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[ibogainetreatment08]

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[yourspiritualrevolutionllp]

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[dinsverdika]

Tonight's poolverine thought is just Logan rubbing his beard all over Wade's face to scent him because he's been holding himself back from claiming him for so long and something triggered his possessiveness.

Bonus point if there's some deep chest rumbling happening as he does so. I also wonder if Logan would do biscuits like cats do in these moments with only the very tips of claws coming in and out as to not hurt Wade.

[starcurtain]

Sometimes I think about Aventurine in the moment he first discovered his Pathstrider abilities. The moment he first realized he could shield not only himself but also others. The very first moment he realized he could be a source of safety, rather than a burden--than a curse.

Sometimes I think about the hatred he must have felt for himself in that instant.

Where was this power when their camps were burned to the ground with every last one of their meager possessions? Where was this power when his mother died begging as he cowered, playing dead in a bath of the blood of everyone he knew?

Where was this power when his sister stood tall, a silhouette against the lightning, and used her body as the shield? Where was this power in the maze, when it could have spared the screaming child who was the first to die?

You could have saved them. You could have saved them. You could have saved them.

[starry-bi-sky]

Love and hate can sometimes cross wires - DPXDC Ficlet

She props her up against the far wall, and kneels before her, fingers deceptively gentle against her cheek. Danyal is cold and trembling, her once bronze skin now dull. She meets her other half— self— sister— mother— predecessor’s eyes, and they are still wet. But now they are sharp, focused on Her face.

Danyal takes a shuddering breath, one that wracks itself down her spine. One that She can feel sinking into her — their? — shared soul. “You’re going to kill me.” She says, matter of fact, something like grief choking in her voice, making it shake.

She blinks at Her mother—sister—friend— predecessor, a feeling She knows is horror but thinks is hatred filling up Her lungs. Her cool palm trails kind down to her throat, Her talon fingers wrapping around the fragile skin. With very little effort, She could break her little neck. “Yes.” She murmurs, a sound only the two of them can hear. “I am.“

Her mother-sister-other half— predecessor shudders again, and yet makes no sound. Simply goes limp with acceptance in her arms. She doesn’t bother to even fight; she looks tired. Make it quick, it’s like she says.

I will. She promises, running the gentle padding of Her thumb along her jugular. It’s the only mercy She thinks She’ll ever give. But first…

“Give me a name?”

(Mother— sister— mine—) Danyal stares at Her, confusion parting her slowly paling lips. There’s silence between the two, thickening the air like the rise of an oncoming storm. Hurt and rage begins to toil beneath Her skin. Was the thought of naming Her so abhorrent, that she’d rather not say a thing at all? Her name is nothing?

Before She can take Her anger out, Danyal breathes in sharp. The sound is painful, jarring like jags of broken glass. She raises a hand, her palm — rough and calloused, proof of her fourteen years of life, of hardship — finds Her cheek too. It’s almost loving, the way Danyal swipes her thumb across Her skin, her clammy fingers tucking a strand of hair behind Her ear.

An emotion sweeps across her, boiling and toiling, burning hot and consuming her whole. Thick, bubbling in her throat, curling behind her teeth and under her tongue and tinging her peripherals with spots. An overwhelming emotion.

It must be hatred, she thinks. What other feeling can encompass one so much?

When Danyal breathes out, so with it comes a name; “Layal.”

Danyal always did love the nights.

(If you ask the Mother of Monsters why she killed Danyal al Ghul, she’ll tell you it was because she loved hated her.)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

thought you'd enjoy this art by ozanpulat on insta.

OH I DO I DO VERY MUCH ENJOY THIS

[grapesodatozier]

shindeku makes me lose my MIND what do you MEAN izuku was the first person to ever break shinso’s control and shinso is the reason izuku saw the vestiges of one for all for the first time?? what do you MEAN izuku is the first person shinso ever saves by quirking him and in doing that shinso is the reason izuku is able to talk to one of the previous wielders and learn how to use blackwhip for the first time and what do you MEAN blackwhip fizzles out as soon as izuku sees that shinso thinks izuku tricked him on purpose????? they are so intertwined quirk wise and just constantly helping each other fall into huge personal revelations every time they interact and I’m supposed to be normal about it????????

