#u mi's library

[sangahnomiya]

"Love me— that's all I ask of you..."

once again, the phantom of the opera nvfr brainrot has consumed me,, listen I am so WEAK for the lil spin that Raoul and Christine do after the kiss and I had to draw it as nvfr

ref photo + link UTC!

[deansbeer]

hi kari baby. i’m feeling sad bc of a boy (i need to stop dating them and remember i’m bisexual) but i was wondering if i could request an anakin fic where reader is like “i feel like love is an inside joke that everyone else is in on” and anakin is like i love you and i don’t just need you i want you and love can be our joke and we’re laughing together. i just really need hurt/comfort right now.

love's cosmic jest ⎯⎯ ANAKIN SKYWALKER.

⎯⎯ the love you and anakin have for each other becomes your new favorite punchline.

YAP SESH! dedicated to my ALLY @spcncershasting. sorry that i took AGES to write this request for you, baby! but it's finally out. love u smmm. mi preciosa amor.

WARNING(S) emotional vulnerability | F!READER | JEDI!READER | self doubt | mild angst | fluff.

୨ৎ HAYDEN'S LIBRARY.

you find yourself staring out into the vastness of space, the swirling stars and distant galaxies a reflection of the confusion within you. LOVE, you've always thought, is a joke that everyone else was in on. it's as if the universe itself is laughing, and you're the only one not hearing the punchline.

you're on a ship, the hum of the engines a steady background to your thoughts. anakin is beside you, his presence both comforting and unsettling. he's an enigma, a whirlwind of contradictions that somehow makes perfect sense.

"what's on your mind?" he asks, his voice soft, yet it cuts through your reverie like a lightsaber through the dark.

"love," you admit, almost whispering. "i feel like it's a joke everyone else understands, but not me."

there's a pause, and you can feel his gaze on you, intense and searching. "you think it's a joke?"

"an inside joke—" you clarify. "—one that i'm having a hard time grasping."

he leans closer, his eyes full of a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat. "i love you," he says simply. "and i don't just need you, i want you."

the sincerity in his voice is undeniable. it's like a light piercing through the fog of your doubts, illuminating the path you didn't know you were searching for.

"love can be our joke," he continues, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "something only we understand. and this way, we're laughing together."

his words wrap around you, a comforting embrace in the coldness of space. it's as if he's offering you a lifeline, a way to be part of something bigger than yourself.

"anakin," you murmur, your voice barely a breath. "how do you make it sound so easy?"

he chuckles, a sound that resonates with warmth. "because with you, it is easy. everything else fades away, and it's jus' us, sweetheart."

you pull away to face him, seeing the truth in his eyes. there's no deception, no hidden agenda. just the honest, raw emotion that you've been yearning to find.

"i want that," you admit, the words tumbling out like a confession. "i want love to be our joke."

he reaches for your hand, his touch grounding you, anchoring you to the moment. "then let's make it ours," he says, his voice a promise.

you nod, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. feeling as if the universe has shifted, finally aligning in your favor, allowing you to finally hear the laughter you thought was beyond your grasp.

together, you and anakin sit in silence, the stars your only witness. it's a quiet moment, yet filled with a profound understanding that transcends words.

"you know," he says after a while, a teasing lilt in his voice, "i never knew love could be this... fun."

you laugh, the sound surprising you. it's genuine, a real laugh that bubbles up from within, a reflection of the joy you feel.

"who knew?" you reply, grinning. "love, an inside joke that makes sense."

anakin squeezes your hand, his smile mirroring your own. "and it's our secret," he says. "one we'll keep laughing about."

as you watch the stars drift by, you realize that maybe, just maybe, love isn't about understanding everything. maybe it's about finding someone who makes the confusion worthwhile, someone who turns the chaos into something beautiful.

with anakin by your side, you feel like you've finally found your place, your understanding of the joke that is LOVE.

and it's a punchline worth waiting for.

[cyberkitty1]

imagine miles with a shy reader like they would be so cute, he spoils her, calls her cute nicknames, just treats her differently than what she's used to omg 🤭🤭🤭

ALL OF MY WORK DISAPPEARED IM SO SADDDD

- You guys eat lunch together he doesn’t care if his friends laugh or make fun of him. You have friends too you are not a loser just shy.

- you guys dont eat in the lunchroom if it’s spring/summer you eat outside if its too hit or too cold you eat in the library.

- YOU HAVE THE MAGNETIC BRACELETS THAT WHEN YOU HOLD HANDS THEY CONNECT CALL ME A LIAR IDC THIS

he refuses the pink ones or the “girly” ones bc he says it would make him look like weird idk

- He never leaves your side in public spaces, like when you go shopping or to the mall. Even if you go into underwear/bra stores he’s always with you. You walk around like this

- he always uses cute nicknames on u

mi vida

mi cielo

mi mundo

mami

ma

bebe

princesa

bonita

hermosa

mi flor

mi todo

the whole list

- now for the pictures u take 😈

this

this

this

this

this

this

MANY MORE BUT IM LAZY

- he tries not to raise his voice at you, he’s so sweet idc if im lying to myself let me live 😢

[pxgeturner]

Miguel O'Hara is a world-renowned professional boxer, and Hobie's other best friend. One night he finally makes the two worlds collide and sparks immediately fly between the two of you. But will he distract you from meeting your publisher's deadline? And will you distract him from getting World Champ?

before you follow. m.list. Iron Fist gfx library. series m.list. tag list.

