#// also if possible please reblog for visibility!!

[goldenrdkin]

I've been having some weird phantom shifts, mostly with longer posable ears, even though none of my 'types have similar ears.

Then I got to thinking - these are shaped a lot like Jinx's ears (my co-host)! So I'm wondering if I'm, somehow, feeling phantom shifts from other headmates.

Is this even possible? Or are these just weirdly coincidental cameo shifts?

Soo... I'm curious, and I'm gonna do a poll (also because I like polls)

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[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 39

part 1 | part 38 | ao3

Eight hours, four pizzas, and one — yes, one, Henderson, Jesus — job-well-done beer each later, Steve waves the kids out the door and promptly collapses facedown on his shiny new vinyl flooring.

"God," he groans, rolling his forehead on the floor.

Eddie's not much better off. He's slumped against the front door, bracing his weight with one hand, head hung low between his shoulders. His hair's all frizzed out with sweat, and Steve can hear his soft panting over the hum of the radio. "Yeah," he says in breathless agreement. "Fatherhood is exhausting."

Steve snorts a quiet laugh. "Welcome to the babysitters club."

"Not even getting paid for this shit," Eddie complains, but Steve can see the smile tugging at his mouth when he steps over him. "I'm gonna grab a shower. That okay?"

"Go ahead," Steve mumbles, eyelids heavy as he waves Eddie down the hall. "Towels are in the closet. Borrow whatever you want."

His limbs feel like lead. Shoulders throbbing; headache worse. He's also... maybe, possibly having some major regrets about moving all the couches out onto the front lawn along with the rolled-up carpet earlier (a fact he'd sooner eat his own shirt than admit to Eddie, because Eddie warned him not to do it; told him he was going to be too tired after installing the floors to bring them all back inside, and Steve had shrugged him off at the time because Steve's an overconfident dipshit.) Anyway, he's pretty sure the spasm in his spine is price enough to pay for not listening. He's not about to put up with Eddie's gloating, too.

Eddie pauses in the hallway, rings tapping against the wall, smug little bastard look on his face. "You doin' okay down there, champ?"

It's a serious effort to raise his arm to flip him the bird, but Steve manages.

—

"Hey, sunshine."

Eddie's voice is gentle as Steve blinks himself awake, neck cracking horribly, little puddle of drool under his chin. He's not sure when he drifted off. The last thing he remembers is nuzzling his cheek against the floor, feeling the weirdly papery material slide against his stubble; thinking about how it was cheap and it was tacky but it was new and it was his. How it felt like as good of a fresh start as anyone in Forrest Hills was going to get.

"How long was I out for?" he groans, rolling onto his back to stretch out his stiff limbs.

Long enough, apparently. Eddie got a whole pillow fort situation sorted out while Steve was snoozing — dragged all the pillows and blankets off Steve's bed and arranged them in a pile in the middle of the empty room, pulled a side table and lamp over from the corner, gathered up the radio and the last box of leftover pizza and his black lunchbox and a couple of beers to share.

He's also freshly showered and wearing Steve's pajamas. Looks clean and warm and soft; borrowed Hawkins High green sweats, a thin, white undershirt, the shoulders damp where his hair hangs in pretty wet waves.

Steve is so, so normal about the picture Eddie paints.

So normal.

Not at all popping a boner over a guy in ratty loungewear.

Steve crosses his legs — subtly, left ankle to right knee, but Eddie gives him a knowing smirk over the lip of his beer bottle anyway.

"Shut up," Steve blushes.

"Did I speak?" Eddie asks.

—

part 40

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[ivy-loves-chocolate]

𝙸𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ This is a little draft that I've been working on for a while. I'm so sorry for the low activity. I didn't feel good because of uni. I'm in my last year of university, and it's draining me mentally lol. Anyway, I'll try to post often from now on. I hope you like this! Reblogs and comments are very appreciated!

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dom

definitely has a choking and a size kink.

Is into BDSM. Has a red room, which he shares with you.

He loves when you are needy for his touch or for his cock. He likes to tease you before giving you what you want.

