#the fabric of our souls

[critical-quoter]

You should wait… and it doesn’t have to be for anything specific. I’m just saying—wait for the weight of the world to pass. Wait until the tremors that wrack through your skull drift into the depths again. Wait until the sun rises, and the light makes you feel a little less pointless.

The Fabric of Our Souls - K. M. Moronova

[photobrooke]

[cursedcadaver]

"for the broken ones who are in need of something dark, morbid, and beautiful" - The Fabric of Our Souls by K.M. Moronova

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

"Yea, her soul is like chiffon, with plenty of tattered rips and tears. The fabric of our souls is thin and worn. We must be gentle and love tirelessly." He leans back in his chair and threads his fingers together. A warm smile spreads across his face and I know then that he loves her too. "Hers is so beautifully torn that even wolves like us are drawn to it."

- The Fabric Of Our Souls

[chyyy66]

I always wonder why im broke …

And then authors drop special editions of their books

LIKE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY NO TO THEM ?????? HELLO ??

[sprolden]

parabatai are literally so insignificant in tmi and I know it's just bc the parabatai lore wasn't ever supposed to become as significant as it is now but it's kind of sending me regardless bc you're telling me that will and jem didn't even have to be doing all that?

[lazyjellyfish300]

Hiiiiiiii love!💕 Here to chime into your ask game....🤭 Ready to be fed with the lovely tale of Nanamelly/Shiuelly's everyday life!! 😍

Moonlight ৻ꪆ Sunglight ৻ꪆ Chocolate

Have a great day!

TY SWEET NONNIE 😭😭🥰🥰 LOTTAAA self ship yapping ahead. 💕

moonlight  ৻ꪆ  what does a perfect friday night look like for the two of you? 

nanamelly-at the farmhouse, a perfect Friday night looks like: homemade deep dish pizza baking in the oven, lots of blankets on our couch with the fire going. A glass of fruity wine for me and some bourbon for Kento. Lots of scrabble, checkers, and mancala until our drinks run out. Then, while Kento tucks the animals in the for the night, I clean up and then he joins me for a nude soak in our new hot tub (which I'm extremely excited about). Some slow intimacy, a shower, and snuggles before we both pass out in our bed. 💕

shiuelly-It's not uncommon for Shiu to work weekends so before we adopted Stella, he'd pick me up after work at the flower shop or the café, whichever shift I had at the time. He always has a blanket, slippers, and whatever I need in his backseat since it'll be a long evening and I'm his sleepy passenger princess. 💕

Then I'd ride with him while he drove through the city. In between meetings with people, we'd go to our favorite diner that's open late hours and have breakfast for dinner. Shiu makes sure to load up on coffee. Usually I just snooze right after until he's done. The he'll drive us home and we'll shower together but we'll never be too tired to pull an orgasm out of one another because we need it after a long day. 🥰

Now that we adopted Stella, and after a few sketchy happenings during his late shifts (I don't remember bc I was asleep) he likes using that as an excuse to have me stay home where I'm safe with her. I'm not too stoked about this so I love to send Shiu all kinds of things while he's working just to keep him on his toes. 🥰 A little mutual phone session for us is not uncommon. 💕And when Shiu comes to bed, we have a little agreement for him to wake me up to let me know he's here and I'm always eager to give him a proper homecoming. 💕 

sunlight  ৻ꪆ  what does a perfect saturday morning look like for the two of you? 

nanamelly-kento always manages to wake up before I do, and despite my protestations, he always has coffee and breakfast waiting for me. He considers it even since I made dinner the previous night. 💕 We get right to work doing our chores early, and then we have our adventure of the day. In the summertime we always go swimming and take a picnic. During the cooler months in the autumn we'll take a picnic and go on a scenic drive in our vintage car. In the winter, we'll build snowmen for our animals and then warm up with lots of winter treats in the oven. A long afternoon nap together and lazy kissing is always in order no matter the season. 💕 🥰

shiuelly-saturday mornings always start off slow, but then the passion wakes us both up.💕 Then, Shiu usually has to get ready for afternoon meetings with clients or work in his study. By the time he gets out of the shower, a hot mug is always waiting for him in his study with toast and jam made with love by me.🥰 I don't see much of him until the afternoon when we share lunch together (and sometimes a quickie) to hold us off until he's off work then he's all mine for the rest of the day. 💕

chocolate   ৻ꪆ  where do the two of you love to travel to? 