Prologue. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. Epilogue.

wc. 1.5k

an. hi. its me! Giselle, or gi, or gigi to few (not to be confused w gg, that is one of my moots. she makes really cool art.) n e ways here is the awaited Prologue for Iron Fist. Oh goodness I'm so nervous. I just want to make a few things clear. the reader is an author (obvs). She's recently graduated uni and is Latina! I write with a woc!r in mind always. I try to be as inclusive as possible, pero porque soy Mexicana, r might lean towards being more Mexican but I'll try to keep her Spanish standard and not be too specific to my family's culture. much love! hope you enjoy <3

please don't forget to reblog! likes do nothing to boost engagement.

Your foot taps against the floor. The damn blank document stares back at you. Mocking you is what it’s really doing. Fuck you, you think, I achieved my goal. I published a book and it is a damn bestseller! Only problem is that the readers want more. It’s been… some time since your first book. And sure, Jess said you can take a break before starting a new project. But you also know that it’s good to ride on existing publicity. At least be able to make an announcement that you’re writing something while all this excitement lasts. Maybe you should write something about vampires. You love vampires and how they fit into romance and how them drinking blood is a euphemism just a bit away from, the whole cannibalism-equals-all-consuming-love trope and how when a vampire attacks it’s often an allegory for rape and— but you have nothing to add to the conversation. You have nothing new to say, no new perspective or hot take, or twist. You have nothing. No ideas.

Not a single word on the page.

You have an idea, leaning forward to peck the keyboard. “F-u-c-k. T-h-i-s!” You highlight the text and italicize it.

Fuck this. At least it’s words on the page.

You reach for your cup and take a sip. “If all else fails I can ride on the rest of the signing bonus and royalties for a bit since the book is doing good, and once that dries up, I can apply to be circulation assistant at a library or something.” You sigh and take another sip. “But nobody has to know for now.” You get up, searching for your phone. You find it resting on the arm of the couch, you grab it, sliding onto the cushions, resting your head where your phone just was. “God, don’t make me a one hit wonder, I wanna be a star. I wanna be the one to push that bitch Colleen Hoover into obsoletion. Please God. Please.”

You open your phone and look for your mother on speed dial.

“Hola, nena!” Your mama’s voice is happy, she must be having a good day. You move into the kitchen. You need a snack.

“Hey, mama, how are you?” You hold the cell with your shoulder as you look through your pantry.

“Good, good,” you find a pack of roasted seaweed snacks and grab it.

“I went on a date anoche.” Your shoulder drops and the pack of seaweed slips out of your grasp.

Mi mami fue a una cita. Con un man! You stand there, trying to process that she is actually back on the dating scene.

“How did it—” you aren’t holding your phone anymore. You use the wall as support to lower yourself to pick up your phone and snack.

“—ay, mami, lo siento, mi cellular se cayo de mi mano.”

“Todo bien, hija! I’m glad you’re ok.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, I’m ok. Anyways— how was the date? What’s he like? Am I going to have a stepfather soon?” you joke.

“My time for marriage is gone, muñeca, I’m just looking for companionship, pero, tu lo sabes.” You hear some subtle clinking in the background of the call, she must be stirring her coffee. You open your snack and park yourself on the couch. “Are you writing?” Ugh. Not you, too.

“I was, just finished for a bit before I called you.”

“You called me to procrastinate.” You choke on your seaweed from the accusation.

You clear your throat, “I called to check in with you. I call you practically every day.”

“But right now you called me to check up on me as an excuse to not write. Nena, I know you.”

“Okay, fine. I might be having some writer’s block,” you admit, sighing.

“And that’s okay, nena, but then you need to get out, get some inspiration. Allow the world to give you a story.” There’s mama, with her easier-said-than-done advice. But, maybe you should get out of the house.

“Alright, I’ll go out soon.”

“Tonight,”

“—I will go out to the Chinese place across the street and nothing more. I’ll talk with Hobie when he gets back to see if he has any ideas.” You hear your mama make a noise in her throat.

“You still live with that boy?” Here it comes. You’ve lived with Hobie Brown for three years and have known him for five. She’s always been apprehensive of him, since he’s radical and looks like he’s been in jail, with all the metal in his face, and why does his hair look like that? But Hobie is the one who’s kept you sane all these years. He’s held you while you cried and pushed out of your comfort zone when you were getting too stuck into your routines, most likely by dragging you to a concert or a protest. You help him thrift and flip clothes and ever since that one time his stylist had an emergency and canceled, you now help him tighten his wicks every so often. On days like that the two of you stay in, watching nostalgic movies and listening to any demos he’s recorded recently. He’s like a brother to you at this point.

