#they can RECOGNIZE suffering and pain just like how we do for others. give them some credit too.

[hiddenreamers]

Telegraph Road 1977 & 2024 - Lando Norris

SUMMARY: For Lando, the words "first love" just make him think of his childhood neighbour. Then, his heart breaks a little when he remembers she's somewhere in San Francisco. How surprised he is when it turns out you're much closer - in an apartment across the hall. Lando couldn't be more grateful for the strange mysteries that led you to this doorway.

WC: 983

Everybody has those moments when they are suddenly reminded of someone they knew long ago. Old classmates, kids from summer camp, playground friends – people who once were part of your daily life but now you think about them maybe once a year if not less often. Those silent questions of “I wonder what happened to them?” come and go just as quickly, like a golden brown leaf carried by the wild, autumn wind.

Lando is something of an exception to that rule. The thoughts of his old neighbour never quite leave him, as though his autumn is more of a perpetuity than a season. Despite the passage of time, that curious quirk of his stuck. However, the why has changed. While still a child, he’d ponder the memories of you simply out of longing. It is only natural when one’s closest companion is gone one day. Then, as his young heart began revolving around crushes, dates and girlfriends, Lando suffered an epiphany. Finally, he understands! It was as if on some random Tuesday lightning had struck him – it was love he felt for you, not just friendship. And what a tale of one’s first love it told! “We were inseparable, soulmates, if you will, when one day she moved away and I never heard from her again.” Truly, a drama worth a thousand novels.

Little does he know, that those strange mysteries that separate lovers, sometimes lead them to each other’s doorways…

Lando is closing his front door, when the sound of paws tapping the floor grabs his attention. Without much thought, he looks down the corridor.

The tapping belongs to a rather happy-looking Scottish setter. He recognizes the breed only because he’s spent his childhood running around a small British town with you and two of those dogs. Despite the lingering memories of the past, Lando doesn’t mind the pet any longer, again focusing on his own things. Then, a strangely familiar voice distracts him again:

“Come on, Axel! We’ll have plenty of time to make friends later.”

Almost giving himself whiplash, Lando looks for the source of the sound. Could it be…?

You’re a little surprised when you hear someone calling out your name in a questioning manner. As far as you know, none of your friends live in Monaco. So how come someone here knows you? Fixing your grip on the box labelled Kitchen, you take a look around the corridor.

For a moment, you think you’re just seeing things. But you’ve stared at that face for so long, you could recognize him in the darkest, most inexplicable fever dream; the face that you’ve associated with home for your whole life.

“Oh my God, Lando Norris!” you exclaim between chuckles. “I can’t believe it!”

His cheeks redden a little. “You remember me?” The question has a distinct tone of surprise.

“Of course I do! You were my best friend,” you say. “Well, the only friend for a few years,” you add, your voice noticeably quieter than before.

“What are you doing here? I thought your family moved to San Francisco.”

It is only then that Lando truly sees who you’ve become throughout all those years away. Perhaps you are more beautiful than he could imagine but you’re also much sadder. There’s a wistful look in your eye, a tell-tale sign of maturity that is only born out of tears. He can only wonder what pains have brought you back to him.

“At first, it was San Francisco, then New York, Chicago, L.A… I never fit in anywhere. They’re all very lonely cities, you know?” Just for a second, your eyes become glossy. His heart feels a painful sting that only gets worse as you force a wide smile on your face. You’ve had practice in faking happiness, haven’t you? “But enough about me, it’s not that interesting,” you say in a casual tone. “Congratulations on your driving career. Seriously, you’re amazing. Would it be creepy if I admitted now that I’ve watched every single one of your races?”

“Not as creepy as admitting I’ve stalked your social media and never followed you because I thought you don’t remember me.”

“Are you dead serious right now?” Lando’s sheepish smile earns a loud laugh from you. “You should have tried anyway!”

“Funny that you’re the one to say that,” he retorts. “Why didn’t you message me if you’re such a big fan?”

Flustered, you look away for a moment. “Honestly, I thought it would be weird,” you confess. “I was sure you’d forgotten all about me and pulling this ‘we were childhood friends’ schtick now that you’re famous would be so embarrassing. You’re this top-of-the-top racing driver and I’m, well, me.” A bitter chuckle comes after your words but the faux amusement isn’t enough to fool Lando.

“You’re staying for long in Monaco?” His question is accompanied by a light gesture towards the box in your arms.

“As long as they don’t fire me, I guess.” That strange, sad laughter again. “Listen, you look like you have somewhere to be and I’ve already taken up too much of your time. You could come by in the evening, catch up if you want?” Your tone rises, revealing uncertainty about whether the invitation is welcome.

But to him, the answer is obvious. “I’d love that.”

You give him one last smile, then disappear behind the door to your apartment.

In some sense, he has you back. Not the girl he remembers, no. Something innate seems to be gone from your soul but Lando lacks the words to name the change. The sights, the loves, the pains – whatever it was that took your life on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, it sprouted melancholy in the very marrows of your bones.

“What happened to you?” he whispers to himself.

The only answer that comes is muffled footsteps and the shuffling of cardboard boxes.

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[bumblingbabooshka]

A Star Trek Novel called “Pocket Full of Lies” really has NO business going so hard.

[lion-writer]

Reincarnation Au where Kaveh and Alhaithem reincarnate into Aventurine and Ratio. Because I've seen a ton of comparisons between these two and Need a reincarnation Au badly.

They're so similar on a surface level, flamboyant blonde x tsundere scholar. Then you get deeper and realize just how different they are. Alhaitham is lazy, and doesn't care about others. While Ratio is passionate to a fault, he's dedicated his life to teaching, to spreading knowledge.

And on the other side, we have Kaveh and Aventurine, two blondes who have lived lives of tragedy, and have self esteem in the negatives but try to cover it up with a flamboyant attitude. We have Kaveh who binds himself to his ideals, suffering for their sake. While Aventurine is bound by others and by fate itself and as such isn't free to hold himself to such ideals.

But If they're so different, how do you get Kaveh and Alhaithem to become into Adventurine and Dr Ratio? You may ask. And the answer is quite simple. You just break them.

Once upon a time, there lived Kaveh, who lived with Alhaithem. And they were in love, not that most people were able to tell what with all the fighting. A lot of it was over Kaveh's bleeding heart, how he would sacrifice himself on the altar of his ideals. How he would give and give only to receive nothing but pain in return. And then one day Kaveh got sick, and died, slowly, painfully, and far too young, questioning if it had all been worth it.

After Kaveh dies, a month or a year, some amount of time later, a cure is found. And Alhaithem recognizes the researcher who developed the cure, maybe they asked for his advice only to be shutdown, or they had submitted their research application while he was grand sage only for it to sit on his desk for a month and get rejected. Maybe nothing would have changed had he helped them, but possibly a cure would have been discovered quicker. And that possibility haunts Alhaithem, that maybe had he cared, maybe if he tried to help, maybe Kaveh would still be there. But maybes won't bring the dead back to life.

Thus in another life we have Aventurine, who can't quite remember why he tried to do the right thing, but knows that it has been his downfall before. He has two lifetimes of evidence as that proves that loving something is the best way to lose it. But still, no matter how hard he tries, he can't help but care. At the very least, with this heart of stone he's tried his best to create, he feels closer to that voice he doesn't know yet can't forget.

While Veritas remembers loving somebody who Cared. Remembers losing them because he didn't. Remembers calling himself a genius only to be hated and alone. And so, determined to fix his mistakes, he makes it his mission to help others, he will not, can not, rest untill he has cured the universe of its ignorance . Even if he'll never be able to care as much as the smile in his memory did.

They both cling to a memory of the person they once loved, and try to push and prod pieces of themselves into that shape. Cause they'd do anything to see their partner again, even if it's just in the mirror.

Ratio remembers more of his past life, partially due to Adventurine attempting to suppress the memories of his childhood, and partly due to Ratio still desperately trying to not repeat his mistakes. Thus when they first meet, Ratio would despise Aventurine. It feels almost like looking at one of those face swap photos, an unholy conglomeration of somebody he regrets being and the face that haunts his dreams. Blonde hair in the wrong shade, mannerisms that are almost but not quite. Still he falls in love, slowly, begrudgingly, and hating himself for it.

On the other side, what little memories Aventurine has is mostly of a grey haired scholar with a tongue as sharp as his swords. And so Adventurine sees Ratio and can't help but compare the two. They're different, undoubtedly, but it would be so easy to ignore those differences and fall. But he can't, he can't lose yet another person he loves.

