#yall don't have to read this i just had to put my thoughts somewhere and i like to write these and look back at them later

[justwinginglife]

hi can I request sochiro x reader arrange marriage where the girl is a platoon leader in the third and first division. And her parents want her to quit her job to be a housewife, but like she’s very good at it. And her and soshiro don’t really get along and when they sleep together it’s always after they argue because in her head she thinks the only way she can hurt him is if she runs her nails down his back. Furthermore they start to eventually fall for each other I’ll let you decide how. But then he starts to get jealous at the guys that clearly like her and he kinda wants to claim her. Idk something like that can you make it angsty too pls

thank you sorry for the trouble

Don't apologize, it's no trouble at all! Sorry I took so long with this prompt, was just trying to figure out all the in's and out's. Honestly not even sure if this is what you wanted, but this is my attempt. ALSO THIS IS NSFW IF YALL COULDN'T TELL.

The Best Kind Of Disaster

You expected marriage to a stranger to be difficult but not a disaster. It was, in fact, quite disastrous. But your parents had begged you to quit your job as a Platoon Leader in the First Division and this was your compromise with them- you'd marry anyone they chose on the condition that they quit complaining about your work and stop trying to get you to become a housewife. So now you were in this mess for better or for worse and this disaster was yours to keep.

Honestly, you'd originally thought this marriage would be a breeze. The man you had saddled yourself with was none other than Vice Captain Hoshina of the Defense Force's Third Division so you knew he'd at least understand your duty if he didn't understand anything else. And he was quite the looker too. But looks don't solve everything and you were starting to realize that more and more, day by day.

You blamed Captain Narumi for your troubles. You'd taken too much of his personality into you, after working with him so long, and Hoshina could feel it. Every little behavior that was Gen's, every reflex, every smartass comment, the way you fought, even the tone of your voice sometimes resembled his, and Hoshina was not having it.

He constantly complained that if he wanted to marry Narumi he would've just married Narumi. And you were constantly pissed that he'd never recognize you as your own person. You couldn't even drink your tea or read a book without him making some snide comment about how Narumi probably taught you how to put a proper cup together or how he probably taught you how to read. Then you'd shoot back with some snarky comment of your own but it only furthered his opinion that you were just another Narumi copy.

One day, you'd decided to show him the specific ways in which you were different from Narumi. Your anatomy, in particular.

He had come home from a particularly long day at work and had too much energy to burn off, too much stress on his lower half. You noticed the little bulge in his pants and thought you'd tease him a little but he didn't take the vulgar comments well. In no time at all, he had you in a chokehold on the ground. You thought you might break his boner with the sudden urge to kick him in the crotch, but that fire inside you went somewhere else when you saw his little smirk. It was the first time you'd even seen some resemblance of a smile on his face, and the thought that you being underneath him was what had pleased him sent those flames rushing to the space between your legs.

You smirked right back and adjusted your weight, yanking him to the floor and positioning yourself on top him.

"Bitch."

"Asshole."

"Fucking wannabe Narumi."

"Fucking second-rate samurai."

"I bet Narumi fucks better than you do."

"I bet Soichiro fucks better than you do."

He growled at that, rolling over so you were pinned underneath him again. He ground his hips up against yours and the feeling of his erection fucking you through your pants got your underwear soaking. He started sucking and biting harshly at your neck as though he were trying to tear your throat out with his teeth. But you liked the pain. It was surprisingly the most attracted you'd ever been to him.

You yanked his shirt off, only able to admire his rock-hard physique for a minute before he shoved his tongue down your throat. You almost choked on it and he smirked against your lips. He was so fucking smug and it pissed you off- in the sexiest way.

You bit his lip hard and he groaned at the sharp sensation.

To get you back, he gripped your breast tight, squeezing at it with full force. Then he ripped your shirt off and began sucking at his target aggressively, dragging his tongue back and forth over your nipple relentlessly. You moaned and began cupping your other breast, to which he responded by shoving your hand away from your chest.

"Did I fucking tell you that you could touch yourself? You're going to pay for making that comment about my brother. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you can't see straight and you're going to take back your words, so don't go getting off before I can destroy you properly."

"Promises, promises. You talk a big game for being the lesser Hoshina." You teased with daring eyes.

He knew you were baiting him but he didn't care, he used it as fuel to unleash all his jealousy and fury on you. "We'll see if you'll still be saying that by the time I'm done with you. I'm gonna send you back to Narumi so fucking cum drunk he won't be able to recognize you."

And with that, not wanting to waste anymore time talking, he jerked your pants off of you and jabbed his fingers at your panties. He wouldn't give you the satisfaction of feeling him fully inside you yet. He just teased at your entrance, roughly dragging his fingers up and down your underwear, pleased at just how much wetter he was making it.

You groaned at the unnecessary teasing and before he could react, you wrenched your underwear to the side and shoved his two fingers inside you, thrusting your hips into them.

He hissed but he didn't resist, he just kept pumping his fingers deep inside you. "So fucking impatient and so fucking wet."

"Thought you were gonna show me something special, or do I have to ask your brother if I want a good time?"

You could almost feel his glare searing holes into your skull and the thought got you so damn horny. "Fuck me then, Soshiro."

It was the first time he'd heard you say his first name and he groaned as he palmed his growing erection through his pants. Then he yanked it out, fucking his hand until there was enough precum drizzling down his throbbing cock.

You wanted to make some sassy comment about his shrimpy size (honestly, it was huge but you didn't need him to have anymore ego than he already did so you thought you'd knock him down a peg), but before you could form any words, a yelp had already escaped your throat as you realized he'd just shoved his full length inside you.

He was grinning widely now, amused by the precious little noises escaping your quivering lips.

You bit your lip to silence them but more moans came clumsily tumbling out as he continued to relentlessly thrust into you until you thought he might bruise your sensitive walls. Might make you bleed out underneath him.

You wanted your share of his blood too and you dug your nails into his back, as you braced yourself for his next onslaught. The feeling of you piercing his skin did more to him than either of you thought it would, because his pace picked up, like he was eager to come with your nails carved into him.

The sound of him desperately fucking your dripping pussy, panting heavily as he groaned into your chest, sent you over the edge. Never mind that you were married and this is what married couples did, no this act of intimacy with him felt filthy, felt corrupt. You hated each other. So why did it feel so obscenely good? If this feeling were a tangible object, you would've locked it away and let it sink to the bottom of the ocean.

But regardless, the feeling of pure orgasmic pleasure washed over you anyway and you shuddered underneath him, clenching around his dick as you came in waves. He took this as permission to thrust into you again, this time pumping hot white sheets of his cum inside your velvety depths.

He finished filling you up and pulled out abruptly, but to your surprise he then flipped you over on your stomach and plunged his still-dripping cock inside your ass, continuing his assault on your trembling body.

You whimpered at this new sensation and he soaked up the sound. You hadn't wanted to inflate his ego but you'd done it all the same.

He reached around you and roughly flicked a finger at your clit as he thrust into your ass deeper.

"If you beg me to stop I will." You could almost hear his stupid smirk.

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction. "What, you don't got the stamina to finish the job, Hoshina?"

He chuckled darkly, and removed his hand from your swollen clit, much to your dismay. Then he dug his hands into your hips before pounding into you harder.

The pain and the pleasure were so beautifully distracting that you almost forgot you hated him. You could get lost in the feeling of being underneath him, of making him so wild for you that he'd fuck you round after round, cum still fresh on his dick each time.

The arousing thoughts forced another orgasm from you, and you squirt all over the floor as he pumped his seed deep into your ass.

You collapsed on the ground, dripping from front and back, and he pulled away from you to admire his handiwork while he caught his breath.

You thought maybe the sudden intimacy would change something in your relationship, make you sweeter to each other, kinder to each other, but that hope was ripped from your mind when he made a stupid fucking comment about liking you better when you were all pathetic for him and you ended up kneeing him in the balls.

Months later, you were still making petty comments and snarky digs at each other, but that first initial sexual encounter proved that one thing had in fact changed in your relationship- hate sex was now on the table and the both of you were ready to use it at a moment's notice.

You got more kills than him in combat? He'd take it out on your clit.

He said your cooking was shit? You blew him so hard he begged for seconds. You forced him to retry your food and rethink his stance on it, then you choked him down again afterwards.

Little by little, you both unconsciously began to seek each other out more and more; of course, you both used the sex as a cover, but even when you weren't having sex you were still looking for each other, looking for ways to be closer.

He said he wanted to blow your back out but really he wanted to wish you a happy birthday and he snuck a gift into your room when you weren't looking.

You said you wanted to milk him dry, but you really wanted to distract him from the bad day he was having.

He said he wanted to fuck you until you dropped, but really he wanted you away from base when they were looking for volunteers for a particularly dangerous mission.