“Yes, mama, I still live with Hobie. Nothing’s changed.” You move the phone down to your chest and take a deep breath.

“I didn’t like him when I first met him,” you clench your jaw as she continues— “…and although he’s one of those kids, I can tell he is a good boy. I’m glad he takes care of you.” You relax. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have someone you could kiss.” “It would be nice, but right now it’s not happening.” “Alright, muñeca. I’ll leave you alone for now, but keep your eyes open for a nice man.”

“I will, con cuidado, mami, besitos.” You make a kissing noise into the phone, and she responds with a goodbye of her own, and you wait for her to hang up the call.

You sigh, and look at the coffee table. Hobie left his song book at home, weird. It’s open to the song he was working on the other day. It’s a slower song, you can still hear the melody. You drum your fingers to the tune. He’s on an unfinished verse. You pick up a pen from the little catch-all dish and scribble down a line or two.

…

Hobie weaves through the roar of chattering, anticipating fans and into the tunnel, and walks past employees and into Miguel's prep room to see him tying his shoes. “Hey,” Miguel looks up. “Hey.”

“Are you excited?” He moves to sit by the boxer, shimmying up against his shoulder.

“Haven’t really been excited for one of these in a while.” Miguel breathes.

“Well, one step closer to retirement!” Hobie bounces out of his seat. He turns to face his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna do great, you big fuckin’ bear of a man.” He ruffle’s Miguel’s hair.

Miguel gives a half-ass hum in response.

“Well then, I’ll be out there, mate, cheerin’ you on.” He puts his hands in his vest pockets and walks out the room.

As he reaches the empty doorframe, Miguel speaks up. “Thank you, Hobie.”

“Anything for you, mate.” Hobie nods and goes to join the audience. Miguel fastens his gloves and puts on his robe. He warms up waiting for his coach.

“Ready, O’Hara?”

Miguel turns around. “Always ready for a fight.” He clenches his jaw. Walking down that hallway, the festive colors lighting up his path and the music blaring, he does his little bit, the movements molded into muscle memory.

This is it. This is his last year fighting. If he gets world champ again, he’s free.

Soon, he gets to fight his last fight. And dammit, the world championship will be his last match. Then, he’s never gonna have to come back.

He weaves under the ropes, entering the ring. Sitting on the stool, he shrugs off the robe and lets Carlos put the mouthguard in.

“You are going to show this guy exactly why people call you el oso!” Miguel beats his gloves together and nods. He might not like his job right now, but he really wants to hit something and goddammit if his opponent doesn’t look so beatable right now.

Coach Carlos steps out of the way, and Miguel stands to walk to the ref as he calls for him to center.

“We went over the rules in the dressing room.” Right before Hobie got here. “I want to remind you to protect yourself at all times, and obey my commands.” Ring the damn bell already. “God bless you both,” I don’t need it but this kid might. “Touch up,” here we go. He touches gloves with his newbie opponent and each goes back to their respective corners.

Miguel takes an orthodox stance.

The bell rings.

Miguel lands the first punch. He also lands the last.

[kairiscorner]

I absolutely LOVE your Miggy fics, they make me wanna tear the screen open and eat them

ANYWAYS, I was wondering if you could do a shy!reader and just a really cuddly Miguel? Like reader could come home from a bad day and Miguel just swoops them up and cuddles them on the couch or in bed. THANKS, UR THE BEST KAHSDGBKAJJJE

- The 🐢 anon

˗ˏˋ ✮ kairi's AUtober !

double feature 3: a big teddy bear of a man; cuddly miguel o'hara a/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAA TY LOVELY, and no, YOU are the best <333 THIS IMAGINE IS SO LOVELY WTF, i wanna eat and marry it all at once. hoping u like this !!!!!

it was always a pain for you to think of conveniencing others, you learned how to live most of your life sneaking away from others and just dealing your problems all on your own; but when you'd come home to your partner, miguel, oh, he'd immediately offer his help and himself to all of you just to make your day a bit brighter. he isn't the smartest nor keenest when it comes to his own emotions and others' emotions—but he was always one to be concerned about practically everything about you if he found out something was bothering you or you weren't feeling alright. miguel knew that you had the tendency to shut people out or to shut yourself away from everyone else, but today, he was going to put an end to you brushing your problems under the rug. when he asked you when you got home how was work, and you took too long to answer him because you desperately wished to tell him the truth, you also didn't want him to worry and contemplated on the thought of lying to him about it.

