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❛ MY SHORTY ALWAYS ON SOME BULLSHIT LIKE CHICAGO ❜

PART 2

part of the 420 'We Be Burnin' series

⋙ MENU ITEM: PLUG!CHOSO x SORORITYBRAT!READER ⋙ PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 (completed)

⋙ product description (summary): okay so you finally realized how badly you fucked up. but is it too late? will choso even talk to you now? has he moved on for good or is it that you now have to worry about someone else moving onto him? ⋙ side effects (tw): more drama. more angst. teasing. jealousy. thirsting. mentions of sex and oral sex. intoxication with drug & alcohol use. sending nudes. y/n is still a brat. bitchy sorority sisters. party culture. ⋙ thc levels (wc): 8.2k of 22.1k ⋙ inventory notes (a/n): best viewed in dark mode. i appreciate y'all liking this sm hope you don't mind i split this up more, but the second part was getting too unruly in length lol

Plug!Choso who you thought forgetting about would be relatively easy. Overwhelmed with the sheer amount of new presidential duties, you had no shortage of various meetings to keep you occupied. Even so, Choso had a way of popping into your mind as the most routine things would remind you of him. 

You couldn’t go get a fresh set of nails without expecting to see his tinted blacked-out sedan parked outside waiting for you. Scrolling socials had also become annoying as you’d see a post and immediately want to send it to Choso— your sorority sisters would think you were gross if you sent them mukbang videos. You couldn’t even bake anything anymore, especially anything chocolate, without reminding yourself of how much Yuji hated nuts in his chocolate chip cookies. 

Or even now when you had been walking across campus with your sisters and chatting about the massive proposal plan of next year’s sorority activities. A daunting task on its own which you had to submit to your national chapter by the end of the month. In fact, there were a lot of tedious things you realized you’d now be responsible for as president. 

However, all of that flew out of your mind when a car sped by blasting a familiar rock song— one that Choso always played. 

Stopping in your tracks you whipped your head around but the music was coming from a completely different car. The disappointment in your chest felt like you were suffocating.

The song was the first one from Choso’s ‘stoner emo boy playlist’ that you’d actually admitted you liked so he made sure to play it whenever you came around. You didn’t think you were official enough to have a song, but it felt like you did when you’d heard it just now. 

Although what pained you more in the moment was the fact Choso hadn’t even bothered to text you since the day of the brunch. Your pride and guilt kept you from texting him initially but after the first week you caved and did what you once thought was unthinkable— texting a guy first. 

You’d thought he’d answer instantly, happy you’d finally forgiven him for nearly ruining your brunch and you did want to apologize for missing Yuji’s game. But when 20 minutes turned into an hour and an hour turned into the entire day you realized he was ignoring you.

Choso was a dealer. 

He always had his phone on him. In fact, Choso used to respond to you so fast you wondered if he’d always kept your messages up on his screen.

The seriousness hits home when more of your texts go unanswered as the days go by. 

You huffed. 

Two weeks had passed since you first reached out and apparently Choso was still giving you the cold shoulder. Unconsciously chewing on your manicured french tips, your intrusive thoughts paint the absolute worst scenarios. 

This was around the time of day he’d usually be on campus and you’d meet up in the empty garage. 

Would he be there now doing another deal? 

Or giving ‘discounts’ to another girl?

You shook your head. Choso wasn’t like that. 

You knew he wasn’t.

Then again he had stuffed your guts in less than 10 minutes of knowing each other.

But you were the exception right? Choso wouldn’t move on just like that, would he? 

Rejection wasn’t something you had dealt with often in your life or well, ever. 

You’d gotten everything you wanted since you were little whether it was something you worked for or something given to you. 

So what if you didn’t have Choso?

You should be content with life. 

You had everything you’d ever wanted right now. 

You were pretty, got damn near perfect grades and now had the title of sorority president for fuckssake! 

Meeting someone like Choso was never part of your plans and didn’t fit into them either, so you had never really considered what the both of you were to be anything long-term. 

Nor did you ever stop to consider what he thought of your relationship. 

You thought he’d lick his wounds for a few days and forgive you. However with each passing day the thought he might really be done with you sinks in more and more.

Regardless of the legion of frat guys who would jump at the chance to date you, the only guy you really wanted right now apparently wanted fuck all to do with you. 

Ok so maybe you deserve the silent treatment. 

A lot. 

You never been that big of a bitch to him before. But you really had panicked when he showed up out of the blue with your parents on the way! Also if he didn’t go and threaten the DJ like he did???

You sighed. 

No, even under more peaceful circumstances the end result was you weren’t going to leave to go to Yuji’s game. You couldn’t blame him for being furious with you as you knew how protective he was of his younger brother but you at least wish he’d hear you out.

Just for one last time and maybe you could make it up to Yuji too? 

Get him a nice gift for missing his little league game and bake him chocolate chip cookies—without the nuts. You wanted to hear him adorably ramble on which would always be accompanied by animated hand movements while he gave you the rundown. Yuji often roped in Choso as well, who would be all too happy to play whatever role or prop Yuji needed him for. 

Their identical grins, goofy and filled with joy never failed to put a smile on your face. A smile which came easy as there was never any demands put on you when you were with them. No pretending for the sake of appearances, no worrying about social standing and no expectations for favors. 

With them you were just you and they had accepted you.

But had you accepted them? 

Shit. 

Yeah you had fucked up big. 

You knew you needed to talk to Choso and if you weren’t all but certain Choso would slam the door in your face, you’d have half a mind to go pop up at his house. 

Although maybe if Yuji ans—

“—Like HELLO!? Earth to Prez!”

Your train of thought abruptly comes to an end when one of your sorority sisters—Brianna—rudely snaps their fingers in your face. 

Bitch. 

She’d been bitter ever since she’d lost the presidency to you. 

Elections were over so you didn't have to worry about staying on everyone's good side like you had been doing for the last 3 years of being super sweet and non confrontational. Even so, snatching up a fellow sister certainly wouldn’t make a good impression for a newly appointed president.

“What IS it Brie!?” 

Turning to face her you had no choice but to keep your cool.

“Don’t give me attitude! You’re the one not paying attention, space case.”  

Brianna huffed accusingly. 

“Yeah, Brie’s kinda right Prez, you’ve been a little bit distracted lately.” 

Another one of your sisters chimed in—immediately looking down when your eyes narrowed on her.

“Don't tell me the pressure is already getting to ‘Little Miss Legacy'? Or—”

Brianna flips her hair with a sly smile before continuing.

“—is it just that you miss your burnout stalker boy?” 

“E-Excuse me!?”

Extremely disarmed by the allegation, you were not expecting in a million years the very person you were thinking of to be brought up like this by Brianna of all people. 

“You know—you’ve been acting off since the brunch a few weeks ago and we used to be practically swimming in za—way more o’s than we paid for. You must have been doing something to get all that from that future convict and he must be pretty pissed with you if you haven’t been able to get anymore since.”

The rest of your sisters were gagged at the accusations Brianna was tossing your way as it was true that your supply had been dwindling. Their eyes darted between the two of you but mostly focused on you waiting for your response. 

You ignore them though as all your ire was on Brianna.

This whore had some fucking nerve speaking about Choso like that. 

The thought of knocking the smug look off Brianna’s face is almost too tempting —presidency be damned. 

Yet your own guilt stops you.

Too little, much too late for you to be standing up for Choso now the way you had dismissed him so harshly in front of Brianna and the rest of your sisters just a few weeks ago. You could only be mad at yourself, your own actions showed them how to treat Choso.

That didn’t mean you were going to let her get away with it without a proper lashing though. 

“Listen—Brie, Little Miss Legacy is busy juggling the presidency, a 3.8 gpa, volunteer work and planning every goddamn sorority event worth attending. As for you? Well I heard you’d been pretty busy these days juggling your creepy ass T.A. Noaya’s balls because you were going to fail Biology again for the third time—so do you really want to talk about pressure or whose fucking whom for what?”

Standing up for yourself wasn’t something you ever did in an effort to be likable and so Briana, as well as the rest of your sisters, were stunned into silence. 

Even if her fucking for grades had been no secret, it wasn’t something anyone talked about out loud and yet you’d gladly air her out again for insulting Choso.

“Urgh, whatever! Anyways while you were daydreaming we were planning Jeremy's birthday party on Saturday.”

You rolled your eyes at the inattention to some random frat guy’s bday being the reason for this whole confrontation.  

“Oookay and—?”

“—and we need you to get some more za from your stalk— er um, I mean your plug...” 

Brianna quickly corrects herself seeing your eyes flare.  

“Jermey wants a joint filled pinata and we don’t have nearly enough right now to roll all those joints.”

You suck your teeth in annoyance. 

Of course it all had to come back around to Choso.

“I’m not talking to him right now. We’ll find someone else.” 

Well it was half true, more like he wasn’t talking to you. 

You tried not to pout and completely give yourself away at how much it really was affecting you.

“Well start again, Prez! You know his stuff is the best!”

“We already promised everyone we’d have it!” 

“Please Prez!”

The rest of your sorority sisters chimed in.  

“Yeah Prez it shouldn’t be a problem. Send him an ass pic or something, I bet he would respond to that.” 

The rest of your sisters giggled in agreement. 

Little did they know you had already sent Choso nudes 8 days ago, which when you checked Snap last just 10 minutes ago he still hadn’t opened yet. 

You’d die before admitting that though.

“Fine. I’ll figure it out.” 

“Knew you would Prez!” 

Brianna tossed you a fake smile as she turned around and your sisters followed suit walking back towards the sorority house. The chatter now moves on to drink options as the previous conversation is instantly forgotten. 

You still flip the bitch off behind her back though before you catch up to join the conversation lest these dumb bitches skimp out on drinks for more decorations and have you all drinking Monarch vodka again—gross, much more so than a mukbang video.

Plug!Choso who later that night has you laying on your bed staring at your phone suspended over you, your finger hovering over the send button. 

What if he ignored you this time too? 

Worse—what if he had finally blocked you?

Well all your messages had gone through so far even though his read receipts were off. 

Choso hadn’t blocked you yet. 

Only two days had passed since you last texted him but scrolling through your history the wall of blue taking over the entire screen had you feeling vexed.

