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’hikaru’ & yoshiki but theyre nennetti

cishet boy best friends behavior nothing to see here 🙈

[warhammer-fantasy-muses]

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Fuck.

I think I ship Throt and Ikit now. It just makes sense to me! They're both wacky evil scientists, they both have augmented and experimented on themselves, they've both achieved great things by themselves, and I can just imagine how both of them would chat and boast their heads off trying to impress the other with their most recent achievements.

Plus I just want more fucking gay rats, so god damn it I will make more gay rats.

[heeseung64]

BAD HABIT

your best friend jay knows everything to do with you. your sleep schedule, hobbies, habits - and above all- he knows how to make you feel better.

bestfriend to lovers enha jay x fem reader. long (not proofread). reader is a cleanfreak! jay is in deep love, mental breakdown, angst to fluff to smut. | inspired by this one gojo fic on ao3 i cant remember its name but it was crazy af

"Pick up next time. Or maybe I will stop finding you." A wheeze of huffs and catching of breaths add fog to the air around you. The patter of rain stopped drumming at your crown from an umbrella shaded upon your shadow. You look up and see the look of concern grow on Jay as the light finds your face.

You were crouched upon the kerb, tears streaming down your rosy cheeks in the summer night. You don't spend your nights like this at all, in some random street crying, but today- the day where everything didn't turn out right? the day where you spot your betraying ex across the street- reminiscent of your worse days, the day you spill your coffee, the day you get told off for not doing things right; the day you start to feel the world has no longer any means for you to be here.

you decided that the kerb upon the side of the river's bridge was where the universe wanted your peace.

but of course, Jay had other plans. ㅡmore under the cut ♡。

He watches your pink nose and wet hair collide with his chest as you grapple him for a hug. You croak, contradicting your actions with your words, "You didn't need to find me."

"But I always end up finding you anyway." He scoffs, hesitantly stroking your back with his thumb, scared you'll hear his heart quickly thump for too long. It wasn't long til he dragged you into his car, the fan on blast in attempt to keep you dry. He watched silently in his peripherals as you tried to claw onto your skin, hearing you mumble how dirty and unclean you were.

Everyone knew you liked to stay clean, to them it felt like it was your way of keeping routine.

But Jay knew cleaning yourself was how you breathed life. He knew if you didn't apply your favourite scents, or if you didn't scrub til you bled- your whole year would be over. There were so many occasions where he knew you were crying over the smallest fact that you didn't apply your favourite lotion. Your ex didn't even know that you had a favourite lotion, but Jay had extra in his bathroom just for you.

You didn't think of it too much, you've done so much together with him and yet you lived both of your lives away from each other- having relationships to had relationships, complaining about school work to now college complaints, hearing about family gossip and being in each other's milestones. It wasn't weird for him to always be at yours and vice versa either. Jay was always there, and yet, why haven't you noticed?

"We're almost home." Jay whispered at the red light, pulling your arm away to make you stop scratching yourself. He holds your hand and grasps it close to his thigh as he continues to drive. Home? you wonder as you try to stop picking at your skin. Your memories can't even bring up the first time Jay called your place home, it's like he always said it. The spare key is always paired with his keys to his own place- and you call his home too.

"Home?" you breathe out, a rare word amongst the plethora of remarks against your own thoughts.

"Yes, silly. Home." He chuckles, making no more of your confusion. "I'm silly?" You pout at his mockery as he turns into your driveway, opening your door to yank you out. "Very." His breath ricochets on your neck as he takes out your seatbelt for you.

Since when was Jay so handsy? You thought to yourself. Jay was always an act over say man, but were you guys always this close? Not even any of your friends got this close. You turn away as heat rushes to your cheeks, yet it was still unhidden, caught by his eyes.

"Do you have a fever?" He asks, only for you to push away his hand that was going to touch your forehead. "N-no." you say, "Just filthy." You go back again, taking yourself inside with Jay.

You felt his stern look since the moment he saw you huddled up like a lost puppy on the side of the road. This time felt weirder, with his jaw tightening at every time you scratch, and his eyes narrowing every time you sniffle. It's like it was hurting him too, but you always believed it's because he was sick of you. This night, you knew he was mad. But it didn't stop him from doing what he does best.

"Sit there. I'll start the bath." You were instructed by the stern man who made you sit on a towel on your bathroom floor. He knew you didn't want to dirty your bed with the clothes you wore, and you didn't want to dirty your floor either. He rummaged through your closet, taking your intimates and your favourite set of pyjamas ready for you, placing them on the bed.

"I can do this mys-" "And if I lose you in the process?" He stops to look at you, softening his eyes as he kneels towards you, "Let me take care of you."