[thepersonalwords]

Trusting your inner voice, which is one of the critical steps in developing intuition, is predicated on being truly self-confident.

Laurie Nadel, Dr. Laurie Nadel's Sixth Sense: Unlocking Your Ultimate Mind Power

[pushing500]

Goodbye, Angst; we hope you had a good time staring at the wall in the laboratory. Mechi cordially invites you to never return. xoxo

Mechi is excellent at childcare

I distinctly remember looming over my parents' bed in the dark and waiting for them to wake up when I was little. I bet it's much creepier when it's not even your kid doing it, just some random child who wandered into your house.

I bet Mechi hates being called "Mr. Jones"

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[hamable]

Hhhh bnha 419… Deku has given this fight everything he has. What happens next is literally out of his hands.

[abrielarnold]

“Ooh, the attack dog is coming,” Julius stage-whispers. He wavers close to Alex’s ear—too close, shifting Alex’s hair against his temple. “Think he’ll bite this time?”

Danny’s lip starts to curl.

Things That Bleed chapter 8 by @kkachis @artistfingers and @ghostly-cabbage .

This fic makes me feel emotions.

Me:

I am very normal about these characters and their situations.

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw's 2024 Birthday Event — R&S

⚡ Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a R&S which hasn't released in EN yet!⚡

[Released Date: 17 June 2024]

THIS IS A MUST MUST READ BEFORE YOU PROCEED READING THE DATE!! And it would be better if you know a little about “Journey to the West” esp the main character Sun Wokong aka the Monkey king!

"Kids, we'll see you again tomorrow," as the last bite of birthday cake was finished, the host on TV, dressed in children's clothing, exaggeratedly waved goodbye to Shaw. Accompanied by a lively and pleasant melody, Shaw knew that once a lot of text appeared on the screen, it meant there were no more cartoons to watch today—just tomorrow. 

At the thought of this, Shaw's mouth involuntarily turned downward. Tomorrow, he would be going back home, unsure if he could continue adventuring with his animated friends on the screen.

The images on the screen continued to change. After two or three ads, uncles and aunties in suits started appearing on TV, reading news that didn't interest him. Shaw lowered the volume with the remote control, and then fragments of his grandmother's voice from the study drifted in, overshadowing the boring news broadcast.

"I'm an old bone, no need to worry... He's been doing fine these past few days, but as for you all..."

"Ah, little Ling is still so young, why not let him..."

Upon hearing his own name, Shaw's ears perked up involuntarily, but unfortunately, he couldn't make out the rest of the words. Shaw thought for a moment, then decisively got up from his small stool and tiptoed towards the study.

Grandma was on the phone, speaking in a hushed tone, but Shaw could tell she wasn't happy. Who could she be talking to? Shaw had a faint suspicion in his heart, yet curiosity drove him to eavesdrop on the adults' conversation. Unfortunately, just as he leaned his ear closer to the door, the creaky old wooden floor beneath him betrayed him with a loud groan.

Grandma's gaze instantly turned towards him, meeting his eyes directly.

Shaw's face flushed red with embarrassment, and he turned to run away.

"Why are you running?" Grandma stopped him with a firm voice, covering the receiver of the phone.

"I'm not running," Shaw nervously scratched his nose, turning back. "I... I just felt like having green bean soup and I happened to pass by."

In reality, there was no way Shaw would pass by here on his way to the kitchen, but Grandma didn't expose his little white lie. Instead, she smiled and handed him the receiver. "Alright then. Would little Ling like to listen to the phone call?"

"No!" Shaw blurted out almost instinctively. He wasn't foolish; he knew he wouldn't hear anything good if he took the phone.