Hadn’t Choso punished you enough? 

Biting your lip in apprehension you hit send. 

You almost dropped your phone on your face. Sitting up in your bed you stare at his text incredulously as the sticker shock of Choso jacking up the price by $150 hits you.

You deserved that, you supposed. 

But fuck you knew you’d have to come up out of pocket yourself for the extra and you couldn’t admit to your sisters why the price had gone up so much again.

At least he was answering you though. 

You threw your phone across your bed. 

Well that went super. 

You’d hope you’d have the chance to talk about things while he was responding to you, maybe get him to video call you? You knew he still wouldn’t be thrilled with you but you didn’t expect his responses to be that short once he finally answered. 

Choso always over texted you if anything, sending paragraphs at times so these clipped messages were like tiny daggers pricking you with each one you received.  

You didn’t think you could handle him being mean to you like this for much longer. 

Getting a taste of your own medicine fucking sucked.

With a sigh you had decided to push it to the back of your mind. It was Tuesday and he wasn’t even coming until Friday.

That’s when you realized Choso implied he was coming to you. 

As in your sorority house. 

On Friday. 

The night of the Barbie’s Dreamhouse Kegger. 

Goddamnit.

Plug!Choso who shows up to your sorority house on Friday night just before midnight when the kegger is at its peak. Choso doesn’t give a single fuck this time around that he sticks out like a sore thumb with his dark tattered jeans, matching leather jacket, heavy eyeliner and metal piercings amongst all the colorful and peppy pastel attired party-goers. 

Choso waltzes right through the front door like he owns the place.

“Oh! It's you! Finally!” 

Flipping her hair behind her to show off her ample cleavage, your sorority sister Brianna bounces over to Choso who continues to look past her as his eyes scan the foyer.

To be honest he wasn’t even sure she was talking to him until she mentioned you.

“You’re the plug, right? Choso? Here for Prez, hmm?” 

Brianna appraised Choso with a flirty glance and a smile. 

“I’m Brianna, but everyone calls me Brie. She’s outside with her boys! I’ll take you there, kay?”

Her boys?

Brianna batts her eyes sweetly to complement her peppy demeanor. 

Choso simply nods, appearing unphased as Brianna grabs him by the arm of his jacket to lead him through the sea of people crowding the hall and out to the backyard. The very same backyard where you had rejected and humiliated him to save your own superficial social standing just a few weeks ago. 

Of course he hadn’t forgotten. 

Choso noted this time though the expansive yard had a completely different vibe from the pretentious scene he’d walked into before. The backyard was now filled with pink inflatable decorations and rose gold plastered party supplies, trading the expensive crystal for matching pink solo cups and decorative flower displays for shotskis. 

Yet Choso’s comparisons end once he finally spots you in the crowd. 

Playing beer pong with some frat fucks, carefree like you had zero concerns (or thoughts of him) in the world as you taunted your opponents. 

Choso’s eyes narrow when you—clad in a scandalously small pink sparkly tube top—brought a dainty manicured nail to your chest and seductively dragged it down your cleavage to tug at the hem of the fabric. The tops of your tits swell over the edge of the material provocatively as you tease the chance they might altogether spill out onto the table if you pulled any lower.

The plan worked and your opponents thoroughly distracted missed their shots much to your amused squeals and Choso’s growing irritation. His brow twitched as he noticed the rest of your outfit which barely provided any more coverage. 

The matching mini skirt you wore rested low enough on your curvy hips to show the very edges of your thong but high enough on your thighs that your cheeks were nearly peeking out just from the slight bend you took as you aimed to take your next shot. Your pink jeweled belly ring (that he’d bought you) and gem adorned nude fishnets lead down to chunky hot pink glitter pumps only calling more attention to your lower half as they were illuminated by the outdoor tiki lights.

Why were you dressed like such a slut and letting those greasy shitheads drool all over you? 

Your beer pong partner was clearly exaggerating his drunkenness for an excuse to feel you up as his hand rested dangerously close to the top of your ass as you took your next shot. 

Were you that clueless?

Choso’s jaw clenches as you allow yourself to be pulled in by the shoulder tits first into a celebratory hug after landing a cup off a bounce, thus removing two. The way you’d casually let those assholes gawk and grab at you when you wouldn’t even make eye contact with him in public pisses him off like none other and reminds him why he had decided to cut you off after all.

This time though Choso doesn’t march over, masking his resentment with nonchalance as he considers leaving altogether. 

Sure he needed the money—but it wouldn’t make or break him in the long run. 

Keeping the big picture in mind, Choso had Yuji to think of and he couldn’t afford to catch a case over your slutty ass if he actually gave into the urge to knock some random frat fucker’s teeth out.

Yet Choso switches his attention back to Brianna when she returns with a beer filled cup for him and her sheer top unbuttoned even lower. 

Oh? 

Choso grins. 

Plug!Choso who you finally notice standing near the back door of your sorority house next to—Brianna?!…urgh! 

Her obnoxious high-pitched laughter loudly cut through the music and party chatter to draw your attention over. 

What the hell was Choso even doing with her?! 

You grit your teeth as Choso takes the drink. You watch as he reclines against the house and cheers cups together. Brianna is twirling her hair innocently as she flirts with him, giggling like an idiot. 

One without an ounce of shame at that. 

You seethe as she clutches onto his bicep pulling herself closer and resting her tits on his arm when she pretends to momentarily lose her balance. 

Stupid cunt ass bitch. 

You know it's just to spite you too. 

Of course Brianna still didn’t know of the true nature of your relationship with Choso for certain but a backstabbing whore like her would try to fuck him solely off an inkling. 

If anything just so she could say your ‘stalker’ was now hers.

She was just using him! Did Choso not see that?! 

Your beer pong partner slides his arm around you to tell you it’s your turn again but you don’t even spare him a backwards glance as you shrug him off. Abandoning the game and ignoring his puzzled calls after you. 

Truthfully it doesn’t even register as you are on your warpath with Choso and Brianna in your sights, stomping directly towards them like you were on a mission. You were too, as far as you were concerned, determined to break that shit up expeditiously. 

Especially now as you see Brianna airdropping her contact info to Choso.

Stopping directly in front of them you’re far too tipsy to prevent your souring mood from spreading all over your face when they both seem to not notice you right away.  

You loudly clear your throat.

“AHEM!”

Staring at Choso expectantly your lip curls when it's Brianna who greets you first instead.

“Oh Prez, my B girly! We didn’t notice you there!” 

“Whatever, Brie.”

You sneer at her. 

Although Brianna only giggles again, feigning innocence and leaning into Choso a bit more. 

The whore was still touching up on him.

“I was just keeping Cho here company until we found you.”

Bullshit, they were searching fo– Hol’ the fuck up—CHO?! 

Did this whore just call him Cho?! 

That was your fucking nickname for him! Only you and Yuji were allowed to call him that!

Oh Brianna was just begging for that ass whooping, dying for it even. 

Swaying on your feet, your buzz only intensifies your anger and folding your arms in front of you serves two purposes at the moment: 

To keep your balance as you try to prevent your heels from sinking into the grass— but more importantly— because the urge to yank a bitch was escalating to the point your hands were now twitching. 

You had drank way too much in your nervousness waiting for Choso.  

You thought a quick round of beer pong would settle your anxieties as you’d been hanging out near the front door all day and night not knowing when he’d show up. However time had slipped away from you and one game had turned into three. 

You didn’t even really know the guys you were playing with, just some random freshman!

Of course once you finally let your guard down Choso would not only show up but be hanging out with your biggest opp!

But what really had you about to crack—Choso was taking his sweet time in acknowledging you as he appeared to be more concerned with checking Brianna’s contact info than speaking to you right in front of him. “Ight, got it.” 

Choso confirmed and slid his phone back into his jacket before pulling out a joint as he finally made eye contact with you.

THE FUCK!? HE ACTUALLY SAVED IT?! 

Plug!Choso who stares at you with a condescending smirk as his eyes twinkled with sadistic amusement before exhaling smoke towards the sky.

You bite your cheek to hold back your angry tears, you weren’t about to give Brianna the satisfaction. She could fuck right the hell off as far as you were concerned, only wanting to speak to Choso who was currently looking at you like you were the one interrupting something.

“W-Why didn't you text me you were here?! I would have come outside!” 

Your words fumble out of you drunkenly, not sounding one bit as smooth and unbothered as you hoped.

“For why tho? Don’t you have me silenced anyway, Prez?”

You stiffened. 

Even if he wasn’t silenced right now you couldn’t deny you had previously silenced him before the last few weeks of trying to get him to talk to you. 

“Yea figured—so thought it’d be best to come inside…”

Choso exhales smoke through his nose this time, leering down at you as he passes the joint to Brianna who eagerly takes it.

“You really think I’m still tryna wait for you?”

Choso’s words are crushing as the double meaning behind them is not lost on you. Parting your glossed lips you couldn’t even form a sentence as your mouth had gone completely dry.

Brows raised Choso is practically daring you to challenge him. 

But you’re frozen. 

Ironic, because his eyes are all but intensely burning into yours as his accusingly cruel question penetrated you like a hot knife to butter. 

However, bringing you back, Brianna interrupts the moment—because of course she does—not being able to read the damn room nor handle the attention being away from her for 5 fucking seconds.

“You know Prez… You’re going to be pretty busy with all your responsibilities soon...”

Brianna taps her stiletto shaped nail to her lips in faux contemplation. Her smarmy expression gives away her true intentions resembling every bit of the evil bitch she is. 

“...Annnnnd it won’t look good for our lovely new president to put herself at risk by getting us drugs, right? Sooooo, I was telling Cho here how I’m going to be the one taking over for you now.”

Brianna coyly tucks a few loose strands of her long tawny locks behind her ear. 

“Who knows? I might be able to get a better discount than you too.”

Passing the blunt back to Choso she winks at him. Choso merely chuckles, shaking his head at the implications before taking another hit.

And yeah that’s what fucking did it alright.

More than ready to give Brianna exactly what the fuck she’d been asking for you wordlessly lunge forward to snatch her up by those raggedy ass microlink extensions she couldn’t stop touching.

However your trajectory is thrown when you feel Choso grab you by your wrist. Pulling you in towards him, the action confused both you and Brianna—who didn’t know how close she was to actually kissing dirt.