You didn't even get time to respond as he gently pulls you up, undoing your buttons and brushing your hair to the side. "If you're uncomfy, just say the word." He stops, holding your shoulders as he reads your face for an answer.

All you could do was look at his lips, glistening under the white light. Speechless at his service, waiting for him to utter another word out of his sweet lips. "Jay.." was all you could fathom. He watched as your eyes practically kissed his face with the way you stared back, yet he stood his ground, silently waiting for you (like all this time) to give him your consent.

You help undress yourself as a response to Jay, making him clear his throat, pulling himself back to the present.

He looks away as you take off your last pieces of clothing, taking your dirty clothes away from your sight. He leaves you for a second and you capture the mess in the mirror, causing tears to spill over the rim of your eyes and your breaths to be shaky. "Jongseong.." You call out his full name in times of trouble, and he hears your whimper, coming out to hush you and wipe your tears.

"I'm so ugly and dirty!" You cry out, only for Jay to shush you, squishing your cheeks. "You're beautiful." He says, touching the bare skin of your shoulders, gesturing you into the shower as he starts it, hot. Just how you like it.

"Can you stay with me please?" Your shaky voice echoes across the bathroom. Jay chuckles as he unbuttons a few of his from his white long sleeve, rolling it up to his elbows as he compiles all your favourite soaps and scrubs. "What happened to "I can do this myself"?" He asks you over the sound of the pouring shower.

"Because.. I'm silly." You blurt, crying out again. The shower door opens again, this time with Jay lathering all sorts of your favourite things on your bare back, with all the perfect ratios you put on yourself too. Vanilla bean and small jasmine musk, coffee bean.. Hints of flora.. The sweet salt.. and honey. It's all expensive, but they were all gifts from him, every one of them, and it made you content.

Jay admits he'd never wanted to eat you if you were dessert, but in the spur of things he blurts, practically confessing. "They say you know when a pretty girl walks into the room." He starts, as he massages patterns on your back, water dripping and staining his corporate uniform, decorating his belt and dress pants.

"You can smell her goodness before you see her." Jay says that as he looks into your eyes, soap running down your bare skin and neck. You blush, turning away as you palm your hair with shampoo. "That's bullshit." You chuckle, scrubbing at your scalp as Jay moves his way to your waist.

"Look at you. I don't think that's bullshit to me."

You stop your tracks as he continues to scrub away at your waist, gently working his way up and down and around your intimate areas, telling you that you can clean them yourself, but he insists on scrubbing everything else. His fingers are foamed as he massages your legs, mentally screaming and silently mumbling at how you should let him take care of you more. He moves up again, catching your eyes.

"Jay.." You start, done with your hair, watching his hands falter and reach for your face. "Mm?" He replies, drunk by your scent and the image of your body.

"Did you ever do this to your ex girlfriend?" You blurt, causing Jay to pause, furrowing his brows. He gestures you to step out as you dip into the bath.

"No," He bluntly responds, "Not at all." He says, unbuttoning the rest of his buttons, before going completely shirtless.

"Y/n." He calls your name, easily forgetting your question. And you gently look up to him from the bathtub, "May I join you?" He kneels against the bathtub, caressing your warm skin as the petals from your favourite salts pour over the giant pool.

You freeze at his eyes, need and determination written all over it, the facade has been broken, and you read him ever so clear now. To the service, the questions and the blatant confession, you realise how badly you loved each other. As if knowing and living in each other's presence wasn't enough, this man had asked if he could bathe in it.

"Please." You whisper, reminding him of the days when you were in high school, where your pride would only falter when he was around, and the first time you said please was the first time Jay offered you a ride home, ironically a day where you were found on a kerb again.

"Wait for me, pretty." He cooes, showing his vulnerability to you. He undresses himself, belt hanging on the door knob and his pants folded over the basket, glad that he was always here enough to have spare clothes. He showers, fog and steaming covering himself, but not his torso, to which you remember was the same toned figure you always manage to catch yourself staring at. He watches you intently fron the distant bathtub, softly scrubbing your arms as you wait for him quietly.

You blushed, tearing your eyes away swiftly as he comes out, bare. He chuckles at your reaction as he steps in, sitting right opposite from you. You turn away, still sniffling from all your little cries, and pink from this current situation.

"Silly. You've seen me before, why are you so shy?" He whispers, a bit of his deeper voice seeping out as you scoot away.

"Seeing each other naked isn't normal.." You seep out, and he sighs. "It really isn't." He responds, waiting for you to catch his hint. "You're the one who wanted me here." He teases, hands coming up to poke your cheek.

