#they can't break up with each other btw

[calamitoustide]

i posted this microfic months ago but then deleted it after a while but i was rewatching this episode of Gilmore Girls tonight and thought about it again... so here it is

come over

Three days. 

Hardly any time at all if you really think about it, but to Regulus it feels like it’s been decades. He’s spent most of it in bed, pathetic yes but he can’t help it. He hasn’t answered his phone. Hasn’t even let it ring. He can’t handle it really. The one person he wants to call won’t so it’s better just to not hear it at all. His bed should bring him comfort, but it’s cold and he wants to rip off his sheets with every breath he takes that’s not taken by another. He would if he could move, but his chest feels heavy and sleep has always been easier.

He’s spent so much time staring at the permanent park on his forearm, a “J” written out plainly. There’s nothing else it could be, that was the point. Never get a lover tattooed on you, they say, but Regulus didn’t listen. He even let him be the one to do it, he was so sure. He could remove it, or cover it up with something else, but the very thought kills him to even think about. He feels himself gagging at the idea of looking down and not seeing it there, of seeing something else. He wants to be separated from him but he wants no space at all. It’s his own fault, he has to remind himself of that. He was the one who landed the final punch. He was gripping the knife. He really didn’t mean to, but it means nothing when 

Sirius broke down his door yesterday, said they thought he was dying, and maybe he is. He certainly feels like he’s rotting. He felt the decay setting in as soon as James stormed out of the door. He can hardly say his name anymore. What once left his lips like a promise now sits behind it until he’s joking on it. Thinking of him isn’t like pushing on a bruise, it hurts worse. It’s a slicing of a knife, or a pulling apart of scars. Sirius made him get out of bed, no matter how much he yelled at them. He ran out of words eventually and Sirius’ grip was stronger than he could fight. They shoved him into the bathroom and forced him to shower, banging on the door every ten minutes to make sure he was actually doing it. Regulus wanted to kill them, and he wanted to hug them too. He doesn’t like how he gets when he’s not with James. He doesn’t really like who he is when he was with him either. It’s always a push and pull with him. Sirius couldn’t stay forever though, or at least Regulus faked being better long enough that they thought they could trust him. A bad idea on their part but Regulus won’t complain. They’re sitting up now, nails digging into their shin as the phone rings against his ear. It’s a bad idea. It’s a really bad idea. But his brain isn’t working and he just needs to hear his voice. He needs to… He can’t do this alone. He doesn’t care if James hates him. He knows him. If Regulus calls him and asks for him to come James will, even if it kills him. He’d do it. That’s just how James is. And maybe it’s selfish for Regulus to ask this of him, in fact he knows it is. He’s awful for asking it but he can’t help but take. 

He doesn’t pick up. Regulus chest drops, he can’t help it. He really messed up this time. “James, hi,” his voice breaks, it cuts off after every word. He sounds like shit if he’s being honest. “I don’t really know what I’m doing I just… I needed to hear your voice and I thought you’d pick up. I know that’s—do you remember one of the first times we talked?” He asks, he knows he shouldn’t. He’s taking it a step too far, but he can’t help it. “We weren’t together yet and I don’t even know if you know what I’m talking about but we were at that party. The one Sirius dragged me too. It was one of yours. I stayed out in the backyard the entire time trying to hide but you found me anyway. You sat down on the grass next to me and just started talking. You didn’t shut up no matter how much I told you to go.” 

He remembers it so vividly. He can picture James’ stupid outfit, it was his favorite, no matter how ridiculous it looked. Filled with mix-matched patterns and simply awful designs, but it was James. It screamed his name. As soon as they started dating Regulus shoved it so far back into James’ closet he couldn’t find it. He couldn’t stand it. Now he wants to see it again. “You didn’t even know me then but you told me if I ever needed anything you would be there. Not because of Sirius you said it was for me,” he’s full on crying at this point, hiccuping between his words. He hates himself for it. No matter how much he claws at his face to remove the marks they’re still there, burning holes in his skin. “And I need you now, James. I— I need you here. Just come over. Please just… come over I—“ 

His actions wash over him and he hangs up the phone as quickly as he called him. 