Choso passes the joint back to Brianna, telling her to keep it as a ‘sample’ he turns his attention back towards you.

“Come on Prez, I got places to be. Get me my money now before I charge your ass the full stack.”

You both leave Brianna standing there dumbfounded as Choso drags you back into the house. 

Plug!Choso guides you through the crowd of your sisters that are all now much too drunk and self-involved in their own good time to care about the pierced n’ scary dark haired man towing their president behind him. 

Reaching the staircase Choso motions for you to go ahead of him and you nod dumbly as you obediently climb the stairs trying not to trip. 

Urging you along, Choso is right on your tail— quite literally, as he tries to simultaneously avoid staring at your ass cheeks jiggling out from under your skirt—but more importantly tries to keep any other wandering eyes below from getting a peek as well. 

Choso places a hand on your waist, both to keep you from falling and to move you along quicker. Warm tingles radiate out from where his hands touch your bare skin yet he instantly releases you once you reach the top.

You can’t help but to pout at the loss of contact.

“Which one?”

Choso still feels all business though as he walks ahead of you like he can’t wait to wrap this up and get you the fuck out of his life again.

Plug!Choso who you usher into your room before closing the door. The party seems distant as only the faint sounds of the base bumping against the walls reach the sanctuary of your room. Still holding the knob you’re leaning with your back against the doorframe as your body is still pumping insane amounts of adrenaline through you. 

Nearly fighting Brianna, Choso finally touching you, on top of being drunk had your mind going into overdrive especially since it seemed like Choso would leave as soon as the deal was over.

Would he really take the money and go just like that?

Choso’s face is unreadable as he strolls deeper into your room and casually looks around. You had always come over to his place and he would have never in a million years dreamed of being able to see your room in your actual sorority house. 

It was so you though. 

Tidy and adorned in your favorite colors, your walls are decorated with pictures of celebrities, friends and various moodboards. Not to mention it smelled like you. The scent of your sugary perfume with notes of vanilla and saffron assaulted Choso's senses making it seem a bit warmer in the room than it actually was.

“Yo Prez, the money.” 

His patience for the situation is dwindling. He has to get out and fast. 

Choso doesn’t know what he’ll do if he doesn’t leave soon.

Yet you were plotting the exact opposite and you couldn’t let him leave so easily now that you finally had him alone after all this time. 

Armed with a plan you nod as you scoot by him and over to your vanity to retrieve the cash. Acting clueless as to which drawer you put it in, you search them all as you bend over to check one of the drawers at the very bottom. 

Choso swallows hard.

Your ass–with plenty of curves to spare–is on display for him as well as your sheer pink thong that teasingly pokes out between your crystal studded fishnets. 

You had to be doing this on purpose. 

Swishing side to side your skirt raises up a bit higher with every shift of your hips while your thong strains tighter across the print of your fat pussy lips threatening to snap altogether.

Akin to a seductive pendulum as you sway before Choso completely entrancing him. 

Only you could ever affect him in this way.

After what feels like years do you finally locate the money, a sizable stack of cash composed of 20 dollar bills.

“Found it! In the top drawer all along, imagine that!”

Smirking you plop down in your vanity chair crossing your legs not missing how Choso’s gaze lingered, even if just the tiniest moment, on your thighs.

“Took ya long enough…” 

Choso mumbles. There's no real bite to his words this time though. He’s holding his backpack close to hide his half chub while he removes 3 hefty bags of kush from his backpack to toss on the desk beside you.

Reaching for the cash his annoyance is evident on his face when you jerk away from him. Leaning back and fanning the bills across your chest, you wave them tauntingly in the air.

“Stop playin’ around. Not in the fuckin mood, I swear.”

“Playing?”

You question acting coy.

“This is just business right Choso?”

You sat up as if you were taking this seriously at all and Choso is unamused as he reaches for the money again. 

And you snatch it back yet again like a fucking brat. 

“I’m practically dropping a stack on this–thanks to your new “tax” and all. How do I know if it's any good?”

Clearly your plan is working as you continue to push Choso’s buttons pretending you aren’t excited from him towering over you now.

“Cut the games, Prez. Ya know my shit is always pressure.”

You act contemplative as your eyes lazily travel up his tense muscular form appreciating the view after not seeing him for so long.

“Hmmm, do I though?”

Choso scoffs, growing tired of your games. 

That’s all he ever was to you, a game.

“Like I said, just business. Or are you telling me you weren’t going to count the cash to make sure it's all there before you left?”

Damn. Well you got 'em there. 

Choso rubs the back of his neck before letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Tch—let’s make this quick then, Prez.”

Plug!Choso who after grabbing one of the bags of weed off your vanity takes a seat on your bed. He shrugs off his jacket to retrieve a pipe from the inner pocket and impatiently extends his hand hurrying you with a quick beckoning gesture.

“Gimme your grinder.”

Rolling your eyes you haphazardly toss it over to him. However, unbeknownst to you, the top was loose and crumbles of kush spilled out of it and onto your bed when he failed to catch it.

“Nice looking out Cho, great catch.”

Even though the poor throw and loose top had been your fault, the fact he apparently couldn’t wait to fucking leave along with you still pissed with how he flirted with Brianna makes you lash out. 

“You fucking serious right now? I’m always lookin’ out for your ungrateful ass.”

Obnoxiously you huff, crossing your arms and turning your head away from him.

Ungrateful? For what!? 

He hadn’t been ‘looking out’ for the last month, he’d been completely ignoring you! 

“Heh, like I didn't just stop you from turning that gouda chick into actual cheese from the way you went at her?”

You press your lips together firmly to keep from cracking a smile at his play on Brianna’s nickname. You’re honestly still salty he had even been around her at all getting so chummy. He’d always talked about how stupid your sorority sisters were, it didn’t make sense why he let her flirt with him like that.

You’re also mad he didn’t at least let you pop her one good time.

“The bitches name is Brie. You should know, you were ‘oh so concerned’ about saving her number and giving her a discount.”

Choso looks at you like you’re an idiot as he shakes his head. He stops packing the bowl to throw you his phone.

“Whose number?”

Frowning, you already know the passcode so you unlock it right away. 

Sure enough there was no Brie nor Brianna in his contact lists. Not even her number showed up when you searched his phone for it in case it was under a completely different alias. 

He’d never even saved it. 

The smug smirk on Choso’s face tells you he knew what she was doing all along and got you all riled up on purpose.

In fact, Choso had recognized Brianna’s ploy immediately. You had previously mentioned something about an annoying n’ bitchy rival. 

Besides, there was no other plausible reason for a dumb sorority bitch like her to be talking to him at all—much less throwing herself at him so aggressively.

“Doesn’t feel good now does it, Prez?”

Your face is on fire and you turn away from Choso totally humiliated. You had played right into his hands.

“Hmph! Don’t get cocky, I wanted a reason to beat her ass anyway.”

You puff your cheeks into a pout that Choso can’t help but to chuckle at, shaking his head at you again. 

You were a huge brat that's for damn sure.

“Well, it certainly looks like you found one.”

You’re quiet finally as you rake over his words in your mind. 

‘I’ve always been looking out for you.’

Not only did he not save Brianna’s number there’s a high probability he just kept you from being kicked out of the entire sorority and maybe school too. Fighting was a huge no-no and you could have gotten expelled. Apparently jealous with rage you were ready to risk it all at that moment without even thinking of the consequences. 

Fuck.

Choso had in fact still been looking out for you—even when you didn’t deserve it. 

Plug!Choso who accepts your silence is a sign of your defeat and after a few minutes you move from your desk to sit next to him on your bed as he finishes grinding and packing the bowl. 

“Brats get greens this time.”

I’m paying a premium for all this shit, I better get greens. 

But you hold in that thought, not wanting to give him any more lip in the moment as you’re the one left licking your wounds this time.

Like a gentleman Choso holds the bowl for you and lights it as you take a hit. He tries not to notice how well your glossed lips are wrapping around the phallic mouthpiece as searingly thick smoke flows into your lungs. 

Damn, this shit was dank as hell. 

You’re doing your best to hold it in but your lungs are burning as you watch Choso take a hit himself. Not being able to keep in your coughs for a second more you’re left signaling at Choso to ‘wait a sec’ when he holds the pipe out back to you.

Fuck, it was even stronger than what you remembered.

“See Prez? True pressure.”

You shrug at him trying to save face although your eyes are watering, already tinting a bright shade of red.

“Uhh duh, I always cough Choso. I’ll still need a few more hits to know for certain.”

Choso rolls his eyes.

You take another hit—a smaller one this time—before slowly falling back onto your bed.  

Your eyes close as your high settles in and you debate on what to say next without fucking things up even more with your slick ass mouth. 

However your concentration is diminishing quickly as your buzz makes your senses overly aware of Choso’s intense body heat radiating off him, your thighs practically touching. 

The weed swirling together with the alcohol in your system makes you all the more sensitive. Your mind floats away as your gaze is hyper focused on how the lean muscles of Choso’s toned back and broad shoulders ripple under the thin black tee he wears.

God, Choso is so sexy. 

Your legs squeeze together to calm the burning in your core just from the thought. You want nothing more than to drag him down to bed with you and melt into his embrace—but there's an invisible force field around him that you can’t reach. 

You’re almost certain he would recoil from you if you tried now. 

There’s a conversation you needed to have first but you didn’t know how to start it without fucking things up even more. 

The result is an awkward silence that uncomfortably settles in the room as Choso finishes the bowl off himself. 

Never one to smoke too much of his own product he’s only indulging now to temper his mood. 

Choso doesn’t know why he’s still here, all good sense in him telling him to take the money and get the hell out. Yet he knows he’s hoping for something–anything–to show him you’ve changed even though all signs so far tonight have been showing him you haven’t.

You’re still cowering away from any accountability and he is determined not to give you an easy out this time. 

And it’s for that exact reason Choso can’t look over at you right now.

Otherwise he’s sure to see your tiny pink top that had started to roll up exposing the glitter adorned skin of your underboob. Or how your slow exhales cause your soft stomach to dip temptingly showing off the pink crystal belly button ring he gave you. 