[gatitties]

hi so can you do a fic where The straw hats thought we died but when they retuned to scabaody we also come back?

Like the straw hats are like

WAIT YOUR NOT DEAD? HUH

─Strawhats x reader

─Summary: Everything seems to fall apart before their eyes when you die, only to find out that you were enjoying yourself in Sabaody and not in your grave.

─Warnings: none

lmao this was fun to write for no reason 😭🤌🏻

The loss of a loved one is a difficult battle, everyone on this crew has experienced at least one death of a family member or someone close to them to call them family, they hoped that pain would not damage their hearts again, unfortunately, you shattered their hearts when they found your limp body on Sky Island when you decided to go your own way.

With their hearts in their throats and their eyes red, they had to say goodbye to you bitterly, burying your body in a cluster of soft clouds, they were silent for a minute until Luffy was the first to give the signal to leave, he knew you would have liked that they were not so sad and that their adventures had not yet ended like yours.

They lamented your lack of presence, you always made everything a little more enjoyable with your nonsense, you managed to fit in perfectly with each of them and although you were not the smartest, most cunning or powerful on the team, they did not expect your early departure.

It was when they arrived at Sabaody for the first time that they thought they were going crazy, thinking that they had gotten over your loss, someone strangely like you seemed to be hanging around that island.

Luffy could clearly see how you were riding some attractions, Nami was confused when she saw you trip over a huge root, Chopper thought that the smell of disinfectant had made him hallucinate and see you eating cotton candy, Usopp simply thought he saw a ghost, Brook thought you came back from the dead to exact revenge when he saw you beating up a couple of guys who seemed to bother you, Franky could only catch your laugh, but it was so similar that he thought his brain was playing tricks on him, Zoro and Sanji bumped into you, but neither you nor they were paying attention as something bigger was catching everyone's attention and practically everyone was jostling each other.

While, oblivious to all the suffering, pain and coping that your companions had to do, you woke up buried in clouds a while ago, managing to get down and reach Sabaody miraculously like a stowaway on another pirate ship, you had planned to look for them and scold them a little for thinking you were dead, but your plans were thwarted when you found the island too much interesting, well, you had been 'dead' for a while, it was okay if you enjoyed a little time at the attractions before looking for your companions.

The thing is that you got so distracted and forgot to find them, if it weren't for the fact that, coincidentally, Jinbe ─who you didn't know since you didn't get to know him─ recognized you from the brief conversations they had with him about you, he was waiting in the queue to buy something and you were just behind, you started a chat to kill time.

"You look terribly like a person who died in the crew I'm part of now, I mean, because of the descriptions they made."

"Oh…"

The blood on your face disappeared at his words, remembering now that you had a crew to return to, and that in fact you were that supposedly dead person, you laughed nervously, wanting to resume your search, although there was no need.

"Hey, Jinbe, here! We were looking for you."

You blinked like an owl as you saw Luffy greet him with his characteristic smile, calming down as you saw the others walking a little further behind calmly, you smiled fondly when you saw them, making eye contact for a second with your captain as you sipped the drink you had gotten before, he casually greeted you by saying your name and you waved back, focused on finishing your drink.

"Wait a moment, you…" he narrowed his eyes looking at you again, drawing the attention of the others "Are you the twin of our dead comrade!?"

You choked on your own drink, Chopper patting you on the back.

"No uh- in fact it's me, the original, only and loved-"

"WEREN'T YOU DEAD!?"

You covered your ears when you heard Nami's scream, your tongue went dry and your body seemed to get smaller when you saw her gaze, everyone had different emotions reflected ─Luffy and Zoro were still a little confused because they really thought you have a twin─ but Nami was the most furious, she started hitting and pushing you.

"GIVE ME BACK THE TEARS I SHED FOR YOU!"

"AW, OH, SORRY!? YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD!"

You ran in circles avoiding the navigator, protecting your head from her light blows while you apologized for not having warned that you 'rose from the dead'.

"Well, who knows, maybe it's a zombie."

"Robin, you're not helping me."

You whimpered, hiding behind Sanji and Franky, waiting for Nami to calm down, it wasn't a reunion like you planned ─you didn't plan anything─ but everyone felt a little relieved, leaving behind the bitterness of losing a partner and enjoying your company now that you were with them again.

[queenofallimagines]

Omg hello!! I just read your devotee headcanons(they were all amazing I loved them) for the brothers and I just wanted to ask if you could do one for guardian angel simeon???in my religion we believe that every person has a guardian angel so imagine how funny it would be when you come down to the devildom and simeon is like :o it's you!!

Certainly beloved!💕 I think this one might be the longest😭

Simeon:

- unlike the others, notices right off the bat

- He’s been assigned to you since before birth like come on he could recognize you by just an eyelash

- Will be slightly hurt if you don’t recognize him

- “You don’t remember me?🥺 but I sing you a lullaby when you were 2”

- Sir…. Please be serious, that’s like 3 seconds of memory

- Will passive aggressively push for you to move in with him in purgatory hall

- Lucifer is exhausted because he’s always there

- “You act like you LIVE here. Go back to YOUR dorms!”

- “Bold of you to think I would leave MY precious, amazing human here will all of you unsupervised”

- He’s not about to stop being clingy neither

- Sharing old stories at student coy meetings like you have got to stop him before he gets out a photo album 😭

- Scolds you like a parent

- “I know you’re now doing what you shouldn’t be”

- Luke is your honorary baby brother

- Will ask Luke to watch you like he’s tall enough to reach the microwave

- “Luke I’ll be back in a minute make sure they don’t have any more sweets”

- Like you’re literally grown💀please tell him to back off a little or this will get worse

- When he realizes he’s falling for you in a way Guardian Angels shouldn’t. He panics

- This the same shit Lilith did

- And he got demoted for just AGREEING with Lucifer about the war

- Hides it like he’s gonna take it to the grave, especially from Luke

- You notice he starts avoiding you a little and will lie through his teeth that he’s just feeling a little under the weather

- Lucifer peeped game though, and he’s like yeah absolutely NOT

- he’s not letting anything else happen to any more of his Family

- Will lock your ass up until he gets Simeon alone to have a talk with him

- Like you now have a curfew 😭

- Listen…. He would tear apart the entire exchange program over lesson 16,,,,

- Like y know how Diavolo said Simeon is the ONE person he doesn’t want to piss off?

- Yeah it’s like inconsolable now

- In any timeline any life any dimension he will feel you’re endanger

- In like Bible canon they really can’t help unless god gives them the okay so they’re often times forced to watch the one they were bound to protect suffer

- But this is the devildom and he don’t really got eyes down here. So who’s to stop him from coming to your aid??

- Even though you’re “technically” okay he’s still like not having it

- As soon as it happens he feels a sharp cold pain throughout his entire body and drops whatever he’s holding

- Struggling to remember how to breathe all he can think about is sprinting to the house of lamentation

- Busts open the doors to see you in mammon arms, and it’s like his whole world shatters

- He hears belphie laughing, and he’s never felt rage like this before

- Lucifer is fighting for his LIFE because he’s having to balance feeling grief, shock,rage, and also try to keep his brothers from going off the deep end so he’s like frozen

- Can’t think fast enough to stop Simeon from unleashing some divine punishment on this spoiled brat

- Lucifer does snatch him up because he will literally kill him in cold blood right there if he doesn’t reason with him

- Almost snaps back on Lucifer before you show up again for the intermission

- Shaking and crying with relief

- You’re gonna make him literally faint MC please😭

- Like don’t the angels use a LOT of magic to keep their emotions in check so they don’t go crazy like demons do?

- They’re having to suppress every emotion ever and dull those

- So he’s got like a couple of eons of just raw feelings pent-up beating his ass all at once

- When you explain the reveal he’s like REALLY about to throw up

- Lucifer and everyone are like feeling relief and are glad you’re okay

- Almost wants to break mammon arms for holding you and barely letting anyone else get near you

- But he’s frozen in shock too

- Lucifer side eying Simon like,,,,, me too bro, but he has NO idea how to talk to him about that?

- Settles for holding you as tight as possible and whispering a prayer into your hair for protection

- Teaches you to use your angel powers

- But doubles down on his over protectiveness

- Helicopter angel now

- Which doesn’t really mesh well with Lucifer’s attachment anxiety

- will come pick you up at random ass times and whisk you away for no reason

- Like the exam is in a month why are you studying devildom history now???

