#which i suffer ✌🏻

[areyoudoingthis]

me @ my therapist: i don't know how to deal with my anger (mostly about being misgendered)

my therapist: society changes very very slowly, learn how to be patient and tolerate frustration

my adhd: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[strlingsav]

I’m simply in love with your portrayal of Simon/Ghost. This fandom has so many incredibly talented writers, I am glad I stumbled upon your work! Your interpretation of his character is among my favourites 🥰 if it interests you, I would like to request a comfort fic w a femme reader who is perhaps not active on the field herself, but more on the intelligence/IT side of the operations (you can totally change this if you want, it’s up for your interpretation!) who is capable but suffers from insecurity and imposters sydrome (yep I am totally projecting🤫🤐) and during a mental breakdown bc of the stress from work, Ghost of all people, who she previously has only seen during a few briefings and never has approached bc of his intimidating reputation, finds her. Cue to the stoic scary big man who has previously only stared her down turning out to be actually very supportive and appreciative of her work because he always has noticed her. It’s up to you if want to keep it sfw or not! But a dash of softdom/service top sprinkled w some praise kink wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world🥴 I would love to see your take on this if this idea interests you, and it’s totally fine if it doesn’t 🥰 it’s always a pleasure to read your work regardless! Have a good one! ✌🏻💕

Thank you very much!! I appreciate that very much 🥹🫶🏻 I can definitely do this!

Support

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— Ghost stumbles upon you, after-hours, during a breakdown.

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

It was approaching two in the morning. You were running solely on caffeine and nicotine- neither of which were helping your dry eyes or headache. The light of your monitors was the only source in the room, completely enshrouded by darkness as you stared blankly at the screens. You'd hoped it would help you focus, think more clearly, but so far it had only isolated you further, brought nothing but pressure and stress.

It wasn't supposed to be difficult, it was supposed to be easy. It was supposed to be easy for you. You'd studied computer technology and engineering for years- built and coded programs for organizations all over the world. You'd worked within the military for nearly a decade, providing the most proficient and reliable support among your similarly-rated peers. You were quite literally an expert, but you didn't feel like it. Not with the unfinished assignment sitting before you.

Laswell, Price, the entirety of 141- they relied on you. They relied heavily on your abilities to guide them through their fieldwork, to do the digging they couldn't reach while on location. Though, as you leaned back in your chair, your lip red and raw with irritation, your back aching, you didn't feel reliable. You felt the familiar sting of failure, of total disappointment.

It bubbled up in your throat, escaping in a series of curses, shoving yourself away from the desk before you wound up damaging thousands of dollars of equipment. You paced, stared, and paced. Your mind swimming with questions, re-thinking every sequence, every key, every exhaustive search you could possibly pull- and still hadn't decrypted the data.

Your hand slammed down on the desk, scattering the pens and piles of paperwork you'd accumulated over the many hours you'd spent stewing in front of the code screen. The cursor blinked at you- waiting, taunting you, filling you with dread.

"Y'alright in here?"

A gruff voice pulled you from your anxious stupor, and you yanked your hand from the desk, gasping sharply. You looked up, finding Ghost at the doorway.

In the dark, you could hardly make out his silhouette, but the outline of his mask was a stark contrast against the pitch-black room.

"Didn't mean t'scare you," He said, taking a few steps forward. "Heard somethin' in here."

You let out a sigh, your heartbeat relaxing back into its regular rhythm.

You'd heard his voice before, usually over the comms, and seen him during briefings, but you'd never spoken in person. You knew he had a reputation for being tough and commanding; it put you on edge watching his looming figure in the darkness. He was undeniably intimidating, especially as he stalked toward you.

You stepped back, letting him around the desk to see your monitors.

"You're up late," He said, examining the screen.

"Trying to decode this shit," You huffed, forgetting about his domineering presence once you refocused on your failure. "It's taking me longer than it should."

"Looks complicated," He replied, his eyes meeting yours briefly.

"It is. It shouldn't be, but it is," You sighed again, sitting down as he looked over your shoulder.

"How long you been at this?"

You ignored his question, leaning in to further examine the code screen.

"It's late. You should sleep, get back to it in the mornin'."

You furrowed your brows, looking over your shoulder to find him closer than expected.

"I don't need sleep," You shook your head. "I need to figure this out. I'm close."

An epiphany sparked in your head- a brute force attack you hadn't yet tried. You quickly typed in the keys, waiting with baited breath as the screen paused.

A flickering script reading 'denied' came across your screen, typed out in front of you for confirmation. Validation that you'd failed, again.

"Fuck!" You shouted, cradling your head in your hands. "I-I can't figure this shit out, I can't do it." Your voice broke, hoarse with strain.

You looked up at him, your eyes now watery with frustration and anger.

"'Ey," He said, leaning forward. "Relax. I dunno much about this shite, but seems you're doin' alright."

You tilted your head. "Laswell needs these documents for Shepherd tomorrow, and I've got nothing to show for it. It'll be my ass getting dismissed. It's not alright."

"Shepherd can wait," He said. "You've saved our arses more than a few times."

"It's not enough."

"It's more than enough. Relax, you're givin' me a bloody headache."

"I can't relax," You looked up at him with blood-shot eyes.

"If anyone can do it, 't's you. Seen you handle worse than this." He gestured to the screen, a flippant motion.

You sucked in a deep breath, nodding slowly. You were more than shocked to hear the comforting words from Ghost. A man revered for his deadly hands, ferocity. The irony made you giggle, short and quiet, though he heard it.

"What's funny?" He asked, moving to lean against the desk.

"Just didn't expect you to be so supportive. Appreciative."

"I see what you do," His gaze was unwavering as he stared you down. "Couldn't do it m'self. Owe you my life, if not more."

"Not quite," You quirked up a brow.

"Yeah- quite. Raid in Las Almas, no other escape routes, Price called you in and we were on the way out in minutes."

You bit your cheek, nodding slowly, your eyes shutting as you digested his words. He was right- you'd done your fair share of evac and location support, never losing a soldier. Regardless of how horribly the assignment was going, you couldn't deny only you had the capacity to complete it.

"Thanks," You nodded, looking up at him. "I'm just in my head, stressed out."

He cleared his throat, sitting up a bit straighter.

You leaned back, grabbing a cigarette from the nearly-empty pack on the desk, and lighting it up.

"You want one?" You asked, offering him the package.

He took one, offering a quiet, "Cheers."

He lifted the cover of his mask up above his nose- it took every ounce of strength not to immediately watch his lips as he stuck the cigarette between them. Even then, your eyes glanced at the newly-discovered flesh, diverting your gaze when he locked eyes with you.

You inhaled deeply, letting the nicotine coat your lungs, before exhaling into the monitors before you.

"Should get some sleep," He said, standing up.

"Yeah," You nodded, shifting to lean forward. "Yeah, I will. Just a bit longer."

He sighed, bringing his gloved hand down on the keyboard.

"I'll break it in half if I need to," He said, his voice low and threatening.

You swallowed, raising your brows at the unexpected reaction.

"Alright," You huffed.

You stood to your feet, putting your cigarette out on the ashtray beside your mouse. He did the same, arms folding over his chest as he waited for you to leave your station.

His adamant opposition to letting you continue was admirable. Attractive, even. You hadn't anticipated feeling grateful, or happy to have had him find you.

You'd kept your distance from him, though you'd always find your eyes gravitating toward his. He'd already be staring, watching you from across the briefing room. At first, you'd been terrified, wondering if you'd done something to piss him off, but nothing ever came of it. Instead, he'd lift his head to find you, check over his shoulder to look at you.

He found you intriguing, attractive. A brilliant woman; smart, educated, someone he was glad to have on his team. He'd seen the countless hours you put in, the calm tone of your voice every time there was a stress signal from one of the men. You held it together for them- the least he could do was the same for you.

He liked the way your eyes studied the screen, the way you'd chew your lip raw. Though it wasn't in your best interest, he found it alluring. His mind wandered when he'd see you, nothing appropriate at all- only to satisfy the heat that curled itself inside his intestines when he laid his eyes on you.

He remembered seeing you for the first time, wondering who you were: laptop on the desk, pen in hand, bright-eyed and eager to please. Immediately, he'd fabricated images of you in his mind- images that he'd play through during the lonely hours of the night.

"Why are you up?" You asked suddenly.

"Couldn't sleep. Don't sleep much."

You shook your head, "And yet, you're lecturing me." A small smile lifted your lips.

"For your own good," He answered.

"That's interesting," You mumbled.

"Why's that?"

You breathed in, "You've only ever stared me down, don't think we've had a conversation before."

"Y'can say a lot without talkin'," He retorted.

"I wasn't sure whether you wanted to fuck me or kill me," You grinned.

"What's the consensus?"

"Still not sure," You held back a grin.

"Would've killed you by now."

You laughed, "That's not very comforting."

"Should be. Only leaves the former."

He moved closer, standing up straight as he unhooked his legs.

You were pleasantly surprised, though your nerves had been roused from their short slumber. Heat washed over your cheeks, climbing up your spine before returning to the crest of your thighs.

"Think y'could use some stress relief," He said. "Y'seem pent-up."

You pulled your lip between your teeth, your eyes shifting between his. It was tempting, more than your mortal being could possibly resist.

"Maybe," You uttered, your hands twitching with anxiety as he neared you.

He cocked his head, "Maybe ain't an answer."

"Yes," You blurted. "I could. But not if you're taking pity on me."

He chuckled, a sound you'd never heard before from him, though it was somewhat deformed. Amusement and disbelief rather than enjoyment.

"Sweetheart," He cooed, his chest nearly pressed against yours. "It ain't pity. Y'should know better."

"We'll, you're not exactly approachable," You said, tilting your head to meet his gaze. "Haven't had the pleasure of speaking with you before."

He nodded, "S'alright," He said. "Had enough o' watchin' from afar, though."