The sight of your fishnets brushing against one another out of the corner of his eye alone is enough to know he wouldn’t be able resist grasping onto your supple thighs. God how he would relish the way his fingers would indent into them. He wanted to rip those slutty fishnets right off of you so his head could push your skirt up even further on your hips while he drowned himself in your wet cunt—not even stopping when you would cry from overstimulation.

Plug!Choso, who is thankful his distraction at long last comes in the form of the faded gray blue fabric by your pillow. 

“Yo!..is that my shit?”

Eyes opening wide, you pale upon seeing Choso reach for the crumpled up shirt. Choso unravels the tee to confirm it is in fact his shirt—one of his favorite band tees at that. 

“Oh, is that yours?”

Choso deadpans.

“So you listen to RHCP now?”

“Maybe…” 

You grab it from him and toss it to the side less you break down and confess to him you had slept in it most nights. Not only have you slept in it but you do in fact listen to RHCP now, especially when you workout.

However with this Choso has hit his limit. 

To him you hadn’t changed. 

Could you not even own up to the tiniest of things?

He couldn’t let himself get sucked back into your toxic web, not anymore. The longer he stayed the more likely that was.

“S’all good, Prez. Keep it.”

Choso grabs his jacket.

“Listen, I gotta g–”

“—w-wait!” 

You grab the other end of his jacket. You still find it difficult to find the right words but you had to say something. 

It was now or never.

“W-Wait… ah, at least before you go…l-let me know how Yuji’s game went?”

You meekly ease into the question but see Choso go ridgid at the mention regardless. 

For now he relents and stays seated. Although a few minutes pass before he speaks.

“He won, of course. MVP of the season.”

You smile genuinely at that but Choso isn’t looking at you— too pained by the memories that began to bubble up again like bile in his throat.

“Awe, that's so great! I knew he would! I’m so happy for him.”

Choso grits his teeth as he turns back to you, his anger evident in his entire being as every muscle in him flexes.

“Are you? So that’s how you treat someone you’re happy for? Really?!”

He doesn’t give you the chance to respond.

“Yuji’s a strong kid— much stronger than me. Honestly, I didn’t even think he minded you weren’t there as he was all focus and excitement to play that day—”

You let out a quiet exhale in relief though any consolation you felt was instantly shattered as Choso continued. 

“But when I put him to bed that night. H-He..He’d asked why you weren’t there…He asked if you were gone now like our parents. Yuji wouldn’t believe you’d miss it otherwise.”

Choso struggles to say the last bit and maintain eye contact with you. 

Every moment you gaze into his eyes though was pure torture as you’re racked with even more guilt.

“Choso I–”

“I’m so fuckin’ tired of all your fuckin’ excuses!”

You’re silent. It’s so strange to see him this upset you don’t know what to say.

“I’d ask you if you’d even considered the abandonment issues that kid already carries but you don’t. You don’t fill that fuckin’ superficial lil’ head of yours with anything beyond yourself!”

Finishing what he had to say, Choso gathers up his jacket and backpack, stuffing it full with the stack of cash on the vanity—not even bothering to count it.

Momentarily dumbfounded, you're scrambling from the bed to block his path. 

“C-Come on, Choso! I didn’t want to abandon him or you! I tried to call you and I texted you so much these past few weeks to talk!”

Choso isn’t impressed.

“And not one text actually had the words ‘I’m sorry’ in it. Not that it would have cut it this time.”

You're reduced to silence for the umpteenth time tonight. 

You wreck your brain knowing most of your texts had been focused on baiting him to respond to you but fuck—did you really not even apologize? 

“But I am sorry!”

Choso’s gaze is cold and distant, so foreign in comparison to the warmth you’d taken for granted before.

“Whatever you say, Prez.”

There it is again. You’ve grown to resent the title, the job, everything about it.

“Just stop calling me that, okay?!”

You’re trying hard to fight back the tears that threateningly pool in the corners of your eyes.

“What...Prez? Why, it aint all that they cracked it up to be?”

“N-No… it’s n-not… I actually hate it and I hate being here.”

Your voice is hardly above a whisper as you direct your words towards the ground. You didn't want Choso to see your glassy eyes even if he’d noticed the cracks in your voice. 

Plug!Choso who regards you with skepticism but curiosity nonetheless. So at long last you decided to be honest with both him and yourself aloud for the first time.

But it didn’t mean shit if you wouldn’t do something about it.

“Then quit.”

Choso says to you like it’s the most obvious answer in the world as your head snaps up incredulously.

“H-huh? W-What?!”

“You heard me princess— quit.”

Could you really just quit? 

Truthfully, you had never considered it an option. The expectations put on you by your sorority sisters, your parents and the plans you had made for yourself had all led you to the commitments and responsibilities you had now. 

How could you just let them all down by walking away from it all?  

“Choso— I heard you..b-but I can’t, you don’t understand I–”

“—No, I understand better than you do, princess. You spent so much time with me and Yuji because you hate this sorority bullshit, you can’t stand any of these bitches and now you just agreed to be president of your own goddamn misery!”

Reading you for filth, Choso stares at you expectantly but you avoid his gaze.

Your nails suddenly becoming all the more interesting as you fumble with them.  

“–Ight then.”

Choso doesn’t want to argue with you any longer. 

You’re still full of excuses to his disappointment. If you wanted to be something you weren't that badly, then that was your own prerogative he decided as he brushed past you.

“N-No! P-Please, don’t leave Cho!”

There's clear desperation in your voice. You cling to him, burying your head into the middle of his back as your shaky hands weave their way around his midsection. 

Choso is mid-twist on the doorknob. 

He had all intentions of leaving if you still weren't being honest with yourself about things.

Still does. 

Yet his determination is wavering from your hot tears begin to seep through his shirt and trickle down his spine. The warmth of your body—now flattened against his—causes your pert nipples to poke into his back while your delicate fingers wretchedly grasp onto his taunt abs like a lifeline. 

Like you actually needed him in your life.

Fucking hell, you didn’t play fair at all.

But he couldn’t forgive you just to hurt him again and especially not Yuji.

“Let go.”

“No.”

“I said let go!”

“NO!”

Choso easily pries you off of him, spinning you around as your back slams against the door pinning you in place. His hands encircle your arms and extend out fully so he could put some distance between the two of you. 

He couldn’t think straight when you were all over him. 

Your world is a blur and in your crossfaded state you are left with vertigo at the sudden shift of positions. Both you and Choso are left panting at the intensity of it all.

“You don’t listen to anyone do you?! You just do whatever the fuck you want…”

Choso’s face is red with anger and your eyes—already reddened from your high—take on a deeper shade as you are now openly bawling in front of him.

“Tch, why are you the one crying? This is how you want things, right?!”

You shake your head, unable to communicate beyond your pitiful sobs. 

Choso grows more and more frustrated as the guilt he is feeling battles with his more rational mind prompting him to still be angry with you despite your tears. Back and forth his mind races until it all bubbles over and—

“—You don’t think I know I’m not good enough for you!?”

Your teary eyes widen at the sudden admission. 

Choso even startles himself with his own confession he’d been holding in all this time. 

“But not Yuji...He’s already so much better than me! He’s gonna actually be something one day. He doesn’t deserve to be treated like that.”

Your lip quivers and your pleas are almost unintelligible.

“I-I know…m’s-sorry…m-m’so sorry C-Choso!”

Choso exhales deeply and shoulders slump forward as he releases you, running a hand over his face and back through his raven locks.

You couldn't read his expression but you didn't want him to attempt to leave you again as you close the gap between you, arms encircling him once more.

Choso doesn’t push you away, yet to his credit he doesn't return your embrace either as he’s still torn.

“I-I missed y-you so m-much.”

Cursing the hold you have over him Choso can’t deny he still wants to be with you—but you both were at an impasse.

Nothing good would come from repeating the same cycle again. 

There is no resolution if you still want to keep up a front. 

“P-Please forgive me Cho—I-I love you.”

The sweet proclamation is accentuated by your pillowy lips spreading kisses over his chest while the tips of your fingers slip up his shirt to place feather light scratches at the small of his back. 

Love, eh?

An unexpected revelation dawns on Choso and he is now resolved in what he has to do. 

“Yeah princess, you really love me?” 

Oblivious to the danger edging in his voice, you nod as you continue to coo affectionate words and affirmations into his chest. One of your legs hitches around his as you mold yourself deeper into him thinking he’d finally forgiven you. 

Had he forgiven you though? 

Well, not exactly. 

A devious smirk appears across Choso’s features.

Choso had come to the conclusion that at the end of the day you were simply a terrible people pleaser. 

Your stuck up bratty nature was merely a front of false confidence. 

You tried so hard to become whatever anyone else wanted you to be, you'd lie to yourself and become utterly miserable in your efforts to appease those around you. 

However, Choso knew the version of you he’d gotten when you’d been with him and Yuji had been the real you. 

And he actually did believe you loved him— even if you had just forced yourself to say it in the moment so you could manipulate him into staying.

Sympathetic to your pitiful nature, Choso wouldn’t just abandon you. 

But if you couldn’t do what was best for you, he would make sure you would himself.