nanamelly-kuantan of course is always at the very top of the list in our beach villa. 🥰 Other places we love are Belgium,  St. Thomas, Thailand, Spain, the Higuruma's winter cabin, vineyards in Italy and Yamanashi, and the sea in our boat. 💕 If we need a staycation then we'll run away to the bed and breakfast in the seaside village near the farmhouse and make a weekend out of it. 🥰 It's a debate in our marriage about where our honeymoon actually took place, since our wedding night we stayed in the bed and breakfast near the chapel we got married and traveled to Kuantan the following day. So we have an inside joke that every vacation is our honeymoon and I love to ask Kento, "where are we going on our honeymoon this time, darling?" 💕 and he just smiles at me. 🥰

shiuelly- I adore visiting Shiu's home country of Korea. 💕 Visiting is bittersweet because of memories for him relating to his old detective work and his strained relationship with his father. I tell him I want to create new beautiful memories with him instead and he loves that I love it and he's eager to make that happen.💕 We also love Vegas,  Costa Rica, the Dominican Republic, Paris, and Alaska. 🥰 We are both kids at heart and he takes me to Disneyland Tokyo often to indulge me. 💕 We want to explore as much of South America as we can before we have children. His affinity for tropical fish is so endearing and we always visit the local aquarium if there is one and buy a snowglobe to take home. 💕

[amazingmagda]

im scared that in the future ai will take over all the facets of life and humanity will turn into soulless husks ;-;

[critical-quoter]

Yeah, her soul is like chiffon, with plenty of tattered rips and tears. The fabric of our souls is thin and worn. We must be gentle and love tirelessly.

Fabric of Our Souls - K. M. Moronova

[virtualplushy]

fuck casual friendships. our souls are intertwined. loving you is woven into the fabric of my life

[lifelibertyjustice]

Really sad women don't embrace being women.

Womanhood doesn't mean makeup and high heels etc. Culture has made being a woman being uncomfortable. That doesn't mean you aren't proud of your own sex. Proud to have breasts and the curves you were born with. Women have to suppress themselves to be happy!?!!? Yes this is what the over sexualization of women has turned into. It's very sad. We should be comfortable in our own bodies. Breasts are not shameful. Reclaim. Don't let male gaze take the love of your own body away from you. Don't let them win.

I mean wear what you want. Don't listen to what culture says a woman is supposed to look like or wear or smell like. Still. Why be ashamed of your body! It's because men have ruined it by objectifying you! We have to take back what's ours.

I see a lot of ‘cis’ women say they wish they were androgynous in the way men were or they wish they were pretty in the way men were. This is your sign to go try to do that. You may find you enjoy being an androgynous woman. You may find you no longer identify as a woman. You may find you don’t like androgyny. You will not know until you try. Cut your hair if you’ve always wanted to but have been afraid to. Shop in the men’s section if you’ve been too nervous to. Wear clothing with an androgynous  silhouette. Experiment with binding, take baby steps with compression bras if you want. Wear unisex scents. Live life. Try things you want to try. A lot of cis women do not understand the joys of mens pants and mens deodorant. I think everyone should try both of those things.