- Causing Lucifer to freak the fuck out when he does his randomly scheduled MC room check-ups

- Doesn’t even think to text you before hyperventilating

- Luckily enough, the first time you come back with Simeon attached at the hip

- Him and Lucifer have gotten into it a few times over this

- Dia is forced to call a student council meeting without you present

- You and Luke think the meeting is tomorrow and are making snacks

- he’s like okay Simeon you can’t keep doing this

- And he goes OFF

- Like this is HIS fault for not watching and protecting you

- Like if this is supposed to be for human angels and demons to coexist you’re doing a shit job

- Almost single-handedly shuts down the program by saying he will take you home and make sure they never get near you ever again

- Lucifer feeling so much guilt he can’t breathe is trying to be in his best behavior and be rational, but Simeon is relentless

- He’s talking out the side of his neck until he snaps back on some “you’re literally following in Lilith’s footsteps! Do you not think that the celestial real won’t also deal out a punishment for MC? You falling from grace isn’t the only thing on the line here.”

- OOP

- It’s suddenly crickets

- Even Barbados is like 😦🫢

- He can’t even deny those allegations so he’s just like glaring at him

- Solomon steps in bc WOW this is getting crazy

- Reasons with him that because you have a pact with all of them now they CANT hurt you and you’re training under him as a sorcerer so you’ll be fully equipped to defend yourself from anything

- Simeon relents at least sitting back down in his chair

- Explains there really nobody best as a candidate for representing the three realms than you being a part of all three of them

- (Lilith when she died wasn’t an angel or a demon but something in between so in my head MC has always been all three; human demon and angel and that’s why they’re extra immune to demon magic)

- Simeon agreeing to chill out a little bit swearing if anything else ever happens to you, he wouldn’t hesitate to target whoever’s directly responsible

- Imagine how awkward the actual meeting is tomorrow 😭

- You’re having a great morning and everyone holding they breath

- Barbados my beloved is the only one who’s got enough sense and acting skills to act like nothing happened

- When you stop lord Doavolo mid-sentence to ask what the FUCK is up with these rancid vibes

- Barbatos kindly informs you that it’s the stress from a new school event that diavolo has yet to announce

- “It happens annually (lie) and it’s usually very exhausting to put together. Perhaps you can alleviate some of that for us.”

- Everyone subtlety lets out the breath they were holding seeing you so excited to help out

- Barbatos stirring the pot a little more ALSO suggests you run the maid bunny café

- Suddenly everyone forgets what the elephant in the room was and is now talking over each other

- There was no school event btw LMAO so they just had to make one up and then take three weeks to prepare for it.

- Great way to lift the spirits though✨

[twilghtkoo]

summary. haechan gets hurt but you know that with him it’s not going to be as simple as putting a band-aid on it

pairings. haechan x reader (f)

genre. fluff, crack? friends to lovers??

word count. 1.64k

warnings. mentions of blood, a creepy man stares at reader

notes. me finding hello kitty bandaids in a store and buying them sparked this idea so :D like and reblog if you enjoy this !!

masterlist

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your dear friend is one stubborn person. one who seeks excitement wherever he can find it and likes to find things out the hard way. in this case being, falling off of a skateboard. you told him to not ride too fast and to not go down the small pavement hill, and what did he do? go down the hill riding too fast. the hill had caused him to accelerate unwillingly and him not being able to stop himself before he collided with the ground.

you gasped at the scene from the bench that was a bit of a distance between you and haechan, who is lying still in the grass. he’s not dead, just lying face down suffering from embarrassment and moaning in pain.

you let out a big sigh, grabbing all of yours and his belongings before crouching down next to the limp body.

you carefully reach out your hand to place on his back. “haechan…”

he flinched at your presence, turning over slowly. “no go away, let me lie in my own embarrassment and pain alone.” he breathes out. his eyes are shut tightly as he holds his hip and his knees brought to his chest.

you roll your eyes at him, shoving his hand away to take a close look at his knee. “you’re a drama queen, you know that?”

his knee suffered the most from the fall, his hip for sure will have a bruise tomorrow.

you wince at the blood, the . “you’re bleeding haechan, we have to get back to the bench so i can clean it up.” you inform him.

he shakes his head, bringing his forearm to cover his face. “no, just leave me here to bleed out.”

you scoff, shaking your head before you take the arm that hides his face and pulling him up to his feet.

“shit,” he curses.

you allow him to use you for support as you both struggle to make your way back to the park bench. he sits himself down and finally glances at his knee.

his eyes bulge out at the bloody sheet on his knee. “ew, oh my god, that’s a lot of blood.”

you nod, “it’s not too bad, thank goodness. stay here i’m going to run to the convenience store and get stuff to clean it up.” and you’re gone before he can argue, leaving him alone with a bloody knee and an aching hip.

the doorbell chimes once you walk into the store, giving the worker a nod as you make your way to where the bandages are. there’s the store brand, a brand you recognize from tv and there’s some fun cartoon ones. pokémon, baby shark, toy story and others.

a certain box is quickly in your hands as you smirk to yourself. grabbing a few other things before making your way to pay for it.

“hey squirrel, did you see how i fell? was it embarrassing?” haechan speaks to the small animal that is munching on something next to his feet. the squirrel doesn’t react in any way, obviously. and he wonders to himself why he doesn’t listen to you, knowing you’re always right. why did he itch to go down that stupid hill and tumble to his doom. in front of you.

“look at all this blood. can you believe i fell in front of the girl i like.” he speaks again, but more like to himself as he stares at the gash on his knee and the drop of blood trickling down his leg.

you and him are close friends. first meeting each other at the movie theater when a few studio ghibli movies were showing. you ripped his ticket up in your cute work uniform behind the counter, making small conversation and telling him that spirited away was your favorite movie and telling him to enjoy the film.

and he enjoyed the film, even coming back out the theater room and finding you in the same spot you both met earlier. you were a quiet character, not much of a talker but just because you didn’t really have much to say but you loved listening. you love and care for people in your own way, something he admires and loves about you. to strangers you may seem closed off but when you grow comfortable with someone you’re very high spirited.

he hears footsteps running quickly to his side, the squirrel scurrying off probably to the tree behind him. goodbye, little friend.

you slow your pace down once you’re near him, a warm smile on your face as you wave the bag in your hand in front of him.

“i’m back,” you huffed, crouching and placing the bag down next to you. your bottom lip is sucked in between your teeth, deeply concentrated as you take out the essentials.

“i’m just gonna clean it with water real quick, okay?” you show him the water bottle and napkins in your hands.

you carefully pour the liquid onto the napkins, your hand grabs the back of his knee as you bring it closer to the abrasion.

before the wet cloth touches him, he flinches away. “wait!” he yelps.

you jump, “what?”

“i’m scared,” he pouts.

your hands drop. “of what?”

“it’s gonna burn!”

“oh my god, haechan do not start.”

he lightly kicks his leg away from you, shielding his wound with his hands.

“haechan i will literally hold you down, it’s not gonna hurt that bad. i promise.” you try to threaten him. you reach for his leg again, wiping the blood that trickled it’s way down and stained his white socks.

his eyes follow another pair of feet walking past you, a man in a tracksuit ogles at your back. haechan follows his eyes to you, and he realizes you’re wearing a dress. haechan’a eyes narrow at the man but the stranger isn’t ashamed as he keeps looking back at you. he’s sure the man can feel his hard stares but is just ignoring him and that makes his blood coil. haechan shrugs his zip up sweater off and cooly throws it over your shoulders, it’s big enough on you to cover the draft to any passersby’s.

you look at the sweater on your shoulders but ignore it, he observes you for a bit before dropping his shoulders. “hmph, fine.”

“and look!” you gasp, reaching down beside you to hold out the small box of hello kitty band aids with a big smile curving your lips upwards.

haechan’s face deadpans. “how old are you?”

you frown, taken back. “what? they’re bandages, but cute. do you want to bleed out? don’t disrespect miss hello kitty.” you stuck your chin out.

he laughs, “i’m a grown ass man, i’m not slapping hello kitty on my battle scar.”

now it’s your turn to laugh. “a grown ass man that fell and acted like he was on the brink of death. yeah, okay. give me your knee,” you demanded.

you quickly dab as much blood away as you can through haechan’s hisses. wiping away the dried blood was a bit hard since he was fighting you but it’s all clean.

