#the demands people make of your time and energy

[cosmeredyke]

“That is one of the great mistakes people make: assuming that someone who does menial work does not like thinking. Physical labor is great for the mind, as it leaves all kinds of time to consider the world. Other work, like accounting or scribing, demands little of the body—but siphons energy from the mind.

If you wish to become a storyteller, here is a hint: sell your labor, but not your mind. Give me ten hours a day scrubbing a deck, and oh the stories I could imagine. Give me ten hours adding sums, and all you’ll have me imagining at the end is a warm bed and a thought-free evening.”

Tress of the Emerald Sea

Folk, of the cosmere fandom, I have a question. Give me your favorite quotes that are NOT mainstream. I don't want to hear, "Honor is dead, but I will see what I can do", ideals, "the next step", "you will be warm again" etc. I need your niche lines from different books that stuck in your memory but don't get brought up enough in your opinion. Some of mine are:

You know, princess, the worst part about being a mercenary is living up to the stereotype (it's so good in context)

I was a demigod for millennia. Now … I stand in wet clothing, shivering. (Leshwi, WaT)

Never let something trivial like a sense of humor get in the way of a good joke (Yumi and the Nightmare Painter)

[ladies-of-fortune]

No, you don't look put together just because you got a manicure

I’m sorry, but it’s true. Getting a manicure is just a small detail that adds to the overall picture of your appearance. If you haven’t showered in days or are dressed in frumpy clothes, no set of nails in the world is going to save you.

So, what do people actually notice?

Your teeth – Are they clean, healthy, and in alignment?

Your clothes – Are they ironed, clean, and well-fitted?

Your hair – Is it brushed, clean, and styled?

Your posture – Do you stand up straight, or do you shrink like you’re trying to disappear?

Your scent – People might not notice your perfume, but they’ll definitely notice if you haven’t showered. Trust me, you don’t want that.

Your hands – Are they moisturized?

Your nails – If you’re not wearing polish, are they clean and tidy? If you are, is it chipped or growing out?

Your face – The condition of your skin and how your makeup (if any) sits on it.

These basic hygiene habits do more than just make you look presentable—they make you feel good about how you care for yourself and how you show up in the world.

Pick Your Battles Wisely

What I said earlier doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get your nails done—far from it! If it makes you happy and helps you feel put together, go for it. But if you’re aiming to project a polished image, you need to consider the maintenance certain stylistic choices demand.

Here are a few examples of high-maintenance choices:

Nails – Getting them done costs money, and regular upkeep is a must if you don’t want chips or breaks to ruin the look.

Hair dye – From covering roots to deep-conditioning, dye jobs require constant attention (and budgeting).

Lash treatments – Extensions look amazing, but they shed over time, requiring regular refills.

Perms – The maintenance depends on how different your natural hair is from the perm. For instance, straight perms on curly hair need way more upkeep.

Fake tanning – Whether you DIY or hit the salon, tans fade, streak, or patch, so maintenance is unavoidable.

All of these treatments have one thing in common: they demand time, money, or both. And if you cut corners, it often backfires, costing you more in the long run. This isn’t to discourage you—it’s to keep you aware of what you’re committing to if you want these to be part of your signature look.

Be High Maintenance to Be Low Maintenance

If you’re aiming for a polished, effortless appearance, the key is to reduce the effort you spend on one thing so you can redirect it elsewhere—like your nails!

Here’s what that looks like:

Laser hair removal – Yes, it’s a time and money investment up front, but it saves you from shaving or waxing constantly. In the long run, you get to throw on any outfit without worrying about hair.

Fitness – Regular workouts take effort, but staying in shape means fewer wardrobe changes due to fluctuating sizes and increased energy to live your life.

Healthy eating – It takes time and effort to plan meals and eat well, but nourishing your body gives you better skin, more energy, and improved focus to crush your goals.

Investing – You may sacrifice short-term spending for long-term growth, but watching your money compound over time is worth it.

Career grinding – The hustle now pays off later, giving you the freedom to enjoy life on your terms.

It’s About More Than Looks

At the end of the day, "looking put together" is about more than the surface-level details—it’s about the foundation you build through self-care, intentional choices, and consistency. When you take care of the basics, the extras (like a nice manicure) become the cherry on top, rather than a band-aid to cover bigger gaps. So, next time you’re striving for that polished look, remember: true glow-ups start from within, not just at the nail salon.

[caramelcleopatraa]

ALL UP IN YOU MIND

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x: ..... hey y'all (,,>﹏<,,) i'm back with sum short and sweet while I'm writing some other stuff. I hope you enjoy :) excuse any errors I didn't catch ~ Cleo

You tried to act like it doesn’t bother you, but every time you see him, your sexual frustration rises. You were bound to explode at some point.

Your body was damn near vibrating. Restraint was your closest acquaintance recently. You sat there and watched him as he accepted business call after strenuous business call. You knew yourself. It was impossible to be in the same space as your husband and not be magnetized to him from the jump. It’s not like it was the only thing you noticed about him. The countless days of work that he’s put in, the stress that comes with maintaining good at his job, especially one that was so demanding like wrestling, and the physical work that has taken a toll on him is something that a lot of people can't handle. You understood what he had to do to even have these moments so that he can come home and relax… well, semi-relax, because those business calls just seemed to keep coming. You never wanted to seem superficial and at the very least, only concerned with sex. But… fuck, sometimes when you saw him relaxing and lounging around the house, taking a shower, or taking care of business. The simplest things were your biggest triggers. You couldn’t count on less than two hands how many times you had gotten hot and bothered over him being stern over the phone, when negotiations were rocky. Seeing him in such concentration just sent you into an enticing spiral that was fun at times, but excruciating in many other situations. Those times when he came home and he wanted nothing more than sleep, or the quiet days of solitude after energy draining events. You found yourself dealing with a puddle between your legs, leading to those suspicious long showers. 

Roman was the best package deal you could’ve ever wished for. A mature man that preferred communication over assumption, paired with the face and body of a god, spoiled the ever living hell out of you, always made sure you were taken care of. Mentally, physically, and sexually. It’s like second nature for him, and he already does so much for you. So you figured you could just deal with yourself when you got too excited. But it started happening so often, you had to tell him. You needed him. Bad. As much as you tried not to burden him with your newly discovered and frankly annoying sex drive, you knew what he could do, how he could make that provocative ache subside. You daydreamed for hours about how euphoric it would feel once he finally put his hands on you. It pays to be selfless, but you wanted him to yourself just for the weekend. All yours, with no distractions. Just you and him.

That’s the position you just put yourself in. Such a conflict of interest. You had wished sometimes when he had heard your moans from inside the bathroom, due to you stopping trying to be quiet, that he would strip down to nothing and join you. But you knew when duty called, it was hard for him to get distracted when he had his mind concentrated on what he was doing.

You had daydreamed what it would be like if you teased him while he was working until he reached his breaking point. How he would never rush you, but be so impatient to take of your silk robe and sit you in his chair while he kneeled before you and ate you out like it was his first time tasting you, hands roaming your legs and up your torso and eventually grabbing your throat with both hands, still eating your pussy until you experience dizzying bliss. And after that, how easy it is for his dick to slip inside of you with his hands still around your neck while telling you how needy you are, and how he can’t wait to fuck your needy pussy. He’d damn near forget that he’s on a business call, unmuting himself to make some lackadaisical excuse as to why he couldn’t stay on, still snatching your soul with his strokes and eye contact that served as a nonverbal command to not make a fucking sound until they hung up. Your eyes would roll as you felt yourself closer to cumming as you worked circles on your clit, listening to his words that made you moan just on their own. 

“Lemme see that beautiful face while you cum all over this dick.”

“You can take that dick baby, don’t tell me what you can’t take.”

“That pussy too damn good baby, got me addicted to you.”

You had blinked your eyes numerous times to bring you out of your daydream, rubbing your temple and letting out a heavy sigh. ”You okay over there baby?”

“How long until you're finished with your phone call?” He points to his phone, laying face down on the desk next to him. “Just got off.”

Your body moved on its own, walking over to him and sitting on top of him with no hesitation, massaging his shoulders softly. “Good, because I really want you daddy. I can’t wait any longer.”

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[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing a "People-Pleasing" Character

People Pleaser - a caring person who prioritizes the approval of others over their own values and needs.

People pleasers feed off of the validation from others, often because of low self-esteem, self-worth, and self-love.