All this tip-toeing, just to avoid the simple truth that your relationship had evolved into what marriage was supposed to be in the first place. If you really thought about it, it should've been easy. You were already married, how hard could it be to confess your feelings to your husband? But you didn't like to think about it, didn't like to wonder if you were overestimating your relationship, if you were overthinking every nice gesture he made, if you were really just a body for him to have sex with. You couldn't stand the thought of being desperately in love with him and him seeing you as just another woman. Just some baggage he'd gotten bogged down with. Even if he had grown fond of you, was it just in the way one was fond of a pet?

So you kept quiet. And so did he.

And for awhile, it seemed like your relationship would forever be suspended in this state. But then you got asked out on a date and the aching in your heart made you realize everything you were missing from your current relationship. You wanted to be pursued, you wanted to be chased after. You'd almost forgotten what it was like to be desired.

So now, here was this tall, handsome man asking you out, offering you everything you could've ever wanted, and all you could do was flounder. Of course you wanted to be seduced, wanted to be wanted, but he wasn't Soshiro. No one would ever be Soshiro to you.

Right as you were about to reject him, you felt a hand wrap around your waist, the grip firm and protective.

"I really hope I heard wrong, because you better not be asking my wife out on a date." Soshiro warned, his voice low and rough as he took his place beside you.

The man looked from him to you, then back to him, and he quickly shook his head before scurrying off.

"That's what I thought." Soshiro grumbled, pulling you closer to him.

"Since when am I yours?" You teased, nudging him with your arm.

"Since when are you not?" He nuzzled up against your ear, nibbling on it slightly.

You rolled your eyes. "In bed, sure. Outside, not so sure."

His brows furrowed at your statement. "What do you mean?"

You waved him away, not wanting to have this discussion in public. "Nothing, nothing."

He grabbed your wrist tightly. "Baby. What do you mean you're not mine?"

He'd never called you baby before. He'd never called you any pet name before. Your heart thundered in your chest.

"I thought we... I thought we just...." You trailed off, unable to explain yourself in a way that made you sound less pathetic.

"Thought we what? We just fuck and mess around and don't care about each other?" He demanded, his eyes focused intensely on yours.

You swallowed but then nodded slowly.

He winced and bit his lip. "Fuck. I had a feeling, but I didn't realize it was this bad. I... I'll make myself more clear next time."

You coughed. "I'm sorry- what?"

"I... I don't want to just fuck around. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

You laughed at that. "Well you kinda already have to, we're legally stuck together."

He shook his head quickly. "I'm not stuck with you, I'm with you because I want to be. Because I... love you."

He got down on one knee and pressed a tender kiss to your hand. "I know I'm a little late, but will you marry me?"

You laughed again, but this time your heart felt lighter and your cheeks felt warmer. You held up your hand, flashing the ring that was already settled around your finger at him. "I already have, love. But I'd do it again in a heartbeat. In a million lifetimes. So yes, I will marry you."

Then he stands up and gives you the kiss you should've had at the altar. It's mind melting and dripping with sweetness and care. It's passionate but delicate, as if he doesn't want to break the moment. It's everything you've ever wanted.

He's everything you've ever wanted.

[sturniolo04]

Boyfriend's Brother M.S. & C.S.

Bf!Chris x Gf!Fem!Reader x fwb!Matt

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

Emmy's POV: it has been about a month, we hardly even remember what had happened a month ago although there is still some lingering tension from the situation i can tell. I had just finished my media class this afternoon and i promised Madi, jacob and Chris we would go the study area or place to hang out for a minute

Madi: hey lovely

Emmy; hi how was your last class

she asks as i sit down next to her on the lounging chairs

Madi: it was great

Jacob; whats up Em

Emmy; nothing much Jacob

she states as she sees Nick, Nicole and Matt a table a few feet away

Madi: do you want to go somewhere else

Emmy: no its fine in fact i am going to get more comfortable

Madi: huh

she replies quickly as Emmy gets up and sits on Chris' lap

Madi; oh okay i see

Matt's POV: this past month has been hell i dont understand why my friend group cant see that this ruined our group more than it would have if me and Emmy got together that day

Nicole; Matt.. what are you looking at

Matt: nothing its nothing

i say shaking it off as pay attention to the needy girl beside me

Nick: you guys want to go to a halloween party tonight for halloween

Matt; i mean why not

Nicole; yeah of course that would be fun

Matt: yeah...

Over with Emmy

Emmy's POV: attempting to even focus on the music homework i have to complete this degree i found myself still looking at Matt in the slightest

Madi: hey we can go somewhere else em its okay

she states noticing what she was looking at

Emmy: no no its fine

she says gripping Chrs' arm that were wrapped around her

Madi: hey guys theres this stupid party do yall want to go..

Jacob; that wouldnt be a bad idea considering its halloween

Chris: Em you want to

Emmy: yeah why not

we finished up studying at the hang out space and headed back to the dorm room as i head into my room to figure out what i was even going to wear for this party as Madi walked in

Madi: ughh i have no idea what i want to be

Emmy; im sure you will figure it out Madi ask Jacob

Madi: truee.. what are you going to be

Emmy: cheerleader because why not Matt and i said thats what we were going to be as friends before this happened so ig why not

Madi: does Chris know this

Emmy; of course he does i really didnt want to figure any thing else out honestly

i replied as i recieved a notifcation from ...

Madi; who was it from

Emmy: Matt

she sighs out setting the phone down looking down

Madi: you miss him dont you

Emmy: i mean yeah i do he's perfect honestly

Madi: yeah.. what about Chris

Emmy: i dont know

Madi: just listen to your heart love

she states as she leaves the room

i couldnt help but just sigh and bawl my eyes out

Emmy: why is this so diffcult for me ughh

Madi: Emmy b

she annouces coming back in the room

Madi: we are leaving in ten yeah

Emmy: okayy

she trails off getting up and putting her costume on thinking about her decision and what her heart wants. Her thoughts were interupted when

Chris; hey

he states coming in her room

Emmy: hi

Chris: you okay

he asks closing the door behind him

Emmy: yeah i need to talk to you

she states motioning for him to sit next to her

Emmy; Chris i-i like you i really do i just

she trails off

Emmy: but i cant deny what my heart wants 

she trails off again almost in tears as he sighs at her response

Emmy; and i am sorry if i hurt you i just-

she gets interrupted by Chris kissing her forehead resting his forehead on hers  and resting his hands on the sides of her face

Chris: its okay i get it i do 

Emmy; what about you

she states worried grabbing his hands on the sides of her face giving him some assurance at her statement

Chris; hey i will be okay i promise

Emmy: ok

she answer as he kisses her forehead one more time getting up and leaving.

In Matt room

Matt; Nicole sit down i want to talk to you

Nicole: okay Matt

Matt: i dont want to be your boyfriend anymore okay

Nicole: Matt..

Matt; my heart is simply just somwhere else and i cant deny that

Nicole:....

Matt: and i am sorry if that hurts you but it is hurting me not telling you the truth im sorry

Nicole: okay.. Matt i guess this isnt meant to be umm

Matt; you will find someone that will treat you way better than i did i promise

Nicole; thanks Matt

Matt's POV: i confessed and broke up with Nicole and now

Emmy; Matt..

she exclaims opening the door

Matt: hi..

Emmy: hi..

Matt: so i dont even know why i came but um i wanted to let you know Nicole and i broke up uh

Emmy:....

Emmy's POV: matt just kept rambling on and on until i finally heard him say that one he broke up with Nicole and two that he wants to be with me. so i pull him in and kiss him

Matt: oh my god youre so pretty

Emmy: thank you

she states grabbing his hand and pulling him into the dorm room. we continued to make out all the way into the front room landing on the couch

Madi: MATT

Emmy: Shit..

She mumbles pulling away from matt

Matt: hi..

Emmy; Madi before you say anything he br-

Madi: are you together now or..

Emmy: i mean

Matt; yeah we are

Madi: holy shit i am so happy for you Em

she squeals coming over to hug them both

Madi: yay okay but for real get ready we have to take insta picss

Emmy: okay okay im going

she says getting up grabbing matt's hand taking him in her room closing the door behind her bringing matt once again to her lips. the make out for few before he starts trailing down her neck as she giggles at the sudden action

Emmy: matttt i have to get ready now

she states pushing him off of her walking into the bathroom putting on her costume

Matt: come on

he say flopping her nicely made bed as her sits there for a few sitting up as she walks back in the room in her cheerleader costume

Emmy; look now we match

Matt: you are hot

Emmy: yeah you told me that already lets go get up insta pics

she exclaims pushing him out the door

Madi: im taking photos Emmy Matt yall ready

Emmy; sure

@itzemmy

itzemmy: My Lover @mattsturniolo

@mattsturniolo

mattsturniolo: loml @itzemmy

and the night was perfect!

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[jaysficarchive]

She likes to leave you hanging on her word

"This is a bad idea," Shaleia says, crossing her arms. It hasn't even been five minutes and already she would like to escort the guest out the door.

Or: how Ken and Shaleia first met. With a little bit of Shaleia lore on the side

@floof-ghostie @punkeropercyjackson @mayameanderings

The library was buzzing with excitement and parents walking in with their children. Shaleia couldn't blame them, she was kinda feeling that way herself. In the weeks since the staff announced they invited a celebrity to come read, everyone was wondering who it was.