Office sex is on a daily basis since he is busy all the time and barely home. He’ll hold your ass up while he slams inside you repeatedly, filling you over and over until you feel like exploding.

He also has a breeding kink. For him, you’re a superior human being just like him, and he intends to continue his bloodline with a worthy partner like you.

Speaking of which, he is very open about his kinks and expects the same from you.

He loves when you're under him, all needy and whiny, with tears falling down your cheeks as you scream his name and beg for more.

He can be rough, but only if you want him to be. He is aware of his strength and doesn’t want to hurt you.

He likes to see your pretty face and the many grimaces you make as he pleasures you.

He loves to see your eyes rolling and your mouth wide open.

Something tells me he is a sub.

has a size kink and a phone sex one (because he is gone on missions for months, and when he misses you, he just calls you for that naughty time).

likes it when you talk dirty to him.

He is also into roleplay.

This guy tried to be dom for once and ended up using the safe word for himself because he was afraid of hurting you.

He is not into very kinky stuff, but he won't say no if you want to try something bold. Just give him a heads-up.

loves to please his mistress. He doesn't mind if you mark or scratch him.

loves to be called "captain."

Likes to go down on you. There’s something that turns him on whenever you moan his name or when your fingers are tangled between his hairs.

He loves when you come all over his face and smear his beard and chin with your juice.

switch

It depends on his mood,e honest. tbh

Likes the doctor/patient roleplay and has no shame in using the labs from his work.

You two definately fucked after getting rid of the las plagas. It's ironic that you moan on the very same chair you used to scream in pain.

He loves to have you on top, regardless of whether he’s a dom or a sub.

You keep tracing the scar on his chest with your fingers whenever you see it because you think it looks very sexy on him. It also turns you on.

He loves to give oral sex. He'll bury his face between your legs every time he gets the chance. He’ll eat you out on every surface possible and in every pose. Desk, operator table, bed, kitchen counter, everywhere

He loves when you order him around.

"Does my pretty mistress require my services?"

You can't work together because you'll end up fucking.

It's the pretty boyfriend that spits in your mouth.

Very possesive. If he sees someone flirting with you, he'll make sure to remind you to whom you belong.

dom

This man has no shame when it comes to marking you. He’ll leave hickeys in visible spots (neck, shoulder) and in hidden ones (waist, thigh, and ass, which is his favorite spot to mark).

Has a roleplay kink too. His favorite scenarios are either government agent/rescued civilian or government agent/secret spy (for obvious reasons).

You’re definitely fucking in his office from the White House. You’ve been bent over that desk more than over your own bed.

Likes to go deep, so deep that it hits your cervix.

While you’re bent over, he’ll pull you by your hair and bring you closer to his face. He’ll whisper dirty things to you, which will only turn you on more.

Leon loves when you blow on him, and moreover, he loves the sight of his cock slowly disappearing into your mouth. You’ll pull some sinful moans and whimpers out of him.

Likes to be called "Mister Kennedy."

Has a hair-pulling kink.

If not bent over his desk, he likes to have you on top of him. He’ll praise you for the beautiful work you’re doing. With hands on your thighs, he’ll guide your body as you ride him.

Switch

He has a punny mouth, and you'll have to punish him a lot. He doesn't mind, though, and sometimes he does it on purpose.

He'll have you sitting on his face for breakfast, dinner, and lunch.

He is extremely possessive, so when you come home, he'll make sure to remind you that you belong to him and him only.

Has moments when he talks very dirty and moments when you are his "princess."

"Oh, look at you, such a slut for my cock. You want Daddy inside you that bad, huh?"/ "Oh princess, you don't have to beg; I'm right here for your needs."

He will definitely slap your ass and will be very satisfied to see a red mark in the shape of his hand appear on your flesh.

It fucks you deep, so deep that your body goes numb and your toes curl.

He loves when you use him for your own pleasure.

Loves to make a mess, especially over your chest.

Is into roleplay

Can be very sweet, and aftercare is a must. He'll wash up the mess he made and massage your sore body.

dom

Has a knife and a size kink

Will pull out his knife and run the blade across your body. You’ll feel the cold blade running from your neck, between your breasts, or on your inner thighs. He’ll chuckle deviously while you squirm under his touch.