he wasted no time and gently wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground effortlessly; you yelped in surprise, not expecting miguel to carry you all of a sudden. you told him to put you down, that it was okay, you totally didn't have one of the most exhausting days of your life at work—totally! but miguel wasn't buying it and gently set you down on the bed and curled up next to you, wrapping his sculpted arms around you again as if he knew you were going to escape him yet again. "mi tesoro... please look at me, amor." he begged of you in a soft voice, trying to hide the concern in his tone but failing miserably. you turned on your side to see his once hardened, distant expression transform into one of longing; his big, brown eyes brightening up as you did.

he ran the pad of his thumb over your cheek and sighed. "if you're ever struggling, please just... don't be scared to tell me everything. i might not have all the solutions, but i want to be your refuge. can i maybe... hug the hurt, fatigue, sadness—all those negative, confusing feelings away? it's the least i can do for mi dulce amor." he mutters as he takes your hand in his, interlocking fingers with you, moving in closer with you as his nose touches yours, his lips mere centimeters away from your own. you nodded and told him you'd try, and that he could touch you; with miguel, in his haste, pressing his lips against yours as he embraced your smaller frame. his lips lingered on your for a few more seconds, until he finally pulled away and held you tighter and closer. "i would stay like this with you forever, if the multiverse would only let me... i take away all that bad stuff you've had to deal with and just... make everything okay, not just feel okay. because i love you..." he told you as he kissed the tip of your nose and buried his face in the crook of your neck, relishing this moment with you, and savoring it even more as he felt your soft, littler hands around his waist. he tensed up at first, but succumbed to your touch and sighed, expressing in a million ways and touches that he truly loved you and wants nothing more than an eternity of peace and loving with you and only you.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

[seungssky]

meet me at seven - k.mingyu & j.wonwoo smau

based off of the songs '7PM' by BooSeokSoon and Peder Elias and 'Bittersweet' by WONWOO, MINGYU, and LeeHi

pairing: ot13 x reader -> k. mingyu x fem!reader x j. wonwoo genre: comedy, drama, ot13 svt crack/sillyness, romance in later chapters ooo extra info: fem!reader -> language arts major, college au, olderbrother!seungcheol >:), social media au with some written parts, guest starring kim doyoung and some of nct127, guest starring bestfriend!huh yunjin and bestfriend!chaewon of le sserafim + way more theres too much to add to this LMFAOAOOA warnings: mild swearing, mature topics (drinking, controlling relationship, etc) -> will put a content disclaimer in each chapter title!

synopsis: y/n runs into two other english majors on campus during her shift at the campus library, and somehow strikes up a conversation with them. she then finds out those two boys and the rest of their friends live on the same floor of the apartment complex as her and her roommates. how did we end up in this situation?

started: 7/26/2023 ended: ---

updates every wednesday and saturday

meet me at seven official playlist

masterlist profiles one / profiles two

・❥・thinkin' about you

・❥・when i grow up

・❥・crush

・❥・let me hear you say

・❥・flower

・❥・simple

・❥・pretty u

・❥・adore u

・❥・do re mi

・❥・our dawn is hotter than day

・❥・thanks

・❥・trauma

・❥・i can't run away

・❥・i don't know

・❥・circles

・❥・i don't understand but i luv u

・❥・space

・❥・shadow

・❥・rock with you

・❥・home

・❥・ready to love

・❥・lean on me

・❥・to you

・❥・darl+ing

・❥・same dream, same mind, same night

・❥・happy ending (epilogue)

・❥・2 minus 1 (bonus chapter)

a note from seungssky: hello everybody! welcome to a new fic im working on, this will be a long one, so i hope you stay tuned for the ride! if you're wanting to be added to the tag list, reply to this masterlist post <3 ill upload as often as possible, so please be patient :) hope you enjoy whats to come.

reply to be added to a taglist!

[firenati0n]

song tag games (it's a 2 in 1!) <3

hello! so sorry i have been so horrifically behind in the lil games!! thank you for tagging me ily this is so fun! here is a twofer :D

fave song from the list game:

rules: put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

ten songs!

rules: hit shuffle on a playlist and post the first ten songs.

i shuffled my proposal au playlist hehe:

I Will Follow You into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie

Hate That You Know Me - Bleachers

Don't You (Forget About Me)

Miracles Happen - Myra

Just Asking - Aquilo

Carry On - Josef Salvat

Everybody Talks - Neon Trees

The Middle - Jimmy Eat World

Dancing in the Moonlight - Toploader

Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez

xoxo roop

+ open tag + tagging back below the cut:

i have been so behind on my tag games fr i am so so sorry but thank you to @run-for-chamo-miles @gay-flyboys @onward--upward @cha-melodius @benwvatt

@cultofsappho @14carrotghoul @blueeyedgrlwrites @myheartalivewrites @saturntheday

@littlemisskittentoes @bigassbowlingballhead @leaves-of-laurelin @porcelainmortal @sparklepocalypse

@suseagull04 @everwitch-magiks @caterpills @changinghearts @energievie

@zwiazdziarka @alasse9 @kiwiana-writes @whimsymanaged @kiwiana-writes

@wordsofhoneydew @anincompletelist @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @orchidscript @welcometololaland

@cricketnationrise @celeritas2997 @myheartalivewrites @nontoxic-writes

[chibiclem]

"Hetaween 2024 Day 1 : The boy and the skinwalker

@hetaween-event

Sypnosis : Younger America had been roaming all in what will be his territory, discovering innocently the wildest part of the North continent. But along with beauty, he had found some more sinister reality he could probably not comprehend fully at the time.