"Are you excited, baby?" She asked while adjusting her daughter Kesia's skirt.

"Yeah!" Kesia beamed, the missing baby teeth not diminishing her smile one bit.

Shaleia recognized some of her elementary and high school students in the crowd. It warmed her heart to see them. Once they or their parents pointed her out to them, they either waved or came up to talk to her. She saw no shame in reading to preteens and teens. If anything, it encouraged them to go visit the library to read or just hang out. Their English improved when she read out loud to them.

While he preferred to come in through the front, Ken didn't mind the element of surprise. The task was simple enough. How hard could reading to children be?

"The event will start soon, Mr. Sato," one of the librarians said. "In the meantime, is there anything I can get you?"

"Nope. All good here."

Ken cleaned his sunglasses before putting them back on. He then straightened his jacket. He was glad there weren't makeup artists in his face trying to do last minute touch ups.

"Good afternoon, everyone," Shaleia spoke into the microphone. "For those that do and don't know me, my name is Shaleia and I'm one of the librarians here as well as one of the organizers. Me and all my colleagues want to thank you all for taking some time out of your day to come here."

"We're both very glad and shocked at just how many people we have here. Part of me hopes that a few people will leave here with a book or two, but it's fine if you don't," she continued. "Without further ado, please give a big round of applause for our mystery guest!"

Walking through the door was none other than the hottest baseball sensation, Ken Sato. He smiled and waved to the thunderous audience; a few quick poses for any cameras.

"Thank you, thank you. You're all too kind. I mean, I am the world's busiest man but for my fans, 'specially the kids, I'd do anything. Even reading."

Never had a smile faded from her face so quickly. Shaleia studied the man who had just walked into the children's reading area. Despite being indifferent to sports and athletes as a whole, her knowledge of Ken Sato was vast--mainly because of her students. Her first impression was that of a seemingly cool, if not a little arrogant, guy.

This guy, though? He could kick rocks for all she cared.

"This is a bad idea," Shaleia says, crossing her arms. It hasn't even been five minutes and already she would like to escort the guest out the door.

Rui, a coworker, noticed her grimacing and put his hand on her shoulder. "You okay?"

"Yeah I'm good." Sato's debonair attitude brought back memories she thought she'd forgotten for good.

Everytime Ken finished reading a book, he was rewarded with thunderous applause. In the middle of waving and thanking them, he noticed someone out the corner of his eye: Shaleia. From what he learned, she was the one who organized the whole event. Foreigners weren't too uncommon but an expat? Now that was a rare occurrence.

Isn't that one of the librarians? What was her name? Shaleia or something?

Feeling a little hot, Shaleia took off her sweater before going back to talking with the others. Hopefully no one complained like back home. "Yall doing anything after work?"

"No. Going home after this," Rui replied. "What about you?"

She cleaned her glasses. "Same. I'm probably gonna stop somewhere to get dinner for me and Kesia before we head home."

"You're never gonna get a boyfriend that way," Chizu, another librarian, commented. While she truly meant no harm, she was always pestering her to go out and live her life. Always trying to drag her to a club, a bar, or even a girls trip to an island.

Ever since she moved to Japan and starting working at the library, Chizu made it her mission to get her a boyfriend.

It made her think of Nene, one of her older sisters, th waye she was always trying to break her shell. Nene had the confidence she wished she had, which allowed her to become a model. Last time they talked, she was in Ibiza.

"I get you wanna focus on your daughter and your career but try being selfish for once." Chizu pouted. Then her expression changed to a curt smile. "Oh, maybe you should shoot your shot at our guest."

Shaleia made a small, inhuman noise. "And have his rabid fangirls haunt me for the rest of my days?! No ma'am!"

Unknown to her, Ken was becoming more curious about her the more he watched her.

Once he finished the last book, he bowed and thanked the audience for their time. He decided to stay a bit to take pictures or sign autographs for any fans, which seemed to be almost everyone. But most importantly, he wanted to see Shaleia. He had so many questions about her.

"Mommy, mommy!"

He watched as a little girl raced over to the woman, hugging her leg. It made him think of how he did the same to his mother when he was younger. Was that her daughter? Where was the father?

"Hey, sweetie. Did you have fun?" Shaleia cooed as she picked her up.

"Yeah!" Kesia cheered, swinging her legs a bit. She then turned and waved at Ken. "Bye, bye."

Ken waved back. So that is her daughter, he thought to himself. Looks just like her. Now that leaves the question of where's the father and if she's married. I don't see a ring, though.

[shadowkira]

Today is one of those bad brain days where I feel lonely and am definitely feeling the burn out.

I went two weeks without a proper break at work, I really could not be on my phone at work for like... At least a month, if not longer... Wife and I are on different sleep schedules and while I miss my family... with the looming election and their political views I am not really interested in expending what little energy I have to go and see them atm.

I felt very defeated coming home and once again having no parking... and on the walk from the car to the house had the dawning realization very randomly that I get it. I randomly realized when I was younger I had no idea how someone so funny and seemingly happy like Robin Williams could take his life.

No, i am not suicidal. But I am so incredibly sad and burnt out and yet spend most days anymore just literally trying to make people smile and laugh because otherwise I feel like I can't. Beyond my wife and small family, that is my joy right now. And I feel like I can't even really enjoy it.

I find myself reading every comment but can't bring myself to strike up conversation. Or, if I respond it is not usually to carry conversation. I don't feel like I really know how to do that right now, unless it's customer service me. The performative bullshit I can do. I say that but really it is because I care. I have considered lately, if the emotional tax of my current job is too high. I feel like it's contributing to these issues. To this bone deep fatigue that seems to follow me every day and that seems to be getting worse.

I've interacted with some funny and very talented people and feel like just social fumble after social fumble the last few years. And got more and more, this since moving to the city.

Maybe we'll get lucky and catch a break with an apartment back where I am from soon. Or maybe get lucky with my wife's attempts to get disability.

Yall are cool and fun. I hope you're doing well if you read this far. Just needed to thought dump somewhere after smoking. I do miss fandom I'm just so bad at being a person right now.

I did just text someone, which feels like a monumental feat. Hopefully, I can put effort into reconnecting with friends and family... Maybe work through some of this.

I have felt accomplished the last two days, going to bed and waking up earlier. Getting things done before work... but I feel like this won't be sustainable. I honestly might fuck up tonight with how off I feel. :/

[springcatalyst]

i just realized my rant under the club piece cut off at 30 tags even tho it let me write out more than that and i need to have this somewhere or i'll die so it is now yalls problem. alas

the fuckign. the way that the bosses each foil the main character in sifu. the intrinsic way their personalities and motivations are portrayed and told to us as the player is cool as balls anyway but their contrasts and similarities to the mc is. how u say. really satisfying

Kajar is, by all intents and purposes, a hermit. He has drawn dramatically inward in these 8 years, so much so that Yang is the ONLY one who is allowed to see him. He seems to spend all his time working, growing things. He never leaves that warehouse. Likewise, the mc is overwhelmingly alone- it's part of the pitch of the game, but really. We never get evidence that he has any friends, any family left, he doesn't really interact with people in a way that isn't violent. The most we get is indifference from the few non-aggressive npcs. A look around the wuguan shows that he just pours all his time and energy into this quest of his- finding his targets and training. There's not really room in that for a social life. The mc seems to look down on how oddly alone and holed-up Kajar is, but he does the exact same thing, just to less an extent. He's hypocritical that way.

Sean is FUCKING fascinating as a character, and even more so as a foil because he is a near-perfect juxtaposition. Both their fathers were members of the guardians... Sean took part in the thing that killed his own father. Chances are, Sean himself killed his own father. That's a far cry from the revenge we see the mc seek for his. But Sean also has people. He has built himself a community of sorts- it's imperfect and more than a little cult-like but it doesn't feel like it stems from a power fantasy of his because he abides by the same rules- he, too, is burned. Contrast this from the mc's crushing isolation, something that Sean doesn't seem to have a problem with.

Kiroki's museum is a fantastic segment and when I first played through it I stopped to read all the descriptors once I killed the enemies in an area because damn. But her art is all about duality and identity: her fight, too, separated into two distinct and opposing segments. The mc exhibits a sharp dissonance from who he is when fighting to who he is when not. It's something I really like about the game- all those small segments after clearing a level where you get to just sit alone in the quiet for a moment before continuing forward. They're very contemplative, something you don't typically see in fighting games. A fight is all ruthless motion and violence, but after the fact, he seems to be a more thoughtful person than you would expect, considering. He's clearly patient: biding his time for 8 years until he knew he could do it, until he had the ability and the knowledge to pull this off. This duality is showcased in a much sharper way in Kiroki- she goes from "I don't want to fight you" to "I'll kill you a hundred times over" in very little time. All her minibosses tell you she's past this, she's put it behind her, she doesn't want to fight. But when she gets to it, she's not only very good at it, but she DOES enjoy a fight. These two things are both true, not as hypocrisy, but as twins of each other. Speaking of twins (lol)- Kiroki's twin's death and her subsequent grief and regret, the destruction of her family and the way it follows her for years, chases her out of her home- that, too, is something that directly parallels the player character.