You breathed out, long and cathartic as it passed your lips. Releasing every worry and anxiety, relieved to be able to focus solely on him- on Ghost.

His hand reached your waist, softly pulling you into him, finally connecting your bodies. You let out a quiet grunt, your hands raised at your sides as you took in the feeling of his body against yours.

"Y'can touch me," He grinned. "I won't bite 'less you ask."

As if you weren't already aroused, soaking your panties, he only made it worse. The heat of his hands on your waist had drawn out any thoughts in your head, his voice so close- so clear in front of you was mesmerizing.

You apprehensively moved your hands to rest on his shoulders, your palms gliding against the taught muscles, another extended sigh as you tried to ignore the burning in your gut. He liked the contact, your small hands searing a brand into his skin.

He stared at you for a few moments, his eyes raking over your face, the face he'd seen in his dreams more than anywhere else. He must've made a pact with the devil, something sacrificed to have you in his hands- finally.

He leaned in, soft lips touching yours. It was fleeting, the softness, before he backed you against the desk with no regard for the equipment on it. Still, his lips held your attention, his tongue gliding between your lips to clash against yours. It was open-mouthed, messy, especially as he lifted you to the desk and bullied himself between your thighs.

You moaned faintly when his hand slid down your side, taking a handful of your ass and squeezing harshly. His other hand worked your shirt off your torso, parting only for a moment when the fabric passed your neck. His hands on your bare skin created a feeling of tightness in your gut- especially as he squeezed and grabbed at you, truly appreciating the curves of your body against him.

To your chagrin, he was still fully clothed, in his fatigues, like he lived in them. Even at two A.M., the man never quit. You weren't complaining; you rather liked the sight of his fitted uniform, especially as it squeezed his forearms and thighs, showing the bulk of muscle and veins beneath tattooed skin.

You were antsy, however, to feel him. All of him, against you.

"Take it off," You whispered against his lips, tugging at his jacket with clenched fists.

"Bossy woman you are," He teased, pulling away as he unbuttoned the shirt.

"I know what I want," You shot back, your eyes now narrowed in on him.

He hummed, satisfied with your answer. "That so?"

You nodded, smug and prideful, a sense of power- you had complete control. Your hands supported your weight behind you, leaning back, watching the show as he stripped from the shirt. It fell off his torso, revealing the toned muscles beneath, and he yanked the other sleeve off with impatience.

Your jaw was slack, looking over him as he neared again. This time, his hand slid up your throat, gripping the delicate area with a firm hold. He forced your eyes to meet his, a noticeable grin on his lips.

"You listen to me, sweetheart," He said, in your face. "And I'll take care o'you. Spread your legs."

You shivered, an audible gasp leaving your lips. The things you'd have done to hear filthy words leave his mouth- the voice that rung in your ears at night, made your pussy flutter. Now, he'd offered his services to you, rather enthusiastically, too, admitting he'd wanted it for a long time. If nothing else made you feel better about your shit progress, he surely could.

He kept eye contact while his hand worked open your pants, pulling them and your panties down your legs with speed and precision. He wasted no time pressing your thighs to your chest, tucking you into an uncomfortable position before kneeling in front of you.

"No thinkin'," He warned. "'Less it's about cummin' on my face."

Your head fell back, groaning softly, lifting back up again only when he pressed his lips to your pussy. Then, you watched with anticipation building in your gut, trembling in your limbs and a heavy ache settling in your womb.

He slid a warm tongue between your folds, a gentle touch you hadn't expected from the brute of a man. He watched you the entire time, took in the sight of your lips parting, sucking in a long breath, shutting your eyes as you basked in the pleasure. He couldn't help but form a grin, his lips engulfing your pussy in an open-mouthed kiss.

His attention moved to your clit, faint licks crossing the sensitive area that coaxed quick jolts from your body. He settled into a rhythm, and your body adjusted accordingly, leaning into the new and overwhelming feeling.

"Yeah, right there," You said, a hushed tone, like you were speaking to yourself.

He grunted in response, another warning.

"Sorry," You said again. "Feels so good." It was a quiet whine.

You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, grab at something, anything that would connect you to him, so you settled for his forearms. Your palm gripped the flesh of his arm, squeezing, just as he did to your thighs.

His tongue expertly traced your clit, circles and delicate licks that made your back arch, opening yourself up for him to taste.

"That's it," He uttered, muffled by your pussy. Even speaking against you made you clench, stare down at him with lust on your face. "There's a good girl."

You exhaled, nodding in agreement, submission to his mouth as he returned to his rhythm, falling in tandem with the heavy breathing leaving your chest. His eyes hadn't left you, watching and studying your expression for every hint of pleasure. He was intent on learning exactly what you like, though it was difficult to discern through the flurry of expressions on your face.

Your brows drawn together, jaw open as you choked down a gasp, breathing heavily into the dark room. He could make out your face, but your silhouette was blackened against the light of the monitors. He could see the swell of your breasts, your thighs, the curve of your waist against the backlight. He could even see your eyes, when you'd drop your head to watch him devour you.

You began to shake, tensing against his mouth when he continued at a consistent pace. He was thorough in every aspect of life- this was no exception. He didn't let up, even when your pussy drooled with cum, instead, he licked it up with his tongue, moaning softly against you at your taste.

He stood to his feet, unbuckling his belt as he stared at you. Your chest heaved, toes curled, leaning back as you watched him. The light danced on his abdomen, highlighting every hill and dip on his torso, the scars that scattered the skin. It was a sight that had your brain resetting, recovering as though you hadn't been covered in a layer of sweat and left breathless from your orgasm.

His cock stood erect when he yanked his trousers down, and he didn't stall any longer. He stalked forward, leaning into you, his hand on the desk behind you as he pushed his cock through the tight barrier of your hymen. He was absorbed, swallowed by soft inner-muscles and velvety walls, slick with your cum and arousal.

He pressed his lips to yours again, not allowing for much deliberation or accommodation- he was far too aroused to wait. You planted your heels against the desk as he thrusted his entire length into you, quickly meeting your cervix with a gentle graze. It made you suck in a sharp breath, and move away from his lips.

You saw his eyes, the look of possession and pure lust in them. You merely stared at each other, a nauseating intimacy while he thrusted inside you, further disturbing your lower stomach with a tightness.

"Oh God," You choked, your hands reaching around his shoulders, clinging to him. "Don't stop- don't fucking stop."

His hand reached around you, holding you against him, the other gripping your thigh with a bruising constraint.

"Fuckin' Christ, you're tight, sweetheart," He breathed in your ear. "You all wet for me?"

You nodded, breathing an enthusiastic yes into his ear, clenching at his back with your fingers. Your nails dug into the slick flesh, feeling his muscles move as his hips tilted back and forth into you.

All you could smell, hear was him. The scent of his heavy body soap, like pine, mixed with the cigarette you'd offered him earlier. His breathing in your ear, heavy pants as he relished in the tightness of you- the slippery walls encroaching on his cock.

"Such a good fuckin' girl," He mumbled against your neck, his lips dragging against your skin. "Say you're a good girl," His voice rumbled through his chest. "Fuck me- all for me."

It was haze-inducing, incoherent mumbles, quiet gasps and sobs as you clung to him. It worsened when his fingers played your clit, sliding between your bodies to rub over the sensitive spot.

"I'm a good girl," You gasped. "I'm your good girl."

"'At's right, sweetheart- takin' me nice and deep."

It didn't take long to clench around his cock, another wave of nauseating pleasure that rendered you absolutely useless as he drove into you.

"Fuckin' hell," He stuttered.

You'd constricted his cock, pulsating around him with every contraction, nearly sobbing into his shoulder when he continued with his thrusts.

He finally pulled out, tugging on his cock as he released his cum over your stomach. He exhaled sharply, before gathering his composure.

You grimaced as you stood to your feet, trying to clean yourself off as best you could.

You watched him shrug his jacket back on.

"Get some rest," He nodded once, gesturing to the doorway. "I'll check on you tomorrow."

"Is 'check on me' an innuendo? Should I wear my good underwear?" You grinned, pulling your pants back over your backside.

"I'd shag you if y'had on a bin bag, sweetheart."

"You're sweeter than you let on," You teased, laughing.

"Not for most," He cocked his head. "Guess you're lucky."

"Well, thank you," You smiled.

It was genuine. A distraction, however unexpected and unusual, that did make you almost forget about the assignment.

"I'll be around," He paused. "If you're feelin' like takin' your frustrations out."

"Goodnight, Lieutenant."

He walked off with a short nod. You paused for a moment; the temptation to curl yourself up at your desk and continue your assignment was gnawing at you. You clenched your jaw, took a deep breath in when you recalled Ghost's words, and finally decided to turn off the monitors.

[tpwkwriter]

TPWKWRITERS updated Masterlist.🌷

Heya lovelies! Decided to update and redo my Masterlist, as for some reason 0 of the links worked or went to the right thing! 😒

Hopefully this works and you all enjoy it! 🤍

Any smut labelled with a ***

All warnings and descriptions are on the post! ❤️

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Fluff:

To buy some flowers for you- tour returns and beautiful bunches.

After show FaceTimes- where nothing is better than seeing his girls face after a show.

Feb.14- a small insight to how the couple spend this special day.

Things he makes sure of- things H makes sure of no matter what.

Period and pains- where y/n endures period pain and H is an utter angel.

Late night talking- the real inspiration for late night talking.

Insomniac- in which y/n suffers with insomnia and has a difficult night.

In sickness and health- y/n is under the weather and H enters full protective mode.

My kind of clingy- after a hard day all y/n wants is H

Don’t forget I love you- clingy H

Drowsy- tourbus cuteness

Home- Y/n is obsessed with her H and won’t let him forget.

‘Vogue darling’- influencer!y/n has some very cute interruptions<3

Meeting the in-laws- y/n’s worry for meeting Anne slowly fades away.

Aftercare*- where aftercare is a big factor.

Merry and mellow- drunk y/n and sober H are quite the pair.