Fuck what has he done?

Despite not leaving the bed unless forced he jumps out and puts on his shoes. He’s still wearing James’ shirt, the one he left here the last time he stayed over. He shouldn’t be seen like this put he’s already out of the door. James has an awful habit of leaving his phone at home when he goes out. Regulus kept telling him to keep it on him.

“What if you’re in an accident?” He asked him, “What then?” 

“Well if I’m in an accident you’ll be with me,” James replied. “I don’t go anywhere without you.” 

Regulus’ chest aches. It’s a ten minute drive but he’s shaking by the time he makes it there. Time goes by quickly as slams on the break on the road in front of his house. He keeps a spare key in a little cat statue right next to the door. Again Regulus calls him an idiot for, but James doesn’t care. He always forgets his keys anyway, he needs a way to get inside. 

Without a thought Regulus leaps for it, there’s no car in the driveway so he’s probably safe walking in. No matter if he is or if he’s not he rushes inside, slipping on the floor on the way to the kitchen. James’ phone is sitting on the counter, completely untouched. With a sigh he opens it, he doesn’t even need to put the passcode in he put his face ID in it ages ago. James still hasn’t taken it off yet. 

It only takes him a few seconds really to find the voicemail and delete it. He deletes the missing call too, and any other sign of his break. He can’t have James know. He wouldn’t be able to bear it. Without another breath he slams the phone back down and rushes out of the door. His tires squeak on the way home, and he almost runs a red light trying to speed home. He doesn’t really fully understand what he’s done until he pulls into his own driveway to find the door wide open. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, quickly jumping out of the car. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” As soon as he breaks through the doorway he sees him, running out of the bedroom his eyes wide with worry. Fuck. “James—“ 

“Are you okay?” He asks, running up to him. “I come over here and you’re gone.” 

“You got my message,” Regulus says numbly. 

“My phone was across the house I was gonna answer but I didn’t get there in time,” James answers. “So I ran over here. I knocked there wasn’t an answer,” he lifts his hand, “I still have my key so I just…” 

Regulus can’t stop staring at it. It’s such a little thing truly. His eyes trail down the length of James’ arm, he can’t help himself. He needs to see it. Only a glimpse of it. The “R” is still there, imprinted into his skin. He wonders how long that’ll last. “Oh my god.” 

“You can have it back,” James shoves it in his hands, he doesn’t even ask for it. He doesn’t want it, it feels hot in his hand, like he’s look down and see a burn mark. “I just forgot about it I wasn’t—“ 

“I’ll never do it again,” Regulus croaks, blinking quickly. “Sorry I um—I’m fine. Just…” he can’t even look him in the eye. “I’ll never do this to you again. You asked for me to go away and I will. I told you I would so I just— I knew if I called you you’d come and that was awful of me to do.“ “It’s okay,” James whispers, hurt pulling at the end of his words. 

Regulus shakes his head, “I won’t do it again. Thank you for coming but you don’t—you don’t need to stay.” 

James doesn’t move at first, his eyes running over his face as if he’s looking to see if he really means it. Regulus wants him to see right through him. He wants him to stay. Kiss him even if it’ll break him. He wants to be hurt by him. Feeling something will be better than feeling nothing. He’ll take a little bit of James if this is the only other option. “Okay.” 

Regulus bites the inside of his cheek. He won’t cry while he’s here. He doesn’t want to force him to stay. He can’t do that to him. Even though he wants to. He wants him to hurt. He wants him to bleed. He can’t help it. “You should go.” 

“Yeah, I should,” James says distantly. Regulus wants to touch him, one last time at least. He wants to feel like his for a little while longer. He can’t handle feeling nothing, but James is already walking away. He leaves the house without a word and Regulus still has his key burning a hole in his hand. The door shuts and Regulus crumbles exactly where he’s standing. That’s it. There’s nothing more. He looks at the tattoo one final time, knowing he’ll never be able to mark over it. He’s still James’ no matter what happens now. He belongs to him. If James called him he’s show up just like James did now. Even if he finds someone new it won’t matter. He’s still his. 