May be he forgot later about all the danger he had to face to stay alive...

(Fortunately, a certain Navajo personification intervene before things got ugly!)

*****

Hey there! Hetaween is such a huge help for inspiration to me, I really wanted to participate. Unfortunately, I could only do a few arts because i'm too busy being an adult and not being able to do it on time! (And discovering a new drawing app too is quite the changer) \;u;/

So for the first "prompt" it was about psychological horror, witches and bones. I've completely threw up the psychological part of it I guess haha!

I actually did 'serious' research about "Skinwalkers", which are some renegate sorcerers of Navajo's culture, able to change apparence into an animal (mainly coyote), having been ostricized because of their reprehensible behaviours ( like canibalism as an exemple).

But I could only found one serious study on internet : a thesis called "The (Mis)representation of the Navajo Skinwalker in Online Horror fiction", by Matt Vasek. There might be others not accessible in some historically and sociology library somewhere.

Anyway, skinwalkers are underrepresented in images, so I had to use coyote/wolf references to draw one. (I might put the links later if you're interested)

****

[salanaii]

Learn Korean with me - Week 19

Day 1 - 3: Vocab

** Don't forget your journals and of course Netflix.

꿉니다 Kkum ni da Dream/dreams/to dream

도서관 Do seo gwan Library/libraries

고마워 Go ma wo Thanks

잠 Jam Sleep/slumber

남자 Nam ja Man

아이스크림 A I seu keu rim Ice cream

배스킨라빈스 Bae seu kin ra bin seu Baskin Robbins

아이 A i Child

콜라 Kor ra Cola

아파트 A pa teu Apartment

또는 Tto neun Or/either

여자 Yeo ja Woman

우의 U ui Friendship/raincoat

우유 U yu Milk

뽀뽀 Ppo ppo Kiss

듀오링고 Dyu o ring go Duolingo

여자아이 Yeo ja a i Girl

여자들 Yeo ja deur Women

아니요 A ni yo No

남자아이 Nam ja a i Boy

개 Gae Dog

학생 Hag saeng Student

가수 Ga su Singer

제 Je My

고양이 Go yang i Cat

음식 Eum sig Food/cook

한국 Han gug Korea

메시지 Me si ji Message

도넛 Do neos Doughnut

신문 Sin mun Newspaper

씨 Ssi Seed/Ms/Mr

집 Jib House

파티 Pa ti Party

부산 Bu san Busan

서울 Seo ul Seoul

맥도날드 Maeg do nar deu McDonald’s

모터스 Mo teo seu Motors

삼성 Sam Seong Samsung

도쿄 Do kyo Tokyo

블루윙즈 Beur ru wing seu Bluewings

유나이티드 Yu na I ti deu United

드래곤즈 Deu rae gon jeu Dragons

뉴욕 Nyu yog New York

스타벅스 Seu ta beog seu Starbucks

런던 Reon deon London

사과 Sa gwa Apple

연필 Yeon pir Pencil

개미 Gae mi Ant

방 Pang Room

수영합니다 Su yeong hab ni da Swim/swims/is swimming

[itsokbbygrl]

It’s Me, Hi!

My Writing • NSFW Sideblog • A Peek Into My Brain • For The Horny Babes: Wank Bank • My Library • For Fic Notifications

Hi! I’m LJ (technically, Elizabeth Jane, but, semantics). I’m 34, queer (putting the B in LGBT), located in the Midwestern USA. She/her pronouns are preferred, please. ♡ Here’s my last three selfies (4/5/24 and 9/30/23) feat. my curly curly bangs that never want to stay blown out. I’m a real person, promise.

My DMs and inbox (buenas, mis pollitas! = say hello, my little chickens) are always open, I promise I’m friendly. If you are my mutual I am kissing you on the forehead and the mouth because I luh u. 💖 Come say hello sometime! Some extras below the cut.

My mother would describe me as, “striking,” and, “a little intimidating,” and, “incredibly smart.” I would describe me as, “a retired theatre kid,” and, “an anxious mess,” and, “bad at following through on completing WIPs but always coming up with new stories.” (Also witty, tenacious, and a keenly creative but ew that’s so honest.)

I’m a 🔮woowoo🔮 girly. Libra sun, Aquarius moon, Sagittarius rising (Virgo Mercury and Venus, Gemini Mars if we’re going full big six). I grew up in the performing arts (dance first, then singing, then acting, then I threw them all together in musical theater).