Golden- where y/n and H enjoy the Almafi sun

Truly- where no matter who’s around H will always show love to his girl.

Don’t fret- where Harry is the most sweetest gentlemen and y/n has woke up in a bloody puddle.

Front row for you- y/n’s dream is about to come true, and H couldn’t miss if for the world.

Does he know- where y/n is louis’ sister and Harry has a crush, in fact a whole journal.

My angel- where Harry and y/n discuss there sickly pet names.

Till midday- y/n and Harry fluff

Angst:

In my remorse- where y/n reads something she wished she didn’t.

Tour bus blues- sometimes even the biggest stars get nervous.

Envious- where y/n is a victim of Olivia’s games.

Please- where stress builds up and takes over.

Baby your perfect- where y/n feels like Harry deserves better

Let’s not- where y/n is stunned in an interview and H is always to rescue.

My comfort- where y/n has had a background of trauma and her only hero is H

My comfort PT2- Harry being a sweetheart.

You- where Chris pine is all heart eyes for y/n and H is nervous, fluffy ending!!!!

Headcannons/smut.

Overprotective H- things he would do to protect y/n <3

Sleeping with H includes.

Pet names H definitely gives y/n.

Types of kisses y/n receives- self explanatory <3

Different dates- different dates y/n and H defo have.

Cheeky Harry- 5 things I think H does when in a cheeky mood.

Be a good girl- subby!y/n and dom!harry.

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Hopefully this one works as intended! 🎀 hope you all enjoy!

My requests and dms are always open Lovlies! 🤍✌🏻

[thelasthippie]

How many different places have you been? And out of all those places, which was your favorite culture to learn about?

#Peace and Love Always 🤗✌🏻

Peace and love sis ☮️💟✌️

Well... I bornt on Balearic islands... then I moved to some parts of Spain (Madrid, Barcelona, Sevilla, Valencia) , then Italy (Rome,Florentia,Pompeii) , then Greece (Atenas and Hydra island) . Then I move to Fez in Morocco and Merzouga in Argelia. Then I went crazy and move to Argentina (Cordoba) and Mexico (DF) ... Then I return to Europe and was living some months on Holland (Amsterdam) ,England (Wales) and Germany (Cologne) ... Also went as a tourist to Dubai and Mauritio islands few days 😊 And I specially had a funny adventure on Indonesia where I almost get married with a Yogyakarta princess cause we want to start a business on Bali to build a tourist deluxe ville hahaha but an American boy stole me the Yogyakarta princess D: he was faster hahaha

And now I want to go Switzerland 🇨🇭

About cultures I have my own and weird point of view (all my point of views are weird 🤦‍♂️) ..

I refuse all cultures. They are a barrier to hate and separe people to each countries. Traveling half world shown me that the unique treasure of a country are the own people. The good people , the wise ones. People who want to evolve and help their neighbours by love and dialogue.Who want to see down the governments and the suffering.

We share the feeling of break with the slavery , the injustice and the pain. No matter the race, never matter at all.

But all the ideologies, religions and "mainstream reality" of every country just mean separation, perpetuating wars, hunger and dead.

That's what I learnt 😊

We aren't enough evolved yet. Is the conclusion I get traveling. Even so there's green seeds growing in every corner of this planet, Internet open eyes and connect people to the future. Maybe we won't see it, but in a century if we don't destroy us we will change the world. I'm sure. I wanna be sure... ☺️

A big hug and Ty for ask 🫂☮️

[wearethecovenofchaos]

🔮🪄✨ General Reading - Joseph Quinn (October 12th, 2024)

Note: 1. I don’t know anything about Joseph Quinn, except that he was in Stranger Things, so I have no idea how accurate this reading is, or if it matches with other readings.

2. I did a new reading today and I am going to post it tomorrow. ✌🏻

• General Energy 🎴 King of Cups: "wise, diplomatic, balance between head and heart, devoted, advisor, counsellor". Profound emotional understanding. JQ is in a moment where he is balancing intelect and emotions, controlling his feelings and impulses, which means that he has a deep knowlege about himself. The current phase of his life is full of creative energies and he can channel them into artistic endeavors. He's mature emotionally; he feels he is in control of his emotional self, remaining calm when he's facing a crisis.

🎴 Nine of Pentacles: "rewarded efforts, success, achievement, independence, leisure, material security, self-sufficiency". JQ is feeling confident and self-sufficient. His previous struggles now give space to success and joy. Even though he feels that something is still missing, he knows that being diplomatic is going to lead him to what he wants. He is prosperous. He enjoys his own company and he knows that he has created a secure foundation for himself, and now he should just enjoy the results of his hard work. Balanced and harmonious lifestyle.

• Career and Work 🎴 The Magician: "willpower, desire, being resourceful,, skill, ability, concentration, manifestation". The Magician is the connecting power between heaven and earth, which means JQ knows that the world and the mind are just reflections of one another. He knows that it's time to go full potencial in a new job, new bussiness, or whatever it is. He is aware that he has all the tools he needs to make his ideas come to reality and he also knows how to use them (the man on the card carries all the four suits of tarot: wands, cups, swords and pentacles). This card can also appear when one is at the beginning of a new project.

• Love 🎴 Eight of Pentacles Reversed: "not putting effort into love, neglecting relationship". JQ's love life is requiring a lot of him right now. "Try to make sure that both your needs are being met". A healthy and balanced relationship requires effort to make things work. Is JQ in a relationship right now? Because I see that only one part is willing to make the relationship work and putting efforts on it; someone is focused on work and neglecting the relationship. I also see that, if he's in a relationship, they are just going through the motions.

🎴 The Chariot: "taking action on love, taking control of love life". This card means taking the wheel and make sure you have a clear understanding of what you want for your love life, and together with the Eight of Pentacles Reversed, it indicates that it's not healthy to just let things flow, or expect the other to make the necessary efforts to make the relationship work; an action has to be taken. Two forces are pulling JQ in different directions and he has to balance both, so he can stay in the right path. "Is your relationship suffering because of long hours at work? Are you so focused on your relationship that you’ve sacrificed too much of your individuality for it?". He needs to take the control of his life back in his hands.

🎴 Ten of Cups: "commitment, taking next step in relationship, long term stability, lasting relationship". Introduce the partner to family. This card indicates long term stability. JQ feels hopeful about his love life and his relationship (if he's in one now) has potential to be a long-term one, and the intentions of the couple are pure. They enjoy each other's company and they are willing to adapt to each other's needs. I see, putting the three cards together, that this is a relationship that has potential to be a long-term one, but only if the couple are willing to make the efforts needed, being aware of the necessity to have the difficult conversations and decide what is important in their lives.

• What more should I know about Joseph Quinn? 🎴 Two of Cups Reversed: "separation, rejection, division, imbalance, tension, bad communication, withdrawal". The negative energy of two forces (remember The Chariot above?!) is repeling each other, creating disconnection and discord. The line of communication is broken. Misalignment. One must consider: step out or seek resolution. What I see in this reading is that JQ needs to make choices and have an effective communication about what is important to him. "Lack of reciprocity or unequal effort in a partnership". This card can also suggest that JQ is facing an inner conflict with self-love, which makes it difficult for him to connect with others. He should focus on self-care and personal healing , because by improving his relationship with himself, he is going to improve his relationship with others.

✨ A gentle reminder: tarot is for fun and we should always take everything with a grain of salt, and be opened to all the possibilities. ✨

[fruityrunner]

100 Days of Movement

About two years ago I watched a video by YouTuber Immy Lucas (@SustainablyVegan) in which she described the desire to undergo the challenge of completing one hundred straight days of engaging in some form of physical activity. It immediately inspired me to take on such a challenge myself. I was surprised to complete the challenge successfully and without any notable hiccups.

It was wonderful to have something to myself, something that centered me and made me proud of myself. Whether it be a long run, Pilates, hiking, stationary biking, yoga, or a short walk with my family after dinner. It was a habit I continued past the 100 days, nearing 3/4 of a year of daily activity. I was healthy and thriving in my body.

Time has brought a lot of disruption, pain, and stress. Life got turned upside down and I had to say goodbye to my dream home, dream job, and the life my family and I worked so hard to build. After a life filled with instability and scraping by, we had finally made it. Then we had to let it all go.

This of course led to depression, overeating, lack of discipline and motivation, and weight gain. Over the course of a year and a half I gained about 13lbs. All my energy went toward working soul-crushing job and trying to keep my spouse and children happy and stable while I tried to fight off my private darkness. I changed medications constantly and suffered serotonin syndrome as a result of one medication.

Time has passed. Our living situation is the same. I changed jobs. I’m ready to change. I can’t change everything, but I can transform myself.

So this past week I started the 100 Days of Movement challenge again. I am working on eating mindfully. I am working on keeping the promises I make to myself. I am trying to heal. And I guess I feel like I have to blog about it, so here we are.

Peace and love ✌🏻 💫

[crackheadfromsainsburys]

I am Dr. Imtithal, living in the besieged northern Gaza Strip. For 11 months, we have lost our lives. We have lost everything. I have lost my brother, my home, our money, our source of livelihood, my profession as a dentist, and all our memories. Our lives have become difficult. We cannot obtain the necessities of life, such as water, food, medicine, and shelter. We live a difficult life in a school as a shelter for us after we lost our home. We cannot obtain a clean life and we suffer from the spread of diseases. Every so often we are displaced. We cannot settle in a place because of the intensity of the bombing. I hope you can help me so that I can protect my family, which consists of 35 people, most of whom are children...

Remember my words: FREE EVERYONE, I am not here to pick sides or anything(I’m neutral btw so don’t go after me), just because a country is wrecking havoc, does not mean you should hate on the country ENTIRELY, just hate on the government! I actually feel bad for the people who gets bashed just because of their nationality(speaking as a Pole who gets discriminated by a neighbour of mine), but as I said, stop killing people! Including this person above!