"I didn't ask for you to find me. Why did you?" You try to change the subject, but it prevails. "Bad habit of mine. I like chasing after you." He casually replies, grabbing a soft sponge before handing it to you. "My back." He gestures turning away as you begin to go over his back.

"All these years of chasing after me, when you could've said one of the sentences you told me in the shower and I would've folded?" You chuckle, tracing the lines on his back. You hear him chuckle, turning around. "When you had boys lined up trying to date you? I didn't believe I was the perfect match."

"What makes you think you are now?" You tease, to which Jay's eyebrows knot. He comes closer to you, wading against the foamy water, reaching your sides as he pulls himself closer to face you.

"I know I am. You know that." He smiles the same confident smile, and your eyes couldn't help but trail down to his lips again.

Jay sees your eyes forming constellations with his features, and he doesn't hesitate to bring your face close with his hands, gently pulling you to taste your lips for the first time.

You go limp at his touch, hands reaching up to rest on his chest as he holds your nape, kissing your lips like he's unable to drink for tomorrow. You don't stop either, eventually throwing yourself on him.

The still waters eventually rock, swaying as you both erupt out of heat, hands still connected to each other's bodies as you begin to dry each other.

"I love you." You blurt, towels covering the both of you up. "Stay the night, please." You plead into his ear on your tippy toes, kissing his jaw as he watches you slightly pout.

He leans back covering his hardened member from looking at you, clearing his throat as his ears redden. This was his last straw. Can't you get it already? Jay needs you. He always wanted to be by your side, forever. And now that you confessed? He's not going away, not ever.

"I wasn't planning on leaving you, princess." He maintains eye contact with you as needily grabs your sides, tugging you to your main bedroom, the dimly lit lamp caressing the tone of his body as he hovers over your body- sprawled and bare under his eyes.

"What makes you think you are now?" Jay repeats your question, "What a stupid thing to say." He scoffs, parting your hair behind your ear. He leans into your face kissing the sides of your lips. "You're just as stupid for not showing me." You scoff back, and he raises a brow. "What do you want me to show?" He asks, suggestive of his actions. You couldn't bear to drag your eyes up to his face, distracted by whats touching your core so forcefully. Jay notices this, and lifts your chin up to face him. "Answer me, y/n." Just with his voice, the call of your name was enough to pool warmth between your legs, in the stretch of everything, your scent is clouding his mind. You're hazed by his image, and in doing so, you reach to hold his face, tugging it to bring your lips to his ear.

"Show me how much you've been wanting me." you plead.

It was enough- more than enough actually. He couldn't help but smash his lips onto yours after hearing it, tangling his slender fingers around your hair. "I'm afraid I might make you all dirty if I do." He whispers, biting your ear as you shamelessly moan under him, mewling and squirming under his confinement.

"I don't care. I want you." You beg, tears spilling over his member grinding on you and your thighs, you're so full of wetness you couldn't even build your walls of pride anymore. You find his eyes narrow at your words, smirking as he uses his hands to roam down your torso, groping your breasts.

He cups them, maintaining eye contact as he peppers his kisses down to meet your breasts perked just for him- and you moan, impatient. Jay kisses them, twirling his thumb on your nipples as he groans at your reactions, wanting to hear more. "You want me so bad hm?" He groans as he moves down, groping your sides, tracing your curves. "You smell so sweet to me, princess." He says while looking at your entrance, so swole and pink, "I've been waiting to know if you taste just as good." He confesses, placing a finger on your fold, tickling you as you squirm under his touch.

He gathers two fingers to play with your wetness, his cold digits warming up inside you, and he can't help but gape at your glistening pinkness, adding his thumb to swirl your clit around as he reaches down to kiss you again. "Fuck." He groans, pain from the hardness of cock throbbing as he watches you go undone by just the touch of his hand. "Just two fingers and you're going crazy, are you going to be okay, my princess?" He calls you princess again, another nickname he always called you- but this time, the nature of it unfolds, and he treats you so unconditionally with his fingers, lapping and folding in you as you can't help but moan out his name. "Just like that?" He asks, his palm being covered in your slick as you furiously nod, tears seeping out of the corners of your eyes and your nails digging into his forearm thats shaking on you. "Please.. Jay.. I want your-" He shushes you, kissing your neck as he moans. "You can't fit me if I don't play with you like this baby."

You pout, feeling him swirling in you and the sound of his breath rivalling yours as he fucks you with his fingers. You're frustrated, getting hushed every time you feel a climax approach, only to be stopped and kissed sloppy, the slapping of your thighs and juices from his messy movements echoed, with occasional spit decorating your body. Jay was needy, and you were full of his desire, forgetting how bad your day was, forgetting how clean you are.