Fear of rejection and disappointing others can drive people-pleasing tendencies, which over time can make someone lose their sense of self and ability to tend to personal needs.

People-pleasing often happens amongst family members, friends, and work colleagues.

Signs of People-Pleasing

People-pleasing takes many forms and can negatively impact your life in various ways. Consider the following signs of people-pleasing:

Boundaries: People pleasers lack healthy boundaries and let others’ needs come first. This may manifest as text messages from coworkers to complete projects after working hours or continually accepting emotional abuse from others.

Burnout: A common side effect of people-pleasing is burnout. Always caring for the needs of others can adversely affect a people pleaser’s self-care routine.

Perfectionism: People pleasers are often perfectionists and worry about doing things perfectly not to upset those who hold power over them.

Time: People pleasers often have less free time. If you are a people pleaser, you may not have firm control of your life and schedule. Always pleasing others can impact the available time for yourself and loved ones.

How to Stop Being a People Pleaser

You can stop being a people pleaser while still being a nice person and a helping caregiver. Consider the following tips:

Chat with a therapist. Therapy can help you understand the root of your people-pleasing tendencies and offer a way to overcome these habits. Therapists are there to address your needs, so be honest and forward with what has been causing you stress, so they can adequately collaborate with you to improve your self-worth.

Grow comfortable with saying “no.” People pleasers often say yes to any requests, but that can come at a cost. Try saying “no” to some asks—you can simply say you do not have time or the energy to accomplish the request.

Have open discussions. If a coworker, friend, or family member is demanding too much of your time and resources, have an honest and open conversation with them. Explain how their needs are negatively impacting your own.

Set clear boundaries. Setting boundaries and scheduling time for yourself is an essential part of self-care. Having time where you get to relax and recharge invites you to be your best possible self.

Source ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[crescenthistory]

analyze regulus black sunshine reader? like reader is js such good friends with ppl and socializes sm? maybe he gets jealous over how close she is with people? like how does he bring it up to her? :)

hi there darling<3 i would love to! i have also already written several full-length fics about sunshine!reader with reggie, including "you occupy my every thought" (where reg doesn't understand reader's love for him) and "are you falling asleep on me?" (where reader spends late nights in the library with him), if you want to see more 🤞

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i will ANALYSE regulus black with a sunshine!reader

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: gn!reader, reg's mental health struggles

regulus had always used his cold demeanor, family reputation that preceded him and lack of social skills as a shield to protect himself

it's better to keep everyone away than to risk under- or overestimating anyone he chose to let in

he had a close knit group of friends in the rosier twins, barty and dorcas, and he told himself time and time again that he didn't want or need more

which is why you walking into his life and choosing him effortlessly was so disorientating and hard to swallow for him

someone who was considered lively, beautiful and pure like you had no place in regulus' orbit, he was certain of it

yet you just settled down like it was the most natural thing in the world

sunshine!reader who loves regulus not just despite every obstacle he has thrown up to keep you from doing so, but even specifically because of it

sunshine!reader who looks at him and sees him instead of looking past

sunshine!reader who is not just bubbly but emotionally intelligent and willing to hold space for regulus in that way he desperately needs but is unable to convey

everything that regulus thought it a given that people dislike in him, you adored -> his deadpan humour that most people found rude, you found hilarious, his quiet and reserved self that sirius always called boring, you found serenity in

and you were so painfully patient and kind with him, never demanding, just showing up and loving him in a way he thought impossible

how could he not fall for you?

it took him a long time to get used to the feeling, let alone act on it or speak it out loud

i believe most romances with regulus, especially from "unexpected" people, would have to start as friendships that he slowly builds up trust and comfort in

which any sunshine!reader would fully understand and encourage him in, making him all the more infatuated

i think regulus would view sunshine!reader as kind of holy, someone who can do no wrong and is perfect all the way through

so if you were to ever reference or communicate any insecurity about being too much, too loud, too bubbly, etc. he would be just so thoroughly confused

i think he might not even understand what you're trying to say until a while later

at which point he would approach you and be like "hold up, what?"

which hits even more if this happens pre-relationship while he's still getting comfortable with you, but his reaction just couldn't be contained

it was simply unheard of to regulus that you view yourself as anything short of perfect

similarly, if anyone made jokes at your expense, he would wield every bit of his harsh facade and reputation that precedes him to ensure it doesn't happen again

barty and evan understand from pretty much the first week of your friendship that you are not to be messed with, and they respect both you and regulus for it

they need to tease someone though, so instead they focus all their energy on how lovesick regulus is becoming

when it comes to jealousy, i think regulus would be more jealous of what sunshine!reader can do than who they're with

it seems to him that everything is easy to you, that it just comes naturally to you to be such a kind individual

i believe his love for you would be permanently settled when he comes to understand that it's not easy for you, but that you do it anyway; it's not natural, it's hard fought for

yet, as he goes on his own healing journey, a part of him would be so envious to hear you navigate through difficult feelings with kindness and logic or see you get on so openly with those around you

he would be so glad you are able to do that and that you get to be completely surrounded by love – he just longs for it for himself

i think he would also be jealous of your friends for being able to match your energy so well

there would be many many conversations where regulus goes "you deserve better" and you go "but i want you"

seeing you and sirius shoot banter back and forth like it's nothing or see you run up to braid lily's hair at a moment's notice would both heal and break something in regulus

he's once again confronted with everything he could be, feels like maybe he should be, but can't

because regulus' personality, no matter how healed he is, is never super outgoing and sunshine-y – when he's with close friends, he is much more lively and filled with banter and jokes and even some physical affection. but it's never the same as your friends.

he wonders if he should be more

you keep showing him every day that he doesn't need to be, that you love him because he's him; he doesn't need to change for you

when he becomes more comfortable in your relationship, his ideal time of voicing any such feelings would be at night in bed

with the lights turned off and his face buried in your skin somewhere, he feels safe enough to be vulnerable with you

you'll drag your fingers through his hair and talk him down every time

the best part of being with regulus is getting to love him through the healing process and see him separate his personality from his coping mechanisms and fully blossom

i think it would be a bumpy ride, but what he needs throughout it all is a rock

his sunshine!reader

i also believe he would call sunshine!reader for sun related nicknames, particularly in french (soleil anyone?)

[biblical-chronicles]

Truth or dare

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where a silly game leads to summat more.

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The party was already in full swing by the time you found yourself sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, nursing your drink.

You’d been to enough of these parties to know how they went: drinks, banter, and eventually, someone suggesting a stupid game. This time was no different. A small group had gathered on the floor, and someone—probably Liam—had rallied everyone into playing truth or dare. You’d protested at first, laughing about how ridiculous it was, but you got pulled in nonetheless.

Noel was already there, seated across the circle from you with a drink in his hand. You tried not to look at him too much, not wanting to make it obvious how aware you were of him, but it wasn’t easy. You two had been sort of silently pining after each other for ages now, neither of you brave enough to address it.

The dares started off harmless, someone had to down their drink, someone else had to jump in the pool. But as the alcohol flowed, the they became bolder, the laughs louder. You were on your second round when it was Liam’s turn, and from the wicked glint in his eye, you should’ve known he was about to stir the pot.

“Alright,” Liam drawled, his gaze sweeping the circle before landing on you. “I dare you… to kiss Noel.”

The room erupted into laughter and cheers, the kind that only comes when people are both tipsy and far too invested in someone else’s business. Your stomach dropped, and you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

“Oh, come on, Liam.” you started, your voice laced with nervous laughter.

But he just held up a hand, grinning. “No backing out, love. Rules are rules.”

You dared a glance at Noel. He looked stunned for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to gauge how serious Liam was.

“Alright then.” Noel said, his voice casual but his gaze unreadable.

You swallowed, your heart pounding in your chest as you shifted onto your knees and leaned forward. The room seemed to hush, everyone leaning in, watching. Noel met you halfway, and for a moment, time seemed to slow.

The kiss itself was brief, almost tentative. His lips were soft against yours, and for a fleeting second, it felt like the rest of the world had fallen away.

The circle erupted into cheers and whistles, breaking the strange stillness that had settled between you. Noel leaned back into his place, his expression carefully blank, though his fingers tightened ever so slightly around his drink. You tried to laugh along with everyone else, but your heart was still racing, and you couldn’t help but glance at him again.

He didn’t look at you.

The game went on, the energy in the room shifting back to its usual chaos, but something had changed. You could feel it, even if no one else seemed to notice.