PART 3

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[seafoamreadings]

week of august 25th, 2024

these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)

aries: mercury going direct at last in leo in just a few days here will likely be fun for you and i don't even mean that sarcastically. something that got put on hold in the last few weeks gets new traction. by the end of the week uranus stations retrograde, though, so with that most likely in your second house, avoid excessive spending or burning through resources you aren't totally sure about.

taurus: while you can expect some (likely not unpleasant) surprises this week you can also expect them to be fickle or to have unseen strings attached. it's not a bad idea to accept or pursue them if you like them, but don't get too wrapped up in it all. things are fleeting. it's not an easy energy for a steady and stalwart taurean to grasp but, frankly, you're not supposed to grasp it.

gemini: the big news of the week for you is the end of your ruling planet's retrograde. things do not return to normal or comfortable just yet, due to the shadow period that follows, but this is the end of the actual retrograde phase and especially from the end of the week, things should start to get easier and less snafus ensue.

cancerians: this week may well bring new life into any stale or stagnant relationships or friendship situations. mercury stations direct in your second house also. take stock of what resources you have and what is lacking, and use what you have (or don't use what you don't have!) accordingly.

leo: unexpected opportunities arise this week. they may be quite startling and weird but if you feel drawn to them and it's within your means at all, you should take them, especially towards the beginning of this week. by the end of the week, uranus retrograde may have them a little bit less fruitful, or perhaps simply more difficult, but you can trust your best judgment even then. too much input from others is not advised.

virgo: the importance of ceres to your sign should not be understated. this week she goes direct in capricorn just as uranus goes retrograde in taurus. while they don't perfect the grand trine it's truly well-connected earth vibes for you. even inconveniences turn out to work in your favor. nourish yourself carefully and lovingly.

libra: venus coming home to your sign should help provide some comfort if times have been trying and even if they haven't, it's auspicious for you. meanwhile, uranian activity continues so be very careful who you share your resources (money, time, energy?) with.

scorpio: take care of your personal needs first of course, but then as much as you are able to, be in your local community and neighborhood. clean up a little trash, do a little volunteer work, help a neighbor out, etc. with the current activity this is the auspicious way to keep things going as smooth as possible. at minimum, it makes you look good, but best if you do it from the heart and not for status alone. this can help you cope with any relationship drama, btw.

sagittarius: venus into libra can have you in soap opera mode, turning friends into lovers and vice versa left and right. meanwhile mercury direct again in leo fires up your thirst for the truth, philosophically and spiritually. there's no reason you can't lean into both vibes.

capricorn: ceres goes direct in your sign this week and, believe it or not, one of the first events of *next* week is the retrograding ingress of pluto back into the extremes of your sign for the last time in any of our lifetimes. let ceres vibes help you nurture yourself as you prefer for any final demolitions caused by the king of the underworld.

aquarius: the air of churning and muckraking is still afoot. but at least some of it is in a pleasant manner thanks to venus. generally the muddiness of such upheaval is not so pleasant, but sometimes it does turn up trinkets from the bottom of the sea.

pisces: friends may come and go but your inner world is forever. without getting lost in the dream state, pay attention to it and respect and honor it. your dream life is just as real as your waking life. of course, you don't need to hear it from me, you're the expert. but in a time in a world where people are inclined to be blind to the magic around them, don't lose your contact with it too and don't let them convince you it's frivolous.

[eueuphoriaz]

I finally finished this clip! Did translation the old way (2 phones and Google translate), so not sure if the translations are as accurate as it should be.

Got this audio clip on Twitter so I am not sure if it is official and when it was released. But I am drawn to the "unrequited love" mention from Levi to Hange here. Again

Every Levihan should watch this video to understand why the "Unrequited Love" in 132 is so special and why it is very very very, almost certainly, that it is Levi's confession to Hange.

If that audio clip is official, that would make 132's "Unrequited love" Levi's second time mentioning that to Hange.

Why?

And it is so weird that throughout the whole story, only Levi sees Hange's obssession towards Titans as romantic. Others see her as weird, eccentric, reckless, danger to self and others or hope for humanity etc but only Levi associates a sense of romance into Hange's attention towards the Titans.

I dont see Levi saying that about Hange's thirst towards books (Smartpass) or cars or her curiosity over Marley's technology.

Probably only he is interested in getting Hange's attention (for his own).

Let's just appreciate the environment when he made the 132 "unrequited love" mention.

Everyone is finally feeling a sense of hope and control. The yeagerists are defeated, the airship is ready, the ship is ready to bring non-combatants to somewhere safe, everyone is forgiving or just willing to work together. It was a calm and peaceful feels before Floch came along.

Now, this is also the first time we see Levi and Hange interact after Hange's 126 proposal. After that either Levi is sleeping or Hange is busy working. In such a nice environment where everyone started to feel a sense of hope, I am quite sure Levi's 132 "unrequited love" is his attempt to answer Hange's 126 proposal.

Did Hange get him? i dont think so. Both of them have been drawn to look separately in the manga panels after the Yeagerist battle. I believe that Hange, after seeing Magath's death, is burdened and distracted by her responsibility. She is in her working mode and probably actively fighting to surpress her personal feelings, which she somehow let slip in front of Levi in 126. Unlike the 104, she doesnt want to show that openly. So I am guessing that while Levi is feeling the same vibes as everyone else as they prepare to get on the airship, Hange's mind is too burdened to process or acknowledge what Levi said.

I can only hope that Hange accept both his and her own feelings before she leave.

[absolutebl]

Hi P'ABL. Not sure if you have answered something like this before, I couldn't find it with search, but what are your favorite "Oh" scenes? Either "Oh I'm (or he's) gay" or "Oh I'm in love with this person". Asking this question after rewatching Ep 4 of Bad Buddy and watching Qian's reaction to seeing BL novels in Zhi Yuan's room.

Light Bulb Moments in BL!

Ooooh, good question. And no I haven't answered it before. You mean specifically the viewer coming to this realization?

My Favorite: Oh HE V GAY!

Takara just looking at Amagi.

A reading K's mind in the elevator in either Cherry Magic.

The New Employee at the dinner party across the table from the boss with the two queers being like: "Us? Dating? Are you cray, we hella rainbow."

This moment in Jun & Jun:

And then the "not instantly moving away" utterly flirtatious response.

City boy finding the hot farmer's little box of Pride on the shelf in Some More

To My Star - surprise robe flashing moment (I also love Addicted's execution of this one but it doesn't count as an ah-ha moment, just a big fat tease - pun intended)

This character's admission in Nobleman Ryu's Wedding:

MinSung on that train with the earbuds in Wish You.

Solo walking into that cafe in Oxygen.

Fighter meeting Tutor in Why R U?

Step by Step at the gay club, I mean FINALLY.

I'll just call him my wife in SOTUS.

This scene in I Feel You Linger in the Air:

My Favorite: Oh I'm in love with him

Eternal Yesterday, that damn look in the rain, holly hell (the cool thing about this one is ... it's mutual)

Aoki climbing into the plastic bag in My Love Mix-Up - I mean, COME ON, how gay is that? "oh no! I'm into love with him, I am trash, must be ultra dramatic about it"

Unintentional Love Story the agony of realizing he's in love with someone he has to deceive and betray - those EYES

Mark running after the Taxi in Love is Science?

Ai's "what is going on" in Love By Chance

Pete's AH HA moment in Kiss Me Again

Pretty much most of Love Sick. It's kinda the point of the show. But you can never get away from this one:

Possibly one of the most iconic moments in all BL.

Anytime the character starts swearing and is mad at himself when he realizes he is in love: Semantic Error, The Eclipse.

Pretty much all 3 leads swapping both of these "ah ha" moments back and forth in Light On Me

Honorable mention: Someone ELSE in the story's "oh HE'S in love with him?!"

PitchBank, need I say more? (Golden Blood)

Takara's bestie just focused in on Takara's actions around Amagi for the whole day at school and then being like, "Oh I was teasing them but my friend is IN LOVE. Activate WINGMAN mode."

Are we surprised Suzuki Jin appears twice on this list?

Also no shocker this list is full of JBL, they very good at this kind of thing since a lot of it is eye work and thirst.

(source)

[resident-gay-bitch]

My Barty Crouch Jr headcannons:

He’s a kleptomaniac - at least to some degree. I think he can’t help but steal things from the people he loves, like he’s just always taking their shit and he has little collections of his favorite people’s things hidden away in his room

He actually has a massive fucking heart and feels so deeply but he doesn’t let anyone know that because his father kept telling him it wasn’t manly to have emotions so he shuts them all up

Death eater or not - wizards or not - stuck in a war or not - no matter fucking what circumstance Barty would actually kill for those he loves. If someone he cares about comes crying about being hurt he would lash out and hurt them back and he would not hesitate to kill them if granted permission

He’s not the healthiest. He smokes compulsively, if he was alive now he’d also vape like it was his last resort.

His diet is basically energy drinks, chips, and plain pieces of bread. He really doesn’t eat much at all so he’s really skinny to the point where it’s concerning and borderline an eating disorder.

He’s never or will never love anyone to the extent that he loves Pandora. He looked at her one day and just decided she was his entire fucking world. She’s the only one he really opens up too, the only one who sees him cry (before his lover), the first person besides his mum who’s ever hugged him and held him and told him he’s worthy of being loved. He would go to the ends of the earth for her, and he really wishes he could just put her in his pocket and protect her from everything. They are the ultimate besties.

Barty falls for every single one of his friends. Some deeper than others. But he gets crushes on anyone that makes the time for him, listens to what he has to say, and genuinely enjoys his presence. There aren’t many that do, so he genuinely fucking clings.

That man would have the most random fucking tattoos ever. They’re mostly cool as shit. Like he’ll have big scary boy tattoos but then smushed in between scorpions and snakes and like demons with blood he’d just have a little ghost with love heart eyes or something. Most of the random ones are because they’re funny or because Pandora said she liked something so he just got a tattoo of it. He also has her name tattood on his chest.

He has had them most retched mullets in his days. He only gets rid of them when Pandora finally breaks and asks him to grow it out. He somehow still gets bitches with those atrocities though.

If he was alive now, he would definitely own a maid costume and would pull it out at the most random times. Regulus / Evan would fucking thirst over it so much.

Acts like a dom outside the bedroom, the most bottom man ever in the bedroom - but he’s cheeky about it

He just wants to be loved at the end of the day

Would 1000% have a dick piercing. Probably even more than one. He would also have a dick tattoo because he’s stupid

His favorite colours are pale forest greens and sky blues

Socks on at all times when he’s around other people or in active mode. The only time they come off is in the shower or bed, and only if he’s in bed alone. Man’s will be butt ass naked without a care but he will still be wearing his socks. He also only owns dumb socks

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SHARE SOME OF YOURS! come put them all in my ask box <3

I do have more but this is what I’m sharing for now :)))

[skyscrapergods]

Can batness be passed down to foals?

The fruit bat vampire virus has two phases in bat hosts, but it does not translate perfectly when infecting non-bat hosts such as ponies.

Fruitpire bats are born with Vamrus already in their veins. It gives them strength, a rapid juice-based gut, and an insatiable desire for apples. During cider season, when the apples are at their peak, the virus is in its active mode, upping bat metabolism and driving them crazy for juices. This is also Fruitpire pupping season, since the frantic consumption of apples lends itself to nutritious, sugary milk.