“green or pink?” you ask.

he tilts his head, thinking before he answers green.

you take the selected band-aid, the hello kitty that is customized with a green bow and green dress, a blue colored sky behind her and a red flower on the ground that matches her outfit. how cute.

you peel it off from the wrapper, gently placing it over his wound.

you crumble the trash in your hands and place it inside the grocery bag. “all better now, see? wasn’t so bad.”

you stand up, wincing from the position you were sat in for so long before haechan’s long, slick fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“wait, you forgot something.” he tells you.

��huh, what did i forget?” you genuinely ask.

he looks at you seriously. “you have to kiss it better, so it’ll heal quicker.”

your lips part and your cheeks heat up. “what…” the word barely leaves past your lips.

he raises his eyebrows expectantly, as if he’s waiting.

you shake your head, snatching your hand out of his grasp. “be serious, haechan.”

“i’m being very serious,” he tells you. “come on, don’t you want me to get better?”

“it’s just a scrape, your leg isn’t broken.” can he hear the thumping in your chest? god, it’s like it’s ringing in your ears.

you know he’s not gonna let you get away without actually kneeling down and kissing his knee. he will put up a fight in this park and you know it. he likes to tease you.

but how can he ask that question so freely. your lips have never touched any part of his skin because friends don’t do that!

it’s like he loves torturing you, contributing these heartfelt acts unknowingly like an arrow to your heart.

“you big baby.” you mumble out, crouching down and taking a clear glimpse at the cute bandage on his skin, it makes you smile.

haechan gazed at you, anticipating the moment your lips touch his skin. he is so sure that once your lips come in contact with his knee, he’ll be able to run a marathon. can you hear the thumping in his chest?

your face nears his knee, you pucker your lips and you gently place a kiss just below the bandage.

you clear your throat. “there. better now?” you try to act cool, standing to your feet and peering down at your friend.

“i don’t know, can you watch how far i run?” and your friend zooms past you, running across the grass field as if he wasn’t whining and limping by your side just a few moments ago.

“what the hell?” you shout out, chasing after him. “how are you running? yah, lee donghyuck!”

[asha-mage]

I've been going through rough stuff the last few days, and one of the things I've been doing to hold it together has been going on Youtube and re watching this scene from The Good Place, sometimes about ten times in a row-

(The Good Place, Season 3 Episode 12: Pandemonium)

I am confidant now, having watched it several hundred times at least, that it is easily the best written, preformed, and directed scene in TV I've ever seen, but I want to especially focus on this one exchange, this one moment that still kicks my ass every time:

Eleanor: "There has to be meaning to existence, otherwise the universe is just made of pain, and I don't like the thought of that, so tell me the answer!"

Janet: "I know how you feel."

This moment? This exchange? Is a perfect clean summation of the argument of The Good Place. What is the point to existence? Why do we suffer and go through all this torment and pain and grief? In a world that seems so cold and indifferent and cruel and full of arbitrary random harm why are we trapped here? What is the reason for it all? The answer?

I know how you feel.

That's the answer. The point is that we're not alone. Our grief and our pain give us the ability to empathize with others who are going through the same. We lean on each other, and we help each other get through the day, and we struggle to maybe make the world a better place then it was yesterday. It isn't fair. It is cruel and infuriating and wretched. And we have the choice of doing nothing about that, or doing something. We keep going, keep trying because we can recognize our selves in others through our shared burdens, and hopefully make them less- if not for us, then for those that come after. We try because of those five simple words: I know how you feel.

I....I lost someone this week. Someone I loved very dearly. And then someone I have never met, never spoken too before in my life reached out with that same message. I know how you feel. Because they did- they had been in this exact circumstance before. And that...that made it a little easier to get up today, and put one foot in front of the other, and make coffee and get dressed, and go about my day.

It still hurts. But I'm not alone in that hurt, and I know I can survive it because someone else did too. Someone told me, I know how you feel, and it didn't change the grief or the anger or the guilt or pain. But it made me a little less alone in the universe. And I am very grateful to that stranger as a result.

[theconstellationprincess]

Whumptober Day 12: Underground caverns

On an extended trip to visit Durin and his family, Elrond forgoes mentioning the fact that being under the open sky is actually quite important for an elf's health. Durin worries.

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It started with some fatigue, barely enough to be noticeable to anyone who doesn't know Elrond, doesn't know how to see the glow that constantly surrounds him and recognize when it is fading. Durin does, and so he is concerned when Elrond sits heavily at the table- the one stolen from his High King- and the light has dimmed.

They have been having a wonderful time, during his stay. Elrond gets on exceptionally well with Disa and their children, something that warms Durin's heart to see. He had not said anything about being bothered, but Durin has doubt's that Elrond would speak up if something was bothering him.

20 years ago perhaps, but the elves in Lindon seem to have watered down the fire that used to burn so brightly in Elrond, and he is far more unsure of himself nowadays. Durin keeps a close eye on him throughout the day, and the glow does not fade more, but it does not recover either.

He keeps his mouth shut until the children have been put to bed- dozing off to the soft sound of Elrond's voice as he tells stories about a pair of twins that Durin finds himself enjoying. When it is just the adults left awake, before Elrond can take his leave but after Disa has retired, Durin speaks to him seriously.

"What's bothering ya?" He asks, voice stern as he stares at his old friend. He will not have Elrond suffering in his home, not when their relationship is still tenuous in its renewal. Durin does not want anything to grow between them and push them apart.

Elrond blinks at him, looking earnestly confused as he takes a moment to sift through his thoughts before speaking. "Whatever do you mean? I am perfectly well." But he is not, and Durin can tell by the waver in his voice that Elrond is trying to convince himself as much as he is Durin. Durin sighs and rubs a hand down his face to his beard, stroking it for a moment.

"Yer not glowing like you normally do." Elrond tenses, and Durin frowns because the glow fades even more. He reaches out, though to what purpose he doesn't know, but pauses when Elrond leans away from his hand. There is a dull shine in Elrond's eyes that hints at old pain, and Durin finds himself startlingly out of depth.

"I had forgotten you could perceive it," Elrond mutters, more to himself than Durin, looking down at his lap. Speaking louder, he looks towards During with a smile that does not reach his eyes, "It will be fine, I simply-" Elrond hesitates, looking vaguely ill for a moment. "Require more rest."

"Liar." Durin responds, looking deeply into Elrond's eyes. He softens, at the anxiety he can see clearly as day. "You can tell me, Elrond. I will not be angry with you for being unwell." And he must have hit the nail straight on the head because Elrond flinches and looks away, tense as anything.

A moment of silence passes, and Elrond drops his shoulders from where they'd gone up to his ears. "I need to leave, soon." His voice is very soft, apologetic in a way. "Being away from- Elves are not meant to dwell underground for long periods."

"Visiting us is making you sick?" Durin questions, leaning closer to Elrond. "What- Elrond you should have said something. I can always be the one who makes the trip-"

"I didn't want to impose, and it is fine for short periods but this... this has been pushing it. I only... I do not want to leave, I do not want to have to leave, and it is frustrating." Durin hums and moves so that they are sitting next to each other, thighs flush. Stupid elf- his stupid elf.

"You will leave tomorrow," Durin tells him after a long pause, "And return within a few months." Elrond gives him a weak smile and nods, chuckling wetly.

"I will miss you," He mumbles, fidgeting with his cloak. Durin sighs and pats his thigh.

"We will miss you too, which is why you have to come back soon, or I'll send Disa to drag you back." He threatens, fighting back his own smile when it sends Elrond into soft laughter. They sit in quiet for a little longer, watching the fire burn, until Elrond stands.

"I must rest for the journey tomorrow. Thank you, old friend." Elrond says softly, resting his hand on Durin's shoulder for a moment, and then he is gone.

Durin sighs and heads to his and Disa's bedroom. She is asleep, so he quietly slides in next to her and shakes his head. Elves and dwarves, not compatible by any sense of the word, and yet Elrond remains a true friend to him, albeit one he spends far too much time worrying about.

[normal-with-adhd-is-a-joke]

If you are a "disability advocate" be normal about emotional support animals. I am not asking. Do it.

The only time I ever see ESAs brought up by non-handlers in disability circles is to complain about them. Mainly, to complain about people who bring them into public spaces. This is fine, they're not supposed to be in public and it does cause issues for service animal handlers, but the problem is when the criticism extends to criticizing the concept of ESAs, which happens quite often. I've recently seen more disabled people and allies advocate for more restrictions on ESAs, or for them to stop being protected altogether, and I need to emphasize that this is an incredibly dangerous, ableist stance.