Jinfeng, I think, means well. Or at least, she did. She started her business and as well, her goal of killing the other guardians, to help people. But in the end she remains just another functionally useless CEO, up in her ivory tower, looking down at the people she began all this to aid. She, like the guardians she resented, keeps secrets hidden underground and uses her power to help herself, her acquaintances, and few others. Our character, likewise, began his quest with arguably honorable intentions. But he kills more than just the five that hurt him along the way, and hurts so many more. By the time he reaches his goal you have to ask: what has he really accomplished? All he's doing is continuing the same violence. All she's doing is upholding the same status quo.

Yang is the most obvious parallel to the player character. He is a direct line from here to there, from what he was to what he is- a line that the mc is following to the letter. Yang is, similarly to Jinfeng, a cycle of the same harm, the same violence. Yang was enbittered with loss and he used that to justify hurt- our character does the very same thing. He becomes precisely what he despises, and you see it coming from a mile away. But because of the different endings, he can also be a cycle broken. It depends on the choices you make. He is one thing, or the opposite. A parallel, or a juxtaposition.

And the thing about the bosses too is that the five of them together also prove something interesting, and that's that they are all so interconnected. 8 years later and their lives stay entwined, at least to an extent. Sean sends fighters to defend all the rest, particularly Kiroki and Yang, and is acutely aware of your killing of Kajar. Members of Kajar's gang are also members of Sean's club. Yang routinely checks up on Kajar, treats him for some illness that is never specified but is clearly chronic, or at least long-term. Jinfeng funds both Kiroki and Yang, and either has replicas of each other bosses' weapons, or gathers them after you kill them. Yang holds pieces of each member in his wuguan- courtesy of their talismans. They stay entwined even after their task is complete, aiding and defending one another. The main character has none of this. He is, as previously mentioned, remarkably alone. There is no evidence pointing to any allies, anyone at all on his side. He justifies and moralizes his revenge but ultimately who mourns for his death? The deaths he inflicts will cause far more ripple than his own ever would, because they are actually connected to each other. He is alone and so, as cruel as this sounds, his death would not be felt. Theirs will be and are as he stubbornly refuses to die. Of course, this doesn't have to be true: he can choose- not forgiveness, even, but nonviolence- and in doing so, chase away that isolation. But if he does what he set out to do, he stays alone just as much as they stay connected.

[hostilecandle]

🍏 and 🍈 for the writer asks pls!

God I'm so sorry for this ramble 🙏😅

🍏 Is there something you overuse, whether it’s a certain phrase, trope, or piece of punctuation-

Religious Imagery 😅 lmaoooo. I overuse that shit SOOO much. It's in every single fic I've ever written. Doesn't matter fluff or smut or what fandom, I always find a way to work it into the main themes. Literally writing a long af Price x Reader and its title is taken from Psalms 😅😅 I grew up a gay man in a Catholic military family in the Midwest of the United States. Gotta funnel that experience somewhere, so fics it is :D

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics-

Okay this said free pass to ramble about blorbo so I will be taking that opportunity here lol, so my apologies i have many thoughts about this man. I'll use CoD bc it's the fandom I'm in rn so I gotta say John Price (Both the og and reboot though I'm just gonna refer to the reboot Price for this). This man does things to my brain that need to be studied under a microscope I swear 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I have a whole ass character study of him written that's several pages long and I'm still not done.

Headcannons for him (some I've written, some just vibes):

-This man SCREAMS a good ol future midwestern dad type in the making to me. He loves to hunt and fish. He loves the solitude and quiet of both activities, even if he doesn't get anything. Its just peaceful. There is always a beer in the fridge for when the game is on. When he's got a family/partner/retired (whatever you'd prefer), he's a yard guy (yall know the type). I just feel like he cannot sit still when he's home. He's gotta be doing something with himself after years of keeping busy. He's got all the fun toys like a riding mower that is so unnecessary for the yard size but makes him happy. He's always outside in the spring/summer doing something to the yard and god forbid the grass get too tall. He's also not big on socializing with neighbors, a very much a keep to himself and/or his family kinda guy, but he's always SO polite and the ladies in his neighborhood love him.

-From my own homelife experience but it just feels so Price, when he's home he's AWFUL about just leaving his firearm on the counter or coffee table or bed side. Just wherever he remembered to take it off and set down and it's just another thing to forget where he set it like his phone and wallet. Speaking of, he's terrible about losing his phone/keys/wallet/etc. He has a little dish by the entry that he swears he puts it all into but they're never there when he goes to leave and he has to scramble to find them every time

-He's a coffee drinker (black with just a little sugar) and unironically loves to read the paper whenever he gets the chance. He's a small talker and enjoys it, he talks about the weather, gas prices, taxes, and match scores. He gets bored easily when just waiting around and will chat with just about anyone

-He has horrific night terrors and carries a lot of guilt for things he's done in his job. He firmly believes it was all necessary and worth it for the greater good but he wrestles with himself a lot. I personally like to think when Gaz pushes him on it after the interrogation in MW, it actually rattled him a bit. Not because he felt any guilt necessarily for what had just happened (I don't think he felt any in that instance), but because that's one of the first times someone else has pressed him on his moral convictions. "You draw the line where you need it" is not a belief that comes from nowhere or from a man who hasn't wrestled with himself and asked himself the very same questions Gaz was throwing at him. He meant every word he said though and while I feel guilt will catch up to him in the late hours of the night some nights after years of living like this, he fully believes he's justified in everything he does and it's integral to his character and who John Price is as a person

-He's a staunch atheist. Baptized but never believed in a God really anyways but after the things he's seen, he can't find it in himself to even entertain the thought. That being said, in the bottom of his desk is one of those old fashioned crosses that's hollow that holds holy water and one's last will and testament. Obviously being in the military there's already the records of his will but keeps that in his desk regardless because on the off chance he's wrong about there not being a God, it doesn't hurt to be safe.

He's SUCH a Girl Dad™ in the making. He would THRIVE with having a daughter. I'm talking the tea parties, tiaras, letting her put makeup on him, his nails, all of it. He'd support her in any endeavors growing up and would do his damndest to be in the crowd any chance he can get. He'd be her biggest fan. Pictures of her on his desk, in his wallet. Always bragging about his daughter when he gets the chance because he'd be so proud of her

He's a salt of the earth kinda guy. Just has very classic masculinity. Like he's a Man™ and takes pride in it. But its in the, "I'm gonna take care of everything because this is how I care for what's important to me" way. He enjoys being the handyman around the house and who people come to because they respect him. He has a Project Car in the garage that he swears he'll get to and the back is littered with power tools and lumber

(Okay this parts not headcannon because he not old, he's only 37!!) He's actually very tech savvy and likes things to be as up to date as he can get so everything runs smooth.

He feels personally responsible for the wellbeing of the other main 3 of 141 but not in a fatherly way like people think, but these men are his brothers and he hand picked them, he has so much faith in their abilities. (However he unwittingly becomes a mentor figure to Soap very much against his knowledge and will lol)

He had to shave once for an Op and the boys ragged him so hard he refuses to ever shave again. Genuinely fucked him up a bit lol

He has a temper. He's got a good lid on it 99% of the time but its always simmering underneath

Has a wicked sense of humor. Most people don't know or recognize it but he's actually the funniest person in the 141. He's always cracking jokes to break the tension but he says it with such a straight face before breaking into smile to let you know he's joking.

[carrickbender]

Sonntag seiben

1. September in the PNW means harvesting and putting in things for the winter that give hope that, at some point, we will see the sun again and taste the sweet goodness of the gifts of nature. This year is special because another generation of our family gets to decide their fate as either pickers or non-pickers. I've always been a picker since I was probably a bit older than Henry; My grandmere and I would dutifully pick the tiny delicious huckleberries right on the border of Idaho and Montana, and one of our favourite patches was yards away from where one of her relatives surveyed in the state lines of Montana(plot twist: it's backwards). My mom, on the other hand, was born a non-picker who often loved finding a nice shady spot with a book. Thankfully, as she and I were both raised as only children, she has become a picker because berries won't pick themselves and blackberries are awful to pick. And Buggy was such a trooper: he started off picking berries but then he just wanted to eat berries even double fisting them. Tradition can be so delicious.

2. I finished my 2 weeks at Medline on Saturday, and they were absolutely good people for whom to work. And on Tuesday, I start with a municipal organization in emergency mitigation services, which should be a good job. Its a serious pay cut from Cosmo, but I cant wait any longer. And with graduation looming for me at CWU and my MBA application submitted, my options are expanding by the day. I refuse to be blind to the silver lining to my loss of my job at Cosmo, and I am open to the lessons that the universe is teaching me.

3. So for a long time I couldn't wrap my head around affirmations, but now that I'm doing them, I feel different. I think maybe, just maybe, the reset has begun and I'm looking at how I reclaim grace. To all who helped: much love.