Grandma was a bit puzzled but also seemed to understand. She exchanged a few polite words with the other end of the line before hanging up the phone. The elderly woman reached out her hand towards Shaw, who slowly shuffled over. She gently ran her hand over his head, smoothing down his unruly hair from his crown to his stiff neck.

After a long silence, Shaw spoke gloomily, "I... don't want to answer the phone."

"Alright, we won't answer it," Grandma responded gently.

"... And I don't want to go back home."

“Why not?” Grandma asked softly.

"I don't like it there. It's not fun," Shaw replied.

Grandma nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Were you happy celebrating your birthday at Grandma's house?"

"I'm Happy!" Shaw answered without hesitation. "No one bothers me here. I can watch cartoons and eat delicious food. It's great."

"Oh, this child..." Grandma chuckled softly as she gently pinched Shaw's cheek. "If no one bothers you, you'll become a wild child, won't you?"

"Why would I become a wild child? I'm the Monkey King!" Shaw lifted his chin defiantly, countering with confidence. "The Monkey King doesn't need anyone to tell him what to do. He can go wherever he wants and do whatever he likes."

The Monkey King was the coolest character in all cartoons, and Shaw admired him the most. He had so many followers, and no one dared to challenge him. Whatever he wanted to do, he could do it—even if he was thrown into an alchemy furnace, he could turn disaster into blessing and come out with fiery eyes, which was just too awesome.

"Do you want to be the Monkey King?" Grandma asked, somewhat surprised.

"I don't want to be the Monkey King," Shaw corrected seriously. "I am the Monkey King."

"Oh, I see~" Grandma chuckled with a drawn-out tone, but she raised a counterpoint to Shaw. "But wasn't the Monkey King defeated by the Buddha later on? And didn't Tang Sanzang put the golden headband on him during their journey to the West?"

"Those are... uh..." Shaw stumbled, feeling indignant and warming up his argument. "Those are made up by them! Hmph, in my heart, the Monkey King has never lost!"

"Hahaha!" Grandma burst into laughter upon hearing Shaw's words, her eyes widening. 

"I don't disbelieve you, Little Ling..." Grandma tried to suppress a smile, stroking Shaw's head, "But even the Monkey King can lose sometimes, it's really no big deal."

The boy immediately became flustered. "Why don't you believe me!"

"The Monkey King wanting to become stronger, wanting to break free, is a very good thing. But being suppressed for 500 years, wearing the Golden Cuffs, may not be a bad thing either." Grandma's voice was soft, blending with the summer evening's warmth, each word falling into Shaw’s ears. "Only by experiencing these things will he understand what he truly values."

Shaw nodded. While he didn't fully understand, he felt that Grandma's words made sense.

Shaw looked at Grandma. The six-year-old boy vaguely felt that Grandma might be trying to console him about something, but he didn't want to understand. He was furious about losing to the Buddha, frustrated about being suppressed for five hundred years, and annoyed about being forced to wear the golden headband. 

He simply felt that none of this ever happening would be the best outcome—because, fundamentally, why?

Why couldn't he be the Monkey King? Why did he have to be manipulated by adults? Why couldn't he just be free all the time? Even if Mount Five Fingers stood in front of him, so what? I want everything in this world, nothing can obscure my vision.

I want it. Shaw firmly emphasized these three words in his heart.

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🙉 Date (coming soon)

[quick-catton]

i just thought about how scared and alone felix would've felt when he realized he was dying in the maze and that no one was going to find him. he was so young and golden :-(

[fire-in-my-woods]

[moe-broey]

While the World's Slowest Slowburn makes the most logical sense, between Kiran and Alfonse. In my heart. Moe manages to find a way to get in an overly handsy way too intimate WAY too soon I just got my ass ghosted or perhaps dumped situationship with Alfonse. In a demisexuality and trust issues honoring way. ALL under Moe's assumption, that "Well he's Not gonna get attached to me so It's Fine."

[thisonelikesaliens]

Queen Hwang Da Seul is back. I am watching 5 GLs live (and Pluto is starting this weekend!!). And there's a gay dating reality show from Hong Kong.

I am THRIVING!!!