First and foremost, ESAs are a real thing in the U.S. If you're from outside the U.S. feel free to chime in about how they work where you're from, but I'm from the U.S. so I can only offer my experience. ESAs are recognized by the federal government under the Fair Housing Act (FHA). The category that includes service animals and ESAs is called "assistance animals".

ESAs are not legally pets. They have fewer rights than service animals, but they have more rights than pets. ESAs are not subject to "no pet" rules in housing, nor are they subject to pet fees or pet security deposits. They are also generally exempt from breed and animal type restrictions. The law has some caveats about this like not causing undue financial stress to the housing provider or damage to the property. These rules also exist for physical accessibility (i.e. wheelchair accessibility), they're generally to protect against significant damage or alterations to the property without the permission of the housing provider. If the presence of an animal doesn't cause a health and safety risk, doesn't cause excessive damage to the property, and is necessary to afford a disabled person equal use of the property, then landlords and other housing organizations pretty much have to act like the ESA isn't there.

ESAs can be any animal. Most are dogs or cats but birds, rodents, snakes, pretty much any animal that's legal to own can be an ESA. Of course, just because it's legal doesn't mean it's ethical. Unfortunately, sometimes animals that can't reasonably be kept in a home by a private keeper, like primates and alligators, are claimed as ESAs. This is an obvious abuse of the system but it's difficult to prevent without harming legitimate handlers. In my opinion, focusing on tighter restrictions and more bans for exotic pets would do more for animal welfare than focusing on being weird about ESAs.

One of the common statements I see non-handlers make about ESAs is that they're just pets and don't serve any special purpose. This isn't the case. ESAs must help with at least one effect of a person's disability in order to qualify as an ESA. One of the main purposes of ESAs is suicide prevention. Keeping up spirits can be very difficult for people with mental and physical illnesses, we might sometimes feel that we're not contributing anything to the world, that things would be better off without us, or that the distress we experience isn't worth pushing through. Having an animal that relies on you gives a sense of importance and responsibility. If you die, your ESA will have to adjust to a new environment and go through the stress of change. There's also a possibility that they could be alone without care if no one realizes you're gone, which unfortunately does happen with people who live alone sometimes. ESAs also motivate us to care for ourselves. Many severely mentally ill people, as well as many physically disabled people, struggle to motivate ourselves to get out of bed and live life. It can be easier to do nothing than to deal with the pain and fatigue associated with moving around, even if our health suffers as a result. Caring for an animal requires us to get up and move around our living space, sometimes doing things for ourselves in the process. ESAs can also help encourage us to take medications, stay off of addictive substances, go to doctor's appointments, and do other things to stay healthy in order to be able to continue caring for our ESAs. Basically that Simpsons "do it for her" meme.

ESAs are disability aids. They're important. They keep disabled people alive and healthy. Questioning their right to legal protection is ableism.

[balkanradfem]

I feel that any bad-faith argument about abortion needs to be turned into argument about quality and value of all life on earth. Because we are an intelligent species, and are capable of looking ahead and seeing the consequences of out actions.

For instance, we are living in a world with current ongoing wars, where certain people are given the orders to end thousands of lives, without any consequences or retributions. And yet this is not where pro-life is focusing their intent; apparently once babies grow up it's perfectly fine to gruesomely end those same lives in a genocide, or be starved to death during wars, that kind of thing just 'can't be helped'. But women can be pressured and guilted into birthing more babies, so apparently that's the way to go, sure way to increase the amount of suffering in the world.

But, you'll say, not all born babies will be killed off in wars (weird thing to say honestly), what about children who will live their lives safely and happily on this planet?

Well, tell me how?

Any child being born is going to experience the devastating effect of the climate change, they'll watch whole ecosystems collapse, animals going into extinction, and thousands of humans losing their homes and survival resources. They're being born into a misogynistic world, and if the child is female, she'll experience oppression that she won't even be able to prove is real to the male part of the population.

This child will grow up in the world where empathy is scarce, they'll be bombarded with news about human suffering almost every day, they're likely to come down with mental illness or at least feel that the future is bleak and brings more pain. They're also likely to fall victim to pedophiles, predators, and brainwashed boys who learned to sexually assault other kids due to the exposure of p*rn. Is pro-life trying to protect them from any of it? No. They're fighting to stop teaching them about puberty and what sex is, so once these traumatic things happen to them, they're unable to recognize them or speak about it.

But let's look into even more immediate effects of having a child born against their mother's consent. Once a baby is born, they're alive, but we all know that if they're not tended to, they'll die, experiencing nothing but pain. We always assume women will do this labour unprompted, but how can we assume this?

The forced mother, who is already traumatized from having to go trough forced birth, is likely both unwilling and without proper resources to care for a baby. The baby will feel this, they will know they're unloved. They'll know they're unwanted before they even grow up. As a solution to this, you suggest we blame and shame all mothers for not being good enough, for struggling with post-birth trauma or post-partum depression, for being unwilling to be a parent? You can't control what an unwilling mother does with her baby. You forced her to give birth but you can't do anything beyond that point.

Why did you do it? Why did you make sure a baby exists in a world where there is nobody who wants them, is willing to take care of them or give them a good life? What is it worth to you if there's another unwanted, unloved, suffering child out there? Does it make your life better if there's more human suffering? Do you fight for support of new mothers, for better healthcare, for better resources to take care of abandoned babies, for better institutions to take care of unwanted children? No. You feel entitled to women's unlimited labour and endless caretaking of children they don't want. You don't want to acknowledge it's undertaking of a huge scale, that requires endless resources, finances, complete exhaustion, loss of health, sleep, protection, sometimes education and career. It's nothing to you. Loss of quality of life, for everyone involved, means nothing to you.

As long as there is more human suffering. As long as mother didn't get any say over whether she'll become a mother or not, and how many times, and when. As long as her life was put at risk without her consent. As long as she was punished for something you consider she should be punished for.

And now I'm going to circle back to where I started, the war. Because mothers have to watch their children both go to war, risk their lives in war, and be killed in wars. After putting that endless amount of energy and resources to grow and raise a single child, they'll have to watch them go to slaughter. And what happens if a child dies, as a solider in a war? Mother gets payment for it. That's right. For having that child murdered by someone else, the mother will get paid. Murder of that child is not only okay, legal, approved by government and somehow necessary, but is also rewardable to the mother, who, had she refused to birth that same child, causing zero suffering to ensue, would have been punished. Nobody except the mother can get punished.

If the child was killed in a war, and not a soldier, nothing. Apparently loss of life with extreme amount of human suffering, is worth absolutely nothing. But refusing to put that life out there, is a punishable crime. Because it only matters if it's unborn or a newborn. Once that same baby grows up, it's slaughter time. Humans apparently lose value after they grow up, they're only worth as 'endless human potential' in unwilling hands, but after they've reached the age of 'not a baby anymore', worthless.

We have observed the world for long enough to see the consequences of the actions we make. Women are the only ones who can and should decide whether they are willing and able to bring another life into the world, that is worth living, that will provide a life which is livable, enjoyable, worth being alive for. Life is extremely precious and bringing it into the world where it will be subjected to neglect, torture, and possibly a painful death, is unacceptable.

Caring for mother's rights is the first thing that will improve any child's quality of life. Caring about the environment is the second. Ending wars and debilitating male's ability to even start a war, is a fight for life. Not fighting for them to take control of female bodies, which they'll use to make themselves endless supply of soldiers, endless war resources. Taking control from women always means putting it in hands of m*n, who don't find any problem with human suffering, who celebrate wars, find themselves at home doing massive murdering, torturing and raping of women and children.

Women in charge of life means making life compatible with joy, love, care and warmth. We are the only ones who give children have safety, community, care and protection only a willing mother can give. You're wrangling it away from us further away from control the women are. We are fighting for a world where every mother is willing, and every child wanted. Why aren't you?

[deepmochi]

დ .•*””*• hiiiiiii •*””*•.დ

what do you think about mars and pluto in 1st and lilith in 8th?

thank you!!!!!!

Hola

I will not talk about Mars because I have a whole post dedicated to Mars in the 1st house. You can check out my materialist.

I tried to write this thrice, and it didn't save it. I'm not suprise of this Scorpionic energy at all.

If you have Pluto- Asc or Lilith in Scorpio, you could resonate with this post too.

