. But she always wanted to help with a new potion.

She even picked up on a few new spells from you too! Like levitation or teleportation, but she had an issue with more similar spells like light spells or just enchantments, but she still tried. She one time accidentally turned a girl into a cat, because they were bullying an underclassman, she wanted to stop them, but she didn't want to get into a fight, so she panicked and turned her into a cat, but she couldn't change her back, but that okay, because you did it for her.

The bully vanished after that, but not before she profusely apologized to the girl she bullied. Orihime became the school hero that day, but she didn't care about popularity. Sometimes she used some of her new spells in fights against hollows, it was a great aid and she didn't feel so weak and useless anymore!!

Rukia and Renji begged to become your students because they claimed that Orihime looked so cool doing those spells, so you took them in as your students, and they were surprisingly fast learners. They were your best students yet. Renji was the stronger of the two and his spells was even stronger than yours, making him your top successor. Rukia specialized in smaller spells like Orihime did. Ichigo called them both dumbasses but they always fended him off.

Orihime even introduced you to Soi Fon and you both immediately hit it off, she liked your spells and wanted to learn more about witchery. On the weekends you and Orihime would go stargazing and you'd have her call off all of the constellations that she could see, and sometimes you'll help her learn more about tarot reading and opening her third eye, but she picked up the Tarot Reading the best.

In the end, Orihime loved having a witch for a partner, she loved your uniqueness and how fun it was.

Askin

He immediately picked up on the witchery, since he was already into poisons and potions, he was a natural at it, and you both connected instantly. He liked you the moment he realized what you were and he just knew that he had to have you. You were his favorite person in this fucked up realm and he kept you close like gold.

You usually stayed home, cooking up a new potion that you needed to refill on, or trying to mimic the poison that he naturally made. His positions and potions were on a different level and you couldn't mimic it, you'd always get close but it was never the same. You and he would usually read books based on new potions, adding them to your own personal collections.

Askin liked the way you dressed, but he didn't care to mimic the way you dressed, it looked heavy and he needed to be as light as possible for his fighting style. But he did like the shoes and the frills, adding them to his wardrobe. He enjoyed learning how to turn others into animals. Jugram was the first on his list, but he could never get him. Jugram was just too fast and he always dodge him, but that's what happens when you always paired up together.

Jugram however got tired of Askin's bullshit, and he started seeking you out for private lessons, you refused at first, but he promised to go to get you the rarest of plants and roots for your potions. You almost called him a bluff until he actually turned up with a week's worth of plants and roots you have never seen before, and so, you took him in as your secret student.

So far, he was your favorite student compared to Askin, he was more polite and more patient than Askin, and he didn't see himself as high and mighty like Askin either. However, when Jugram was able to counterattack one of Askin surprise spells on him, Askin immediately questioned you on why Jugram knew a spell, but you'd just shrug.

Not wanting to stop the rare supplies that Jugram was getting you. You'd always ask him where he got them from, but he'd always say from a faraway realm where no one else can go except for him. In reality, he would just have Gremmy imagine a root or a plant, and have him give it to him.

When Askin wasn't trying to off Jugram, he'd be learning how to read constellations, he didn't know how to read stars, he had never seen the point of it. The stars never changed and they never left, but you told him that the stars could talk, he just had to learn how to read them. So far, he sucked at it. It was the only thing he really sucked at Since reading stars requires an actual thought process and not just pure instinct.

Askin liked watching you make a potion, just so that he can criticize you and talk shit from the back, annoying you to death. But it was also helpful since he actually pointed out a flaw you had, so it was bittersweet at most.

The relationship as a whole was a 5/5 with Askin. Half the time he was an asshole who knew what everything was, and how to do everything. And the other half of the time he was a sweetheart that was just trying to play his role in a universe he didn't know much about.

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[jakeperalta]

Is your bio based on the shatter me series? I feel like know that saying/quote.

For the list I'm pretty overwhelmed but let's say 》We're different puzzle pieces in the same puzzle 《

I love your blogs much! You post great and funny content!! 💖💖💖 #tumblrfamous

thank you! it's actually from the song "how dare you want more" by bleachers :)

the edges - catherine mcgrath

i didn't know any other way - bear's den

locksmith - sadie jean

muscle memory - kelsea ballerini

this is why i need you - jesse ruben

send me a word/phrase and I’ll make a short playlist based on it 🫶

[findstenicht]

15 questions for 5 mutuals

Rule: You have to answer truthfully and you have to tag 5 mutuals in your post.

I was tagged by @apoloniaspiegelgold, thank you!! <3

1. Are you named after anyone?

nope! although my dad used to claim that i was named after some slavic actress/model/wife-of-Some-Guy whose name i always forget

2. When was the last time you cried? Why?

the weekend before the last, just your average sunday afternoon mental breakdown

3. Do you believe in Soulmates? 

sort of, but also not really? i do believe that there are certain people who are supposed to be in your life at certain times but that doesnt necessarily mean "forever"

4. Do you drink liquor? 

rarely - im not opposed to it, i just dont often do things where there's alcohol involved

5. What do you usually daydream about?

listen. i have a very specific daydream universe that i always come back to but. you know how you sometimes read a story and can pretty much guess what's wrong with the author? describing my daydreams would be like that except you wouldnt have to guess at all, it'd be the most on-the-nose thing you've ever seen. might as well just post a list of everything that ever went wrong in my life and it'd be less embarrassing

6. First thing you notice about other people?

their voice!! (i mean obviously lots of times you see people before you hear them, but i dont really notice anything more specific than a general impression about appearances at first glance, yk?)

7. What's your favorite quote from a TV show/movie/book?

does a poem count? cause the only thing i can think of is "Es gibt keine Schuld. Es gibt nur den Ablauf der Zeit." from tucholsky's poem aus, which i havent stopped thinking about since i read it nine years ago (and for which i still havent found an english translation, sorry!)

8. Some of your pet peeves?

absolutely hate when people overexplain stuff to me that i know, that you could reasonably assume i know, and that i've told you i know. i know a lot of times people mean well (which is why i wont get actively mad at anyone), but if i already told you i know about something, you really dont have to explain it to me like it's brand new information. (looking at all the guys who heard about my field of study and then went on to describe the most basic sociological concepts to me)

9. Where’s the next place on your travel bucket list and why?

ireland!! i have no specific plans but i've wanted to go to ireland ever since i was a kid and saw the photos my parents took on their trip to ireland in the 90s

10. Where were you born? 

in a small town in northern germany :)

11. What are your hobbies?

nothing exciting tbh - video games, talking to friends, going for walks, and writing (<- i say, barely having written anything in months)

12. What's the best joke you've ever heard?

bold of you to assume i can remember jokes

13. What’s your love language? 

words of affirmation all the way - if i love you in any way, you will hear about it. thats both a threat and a promise.

14. Topics you never get tired of to talk about.

dragon age, what i'd vaguely describe as online media literacy, and social movements (especially far right movements, which i know sounds weird, but for some reason the FR became my main academic interest)

15. What would be the title if your life were a movie? 

not sure if it'd actually fit, but a couple years ago i scribbled down the phrase "the grand stupidity of the general state of things" and ive just been waiting to use that as a title for anything ever since; so yeah sure, why not, title for a movie about my life!

also im gonna cheat here and only tag @78669 (only if you want to ofc!!) bc i love my mutuals but never talk to them and i dont want to annoy them :( (obviously everyone feel free to just consider themselves tagged, if you want to do this!)