"Please!" You beg this time, pushing him off, making him under you as you sit on him, your folds practically grinding against his shaft as you place your hands on his chest, kissing his neck vigorously. You grind on him as he watches you do it, sucking on his finger, raising a brow as he moans. "Taste s'good." He breathes, ragged, raw. Unhinged. "Fuck. Where did you learn this?" He asks, eyes fierce, full of intent. Jay genuinely wanted to know. Jealousy was growing in his pants, and his hands that were digging onto your folded thighs that cradled him were showing it well.

"Where did you learn how to fuck too?" You comeback at his words, and he groans groping you as you straddle him. "I should've been the first. I should've been your first. You should've been mine." He mewls, kneading at your skin. "I am now." You reply, getting off of him, stroking his shaft with slick and wetness lapping bubbles between your fingers. You bend down, kissing his girth, your body churning at his size.

"Fuck." Was all he could breathe, watching your eyes follow his as all you continued to do was please him, teasing him. "You taste so good." You blurt, licking his tip as it pops out of your mouth. In return, he tugs you, placing you on your back again. "Enough." He starts, "Let me fuck you right." He growls, holding your legs apart as he kisses your neck again, distracting you from the stretch beneath you.

You gasp, clawing on his back as all he could do was smile. "See?" He teases, starting slow to make sure you don't get hurt. "Jongseong.." You whimper again, making him slow down, peppering you with kisses as he gently places his thumb over your clit again to make you moan. "Shh," He hushes you, "How do you feel baby?" He whispers, and in your reply you moan his name. That was enough to know he had you.

"Shit." He curses, finding it hard not to cum so early. His dream, true and unfolding in front of him, and the noises were exactly as he always imagined. He couldn't slow down either because you kept moaning, so he fucks you hard, rough. Your voice was broken by now, overpowered by the slapping of each other's skin and the erotica of the room. "Princess, I'm so close," Jay starts, his abs contracting hard in front of you and his chest heaving as he holds your legs together, kissing them as he continues to shove himself.

"Cumming-" Was all you could say, pointing to your own hole as he lets you know of his release. He brings up the pace, pressing your legs down on you as he fucks his length deeper into you. "Fuck I'm gonna cum-" He yelps, and you moan, feeling his hips falter, stopping inside of you as he releases it all.

You hold your breath as he does, heaving out as he gets himself off, cum dripping out. He sloppily tries to stick it back in, kissing your thighs and intertwining your fingers with his as he mumbles sweet words to you.

"Baby, I feel so filthy right now.." You mumble, pouting at the mess on the sheets, not to mention the marks on each other's bodies. "But you'd look so hot like this all the time." He blurts, earning a playful slap from you.

"I'll clean you up princess, don't worry." He smiles, "Just let me enjoy you while you're dirty." He teased, planting a kiss on your forehead, caressing your sides and massaging your legs as he pulls you close, hearts beating in sync. "I love you." He chokes on his words, and you kiss his lips, reciprocating his statement; "I love you too."

[murfpersonalblog]

"I agree that Lestat had nothing to do with [Paul's death] directly. However, if we remember that episode, Paul was like: 'That man is a devil, he got into my head!' And my whole thing was, I mean Lestat did get into his head.... I don't believe Lestat pushed him to do what he did? But obviously Paul was very mentally ill. That, mixed with him being hyper-religious and hyper-Christian, I feel like that intrusion of Lestat into his mind? Maybe it made him feel like his temple was unclean, or it made him feel like the devil got into my head and now I am soiled now I am bad. And it probably pushed him to do that. So I don't believe Lestat did do that to [Louis'] brother. But I think [Lestat's] intrusion into [Paul's] brain probably played a role in him doing that, so I'm glad they spoke on it here."

WOW | Interview With The Vampire 1x6 | Reaction & Commentary - FrankFreezy (23:23 - 24:37)

I LOVE this so much.

Cuz it goes back to what I was saying here: Louis has ALWAYS loved Lestat--beyond reason, religion, family, himself, Claudia AND Paul combined. I HATE when people act like Louis never loved Lestat, or never showed Lestat how much he loved him. Pay attention, y'all!

IWTV S2 Ep8 Musings - LDPDL: Burning Questions (Pt2)

EVERYONE called Lestat the Devil. Louis KNEW what Lestat did to Paul--both at the family dinner, and what Paul said later on the roof. He knew it was all true, cuz he'd seen it with his own eyes, and he'd FELT the same way--Louis felt unclean & soiled & bad, and RAN out of 1132 after they had sex the first time; and RAN to the confessional screaming "HELP ME, Father, he's in my head!" after Paul died.