Just take what resonates.

⚠️Trigger warning⚠️: Mentions of sex, and I don't sugar coat.

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Pluto in the 1st house

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ꗃIt´s obvious to others like any other placement in the 1st. This recognition happens in a unconscious way.

ꗃA very dominant and passionate persona. It's them against the world.

ꗃTheir body has physical or evident scars. However, these scars can be on otheir behaviors as well.

ꗃDepending on the signs, the traits of that sign will be very evident to others. For example, water signs, this person is considered emotional intense but closed. Fire signs, ego problems and anger issues. Earth signs, ambitious and goal oriented. Airy types detach and unreliable in emotional situations.

ꗃTransformations affect directly their path, appearance, or aura

ꗃStrong physically, they don't feel pain easily as others. They can endure pain well.

ꗃThey could live under the impression that they don't deserve love.

ꗃThey have much trauma that makes them who they are

ꗃThere is an issue with sexuality; others may sexualize the individual often.

ꗃA very magnetic person, they attract reflectors with their strong presence.

ꗃthey will hide their emotions; detest sharing their feelings so easily.

ꗃA very independent native that suffers from insecurity at times.

ꗃ This native remains me of many purple characters. They look tough, but they are so soft when you get to know them. It's quite hard to open up for this person.

ꗃ Their persona is viewed as cold or too hard to get to know.

ꗃ People think they are mysterious or cold.

ꗃThe same as others 1st house placements, people would provoke a reaction. It's like a unconscious way that people do it.

ꗃ Dark eyes or intense eyes, you know when they are mad at you. It's scary. Mars is close in scary because they look like a volcano, but Pluto is plotting your end without giving you clues.

ꗃ People will obssess with how they look. Some can even try to touch them.

ꗃThey could be misunderstood because they look too friendly.

ꗃ Their lifetime path involve being proud of their experiences.

ꗃ They may prefer loneliness and cold weather.

ꗃ Something about wearing black and dark purple makes them stand out.

ꗃ Looks that can kill you.

ꗃ When they like someone, it is evident. Their vibes are intense with them.

ꗃ They have a cold beauty or they look good in black or dark purple.

ꗃ They are the crush of someone right now. Their whole aura is so mysterious

ꗃ Intense stares and killer eyes, especially when they're mad.

ꗃ Again with their eyes; they are very observant with how people behave.

ꗃ It seems like they want to control how to react to things. They don't want to be perceive as weak.

ꗃ It will not surprise if they were class president because they look too serious. People trust to more mature than them.

ꗃ When they recognized their weaknesses, it's the moment where they become at peace with themselves. They will give them a new power. Mistakes happens and as human we need to learn from it.

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Lilith in the 8th house☆

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❥Fear to open up to others, but get mad when others don't do it with them.

❥People want to see them as sexual objects only, especially men. It's possible that they start early with sexual intercourse, really young.

❥Society views and rejects their sexual input. They can popular for it, but society will reject them later on.

❥Lilith here will try to search revenge when someone hurts her.

❥Lilith knows pain really well, so she tries to avoid vulnerability, even in love.

❥Be careful with obtaining money form others; the consequences are there. Nothing is free, mental health too.

❥When Liliht is bad aspects, they should be careful with loans and dangerous contracts.

❥Men will try to steal their money or their sexual energy.

❥Sex is addictive, so be careful of it.

❥ Lilith will try to ruin someone finances by seducing them.

❥ They have inheritance goodies and from their female counterparts.

❥ Being sexual active can be liberating or inadequate. They should decide what sex represents to them.

❥ Sex intercourse can be traumatic or a beautiful experience.

❥ From a young age, they know others' fears. They can be so good at manipulating others.

❥ They have a strong magnetic presence; others fear and obssess over them.

❥ People may stalk them or be obssess with who they are with.

❥ They may perform for the male gaze very well. However, if they do it for instant validation, this would cost them their mental peace.

❥ Lilith is a seductive being, yet her body and her choice are link to be desired, which to an extend they should be careful with that idea.

❥ They think they know the best, and lack an objective take, especially when they are hurt.

❥ While writing this, it was so hard to save the info. I have to wrote two times. It's almost as this placement doesn't want to be explore. Ooh shoot, Lilith detest being exposed.

❥ During Scorpio season, many issues could arise and old skeletons come to visit you. Also, you may spend more. Transformations may come too.

❥ there is a issue with control. People control you in your first half, and now you want to control them. Wrong idea of love.

❥Sexual repression is a thing, and enjoyable sex is shameful; sex is viewed as painful. Sex was taught as non enjoyable act more if you are a woman. For a man, you shouldn't have feelings.

❥ They can sell their body through OF, pxrn or other places. Their genitalia is attractive. They could very popular. However, society will reject them for it.

❥ Water could help them to feel better, go to the beach or stay hydrated. Also, blue shades may look good or make you feel good.

❥ Be aware of contracts, also with partners. In the adult industry, be careful of unfair treatments.

❥ You know how life works, your gut is telling you things. Please listen, revenge is not always the answer.

❥ They don't forgive easily.

❥ If sex makes you feel empty, why you keep sharing your body? Go to therapy or stop giving your energy and life away. Your body is a temple.

❥ Exploring sexuality and sexual themes constantly.

❥ Jealousy and envy arise when their emotions aren't listen to.

❥ They have trust issues with themselves and others, more with partners.

❥ They use sex as a way to lurk others.

❥ Dharma and karma, you know how they work.

❥ Lilith may try to ruin her reputation and rebuild it again, like a cycle.

Idk why but I got this message, so maybe someone needs to hear it

I just want to say that don't judge yourself for the past. Love yourself with all your dark aspects. If you are a woman, sex should be enjoyable. Sending a virtual hug.

Take care💚

[lej222]

Hi!! I'm a big fan of your blog and I want to ask if you can share more scenes of Jisu displaying autistic behaviour? After reading your analysis about him I felt like I finally understood his character!😃

Hello! Thank you so much for your question, and of course I can! First, I want to mention that if Jisu is truly on the spectrum, Soonkki has done a spectacular job with his character. I don't know if she has someone close to her with ASD or she has done an excellent research, either way Jisu feels like a realistic person and it's something really hard to achieve, not just narratively but visually as well.

Episode 124 is the best example of Jisu being neurodivergent. Let's take a closer look:

Poor Jisu was not simply angry, he was livid. Not only he suffered an almost concussion because of Cheol, he was also humiliated in front of the whole school after being bullied his whole life. So Jisu's anger was justified, but it was still a big contrast to his usual calm behaviour. He was so furious he didn't even realize bumping into that post. To understand his actions, I have to talk about children with autism spectrum disorder.

If you've ever met a child with ASD, you probably know that they are different from their peers. It's NOT a bad thing, but it can easily make them feel like outsiders and a target of bullying. Autistic children have a hard time understanding and managing their emotions. In most cases, the child appears to be happy, sad, indifferent or angry. It doesn't mean they are not capable of experiencing other emotions or feeling empathy. For educators and parents it's important to teach them how to express more complicated and complex emotions and how to deal with negative feelings in other ways than getting angry.

Here, what we can see is Jisu not being able to regulate his emotions, almost like an outburst. Outbursts can happen when an individidual on the spectrum is overwhelmed with intense, often negative emotions. In this case, frustration and anger. Jisu loses his temper to the point he's not even aware of his surroundings. Even to the characters of the story, his actions are unusual.

This is my absolute favourite scene of Jisu displaying neurodivergent behaviour. Miae is asking him a question about his feelings, more specifically what he thinks of her. As I said before, most autistic people have a really hard time understanding and expressing their emotions. It's the same with recognizing and understanding the emotions of others - known as cognitive empathy. However, affective empathy for individuals with ASD is similar to neurotypical people, or might be even stronger - the ability to feel the emotions of others. So they might see that someone is sad not understanding why, but still feel the other person's pain.

Here, however, Jisu needs cognitive empathy - he needs to understand why Miae is asking him this question and decide how he feels. And my boy is simply malfunctioning and freezes on the spot, he even double checks the question with a confused expression.

Like in many other scenes, Jisu avoids eye contact when he has to react emotionally. He starts fidgeting, not knowing what to do with his hands and doesn't give a coherent response. Putting a neurodivergent person on the spot like this can make them feel very uncomfortable because they might need a moment to manage their thoughts and feelings.