[suparhythm]

A Tapestry of Dreams: A Wanderer's Tale of Beauty Across Worlds

Hark, gentle listener, and lend thine ear to a tale of love and wonder, a tale that spans the ages and traverses the realms of dreams. I am but a humble wanderer, a traveler through time and space, a witness to the ephemeral beauty that dances between the stars. My journey began in a world of ethereal hues, where the skies were painted with strokes of lavender and gold, and the air hummed with…

[demaparbat-hp]

Hiya!! 👋🏼😄 How's it going? Your fashion taste for Zuko in a Modern AU seems to be artsy, or maybe "formal" is the word. That shirt he wore when he gave Sokka romantic song advice looked Versace🧐. Anyway, I was wondering how you came up with it, he always struck me more as the type that didn´t care much about fashion, so I'm curious about other´s opinions and heacanons about it. And do you have any other fashion headcanons for the rest of the GAang? Also, their music tastes. How did you come up with them? Especially Katara's! 😍

Hello! As it happens, I have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings™ about this, so I'm leaving these over here, and the rest of my ramblings down below the cut!

Let us begin with the Gaang, shall we?

SUKI always struck me as that Pretty Girl from the Gym. She is so incredibly fit it isn't even funny. She could kick anyone's ass, and we'd all thank her. She has this casual gym style that somehow always looks glorious on her, as it should! Comfy yet fashionable clothes for a nice workout or a day in town.

Her music tastes are basically any and all power songs from the eighties and nineties. (Eye of the Tiger, anyone?) She also enjoys metal via Toph, and bands like BSB, NSYNC, or Boyz II Men with Katara. My girl has a very eclectic Playlist and we all love her for it.

SOKKA is That Guy™. Loose T-shirts and shorts everywhere he goes, no matter the weather. He's stupidly into fashion but it doesn't show! At all! And everyone teases him about it. His closet is about 90% Cactus Juice merchandise, hence the "it's the quenchiest!" shirt.

His fashion and music tastes are pretty much the same. He loves poetry but isn't really into lyrics. He'll misinterpret just about anything you place in front of him. His Playlist is mostly vibes and tiktok songs he kind of enjoys. He isn't really into music...at least not as much as his sister.

AANG owns exactly one hoodie, one pair of shorts, and one beanie (THE beanie). Oh, and the crocs—don't forget the crocs. Somehow, he's always wearing the exact same outfit. Every. Single. Day. Ancient Gaang lore suggests that the day Aang goes out without his beanie, it's the end of the world.

His Playlist is the poppiest, most bizarre thing ever. Every single song is Happy by Pharrell Williams levels of happy. Yet sometimes, among the bouncy dance-to songs, you'll find the strangest of things... (He does know what Good Day by Twenty One Pilots is about. That's the reason he likes it so much, actually. And it's so weird.)

KATARA is all about sundresses and loose pants. The epitome of comfortable loveliness. Light fabrics in blue shades, careful embroidery, delicate shoes, and little to no accessories—hers is a simple, yet quite adorable, style. She just needs to add more colors to her usual palette...

She is, first and foremost, a Florence + The Machine girl. It's the Dark Goddess of the Sea vibes, to be honest. Florence Welch is her idol and yes, she will fight you about lyrics interpretation, and win. It may not seem like it, but her music tastes are also very varied.

She draws a little from each member of the Gaang, so you'll hear her humming along to Gorillaz (where did you even find out about them, Aang?), The Weeknd (I...don't think this song means what you think it means, Sokka...), and Hozier (Zuko why did you dedicate Talk to me, Zuko WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT).

TOPH...ah, lovely girl. I'll summarise everything about Toph’s fashion sense in two words: comfort and rebellion. Stuffy dresses forced on her by billionaire parents? No thank you! Give her tank tops with loose shirts and short pants. Bandaids shared with Aang, bracelets from Katara, and even piercings she got in tandem with Sokka. Shoes? What even is that?

Something I love about this fandom is our collective agreement that Toph is into the dirtiest, heaviest, most ear-splitting and soul-crushing death metal of all times. Her Playlist is full of the most obscure names to ever exist, and she can and will blast through your walls with the sheer volume of her speaker.

Zuko. ZUKO.

Even in a modern AU my boy must suffer. That being said, I envision Tales from the Couch as—well, exactly what it is: an ATLA modern AU. While there is not a war to fight, and a lot of plot lines are discarded or expanded upon, much about the core story remains the same.

This is my way of saying that Zuko still goes trough his redemption arc, and it reflects on his fashion choices.