He leans his head on the cold floor hoping it’ll take his headache away but it only makes him shiver at the thought of being alone forever. 

God. It’s only been three days. 

[bertoyana]

X-MEN: DAYS OF THE FUTURE PAST (2014)

[necrotic-nephilim]

How do you think bruce would react to a Robin pile situation?

oooh this is a fun thought. i think it depends *entirely* if you're working with a morally stable Bruce or a Bruce who's a little fucked up and dead dove-ish. somehow, i think it's actually more fun if it's a completely stable Bruce bc that adds so much more drama and issues if Bruce is deeply unsettled by the idea. if it was maybe just Jason and Dick or Jason and Tim dating that's sort of understandable. Bruce knows that while he may see them all as his sons (except Steph bc do know Robin pile will *always* include Steph for me and tbh Cass too as an honorary member. they're all going in the pile.) but he understands that doesn't mean they see each other as brothers. he respects the nuanced and complicated relationships scattered across all of the Batfam.

but if all of them are *dating*? or at the very least sleeping together? that raises a lot of logistical red flags. the most obvious one is the age gap of it all- at the biggest gap you have Damian and Dick who are an easy fifteen years apart, meeting when Damian is a kid. not to mention how many of them have tried to kill each other at some point. it shouldn't work and Bruce doesn't like that it does. Bruce has a history of wanting to control the relationships of the Batkids when he disapproves. and so he'd absolutely try to break them up. at first, he paints it purely as a logistical issue. saying it's smartest not to bring feelings into work and that this is dangerous. i think it's especially fun if this happens at a time when Bruce doesn't approve of Steph or Jason so that *also* plays into it, he doesn't want either of them near the ones he currently considers to be his family. he says he wants to protect them and wants to keep them safe. he tries to appeal to who he thinks would be more logical and listen to him the most. first Dick, and then when that doesn't work, Tim. and when neither of them listen, i *do* think Bruce would stoop to the low of trying to break them up by fabricating internal conflict between them, hoping to divide and conquer the weird polycule it's become.

while i don't think Bruce would be jealous in the sense he wants to be included, i *do* think he's wildly dislike the Robins having this close bond that makes them trust each other implicitly more than they trust Bruce. they will defer to each other before him and clearly keep things from him. he'd despise that. it's an inner circle he's not let in on and it makes him lose aspects of control over some of them, especially Damian who's the youngest and his son, who Bruce deserves the most control over. he would drive himself mad about it. at first for genuine reasons over the perceived fucked up nature of the relationship (even when each of them have confirmed that it is entirely consensual and they're happy) and to protect them. but he becomes so bitter over being ignored. they openly prioritize each other over him when the truth comes out because they see no point in hiding it. and i could definitely see Jason gloating about how he's back in the family whether Bruce likes it or not. Bruce would be beyond pissed about it. he's just never recovering. trying to stop them gets nowhere, even if he manages to cause some internal conflict.

eventually, Bruce would be forced to accept it for fear he would lose all of them. but he's *not* going to be happy about it and he keeps making side comments, hoping to get through to one of them eventually. it doesn't work, but he's definitely not going to stop trying. i also think on some level it would just disgust him a little bit in a visceral way, since they're his kids to him and he doesn't like to picture them in that way. esp when Jason or Steph lean heavily into PDA just to fuck with him. ass grabs, cuddling, sloppy kisses, the whole nine yards. Bruce will not have a moment of peace.

[mars-ipan]

some postgame doodles for pride month

[everythingiguess]

Mhok and Day will meet again, and they will not be the same people anymore.

Mhok will meet a Day that is happy and independent and who can live by himself, a person who doesn’t need to be looked after at all times. He will meet a Day that finished his studies despite thinking he would never be able to go back to college. He will meet that Day, and he will know; there will be no need to worry about him because he will meet a Day that has already proven it to the world. Mhok will meet a Day that has been living that way for a while, and nothing bad has happened. Good things have happened instead.