But the gothic horror/romance is that despite seeing Les at his absolute worst, killing all those priests like an utter demon, LOU CHOSE LESTAT ANYWAY. And it's been (literally) KILLING him ever since. "I run to bad beds!" His 128+ dead men in SanFran are all Les!

It's why I love Ep5, as it's just more of the same: seeing Lestat at his worst and Lou STILL loving the monster AND the man in Ep6 (my fave episode in the whole series so far). Seeing Les try to kill Claudia in 1x7 and STILL mourning him all the way into 2x7.

There's A LOT of Les' trash Lou settles for & accepts, inc. even the suspicion that Les ad something to do with Paul's death; inc. Les abusing both him & Claudia. It's not until Les SPAT on Lou's love before a whole crowd of lynchers with "Come to Me" that the last straw broke how much Louis could forgive, cuz "Come to Me/Viens a moi" was when Les got into LOUIS' head and drove HIM to death (vampirism) too, literally in 1x1 & figuratively in 1x6.

The fandom doesn't talk about the dubcon/noncon/mind-rape of the Come to Me/church scene as much as we should, and how much of a violation it was for Les to be barging all up in Lou's head the way he was, while Lou was literally suffering an entire grief-triggered drunken suicidal mental breakdown. Lou's POV makes it seem more like lethal assault (I'm being mortally hunted; my life/soul's in danger by the white Devil). But Lestat/the script acknowledged the predatory nature of Come to Me during the Trial, when Les flipped it to make it seem like Lou had (sexually) assaulted HIM instead (my purity/chastity's in danger by the Black pimp).

This violation of their relationship is IT for Louis ("those were HIS words! F**k you!"). Their history is sullied, Lou's name & reputation (personhood) is dragged through the mud & soiled. ("I was dead.") With Claudia dead and Les betraying them by participating in the rigged Trial, Lou was able to believe Armand's weak AF lies for 77 years ("bad beds"); and sacrifice his love/marriage, "kill" Les & get divorced (Lou's most non-Catholic move of all, LOL) for good.

Les had ONE chance to be honest about the Trial (the 2x8 Tower Scene) & totally blew it by letting Armand get away with "Banishment." It all comes home (literally, in NOLA), when Lou finally stops running AWAY from uncomfortable truths, and asks the burning questions about Les that REALLY define their relationship.

Cuz it's not really about the Trial, or even Claudia; it's about Paul, the catalyst for Louis' entire arc--she was just the final/ultimate casualty. Everyone important in Lou's life has just been another replacement for Paul, "I loved him more than anyone on earth." All the people he had sit & TALK to him--Lily, Lestat, Claudia, Daniel, even Armand (to an extent), are all just Lou looking for Paul--understanding, acceptance, and love--i.e.: his companion. Someone he can confide all his secrets in, who won't judge/condemn him, and who'll accept & love him for who he is.

Sam said Les is Lou's "soulmate." Even though his heinous antics constantly proved Paul RIGHT, Lou also loved when Les put in the effort to prove Paul WRONG--he CAN behave & act like a human & charm the absolute pants off of Louis by just sitting on a park bench or sofa & TALKING to Louis; CONNECTING with Louis on a deeper level than even sex (which Lou already said is the best he's EVER had--and ya boi got around in the 70s-2000!).

But Les can also match Louis' freak; show his fangs, and be an utter monster Lou ALSO loves; cuz there's something dark in Louis too, that Jacob said "needs friction."

I said before that actual saints like Jonah & Paul are way too nice for Louis; too good & pure for this world. Lou LIKES Bad Boys; he likes men who're effed up & broken, cuz it makes HIM feel like he's not alone--HE'S not so bad after all. Vamps are just crabs in a bucket, and Lou's own hyper-Catholic brain treats it as a form of punishment, that he "deserves" effed up devils like Les & Armand. Beaten down all his life, and hating himself, full of self-loathing, Lou never knew his own worth--"let's meet vampires WORTHY of your love!" In 1x5 Lou stopped putting in the effort to take care of himself & their family/household ("ignoring all other duties of the role Claudia once mocked me for: the unhappy housewife"), and stopped confronting Lestat about his BS ("He treats us like sh*t and you take it! Why is that?!"). He's about to burn Les alive in 2x8, then just visibly gives up (puts the fire out), to "kill" Les by marrying Armand (who he's not even in love with, and who KNOWS Lou's only with him to spite Les) before the ink on Loustat's divorce papers are even dry.