After harvest, the virus dies down to passive mode, and the bats act like normal fruit bats for the rest of the year. They still desire apples and juicy fruits most, but are able to supplement their diet with insects and other plant matter.

Ponies are not meant to be carry the vamprus, and it goes a little crazy with them, especially if they're infected during cider season. Rapid mutation, optimization for a juice-based diet, thirst, and fast metabolism set in quickly. Ponies and other animals will act quite feral, aggressive, and thirsty beyond reason. They need to be caught and cured quickly to reverse effects, or else things get out of hand.

After catching and curing fluttershy, she kept her leathery bat wings and long fangs, even though she no longer had any virus in her system. She still enjoys fruit juices more than the average pony, but her mind is unaffected and she did not go feral.

A pony left alone with an active virus raging in their system can go two ways. Either he gets enough apple juice to sate him and the virus goes passive until next year, or he stays thirsty and hungry until it drives him mad. Aggression, super strength, and fangs meant to bore through fruits will then be turned on his fellow pony. Only pegasi sport bat wings during their transformation. Earth ponies grow large with shaggy, fluffy coats and howling voice. If you dissect a tale of werewolf tormenting a community, you will almost always find the afflicted pony to have been bitten by a vampire fruit bat before its troubles began.

Because diseased ponies are half or fully mad, they rarely have a chance to reproduce. It is possible for a pregnant pony to be bitten and pass the virus onto the fetus, but most of the time she will be caught and cured before the birth. It's a very distressing condition to have, so containing, catching, and treating the afflicted is more important than experimenting on them. Theoretically, a pony could enter the passive phase of the virus and live out a normal live, but most continue to be mentally compromised until they are cured or their bodies kill off the virus on their own.

After a pony has been cured, they have no active virus to pass down to their offspring. They still look strange, unnaturally large, and have permanent effects, but for the most part their lives are normal.

[justsomeectoplasm]

So this is gonna be a hot take.

I like crowd mode in sky.

Maybe it's because of my bias towards isle, maybe it's the thirst for new content or maybe it's because I got lucky and relived the spirits before doing the quest. But I like the idea of the crowd in Aurora and I like that TGC applied it to seasonal areas.

Because seasonal areas always felt dead to me. If I go to a seasonal area after a season has ended, it's empty and quiet, with maybe a group doing a candle run. The only places I have seen a bunch of activity is the music hall.

And I'm not a new player. I've been playing since the dreams season. I get why people don't like it. I get why it's annoying. And I also wished that TGC made a poll or did something to ask the playerbase what they felt about this because I know that TGC even took it a step further to add rooms where players can take a breather at the concert and I wished that they did the same for this mode (having a button to turn it off would've been the bare minimum they could've done)

But this doesn't change the fact that I like this addition into the new seasonal area.

Crowd mode gives areas more life for me. It actually feels like Im playing a social game instead of a glorified cosmetics collector. Hell, the world actually feels alive for once. World building wise this feels like how the sky world should function. A bunch of ruins with hundreds of skykids roaming around the place. And what's better is that I can actually reject people who want to light me. I don't have to rudely run away when someone pulls out a candle. It's fun and I like this mode.

[superrrfan]

The Curse Continues

Strike Back - S06 x E01

After dealing with wedding related issues, Nolan accompanies the team to arrest the crew responsible for a robbery heist and last season's hijinks.

At this point the curse is in Final Destination mode, because...

Nolan's seatbelt got jammed/stuck when he attempted to exit his vehicle. That wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the punctured canister that was about to blow!

UGH! So glad he got outta there, can't have my boy getting impaled by a canister!

Wait...the canister explosion somehow activated this rogue motorized cart and you guessed it...headed toward Nolan, lol.

He's looking oh so cute while dodging the cart of death 😄

I LOVE the episodes when the men wear all that tactical sexy shit. It's soooo HOT. Sorry folks but my thirst can't be quenched.

[kaspenhoward]

A Day In The Queens Home When Anne Is In Hyper fixation Mode:

The Queens minus Anne: [Peaking through the doorway to the living room]

Kat whispering as to not disturb Anne: Has she even moved this whole time?

Anna: Not unless it’s to flip a page, pick up the next book, shift around, or go to the bathroom.

Jane: Has she even ate or drank any water? She’s just been reading books about languages for hours. By the time she’s done she’ll know of the history of every language in the world.

Catalina slightly loud: Out of all the forsaken things the lady can even obsess over, it’s the history of languages that she’s interested in??

Everyone minus Catalina and Anne: Shhhhh!!!

Catalina quieter: Alright! Alright! I get it, I’ll be quiet.

Cathy: Should we be more concerned about the fact that Anne literally is so engrossed with such an arbitrary subject that she won’t even move from her spot on the couch and has devoured three books in less than the span of 48 hours?!

Jane concerned: She didn’t sleep last night??

Cathy: No. She went upstairs and pretended to sleep for a few minutes so Catalina would go through her nightly check of all our rooms, see that everyone was asleep, and then would go to sleep when she knowing everyone was safe and accounted for. Anne then went back to her place on the couch and read through the entirety of night where we found her reading this morning up to now.

Kat: Should we.. try to snap her out of it? She really should get some sleep. And drink and eat something.

Jane: I don’t know. She might be going through something and avoiding it, she does seem to be enjoying herself though.. Cathy?

Cathy: I read about something like this on the internet. It’s called “hyper fixation” and is a symptom of the mental illness called “Attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder”, which could actually explain plenty of Anne’s behaviors and difference in personality since reincarnation. When some is “hyper fixating” the person for a period of time obsesses on a person, activity, object, concept, story, or topic, when this occurs the person usually ignores everyone and everything around them. “Tuning out” reality. Of course they can provide their attention to reality around them when they unfocus but will continue to consistently think and talk about it. I think this is what’s going on with Anne. It isn’t really as bad as it seems though, as long as the person maintains a connection with reality, makes sure to care for oneself, and practices grounding techniques they’ll be fine.

All the queens minus Anne and Cathy: . . .

Anna: Babes. I hope you know we didn’t understand half of what you said. But does this thing, that you just explained, the reason why Anne is so scarily smart?

Cathy: No exactly but it does encourage her thirst for knowledge.

Kat: Doesn’t answer my question, what are we gonna do about this? [Gestures to Anne, sitting on the couch intensely reading a book about the history of the Norwegian language]

Cathy: Just because I know what’s going on doesn’t mean I know what to do!

Catalina: Can’t we just get her some food and water and put some sleeping drugs in it?

Jane: No Catalina. We’re not drugging Anne! But the food and water suggestion is probably the better idea. Maybe Kat can coax her into sleeping?

Kat: I may have legendary cuddles but it is impossible to coax Anne into sleeping.

Anna: Just give it a shot, maybe her exhaustion will catch up to her!

The Queens minus Anne and Kat: [Look at Kat expectingly with pleading eyes]

Kat:

Kat: [Sigh] I love my cousin, but why am I the one always sent to the do the dirty work?

The other queens: We love you Kat!

Kat: Yeah.. Yeah.. Sure, just go get the stuff for Anne-

Anne pauses, closes her book, and stares at all of them with bloodshot eyes: . . .

The Other Queens, Frozen: . . .

Anne: . . .

Jane: Did you-

Anne: Yes I heard everything you guys are uncharacteristically loud and I can’t tune out noise no matter how quiet it is. I read like this in my past life just like in this one. Yes someone please get me something to eat and drink my head is pounding, and yes I’ll gladly take some Kat cuddles. I should be mad at you all for suggesting drugging me and discussing of me like this but I am worse for wear enough that I’ll accept the help.

The Queens Minus Anne: [Let out a collective sigh of relief]

Catalina: I’ll just take- [Reaches for Anne’s book]

Anne: Hands off my book. Lina, My acceptance for help does not equate to stealing my property!

The Other Queens: [Muffled giggles]

Catalina: Yup. Should have seen that one coming. Ever the queen you still are.

Anne: Once a Queen always a Queen. We’re all Queens here. I must thank you all for worrying about me, now if that’s over, I was promised some cuddles?

[just-antithings]

I cannot understand how there are antis in fandoms like Call of Duty. Because by their logic, they support the military, military propaganda, private military contractors and the many war crimes the characters commit. But that's not the case for the majority of the fandom (I hope)(fandom ≠ fanbase*).

On one hand, there have been rightful call out posts on how people simp for ACTUAL ACTIVE military personnel who are from very conservative countries and would spit in the fans' faces, if not worse, the moment they learn how gay the fandom is. Not to mention actual war criminals simps. A lot of people are vocal about how it's okay to like and thirst over the characters because they are just characters and their questionable actions do not have consequences for real people.

On the other hand, some are very hateful towards the opposing team of the main characters and their leader and people have genuinely been harassed for liking him, especially around the time he was added as an operator to the multiplayer mode. Which goes against let people like their little funky war criminals. What they actually mean is it's fine if you like THEIR faves, not just anyone's fave. This hypocrisy is definitely going to get worse with the new game coming out later this year, mark my words.

And that's just the premise of the game, if we get into shipping, most popular ships are between superior/subordinate and that in the real military can get dangerous very quickly, abuse of power is horrific there. On top of that a lot of countries actually forbid relationships with fellow soldiers. But you can say hey, it's just fiction, it doesn't matter to that. As a creator you can choose to overrule this ban, use it as a plot point or conflict, or say fuck it, the characters are too important assets to their big bosses for them to care to punish anyone.

So yes, antis are hypocrites wow what a surprise.

*Fandom not fanbase because I consider the fandom to be the content creation part like fanfics, fanart, zines, discussions. While fanbase includes that and all the players, but especially the ones that aren't apart of the active fandom and the pretty toxic gamers and streamers. The ones who you know prefer guns over humans.

[ruina6471]

Studying historical figures to learn astrology.

When I look at a chart, the first thing I do is identifying which astrological body is the most influential, most powerful. I do not consider myself proficient in astrology, so there’s no elaborate theory behind it. I derived this method from my considerable experience of Tarot card reading—if you trust your cards absolutely wholeheartedly, you can predict the future. I get results that sometimes spook myself and my client.

Let me show you one such case—a client is worried about their final examination, they have only 4 days left to study. The subject is advanced math. They considered asking one of the class tutors to help them.