The way you described it works perfectly because of one single reason: in this AU, Zuko is an artist. He had to suppress his love for writing and drawing because of his background and the expectations Ozai had for him (taking over the family company), and a very large part of his redemption arc directly affects his relationship with art.

In the Couch equivalent of S1, Zuko has fallen out of Ozai's graces, and is desperate to protect his place in the company and the Kasai household. He's pretending to be someone he isn't and trying to live up to his Father's image of a perfect heir while still being somewhat cut-off financially, and it shows.

He's all about imposing long coats and a semi-formal style, imitating what he knows Azula and Father would respect. He's striking and sharp and dark. But no matter how he dresses or carries himself (that air of cold superiority and arrogance)—it won't help him when he needs it the most.

In S2, Zuko has hit his lowest point. He's officially disinherited and tossed away by his father, and would be out in the streets if it wasn't for Uncle Iroh. He goes from sharp, high-tailored outfits to old second-hand clothes that hang loosely on his frame. He starts smoking and cuts his hair off, forgoing the undercut for the first time in years.

But then...Father accepts him back. When Zuko returns home, it's with respect to his name and a very high position in his father's company. He's finally the perfect Kasai heir, dressed in overly expensive suits and finery, even at home... But Father forbids him from wearing Lu Ten's earring, and Zuko can no longer recognize himself without the familiar glint of gold dancing on his peripheral vision.

When Zuko leaves the Kasai name behind him and goes back to living with Uncle Iroh...he's finally at peace with who he is, and what he wants in this life. The sharp edges aren't gone (they'll always be a part of him, after all), but now they're dulled by looser clothes and softer hairstyles.

He's an artist, and for once in his life, he is determined to pursue his own ambitions. Zuko's outfits may not be designer-made anymore, but he takes what he has and makes himself look like he wants to look, like the person he wants to be.

He doesn't read fashion magazines or keeps up to the latest trends like Azula does. He's just...Zuko. And his newfound confidence makes everything he wears look like it belongs on him.

As for music...well, Ursa raised a literature boy.

He loves lyric-heavy music and natural voices, be they soothing or powerful. Dissecting song meanings and possible interpretations with Katara is one of his favorite parts of the day. They're both very passionate and strong-minded individuals, so it stands to reason that their debates can get quite...heated.

Zuko's Playlist is both incredibly eclectic and somehow very...him. There's a common thread that binds together every song and artist he likes, and he's hilariously unaware of this. To take a look into his Playlist is a higher honor reserved only for those closest to him.

In the wide spectrum of things, it is no wonder that Zuko is, first and foremost, a Hozier man. But though Andrew is his God in all aspects of this life, there's someone else that has had a huge impact on him...

Two someones, actually.

Zuko refuses to tell anyone how he got into Twenty One Pilots, but it's kind of a moot point when the beginning of his obsession is nothing compared to everything that came after. They have just about the right amount of everything that makes Zuko...well, Zuko. The poetic lyrics, the soothing or raging music, the heavy, intensely resonant themes...

Up there, in the second artwork, I placed an album cover behind each period of Zuko's life. The election of these records is intentional, as I feel like their general themes work incredibly well with Zuko's arc and growth.

Blurryface in S1. For the demons within us. For giving a name to our fears and shame.

Trench in S2. For escaping the confined walls of a depression city, and fighting to understand the depths of the map of your mind.

Scaled and Icy in the first half of S3. For returning to places you had left behind. For convincing yourself and everyone around you that you're fine, that you're perfect, even though everything is crumbling inside...

Clancy in S3. For recognizing that you can backslide, that you can have fears and shame and pain—but you're shaping yourself with each step you take. For knowing that seeking help from others is okay. Nobody learns to walk on their own.

(And, in the end, you'll always be better than the person you were yesterday. If only because you're still here. You're still alive. You're still yourself.)

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Overall, I rambled a bit too much, don't you think?