It's not enough time for Jisu to form an answer or to really sort out his emotions, so he runs away saying he needs time to think about it. He even rubs his head, visibly contemplating about it. And we know some chapters later he indeed gives an answer - that it looks good. Jisu was not joking that he needed a moment, he thought about it and decided to share his opinion, which is btw super difficult for someone like him, that's why he again freezes up after his answer😃

I hope that in the future Miae will realize that Jisu means no harm and tries to understand him🙂 episode 148 shows us she's on the right track. Also, every individual with ASD is different so obviously I cannot generalize Jisu's actions, but at this point I think we have enough clues to suspect he's neurodivergent just like how Miae likely has ADHD.

Edit: if we look at the childhood interactions of Miae and Jisu, the difference between how they interact with others is very different. Miae was hyperactive, always running around and wanting to play while Jisu preferred being alone and didn't enjoy the games Miae and his peers played. You can see how he always walked the same way, with his hands on the straps of his backpack which could be a nice detail for repetitive behavior.

For anyone interested, I will put some good infographics here that sum up some of the differences between Autism Spectrum Disorder and ADHD.

[kathrahender]

Villain-Hero Relationships in Fiction

When a villain betrays a hero, a hero betrays a villain, a villain and a hero stop being allies after something happens or they decide not to ally at the last minute.

Me: Nonononono please not this thing again. Seriously I'm tired of this :/ Why can't you just stop betraying the heroes when they're loyal to you/when you have their hearts in the palm of your hands? Why can't you just stop betraying the villains when they were honest with the "I want to help you" thing? Why can't you just stop with the "You and I being allies was a one-time thing" stuff? Why can't you just stop with the "It's better if we do not ally" thing?

Honestly like I'm the only one who thinks they're better together, working in the same team? I'm the only one who thinks how great they would be if they were in the same side?

I'm the only one who thinks heroes should give the villains a second chance (or more chances, but real chances. I do not accept heroes offering villains to change sides and them not fighting to actually get villain's change of heart) and villains should being more sympathetic with the hero? (I don't know, but I think a hero would be more willing to join a villain/help a villain/understand a villain if they treated them with kindness and compassion instead of hurting them/trying to kill them or hurting/trying to kill their loved ones).

I'm the only one who thinks they should try to understand each other instead of fighting? I'm the only one who thinks the villain should be more human with the hero? (mostly because some of them went through the same things as the heroes and the villains would be hurting the only ones who can understand their pain-). I'm the only one who thinks they're the only ones who can ease each other's pain?

Please tell me I'm not the only one who wants them to recognize how similar they are, to realize they're two sides of the same coin. Tell me I'm not the only one who wants them to realize how both of them are suffering. Tell me I'm not the only one who wants them to be by each other's side and want them to be friends or family (and lovers in Cherik's and Lawrusso's case)

[loveemagicpeace]

What transits of planets teach you🧁🎨

🎨🧁Jupiter teaches you growth, wisdom and shows you a new perspective on life. It gives you many opportunities - but you can recognize/take them. It shows you new hope, it shows meaning to your life. It shows you a new path that you didn't know about before. Jupiter is like healing, giving us hope for something bigger and more beautiful. He gives us life and a path that leads us forward. We get gifts and it makes our lives easier. It shows us all the good sides and optimism.

🪐💫Saturn teaches you to see reality better and to react to it more quickly. Teach them discipline, maturity and self-respect. It teaches you to see things and take different perspectives. Act more responsibly. Saturn guides us through paths that we can do on our own. There always comes a time when we must translate that inner growth into concrete, outward terms. This transits are always a call to action in the real word. Saturn it is like father. He wants us to grow up and leave childhood behind. It shows us how we have grown and what we have outgrown. Saturn is a silent planet that leaves behind gifts that we did not expect. The reward that comes is always greater than what we endured.

💚🧞‍♂️Uranus confronts us with change. Teach us how to fit in and become unique. It changes our habits. Uranus teaches you to stand behind what you are, to resist everything that is opposite to you and to dare to go in the opposite direction. Changes come unexpectedly and unpredictably. We become more free-thinking and don't let others lead us. It guides us through understanding our relationships and friendships.

🧜🏼‍♀️🧚🏼‍♀️Neptune the ability to experience inspiration, dreams, fantasies, faces of life's drama. You are going through a spiritual period and at the same time a mystical one. You learn to face the unknown. Our dreams and artistic abilities grow. We get to know our inner world. It teaches us to relax and just observe. We get back the vision for our life that we somehow lost. Listen to your inner voice. Let him guide you. This is a good time for meditation, yoga and self-discovery. This is also the time when we can meet astrology.

🌊🥶Pluto shows us strength and helps us find it. It shows us how strong we can be if we want to be. The ability to heal one's soul, recovering the energy needed to find an altruistic mission in life, thereby filling one's consciousness with a sense of ultimate purpose. Can we face our deep wounds and fears? Will they recognize our inner gifts? Pluto guides us through a transformation that is emotional, deep and mysterious. It reveals the truth that we can face. We can let go of the old so that we can start anew.

🍒👄Mars encourages us to do something, it gives us more energy. It encourages us to take a step. We must face a fear, striking an effective blow against whatever standts between us and our legitimate golas. Finer shadings of emotion may be buried. With Mars, all we can do is take a deep breath and then do what is necessary. Maybe the situation explodes in our face, but only maybe. as a snarling German shepherd with glazed eyes and a foaming mouth. We feel overwhelmed. Sometimes we suffer terrible reversals, physical or emotional pain that seems to strike us randomly, through accidents or other people's malice. Otherwise, ego either implodes into depression and a sense of "being a victim," or it explodes into waves of ignorant, arrogant, cowardly destructiveness.

🧸🫀Venus encourages us to do something for ourselves, to enjoy the beauty that is given to us. To meet someone, to have a romance. Venus shows us beauty& goddess of the arts. Maybe we will go to the theater, an evening listening to music, a morning walk by the sea or strumming our old guitar. We realize that we are not alone. This is the time to hang out with friends or our lovers. This is good for a hug, a kind relationship. To realize our worth. Many times venus bring wisdom, some new perspective. Venus may offer us a quiet night with cup of tea.

☀️⚡️Sun teaches us to accept a part of our personality, who we are. Maybe during the transit of the sun, we become more egocentric, self-conscious, proud, stubborn. The sun gives us inspiration and joy. Whatever the Sun touches is simply emphasized in our awareness by the contact. When the transiting Sun hits a trigger point, it is as if all the intensity of our life force were focused on that particular dimension of existence. The best way to view the transits of the Sun is to think of them as a big, celestial searchlight.

🌙🍬Moon shows us emotionality, where we are most emotional at that time and what should take over. Transits of moon are often dramatic. The transits of the Moon illuminate the daily impact of the unconscious mind upon the ego, of soul upon personality. It represents our everyday emotions and how we deal with it. The moon creates events that we remember and stay in our hearts. The memories that we create with others.

🌴🐚Mercury helps us to get to know things that we haven't until now. It gives us new information to face. Usually it has to do with our mentality and communication with others. We mean something that may not be what it seems. We think about things and people around us and create a picture, which in the end turns out to be different. We think that someone is angry with us, but in reality they are just tired of things. We are open for new changes, new experiences. We are facing objective truth. The mind becomes overwrought. We tend to get nervous. We chatter. Usually because we are resisting some critical new concept, desperately trying to hold together our old model of the world rather than allowing ourselves to flow into a clearer, more mature picture of life and of our place in it. We have to talk.

-Rebekah🧚🏼‍♀️💕🌊

[thejesterstears]

I am gonna ramble here a bit, partially meta and partially headcanon so...? Bear with me lol.

So I had seen someone share that according to the series' pitch doc, Pomni is described as a "rational and level-headed" person (I have not seen the doc myself as it was only shared via Glitch Inn, but if anyone else has it available I would love to see the whole thing). And I think the show has already done a wonderful job of portraying this part of her, in episode 2 alone. I know some people were preemptively worried that "nervous" was going to be her one defining trait, basing it on her behavior in the pilot alone, so it was great to see that there's so much more to her. And while honestly I do hope that her anxiety plays at least a partial role in the series--specifically her learning to overcome it while relying on her new friends in this digital hellscape she now calls home--I really love the direction her character has taken so far. She's proven already to be a thoughtful, logical, level-headed person able to help others and is well-articulated in expressing as much.