In the aftermath of the party, you couldn’t shake the memory of that kiss. It had been brief, meaningless on the surface, but it lingered in the back of your mind. And what lingered even more was Noel’s behavior afterward.

He’d always been somewhat reserved, but now he seemed downright distant. You noticed it the next time the group got together—how he avoided your gaze, how he seemed quieter than usual when you were around. At first, you told yourself it was just in your head. Maybe you were overthinking things.

But as the days went on, it became harder to ignore. Every interaction felt strained, his usual quick wit dulled, his jokes aimed at others instead of you. It stung, though you didn’t want to admit it.

You wanted to confront him, to demand to know what his problem was, but you held back. You didn’t want to make it worse, didn’t want to risk pushing him further away. And, most importantly, you didn’t want to seem like you were making a big deal out of something so small. After all, it was just a dare.

But still, it gnawed at you. The distance, the awkwardness—it didn’t make sense. You missed the way things used to be, missed the ease and comfort that had always been there before.

Sunday rolled around, and you stood at Noel’s door, forcing yourself to take a steadying breath before you knocked. It had always been your day with Noel. It was a tradition that started months ago, something about him teaching you a few chords on the guitar, though half the time you never got much playing done. The afternoons would spiral into jokes, stories, and laughter until the sun dipped below the horizon.

You didn’t know what you were walking into, whether he’d be normal again, or if this strange version of him would persist. Either way, you couldn’t let it go on like this.

When he opened the door, his expression was quite unreadable. “Alright.” he said, stepping aside to let you in.

“Alright.” you replied, your voice a little softer than usual.

The air felt heavy as you walked in. The usual warmth of the flat was overshadowed by an awkwardness you couldn’t ignore. The guitar was already propped up in its usual spot in the living room, but when you sat down, Noel didn’t pick it up right away. Instead, he hovered near the edge of the couch, fiddling with his fingers in silence.

You tried to make conversation, to bridge the gap, but everything felt forced. He wasn’t giving you much to work with, just short, clipped answers that only frustrated you more. By the time an hour had passed, you were done pretending everything was fine.

“Noel,” you said, setting the guitar down with more force than you intended. “What the hell is going on?”

He glanced up at you, his brows furrowing. “What d’you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” you shot back, your voice sharper than you intended. “You’ve been acting weird all week. And now, today—you’re not even trying to pretend everything’s fine. Did I do something? Because if I did, just tell me, yeah? This... whatever this is, it’s doing me head in.”

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “You didn’t do owt.” he muttered.

“Then what is it?” you pressed, your frustration bubbling to the surface. “Because you kissed me, Noel. You kissed me, and now you’re acting like I don’t exist. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?”

His head snapped up at your words, his eyes locking onto yours. “I didn’t plan for it to happen, alright?” he said, his voice low and almost defensive. “It was a dare for fuck's sake. I didn’t think—I just... I wasn’t thinking.”

“Yeah, I gathered that,” you said bitterly, folding your arms across your chest. “But you’ve had plenty of time to think about it since then, haven’t you? And instead of just saying something, you’ve been avoiding me like I’ve got the plague.”

“I’m not avoiding you.” he said, though the way he avoided your gaze said otherwise.

“Yes, you are,” you snapped. “And it’s not fair, Noel. It’s not fair to me, and it’s not fair to us, because now I’m sat here wondering if I’m the only one who felt anything at all.”

That seemed to catch him off guard. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He looked stunned, his brows drawing together as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right.

“I like you, Noel,” you said, your voice trembling slightly but firm. “I’ve liked you for ages. And if you don’t feel the same, fine. Just tell me, and I’ll leave you alone. But don’t sit here and act like nowt happened when it clearly did.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.

“You... like me?” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” you said, exasperated. “How dense are you?”

His eyes searched yours, something softening in his expression. “I—bloody hell, I feel the same,” he admitted, his voice quiet but steady. “I didn’t know what to do about it, alright? I didn’t want to muck this up—or scare you off. I thought I’d bottled it.”

Hearing those words made your breath catch in your throat. All the frustration and confusion melted away, replaced by something warmer.

“You absolute idiot.” you murmured, stepping closer to him.

And then, without giving him a chance to respond, you grabbed the front of his jumper and crashed your lips against his.

Noel stumbled slightly, caught off guard but quickly recovering as his hands flew to your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips moved against yours, rough and desperate. His stubble scratched against your skin, but you didn’t care. If anything, it made the moment feel more real.

Your hands fisted in his jumper, pulling him even closer. He groaned softly into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you and sending shivers down your spine. His lips parted, and your tongues quickly met.

The kiss grew somehow sloppier, the sound of it filling the small room as you both lost yourselves in each other. His tongue slid against yours, hot and insistent, and you felt a soft, involuntary whimper escape you. He didn’t miss it, his hands tightened on your waist, fingers digging into your hips as he kissed you deeper.

You broke away briefly, gasping for air, your chest rising and falling against his. His forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm and ragged against your lips. “Fuckin’ hell.” he murmured, his voice low and breathless.

You didn’t respond. Instead, you surged forward again, your mouth capturing his once more, your teeth grazing his bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth. He moaned, his hands sliding up your sides, his thumbs brushing against the fabric of your shirt, just barely grazing the skin underneath.

When you finally pulled away again, you were both panting, your breaths mingling in the small space between you. His lips were red and swollen, glistening with spit, and you were certain yours looked the same.

You swallowed, your hands still clutching the front of his jumper, and managed a shaky laugh. “So, that happened.” you said, your voice breathless and slightly hoarse.

Noel’s lips twitched into a crooked smile, his eyes locked onto yours like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. “Yeah.”

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oh how cute are they ?? I quite like cliché requests like that as well

hope you lot liked it, love ya all xx

[konigsfavgirl]

꒰ Foods that König would despise with his whole heart, no offense ꒱

Boiled Eggs: The smell of boiled eggs alone is enough to make König lose his appetite. He’d pinch his nose and avoid them at all costs. If someone ate one near him, he’d discreetly step back, not trying to offend the person eating it. He prefers his eggs scrambled.

Fruit Yogurt: While he doesn’t mind plain yogurt, the artificial fruit chunks in flavored varieties make him gag. He never understood the hype of that. Small chops of frut, flopped in that yogurt and all of that packed in a small cup. Disgusting...

Pineapple on Pizza: While he loves pizza and exotic fruts, the idea of pineapple as a topping is sacrilegious to him. The sweet and savory combo is too strange for his taste. If he orders pizza, he sticks to the classic, cheese, ham, tomatoe sauce...

Spaghetti with Ketchup: Another combo which doesn't make any sence to him. This dish, often served as a cheap meal, horrifies him. He thinks it’s a complete disrespect to pasta. “Where is the real sauce?!” he’d demand, looking genuinely offended like a real Italian.

Coffee: Despite his need for energy, König absolutely hates coffee. He’s tried to like it, but the bitterness always makes him grimace. He’ll politely decline every time someone offers it, opting for tea or water instead. If you drink coffee, he’ll side-eye your cup but kept quiet. Very polite...

Pickles: The texture and tangy flavor of pickles make his stomach churn. Just the sight of them sitting on a burger would make him wrinkle his nose. He’d carefully remove them and push them aside with a slightly disgusted face expression hidden behind his mask.

Mayonnaise: The texture and richness of mayonnaise make him feel queasy. He avoids it entirely, and the sight of it slathered on sandwiches makes him silently question people’s tastes. He would rather eat his sandwiches dry, than with mayonnaise ꒰I love mayonnaise btw :3꒱

Milkshakes: König can’t handle how heavy and overly sweet milkshakes are. The combination of creaminess and sugar makes him nauseous after a few sips, maybe even a stomach ache.

꒰ I'm going to run out of the ideas for my headcanons soon, so maybe stop by and drop an idea or two in my request box? I would love to wishful my readers wants :3 ꒱

[sai-int]

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SEVEN YEARS AGO

The roar of the helo blades finally faded, giving way to the raw energy of Pierpoint Ave. Snowflakes tumble lazily, clinging to your hair and disappearing in the warmth of your skin, but the night was anything but still. The sharp bite of the winter air mixed with the faint tang of motor oil and sea-foam from the docks just a few blocks away. Around you, the street is alive—a messy, vibrant blur of voices and movement.

People spill in and out of crowded bars, bundled in coats, their laughter cutting through the cold. A group of friends lean against a brick wall under a flickering neon beer sign, their chatter punctuated by the clink of bottles. Music pours out of open doorways, each beat blending with the next in a chaotic rhythm that makes the street hum. The wet pavement shimmers under the streetlights, catching the kaleidoscope of flashing signs advertising cheap shots, happy hours, and live music.