Peace☮️✌🏻

(Very controversial take but idc)

[gunsatthaphan]

#I have a feeling that this is event might be the worst one so far lol - i agree. the spoilers we’ve gotten have made me - if anything less excited for the event. maybe it’s because i’m attached to a lot of the older established ships and i’d rather have gmmtv focus on them, but all of the (rather obvious) new cps, that will be introduced, made me go 😬.

i genuinely do not understand why they keep introducing new pairs IF none of their established pairs are planning to end their partnership. the success of their bls has been lacking lately because they keep going for the same stories over and over again (a lot of them only end up being successful because they put their most popular couples in those bls i.e. ppw or g4) and introducing new ships isn’t as easy as it used to be simply because the bl market, while still being a niche genre, has been so “oversaturated” so people can pick and choose. so we’ll see how this will go

i do hope for at least two or three gls tho because the girls deserve all the love

yeah we barely got any spoilers to begin with so either they're gatekeeping extra hard this year and are managing to hide some huge surprises or it's just gonna be boring as hell lmao.

I disagree about the ships, I do like the OG pairs but I'm definitely also an advocate for new ships lol. Not sure which are the "obvious" ones you're talking about, probably PP and AC, but I'm actually intrigued by those lol. And I don't think debuting new ships should mean the old ones should disband as long as they are comfortable, get solo works as well and the cp merch still sells which is the case for most.

But anyway yes, the BLs this year have not been good due to the fact that they keep relying on the ships rather than the stories which is sad in so many ways. They know that fans will suck everything up as long as it's a popular pair which is technically nothing new but it's still frustrating to see. Especially since I cannot comprehend what ppl even see in most of those ships lmao rip. I miss the times where they actually tried to stand out with their BLs. They're feeling too secure and the quality suffers.

All of their effort seems to be going into the bromance genre lately which is um. interesting lol. Both Peaceful Property and Highschool Frenemy, as well as their older non-bl hits are excellent productions and are popular despite not having any canonic romance and instead implications that are left to the viewer's imagination etc. And especially after the success of HSF I'm expecting more shows to follow that lead.

GLs are on the rise which is good so I'm expecting more to come. 23.5 was mid and Pluto has been amazing so it's a 50/50 situation rn lol. I have high hopes for "Us" as well though so hopefully at least gmmtv are shortening or skipping the high school romance phase for their GLs which the BL world still can't seem to shake even after 8 years lmao.

I'll keep an open mind for the event, if those 2 new pairs are actually happening then I would be excited, plus the newly fixed pairs with only 1 show (MilkLove, SeaKeen, GreatInn) will surely get new works, plus I would like to see more solo works for the other fixed pairs, not to mention more diverse genres lol ✌🏻

xxx

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Chapter 17: Revelations

A/N: Hiiii guys! Sorry this is like, late. I had a parenting emergency yesterday, nothing serious but the smallest needed to go to A&E (she’s ok) which is why I haven’t looked at my inbox or posted this. So…I’m throwing this out there. I have been through it but honestly, if it doesn’t make sense just smile and nod and wait for the next chapter. ✌🏻

Warnings: Mentions of order 66, slaves, feelings, canon violence, droid deaths (but who cares with these guys), Tech being Tech and allowing everything to get in the way before he reacts.

Word Count: 7k+

Tagging: @idoubleswearimawriter @ravenclawbitch426 @dreamqueenkala @moon-wrecked

You entered the Marauder landing pad and smiled at Hunter casually leaning against the ship. The side panel was open but you couldn’t see Echo or Tech working on it, so you assumed they must have gone for supplies.

“How was the race?” He asked with a raised eyebrow and you made a face at him. “I heard you took on a Nosaurian.”

“I didn’t,” you hastily corrected him. “He was being shady and I took him by surprise. I realise I could not have, taken him, otherwise.” He uncrossed his arms and rubbed a hand across his jaw, scratching at the stubble he could never seem to keep on top of. “Anyway, what’s the plan for today?” You were dressed in your armour, ready for another gruelling training session.

“I thought we could do something, a little you focussed today.”

“Not sure I like the sound of that,” you said with a brief chuckle. He pulled a strip of material from his belt and you saw he had one of his bandanas in his hands.

“I need you to trust me.” You eyed the material suspiciously knowing he wanted to blindfold you but with no clue why.

“Hunter…”

“You’re safe here.” He was right. Looking around the landing pad not much could happen that would lead to anything awful.

Clasping your shaking hands together you nodded. “Ok.”

He was careful, moving slowly behind you and gently slipping the red strip over your eyes so the light of day was blocked out.

“Can you see anything?” Tentatively your hands reached up, brushing his fingertips before they withdrew and you explored the feel of the bandana. It wasn’t too tight, not too loose but you couldn’t see either.

“No.”

“Good.” You felt odd. With your eyes covered you could hear slightly better, your fingers twitched as your other senses came to the forefront in a flood. “I want you to concentrate.” He sounded somewhere else and you turned in his direction. A scuff on the duracrete had you turning again and your heart roared in your chest. “Slow it down. Breathe…” he was like a shadow, slipping from one side and then the other. So you stood still, inhaling deeply and letting it out in a controlled exhale.

Tilting your head, you closed your eyes behind the bandana and focussed. Hyper awareness ripped through you, it made your skin tingle when the air shifted, or your head move when a sound echoed. Your heart slowed, the pound of it setting a steady rhythm.

He didn’t give you warning when he attacked but still your vambraces came up to clash with his and he huffed. “Good.” The pressure lifted and you reset your pose. Turning on the spot you were sure you were tracking him until he rushed you from behind. Instantly you ducked and his swing went over your head. Spinning quickly you kicked the front of his knee and heard a soft grunt as he hopped out of the way. “I still want to know where you learned that move,” he groaned, as he worked the pain out of his joint.

“It’s a natural reaction, usually knees don’t bend that way and a broken leg is a real hindrance,” you explained, resting easily on your right leg with your fists raised.

“Hmm.” It went silent again but now you could hear his footsteps, the subtle flinch in his gait as he still suffered from your blow. This time he didn’t relent, rushing at you from the front you successfully blocked his moves with a clash of armour. Vambrace against vambrace, your knuckle plate blocked by the palm of his hand, your knee plate jarred against his thigh and it gave him the advantage he needed.

Your balance tipped and he grabbed your wrist, twirling you round so his arm was across your throat. You were a whirlwind, utilising the hold break he had taught you on Maridun to devastating effect as he grunted. He tapped on your spaulder so you released him, springing back a couple of paces as you stretched your fingers out and curled them back in.

“That, was impressive,” he mumbled with hidden awe.

“Can I take this off?” You asked, reaching for the bandana but he gently stopped your movement.

“Not yet. I want you to concentrate and block everything that comes your way. Got it?”

“Yes.” Balling your hand into a fist, you flicked your wrist quickly. The shield Tech had enhanced your armour with came alive with a soft bumph and a crackle. The blue disc hummed as it protruded just above your wrist. Swinging it a few times you rolled your shoulders and readied yourself.

The first shot glanced off the shield and you turned when he changed position. Soon Hunter was having to use every position he could think of to try and get one of his stuns past your defence, but still he couldn’t tag you with the bolts.

“Oh man!” Wrecker exclaimed excitedly which made your awareness clock a couple more figures.

“Grab a blaster,” Hunter ordered. Now you had to invoke evasive manoeuvres as well as block incoming bolts when Echo and Wrecker started firing.

It didn’t take long before you began to tire and your foot slipped, allowing a bolt from Wrecker to slip under your defence making you fall to your knee.

“Hold!” Hunter was approaching, his fingers carefully slipped the bandana off your eyes as you flexed your numb hand. “Wrecker only tagged your arm,” he explained. “But you probably knew that.” He helped you up, Omega giving you a cheerful wave from behind him which you returned with a smile. “When the feeling comes back to your arm, we’ll move to target practice.”

You settled yourself on a crate and nibbled a ration bar from a pouch on your belt. Training like this always drained you but never enough to wipe your mind. You had always hated sleeping, but lately the feeling something bad was coming had been weighing on you. An extra darkness that threatened to drag you with it, a darkness your demons thrived in.

Meditation wasn’t working, exercising your skills wasn’t working, the impending doom feeling never left. “Hunter…”

“Stitch,”’he rumbled mildly in return, seating himself next to you.

“Do you ever get that sensation that everything is about to change?” He leaned on his thighs, his hair falling softly over his bandana as he tipped forward. You watched the shadowed side of his face when he grimaced slightly.

“I always assume change is coming,” he told you.

“I don’t mean a change in a mission…something larger.” His position didn’t change and you ran your hands down your thighs in a nervous gesture. “Can we check on the others?” He sighed, his shoulders sagging a little. “Can you contact Rex?”

“I could, whether he’ll answer…” he turned his hand outward and shrugged.

“I just…” you turned to look back at the ship, imagining Tech sitting inside no doubt doing some maintenance on a secondary system somewhere, fine tuning his ship. He’d never admit it, but he did feel something for the Marauder…like he’d never admit outloud any sense of feeling for you or anyone.

You wished you had said all you wanted to in Safa Toma, but it wasn’t the time nor the place.

“What happened?” Hunter didn’t need to say anything else because you already knew what he was asking in that husky tone.

“I was going to tell him,” you admitted, hating the way your face crumbled and your barriers were immediately non-existent. Hunter had replaced Tech in some ways, becoming your safe space to express but never in the way you wanted. It wasn’t the same.

“And?”

“I couldn’t. He didn’t—understand what I was saying.” Shaking your head you swallowed a block of emotion from your throat. “I’m terrified if I tell him how I feel everything with change and not for the better.”

“But it’s already changed,” Hunter pointed out and a soft sob threatened to break free.

“I know. I know! I don’t know how to fix it, fix us. It’s my fault, I’m no good at this I’ve never…” you glanced at him feeling the heat in your face. “I’ve never had these feelings before, I don’t know what to do with them.”

“Neither has Tech.”