On that note, I do still think she very likely struggles with anxiety. This is all theorizing that could very well get thrown right out the window as more episodes come out and we learn more about her, but just hear me out. I fully believe that the reason she was able to sympathize so closely with Gummigoo's fears and feeling of nothingness is because she has personally experienced those feelings herself even before her life in the circus (evidenced by her stating that it's something she is familiar with "where she's from," in her old life). She understands how painful it is to endure and doesn't like to watch others suffer the way she has, and wants to be able to provide what comfort she can and grasps better what might help ease some of his sorrow because she knows what has helped/would have helped her to hear. As someone with anxiety who also has a tendency to reach out to others due to empathizing heavily with them, I really related to this scene and her actions a lot.

I'd also like to touch upon the fact that it's apparent how Pomni is also the type who responds better to talking out her emotions, to feeling like she is being listened to and understood, rather than blindly told that everything will be okay and attempting to be cheered up (hence, why she was so turned off by Ragatha's "toxic positivity" and felt that she was being talked down to, despite Ragatha's good intentions). She recognized that Gummigoo was in a bad place, one that she related to deeply, and rather than try to cheer him up she heard him out and validated his feelings--the way that she needed to be heard and validated in her struggles. I think this would be part of her "rational" mind at work, needing to actually sort out her emotions and talk about them with someone who really understands where she's coming from in order to process and feel better about the situation rather than be pacified about her feelings (because it really sucks to simply be told everything will be fine and to not worry about it when you have anxiety and are already upset about the situation). Gummigoo inadvertently helped her as much as she helped him, by giving her sort of a vehicle for airing out those feelings and sympathizing with someone on how miserable it is.

This next note might not be much on its own but I felt like it was worth bringing up because it was something that had been on my mind since first watching the pilot--while she is more than capable of being level-headed and a practical problem solver, it seems that under severe stress she's more likely to make bad decisions. I honestly hesitate to say she was being selfish in abandoning Ragatha twice in the pilot, because she was reacting on fight-or-flight impulses in a situation that was extremely unfamiliar and terrifying to her while also still trying to convince herself that this was only a dream rather than actually trying to desert her. She did make an effort to help before her desperation for an escape took over. But it seems clear that in certain situations she lets her panic cloud her judgement. We also see that she easily dissociates entirely when under extreme stress, needing to be snapped back to attention, and she also expresses very self-protective body language (keeping her arms close in front of her, keeping her shoulders hunched, she also tends to hold her own arm at times as if self-comforting the same way Ragatha tends to do).

So. Those are just some observations from what we have seen of her so far, of her anxious tendencies but also her ability to be a source of emotional support to others likely based on her own experiences.

This kind of leads me into what I would love to see in the series, going forward. Now that we've seen that Pomni is beginning to accept her fate and realize she's not alone in her predicament, I'd love to see how she might end up really learning to rely on the others to help keep her tethered to her sense of self in her new life, help her cope with her anxieties as they arise. But I'd equally love to see her helping her new "family" here, as well, in along the same vein as she helped Gummigoo. Just an example, but I would love to see her actually confront Ragatha on her endlessly sunny disposition when she clearly sees how forced it is sometimes, and let her know it's okay to just not be okay and to allow herself to be vulnerable and sad and angry about their situation sometimes...because I feel like if anyone is going to be able to get Ragatha to open up, it would be Pomni. A fresh face in the circus who understands how hard it can be to not feel heard and to struggle alone, who doesn't want anyone to feel as if they are nothing the way she very likely has in the past (and, as evidenced by her fears of being quickly forgotten in her own nightmares, still likely struggles with).

I hope my rambling here makes sense but TL;DR--I adore Pomni so much, how she's a multi-faceted character who has a lot to offer in the circus whether or not she realizes it yet, who has her own fears and anxieties but can also use her own experiences to help others and offer the kind of hope and empathy that she would also want to receive. She's anxious but she's also smart and reasonable and capable of being emotionally sensitive with others. I'm so excited to see even more of her character development and how she learns to cope with her new life, and how she might help others cope as well.

(End disclaimer: please bear in mind that all of this comes from someone who struggles greatly with anxiety and also sees a lot of myself in Pomni so recognizes certain patterns that make me conclude that she very likely has anxiety as well)

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Could I somehow persuade you to post a snippet featuring adult Harry from the Star Splitter? 👀👀

just for you, anon!! i debated which one to snip and almost posted adult harry's very first encounter with draco, but that felt too much like a Moment to tip my hand on early, and so i decided to go for some classic, contextless healer potter in action hurt/comfort instead. enjoy!

“I can offer spell-relief for your throat and muscles, but it will knock you out,” Jack says softly. “If you’ll permit me—”

“No,” Draco says, shaking his head. He can’t be knocked out. He has to do—something. He doesn’t know what exactly, but the urgency and fear running through him can’t afford sedation right now.

“Fine. If you won’t let me do it here, let me take you back to mine and—”

“Absolutely not, I have to—” But the words cost him, throwing him into a rasping coughing fit as his throat strains.

“All you have to do is calm down and get well,” Potter cuts in, drawing Draco’s gaze back. He’s rummaging beneath his own lopsided toga, frowning until he pulls out what looks like a small satchel that expands as soon as he pulls it out of his pocket. Potter flips the satchel over and sifts through a number of vials and brightly-colored plasters with various cartoon characters depicted on them.

“You can’t—don’t make me—” Draco insists, coughing again.

“Draco,” Jack says very firmly, in a voice that never fails to make him snap to attention. “Stop talking. You’re hurting yourself.”

“Ron,” Potter suddenly barks out, and Weasley scurries over, giving Draco a very awkward look that plainly states how uncomfortable he is feeling bad for Draco. Potter leans up to say a few soft, unheard words in Weasley’s ear and then settles back in next to Draco when he jogs off. To Draco, he says, “We don’t have to knock you out to make you feel better. Just sit for a moment and catch your breath. It’ll be all right soon.”

“This isn’t a Niffler bite or a Kneazle scratch, Potter,” Jack says from his other side; Draco turns towards his voice again instinctively. “Draco’s a grown wizard suffering the aftereffects of an Unforgivable; I think you’re a bit out of your comfort zone.”

“My comfort isn’t the issue here, Camphor,” Potter says, the disdain in his voice so clear that Draco’s just grateful it isn’t directed at him for once. “Draco’s is.”

“I just think—”

“I’ve changed my mind,” Draco says, gritting his teeth around the pain, as Weasley returns holding a steaming goblet, handing it to Potter, who barely notices for bickering with Jack. “Knock me out, Weasley. I can’t listen to these two.”

Weasley manages a weak grin at him. “Been waiting years for another chance at that, Malfoy. Probably would if Harry wouldn’t knock me out.”

Potter huffs where he’s now bent over the goblet, emptying a few vials into it and stirring the contents with his wand held over it. He’s rolled up the sleeves of his jumper, revealing the various brightly-colored flora and fauna tattoos running up and down his forearms. Draco’s never seen them up close like this, at least not close enough to recognize the stag and the lilies that now have meaning for him, too, and he has to glance away, his thoughts a traitorous jumble.

“Too right,” Potter mutters at Weasley, which doesn’t help with the thought jumble, and then he holds the goblet up to Draco’s face. “Help him sit up more, Camphor, come on.”

“What’s in it?” Draco asks as Jack sighs but moves to help him, sitting behind Draco instead of at his side.

“A touch of Calming Draught with a splash of Muscle Pain Reliever and a dab of Bowtruckle honey for your throat,” Potter rattles off, not looking offended that Draco had asked. Then he ducks his head, strangely bashful, before adding, “Oh, and erm—chocolate. The sugar will help and—yeah.”

He holds the goblet out further and, when Draco’s hands come up trembling too much to hold it, he just gestures with it a little more insistently.

Ignoring Jack’s next sigh, his gusted out, “Draco, really, just let me—” Draco leans forward and sips from the goblet in Potter’s hands.

“I like chocolate,” Draco mumbles after the first swallow soothes his throat. It tastes divine, sweet and warming and healing, making him more able to handle the knowing, watchful look that Potter keeps on him, to deal with just how well he knows that gaze now.

“I know,” Potter says with a small, kind smile. It’s like nothing he’s ever seen from this version of Potter before—for Draco, Potter has only ever had scowls or sneers or frowns, taunting smirks or arrogant, teasing grins. It’s so eerily similar to his younger self, who gives Draco that sort of smile all the time, that Draco has to duck away from it, looking instead at Jack.

Who is glaring at Potter with the force of the sun.