I love a good old fashioned Midwestern goodbye (welp! it’s about that time!), hockey, a good glass of wine or a smooth pull (or 5…) off the pen 🍃, and pets (the animals, but I also will not turn down physical affection lol). Anyway! That's enough for now. You can always find more things that are very "me" in my "LJ core" tag. Ok byeeeee!

[sangahnomiya]

Nearest, Dearest, Fairest

In a crowd of ten thousand, my beloved alone is the fairest of them all.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/51633574

[bittermarching]

Makes no sense to me when people have a "do Not follow me if you believe/don't believe xyz" in bio or post "unfollow me now if you think ___" Like, you're not seeing their posts, they're seeing yours. And wouldn't you want people who don't agree with you to follow you and see your posts? To learn something new, to change their minds?

Not that you have the obligation to argue with any idiot who comes across your blog ofc -- but why not make opposing viewpoints available to people who may be mis/uninformed? My blog policy is the same as a library: the ideas and resources are open to whoever, but if you make too much noise I reserve the right to kick u tf out.

[pretentiouswreckingball]

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most! Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

thank you for the tag mi amor @blossoms-and-possums <3

no pressure tags: @whorerific @deermessrs @frank-lilac @bellaxisworld @belleandsaintsebastian @moongays @spacexcowgirl @otrtbs @nevvaraven @inevitablestars @moonysfavoritedog and OPEN TAG

[quitealotofsodapop]

En instagran me vi reel de memes ''mi papá a las 5 de la mañana'' en vez de estudiar por su puesto que se levantaba tirando las sandalias y estas se escuchaban por toda la casa, las tos fuerte, la orina a chorro de rio y el tintineo de llaves XDDD y dije ''ese es Wukong/Pigsy'' u otro reel en el que vi a un papá durmiendo con la tele encendida y su hijo la apaga solo para que se despierte inmediatamente para decir ''para que la apagas si estaba viendo'' XDD me imagino a Wukong en esta situación y uno de los niños c:

translated via DeepL;

"On instagran I saw a reel of memes ''my dad at 5am'' instead of studying of course he would get up throwing his sandals and they would be heard all over the house, the loud coughing, the urine spurting and the keys jingling XDDD and I said ''that's Wukong/Pigsy'', the urine spurting and the jingling of keys XDDD and I said ''that's Wukong/Pigsy'' or another reel where I saw a dad sleeping with the TV on and his son turns it off only for him to wake up immediately to say ''why turn it off if he was watching'' XDDD I can imagine Wukong in this situation and one of the kids c:"

Pigsy is def the "wakes up loudly at 5am" kinda dad (I should know I live with one XD). Lots of groaning, grunting, and loud bathroom noises.

Wukong makes more noise cus he *needs* to have a multistep shower/hygiene and clothing routine before he's awake.

Meanwhile, Tang and Macaque are snoring away. The library and the theatre aren't going anywhere after all.

Tang only wakes up when he smells Pigsy's cooking. He's quick to perk up for the day though

Macaque wakes when he darn well feels like it, crawling out of the bed covers into comfy clothes. Takes forever to awake fully.

[aurora--sky]

Castaway Life | Polskie Tłumaczenie

Tłumaczenie Castaway Life od @down-in-simsland ➝ data tłumaczenia: 5.1.2025

🏝️ Stwórz własne przeznaczenie na bezludnej wyspie: uzbrojony jedynie w maczetę, zbieraj drewno i zasoby, aby przekształcić dzicz w życie swoich marzeń, z dala od cywilizacji! Ten pakiet modów zawiera 6 różnych modów, każdy z własnymi wymaganiami. Niektóre pakiety czasami nie są wymagane, ale są jedynie zalecane: odpowiadające im funkcje po prostu nie będą używane.

🔥 Fire and Wood - wprowadza nowy przedmiot kolekcjonerski: drewniane deski. Kiedy wyzwanie Proste życie zostanie dodane do parceli, drewno będzie wymagane do obróbki drewna, ale nie tylko! Wprowadza również nowe funkcje do ogniska. 🏝️ Beach Treasures - dodaje nowe wyzwanie parceli o nazwie Śmieci oceaniczne. Gdy wyzwanie zostanie dodane, niektóre przedmioty będą losowo pojawiać się w dowolnym terenie wykonanym z piasku: Tajemnicza skrzynia, miejsca do kopania, a jeśli masz szczęście, dzikie zwierzęta. 🤳 Phone Battery - po dodaniu wyzwania Bez przyłącza do gry konieczne będzie naładowanie telefonu, aby móc z niego korzystać. 🎨 Dye Creation and Wool Dyeing - możesz teraz tworzyć barwniki na grillu i używać ich do zmiany koloru wełny. 🐠 Campfire Food Replacement - zmienia jedzenie pierwotnie tworzone przy użyciu ogniska z Ucieczki w plener: Jedzenie będzie teraz podawane na drewnianym talerzu, który lepiej pasuje do otoczenia. Simowie będą jedli je pałeczkami zamiast zwykłym widelcem. 🚿 Shower at Sink - pozwala Simom używać zlewów do szybkiego mycia się.