You sidestep a stumbling couple, their arms around each other as they hail a cab, and catch the smell of Halal food from a vendor, wafting through the sea breeze. This was Pierpoint after dark—a rowdy stretch of bars, neon, and noise that somehow made the February cold bearable. It’s a world away from the places you’d been, but it feels real, familiar, and grounding in its own chaotic way.

��Oi, did ye lot see th' look on tha' bastard's face when I dropped through th' skylight? Shittin' his briefs, I tell ye!” Johnny's voice rings out, his laughter loud and unabashed as he claps Kyle on the shoulder. Anybody who didn't know him might've thought he was already drunk.. 

You step over a broken curb as you walk alongside the group, the crunch of gravel and leftover snow from last week’s storm crackling under your boots. The air around you still carries a tang of gunpowder, mingling with the fading buzz of adrenaline.

“The bastard you nearly squashed?” Kyle shoots back, his smirk almost audible even before you turn your head. “Could’ve sworn I saw your life flash before your eyes, mate.”

“Flash o' brilliance, more like,” Johnny counters, undeterred, his grin illuminated in the passing orange glow of a neon sign.

“Flash of stupidity, more like,” Simon deadpans through the chatter from behind the group. You chuckle and glance over your shoulder, only his dark eyes visible under his hood and balaclava. They briefly catch yours before looking elsewhere.

“Aw, come off it, L.T. Ye were impressed, admit it!” Johnny’s grin stretches wider, brimming with mischief as he sluings an arm around Simon's shoulders. The reaction was immediate—a subtle stiffening in Simon's posture, like a cat bristling at a belly rub. But after a second he relents, his shoulders loosening just enough to let the Scot hang off him.

The sign emerges through the swirling snow, its weathered letters illuminated by flickering neon, painting uneven pools of red across the street. Tether and Tide. Second home of the Task Force and the de facto welcome wagon each time you all came home from an Op alive. The familiar scent of stale beer, fried food, and the faintest hint of cigarette smoke reached you. The near erotic twang of an electric guitar filtered out each time the door swung open and shut, carried by the laughter of drunken strangers coming and going. 

“Oi, enough chatter,” Price speaks over his shoulder, his voice like distant thunder—low, calm, and steady. The way it carries makes you straighten unconsciously, demanding your attention even off duty. “First round’s on me—so long as I don’t hear about that damn skylight again.”

With a chuckle and a shake of your head, you step ahead of the group, your boots scuffing against the uneven pavement, and approach the door. The chill of the metal handle bites into your palm, a stark contrast to the warmth that spills out as you tug the door open. The honey-golden glow of the interior stretches toward you like a warm blanket.

Simon steps through first, his broad shoulders brushing the frame as he moves with quiet confidence. Johnny and Kyle follow close behind, their banter carrying on, though their voices dipping briefly as they disappear into the bar.

You linger at the threshold, waiting for Price to follow the others. His hand brushes lightly against your mid-back—a subtle, fleeting touch that stops you. “Go on,” he hums, his voice quieter, carrying an unexpected gentleness. He holds the door open for you, his steady gaze locking with yours for just a moment longer than appropriate. There was a calm assurance in his blue eyes, but beneath it lingers something that makes your chest tighten and your breath catch.

“Thanks, Sir,” you say, the words slip out softer than you mean, almost a whisper. A brief smile pulls at the corner of his lips, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he gazes at you. Without another word, you step through the door and he follows close behind, letting it swing shut behind him with a quiet creak.

The familiarity of Tether and Tide is accompanied by the buzz of conversation and sticky floors, a jukebox in the corner crackles a bluesy tune that sounds like it’s been playing since the place opened decades ago.

You scan the small joint, Simon, Johnny, and Kyle already claimed the usual spot—the worn booth in the back corner with its clear view of the room and an easy path to the exit. Price steps beside you and nods toward it, the faint scent of a Montecristo he'd smoked on the flight back home wafting to your nose.

You slide into the booth first, the familiar, worn leather creaks softly as you sink into the corner, the seat feeling like it was molded to you. The faint scent of cigars and leather comes from the seats, a comforting reminder of all the times you’d spent here before. Price slides in beside you, the space tight but still comfortable. His broad shoulders brush against yours, It stirs something warm in your chest, a flutter you quickly push aside. Johnny’s already brightening up the corner of the dingy bar.

“Alright, alright. Tae makeup fer my blabbin', first round’s on me. Save th' Captain some cash,” Johnny announces, puffing his chest dramatically as he shrugs off his coat, the fabric damp from the flurry outside, droplets glistening under the dim light as he drapes it over the back of the booth chair.

“Just make sure you don’t blow the tab on one of your fancy cocktails,” Kyle mumbles, brushing flakes of snow from his own jacket as he drapes it alongside Johnny’s.

Johnny turns, clutching his chest like he’s been stabbed. “Fancy?? Pint o' lager, plain an' simple. Dinnae be cheeky-”

“You? Plain and simple?” you interrupt, shooting him a teasing, pointed look. The corner of your mouth twitches in a half-smile, and the warmth of the bar begins to seep into your limbs, chasing away the chill.

Your usual waiter, Jared, came and went. Soon enough, he came back with a tray of drinks and distributed them across the table. With the first sips, the tension of the mission evaporated. Johnny was—once again—gesturing wildly as he described some escapade from his training days. In your tipsy haze, you kept egging him on, while Simon offered the occasional deadpan quip. 

John was always quieter than the rest, his presence felt more than heard. His arm is draped casually behind you, fingers resting just over the back of the booth as if he’s staking his claim in the space. His beanie sits low on his head, casting his face in shadow as he sips his two-fingers of Red Label with a quiet ease, the amber liquid catching the light.

The waiter comes back, setting down rounds two and three with a practiced ease. Johnny, as usual, knocks back pints like it’s second nature. Your drink crawls down your throat with a slow burn, and by the time you finished your second, you were feeling it—a little light-headed and looser than before.

You glance over at Price, who hadn’t said much since you all sat down. But the soft smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth and the occasional laugh that slipped out at one of Simon’s jokes tells you he’s starting to settle in too. He seems lighter, like the weight of the world was a little less heavy here.

You could feel his gaze on you now and then, a subtle burn against your skin. Each time you turned to meet it, though, he’d casually look away, his expression neutral but definitely guarded

You see it in the way his jaw clenches as he takes a slow sip from his glass—the wince as the whiskey burns down his throat. You see it in the way his throat clears after the fact, the way his posture shifts, or how the grip on his glass tightens. 

The others begin drifting off, the night winds down as the laughter and conversation starts to lose their momentum to inebriation. Simon was the first to take leave. With a slight nod and a quiet murmur of farewell, he stood, gave you and John a glance, and disappeared into the night without another word. 

It was only another half hour before Kyle was up, rubbing his face with a groan. He slaps Johnny on the back as he yaps something incomprehensibly Scottish. Kyle throws a look in John’s direction.

“I’ll take him home,” Kyle sighs, trying to get Johnny up.

“A'm perfectly braw! straecht! nae blootert at a', see! Juist yin mair pint….” Johnny mumbles, his words slurring together in a mess of just... Scottish.

“Johnny, what the fuck did you just say?,” You squint, trying to untangle the sounds. For a moment, you think you have it, but with a huff and a drink, you give up. It might as well have been a different language.

“Ah, c'moan!” he protests, gesturing wildly with a half empty pint in hand. “A'm no’ that hard tae unnerstaun’, aye?”

“Come on, man, you’re right pissed,” Kyle says as he hooks an arm under Johnny’s shoulder to steady him. He sways dramatically, grinning like a fool, but doesn’t argue.

Kyle casts a glance back at you and Price, his expression is somewhere between amused and exasperated. “You two good here?” he questions, tilting his head toward the door.

Your eyes dart between him and Kyle, John snorts. “We’ll be fine. Get him home before he starts singing.”

You chuckle, looking at Johnny. “Too late for that.”

He hums something unintelligible, already halfway to bursting into song as Kyle hauls him out of the bar. With one last look, Kyle nods his farewell before leaving the bar, the sound of Johnny's voice fades as the door swings shut behind them.

With the last of the team gone, the table feels hollow. It’s just you and Price as the bar settles into the background. You take a measured sip of your drink, the warmth spreading through your chest, whilst Price drains the last of his whiskey in a single, practiced motion. He catches the waiter’s attention with a subtle lift of his hand, signaling for another. His movements are unhurried.