At the same time, Day will meet a Mhok who has taken opportunities, a Mhok who has started to reach his goals and has a better chance at living and trying and moving forward and doing what he loves. Hopefully, he will meet a Mhok who is healing and looking ahead despite the circumstances. And Day will be happy to know he did not hold him back, because Day has always wanted the best for Mhok even if he’s not there to see it.

Mhok and Day will meet again, and they will not be the same people anymore; they will be in a better place. A place where they’ll be able to figure it all out, to get past it, and to hold each other’s hands tightly and get through it together.

[creatively-cosmic]

im working on cleaning up the story we got for mn and the one we ended up with is almost definitely the Longest and most Slow Burn of the three is all ill say. this is not a problem but i hope you're ready for a long wild ride...

[glimblshanks]

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[bat-the-misfit]

GUYS MY AUNT JUST SAID SHE DOESN'T WANT ME COMING TO OUR FAMILY'S GATHERINGS ANYMORE IDUWGSVWKXIWHWUDGWHAHXIWJDJAJSBSJSJJSJA

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

Migu/eli :/

[indigoaster]

If you ever happen to see me walking and for whatever reason you happen to look long enough to be making observations and those observations happen to be that I'm staring at the ground just ahead of me, moving at an inconsistent pace, seeming to jolt at random moments due to suddenly switching from long adult strides to "toddler learning the stairs meets choir kid" step-together-step-together, then shhhhhhhhhhh....no you didn'ttttttt

Cause you see there's a feral neurodivergence goblin running wild in my brain who's a big fan of "oooo shiny!", and if something catches its eye it locks in, and if it becomes aware of my feet + any cracks, colors, textures, or different materials I'm walking on that will be the only thing it can focus on until said feet stop moving. So you see in order to appease the beast each foot needs to step on each area of Different™ and in an equal amount or in a consistent, balanced, alternating pattern that ensures an equal number of steps on Different™. Because if one foot steps on something that the other doesn't that foot feels 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 and the goblin will continue to state that it is 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜, that it is 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣, that it is 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 on a non stop loop until it is rightfully evened out by completing the missing step or an acceptable substitute balancing step is agreed upon, and trust me, you don't want to be part of those negotiations.

Signed,

A person who has been sat down for half an hour yet can still feel one yellowish carpet foot and one purplish carpet foot distinctly

[blkkizzat]

*TURN SOUND ON & UP :)

JJK MEN (GOJO, TOJI, CHOSO, GETO, SUKUNA, NANAMI) X READER

case files: doppelgänger curses have been running rampant and causing chaos around tokyo impersonating everyday civilians including sorcerers. jujutsu society has set up veils and your boyfriend has given you strict orders not to lower them to let anyone in the house but him—but how do you know if it’s really even him?

report notes: I love this game! If you haven't played go play a few rounds @ thatsnot-myneighbor[DOT]io (it’s free and all online). —last up: Sukuna!

kinktober 2023-2024 m.list | original teaser

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝙱𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳𝚂:

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟷........... THE STRONGEST

alias: 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘, 𝚜.

visitor log: its midday and your clingy-ass boyfriend—gojo satoru—should be hard at work right getting rid of these doppels not knocking at your door—gotta be a fake... right?!

classifications: bimbo!reader (canonverse of otaku!gojo's bunny!reader), yandere-esque Gojo, nipple play, recorded sex, lots of sex toys, dirty talk, panty theft, extreme overstim + slight omorashi.

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟸........... THE SORCERER KILLER

alias: 𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘, 𝚝.

visitor log: an extra toji fushiguro should be double the trouble and double the fun but neither likes to share, you know for sure which ones your toji—but do you really even care?

classifications: bratty!reader, brat taming, breeding, baby trapping, hair pulling, spit play + creampies, jealousy, grump!toji, daddy kink

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟹........... THE CULT LEADER

alias: 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚘, 𝚜.

visitor log: you shouldn't have even been watching the gate bunny, that's much too hard for you! so when you inevitably fuck up, your cult leader boyfriend—geto suguru—has the perfect punishment planned for you and your pretty pussy wait..in front of his entire congregation tho!?

classifications: dumb bimbo!reader, canonverse of nerd!geto's bunny!reader, cult rhetoric, dark themes, sensory deprivation/amaurophilia, punishment, humiliation, shibari, edging, overstim, exhibitionism, toxic jealousy, possessiveness, yandere Suguru, drugged sex, cnc/free-use reader, mentions of orgies/group sex and a bit of forced breeding.