“If he even has them,” you muttered sullenly and Hunter breathed noisily through his nose, checking the ramp was clear before he spoke.

“I am not one to dish out this sort of…advice. But surely communication is…needed?” You could see he was struggling with what to say. “The Stitch and Tech I saw on the ship that night…”

“Something happened,” you interrupted. “I can’t put my finger on it. On Maridun,” you whispered. Yes, you. There were too many thoughts in your head, too many names, too many words…“I’m sorry. Can I skip target practice today?” He got up when you did, giving you a nod and watching you walk off the landing pad as quickly as you could.

“It was me, wasn’t it?” Hunter raised his voice, not needing to turn around when Tech ducked under the nose of the ship and stood next to his brother.

For once Tech had nothing to say, he was still internally processing what he’d heard, he wished he could understand all this better but he didn’t even know where to begin. “With the training.” Hunter waited patiently for a response, his soft gaze tracking over his brother as he let him work out what to say.

“I have to admit—watching you bring her phobias to life and not have her flinch away from you was something…I struggled to accept.” He did, he assumed he was the only one you’d let close enough for comfort, for touch.

“Is that it?” Hunter prompted with a deep voice. “Are you sure it’s not just—jealousy?” Tech adjusted his goggles, unsure of how to explain the pangs in his chest he had been ignoring for so long now.

“There is nothing happening to incite such an intense reaction,” he started but Hunter turned to him with a sigh.

“This is it, Tech. The connection you both share is deep and she is not coping without you.”

“Stitch does not need me, nor anyone else to survive.” In his eyes you had endured so much, you were the strongest human he knew. He had seen soldiers endure less and come off worse.

“It’s nice, that you think that,” Hunter crossed his arms and looked in the direction you had disappeared. “She puts on a front, much like you do. I know what comes out of here,” Hunter tapped Tech’s forehead, awarding him a scowl. “Doesn’t match what goes on in here.” Now Hunter tapped on Tech’s chestplate. “But when it does…” Hunter ended with a shrug, letting Tech come to his own conclusion. Which he hated, because he didn’t think along the same lines as everyone else around him.

Tech had observed a difference in your behaviour since you started training with Hunter; but also he realised communication between you had reduced in that time. Tech had kept himself busy, trying to keep his mind occupied and off you, he assumed you’d contact him if you needed to. He never considered you would need him and not contact him.

“She misses you.” Tech’s mouth dropped as something inexplicable swept through him, a sadness that came out of nowhere and he realised, the heaviness in his chest was because he missed you too.

Without a second thought Tech shoved his datapad at his brother, catching Hunter in the chest and started to follow you into the streets of Ord Mantell.

The medbay was quiet, just a few patients dotted the bays and you asked Tesama if she needed any help before closing. The Twi’lek shook her head and you made a mental note to up her wages. Heading into the office you waited for the door to shut, sealing you in the quiet and the gloom.

Peace wasn’t your friend these days, it rarely had been, yet your nightmares had been building. The changes were subtle at first, but now they screamed at you.

With a touch the top drawer opened and you saw your stim kit that you hadn’t used in a while. Staying awake was never the best option, sometimes the longer you left it the worse they came back, ripping and shredding their way through your mind and you shuddered.

A knock had you closing the drawer. “Yes?” It was Beetoo, announcing the one with goggles was here. Tech? But why? You followed her to a bay where he was sitting on the edge of a bed, arms crossed and his brown eyes fixed on the wall until you entered.

“Tech? What’s wrong?” He pushed his goggles up into his face, his fingers flicking in his telltale way and you knew he was nervous. “Is it your leg?” Still he said nothing and you decided to give him a check up while he was here. “Let’s do the basics,” you suggested quietly. “Lay down.”

He did, training his gaze onto the ceiling as you busied yourself getting a medscanner. You scanned him, twice. Nothing troubling showed up and you again wondered why he was here. Placing a sensor in the middle of his chest you ordered him to breathe, watching his chest cavity rise and fall without a hitch.

“I’m going to take a blood sample.” He turned his head away, giving you access to his neck. The sample was quick but he still flinched slightly when the mechanism activated. You held a small dressing to the tiny puncture hole while the machine analysed the sample in your hand. The light flashed and you raised an eyebrow. Nothing.

Moving round to the other side you looked down at his leg. He had his utility belt on but you could easily work around the straps. Instantly he tensed but you persisted, running your thumbs firmly along the line of his muscle pressing at certain points and watching his face for any reaction that wasn’t blushing. Again, nothing.

“Tech?” You leaned over him slightly and his eyes had no choice but to magnetise to you for a second. “Are you hungry?” You saw the puzzled frown, the confusion in those beautiful eyes and smiled at him. “I am after my training.” You turned away, hearing him sit up when you left the bay. He knew his way round, if he wanted to follow, he would.

Sure enough he appeared in the doorway of your private kitchen, his arms crossed, fingers resting on the curve of his chin as he clearly had a head full of thoughts.

“Did you see some of my session with Hunter today?” You saw him jerk out the corner of your eye and his mouth finally opened.

“Yes.”

“I wondered if you could look at my shield?”

“Did it fail?” Now he was right next to you, his scowl of focus pulling down as he tentatively reached for your vambrace. You could barely feel him through the plates of armour and he was very careful about touching you still. You had got better with that, training in such close quarters with Hunter had really shattered your barriers.

“No, but this was the arm Wrecker tagged me on.”

“Your shield and the circuits within the vambrace itself should be unaffected by such a weak blast.” He explained, releasing your arm.

“But surely—well,” you handed him a drink, taking a breath to try and calm your quivering insides. “Our nervous system is our electrical system? Yes?”

“Correct.”

“So how can the stun blast overload my bio electrical system but not that within my vambrace?” You heard the quick inhale and saw the way he looked down as though he wanted to bring his datapad out to refer to it only, he didn’t have it.

“The katarn disperses the strength of the shot and therefore it would not have been able to penetrate enough to do any damage. Our skin does not offer the same protection, travelling along the nerves and therefore creating the numb feeling you experienced.” Giving him a small smile you nodded. This is what you missed. Having him in your space and talking about stuff that others would probably find inconsequential. He was also correct. “How is your arm?” You made a show of stretching it out, flexing your hand and noticing it already felt back to normal.

“The effects never last long.” He went silent again as you prepared some bread and meat, slicing up a meiloorun and putting the plate in front of him. “Any missions coming up?” You asked, desperate to keep the conversation flowing.

“Cid has requested our presence at 18:00 hours.”

“I wonder what she has for you this time.” Breaking apart your piece of bread you saw him sigh, his eyes casting to the side.

“I dread to think,” he replied candidly.

“As long as you come back to me in one piece,” you said firmly. You could feel his gaze on you but instead you concentrated on your food and he eventually did the same.

He stood up when you did, handing you his plate as you cleared everything away and hovered by the door. “Would you…like to join us?” Glancing up, your brow furrowed slightly, noticing his agitation.

“For the briefing?”

“Your certain skill set may be beneficial for this mission.” You scoffed quietly.

“Cid doesn’t know about my skill set.”

“Your training is no secret,” he said simply. “Your medical ability is renowned. Your other skills, I am not aware of her possessing such knowledge.”

“Not going to order me to stay behind?” His face fell and you wondered if it was too soon for that joke.

“I admit, that was poor judgement on my behalf,” he said quickly.

“It was a joke, Tech. Count me in.”

“Ah.” He precisely adjusted his goggles. “Then I suggest we find the others.” Swiping your helmet off the side you followed him outside.

“These need to be delivered to Vanguard Axis.” Cid slid a case across the desk which Hunter stopped with his fingertips.

“The chain codes you had Tech forge?” He asked hesitantly.

“What did you think they were for, Bandana? Hanging on the wall like decorations?” The Trandoshan scoffed and crossed her gangly arms. “It’s a straight up swap. Something I’m sure even you lot couldn’t get wrong.” You exchanged a look with Echo knowing full well even the simplistic missions could go very wrong. “There’s a lot of dough riding on this. Don’t mess it up.” Hunter gestured for the squad move out and you went between Tech and Echo, your gaze lingering on Hunter as he picked up the case.

Once in the bar he handed it to Tech who was already on his datapad. Not a word was spoken until they made it outside and dusk had settled over Ord Mantell. You moved aside to let some patrons down the stairwell to the bar and bumped into Tech by accident.

“Are you coming?” Hunter asked gruffly. He wasn’t happy about this mission, it was one thing using Tech to forge the chain codes but this could put them in Imperial sights if it went wrong.

“I am,” you answered.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Echo muttered while Wrecker and Omega did a high five.

“Easy mission,” growled Wrecker and the squad began to head to the Marauder.

“It’s never straightforward with us,” Echo countered, gesturing with his scomp.

“Echo is correct,” Tech spoke up. “But I cannot see what could possibly go wrong on this particular mission.”

“Like you did all the other times,” Echo grumbled under his breath and you nudged his shoulder with your own.

“You’ve got me.”

“No one will die then.” He injected sarcastic cheer into his tone and you smiled. “Keeps us on our toes,” he finally conceded.

You were cold. An icy cold that stole the warmth from your body. A cold that whispered of death as it snatched your life away with icicle hard fingers. It created an ache all over your body, shattering your muscles as you shivered against it, lancing pain into all your joints.

The wind kept you pinned to the ground, whistling through the snowy rocks and hurling the soft powder into your blinking eyes. It was dark. Either that or your vision was failing. Snowflakes clung to your lashes and your face burned until it numbed under the relentless slap of the weather.

Digging your fingers in you made yourself crawl forward, there was something up head, a mound behind a rock that you were drawn to.

Not a single part of your body was unaffected. Your fingers were sore even though they felt like someone else’s. The dangerous temperatures were slowing your bodily functions, freezing the blood in your veins and you couldn’t feel your legs anymore.