Likes to fuck you with his fingers. He loves to see how his fingers slowly disappear into your tight cunt. They’re thick, and you can barely take two of them.

He is a strong guy, and he enjoys pinning you down and pushing that cock inside you. Wall sex is among his favorites.

has a major praise kink. The slightest praise will get him over the edge, and he'll start thrusting like an animal inside you. He'll also become very vocal and demand that you keep praising him.

He loves when you struggle to take him.

He isn't that much into bondaje, but he won't say no if you ask him nicely.

He'll bite you and won't care if he marks you. He knows that you enjoy it, though.

"Just look how this little cunt of yours clench around me whenever I bite you. How interesting..."

dom

Will use his metal-bending powers in bed to make handcuffs or bend the metal frame to hold your hands.

Has a bondage kink, obviously. Likes to tie you up and show how helpless you are in his touch.

He also loves to tease you until you beg him with tears in your eyes to let you orgasm.

He loves when you get so desperate for his attention that you basically beg him to fuck you.

He loves when you climb on his lap while he works and then start to rub your cunt over his bulge.

"You'll have to work harder for that kitten."

Oh, this bitch

He loves when you give him a hug while he is at the desk. He'll occasionally stop his work to grab your hair and buckle his hips to fuck your pretty mouth.

He can be sweet, although that happens very rarely.

He loves when you make yourself pretty for him; he goes feral when he sees you in lingerie.

sub

He loves when you’re in control of him and tell him what to do.

When you give attention to his neck, he turns into a needy, whimpering mess.

Doesn’t mind if you mark him.

He plays it tough at first, but all that tough guy act disappears when you take him in your mouth.

Likes to be spanked and cuffed.

He loves when you mark him because he wants people to see that he belongs to you.

He can't get enough of your touch; he is addicted.

He can get clingy at times, but you don't mind. He is like a little puppy.

Definitely walked him with a leash around the house at some point.

Loves to give you oral. You'll find him crawling between your legs while you do your tasks, and he won't leave until you orgasm.

He loves when you pull his hair, and you'll hear or feel him moaning the harder you pull.

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[striveattemptfail]

in prime earth canon, jason todd (NOT red hood) was* publicly known to be alive

red hood: outlaw (2018) #32 (ID in alt text)

considering that jason todd was the official owner of the iceberg lounge during this time, it's likely he acquired the lounge legally and thus can be inferred that he had to be declared legally alive to do so

which brings me to my point:

i've seen a lot of people writing/speculating the difficulties and limitations jason experiences bc he was declared legally dead after ethiopia, which is all well and good, and is fantastic fodder for angst

but i've been wondering if this was bc people are actively ignoring canon (valid) or simply didn't know that at one point* jason was publicly alive (also valid, bc following comics is a shitshow lol)

please reblog to increase visibility! the whole point of this poll is to gauge how many people know this, so i'd love to see this post reach as many people as possible. thank you~! 😅🙏

(* big disclaimer under the cut!)

note: all of this info is as of may 2023. i am only one human so it's impossible for me to read every comic jason has been in since rhato (2016) and remember every single thing that happened. if anything i said above the cut is incorrect now, i apologize! /o\

for reference, as of creating this poll i've read:

red hood and the outlaws (2016) #1-26

red hood: outlaw (2018) #27-52

task force z (2021) #1-12

batman: urban legends (2021) #1-6 – cheer pt.1-6

the joker: the man who stopped laughing (2022) #3-5

i haven't read a lot of other important runs like death metal (2020), three jokers (2020), robins (2021), etc. if jason (NOT red hood) was declared dead once again in any of those, that is the reason why i used "was" in the very first sentence of this post and reiterate that he was alive at least for a limited period

my bad that i missed his second legal death tho LOLLL

i'm also aware that red hood (NOT jason) was known as "dead" by others after task force z (even though he clearly didn't die). that said, in the little i've read of tj:tmwsl, it seems that 1) not everyone knows red hood is actually alive, and/or that 2) red hood died at all. again, if red hood is generally known to be alive after tfz, that's on me

if there's anything else i've missed, let me know!! i'll update/reblog this post for as long as the poll is up (-u-)b

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[navybrat817]

Navy! Where is my man? 😭

https://www.tumblr.com/navybrat817/726032643125379072?source=share

He's in bed, nonnie. 😂❤️

Heaven on Earth

Pairing: Ranch Hand!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky has work to do, but doesn't want either of you to get out of bed just yet.