Issue one- Asking for help from this tutor? Result- Lover/10 of swords—not a good option. The tutor feels no urgency for himself and would stray from the class topic. The client learns nothing at all and is really bad at it.

Issue two- will the client pass this semester? Result- 3 of cups/ the Hierophant. The client IS GOING TO SAFELY PASS THIS CLASS, even though they studies advanced math very poorly. Here, The Hierophant could be identified as the most influential force.

I used Arabian Night Tarot for this client, the 3 of cups shows several women trying to talk an aristocrat into something on a banquet. The Hierophant is a Holy Man who left his body behind as a relic for his disciples.

I tell this client- a handful of people will totally fuck up this exam, as bad as you, you obviously know nothing about math; and this “handful of students” is a big enough number that will make the teacher worried. This group of students will most likely go and negotiate with the teacher for a solution. There will be a group discussion. I advise you pay attention to who fail the test as bad as you, and join this group.

In the end, the teacher will choose to grade the students on class participation, student’s moral value, respect of the teacher and class hard work instead of a number on a final exam—the teacher will try to seek out a kind of “higher moral value”. You will NOT fail this class. You will be safe. Client was still nervous about the exam and incredulous.

A week later, this client came back and tells me what happened- on the final exam date, OVER HALF OF THE STUDENTS simply gave up on math and not show up at all. The tutors and the teacher went into panic mode. They all went away and discuss what to do, and came back with “cancellation of the exam, the grades will be based on class homework and attendance”.

Such is the predictive power of identifying an influential card.

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Now back to astrology. All in all, identifying the most crucial planet, then focus solely on it, becomes a way I try to learn reading a chart (disclaimer disclaimer, I’m not an astrologer). I attempt to test this method on charts of historic figures.

I’ve been thirsting over this pretty gentleman here for a while now— one disgruntled by Moscow weathers that he let anti-Hitler faction does activities among his staff, but hehehe I should stop now.

Fedor von Bock has a very prominent and identifiable Uranus in his chart, in tight conjunction with his ascendant. The tighter the conjunction, the more powerful it is. The conjunction is within one degree.

Let us remind ourselves the natures of Uranus—extremely sudden, intense, and high strung; as sharp as a stabbing knife; does not appreciate soft and tender aspects of life. Uranus is very unfavorable to forming stable relationships, but will have multiple exciting and bizarre love affairs. It signifies sudden destruction, accidents and defiance. Uranus will stab you, drive the blade in deep, and twist the handle. Dry and high just like some Aquarius are, Uranus is not easy to get along, let alone get close and dear to.

Since Uranus is extremely high strung, its natives have tense nerves and weak stomach- It is likely true that Fedor suffers from stomach ulcers. I suspect indigestion too, as if his body rejects food and drinks and would rather live on breathing air. Uranus affects him so deep that it is probable he chose to make these inconveniences part of his character. He has extremely poor ability to relax and rest.

The following is the account from Hitler's Generals by W.E. Hart.

Traditionally, it is SATURN who gives discipline, not Uranus. Saturn is structure; Uranus is anti-structure and highly individualistic. SATURN nourishes the body and a person's material realities, URANUS doesn't care. It is unlikely that Fedor values cultivating structure and disciplined routine in his soldiers, it is more likely that he's a fucking hammer, and he fucking drives everybody into the ground. It is a very important distinction to make.

His Uranus shines so much you'd have a hard time believing Fedi is Sagittarius, a joyful, benevolent Jupiter sign. I honestly do not believe this chart has a strong Saturn, either. I would contend that Fedi did not purposefully sent his soldiers to die like a sadistic, calculated monster. The truth is, URANUS cannot grasp the physical-materialistic-structural-reality aspects. Fedi could not comprehend soldiers are people, and people have bodies, bodies die and then bodies rot, the whole thing is messy. He sees it as a sudden burst of flames, then you are no more on this earth, and it is beautiful. One of the rare things that would move him to tears.

It is understandable that Fedi by nature could not handle logistics (hopefully his staff can). It is true that war experts attribute Germany's failure in WWII as a huge logistical problem. He is poor at providing food and shelter for his men. The bodily aspect doesn’t occur to him until the harsh Russian conditions hits him like a ton of bricks. He would be so affected by it, his own body would crumble.

///

So it's time to drive a point home- not all the time we learn a person by his stars, but we learn about a star from this person, and it is an incredible and valuable lesson. ASTROLOGY CANNOT REPLACE HONEST AND FACTUAL HISTORICAL STUDIES. Never could.

As mentioned, Fedi's Saturn is weak compared to Uranus. Saturn would return a person to their ancestry and tradition; it reminds you that you are part of a structure, a tiny spec in a cold Universe, a screw in the societal machinery. Its reminder can be ruthless and blunt, but its rewards reliable and long lasting. I do NOT believe Fedi sees himself as a part of the Nazi structure and would like to gain a kind of lasting rewards from it.

Here's an interesting thing- modern astrologers tell you that Uranus natives are innovative, cool, they like new stuff, new ideas, new technologies blah blah blah; but Fedi is a well-known and well documented Prussian aristocrat traditionalist. In my opinion, i is because astrologers forget that the generational outer planets are TIMELESS. if "time" is an idea inherently incongruent with Uranus, how do you define what is OLD and what is NEW, say? That is totally meaningless to Fedi-- Prussian ideal is just an intense timeless light for him to burst into flames to. The rest is not important.

Modern astrologers could get things so hilariously wrong, if they do not respect history, but want history to fit into their "modern and better" astrological interpretations to a point of harmful revisionism. Hopefully not many of them are like that.

All that aside, enjoy more fun facts about Fedi-

[dzthenerd490]

Space Marine Chapter: Absolvers

Description: Born form the Blood Angels Legion, the Absolvers hail from the Ark Ship known as the "Vow of Absolution". They make it their mission to uphold any task given to them without anything stopping them, not even death. If an Absolver is given a task, they will get it done and disregard or even kill anything that gets in the way of completing such a task. These tasks can be anything such as retrieving a relic, killing a specific enemy, rescuing high ranking members of the Imperium or delivering a message during a crusade. Nothing can stop an Absolver from getting their task done. The Absolvers are not immortal but make no mistake, killing an Absolver is no easy task. You’d find it much easier taming a Tyranid than stopping an Absolver once they are on a mission.

Unique Trait: The Absolvers are one of those rare Chapters born with two unique traits instead of one. The first is a mutation regarding blood which is standard for Chapters born form the Blood Angels. However rather than being cursed with the madness of the red thirst they have instead been given "Blood Overdose". “Blood Overdose” resides within every Absolver, allowing their bodies to produce vast amounts of blood. this blood is highly radioactive and toxic which can be used as both a weapon and an emergency fuel source for imperial technology.

The second trait is "Undying Duty" which prevents an Absolver from dying until their task is done. Even if their insides are cut open, even if limbs or their wings are torn off, even if their heart is ripped out. The Absolver will keep going and actively get stronger to make up for their badly damaged bodies. Only once their task is done, they will finally die.

Arsenal:

Blood Sacrifice Holy Sword - hidden on their non-dominant arm is a device that extends four tubes out of the wrist of the Absolver and into their primary Melee weapon. These tubes harvest blood from the Absolver and insert it into the Blood Sacrifice Holy Sword to power it up. Because their blood is radioactive it provides a great source of power to the Blood Sacrifice Holy Sword a weapon which drinks their unstable blood, becoming longer and sharp enough to cut through any kind of armor. To activate Absolver must hold the sword with their non-dominant arm and say “Holy Sword drink my blood”. tubes form the device will extend and connect to the sword in order to feed it blood that will power it for at least 30 minutes. Should a situation become dire the Absolver will have to repeat the chant every time they need an extension.

Thought if what's needed isn't more time but more power they can instead say “Holy Sword drown yourself in my blood” and the sword will drink as much blood as it can and gain almost unmatched power as a result. However, it will drain so much blood to the point that even to the point the Absolver’s "Blood Overdose" can’t keep. This is mainly to be used as a fail-safe as doing so can render an Absolver so weak they might not even be able to finish their tasks and there is no greater dishonor than to allow such a blunder. Thankfully "Undying Duty" can help them get back up, but it will take time for the ability to activate properly.

Gatling Blade Shield - Artificial weapon created to be able to shoot lasers out of four cannons attacked to a shield. The shield has two basic modes the first being Gatling where it shoots lasers out of four cannons in accelerated speed ensuring it demolishes, destroys, and vaporizes all enemies. The secondary mode allows the Gatling gears to spin but not for shooting instead for the blades around the cannons to spin, turning the shield into a giant saw to slice apart prey that get too close to the Absolver.

Holy Blood Venom Wings - Naturally a majority of Chapters descended from the Blood Angels inherited wings and the Absolvers are no exception. Wings that are strong and fast allowing them to reach any destination with great speed and little chance of any obstacles stopping them. The wings of an Absolver also have blade like feathers coated with their blood upon growths. As such they can extend and shoot them out acting as emergency projectiles killing anyone who is shot with the ferociously sharp feathers. If the sharpness of the feathers doesn’t kill the victim, the toxic blood the feathers are filled with will finish the job. The wings are naturally strong and thus can be used as guards and also extra blades that slice apart and poison their enemies.

Dual Electro Accelerate Pistols - Small handheld guns that are magnetically charged ensuring the pellets shoot at speeds of Mach 5. The gun holds six canisters each holding 10 magnetic pellets for a total of 60 shots each. Not much to do any lasting damage but an Absolver is meant to focus on their tasks. If injuring an enemy is enough to get them out of the way that is more than enough.

Deity of Worship: Sanguinius of Blood and Divinity, naturally they worship him as their Chapter was born form his Legion. They do not openly worship him not because they are one of the Chapters that believe he is cursed like Lion but because they feel they are unworthy to openly carry his name. As such they consider their tasks as trials brought onto them by Sangunius and to complete them all earns his blessing and raise his honor.