tłumaczenie trzeba włożyć do folderu z modem

bez moda tłumaczenie nie zadziała

każda część moda ma polecane pakiety i dodatki

mody uzupełniające: korzystając z serii modów Do It Yourself (tłumaczenie też można znaleźć u mnie), możesz zacząć od prostej maczety oraz zasadzonego drzewa i stopniowo odblokowywać coraz więcej przedmiotów umiejętności, których możesz użyć do tworzenia

parcela: aby ułatwić Ci rozpoczęcie, twórca udostępnił parcelę użytą w tych zrzutach ekranu w jego galerii pod nazwą Plage du Rescapé

Fire and Wood wymaga pakietu rozgrywki Przygoda w dżungli oraz Lot51 Core Library

Beach Treasures wymaga Lot51 Core Library

Phone Battery wymaga dodatku Życie eko oraz XML Injector

Dye Creation and Wool Dyeing wymaga dodatku Życie eko oraz Lot51 Core Library

Campfire Food Replacement wymaga pakietu rozgrywki Ucieczka w plener

Shower at Sink wymaga dodatku Cztery pory roku (wykorzystuje animację mycia się w deszczu) oraz Lot51 Core Library

➝ zgłoś błędy przez formularz lub ask ➝ gdy tłumaczenie nie działa ➝ lista moich tłumaczeń ➝ co aktualnie tłumaczę/aktualizuję ➝ tou ➝ kup mi kawę

📂 POBIERANIE: CURSEFORGE (wkrótce) 🏝️ SFS 📂

[shirohige-pirates]

Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Chapter 16: Frustrations

Tuesday you entered the garage once Marco brought the two of you back to your house for the day. Sure enough there was your car - you’re practically new car. Everything had either been machined, replaced, or refurbished, and you were certain the only miles on the new engine were however many Kid used to make sure everything was perfect before driving it from the shop to here.

“Wow.” Marco whistles. “It looks brand new.”

“Technically it practically is.” You admit, walking by the small work bench you had in the garage and picking the keys up before walking around it. “Man, Usopp did a phenomenal job.”

The 1978 phoenix design had been expertly recreated on the hood. Black lined the body, fading into blue, and then teal, and finally there was small golden area around where the bird’s heart would be. The wings were hollow like the original design, lined thinly in metallic gold with teal for the flames. Against the blue of the car’s body it really made the design pop.

The final touches were what you and Usopp had talked about the most. It was based off a design you’d seen of the mythological Phoenix in a book you’d read. One that, well, you weren’t sure anyone else had access to anymore.

Three sets of golden rings chained from the main body of the bird’s tail feathers. One wove its way down around the headlight assembly, the final orb painted behind the car’s manufacturer’s insignia. The other two chains slid off the hood and fluttered down the quarter panels of the car, ending just before the door handles.

“`What uh… what prompted these colors and this design?” Marco questions, walking around the car with you and admiring the work.

“It’s a little unorthodox right? Usually the phoenix is depicted with reds and golds. A powerful entity of life and rebirth and immortality.” You begin. “Timeless and mythological.”

Running your fingers over the last few chain links of golden tail feathers on the car’s door you pause for a moment before continuing.

“I read a book a long time ago, thanks to Ivan shoving books in my hands almost faster than I could read them, that had an illustration of the phoenix with colors like these.” You smile softly, a mix of the memory and your little white lie. Ivankov had shoved books into your hands as fast as you could read them when you were younger, but even so, most of the books you had read were contained within your library. A place no one could enter unless you let them.

A place that would get you executed on the spot, changed world or not, if anyone ever learned about it. You hadn’t even told Ivan about it, though you were pretty sure that he knew you had a devil fruit, even if you never used it or talked about it. Your surrogate guardian was dangerously observant.

“It was a book on Devil Fruits,” you say a little abruptly, pulling yourself out of your own memories. “That’s where I got the word tori too. The Tori Tori no Mi are a class of bird-related devil fruits, and besides, Tori-chan is just an absolutely adorable name for a car that’s probably going to sound like a demon if I rev the engine a little roughly.”

“Ah, I see. So you’re a, uh, fan of that devil fruit?” His words are a little awkward, but his expression is relaxed. He gives you an easy smile when you look over at him.

“I mean, it is a really cool fruit, but I don’t know that I’d say I was a fan.” You clarify. “No matter what a devil fruit is or does, the effectiveness of any of them is based on a ton of different variables. The stamina of the user, their capacity to mesh with the fruit, the creativity required to utilize it, and the control to keep from burning themselves out.”

You clear your throat a little, popping the trunk to see if Kid left you any surprises. “If I was a fan of any fruit, it’d be more like being a fan of the person who had it. You know, how well they could use it, and what they used it for.” You explain, pulling out a jumper kit, an emergency kit and a blanket from the trunk before lifting up the floor to see how the spare tire and jack were situated.