It's only after Daniel FINALLY helps Louis claw his way out of Armand's clutches that he understands what Claudia meant about him having never known or loved himself ("Who are you, Louis?"). Lou's TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION required that he work on bettering himself, and allowing Lestat the chance to better himself too. That "friction" was toxic AF, and they both needed a real CLEANSING, which only started when Lou opened his mouth to ask Les the truth (the false-start in 1x6 about Paul; and the real-start in 2x8 about Armand).

So yeah, I love what Frank said, cuz IMO people in the fandom miss a lot of the horrible things Les does INDIRECTLY, in order to forgive the horrible things Les does DIRECTLY--just like Louis did. But just like Louis, it's possible (& totally valid) to love the man while acknowledging the ways he IS a monster, who needs to come clean & be honest, and start taking accountability for the ways he (in)directly contributed to both Louis & Claudia (& Paul's) demise.

[madstheintrovert]

When my friend be getting broken by Heartstopper S3 but I knew what was coming bc of the comics… hehe

Also, I am so fucking here for some sexy ass ocd rep. Some non-stereotypical ocd rep at that. Ugh so hot. Like I’m down for well done rep of ocd that involves thoughts and compulsions about being unclean/spreading de germs or the need for order (which if not met is genuinely distressing af, like this means this will happen), but as someone who has some of the not as widespread knowledge types of ocd (more mental compulsions than physical (or I just do em on the down low hehe), some fun lil guys like suicidal ocd and existential ocd), seeing broader ocd rep (+ how ocd can link in with other baddies) is fucking swell.

[snowbunnytrick]

2 sparrows sold for a penny sounds hard af

thank you omg!! <33

The floor is cold and hard and unforgiving, but Patrick barely notices. The ache in his chest and the clot in his throat are much worse. The clot sticks so hard and so fast and blooms ever bigger as he tries to speak, swallowing as well as he can, his knees trembling.

He sinks further. He sits on his heels, shaky fingers reaching out and curling in the fabric of Pete's jeans. They're, like, boy jeans. They have movement to them. The familiarity, once more, has been stripped from Patrick, down to the minutest, stupidest detail.

"Sorry," Patrick whispers. "Sorry. Sorry, I-I wanted—don't be mad. Please." His voice cracks as his eyes spill over. "I thought I could do this. You said I could do this. I thought you, like—I thought you'd be proud of me."

"Why?" Pete asks simply. Patrick hears himself sob the way a child would, hiccupy and stuttered and full of snot and gunk, messy and unclean and unregulated. He clings to Pete's leg as his body convulses.

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i was thinking about matthew 10:29 (two sparrows are sold for a penny, but neither of them falls to the ground without the Father's knowledge), how these birds are very cheap commodities and together they're worth nothing on earth, but their creator knows how much they matter, because He created them and put them together for a reason. i was thinking of that + patrick's eternal fall from glory during souI punk and i wanted to do some kind of twisted study about it

wip game asks <3

[blueserpent9]

Let's talk a bit about normal tasks that are hard af for some me rn

Showering: literally. Getting into. The shower. Is so hard omg. I will have literal meltdowns if anything goes wrong. I'm not lazy, I don't wanna be unclean, I'm not being dramatic. It's legitimately hard. I hate feeling unclean but still I can't take the gosh darn shower unless my parents literally make me. But I'm working on it

Eating: if I don't immediately know what I want, I just won't get that snack I know I need. Just like no, if I don't know I need that apple, I will not eat it until I have a hunger meltdown later on

Getting up: couch paralysis is really hard. My phone is entertaining okay but like it's not even that. The idea of getting up feels too hard to manage. It shouldn't be but it is

Not skin picking: I don't even realize I'm doing it until it hurts. I'm biting my lips and tearing small amounts of skin off my fingers. Working on stopping it but it's hard, ya know.

Again I'm working on all of these and a lot of other people are too

I hope you don't have to deal with this but if you do, you're not alone

[shellxrls]

I had a thought that y’all won’t be very impressed about…😖

I feel like Rafe smells SOUR af.

I get it…I know he’s a kook and all clean but I feel like his sweat smells bad.

There’s a clip in season 1 OBX when he’s walking into Barry’s trailer (we meet Barry for the first time) and you see abit of back sweat….I just can’t help but think he STINKS bro.

Like when he’s not sweaty I bet he smells soooooo good but bro the sweat he produces, can’t be normal😖😖

i get this but also i’m delusional so i’ll continue to pretend he sweats fucking dior savauge or something !

although i do understand what you’re trying to say, i think he doesn’t sweat obscenely on a regular or generally let himself be unclean ever, and so when it happens its extra dirty bcuz his body/you are never used to that.