4. To all of you who do online tutoring, what do you think of it? I have some expertise, and I think I could parlay it into a little more income and use it for the benefit of others. Thoughts?

5. We find out this week what sort of pre-k/transitional kindergarten programme Buggy will be in this fall. And, cool thing: H was also accepted into our local college and is going to be finishing her degree in Chemical dependency counseling. Her sobriety not withstanding, she is so smart and if she wouldn't have had her oldest son so young she could have done anything. She was studying to become a nurse when "life" and a few other things got in the way, and I think how much of a loss it was, truly. So having her go back to school is truly making sure the smartest person in this house gets to use that amazing brain for good of others and not just making good stuff like the boule in the picture.

6. Jimmy Buffet and Bill Richardson, on the same day? I got to meet Bill and hear him speak, and he was truly a champion for the forgotten and unjustly imprisoned. And Jimmy... I heard so many stories of him playing the Elbow room in Dutch Harbour and Tony's in Kodiak that, turns out were all true. While he might have been seen as a brand, some of his lyrics really hit my old broken down ass self pretty hard. And like his lyric said,

"I hope you're enjoying the scenery

I know that it's pretty up there

We can go hiking on Tuesday

With you I'd walk anywhere

California has worn me quite thin

I just can't wait to see you again"

Peace be with them...

7. The agates and the quartz glass are from a local beach, and 3 generations of hands have touched them. 3...Somewhere, my father figure is proud and glad it took(and that his great grandson loves rocks and getting dirty, just like him).

If you are still reading this, don't labour tomorrow. Rest. Relax. It's been a hard 9 months, and judging by our mountain ash bushes here, it's going to be a long miserable winter. Many blessings yall, and be kind to yourselves and take a moment. If my stubborn ass can finally say, and mean it, "I love the person I am becoming", you can too.

Much love!!!!

[mejomonster]

Silent Reading, chapter 25. Their first flirt! Omg! I didn't pay attention to these things last time! ToT

1. Love how Fei Du says it without thinking, so sorry my dude, subconsciously somewhere in there you either already like him (my condolences) or you're so used to flirting with Everyone Else that the instant ur not fighting him you do it to him too and... that has now opened pandoras box. You can't put it back and undo it. He's now a person that Can Be flirted with, that Is Categorized dating material in ur mind, so sorry Fei Du. You've just sealed your fate.

2. Lol at both of them turning silent and feeling something is off about those words. Both of them internally: wait that wasn't an insult like usual.... that was a flirtation? ???!!!??!?!! Oh fuck fuck oh what what WAIT why oh dear. Oh no it's already happened. Fei Du: I just hit on the bitch trying to play caretaker 7 years I'm dying inside let Me rot away -.- Luo Wenzhou: that... BRAT, he's escalated from normal insults to sexual ones. T-T

3. Both of them IMMEDIATELY Talking about the case again like it didn't happen and moving on cause they both don't wanna examine the shitstorm of future paths that this pandoras box just opened. Good job Fei Du! You did it!!

4. I love how it starts because Luo Wenzhous like: there's something wrong with you... you're being so nice.... you okay?? Just lmao says SO much about them. Both now how the car chase and opening up somewhat during the hospital did em both some good in a ceasefire. And also how these 7 years it cant have been entirely not-close, since they seem to be on the level of Luo going "even if we fight, nonstop, I can ask you personally vulnerable questions and check in on if you're okay and when we Aren't fighting we can cooperate and problem solve on our non-emotional shit quite easily and second nature." Which implies maybe they got along like siblings who fight a lot but defend each other from bullies or a sucky parent, or like a parent and kid who fight a lot but are trying and do put in a lot of effort making their close situation work in the non-fight moments (think Lilo and Nani from Lilo and Stitch). They've clearly cultivated a close emotional relationship over 7 years even if as Luo says "they were constantly fighting." Because Zhang Donglai sure couldn't ask Fei Du if he's okay. Nor could he read Fei Dus emotions as well as Tao Ran and Luo Wenzhou.

5. Lmao Fei Du is that bitch that really said "I'm sorry, captain Luo. I didn't know you liked it rough." Excuse me???!!! Oh my god. Fei Du I hate to break it to you but I think you have a specific daddy kink but you're the rich baby so like rhe reverse of sugar daddy/baby situation but same, you wanna whip your man Fei Du? You went right for rough sex references? Oh fei du you're in too deep ur mind somewhere in there definitely thought about hitting Captain Luo one too many times and slid into wanting to choke him sexually or throw him on a bed or bite his neck and Oh my fucking God Fei Du you SAID IT OUT LOUD the only ONLY reason you're living this down is a woman is about to die and yall both are desperate to zoom past this slip of the tongue. Yes, I think it's fucking hilarious. Fei Du your horniness just lost you all coolness cred lmao. I fucking love this line it's incredible.

6. I do hope we see at some point Luo Wenzhous opinion at their boy Fei Du switching his flirtations from Tao Ran, who he's now treating strictly like a close bro, to Luo Wenzhou who was frenemy ish the entire time prior. I just think like. It must be so surreal and odd an experience for Luo Wenzhou? Since he saw the behavior second hand targeted on Thick at Tao Ran. It's gotta be weird being irritated by that, making fun of it, shaming it, competing Against it, teasing Fei Du for it... only for the same actions you were Like That toward are now being targeted at you instead.

The passage:

Luo Wenzhou was silent—their investigation really had followed this line of thought.

Fei Du shifted as if he’d become uncomfortable from sitting too long, absently looking out the car window at the scenery rapidly falling back outside. The rows of street lamps turned the spiraling overpasses into an elegant, winding panorama. The first inklings of the East Flower Market District’s nightless sky of fiery trees and silver flowers were already appearing far off. Perhaps it was his mistaken impression, but it seemed that tonight, the huge LED screen of the East District’s Skyscreen corridor was even brighter than usual.

Luo Wenzhou looked at him and suddenly asked, “Are you all right?”

Fei Du expressionlessly asked in turn, “What could be wrong with me?”

Luo Wenzhou thought about it, then bluntly pointed out, “Then how come you’re suddenly being so kindly and gentle to me?”

For a moment Fei Du was speechless. “I’m sorry, Captain Luo. I didn’t know you liked it rough.”

Then both of them turned silent, feeling that there had been something a little off about these words.

Fei Du thought, Don’t I have anything better to do?

Luo Wenzhou meanwhile reacted half a beat late. The little whelp was flirting with him!

And he was doing it in the tone of taking a dig!

[sea-of-dust]

ITS YA BIRTHDAY

Summary: Reis birthday came around! What did you get her or more importantly...what does she want to do with you?

Notes: yall thought I would miss today 😾. I gotta feed the homies that even read this. This is the only person you guys are ever gonna see me write a one-shot for alright 😾. Don't get used to this. It's implied y/n has a hobby for arts and crafts.

"Happy Birthday Rei!" All of Raise A Sulien shout while practicing. Rei turns around Happy that they remembered. "thank you". They show her the presents they got her and decided to throw a small party after practice. Masking took pictures with them all covered in frosting and animal headbands. By afternoon she was greeted by Tae playing the song they wrote together. "Happy birthday Rei" she smiles playing the song on her guitar while chatting with her. They walked around the city Tae paying all expenses the two decided to walk home together parting ways on Tae's block. As soon as she gets home, she sees you focused on a box on the table. "REI!" You nearly jump out of your chair as if you were startled. "Hey-" she looks at you then looks over at the box on the table. "Well have that later" You kiss her cheek. "right after you tell me about your day" "It was pretty fun" she smiles unwrapping the gift you got her. She peels back the ribbon revealing a blanket you made yourself. Not only that but a gift card to one of her favorite cafes. "Figured since you love their coffee so much" Rei gets up from her chair and hugs you. "Happy birthday". "I already know how im gonna use it" "oh?" You get up as she leads you toward the couch her signaling to lay on her. "Are...are you sure?" You stand over her flustered as she gestures for you to lay down. As you do she covers you and her in the blanket. There's silence between you two but you could hear your heart beat quicken. Being this close to Rei could certainly make someone kick the bucket. She turns on the TV and picks out a movie you both liked and put it on. You two talking in between scenes. "Why does he never put his shoes on the right way..." "he's five" "yea but still" later on in the movie "just say you like her~" you groan. You feel her move her arm wrapping around you. She looks down kissing you're forehead. "Rei-" "learned from this movie that you should always make the first move~" "you..." You couldn't look at her. She always found you adorable whenever she flustered you. You hoped the movie never finished. You wanted to stay by her the whole night. Luckily for you so did Rei, as soon as the movie ends she asks if you wanna watch another despite how sleepy you were. "Lets do another!!" She giggles softly "where'd this sudden energy come from" "Lets do another!" With slightly less energy this time. She puts on another, you and her making small comments in between. "Oh my dearest Angeline let us run as far as the wind!" "He reminds me of Kaoru" "Now that you mention it yea..." You try to get up when she holds you down "Where do you think you're going?" "I forgot one last thing Rei" You run to her room "dammit I left it here somewhere" You hear the door open behind you "Did ya-" She had the blink a few times trying to register what she saw. You holding Two small dolls in your hands. "My last present" you look away presenting them to her. One of you one of her. She looks away blushing for a few seconds then takes the two dolls putting the on her dresser. "Y/n" she holds both your hands "You really know how to make someone's heart flutter don't you" you couldn't respond as she leaned in to kiss you. Her lips are soft yet her hands are rough. She pulls away smiling. "Rei-" Her smile was so bright. "I'll text your parents you'll be staying at my place for the night get some rest" She closes the door behind her. You get a text from Masuki. She sent you the pictures of earlier that day. "We saved cake for you if ya want it!" You replied to her and set your phone up to charge before passing out on Rei's bed. Rei came back into the room seeing you asleep. "Didn't have the energy to go under the covers huh" not wanting to disturb you she laid on top of the covers as well with the blanket you made her. You feel her hug around your waist "Good night" she softly whispers into your ear.