“I mean, who’d be a fan of someone who had like, a healing fruit and all they did was go around and kill people?” You start putting the kits back in the trunk and give Marco a smile. “It wouldn’t be the fruit’s fault, at least, but what a waste.”

“That makes sense.” He murmurs. Taking in a breath he smiles, focusing on you more than the car. “Want some company for your first drive?”

You grin. “You trust me enough to relinquish control like?” You tease.

Marco grins. “I like driving my car, yoi.” He begins. “It doesn’t mean I have trust issues.”

“Mmm, but you do like being in control.” You assert, giving him a pointed look as you unlock the car.

“You’re not talking about driving anymore.” He grins, getting into the passenger seat and setting it as far back as it will go.

“I was not,” you admit, settling in and hitting the garage door before you start up the car. The engine in your Firebird is a little louder than Marco’s SEL, but it rumbles smoothly, and the even though it’s amplified within the confines of the garage, it’s not so loud as to be a nuisance.

“It feels like it’s been months since I’ve gotten behind the wheel.” You run your hands over the steering wheel. “It’s a little surreal honestly.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, everything’s new, effectively. This isn’t my car, but it is most certainly my car.” You try to explain. “Kid did a solid job.”

“You’re not wrong, yoi. I might have to consider seeing if he’d be willing to be my primary mechanic.”

“If you actually let him work on that SEL he’d probably pay you for the privilege.” You laugh. “Next time we have a reason to go to the shop I’ll see if I can get him to show you Victoria.” You turn, looking over your shoulder as you back out of the garage. “It’s certainly one thing you two have in common, if nothing else.”

“Hm? He’s more into the older luxury cars?”

“Yeah, Vicky’s a 1957 Bel Air.”

You drove the two of you along a few back roads, hitting a long open stretch and really opening the motor for a couple of miles. You didn’t want to push your luck too much, but it was nice to be behind the wheel again. It was even nicer to have a car that wasn’t going to break down on you on the way to work, or well, anywhere within the island honestly.

You and Marco talked about cars while you drove. How he effectively inherited his from his Pops, and you admitted that your car had been a gift from Ivankov. It wasn’t in the greatest shape when you’d first gotten it, and you’re pretty sure Ivan had only meant for you to drive it for a couple of years before buying your own.

Before the car had given out, however, you’d ended up getting close to Kid. With his business it just made sense to let him keep the car running, and in the process you yourself had learned quite a bit about cars. It had worked out in the end, and even Kid had been trying to get you to replace the Firebird for the last couple of years.

He wasn’t sick of working on it, so much as he was probably worried the frame would just snap while you were in the middle of driving.

But now that wasn’t a concern. Tori-chan was as new and as safe as you could hope for, and in a way the entire process really had made her something of a phoenix.

After the drive it was dinner.

And then farewells.

The kiss in the foyer was gentle, long, sweet, and entirely too brief.

Your fingers had stayed entwined in his for as long as you could possibly manage, and you didn’t want him to leave.

He didn’t want to leave.

But there would be work in the morning, and you had your date plans set for Friday. Time that had danced around you and slipped through your fingers might deign to slow the next couple of days, but it would still move forward. It had no other choice.

Once you closed your front door, however, you had a problem you hadn’t really ever had before.

Your home was empty.

Empty hadn’t ever really been a word you had used to describe it before. It was, perhaps, a bit too big for a single person, but it had all that you needed and more. You had shelves of books, plenty of storage, and room enough to host parties occasionally. A little more than modest, decidedly less than ostentatious.

But it hadn’t ever felt empty before. Not like this.

You tried to tell yourself it was the rush of a new love, but you’d had “new” lovers before now, and even then your home had been comfort. The peace and quiet gave you time to recharge, or cool off. It never left you feeling almost hollow.

Almost cold.

It was frustrating! You were full-grown, not some teenager led around by your nose by your libido. There was no reason to be so dramatic about it.

Flopping onto the couch with a sigh, you already knew the problem wasn’t your libido. Sure there was a lot of chemistry between you, and a lot of tension, and a lot of tenderness too. You teased each other on near equal terms, and you were certain he was struggling as much as you were.

The flush in his cheeks, the red in his ears, the heat that rolled off his neck and the desire that slipped from his lips like silk. The way his fingers twitched and flexed, and the pleased sounds that rattled around in his chest.

The way he restrained himself even though you could tell he just wanted to completely take over.

In some ways you wanted to let him. Not to lose yourself in him completely, but a little. Enough that, at least in certain situations, you could happily let him lead. Let him decide.

Let him hunt you.

“-you’re going to end up that Vet’s pet, little mouse.” Kid’s words echo in your brain a little, and you scoff into the empty air of your home.

Empty.

Grumbling and muttering, you pull yourself off the couch and grab a shower before turning in early for the day. Time would pass because it had to, and if you were just going to be frustrated sitting on the couch, you might as well get a little extra rest.

If things went well this weekend you’d need the extra energy anyway.