Word Count: Over 1.2k

Warnings: Fluff, slight feels (it's me), implied smut, ranch hand!Bucky (he’s a warning, okay?) and he's in love.

A/N: Buckaroo loves Sunbeam, okay? ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own! Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics . Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

One of Bucky's favorite things about your home is the smell. It was in the heavenly scent of your cooking that filled the kitchen, the meals you poured your heart into to make sure he was well-fed. It was also in the fresh flowers you put on the table, the colors as vibrant and bright as your smile. Though nothing beat the distinct and wonderful smell of you.

His heart always beat a little faster when he nosed the column of your neck and caught a whiff of your sweet perfume. The way your scent lingered in the air when he had his fill of you nearly drove him out of his mind. He sometimes found himself inhaling your soap in the shower just for another reminder of you, even though you were usually only a few feet away. Needing you close was as natural to him as breathing.

So when you sat up early one morning before him and tried to slip out of bed, his hand shot out to stop you.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

His voice came out lower and a bit more dangerous than he intended, a tone typically reserved for when you acted like a brat. It was no secret that he loved that side of you. He adored every layer of yourself you showed him, but you hadn't done a thing to earn the slight snarl from him. Which was why he couldn't help but sheepishly smile when you attempted to level him with an unimpressed stare, easily visible since he turned the nightstand lamp on.

"I was going to make you coffee and some breakfast. Thought you could use it before you started work," you said, your voice still rough from sleep and still beautiful as you jabbed a finger against his chest. "But if you're going to act ungrateful, I'll sleep in and you can take that favorite mug of yours and shove it right up your-"

"Easy, Sunbeam," he chuckled, brushing his lips against your forehead as an apology. "Not complaining and I didn't mean to sound ungrateful."

"Then why did you use that tone with me?" you asked, narrowing your eyes as you pulled away. "You wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"

He thought about it and nodded. "Guess you could say that. Only because you tried to get out of bed before me and you know I don't like waking up alone."

For reasons still unknown to him, you wanted him. You wanted to make a life with him. And since the first time he had you in his bed, he found that he couldn't sleep as easily unless you were there. The bed didn't feel as warm when he was alone. It was too big with just him in it. You fit right there beside him.

Your gaze softened as you laid back down and opened your arms for him to cuddle. He took the invitation without question, resting his head on your chest. He closed his eyes as he listened to the sound of your heart, the smell of your soap drifting to his nostrils. If he stayed too long he'd fall behind on his chores, but he wasn't ready to leave your embrace quite yet.

How can I go out and face the world when my world is right here?

"Can I tell you something?" you asked, carding your fingers through his hair as he moaned.

"Tell me," he whispered, enthralled by your touch.

"I don't like waking up alone either," you whispered back.

Bucky hummed sympathetically. With his work, he was usually up and out of bed before you. He hated disturbing your slumber, wanting you to get as much rest as possible. He always placed a kiss on your forehead and whispered how much he loved you before he went to it. You were the one who made the hard work worth it when some of the days felt too long.

"Maybe we should get out of bed at the same time then."

"Or not get out of bed at all," you teased.

Tilting his head up to look up at you, his stomach flipped when he caught your soft smile. It was enough to make his heart swell, like he was watching his own personal sunrise. He quickly grew accustomed to the warm glow in his chest whenever you were around. Did you have any idea how easy it was for him to fall head over heels in love with you?

"What's that look for?"

"No reason. Just love you," he said, his voice thick as he brought a hand to your cheek, which you instantly leaned into. "I know I say that a lot, but I don't want you to forget it."