[yoonyia]

more about myself

I am child, think I already said but just to make sure

I am VERY child, not even in my early twenties or late teens I am a middle schooler and everything I do right now I have been doing since I was 5 or grade 6 (im not joking all my hyperfixations started back then and just revitalize themselves once in a while)

Like I mentioned before I have psychosis and see a lot of hallucinations, just as I was eatting dinner I saw a rat run across the table and it was so big I nearly thought it was real (it wasent don't worry we don't have rats in our ceilings)

also weird habit of mine I sometimes refer to myself as "we" or "us" this is because I have voices in my head and all my actions are processed through them so I'm technically 4 people in a trenchcoat and I'm just the one you can see talking.

Like the image implies I am ace (garlic fans arise) but then again I might just be too young but the more I live the more sure I am

I'm what you call a smart kid that's not quite a 'gifted kid' and therefore was never treated as such, so I grew up reading above my level and tackling subject fat beyond my age but also struggled with basic arithmetic so at the end of the day my test scores didn't reflect what most people expected from "such a clever child" now suprisngly this had little affect on me and I feel like it says more about myself that this weird mix didn't effect my life then if It did. In general my level of intelligence is a weird mix of hyperawareness and instantaneous analysis and not being able to explain how I got there.

also talking about that I am neurodivergent, somewhere on the spectrum and almost definitely with some sort of OCD, I also have some internal anger issues I never really dealt with and never really had to deal with because it never got to a point where it was bad but it very much could. Deep down my calm blunt sarcastic self that I put up on public is burning rage and ambition that I'm not quite sure I like

I also deal with what I like to call "infinitely patient" which is a term I made up to describe someone who is often too empathic or cares to much for the sins they caused, even when realistically they did nothing wrong. I would describe people like ender to be such a person, which is honestly why I connect with him so much and why I cried like I had lost a part of myself when he died in the books. And how my hands shook reading him in ender in exile alive and a little happy.

I also believe I talk too much about myself, and what I believe in, I talk without purpose for the sake of talking and its absurd to me, how can I have so much to say when I don't even have an opinion. I say what I believe in because I believe in nothing, I must convince others I have a sense of self but I really do not, all opinions in my eyes the words of gods

also my world view is quite odd, it's the main reason I do not understand most religions, I love everyone in this world and admire what they can do and what they are, everyone is infinitely better at something then I am, most people know far more knowledge then I do, everyone has more power then I ever will have or want. So what difference is it that this person is a god, I already worship everyone as if they are deities from ancient mythos, why must I have special belief in the few who are masters of all this knowledge, what difference does knowing all and having all when I have so little? a million and a billion are incredibly large sums of money, it does not matter to me who has either they are both just rich. But that is my way of life and my way of thinking and I find pity in myself that I will never be able to fully grasp the meaning of faith. It seems wonderful

also I really like books

hope yall could have figured that out by now

ANYWAYS I TALKED TOO MUCH BYE TUMBLR

Garlic Bread

[ceedaryaps]

Hooked by Emily Mcintire Review

Yall.

This book is 80% porn, 10% murder and 10% plot.

I gave it a solid 1.5 out of five in my personal ratings, mostly because this book moves soooo quickly like the pacing is insane. The plot was...idk been there done I've seen it before. I don't think this is a bad book by any means even though my rating is low ( trust me there are books id given up on within the first few chapters) but it's just not my personal cup of tea. But here we goooo.

So boom we have our main girlie Wendy Michaels, everyone average rich girl whos described in the book many times as average. Sigh when is the book community gonna let go of the "Lets make her average so she stands out from all the drop-dead gorgeous model blondes and have the love interest fall in love with her so she knows she's special too!" trope. I don't hate it is just too common now it seems like every book has a 100/10 guy fall in love with a 5/10 girl, which kuddos to her ngl, i just wish wed switch it up a bit. Anyway I don't hate or like Wendy, in fact, the book moved soooo quickly I really didn't have any time to develop any sort of feelings for her at all. Her love for her brother is admirable I'll give her that but other than that I legit don't have anything good or bad to say about girliepop. I will say she should have called out her dad for spending time with that lady on her bday that pissed me off.

Next is James Barrie, our love interest of the story. Filled to the brim with PTSD and murderous cravings this man is what we call tall dark and handsome. He first saw Wendy and was like "lol smash," but things quickly turned when he realized she was the daughter of his rival, they were in the business of murder and drugs. While they never outright say this is a gang, for all intents and purposes, this is a gang. James also has this notorious nickname "Hook" and they allude to him getting the name because he used his hook to kill people, and yet for some reason he only used it once and it was on some rando who called Wendy a bitch. Like come onnnnnnnnnn. Hook is such a cool name for someone who's a villain and out of allllll the scenes we get of him harming people he only uses the hook in one. SHAME. I did like the dynamic between him and the guy who took care of hi it was typical, "I raised you and imma show gratitude loke a gruff old man." and the hook was,"I'm grateful but I refuse to show it cuz that makes me weak." and that's the most vulnerability we get out of him other than when the man died.

Now onto Wendy and James as a couple.....psyche ward, jail, prison, SOMETHING. Now to give Wendy credit I too would swoon if a sexy rich man who could get me whatever I wanted took me on a private yacht for dinner, I'm with you there. But everything that happened after RED FLAG RUN RUN RUN. First of all, AND DONT JUMP ME FOR THIS, the sex scenes were mid. To be completely honest I've read better smut here on Tumblr and on Wattpad, YALL HAVE TOO DONT LIE. And the way it was written was so weird like girl he put what WHERE. Idk the smut didn't do it for me at all. And on top of that yall had sex twice and like two days later he kidnaps you bc he thought you betrayed him bc he somehow got in his mind that you and ur daddy was plotting. MIND YOU Wendy didn't even know he knew her dad. And I understand she was mad at her dad but staying with Hook after that was insane like girl FUCK BOTH OF THEM. Take your daddy's riches and move somewhere. Not only that her dad was gonna shoot Hook, which would have taken care of one of her issues, but she shot her dad to save Hook?????? You've known this man for 3 weeks max, I get ur dad pissed you off but it's hella hypocritical to be like," Dad you sell drugs and kill people how dare you!" then dead ass marry the guy who does the same exact thing. Wendy girl, BE FAWKIN fr.

And lastly adding the twist that her brother Jonathan is James half brother and HER half-brother makes it so weird. Like I get that SHE personally doesn't share blood with Hook. But ur half-brother's half-brother is now your husband......YALL DONT THINK THATS WEIRD??? Mind you this is coming from someone who heavily watches Game of Thrones and house of Dragons so I shouldn't be weirded out by it right???? But idk I feel like it's a shitty copout as to why her dad treated Jonathan like shit like if you hate him that bad idk kill him???? or sell him???? idk there were other ways to do this.

All in all this book wasnt it for meeeeee

idk what the next book I'll review is but ill let yall know byeeee!

[felixmoonstar]

Hello, goodafternoon everyone, im here once again to publish another one of my pieces of writting. Im sorry for the lack of recent interaction, i had a criativity block and couldnt do anything new, but now ive come with a new piece, and quiet a different one if you put it aside with my other texts. Anyways, ill leave a song for you to enjoy while you read it. Also, i may make a POV of the other characters in this specific piece, also as always, im open for critics that could make me better in my writting, and i hope yall have a nice day.

The Discovery.