If you made it all the way down here—thank you so much for reaching out and being interested in this crazy AU! I hope you enjoy these ideas and tell me some of your own ❤️

[mide404]

To those with compassionate hearts:

I write to you from the depths of pain and suffering, as my family lives in the Gaza Strip under the weight of siege, destruction, and bloodshed. Life in Gaza has become more than just a struggle for survival; it is a daily fight for existence under conditions that can only be described as tragic.

My family now resides in a fabric tent, our last refuge after losing our home and everything we owned. This tent does not protect us from the cold of winter or the heat of summer, and it barely shields our children from the surrounding dangers.

We lost my father, our support and protector, whose soul ascended due to the brutal war. His loss was not just a loss for us, but the end of our security and stability. We also lost my brother's little girl and my sister's little girl, our blossoms who saw only a little happiness in life before the war stole them from our embrace.

With broken hearts and tearful eyes, I beseech you to look with compassion at our suffering. We are in dire need of your support and assistance to be able to live with dignity, even if it is modest.

You are the hope we cling to in these difficult days, and your support can change our lives. Any help you provide, no matter how small, will make a big difference in our lives.

@sayruq @sar-soor @pcktknife @paper-mario-wiki @brutaliakhoa @appsa @opencommunion @punkitt-is-here @90-ghost

[plutoniandraconian]

UPDATE!!!

I totally fucked that wizard. 👍

I’M GONNA FUCK THAT WIZARD

[suiana]

(yandere! corpse husband x gn! reader) (slight yan! male best friend too)

"and today, we are gathered to send off the late mr-"

you stand by his coffin, sobbing pathetically as your male best friend pats your back reassuringly. just a few days ago, your husband unfortunately died after you sat on his face. you hadn't wanted to! but how could you say no to him after he begged so cutely?

doctors said he died a pleasurable death, i mean, you could see it from his face when he died. and the fact that he exploded everywhere and it was all over his pants.

but you wish he hadn't died. you really loved him. you did. even if he was... slightly weird.

"he was my everything! now i don't even have his dick anymore! what am i supposed to do?!"

"hey hey... it's alright. let it all out..."

your best friend mutters, rubbing your shoulder as you sob into his chest. his hands run across the fabric of your shirt, tenderly reassuring you. if you pulled away a bit, you'd probably be able to see the way he had a smirk on his face.

"he'd probably want you to move on anyway... be happy with someone else."

"um, excuse me bro? what are you doing telling my spouse to move on?"

all goes quiet as your supposedly dead husband sits up, eyebrows furrowed as he glares directly at your best friend.

"like actually, I'd want them to be stuck on me until the day their physical flesh body dies so we can be together for eternity. we'd intertwine our star dust and merge our ascended souls into one so we'd never be apart again and-"

he rambles slightly, gritting his teeth as he continues to glare at your male best friend. you pull away from him immediately, standing still as you face your now... reanimated husband?

"honey? you're alive?"

your husband turns his gaze to you, soulless eyes now full of life as he tries clambering out of his casket. the funeral attendees all scream in horror at the sight, a fiasco taking place as your corpse husband approaches you with slowed movements.

"babe..? oh my love! come here! ah... you should sit on my face again- I don't think i can die again anyway..."

he coos at you, hands trying to grab at you as you make calculated movements to approach him. damn the embalmer did a good job... you're sure you'd be screaming too if there wasn't an embalmer.

"ah... i love you so much... i love you, really. you'd never move on from me right? you love me and only me. don't listen to that asshole over there. I'll fucking haunt your soul if you tried leaving me."

your dead(?) husband mutters, hugging you tightly against his chest. you feel his fingers dig into your skin, gripping you so tightly as though he were trying to tear into your skin.

"o-oi you're holding me too hard-"

"ah, apologies my dear."

he mutters, reluctantly releasing his grip before his hands trail over your frame before landing on your cheeks. you shiver slightly, the cold hands cupping your face before you grimace as he opens his mouth right in your face again.

"i love you so much, let's kiss-"

"ugh, your breath stinks."

"oh... sorry..."

he shoves a mint in his mouth, slowly chewing before choking and collapsing on the ground, unmoving.

...

did you just witness your husband die again?