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟺........... THE SORCERER SALARYMAN

alias: 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒, 𝚔.

visitor log: your sweet boyfriend, nanami kento, promised he'd come visit you tonight bunny. awe baby, don't cry, you're sure that's actually him at the door but you'll run through your checklist just to make sure, won't you?

classifications: error 404—case report not found (finalizing)

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟻........... THE BIG BROTHER

alias: 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚘, 𝚌.

visitor log: crazed with quarantine boredom, you can't help but to tease your naive lil' roommate—choso kamo—but you'll know when to stop before it goes too far—or have you already let the real Choso in?

classifications: mommy kink, affectionate cruelty/cuteness aggression, begging, teasing, virgin!choso, creampies, masturbation, panty theft, mentions of menophilia.

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟼.......... THE KING OF CURSES

alias: 𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚊, 𝚛.

visitor log: thinking no curse would be stupid enough to enter his palace, when the king of curses comes home to find you fucking his doppel it's not going to end well for either of you—R.I.P. your pussy sis, any last words?

classifications: error 404—case report not found (finalizing)

𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚂 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙳.𝙳.𝙳. 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙱𝙻𝙺𝙺𝙸𝚉𝚉𝙰𝚃

— 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚂: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃 𝙳𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽.

xoxo 💋

report notes: yo so this was meant to be about 4k total and instead it turned out to be 4k per story so i'm breaking it up (fully completed 3 and making last minute edits on the others, so staggering them out). Consider this a kinktober all on its own lol (still doing stuff left over from last years though). btw—everyone who asked on my official taglist, kinktober or the teaser will still be tagged on each individual story but you can comment below if you haven't asked to be tagged already.

©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.

[cy-cyborg]

So, there's a lot I want to say about the paralypics, but every time I try I just... can't articulate what I want to say without it turning into a monster of a post that puts my writing advice posts to shame lol. This includes in response to the anonymous asks I got on the topic btw. So I'm going to try and summarise my thoughts here.

As someone who was working towards the Rio paralympics - who was basically one of the people they were actively training to be the next paralympians and who got to go if their choice first athletes had to drop out, the Olympics and paralympics are a... touchy subject for me. I loved playing. I loved my sport. I loved the people I played with. I loved the people I played against. But the way the public and people in power treats disabled athletes sucks. It Really really sucks. and it hurts to talk about.

The vast, vast majority of us aren't paid. We are expected to train at the same intensity as the Olympians with none of the breaks and none of the support to do so, resulting in injuries that are disabling in and of themselves, while juggling normal jobs. many of the paralympians are also in school or at university as well. both schools and jobs see these elite athletes as dedicated hobbiests at best.

I had a friend who were fired from their job because they were denied time off to compete at the paralypics and well, if i had to choose between the paralympics or stay at a shit job paying minimum wage, I know which one I'd pick, and so she didnt have a job when she came back. I have friends who are still in the closet because their sponsors would drop them if they came out as gay, who ended years-long relationships to keep the funding that allowed them and their teams to compete - funding that just covered the costs of travel by the way. They never saw a cent of it themselves, but it was the difference between us having to pay $50 each for our plane tickets and accommodation and having to pay $2,000Aud + for every away game. I have friends who were supposed to go to Tokeyo but were kicked off the teams weeks before the games because of a rule change that decided they weren't disabled enough anymore, wasting years of work with absolutely no warning. They weren't even given the decency of an appology from the people who made the call. Several went through terrifying mental health spirals over it. It was their life's work, gone. I saw so many friends just give up because their disabilities were "too hard to classify" into the International Paralympic Commity's boxes and who were made to feel they weren't welcome by the system spouting off about its diversity and inclusion and empowerment of disabled people.