"I'm sitting on the branches of a tree, one already leafless due to winter, which is close to a cozy house, I have nowhere to go and nothing better to do, so I just stay there, sitting, watching the house . I stay here from 7:00 pm to 9:00 pm, until I realize that no one else is awake, I find this peculiar, as I'm not used to sleeping so early, but I don't think much about it, and just relax for now. Im bathed by a beautiful light as the moon and stars answer my staring, those that were my only company that night, and I ask myself why all this, whats the reason of this lack of opportunities, this headache and mainly, this lack of a person to be with me. These questions and others haunt my head, I don't understand the reason for all this, and I'm afraid the answer will make me even worse, although I think that's okay, after all, nothing makes sense, and nobody knows that I'm alone anyways, apart from the presence of the moon. I feel a slight butterflies in my stomach, followed by a lump in my throat after thinking for too long, so I decide to try to get closer, I climb down from the tree with some ease, then I approach the door and gently try to open it, failing, as I was locked. Soon after, I walk around the house looking for somewhere I could get in, and I find an open window that I assumed was a bathroom, so I climbed the house to get in there. I used my arms to reach the window, strangely those houses around seemed like quiet small, then after a few seconds of climbing, I was inside, and I gently opened the door so as not to wake anyone, then i went to the kitchen to try to find something to eat after all these days without eating, after that i heard glass breaking, and I look back. I see a terrified man, shaking and with his mouth open, the glass that broke was a glass of water, and as i saw the person's fear I triednto talk "Hello" I said, and that just made the man scared even more, and scream running upstairs, which made me look at myself. Long arms and fingers, gray skin, erratically shaped legs, and extremely long nails, then I realized why everyone avoided me, why I had no one why they turned off the lights and went to bed so early, those houses arent small, my arms are simply too big, this is why people are afraid of me,this is why they try to run away, i spent my whole life deceiving myself, but in the end there was no doubt, I am a monster."

Why i choose that music?: i thought that the kinda sad type of music would make sense for this text, plus, the protagonist of the history is a monster, and i guess that ghosts are as well, i dont know if it counts but oh well. Anyways hope yall think its a good option and that it matched. Once again, thanks for your time, and have a nice day.

[onesaltyerik]

My classes are cool as fuck yall

If you're following me for the art or the fanfiction you might not be interested in this little ramble but I've just started classes for this year and I want to put my random, unprofessional thoughts somewhere into the ether so if you're at all interested in environmental art history and art history in general, this is for you.

I'm mostly doing my classes online due to health and shit but my first lecture was pretty neat! It was an introductory to the history of Art and Environment, or basically, how we can record or have been recording the various changes in environment through art, how environmental sciences have impacted art and vice versa, and how art can be used to bring awareness to situations regarding the environment. (Barring the fact that unfortunately there's a stereotype that art and history and art history is for snooty rich kids who don't want a 'real job' or is just 'pretentious bullshit', but that stereotype only came about because unfortunately all throughout history the privileged like to keep their privileged to themselves and that includes learning and the arts which is stupid as like bruh, but what do ya expect at this point? But yeah, I really wish that stereotype didn't exist because art has been an important form of documentation of human history and YES it IS a form of Social Media as it is a media form that incorporates and involves our social interactions no matter how isolated one is when creating a piece of work.) So for instance, a very basic understanding of how Art is reflective of the natural environment is if we look at cave art, we can see creatures that no longer exist like species of bears and lions that have long gone extinct and can only be found in the fossil records now. That would be a form of art being a marker for the environmental history of that area, it shows that at one point these creatures did exist and had enough of an impact on the humans that witnessed them to want to leave evidence of them on purpose, be it for religious, cultural, record keeping, or simply just because they thought they looked neat, we don't know exactly for certain. But they did leave an impact on human history enough to be recorded.

Nowadays, the reverse is happening with humans leaving an impact on the environment around us. Stepping out of the Holocene and into the Anthropocene. Anthropocene being coined to differentiate this new era in which we can now see a clear indication of when we started significantly impacting the environment in our future fossil record, and also within our own art.

I really wish it was possible for me to share the readings on this subject online, but I do highly recommend watching documentaries from Great Art Explained and Perspective on youtube if you're at all interested in learning more about art history and having it feel more accessible.

[loseyoutoloveme]

rare first impressions review

a “first impressions” review instead of a straight up review since my opinions will def change over time

RARE:

i’ve been listening to the demo for over a year and it’s so cool to see how different it sounds w her voice

“burning toast in the toaster” is such an offbeat lyric. almost jarring in its banality, i love it

the glo up from revival to this....... going from wondering “maybe i should be more like her” in perfect to shouting “i’m not gonna beg for you, i’m not gonna let you make me cry, not getting enough from you, didn’t you know i’m hard to find?” we love a liberated queen so much

this is super fun and great but i played the shit out of the demo in 2018 which makes it feel a lil less exciting. i should have waited rip. still love it tho.

9/10

DANCE AGAIN:

“confidence is throwing your heart through every brick wall”

this is so different?????? love to see experimentation, not my fav sound she’s ever tried out i don’t think, but i do like it, v fun

“all the trauma’s in remission” (trauma or drama????? idk)

sounds very starboy inspired at times, at least abelena gave us this

“vulnerable ain’t easy, believe me, but i go there”

actually, almost a return to stars dance at moments???? in a way more mature, fully realized way... which is so cool when the whole theme of the album and its imagery seems to be looking back at your past self and celebrating yourself for overcoming so much, and also, like she said taylor told her, reclaiming the happiness that has been taken from you and letting yourself return to a happier version of yourself, the truest version of yourself that wasn’t being pulled down and abused. like stars dance was her big dance edm record and i know it’s not a celebrated work of hers lol but there is so much beauty in making a song that says “feels so good to dance again” and going back to that sound for 1 song, remembering what it’s like to feel light, to just dance.

(adding this after my second listen: WAY better with a second listen)

7.5/10

LOOK AT HER NOW:

a forever bop

we love her

“of course she was sad but now she’s glad, she dodged a bullet, took a few years to soak up the tears but look at her now watch her go”

8.5/10

LOSE YOU TO LOVE ME:

yes yes yes yes yes yes

we stan forever

“this dancing was killing me softly, i needed to hate you to love me”

absolutely the rawest, most vulnerable track in her discography, which is saying a lot

“in 2 months you replaced us like it was easy, made me think i deserved it in the thick of healing”

i think what i love so much about this era, about the things that she’s saying in interviews, about the messages she’s sharing in these lyrics so far, is like... not apologizing to her abuser, not making excuses for him, not letting his actions destroy her confidence. comparing the lyrics of revival to this, it’s so clear that there’s been such a change in mentality, such a maturing process, that revival was very much still in the midst of it all and that it’s finally over now. no “i’ll always have love for him,” no “everything happens for a reason,” no “i miss you,” no “what did i do wrong?” there is SO much strength in saying “actually, you know what i really didn’t deserve that and i do not love you anymore and losing you is the best thing that ever happened to me” and simply leaving it at that. forgiveness and love is NOT always essential to moving on!! sometimes that chronic forgiveness is just detrimental and the best thing u can do for yourself is say “FUCK YOU” and leave.

10/10

RING:

“i’m one in a billion baby, don’t you agree?”

this sounds SOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING GOOOOOOODDDDDD

nothing else to say like...... period....... 

100000/10

VULNERABLE:

“wrap your arms around my weakness”

this is not at all what i expected and is so good

saw everyone saying this is delicate’s sister and it’s so true

the strength and beauty in being completely devastated by a person and still being like... i won’t let it make me cold....... :(

9/10

PEOPLE YOU KNOW:

now this is camouflage’s sister. i love that nostalgia is at the core of so many of selena’s songs like wow she’s truly a cancer huh...... the pain of growing up and becoming a different person and knowing you need to let go of a person that you experienced so much with in such formative years but letting go of them feels like not only letting go of the good memories but letting go of the self that you were when they loved you, when things were good...... ugh

“i never know when enough is enough” hit me right in the heart

this sounds so good... incorporating the edm sound that she experimented with in the droplets but not going all the way there, just kind of letting it exist in that in between....... love

10/10

LET ME GET ME:

“me and this spiral are done, burn this camouflage i’ve been wearing for months, tryna let a little happy in for once” BEAUTIFUL

“take that tired heart and go and turn it inside out” wow.....

this is so sexy and empowering

noticing ur tendency to self-sabotage and overthink and be toxic towards urself..... when ur so used to toxicity and pain that u forget what it’s like to live without it...... but then breaking that pattern and letting urself just LIVE for a moment......

i’m still thinking about “me and this spiral are done, burn this camouflage i’ve been wearing for months” like wtfffffff 

it’s like a self-aware, realistic me & my girls lol 

i didn’t expect to like this one tbh bc it kinda faded into the background of the tracklist and i forgot it existed, but she snapped

9/10

CROWDED ROOM:

her voice sounds so cute and suits this sound so well

“yeah i was afraid but you made it safe, i guess that is our combination, said you feel lost, well so do i” SOFFFFTTTTT.... TENDERRRRRR

again, honestly didn’t expect to totally love this one but I LOVE THIS ONE!!!!!!

“the world keeps on spinning but i ain’t dizzy yet”

this 6lack feature fits well and is a great addition, his voice really suits the song

1000/10

KINDA CRAZY:

an original sg2 track we stan

“but slowly all the sugar, it went to waste” :(

say my name vibes in the chorus lyrics. love!

“you’ve been lyin just for fun, luckily no damage done” LOVE!

“now you’re treatin me like i’m insane... YOU’RE insane!” SNAPPPPPEDDDDD OMG..... YESSSS BITCHHHH

oh my god the snippet that we’ve been listening to for 3 years lol

this is...... STELLARRRRRR BITCH!!!!!