Breathing hurt, moving was torture but you didn’t stop. The closer you got the more you could make out and even in the murky dark you saw something you recognised. A rifle. It was so alien in this wasteland, so out of place that even covered in snow, it stood out.

Hauling yourself up you dusted off the snow with your protesting, rubbery fingers, revealing something that made you choke on a sob. You’d recognise that armour anywhere, his tattoo stood out darkly against his drained skin tone and you tried to feel for any signs of life. You were shivering so badly you couldn’t sense anything and you let out a raspy cry of frustration.

“C-C-Crosshair!” It didn’t matter who he was, right now he needed help and so did you.

There was nothing. No one came, no help was nearby, nothing could exist in this roaring wasteland. “Help!” Your cry was stolen, ripped from your mouth and tossed out into the desolate void. Even the Force had abandoned you at this point, your connection as numb as the world around you was harsh and you slumped over Crosshair’s still form. If you could give your last remaining flickers of life to him, you would. It was who you were.

Stitch…

Latching on to him, your blazing beacon in the dark, you let Tech guide you free from the horror before it consumed you.

“Crosshair!” Even with your eyes open and your mind seeing you were back on the Marauder, you couldn’t shift the deep chill that had settled along your bones. Dragging in a breath to your aching chest, you met Hunter’s shocked gaze. Wrecker had you in his arms and his whole body tensed.

“Crosshair? You saw Crosshair?” He gasped. “Where?”

“I d-don’t k-know!” Your teeth were chattering and Tech appeared, pushing past Hunter who was still frozen in place.

“Wrap this tightly around her Wrecker. The pressure should decrease the tremors…your temperature is extraordinarily low. I am concerned as to why.”

“H-heat!” You stuttered. “I n-need b-body heat!” Wrecker didn’t hesitate, wrapping the blanket around you and covering you with his arms.

“Uh, it’s not working!” He cried as you kept shaking.

“I’ll help!” Omega clambered in and settled against the side of your shivering form inside Wrecker’s embrace. Tech shrugged and crouched down, moving your legs to the side so he could lean against you in a sitting position.

“Are you joining us?” He asked Hunter.

“All right.” He stepped over Wrecker’s leg, squeezing in beside your wrapped up body, letting out a sigh. Soon the ripples of your vision fell away but no one moved. Tech was on his datapad as Wrecker leaned easily against the wall, his arms full of you and his family. Omega was dozing in the combined heat but you could feel Hunter was brooding.

Echo walked through from the cockpit, doing a double take at all of you on the floor. “What…?”

“Body heat,” Hunter explained. Echo looked over the group and gave a defeated shrug.

“All right.” He found a spot beside Wrecker, leaning against the larger clone with a satisfied sigh. “Is there a reason?” He asked suddenly, twisting round.

“Stitch was cold,” mumbled Omega from somewhere next to you and Echo met your eyes buried in the depths of your blanket. He nodded as though that was an acceptable explanation and sat back, resting his head on Wrecker’s shoulder and closing his eyes.

It grew quiet. Wrecker and Omega were snoring, Echo and Hunter had returned to the cockpit some time ago but Tech stayed firmly planted against your legs. He jumped when you shifted, letting you stretch out with a quiet groan. Wrecker’s arm fell away and you shuffled forward to sit next to Tech.

“What are we walking into?” You asked quietly and he sucked in a quick breath.

“Vanguard Axis is a criminal cartel completely run by droids. They will not be easy to reason with and I’m hoping this mission will go as smoothly as Cid suggested,” he replied in hushed tones.

“She’s got you forging chain codes now?”

“It is a fairly menial task.”

“That’s not…”you cut yourself off with a sigh and he looked up from his datapad, taking note of the frown on your face and the way your feet lifted off the floor intermittently.

“You do not need to be concerned. They cannot be traced back to me.”

“Coming up on Vanguard,” Hunter called from the cockpit and Tech got up. He reached for you, his hand extending suggestively and you looked up. His eyes darted between you and his hand in the second that you hesitated, fingers stretching just that bit more until you took it. Tech pulled you up, a little too abruptly and you stumbled, steadying yourself on his chest-plate.

“I forget how strong you are,” you mumbled.

“You are not alone in that,” he replied, reaching up to realign his goggles and look at you pressed against his armour.

“Tech!” Hunter barked and he jumped slightly. Your fingers trailed over the ridges of the katarn as he turned away, wishing he didn’t move and you had a few moments with him so close. Letting out a forlorn sigh you turned to see both Omega and Wrecker grinning up at you, their faces clearly telling you they’d just witnessed everything that happened.

“What?” You asked, trying to shrug off their attention. Picking up the blanket you hid behind it, folding it and ignoring the pair of them peering round it. “Oh stop it!” You hissed and Wrecker snickered.

“We know wha’ we saw,” he whispered using his thumb to point at himself and Omega who nodded.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Gear up.” You welcomed Hunter’s interruption, dumping the blanket on a bunk. “We are on approach. Echo and Omega, stay with the ship.” You heard the young girl sigh beside you, she really did hate to miss out. “Stitch, Tech, Wrecker and I will make the exchange.”

You watched the space station loom through the canopy, a large concentric structure with flight decks all dotted around the curve. In the middle was a city like structure with a protruding communications mast.

Tech expertly guided the ship into the entrance, gently alighting on the surface and opening the ramp. You rolled your shoulders, holding the case with the forged chain codes as you waited for Hunter to lead the way.

“Cid said the Vanguard Axis is notorious for illegal smuggling. So be ready for anything.” You heard the warning in Hunter’s voice, making you press in closer to the boys when a tall droid stepped out from some crates. “Let’s make the drop.” The four of you stepped forward, Tech beside you and Wrecker behind as Hunter led the way inside.

He came to a stop in front of a droid and you carefully scoped the surrounding area until the droid allowed you all through. It reminded you of Cid’s back room just without all the knick knacks that Cid had collected over the years. One droid was sat at the desk while two flanked it, with weapons.

“You have the forgeries?” The droid asked in a monotone voice. Stepping around Hunter, you opened the case and showed it to them. “We need to ascertain their viability.”

“That will not be necessary,” Tech immediately said. “I created these chain codes myself. They will fool the Empire.”

“Your assurance is meaningless. Check each one.” The red droid approached and waited for you to hand the case over. It was a painstaking process, watching them remove each one and putting them in a reader. Tech gave a little sigh via the private com channel and Hunter moved restlessly, crossing his arms as he no doubt glared at them from behind his helmet.

You felt uneasy. Something, familiar was nudging you, teasing your awareness like ghosted fingertips down your spine. A whisper, so faint, tickled your ear and you turned, only for Tech to tilt his head in a silent question. It turned to a high pitched whine, ringing at a level you were sure only hounds could hear.

The longer you were here the more certain you felt that something was going to happen. A surety in your gut said something wasn’t right. But you couldn’t do anything except twist the fabric of your glove around your finger.

You began to sweat, you could feel it inside your helmet, sliding down the back of your neck so slowly. A pressure was building in your chest, your lips parted as you struggled to remain outwardly passive. You felt Tech beside you, his presence questioning but he wasn’t able to ask if you were ok. Forcing yourself to breathe, you took in a deep one, letting it try and push that uncomfortable feeling down and letting it drain on the exhale. Except, it didn’t work.

A com went off and you all but jolted in a rustle of katarn, the boys tensing at your reaction. If you were twitchy, there was a good reason why. Blaster fire sounded down the com and a droid voice stipulated they had a “situation.” The droid leader turned its head to look at Hunter.

“Problem?” He drawled. There was a pause, and then the droid just got up and left with its counterpart. You slumped, the boys turning inward to face you.

“The cause of that blaster fire is either Echo or Omega. Most likely Omega.” Tech finished matter of factly. Sure enough Hunter’s com went off and filled your helmets with Echo’s voice.

“Hunter, we need backup. Now.”

���Come on.” None of you needed telling twice, filing from the room and easily finding the others. Omega and Echo were pinned down with a young Wookiee. The droids were advancing with blasters drawn and Hunter fired off a shot to get their attention off the others. “They’re with us.” He stated loudly. The ringing in your ears increased, the pitch was off and your blaster hold faltered.

“I would advise you to take your soldiers and extricate yourselves from the situation,” the droid leader intoned.

“No!” Omega cried. “They’re going to hurt him.” The droid turned back to her.

“Oh, on the contrary. The Wookiee is worth a great deal to our buyer. Alive.” Alive. They were dealing, in slaves. Selling slaves. Something dangerous settled in you. A shot of adrenaline spiked through your body, making your fists clench. Straightening up you shuffled forward, eyeing the droid leader from Wrecker’s right side.

“You can’t smuggle living beings,” Hunter said firmly.

“For the right price. I can do whatever I want. Now stand down or be destroyed.” The pressure in your head increased with the ringing, your entire body vibrated with it and you acted.

Without a thought you ducked down and took Wrecker’s knife. Hurling it with accuracy you never showed in training straight into the side of a droid's head, cutting its circuits and making it drop to the floor.

Blaster shots sounded as they fired on the Wookiee who sent their shots back with a few practised swings of the bright weapon he was holding.

The Batch exploded into action barely a second after you started running towards the group of droids. They provided you cover as you slid across the floor to retrieve Wrecker’s knife. Wrenching it free you spun round and sliced the legs of another droid, stabbing it in the face as it went down beside you.

“Get to the ship!” Hunter ordered loudly and you jumped up, now using your blaster to fire on another droid at point blank range.

“Come on!” Wrecker yelled at you as he took out another one before it could fire on you.

The group flowed through the facility, droids dropped like sacks of rusty bolts, their circuits exposed and sparking as bolts penetrated their casing. You jumped aboard the ship, releasing a breath you had no idea you’d been holding, grinning from the increased high as your heart careened inside your chest.

Blaster fire pelted the outside of the ship as Tech and Echo manoeuvred it in the hangar, finally flying free of Vanguard Axis. You dumped your helmet on a bunk and handed Wrecker his blade back, hilt first.