For a bit, neither of you speak. He shifts in the booth and relaxes further, but the space between you still feels unsteady, like winds ruffling sails before a storm.

“Good mission,” he says as Jared the Waiter wordlessly brings Price's second round.

You nod, toying with the rim of your glass. “Good team.”

His gaze shifts and lingers on you for a moment, “They look up to you, you know.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Captain,” you jest, shaking your head.

“John," he starts, "call me John when it's just us, love.” his eyes flicking to you over the rim of his glass. Everything about him presses against your chest like a weight. The air changed in that moment, a subtle shift that made everything feel a little sharper. He sent his glass down, leaving yet another ring of condensation. “You keep them steady.”

His gaze pins you in place. There was no humor in his eyes, no armor—just him. Pure genuinity of which you've never seen from him—not often fortunate enough to be on the receiving end of such rare praise. It hits you like a blow to the liver, breathless. You can’t handle the weight of his stare, so you deflect, turning away with a smile curling at the corner of your lips and a Gallic shrug. “That’s your job, John.”

He smirks, feeling sparks in his heart just listening to the way the syllables of his name twist and mould and fall from your lips. He tilts his head, watching you as you try to pull away. The drinks have gotten to his head, but there was no stopping John Price when he set his sights on something. “And… You make it damn easy,” he replies, his voice soft but steady, like he means it.

The easy camaraderie between boss and subordinate quickly gives way to something heavier. He shifts to face you completely, his forearm rests on the table, his posture open yet purposeful. His gaze lingers, studying you like he’s trying to decipher a code only you hold.

“You know,” he squints like he’s peeling back layers, his voice lowering with a playful edge, “you clean up nice for someone who just stormed a compound not eight hours ago.”

You turn back to him with a raised eyebrow, fighting the smile that threatens to break through. “Are you sweet-talking me?”

His lips twitch into a dopey, lopsided grin. “Is it working?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’ve been called worse.”

Something flickers in his eyes, soft, unguarded, like he was letting you see a part of him he usually kept hidden. Maybe it was the whiskey, or maybe it was the way the night had slowed around you, but you caught yourself wondering what it might feel like to let his warmth draw you in, to stop pretending the line wasn’t rapidly greying.

You didn’t realize you were staring until his voice cut through the quiet, low and teasing, with a hint of unmistakable confidence that’s been catching you off-guard in record numbers.

“Careful,” he warns, his gaze steady on yours, the faintest smirk plays at the corners of his lips. “Keep looking at me like that, and I might start wondering if you’re after more than just drinks.”

You lean closer to him, deciding to toe the line. If he wants to play dirty, you’re ready to take a foul. “And if I am?”

His smile widened, the challenge in his eyes unmistakable. "Guess we’ll see."

He took a sip of his drink as you did yours, the cool, bitter liquid offering a brief reprieve from the tension. His hand inches over from where it rests on the booth to brush your shoulder. The gentle circles he traces with the pads of his fingers are light, almost absentminded, but they send a shiver down your spine. “You’re a tough one to read,” he cocks his head, “always have been. Thought a few drinks might loosen you up.”

You roll your eyes, but your tone carries the faintest hint of a smile, betraying the amusement you try to hide. “A few drinks won’t have me spilling any secrets, John.”

His fingers travel to the back of your neck like he’s just waiting for the order to pull you into him, circling and kneading. His eyes drop to your lips for a second before he adjusts, his blue eyes heavy on you. “That right?” he hums, mischief threading his tone. “Been known to keep a few myself.”

Your heart thrums in your ears. There’s an edge to his words, but you know one thing for certain: John Price had a way of weaseling into your mind and turning it into mush.

“Keeping secrets?” you repeat, a small, teasing smile tugging at your lips. “Sounds risky.”

He shrugs, his fingers grazing the edge of his glass, his smirk curls up like he knows exactly what it’s doing to you. “Everything is risky.”

It does do something to you, something you hate, but can’t fight. You feel the heat build, the temptation to close the space between you and swallow it whole. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, fighting the pull, the urge to let it happen.

“Are you always this forward?” you ask, your voice low and full of curiosity. You lean in slightly, giving into him. A part of you wonders just how far he'll push this—if he wants it as bad as you did.

John’s eyes glint. “Only with the ones who can keep up,” he says, the words thick with meaning, He treads closer, lowering his voice, as if daring you to take the bait. “I know you can, can’t you, doll?”

That was the line, wasn’t it? “I'll have to prove it, won’t I?”

John doesn’t respond at first, he just looks at you like he’s savoring the moment. You can feel the weight of it, the quiet way he lets you know that, in this space, you have him just as much as he has you.

You hesitate for just a second, the weight of the decision grips you like a vice. But then, he inches, meeting you halfway—a silent offer, an unspoken agreement. His gaze flicks from your eyes to your lips, and you sucked in a breath, not expecting the scent of him to fill your lungs.

"I'm sure," you nodded.

And then, before you can second-guess yourself, before hesitation has a chance to creep in, his hand drifts to the nape of your neck. His fingers weave gently through the soft strands of your hair, his touch deliberate yet unhurried. A shiver courses through you, and you exhale, a quiet sigh escaping before you can stop it.

His gaze drops to your lips, his eyes darkening with something unspoken. The warmth of his breath brushes against your skin, the space between you impossibly small. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, the sound carrying a weight that makes your heart skip a beat.

John inches until his mustache tickles yours like a spark threatening to catch fire. His breath mingles with yours, hot and uneven, a tantalizing promise of more. A thing neither of you dare to admit aloud, yet it pulses there, ready to explode if you let it.

You press your lips to his, a low groan escaping him as he savored the feel of you, the taste of you, something sweet, like something he’d been craving for far too long. He immediately pulls you in, flashes of heat lasting long enough to leave you gasping, your heart thundering in your chest. 

It ends too soon. He pulls away, but the rush lingers, a whirl of desire that neither of you were prepared for. He can still taste you on his tongue, and fuck, no amount of whiskey could wash that away. It clings to him, marking him, and he can't decide if that made him want more or to pull away entirely.

His lips remain just a breath away from yours, his gaze dark and knowing. His voice drops. “Maybe we shouldn’t,” he murmured, his thumb gliding over your cheek, deliberately slow. “But I know you’ve been wanting this. You think I don’t notice the way you watch me?”

Your eyes flick to his, voice sharp with need. “You think I didn't notice how you couldn't keep your eyes off me earlier?”

His lips brush against yours, just barely, and he smirks. “Don't lie 'n say you don't get off on it, dove.”

He might as well have thrown the line on top of a pinless grenade. Your hand found its way into his cropped hair, tugging him closer as he leans in, pushing you so far back in the booth that your back hits the wall with a jolt. 

The kiss deepens, all teeth and tongue, spit dribbling with the taste of liquor mingling on each other's tongue. His fingers dig into you, pulling you closer, like he can’t get enough. His rough beard scrapes your cheeks, the burn of it only adding to the heat surging through you. John’s grip is brutally tight, his paws on your hips and thighs, your neck and tits—everything about him claims you. 

He’s anchored on you, holding you, searing his touch into your skin and leaving you breathless, ruined for anyone else. Nothing else existed—just you and him, pressed against the wall of a worn-down booth in the corner of Tether and Tide, snowflakes fluttering against the window pane. Every inch of him is branded into you so you’ll never be able to forget the feel of him. 

And you wouldn’t

[bloomzone]

2025 : #15 questions inbox ! part 1

✒️.hi sparkles ! Today’s blog is all about answering y'all questions I’ve been reading through everything in my inbox maybe u will found an answer of a question u had in ur mind here ? Let's start !

Q1 : when I'm in a bad mode or maybe just bored idk how to make it clear but my mood is always the one who controls my actions ? How to stop this ?