10/10

FUN:

“my kind of trouble likes your trouble too”

the sigh before the chorus!!!! 

I LOVEEEE THIS

“you get me higher than my medication” we-

this is rare’s hands to myself tbh

this chorus is so good 

9.5/10

CUT YOU OFF:

i was most excited for this one!!! based off the snippets she shared in the trailer

“gotta chop chop all the extra weight, been carrying you for fourteen hundred sixty days, gotta gotta gotta clean my slate” OOOOOOOF

“HOW COULD I CONFUSE THAT SHIT FOR LOVE” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

this chorus is EXACTLY my vibe tbh this song was made for me lmao

“i imagine all the endless places i could know with a drop drop and i’ll let you go, all the possibilities i got from head to toe, yeah they’d yeah they’d yeah they’d start to show” WHEW BITCH!!!!!!! realizing this dead fucking weight is holding you down... realizing you will be FREE you will be GOOD you will be HAPPY without him. the way that dropping him will be liberating and will open up the whole world for you!!! AHHH! LOVE YOURSELF FIRST!!!!

this guitar solo, ABSOLUTE chef’s kiss! selena GETS me!

10000000/10 YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

A SWEETER PLACE:

“red lips french kiss my worries all away” ummmmmmm *billy eichner voice* GO LESBIANS LET’S GO HERE WE GO LESBIANS HERE WE GO LESBIANS COME ON

“felt what real is like” 🥺

“I CAN’T BELIEVE I CAN BE LOUD, HOLDING HANDS WITH THE DARKNESS AND KNOWING MY HEART IS ALLOWED” THE BEST LYRIC IN HER DISCOGRAPHY THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

tbh i don’t really love the chorus except for the “oo-oo-oo-oo” part at the end but it works with the song and is something i’ll love with time

kid cudi’s verse really adds to the song, i’m glad the features are used to add to the song rather than just being thrown in out of nowhere

8.5/10

[venjamin-kingdomhearts]

sorry yall i have ven brainworms again i don't know where else to put this but the thought won't leave my mind. considering how little khux ventus was so easily swayed by darkness-disgused-as-ava and got stuck with a monkey paw's wish sorta deal, there is not a doubt in my mind that ventus wouldn't go "hey, maybe i should give this dr. facilier guy a chance!" if he was in new orleans He, Xion and Roxas are searching for clues of Sora’s whereabouts. They wind up on a new World, order a bunch of beignets, and somewhere along the line Ventus kinda wanders off. He’s the oldest of the three, after all, so he can look after himself, right? And yeah, he’s not so innocent and naive as people think, not some little kid... but maybe when he’s exploring a new World with stars in his eyes and a skip in his step, he’s a little more susceptible to, well. Maybe being a tiny, itsy-bitsy-little bit of an idiot. Ventus isn’t gonna judge a book by its cover, so when he’s invited to Dr. Facilier’s little corner of the street, he figures, “hey, why not give this a shot? Maybe I can ask for help finding Sora.” Course, the more and more he sees of Facilier’s Emporium, the more he realizes “oh, this was not a good idea.” A song and dance number later, we cut to Roxas and Xion arriving back at the restaurant the three decided was their “meeting place”. Ven’s there, white as a ghost, shoving beignets in his mouth. He’s a stress eater, Roxas and Xion have caught on to this. They exchange a worried glance and join him at the back of the cafe, as far from any windows as Ventus could get. Suspicious. Roxas sighs (he sounds annoyed, but deep down, Xion can tell he’s worried) and looks Ventus over. It’s quiet for a sec, and maybe Ventus looks relieved, but things come crashing down as soon as Roxas speaks. “. . .Where is it.” Roxas asks. Ventus kinda just freezes, but his face already reads “he’s noticed”. He finishes chewing and swallows harshly, letting out a bashful sound. Not an answer. “Ventus. Where’s your shadow?” Even sitting in the shadiest spot he could find wasn’t enough to hide that Ventus’ shadow is gone. There’s enough light to see that it’s just not there anymore. And it’s an odd thing, too, to notice Ven’s nose doesn’t cast a shadow on his face, that the wall behind him doesn’t have a faint, familiar silhouette. And now Ventus is sinking down, face falling into his hands.  “I made a huge mistake.” They talk it out. How Ventus tried to ask for advice on where to find Sora, how the self proclaimed “shadow man” asked if that was really what Ventus’ heart desired. And of course it was, but Ventus just had to be a touch selfish and ask if Dr. Facilier could help unlock some memories from Ventus’ past-- “I thought it would help,” Ventus explains. “I-I just... I dunno, I figured maybe there was something I was forgetting! But in the end, I didn’t remember anything.” --how Ventus shook the man’s hand, and was left without a shadow. “There was... something about “uniting me with someone from my past”, and then-- whoosh. The lights went out, I woke up outside, and something felt wrong. He did something with my shadow, and-- agh, I really messed this up...” “We’ll figure something out,” Xion reassures. She grabs Ventus’ hand, rubbing her thumb against his palm. “. . . but for now, maybe you shouldn’t be left without supervision. . . .” Roxas snorts a laugh. “Yeah, right. Don’t want you running off and loosing something else.” “Aww, cut it out, you two!” Ventus moans (but he’s looking a little better. Being teased isn’t so bad, when he knows Xion and Roxas aren’t mad). “Great, I’ll never live this down.” Ventus won’t, obviously. Not just because it was a dumb mistake, so bizarre it can’t be topped. No, Ventus won’t live this down because the tiny wisps of Darkness at his feet, the fleeting shadow that only appears when Ventus drifts to sleep. Because Ventus’ shadow is not gone: Vanitas is just waiting. 

[marionwritesstuff]

Special Place Pt2 - Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

part 1

where we left off on part 1:

"Do you need a ride somewhere?"

"Yes that'd be great, St. David's North Hospital please, my brother's there." You started towards the car, and Daniel once again opened the door for you.

"We'll be there in 15," he said with confidence.

--

We raced through the streets of Austin, Daniel sensing my urgency. During the ride, you couldn't focus on anything. You leaned your head next to the window, looking up at the buildings as you thought of your brother, Josh, whatever happened to him, and how worried you were.

Josh had been your best friend from day 1. Your big brother, #1 supporter, and closest confidant, Josh wasn't like the other brothers who ignored their little sisters. When you were studying for your EMT certification tests, Josh would stay up with you all night, running through flashcards full of complicated medical jargon. You baked cookies together, went on hikes, and had the best of fun.

And now, you were in a supercar with a famous F1 driver, and all you could think about was your brother and if he was okay.

In 15 minutes, just like Daniel said, we sped into the hospital parking lot. Without hesitation or words, you raced out out of the car, Daniel following right behind you.

"Hi, I'm looking for Josh l/n? He was admitted into the ER a few hours ago and they're about to take him up for surgery," I stated urgently.

The nurse at the desk typed away at her computer and eventually replied, "They just started his surgery, I believe the family's in the waiting room right now," pointing towards the small glassed room in the corner.

I ran over, hearing Daniel say "Thank you" to the nurse behind me, and embraced Aunt Kelly.

"What happened?" you asked with grave despair.

Aunt Kelly sat down, gesturing at you to do so as well. "He was driving, to where I don't know, when a semi truck ran a red and hit him straight on." You took in her words, barely being able to breathe while Daniel stood next to the doorway, not wanting to intrude in your family's space. "I only saw him right before they whisked him away to a trauma room, but y/n, it's bad. It's bad..." she whimpered before crying.

Your own tears began to well up in your eyes, but you knew your family needed strength. You put a hand on your Aunt's back, assuring her that Josh was strong and that he was going to be okay, even if you didn't believe it yourself.

After going around, speaking to all of your family and getting the information, you realized you had left your... Daniel alone. You looked back to see him outside of the waiting room, sitting on a chair reading some random tabloid.

"Thank you for driving me here, seriously. I can't thank you enough," you said sincerely, looking down at the floor to hide your red, tear-filled eyes.

"Of course," Daniel said, getting up, "how's your brother doing?"

You slowly looked up, wanting to give Daniel the respect of eye contact but afraid of what you looked like. "He's in surgery, we haven't gotten updates yet, but it looks bad. He was hit by a fucking semi truck," you exclaimed, falling into the chair with your head in your hands.

"I just-" you started, as your tears and sadness finally caught up to you. "He's always, always been there for me and I can't bear the thought of losing him." This time, you didn't hold back and let yourself go.

Daniel sat next to you, instinctively holding you, embracing you in his safety. "Shhh," he whispered into your hair, "it's going to be okay."

"And how do you know that?" you asked while sniffling in his chest, your voice reeking of desperation for your brother's well being.

"I don't," he admitted solemnly, "but I know that with you and your family and this loving support system he seems to have, whatever happens, it'll be okay."

For some reason, his words, although real and painful, were exactly what I needed. I looked up at his brown eyes, tears trailing down my face, and said, "Thank you," going straight back into his warm embrace.

a/n: okay yall i know this is SUPERR short but idk where to go from here! please drop any ideas in the comments :)

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