“Nice going,” he said gruffly, clapping you on the shoulder. You moved into the cockpit and rubbed your ears to try and dissipate the ringing that was still happening, although muted.

No one spoke for a while as you all rode out the buzz from the unexpected, yet successful, attack. Your attention drifted to the back of the ship, where the Wookiee was hunched as he glared at the floor.

You weren’t an idiot, you knew what a weapon like that signified, the coloured blades were the centrepiece for many story snippets you’d heard over the years. Rumours, lies, myths. He was a Jedi. And it scared you senseless.

Tech pushed the ship into hyperspace and the unspoken question of, what happens now? hung in the air. You looked up to find Hunter staring at you, a quizzical look on his face as he tilted his head and you frowned. No. You didn’t want to tell the Wookiee who you were, what you could do. The more you grew closer to the core of it all the more real it became.

“Why is he sitting back there alone?” Omega asked quietly. Hunter turned in his seat to look down the ship.

“Because he’s scared. He’s been through a lot.” Wrecker handed her some rations and stepped to the side. You knew why they had all congregated in the cockpit, why they didn’t speak to him.

“Well he still needs to eat.” You all watched her approach the Wookiee and offer him the ration box. “Here, you look hungry.” Hunter tapped you on the shoulder and gestured with his eyes for you to come but you shook your head, letting them head down the ship. Instantly the Wookiee snarled, roaring a warning at the clones and they stopped in their tracks. “What’s wrong?” Omega asked.

“He doesn’t trust us.” Hunter sounded sad and you almost stepped forward, soaking up that feeling of sorrow and guilt that he emitted.

“Well, seeing how all clones were given an order to execute the Jedi, he has good reason to be cautious,” Tech added. It was the first time you’d really heard them speak of this. You knew what had happened, the whole Galaxy did and Rex had given you a slight insight…but the boys had never spoken much about it.

“I’m sorry about what happened,” Hunter spoke directly to the Wookiee. “But we are not like the other clones.” He sounded so desperate to get his point across. His emotions were bleeding from him and it made you finally move, putting a hand on the chair as he sat down. “We did not follow that order and we don’t work for the Empire either.”

“Hunter’s telling the truth. You don’t have to be afraid of us.” Omega reached down and pushed the rations towards him. “It’s ok. Eat.” As soon as he started she moved to the bunks, sliding your helmet across so she could sit down. “I’m Omega. What’s your name?” The Wookiee spoke, his speech patterns softened and you turned to Tech for an explanation but it was Hunter who responded.

“My Wookiee is a little rusty, but I think he says his name is Gungi.” Tech slipped his visor down and consulted his datapad beside you as the Wookiee responded. “Did you catch that?”

“He’s been on the run since Order 66 and was attempting to reach the Wookiee homeworld of Kashyyyk before he was captured by those smuggling droids.” Tech told him and Hunter turned back to Gungi.

“I’m not sure how you survived this long on your own, but it’s impressive.” Something else blossomed from Hunter in that moment, tentative and pure as it speared through his guilt. Hope.

“If he’s trying to get to his homeworld we can take him.” Omega said after she’d jumped down.

“Been a while since we’ve been to Kashyyyk,” Wrecker rumbled happily.

Hunter got up. Echo stepped aside but turned to address Hunter before he entered the cockpit. “The Empire could have outposts there by now. We don’t know if it’s safe for him there.” Hunter sighed and looked back at Omega and Gungi.

“He’s a Jedi. He’s not safe anywhere.” You peeled away from the seat, following him into the cockpit and closing the door behind you both. Hunter sat down heavily with a sigh as you paced a few times, waiting for him to say anything.

“Something happened,” you stated.

“Yeah, we picked up a Jedi,” he replied with a soft scoff and you almost rolled your eyes.

“No. Before, before all this. I can feel it.” He leaned back, pouting slightly and crossing his arms.

“I thought you didn’t have those kind of senses,” he grumbled.

“Maybe I do.” He hurmphed softly and you sat down opposite him. “Do you want to talk about it?” Spinning in the seat you waited to see if he would take you up on the offer. Watching the relaxing lights of hyperspace and finally he sighed, turning slightly in your direction.

“When the Order…happened,” his speech was stilted and you gave him the time to breathe and sort out what he wanted to say. “We were on Kaller. Was a routine objective, clear the clankers. General Billaba was there with her Padawan…” your brow furrowed at the way his emotions changed, sweeping through him like a physical pain. “The regs were having a hard time so we cleared the way for them. Commander Dume was going to come with us but as we left the regs…they turned on his master.” Hunter spread his hands, rubbing the palms together as he leaned forward on his knees. “The Order had no effect on us, well. Most of us.” You let the reference to Crosshair pass but you could feel the twinge of Hunter’s regret.

“What happened to the Jedi?”

“They killed her. The kid managed to run away and I went after him with Crosshair. He didn’t help matters,” he mumbled, closing his eyes as the guilt swelled. “I could have done so many things differently.” Taking a deep breath he continued. “I almost had the kid convinced that we could help when Crosshair shot at him, that moment of trust gone.”

“You are not responsible, Hunter.”

“No? Isn’t that burden I have to bear?” Casting all hesitation aside you kneeled before him, putting a hand on his cheek to make him look at you. Your gaze roamed over the shading of his tattoo, feeling the spiky stubble through your glove that marked his jaw.

“It’s the Empire’s fault. It is not yours. Not even Tech could have predicted all of this happening the way it did.” He scoffed quietly, a ghost of smile on his lips as he gazed at you. “You did what you could at the time….and that’s why you’re deciding to take Gungi home,” you finished. His eyebrow shot up at your words.

“Am I?” The door slid open and Tech paused on the threshold.

“Am I interrupting?” There was that bite to his words whenever he happened upon a moment like this but his emotions were harder to read than Hunter’s.

Hunter sat up away from you, breaking your hold and you sat back on your heels, getting up in a fluid movement. “Not interrupting,” he told Tech. “Set course for Kashyyyk.”

“Aw, YEAH!” Wrecker thundered from the hold and you smiled. Tech shouldered past you, Hunter gave you a look and sidled out of the cockpit, closing the door behind him which you thought was unnecessary.

“Have you been to Kashyyyk before?” You asked, hoping to rope Tech into a conversation.

“Yes.” The dismissal was clear in his tone and automatically you hesitated. You were going to walk away when you thought, no. You’d worked too hard to finally get you back to some semblance of normalcy.

“What’s it like?” You put yourself in Echo’s seat this time, drawing your knees up and watching him expectantly.

“A jungle planet in the mid rim, found in the Mytaranor Sector,” he rattled off.

“Any interesting fauna?” Tech looked up out of the canopy, his gaze swinging to you as his leg started to jump. You had him. He couldn’t help himself.

“Actually, yes. The fauna on Kashyyyk is the most fascinating I have found so far…” smiling to yourself, you settled back in the seat, watching the way he gestured when he explained something. Catching his eyes meeting yours when you asked a question and the uneasiness fell away between you both.

If you could sit here forever and hear him talk about creatures for the rest of your life, you would. Tech would probably never realise it, but he created a sanctuary of comfort that no one had ever provided you with before. And you cherished it.

[cotofeya]

Okaaay, I know that I'm supposed to be scared for what's happen next, but I'm actually exited for aslaz to get married☺️✌🏻

Cause, you know these people have been suffering from the ep. 31, they really deserve some happiness.

Also, if they will actually get married, not just engaged then when Alaz's actions would come to light and backfire to him, Asi would have to actually divorce him, which is usually more complicated and takes more time than just walking away.

(Secretly hope for a reimagination of "Hakim bey, ben karımı seviyorum" scene from Hayat Şarkısı😅💁🏻‍♀️

ama neyse it's Yabani, I stopped overanalyzing things so now I can actually enjoy it☝️)

[livelaughlovesubs]

This might anger a lot of people in the genshin community but like is it just me or does chasca’s design doesn’t look that bad? Like, sure she might look like clorinde beta design but so what? (ー_ー;)

And I’ve heard people say that they don’t like her design because it’s too revealing…? There is so many revealing characters and yet you chose to hate on HER? She’s not even out yet dude!! Like, c’mon.

Anywayz that’s all I wanted to talk about!! 🎀 anon, out ! ✌🏻 (๑>◡<๑)

⌗ 🎀

Just had to look her up, and she’s anemo? Wow, her colour palette def ain’t matching her vision, but that’s not a problem.

And that she looks like clorinde is js cuz of the hat, also same model ig. It’s alright for some characters to look similar. I mean by that argument, you could also say Jean looks like clorinde haha. Besides, things like what is appealing and what not is objective. There’s beauty in everything ;]

Humans have this primal instinct of fearing or disliking anything that’s new, due to evolutionary reason, since there could always be dangers lurking within unfamiliar things. It was a way for the Stone Age people to yk, keep safe. That’s why every new character gets hate, and it usually dies down (at least a little) once they come out.

On the other hand, I don’t think the “there are other revealing characters” argument is a good one.

1. If they hate on her for being revealing, they probably do that with other designs as well

2. Just cuz there are other problems, it doesn’t make the ones at hand less of a problem. It’s this act of justifying wrong doings with other, worse things. Example: Person A tells person B they’ve been feeling very bad because of their insecurities, but person B answers with ‘there are people who suffer more than you’. So what, doesn’t mean the problems of person A are suddenly gone???

Also as mentioned in another ask, being revealing is not bad, it’s about whether or not it makes sense for the character to be portrayed revealing.

On a personal note, her colour pallet is pretty, very eye catching and saturated. It’s good to see they are experimenting with new body features like the ears. But I must say hyv is restricting themselves with how badly they want to do fan-service. Many of the designs look plain since it always has the same pattern, same concept of showing as much skin as possible. Which is, on papers not bad design, but bad in the long run cuz it’s nothing new. Her pants look weird as heck, it looks forced. Nathan is hot, so maybe make her wear shorts. But if it’s to cover and to protect from the sun, then just make her wear normal pants??