And then with all that, the best we can hope for is for the social media teams to turn us into a joke for ableds to laugh at or into inspiration porn to make them feel good about themselves - because at least theyre not us. Because obviously, there are no other options in how to show us/sarcasm.

My phone doesn't even have "paralympics" as a recognised word. I have a Samsung. The company that is currently at the paralympics using them as a marketing opertunity. We aren't even recognised as a word in the phones made by the company that is currently using the paralympics as a marketing opportunity. The phones they're giving the athletes won't even recognise the name of the event that they got it at. If I've spelt it wrong, it's because it autocorrects it every time I try to spell it right, and im dyslexic and can't see the difference until I stare at it for a minute or so.

I just... this isn't even scratching the surface of my thoughts. But I wanted to say at least some of it. It will be the last I'm going to talk about it, at least until the event is over.

[maidragoste]

Hiiii!!!! I (18) was wondering if you could write a Jace x his mothers handmaiden reader, where they have a secret relationship 🤙🏼🤙🏼❤️❤️

anon, sorry for taking so long to write your request. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading 🥰💖���

btw it wasn't clarified so I didn't write reader as a low-born handmaiden (that is, the ones who clean the urinals and that) but as a high-born one.

likes, comments and REBLOGS are always greatly appreciated 🥰💖

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

A frustrated sigh left your lips as you tried to break free from Jacaerys's grip only for the prince to press your body even closer to his so you couldn't get out of bed. You turned to demand that your lover let you go but you remained silent, watching Jace's face. Even though he had his eyes closed you were sure by the lazy smile on his face that he was awake. He looked beautiful. He always looked beautiful but these moments only belonged to you. You wanted to wake up every day next to him but you couldn't. Your duty was to Princess Rhaenyra, you cannot allow yourself to be distracted. Besides, if she found out that you were having a secret relationship with her beloved son, she would throw you out and your family would be very disappointed in you for having wasted the opportunity that the princess gave you to choose you as one of her handmaidens. Not only that but your reputation would be ruined, if rumors spread that you no longer possess your virtue then it would be impossible for you to get a husband. You are a fool to continue with this romance, someday Jace will marry a girl from an even more important house than yours and you will have to sit silently watching everything. There is no happy ending to this.

“My prince, I have to go,” you said, hoping he would stop playing dumb and let you go.

“No,” he complained, lengthening the “o.” Your place is at my side” he moved his face closer to kiss you but you moved, he tried again but you avoided him again “What's wrong” he asked, letting you go so he could sit properly on the bed.

"It's late, I should go. At any moment your mother will wake up, I have duties to do” you responded without looking at him as you got up. You didn't even have a chance to look for your shoes when he tugged on your arm making you return to the bed. He turns you around so that you both face each other.

“What is wrong?” asked again the prince. “Talk to me, please, my lady,” he asked, looking at you with concern while gently taking your face in his hands.

“I think we should stop seeing each other, my prince.” The uncertainty in your voice was clear but still, your words were a dagger for Jacaerys.

“Why?” Your heart ached as you heard the confusion and anguish in his voice. “. I don't understand, yesterday we were fine”

“Yes, we were. But we won't always be. Someday you will have to get married and you will leave me. “I think the easiest thing for my heart is for us to finish our thing now,” you said, closing your eyes without being able to see the sadness in his eyes anymore. If you continued seeing him you were afraid you would go back on your decision.

Your heart skipped a beat when you stopped feeling Jacaerys's hands. You froze as you listened to him get out of bed and get dressed. You should take the opportunity to leave, it's probably what he wanted but you couldn't move. You really had finished everything.

You opened your eyes as you felt the prince's hands in your hair. Your heart raced as he carefully untangled the knots. Once he finished, he kissed your shoulder. “Finish getting ready so we can go talk to my mother.”

“We?” you repeated.

"Yes. I have no intention of marrying anyone but you,” Jacaerys said calmly as if his words wouldn't change your entire world.

“Jacaerys, marrying me is an idiotic move, my house is not that important, and the lords” your chatter was interrupted by the prince's lips capturing yours. You should be firmer and move away, but you can't, so you surrender to enjoying the taste of your lover's lips, feeling more loved than ever.