[separatedleoau]

Ok I made a little compilation of all the responses I've got for Leo/One's fears so I can asnwer to all of these easier, I went in and highlithed the keywords to make things easier

Fairule / his trauma responses / lossing loved ones / vulnerability / Dr Feelings / affection

You guys are thinking too deep about this! /lh

I know this boy has these fears and I'm planning on exploating them for this story for their angst potential in the AU, but I'm looking for a silly little thing his brothers and April can make fun of! they are not gonna make fun of these! maybe he is but not them!

Plants / snakes

I get the plants because of the vines sutuation, but his brain kind of just put that whole trauma into a box and shoved it to the deepeast corners of his brain so he is basically unbothered by them (until it happens again), he uses the seeds sometimes in battle or just for fun and doesn't mind.

The snakes is canon now for this AU! I already made up a scenario for when they figure it out and they will make fun of it. but I also made it worse because the way the snakes move (specially at one point that one slithers over his skin) just momentarily uncovers that box of trauma since the way they move reminds him af the way the vines moved around his limbs.

Ghosts

You are so right, I completely forgot he is genuinly afraid once he thinks they are real

Heights / Crowds / Claustrophobia / things unclean

Heights is a no, this boy likes to climb and will do it without regards of his own safely, specially after getting the Odachi, 'Oh I just fell from this very hight place? no problem lemme just portal to a safe place'

The thing with the scene on the elevator is that I've always seen it as he being uncomfortable because he is untrusty of all of them but crowds is interesting!

this boy was raised almost completely in confinement. spent most of his time on the lab growing up, just going out to tain at the dojo, with Draxum sometimes and when he sneaks out of the lab. And when he sneaks out he mostly avoids crowds to not be seen, he is quite reclussive on the little free time he has so.... maybe

Giraffes / Toaster

now this is the kind of dumb little thing I was looking for!

Actually the mental image of him going to April's house for the first time and the toaster sudenly goes off and One is suddenly ready for battle, all startled is hilarious and definetly is gonna happen. is he actually afraid of it? did he just got started once and overreacted and now none of his new sibling are letting him live it down? i dont know yet. (it sill deff happen again once he moves into the lair)

[blackjackkent]

Hm let's take a look at this Irenicus book that Volo just gave us, I guess.

Yeeks. I suspect this was probably written while Irenicus was waiting for Caden to show up at Spellhold, and it's creepy af. Given that this is a straight-up historical document over a century old, Hector is somewhat fascinated by reading it but in a morbid sort of way that makes him feel a little unclean.

(This feels like a slight retcon - IIRC, Irenicus's original motivation was to become a god via absorbing the power of the Suldanesselar Tree of Life, and he was punished with being turned (fundamentally) from elf to human, and his interest in Caden's Bhaal blood was primarily around restoring himself to some facsimile of his original elven vitality so he could resume the original plan. This seems to be saying the he was more interested in actually stealing Bhaal's power FOR HIMSELF, rather than as a means to a different end, which feels like the devs have kind of merged him and Melissan into one overarching bad guy.

I'm not necessarily mad at it (if I am indeed remembering correctly) since it streamlines the story for people coming into it at this point and it's even not impossible that he could have held both goals simultaneously; I'm just mentioning it because I'm getting a kick out of being a massive nerd about these games. XD )

Not exactly clear on what (if anything) we're supposed to do with this book to improve our chances against Orin; possibly it's just for flavor, although this game has turned out to not do very much for "flavor" that doesn't end up having significance elsewhere. So we'll hold onto it for right now.

[jackfromthefairytale]

favorite bad omens song

... i regularly listen to their discog in full and you're asking me that..?

cus like... there's the fountain and careful what you wish for which helped me emotionally and there's kingdom of cards which is nothing like anything else they've ever put out but still serves (fantasy vibe) cunt and there's feral which makes me go feral and there's dethrone and the hell I overcame that make me feel like I can Do Things and there's concrete jungle that puts me straight in panem and there's the death of peace of mind which is a song I would really like to have sex with cus like, have you heard that song? and there's blood and mercy and their commentary on human morality and religion ish and there's the grey and never know which have insane clean vocals from him and there's limits which is a banger of a call out song and has such a nice bassline and there's just pretend which is amazing and written out of arrogance and spite and really insane for going viral six months after the album release with minimal marketing from the band and there's glass houses which is a hard af song to begin a career with and there's malice and hedonist and exit wounds for all those who've ever wronged and enough enough now which is just so raw and artificial suicide which is an insane commentary on social media culture and also has some of the best unclean vocals from him and there's running in circles which is so hopeful and happy sounding for a screamed metalcore song and there's the lofi bad decisions - who are you - somebody else trio which should not work as well as they do and there's said and done and burning out which motivate like crazy and there's what it cost/like a villain which is The Single off the album (technically they're two songs but they're also not... ) and has my favourite bridge/breakdown and there's take me first which is literally my blog title and there's if I'm there which I would make a good omens edit to if I had skills and there's broken youth that does fit them and the self titled no matter what noah says dammit and there's miracle which has insane production and is incredibly underrated and not played live anymore in favour of the remix interlude and the letdown and reprise and crawl and the worst in me which have so much emotional charge that are really cathartic to scream and nowhere to go which sonically sounds so fun and there's idwt$ and what do you want from me which are so, like, poppy but heavy and have The Smoothest breakdowns I've ever heard and yeah...