I’m sure many can also appreciate fashion styles where no skin is shown, and it’d be great if hyv expanded their designs into these categories as well.

[ohwolfling]

I think something being missed in conversations about voting or not is that we're no longer asking a percentage of people who are going to suffer either way to split hairs. We are asking a percentage of people who are dying/permanently disable or who will die either way to split those hairs. This is just speaking on understanding, because I think that's more helpful than what I've seen go around here so far.

If you CAN vote*, research which third party candidate is the most viable so that more money could go to third parties. That's a choice that might be meaningful to your grandchildren.

But I don't think we can shame & berate people who have lived through repeatedly mass disabling, mass death events that Biden did in fact worsen- as well as genocides ACCELERATED by Biden- for not prioritizing the comfort of a dwindling upper middle class in four year chunks any more.

Additionally, many of the people who died from COVID & who are losing loved ones to these Biden funded genocides are the groups of people the Dems rely on for their votes. The Democrats are functionally a fundraising group. I would not even consider them a political party any more. I don't think it's fair to tell people their lived experience of mass death, eugenics, growing poverty and homelessness under Biden's term alone is not an adequate summation of his time.

I'm from Appalachia. I've worked very hard to keep communities out of the hands of the corrupt men who would imagine & present themselves as the South. I've been volunteering since I was a teenager to move voting blocks there left because once upon a time it meant the difference between no child eating and 20% of kids getting free and reduced lunch. I've always closed my eyes and swallowed the bitter taste of one sprinkle of progress from someone who thinks I'm dumb & doesn't actually care if I live or die. But this is not the poverty my family has survived for a hundred years. It's meaner. And Biden's handful of band aids on a handful of bullet holes is laughable compared to the damage. I can't in good conscience ask anyone to grin and bare it.... because Biden keeps moving right instead of listening to his base and my family has died and continues to die & suffer anyway as a direct result of his policy.

You have to do you. You have to make your choices. But your ire shouldn't be at people whose line in the sand is being systemically killed at a higher rate that the U.S. was already doing that and funding an accelerationist genocide that ultimately serves and enables an evangelical right. Take your anger to the DNC. Take it to town halls. Think bigger than four years at a time. Think bigger than YOU. Bigger than YOUR survival.

Again, people are DYING either way. It's not just a tantrum for the sake of clean hands. It's people saying if I am going to die, it will not be cosigning Pick-A-Tyrant (which is where we are, which in my opinion is an acceleration from Fascism or Oligarchy, because Biden and the Dems truly said "BOTH ✌🏻🏳️‍🌈🖤").

*I am personally an example of another way the Dems have destroyed their own voter base - I have been transient/homeless for so long now I can no longer prove I live anywhere and so I cannot vote

[qatrunnasuha]

Queen Floraila

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Gender:Female She/Her

Age:35

Spesies: Plants Monster spirit

Death by: ???

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Personality: Queen Floraila is The Queen of Spiritual Tree Tower when The Floral Emotions The Floral Emotions extra & other characters live in She kinda silent & somehow mysterious and She was Cactkil ( M̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ) boss according to her she said that she want people in real world keep safe from suffering and cruelty killing every horrible people one by one which is reminder of her e̶x̶ h̶u̶s̶b̶a̶n̶d̶

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The Floral Emotions character (10/10)

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it's not over yet because I still making The Floral Emotions content also there is some lore that I will drop soon peace✌🏻

[forbidden-sin-bin]

Heyyy Bestieeeee!!!

I’m loving By Your Side so farrrrr. Its just soo goood. The writing its just fab, the pacing perfect imo, and the description of y/n is so realistic and easily likeable - like we get to see her insecurities and flaws, what personally troubles her, as well as her hopes and dreams, the people she feels close (and their relationship feels credible!) etc…

Its just so well written that I can see myself in her on many occasions, and connect my emotions with her. Idk, maybe I’m rambling a bit.

Anyways, as I’m currently hooked on this story, and can’t get it out of my head (I created a Spotify playlist for this 💀) I just wanted to ask, if you have an exact date of when you’ll post chapter 5?

Btw, heads up, I think you forgot to put the link of chapter 4 in the By Your Side masterlist, can’t see it there

Now - this is taking way too long, and I’ll just head out, Peace ✌🏻

Hold on a sec-

I waited too freaking long to reply to this I’m so sorry but this was so sweet and thoughtful I literally couldn’t stop tearing up every time I read this. I wanted to give a thought out response to this so if you’re seeing this thank you for waiting this was amazing to see in my inbox-

*SLAMS FISTS ON THE TABLE HOLLERING SCREAMING CRYING*

THANK YOUUUUUUU!!!!!! Oh my god. Holy shit. This. This made my month. I truly didn’t know how to respond so I kept on holding this off from immediately responding and freaking out/appreciating everything you wrote. Finally I got my thoughts together after two long weeks!

Also YOU HAVE A SPOTIFY PLAYLIST?!?!? SHARE PLEASE HOLY HECK THAT IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST COMPLIMENTS I COULD EVER RECEIVE AHSJDLAGUFFIISJSHCJSKND-

also speaking of which I gotta get that part 1 playlist updated lmao

Literally that first paragraph made me flatline I swear. I’m so freaking glad cause I was hellbent on making y/n realistic as a person whilst also having them make choices or have characteristics that are reasonable enough for most people to be able to relate to or picture themselves in! So I’m incredibly glad you like her, flaws and hopes and dreams and all!

I literally have so, SO MUCH more that I want to mention or say to add to the above but I keep on deleting and rewriting anything else I try to add cause it makes a lot more sense in short DM’s instead of full on sentences lol.

Second paragraph knocked me outta my body and no you’re not rambling at all! I was worried that the reader’s perspective wasn’t realistic or relatable so hearing that you’re able to connect with them made me feel a lot more comfortable, thank you so much!

When I started this series, I wanted to have a Reader self-insert fic that was in a way, a possibility of what life could’ve been if we had the chance! I know I absolutely had that feeling where I always said to myself: “MAN. I wish I was born earlier.” Not that I don’t appreciate my life right now! I’m certainly incredibly lucky to have a life where I get to meet so many amazing people like you and have the chance to write like this!

AND FOR THE RELEASE DATE OF CHAPTER 5: Oh man, I thought I could get it done mid-late June but assignments man. Goddamn assignments handed to me without warning. I don’t have an exact release date for chapter 5 and I’m incredibly sorry about that. I know you’re looking forward to it and I am as well! Once I know for sure and I’m confident enough to say that I’m ready to post it (I suffer from the perfectionist and the ADHD curse I’m so sorry), I’ll let everyone know beforehand! I promise.

But once again, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! If I had another reason to keep going and keep pushing myself to keep the series going I know that you and everyone that’s waiting and supporting are many, many reasons. And that’s more than enough to make sure I bring you the best possible fanfic to you all!

Much love,

- Sin Bin

[spurgie-cousin]

Hard same on the “struggles are just a lesson that god is using to teach you something” and extracting yourself from the “all of this is in god’s plan/everything happens for a reason” excuse, and I went to a fairly normal church (Episcopalian). But they taught those things (predestination? predetermination? I think?) in kindergarten in a very watered down version, so even if you never put any real stock in that belief, it just stuck to you the whole way through Sunday school. And then after like 4 family members die of incurable illnesses in the span of 5 years you continue to have moments of thinking “why and how the fuck would any of this be god’s plan?” but there’s never any good answer you can come up with beyond “is he some kind of sadist”

And as far as “god gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers”? Draft a different soldier, big guy, I’m dodging this one✌🏻

(cw: death, suicide mentions)

Yes exactly, all of that. I'm not sure if the example you used of 4 family members passing away was something that actually happened to you (if it is I'm so terribly sorry💔) but I had a very similar experience of losing a handful of close family in rapid succession to cancer, to drug overdose, to self harm, etc. And that very much brought me to that "what kind of sadist are you???" place.

And the worst, the absolute worst part of the whole "god makes you suffer to teach you lessons" mindset is that if you go through something really particularly horrible, and bring up how kind of fucked up it is that god just decided to put you through that for 'moral growth', they have the world's biggest and most vague cop out: "No one can understand god's plan/he works in mysterious ways/he is wiser than us and we can never understand" etc etc etc which might be the most infuriating response someone can give you when you are contemplating whether or not you want to still even be alive.

One thing I think about when I get stuck in old, guilt-ridden thought patterns is that quote they found etched onto the wall of cell block in a Mauthausen-Gusen concentration camp that was something like "if there is a god, he will have to beg for my forgiveness". Like........you're going to tell me that person who was tortured and starved and locked in isolation for months, maybe years, maybe for the rest of their life, was there for moral growth??? You're going to tell me that happened because they needed to "learn" a certain lesson that god could only teach them this way?? I don't buy it I'm sorry I just don't. If that's how it really is, god is evil.

He has all this power, he could literally just telepathically insert the lessons into our brains or have us born knowing them, and he chooses to torture some people instead??? Sorry I want no part of it.

[darkwickshorniestinspector]

❗️HELLO❗️

The name is Ivry.✌🏻I’m in my 20’s.

I’m a new Inspector for Darkwick Academy. I don’t know how I ended up with this job, but I accepted it because I’ve always loved the strange and unusual.

The chancellor did tell me that, as an Inspector, I’d be keeping my eyes on all the ghouls and only the ghouls. Which I thought would be fine. BUT IT ISN’T. 😩

So now, I suffer daily because of all of these gorgeous men that I have to be a friend to, or just a coworker depending on the ghoul. Why are they all so attractive!? Is that just a part of becoming a ghoul?! Some sick cosmic joke that the galaxy is playing on me this life?! 🥺

*cough cough*

Anywaaaaayyys, I suffer daily and now spend my nights alone with my vibrator thinking of all the things I would do to these men if given the opportunity. Because GOD DAMN. 🥵

⚜️Welcome to my shit show⚜️