"I love you and if my mother wants me to be her heir, she will have to accept it," Jace declared and there was no room for argument in his voice. “You are the only wife I intend to take,” he promised before kissing you again.

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[bylertruth3r]

So Finn's new st playlist (for s5) is really interesting.. Mike is gay, "it's a passing phase" "give it a hundred years, it won't go away' "I don't want to be the one whose coming out first" Mike wants Will to come out first and to confess first, the songs are really gay btw and "angst in my pants" is about being gay and.. frustrated

Will is what Mike needs, they need each other

Mike tried to lie to himself and pretend that he could love El but he can't (because he's gay and in love with Will), these lyrics are about a failed relationship with a girl

Mike and El are gonna break up

Mike is down bad for Will

this is why Finn put this song in his Mike playlist (STurn), it's Mike's pov of Byler, Mike wants to feel needed and Will needs him, they love each other in the way they want to be loved

Caleb confirmed STurn is about Mike Wheeler

[paper-mario-wiki]

Could you explain how Ambrosia is able to come back after dying?

1

Sure yeah, I'll give it a shot.

[Fursona Lore/ Mild Existential Horror presented in charmingly primitive MS Paint style under the cut]

2

[At the top of the panel there is the label "conceptual space (currently being created. The middle is labeled "THE UNIVERSE, REALITY (the other)". The bottom is labeled "CONSCIOUSNESS, REFLECTION (the self). The very bottom of the panel reads "OTHER, FREAKIER BUT LESS IMPORTANT STUFF" ]

To keep it brief, a person is when a certain amount of consciousness slips upwards into reality. Consciousness is, like the laws of thermo dynamics [sic], a fundamental property of the universe.

3

I'm sure you've heard of the sticking-a-pencil-through-paper metaphor for theoretical wormhole travel, right? Staying within that visual metaphor, imagine the moisture in the air around that "piece of paper" as what consciousness is. It creates tiny, imperceivable changes in the surface and makeup of the paper. Imagine a microscopic rain cloud making a tiny fraction of the paper a little bit soggy. That's what you are in the universe. A tiny soggy fraction of a massive piece of paper. (That's why you feel so small btw).

Of course, putting it into that metaphor IS greatly simplifying it, since in real life things like time and space sorta overlap, ya know? Because they're entirely separate dimensions of measurement. Consciousness is the same, it is everywhere in the universe all at once, but only after it seeps in from a place that is exactly where we are, but elsewhere. 4D stuff is complicated sorry if that's not super clear ha ha.

4

Normal people happen when a bunch of that stray potential-consciousness starts stacking more and more layers of reality on top of itself. Sort of like those pastries that you fold butter into and then fold it like 10 times and that makes it so theres like a billion layers of butter and dough and butter and dough and butter and dough and on and on and on. But with, uh. The other stuff. Consiousness and matter from the universe.

Speaking semantically, that's all the little tiny organisms that work really hard to make you alive. Like the biome in your gut, or the bacteria in your tissue and blood cells. Look it up, 43% of the human body is made of bacteria. Like, that's just on google.

Anyway, all their effort culminates in an increasingly complex meat shell that constitutes a person.

5

For the sake of practicality, we can imagine the way consciousness "seeps in" to the universe is like heat coming off the sun. The two overlapping infinite planes radiate into each other like heat radiates off the sun.

That clear? Heat from the sun. Remember that, it's important for the next part.

6

I'm sort of like a solar flare.

My consciousness, in its raw form, was so concentrated that it was like a tiny shooting star straight from the source.

Also kind of like a kidney stone, I guess.

7

Since my consciousness (which, to be clear, is approximately the same "amount" of consciouessness as anyone else, just all smooshed together into a single clump) is smooshed together into a single clump, the shell forms naturally as "reality" settles onto it. The "shape" the consciousness takes is basically the same as your body or anyone else's since the framework of both entities are the "same" on the "outside". Thus the "shells" turn out "similar" too.