[allergictocolor]

Totally just lifting some lines straight from Shakespeare, but also trimming the text heavily. I refuse to believe that "the two hours' traffic of our stage" was really only two hours. These people really went on and friggin' on.

But I'm actually writing now. It's laborious af, but it's happening. I've got the outline. I've got the ending. It's just a matter of grinding through it. As a preview, here are the chapter titles:

Act 1: Where we lay our scene

Act 2: Two star-cross'd lovers

Act 3: Civil blood makes civil hands unclean

Act 4: Misadventur'd piteous overthrows

Act 5: From ancient grudge break to new mutiny

[chaisshitposts]

bubble tea isn't really that easy to find where i'm from so i had it like 3 times in my life 😭, ig it depends on the store ? The first 2 times it tasted artificial af it's just minlk tea with balls in it with shitty chemically tasting syrup, the third time it tasted like just straight up strawberry milk with caramel (i only tasted a bit of tea in the beginning)and u threw the balls cz they were plastic-ish? Like not just chewy like it felt i was chewing on those elastic bands , but for milk tea in general (like black tea with milk in it) i despise it , like ☠️ it tastes so spoiled, unclean(?) , putrid (??) I just can't 😭

-🍵

:0 where are ya from if I may ask? In the u.s there's way too many boba tea shops honestly 💀 I don't understand how people can enjoy it so much. I once read that this chick died from consuming way too much boba cause she was like addicted to it or something

Ugh I really want some tea rn

[urlocalsupermarketofendocrinosis]

for the ask game you reblogged uuuhhh 23 mins ago, #1!

who is / are your comfort character(s)

martin blackwood jon sims and gerry keay with some jane prentiss and sasha james thrown in there for good measure.

something about the characterization in tma literally hits like a train in a good way

also wylan van eck and jesper fahey

literally all of them need a hug

they are my comfort characters because

jon- sad pathetic little man with fear of losing humanity and boundless love for others but not himself Just like me fr

martin- lonely af terrified of being left behind and lowkey just wants to kill everyone i am one hundred percent him for real

jane- her entire self literallly i love so much corruption and rot and decay is a huge element of my ocd and the way it was depicted through her and how she was disconnected and inhuman also as she became a parralel to jon wondering if he still was even human and just all corruption statements in general all feel like an angsty love letter to me before and after diagnosis and every day i cried into skin covered in oozing liasions and poured sanitizer in and let it sting. the way she speaks of picking at ruined and unclean and impure skin and the singing and humming and wondering if she ever lived without this singing this fear this. This everything., It fucking hurts in my gut. She is loved by me forever. Also the idea of being fully consumed by what loves me makes me happy as shit.

sasha- feels unseen and is forgotten i will literally cry about her any second of any day

wylan- feels incompettent and like a burden what more can i say

jesper- adhd and denial \

gerry- fire and lonelieness and search for knowledge the desire to save everyone but the inability to interact with people like dambn i love it

and ofc they all queer as shit

[letterstotheflre]

you know im here for both daryl and eddie so i will absolutely send you stuff about both.

i have an interesting relationship with daryl because i started watching twd about two years late. when i first met him in s1 i really really didn't like him. but we got to s2 and i fell in LOVE with the man im not even going to lie. his whole character arc is fucking amazing and i hope you dont mind me saying i would deepthroat his uncleaned cock in the apocalypse with no fucking issues. bc you know there are days when u just cant get a good clean on yourself in the apocalypse.

eddie is also my love and i have a similar situation with him. i didn't dislike him when we first met him; in fact i thought he was cute af and stuff but i didn't FALL for him until after people started going insane over him. i kinda had a whole "oh yeah, yall are right" moment as posts started going wild on him.

anyways. im happy to gush over both of them with you.

(and james potter watch me)

my rewatch of twd has made me appreciate early season’s daryl sm. i just love how sassy he is 🥹 his character development is crazy but it’s also filled w so much trauma that i can’t help but miss his early version, especially his s3-s4 era (probably the only time he ever felt happy after the turn rip ☹️)