Answer : the rule is Never ever EVER let your mood dictate what you do , u have to take action first because movement changes your mood. For example u want to be fit u need to exercise and workout several times in the week then u will feel amazing u will feel incredible cuz u take that one step or if u want to get good grades u need to study daily then u will feel productive and happy cuz u know the action of "studying" will improve ur grades and ur knowledge etc and it will lead u to your goals So Act like the person you want to become And when u start taking those actions and you start moving in the direction of your dreams and the things that you want and deserve in life your mood will follow trust me

Q2 :help how to stop overthinking about what people around me think about me

Answer : Stop worrying about what other people think and let them think what they want. You cannot control what another person thinks about you U CAN'T( this is a point that a lot of ppl need to understand )so how about you focus on what you think about yourself and let them have a negative thought at the end of the day ppl will judge . u can't control it and trying to do it will just making u insecure so focus on what you can control and , what you think about yourself , what you do every day that makes you proud of yourself and when u're proud of yourself you don't care what anybody thinks because you know who you are So let others think what they want and focus on ur power which is your actions and how u live your life . Say this every morning "I choose to focus on what I can control. I release the fear of others' judgments and give them the freedom to think, say, and feel whatever they wish. My life is my responsibility, and I will act in ways that make me proud of myself. I trust in my journey and take the necessary steps to achieve my goals. I am confident in who I am, and I let go of the need for external validation. Today, I will honor my growth and stay true to myself, knowing that my worth comes from within."

Q3: I feel so exhausted from life

Answer : Feeling exhausted and overwhelmed is a natural response dw abt it ! It’s okay to acknowledge that it shows you're human with feeling ur time and energy are your most valuable assets so if you’re feeling drained it’s likely because you’ve been pouring those resources ur energy and ur power into people and things that don’t truly deserve them. It’s time to release them. Allow others to handle their work stress. Allow them to deal with their drama.let the noise of the world—endless opinions, constant demands, and unnecessary distractions—to continue without you. Instead, redirect your focus inward. Reclaim your energy and channel it into creating your own peace and calm.By doing this, you protect your time and prioritize what truly matters. And as a result, you’ll no longer feel exhausted—you’ll feel empowered and in control.take break from everything and recharge

Q4: How can practicing mindfulness improve daily life?

Answer : Practicing mindfulness can significantly improve daily life by helping you stay present and fully engaged in the moment, reducing stress, and improving emotional regulation. When you’re mindful, you’re less likely to get caught up in regrets about the past or anxieties about the future, which allows you to approach situations with greater clarity and calmness. It enhances your focus, making you more productive and less distracted throughout the day. Additionally, mindfulness fosters self-awareness, helping u better understand your emotions and respond to problems and challenges with patience rather than impulsiveness !

Q5: Why is it so hard to stick to new habits?

Answer : Because our brain are lazy ! Our brains LOVES routine and sticking to what’s comfortable, even if that means doing things that don’t serve you. When u try to start a new habit for example like exercising or journaling, your brain sees it as extra work and throws every excuse at you to avoid it. Plus, most people go too big too fast, expecting overnight results, and when they don’t see progress right away, they quit. The solution is Start small SO small it feels almost ridiculous Want to start working out? Do five pushups. Want to journal? Write one sentence. Your brain won’t resist tiny changes, and over time, those small steps snowball into habits that actually stick. Consistency beats intensity every single time daily reminder DON'T GIVE UP

Q6: How can I manage my time better as a student?

Answer : Managing time effectively as a student requires planning and A LOOTTTT OF DISCIPLINE Start by creating a daily or weekly schedule that includes all your classes, study time, and personal activities (buy a planner it's not that expensive + u can use digital planners !). Prioritize tasks by urgency and importance, focusing on what needs to be done first. Break larger tasks into smaller and more manageable chunks and set specific goals for each study session. Avoid distractions by creating a quiet, organized study space and limiting access to social media during work time pleaseeee Remember to take breaks to recharge and don't forget to get enough sleep

[ Part 2 soon !]

@bloomzone

[koscheys-skull]

Bullying, Mean, and Honest Truths About Spirituality

Under the cut is an honest and crude description based off of my own bias and opinion of new people joining Spiritual practises, the occult, or seeking magic and mysticism.

So you want to start practising the Occult.

You are drawn to the idea of Mysticism, Magic, the Occult, and “Witchcraft”. Let me say that again, but louder.

You.

Are Drawn.

To the IDEA Of Mysticism, Magic, the Occult and “Witchcraft.

A lot of people like the idea of pets.

Pets are fun! You get a cat or a dog and they hang around and you imagine yourself going for long walks or hikes with a canine companion, or sitting at home and enjoying the company of a furry feline. Maybe it isn’t a dog or a cat or a common household pet. Maybe you want a bird! They are fun, right?

You see people on the internet through videos on whatever platform you’re wasting your hours on. You fantasize about what you would do or have. You spend hours entertaining this fantasy while looking at everyone else’s lives and situations.

You are drawn to the idea of something.

And then you ignore the important detail that these things require work, time, and dedication.

The Occult is just like people and pets.

There’s more people that i know that should not have pets than people that I know are responsible pet owners.

This, for me, is the same with the occult. Only, if you choose to neglect the Occult practise you claim to be drawn to, there isn’t really a penalty like a vet bill or a dead creature that you were supposed to be responsible for, for your negligence.

“Oh, I’ll just pick a “class” like an RPG and I’ll roll with it.”

Will you though? Will you dedicate the time and energy to do research on the subject matter you claim to be interested in? And not only will you give it the time and energy to just begin with the research, but will you also put in the dedication to put it into practice?

Be realistic with yourself. What are you actually going to do? Are you capable of maintaining routines and managing yourself and keeping up with the demands of the occult? Or are you just whimsically interested in it because it sounds “cool” and you had some friends in school that played with some tarot cards so now you think you’re a witch.

Let’s pretend you do actually have the self control and discipline to dedicate yourself to a spiritual path and practise. Let’s pretend you have that kind of integrity (but let’s be honest, you and I both know that’s a load of wash.)

Most likely, you’re coming from an Abrahamic Background, aren’t you? In the least, you’ve spent a lot of your life surrounded by vaguely misshapen ideas of “some sort of binary system where there’s good and bad spirits” or something or another and demons might be a thing? You don’t really know. But you took a class once that talked about Greek and Roman gods or maybe the Norse and Celtic gods, so you know there’s Gods out there! So that’s a START! Let’s go!!!!!!!!

You can just pick a god and run with it, right? Like, who cares? Just pick what makes you go “Yeah that’s neat and cool. I’ll take this out for a spin.” and pretend that you’re somehow deeply connected to this being. You read something or another about this deity or this pantheon at some point or another (or something like that). Just google search and read the Wikipedia page and waste a few more hours on it till you’re a Reddixpert on it! You have everything you need and a few days later you throw down a candle and incense and you’re blown away by feeling a strong connection to this god! HOLY COW! It’s working?! Let’s face it, you’ve not been connected to anything at all in your self obsessed life for a long time. So you think it’s “Special” when you get an answer. It’s not.

Sorry, sugar. You’re not special. You’re not a little special little sugar plum fairy that is adored by the gods. Because, believe it or not, you have to build relationships. But not just that, you’ve just pulled a “White Person” move. Most likely, you didn’t consult with or have any discussions with practitioners of the ethnicity and belief system you are interested in. Nor did you research the culture and how the religious and spiritual beliefs of those people manifest. I would suggest you learned some or a little bit or even all of the language of the people that the religion belonged to, but let’s be honest again with one another, you don’t have that in you for sure. You chose to take a God from a Pantheon and chose to take it entirely out of context. Congratulations! You pulled a White Colonialism Move so good that you took it to a spiritual level!

What? You thought you could just pick whoever from wherever and just rip them out of their culture, place, language, and people and water it down till it suited you? What is this, Wicca?

It might be! If this sounds like your idea of fun, check out Wicca. They’re full of it. You have gods from across all seas (Except for some reason the Pacific? Not sure if it’s a weird Asian racism problem or if they’re just focusing on everything the British Empire stole from) being Shipped together like smutty fanfiction. It’s insane. Anubis and the Morrigan are having babies every year, I guess, and their child, who’s always a Son, is the next Cernunnos who is also Pan but also Hades and also is Thor every third life (or something, I don’t know I’m not Wiccan).

What, you didn’t think that you actually had to respect a culture and the people that a religion belongs to? What are you, a pilfering bandit? There’s a right way and a wrong way to do these things. But what’s important is that you have to be honest.

Yeah that’s a big word. “Honesty”.

How honest are you with yourself? How true are you to what you think you can achieve and accomplish? Are you really going to read all of those books and write notes and document things? Are you really going to make a whole entire lifestyle change that surrounds and accommodates the culture, belief systems, and structures of a culture’s religion and beliefs? Are you? Are you really? If you make the change, are you going to commit to the change? Or, in a few weeks or months are you going to revert right back to the way you’ve always lived your life?

Again. This is the difference between enjoying the idea of something versus actually doing the work. And that is what the occult is. It is work.

Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. It is putting you on the grindstone and making you both rethink, reshape, and re-evaluate your entire being. It is going to make you uncomfortable. It is going to challenge you. It is meant to help you grow and be better. And growth doesn’t happen when you’re being spoon fed off of a lace spoon. Your idea of what things are is going to be challenged.

That’s another word that has a tendency to throw people out of the Occult. Challenge.

If you’re new to the Occult, you’re going to have to learn a critical skill that, in my opinion, very few possess.

Everyone wants to be “right”. It sucks when you’re wrong. How well do you handle it when someone corrects you. Let’s be honest. It’s awkward. It’s embarrassing. Everyone wants to be right. YOUR PRIDE IS SENSITIVE DAMNIT!

You’re a sensitive snowflake and you need to be swaddled in soft cashmere and reassured that you’re perfect because of course you are, sugar-pie.

But we have to touch some grass and live in reality. Yeah, I know the occult feels like you’re indulging a fantasy, but it’s not. Spiritual practises and spiritual beliefs are real things that have real people of many different cultures and languages and walks of life. And these practises are not just little badges and stickers you can throw on a water bottle and make yourself feel like a “Validated Witchy Bitch, Baby! ‘Cause we’re Feminist and COOL.”

(And by the way, you are not “The Daughters of the Witches you Couldn’t Burn”. Get fucked, you uneducated slut.)

You are going to have to approach everything, and yes I mean everything, with the air of caution in your heart and mind that says “Maybe I do not know what I am talking about.”

This is almost impossible for some (haha just kidding it’s pretty much everyone. I’m guilty of failing at this sometimes myself), to approach everything that someone says with an air of “Maybe this person knows more than me.”

When you engage with other people and you give them the space to speak about a subject that they are educated in, always be open. You must be so open that you automatically assume that you know nothing about the subject that someone is going to educate you on. Assume you have no education at all. And then listen. Yeah, I said it. You have to listen.

Listening??? To someone else??? Telling you what’s what???? Are you kidding me? What is this, a Learning Experience?

Yes, Yes it is you poor summer child. It is a learning experience. And if you can’t be bothered to learn and to try and learn then you’re not going to make it.

And if you can’t be bothered to listen, to read, to do work, to give effort, and to re-evaluate yourself constantly, you are not going to make it.

So make the choice.

Commit. Or walk away.

No one is going to think poorly of you for admitting that you’re not cut out for this.

But everyone. Everyone you interact with that is a real practitioner with a real lifestyle that encompasses their spiritual practise (because, surprise! The spiritual and the Mundane are intertwined in a very close and intimate way for practitioners) will be able to sniff you out from a mile away and know that you’re not worth your own salt.

It’s okay to be “casual” in some circumstances. It’s okay to be “subtle” or to follow paths that are more accommodating to your needs. That’s fine. Don’t get me wrong. This is a high energy and very taxing experience. There are paths that are accommodating to your needs and your degree or spoons, your laziness, or your life conditions. (I’m inclusive, dammit. Some people are disabled. Some are just fucking lazy. Some are kids with a fantasy fetish. I don’t know. I don’t care. Figure out which you are and make choices like an adult).

But don’t go picking a path or integrate yourself to a spiritual lifestyle that has high demands or you cannot adhere to. Not only is it disrespectful to the culture, the people, and the beings involved. But it’s not good for yourself, either. You will not benefit from the experience. You won’t make it anywhere and you’ll be left constantly feeling like a failure because you cannot accommodate the demands of a lifestyle and belief system that has expectations that are outside of your parameters to accommodate.

But back to YOU! Because let’s be honest, this is mostly about YOU. Everything is mostly about you and yourself. That’s just how a massive amount of people think. Which isn’t wrong, don’t get me wrong. But you have to be Self Aware. (I know most of you are not self aware. Get over it). When you set yourself up with all these fantastical expectations and then nothing progressive and fantastic happens with your practise, it is mostly because you failed to follow through with your own work. Something happened along the way where you struggled for some reason or another and you didn’t have the discipline and the integrity to keep up with something. And that feeling sucks. You feel “Let Down” by the Occult. But you let yourself down. In some way shape or form, you let yourself down. Because everything is about you, this means you have to be responsible for YOU. Yeah. I said it. You have to be responsible for yourself. No one’s wiping your Spiritual Ass for you. You have to do your own work and wipe your own spiritual butthole, and that also means cleaning up your own spiritual messes and doing the spiritual work and dedicating the time and dedicating the energy and making the changes to your life you need to make and then committing to them. It’s all Change, baby! And if you can’t handle change, then you can’t handle commitment to the occult.

And that’s okay! If you can’t handle some things, then DON’T FUCKING DO THEM?????

Maybe step away from that. And yeah, it’s okay to “try” some things to a degree. But please. For the love of fuck, approach them with the respect, dignity, and understanding that they deserve. Always approach a practise (And 99% of all practises have roots in SOME sort of ethnic culture!) with the respect it deserves. Do your best to adhere to those cultures and their beliefs and be as strict as you can while accommodating those traditions. They’re called “Traditions” for a reason. Treat them like they are sacred because they are. I shouldn’t have to explain to people that “Traditions of Spiritual Cultures are Sacred”, yet this post is being made because, quite clearly, this is a common issue.

I’m not “Gatekeeping” anything by saying this. I’m telling you to explore as much as you can. But when you do so, don’t explore different spiritual practises and traditions like the tourists that make the locals want to commit a homicide. Which is how so many people getting into the occult treat Traditions they are exploring.

You want to be a good and a welcome guest. You can’t just trample whatever you feel like because you’re too self centred with your selfie stick in Greece to be aware that you’re disrupting people trying to live their daily lives. The locals should want you. Try to connect to the people and their language and culture. Don’t just stand in their ways and think their society should accommodate you because you’re visiting.

It is okay if something turns out that it isn’t for you. Be honest about it. Be respectful about it. Thank the people and the culture and those gods for their time for being Gracious Enough to Host you. And then move on. A little respect goes a long, long way.

The Occult and Spiritual practises opens the way for you to re-think everything that you believe and to apply new ideas, beliefs and principles to yourself to help you grow and explore yourself and your connection to people and places with deeper understanding.

Be honest.

Be open.

You have to grow. And if you are interested in the Occult, Spirituality and Mysticism, get ready because there’s going to be so many growing pains.

And if you can’t handle that,

Then why are you here?

[gs29]

The Salesman's Heart

Squid Game Master list

You were making dinner, the aroma of your favourite recipe filling the house, when he walked in, his presence unmistakable even before he stepped through the door. It had become something of a routine: him returning late after his mysterious “business trips,” his sharp suit still as crisp as it was when he left, but his demeanor different—softer, a little more distant.

"You're home," you said with a smile, turning from the stove as you stirred the pot. Your voice carried a warmth, a familiarity that only came with years of knowing someone inside and out. The smile on his face was faint but genuine, like he found peace just being with you.

He didn’t speak right away, slipping his shoes off at the door. As he walked towards you, you noticed the briefcase he was carrying, the way his fingers fidgeted with the edges, a nervous habit that had only started recently.

"Everything okay?" you asked, watching him closely.

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Busy day, that’s all.”

You raised an eyebrow, your suspicion growing. There was a weight to him lately—an energy that didn’t match his usual calm, collected demeanor. He was hiding something. And you had a feeling that something had to do with the strange "sales" job he'd been keeping quiet about.

He’d never told you much about his work, only that it was a “unique opportunity” and that it was "important" to him. The business trips were frequent, and sometimes he would leave for days without a word. You didn’t press him. You trusted him. But tonight… something felt different. Maybe it was the way his eyes flickered toward you, like he was trying to make sure you weren’t going to notice something. Or maybe it was the way he hesitated just a little too long when he took his jacket off, as if he wasn’t sure whether or not you’d be able to tell.

You set the spoon down, walking over to him. "What’s going on, honey? You know you can tell me anything."

He looked at you for a long moment, and for the first time in a long while, his expression faltered. The usual mask he wore—a confident, unreadable face—slipped just enough to show a hint of vulnerability.

“I’ve been… thinking about telling you,” he murmured, his voice low, almost hesitant. “I haven’t been completely honest with you about my work. But I think it’s time you know.”

Your heart skipped a beat. This was more serious than you thought. "What do you mean?"

He sighed deeply, his eyes searching yours as if weighing something heavy in his chest. Then, in a soft whisper, he finally spoke: “I’m involved in something… dangerous. It’s called the Squid Game.”