Sorry for all the quotation marks, it's hard to talk about concepts outside of the third dimension in third dimensional terms, and like. I also am not super sure about this stuff either. I'm only relaying what I've learned from the scientists but some of it goes over my head.

I like to think I'm clever but like. I'm not a genius.

8

So here's the part where me and you are different: When your shell breaks apart (when you die) it's because the consciouessness had been escaping your shell, like air from a balloon, and the physical structure can't support itself anymore. Or, like, maybe you just fall over and hit your head on the concrete one day and pop the balloon all together.

Either way, the consciousness escapes from the pressure, and either goes back "down" where it came from, or goes upward into conceptual space, which is sorta being constituted through forces exerted in the physical universe. Well, I mean, really it's more of a product of a reaction between consciousness and physical space. Whatever I'm getting off topic.

The point is the shell breaks cuz the balloon pops. I think that was my point.

9

Now that you get all that, you can probably deduce on your own how and why I'm able to keep "coming back".

It's cuz I'm not really "coming back", I'm still here! The shell representing me here was just lost.

10

And while the facade may not look precisely the same every single time...

11

I remain the same.

[zhouxiangs]

no bc this is pretty much exactly what i think, and maybe this week's ep will prove me wrong but IN THE MEANTIME:

i think peteway are paralleling charliebabe in a similar way that way and pete are parallels of each other/opposite sides of the same coin, with pete on one side as the enigma that somehow got away and is actively trying to destroy their father, and way on he other as the enigma that is so completely terrified and hopeless that he doesn't even think escaping tony is a real option, because as far as way knows you just cannot do that; at most tony will grant you the illusion of freedom until either he needs you back or he tires of letting you play outside. way himself, his presence next to babe, is proof of that.

we don't know how long it's been since pete ran away but since i'm assuming he would have had to start from scratch and he is now tony's number one competitor (whatever that means) we can assume it's been a while, surely more than the 10 years babe has been "free", so while at least for now i don't think way knew about pete wouldn't it be something if they knew each other before? i'm not married to either idea, and with how tony has been operating with the other kids it would make sense that he didn't, but them being enigmas may have meant things were different... and tony does tell way he's the only enigma left in his home. wouldn't it be delicious if way had been thinking all this time that he was dead? if he's lived all this time believing his fellow enigma had tried to escape and been killed, leaving him truly alone? not that there aren't more than enough reasons already for him to be so completely defeated and miserable, but. (or pete could have fallen in love with him in the years since, since he must have been keeping close watch of whatever tony is doing, but this makes less sense to me and my peteway agenda lol)

so yes, i'm sure pete very much knew about way just like charlie knew about babe. and while charlie, still working for tony, tried to get close to babe to protect/warn him and fell in love with him and ultimately turned against tony to save babe, i think pete was already in love with way before. it may or may not have played into his escape in the first place (again more than enough reasons for him to want to run away from the literal human trafficker either way) but it certainly is part of the reason for him to come back and deal with tony.

but unlike charlie with babe, i don't think pete wants to save way. i think pete wants way to save himself. i think pete wants way to realise that tony hasn't completely broken his spirit, not yet. i think that, now that the truth is out more than ever, pete wants way to realise that he isn't really alone. i think pete wants way to realise that he really doesn't have to lose himself for anyone.

WAIT HOLD ON WAIT OKAY WAIT

I DONT EVER REALLY TALK ABOUT PIT BABE IN ANY SERIOUS CAPACITY HERE BUT LIKE i know i've seen people wondering why Pete looks at Way the way he does (myself included) and there's this longing in his eyes, and he brought Way home and all this

but we now know Pete is an Enigma and an orphan of Tony's and like-- Did Pete learn about Way during his stay or after his escape? Did he decide he'd get Way out of there no matter what because he didn't want Way to be used by Tony the way he would have been if he hadn't escaped? The way he nearly was? Have all of Pete's rescues and investigations been trying to find a way to get Way out of there and save him as well as save the children?

someone more perceptive than me and more involved in the pit babe plot has prob already put this together but my brain cells briefly created a semi coherent thought