Recruitment: When new recruits are needed, the Vow of Absolution will travel to worlds and cities that have Churches of Sanguinius. The Churches will surrender any orphans they have taken in and they will be taken to the Ark Ship as applicants. Once on the Vow of Absolution the children will be tested in various tasks for a month, such as retrieving scrolls, locate the hiding servo skull, fight one another in combat, and do it all in complete silence while doing whatever is necessary to complete each and every task. Those that do the best while remaining silent, determined, and strong will be chosen.

Applicants who pass will be taken to the DNA factory within the Vow of Absolution where they will be placed in a Rebirthing pod to begin the process. once a week has passed, they will become a new Absolver and immediately begin any task that is needed of them.

Caution Regarding Chaos:

Khorne of Sacrifice and War - Immune, Absolver’s are determined but not to the point of insanity. They care nothing for battle or death they only want to fulfill their duty nothing more.

Tzeentch of Corrupting Knowledge and Magic - Immune, Absolvers only care for the completion of their mission. Tzeentch's voice cannot reach them.

Nurgle of Disease and Decay - Low Risk, there might be Absolvers who can be tricked into thinking their toxic blood is a gift of Nurgle. Thus, to worship him is to be given even greater power. But most normally don't fall for this over their devotion to Sanguinius or the fact that Nurgle is known for being sloppy while Absolvers strive to be efficient.

Slaanesh of Pleasure and Pain - Low Risk, Absolvers are given the determination to complete all tasks but occasionally they might be tempted to seek out more in life. Though ironically the more Slaanesh promises them the more the greater the chance they'll just ignore it's call.

Malice of Anarchy and Vengeance - High Risk, if an Absolver actually ends up dying in battle before they can complete their task, Malice will use the opportunity to resurrect them as a Chaos Space Marine. They will then be able to complete their task in exchange for being another soldier in his eternal army.

[fanartalchemist]

Something old, something new. I decided to draw flippy from a really, gruesome cartoon called happy tree friends, as a murder drone robot. (flippy is from a show i wouldnt recemend watching if you are sensitive to gore and blood. Viewer discretion for that scource is advised) art and story below:

In the MD universe, these robots live on a planet named planet M0ND02019. these groups of robots were tested upon for the posibility if robots can regenerate after damage beyound repair, which involves the absolute solver program. the drones there were prototypes , that was sadly canceled due to the issue with the program and its dangerous properties. this project, and the planet itself was abandoned by the humans, giving the drones freedom since they wernt shut doun property. this population of drones are not very good at self-preserverance, because they die almost every single day. that wasnt mutch of a problem, since after a day or two, they come back to life without memories of their demise, and the events that occured. since they were prototypes, some drones are unable to grow back some of their parts after regeneration from their self destruction. to list a few, handy doesnt have hands (ironically), mole's visual processors never work, russel not only has part of their visor not working, but cant regenerate both their legs anymore (they always have a fresh pair of prosthetic feet luckily), sniffles needs perscription, especially in his gas mask, so he can see, and mime is unable to speak. some even have scars at some point.

theres one perculiar drone that stands out from the rest: flippy. most drones dont remember the events that occur after regeneration, but flippy remembers one specific event: a war he had with a rogue drone that turned into a dissasembly drone. serial designation T plotted to murder all drones, but Flippy and his team went to stop him. this didnt go well, since flippy ended up accidentally backfired his whole mission (harming his teammates in the process), and T was able to make sure his team was destroyed for good. this traumatic event caused Flippy's solver to activate, acting as a self-defense mode that he is unable to controll. his alter ego programing was able to kill T, and using what he did with his teammates to make sure he is gone for good. this is how his alter ego, Fliqpy, was brought into existence.

because of this programing, he becomes a deadly weapon that activates when the robot equivilant to PDSD kicks in. If there is a sound, smell, or anything that reminds hom of that war, the program activates, and he will have a thirst for oil from evryone in its sights. these episodes end with regret and guilt when he snaps ot of his programing. makes you feel a bit sory for him, dosnt it?

[thepoeticbubble]

Here the world wakes up, the sky unfolds, the clouds unclog like active acne, bloody hearts throb with a heaviness, salts seep in, amidst the freezed viens and cemented bones , everything is solid from the outside but gnawed from behind.

Infront of our house,few miles ahead there used to be a lake, the lake is orphaned , the stream about to be silenced , the birds about to be subjugated by thirst, the skin about to be parched.

I grow timid at prepositions else there's more to describe, what's beneath, behind,infront and after you. theres more to envision through imagery , but I can't figure out how to photograph it in words.i cant put everything in language even if I want to, I can't bake poetry everytime ,the oven of mind gets in distress ,sometimes the chimney doesn't clear the smoke off efficiently enough that I can cook the next prose. i wish someone would arrive and let open the windows to bring gush of fresh air without intervening my thoughts ,you will be Noticed not by my eyes but heart .

But my door bell doesn't ring anymore, its throat is lacerated and I don't think anyone visits here either, so it could make even the faintest sound.

It's not like city is out of stock , there is a plethora people but I think I exist remotely.

On days , I yearn to fix the bell but the thought of not being visited deliberately seems more repulsive , so I let the broken door bell follow the code of conduct ~ somebody might have tried to reach me but ughhh curse this doorbell

It is unjust for Inanimate things that surround me,dismembered by the loudness of my Grievances , sinking in a air of loneliness. I never ask them if they are fine because what if the reply is blasphemous.

But Some day some one will knock for sure, and i don't intend to send them back without a cup of tea , send them off annoyed by the smell of flashbacks of burning bread crumbs in fire , I intent to offer hospitality.

So, I mop the floor of my heart, scrubb off the dizziness , measure the diameter to have an idea of space left empty , I could be clear enough but why should I, I estimate the entire fleshy landscape is vacant and not even one thirty-sixth of yard is available in yours, I don't expect you to evaluate my measurements, how would the world care if my sound echos paradoxically, my thoughts appear convoluted , my mind a labyrinth where people stray in search of an exit but are Incapable of , where hope sits aloof and inert .

Here the walls are painted red with a mural that pictures thin blue branches stretching in and out the blind walls. Certain fissures depict that this framework has been susceptible to severe earthquakes from years.

In between the cracks, love's left a goodbye letter , an unredeemable heart ache , a kiss of death , verses of ill-omen never to be read by these fragile lips of life.

The realisation jolts my consciousness in exceedingly high S.I units that i decide to depart as soon as possible.

The road is forlorn, no busses are on business, no one promises a lift to home. It's said when you are overwhelmed, you must reminiscent memoirs from your good books , like a thought that would pacify the quarrels of your mind.

I sit on bench nearby try to recollect my address, which doesn't pass on through my head and i feel defeated down to my bones again. The pickle is what people say should be done , doesn't really compensate for my troubles because to retrieve a congenial memory at times of crisis means to uproot the brain and implant a fictitious spray of dopamine without thinking, this quick aid of "not thinking" vigorously mocks at me.

So, I take my head in my hands to wave off the ridiculous resolutions and again count the shops that come in the way of my home.

The numbers do not stop because cities are always on display and to be found in a market is such a farce, you will sold for sale. I wonder if anyone else was this absurd while being on fright and flight mode~nonsence

The bats babble , you see no life in human form and you ought to get panicked in an amount never metered, the leaves clap and claw out your heart,a strange laughter comes from the wild and you are in the middle of road that doesn't have a board to assure you where you are. Your mind has no gps, and location was never mapped too. The lake has perhaps migrated flushing your home or the lake never existed.

So, to scream just for the sake of hopelessness that adheres you seems the only option. When the tears are about to be delivered, you are called by your mother and the glass shatters, you are home , pulled back from your nightmares

Hope is sometimes cloaked in hopelessness, the cry is made to reach to ears and that is what hope is, to subconsciously believe that your tears will be harvested even when you are in your worst dream, that you will be found from the unknown and unnamed roads.

Home is somewhere in the hearts of those who take this responsibility of holding your hand in times when your identity card is lost, those who come uncalled , those who won't let you be lost when you have lost the address, those who remember you .

Home is always nearby ,you are never estranged from it, just know that while you are fidgeting in your worries somebody is looking for you. Someone is searching you and someone's going to hug right after you are traced . You are homed in hearts that aren't dead

-tabish.j

[atlasisreal]

utterly fascinated by the Tumblr Tokyo mew mew fandom. I've been here for years and pre-New, we had hikayagami, a handful of nostalgic magical girl diehards, and that one artist whose specialty was Deep Blue and the aliens (shout-out to that artist sorry I never really engaged with your content but I would see it in the tag and it made me happy). Thanks to TMMN we're swimming in content again and I'm getting to see who all is in the fandom these days. Here's a brief field guide to everyone I seem to have seen.

TMM Groupies- Have followed every TMM change for the past 21 years. Have read A La Mode and Au Lait, and probably followed the release of New very closely. A beacon of light and updates to all. These are the diehards and we owe them all a big Thank You for being so active. Probably half the reason New even exists.

2002 Truthers- This is a large subgroup, but it encompasses a variety of subtypes. Kishigos and Paitatsus are the largest of these groups. 2002 Truthers pull from the 2002 series for much of their lore and characterization, hybridizing the two series. I love this stuff. The original TMM was very near and dear to me, and I'm glad we haven't forgotten it.

Here for the Girls- Some of y'all are very gay. That's okay, me too, I'm also a big fruit. But wow. The ZakuMint thirst. The IchiMint hunger. The bisexuality of it all.

New Truther- Fans that see New as an append and update to the old series. With the characterization a little more solid, the pacing much more fluid, and the updated animation style, many view New as the FMA: Brotherhood of the TMM franchise. I fit into this camp just a bit. New Truthers are more likely to enjoy Masaya/Ichigo, since he's a little better written in the new series.

New Recruits- I haven't seen many but I know you're out there. Fresh eyes on the series coming straight out of HiDive. These fans offer the freshest and (IMHO) most interesting takes on the show, as they haven't had "My Sweet Heart" stuck in their head since age 11 which has allowed them to retain nearly twice the brain cells of the average TMM fan. (Source: me. I have the brainrot.)

HikaYagami- HikaYagami

The Keymasters- These are the fans that get it. The ones keeping us alive. These are the fans that draw crossovers. The ones that write long speculative fic. The OC creators. The lifeblood. Few remain in the TMM fandom but the ones that do are like ancient sentinels.

Tag yourself, I'm a New Truther and Here for the Girls.