You froze, the name hitting you like a cold wave. The rumors, the strange reports you’d heard—it all suddenly made sense. But hearing it from him, from the man you loved, made it real. Too real.

“The game,” you repeated, trying to keep your voice steady. “You’re part of it?”

He nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. “I’m not just a player. I’m involved in the sales side of it. I’m the one who recruits people. I make sure they’re… worthy of the opportunity.”

Your stomach twisted. You’d always known that he had a level of ambition that was unmatched, but this? This was something darker. Something you couldn’t fully understand. You wanted to be angry, to shout, to demand answers. But you couldn’t. Not yet. You could only search his face, trying to find the man you’d married—the man who, in your heart, you knew was capable of kindness.

"Why didn't you tell me?" you whispered, your voice cracking just slightly.

He swallowed hard, guilt flashing across his features. “I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t want you to think… that I was caught up in something I couldn’t get out of. I thought I could protect you from it. But now—” He trailed off, looking almost ashamed. “Now, I don’t know if I can.”

You reached for his hand, gripping it tightly, as if holding onto the man you knew could still be there beneath the cold exterior. “You’re still you, right?” Your voice was steady, even though your heart was anything but.

For a long moment, he didn’t answer. But then, as if weighing the words in his mind, he pulled you closer and held you tight. “I don’t want to lose you. I’ve done things I regret, things I thought would keep us safe. But I don’t want this game anymore. I want you.”

The words felt like a balm to your soul. There was no mistaking the sincerity in his voice. He loved you—truly loved you. And in that moment, you realized he hadn’t been trying to push you away. He had been trying to protect you, from the very thing that had pulled him into its orbit.

“Then we’ll figure it out,” you said softly, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. “We’ll get through it together, no matter what. We always have.”

His grip on you tightened, and you felt the weight of his relief. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured.

“You deserve everything,” you replied, looking up into his eyes. “And you’ll get it. You just have to let go of this… this game.”

He nodded slowly, his hand reaching for yours again, as if reaffirming the unspoken promise. “I will. For you. For us.”

It wasn’t going to be easy. There were no guarantees. But in that moment, as you stood together in the quiet of your home, you knew one thing for sure: he loved you. And that was the one thing you could hold on to, no matter what darkness lay ahead.

[equippedtolove]

so, 2025 doesn't seem like the year for our environment. but what can you, as an individual, and we, as a group, do in the face of denial?

please like, reblog, and share.

as donald trump takes office in 2025, he brings with him his ignorance of climate change. the government in the usa will now do nothing to reduce their carbon emissions, and whether you're republican or democratic or not even american, this event will affect you and the generations to come.

so... how can we make a difference?

as individuals, this seems like too big a problem to tackle. but we, the people, can make the biggest change. women's voting and gay rights did not start when governments started listening to what people were saying. they started when people took to the streets in protest, demanding better policies, better laws, better futures. if we work together, we can make a difference.

some steps you can take to reduce your carbon emissions:

eat locally grown/produced food. this encourages sustainable practises of farming, reduces the need for fuel-based transportation, and generates less pollution.

eat less meat, particularly lamb and beef. livestock generally produces a large amount of methane, which is a particularly harmful greenhouse gas. in especially more intensive farms, crops and trees are often cut down to make way for the large amounts of land that we need to raise animals.

take public transport, or even walk to places. this reduces your carbon emissions by miles, and often is a reason for you to improve your physical health. this is also much more economically sustainable for you, with fuel prices rising as companies make record profits drilling into our home.

these individual solutions are not only doable, but also cost effective. this is very much your world, and we, the future generation, can do all we can to reduce the harmful legacy we're inheriting.

if you and a group of people, families or friends or whole communities, are passionate about what is happening to our earth, here's some things that require a group effort:

try to get your family talking about other, renewable sources of energy for your home, or better insulation. conserving energy and generating it from endless sources are a fantastic way to reduce your carbon footprint and take action against climate change. and once you do it, convince others to do the same.

volunteer at cleanups. live in a littered area? see rubbish at the beach? organise something with family or friends to help clean it up! working as a group will increase morale and ultimately get the job done, and the next time you look at that place, you'll feel a sense of satisfaction as a reward. you may even make it a open event, and meet new people who have the same beliefs as you along the way.

recycle, reuse, and give. this seems obvious, but over-consumption is almost trendy today, as fast fashion takes the stage to triumph more sustainable ways of clothing. swap clothes with your friends, donate old clothes to charity, even buy secondhand, but all of these things are pre-loved and extremely helpful for the environment. additionally, using things until they can't be used anymore is an underrated yet effective (and cost effective!) way of doing nothing while doing a lot.

it's not too late, not for america, and not for the rest of the world. there are people all over the globe showing others how to be kinder to our earth, and when the people in charge won't, we will. it's time to make 2025 the year of change. it's time to start fighting for our futures and uniting under a common cause. what affects the poor today will affect the rich tomorrow, and you will feel the impact of rising sea levels and deforestation and global warming in no time. this is no 'old arguement'. this is an international emergency. we will not be dismissed; we will not do nothing.

in the words of greta thunberg, change is coming, whether you like it or not.

[stormblessed95]

You're still Jimin biased right?

I'm a little confused why you haven't been posting about the hate he (and his family) have been getting lately. At first I thought "Oh, maybe she's too busy", but then I see you responding to random Taekooker anons and it just feel like you're ignoring... or not caring about Jimin.

I really liked your blog because even while supporting Jikook, you still supported ALL SEVEN of the members. But now it doesn't feel that way (to me at least) anymore.

Also while I'm glad people are supporting Yoongi, lots of them are dropping Muse and Who to do so. That doesn't seem ok.

Jimin is selfless and kind, but he's an artist too and people shouldn't take advantage of his kindness even to help others. As ARMYs shouldn't we be supporting ALL of the members? We can show we support and love Yoongi while not abandoning Jimin. At least that's what I believe.

If you don't want to post about Jimin, could I at least know why?

Because honestly it seems like you're not actually OT7, and if not then I'd like to unfollow 🙁

Hopefully you'll answer me, even if it's not through this ask directly!

I still hope you're happy and healthy though 💜

[puppppppppy]

learning abt friendship decay and "not reaching out to your friends for months at a time unprompted is not neurotypical behaviour" has me feeling a certain way

[goldkirk]

hey this isn’t aimed at anyone in particular but I’m saying it for the record here: if I tell you no, please stop messaging me about fundraisers and mutual aid.

I get enough messages that it’s impossible for me to keep up without devoting at least half an hour each day, when I’m not even on tumblr that long most days. Me having a boundary about this isn’t a moral failing, it’s a lifeboat for me on my own blog.

In my personal life I’m already advocating and donating literally as much as I can spare. This is not me not caring, it’s just me not willing to interact with that on the one place I go online to not interact with irl news and world events for the most part.

I cannot be upset all the time. I cannot be upset everywhere. I cannot use all my emotional and mental energy fielding my own upset from ongoing events. My options are to hold boundaries about this or stop coming online at all.

I’m all for sharing information and signal boosting to reasonable extents, but the scale of it this year is so large and so enduring that it is literally not possible to for me to participate on every account I have. I’ve previously shared links to Gaza eSIM donations and a major hub of verified Go Fund Mes here and elsewhere online. We, the online humans, know how to look those things up ourselves by now. There are many, many people choosing to do advocacy work, and right now, I can’t be one of them.

If you’re extremely upset when I tell you I can’t share/donate right now about a Gaza family or personal fundraiser you ask me to share here, just unfollow and block me. That’s what those buttons are for. Protect your own emotions and energy and get me off your feed instead of staying upset and continuing to engage with online people or content that upsets you.

Please don’t send repeated angry messages based on manufactured purity politics and moral outrage into my messages and inbox when I exercise the right to run my own blog.

[scoobydoodean]

Oh, I see. You and all your little friends are just too DUMB to understand. Too low IQ. The arguments sure is convincing.

I’m not kidding they really are saying somewhere out there that Kripke couldn’t possibly understand what it means to be blue collar because to do that, you’d have to have read about the value of a linen coat (which is not directly related to any of this btw) from Marx’s Das Kapital. Kripke of course couldn’t possibly have read it, and if you haven’t read it, you can’t possibly understand anything about class. You have to have read Theory™️ to understand what it means to be *looks down my nose at people who I assume Have Not Read All The Books That I Did* blue collar *sips from tea cup with my pinky out, chortling*