While Bucky would never be able to give you a mansion or gold, he had the heart of a rich man. He could provide a loving home built with trust and care. His calloused hands would forever trace and hold you with love, protection, and care.

I'm the richest man alive because I have you.

"I love you, too, Buckaroo. I won't forget," you promised, urging him to sit up before your mouth met his, uncaring of morning breath or anything else. "Now, may I please go make your coffee and some breakfast? It's getting late and I won't be to blame for you falling behind."

"Hey, you're the one who opened your arms for me to cuddle again and suggested that we don't get out of bed," he pointed out, smirking when he trailed his fingers down your torso. "But you have a hearty breakfast for me right here that you don't have to cook. Just spread those legs and I can eat just fine. Let me get my slice of heaven before I get to work. Don't I deserve that?"

"It's not a hearty breakfast," you smiled, biting your lip when his hand slipped under the blanket. He wasn't playing fair, but if it kept you beside him a bit longer, he'd play dirty. "And it isn't heaven."

"Yeah, it is. Tastes like heaven. Feels like it. Hell, it even smells like it," he husked, feeling you shiver when he brought his mouth to your neck. "Made for me to worship, like every single inch of you."

"Better eat up then and don't you dare edge me," you said, tilting your head as he skimmed his teeth along your pulse. "Or I'll burn your eggs. So help me."

"I'll make it good for you," he promised, diving under the blankets as you laughed. "Oh, darlin', how can you ever deny that you hold the key to my personal heaven and sunrise?"

"Maybe because I think heaven is between your legs," you said, parting your thighs to make room for his massive shoulders, his nose brushing along your slit through your panties. The whimper you let out made him smirk. "It's also in your smile and the way you love me."

Bucky poked his head out from between the comforter to gaze at you. "I guess we can consider this heaven on earth then. Now let me eat before I get to work."

Heaven is where you are, Sunbeam. And I can't wait to make you my wife.

Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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[niki-phoria]

RULER OF MY HEART / YOU ARE FOREVER BEAUTIFUL

pairing: kamo choso x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 457

notes: possibly ooc choso, not proofread, i've been consuming so much angst lately lmao this was written purely to make me feel better, title from VIVINOS - ruler of my heart

CHOSO is gorgeous. in the glow of the afternoon sun, his dark eyes remain trained on your tv screen, taking in the vibrant colours flashing across the screen at all times. you smile softly when he turns so his gaze meets your own. 

“you’re staring,” he says.

“you’re handsome,” you smile, chuckling quietly when choso looks away. the tips of his ears burn a bright red, just barely visible from behind his bangs. “can i play with your hair?”

choso furrows his eyebrows as he glances over at you once again. he cocks his head in utter confusion, trying to make sense of your words. “can you do what?” 

“play with your hair.” you shift a little closer to him, reaching up to push a stray strand from his bangs back behind his ear. “i just want to run my hands through it. i’ll stop if you don’t like it.”

“alright,” he nods. choso’s face flushes; a deep blush spreads up his neck and across his cheeks. “you can do whatever you want.”

settling himself in front of you, choso remains still as you carefully undo the ties holding his hair in place. the strands maintain a slight curl and are slightly crimped from hours of being tied in two buns. he tenses when you reach up, slowly beginning to run your fingers through the strands. 

choso’s hair is surprisingly soft and thick. the ends just barely reach his shoulders when not trapped in the confines of two buns. you smile when he begins to relax, unconsciously leaning into your touch. he allows his eyes to flutter shut, completely losing himself in the comforting feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

it’s an foreign feeling for choso - comfort. his fate had been decided for him as soon as the existence of a half-curse was confirmed. and yet, he had found himself relaxing in your small apartment, basking in the afternoon sun with his lover. being loved feels like the heat of a fire on a cold night - once it’s there, pulling away makes the sting hurt twice as much. 

the complexities of human relationships were strange to choso. he still didn’t quite understand the reason why he enjoyed when you would wrap your hand around his own or when you pressed kisses to his cheeks - just that it made him feel good. 

and, for a still unknown reason, your nails gently scratching against choso’s scalp also felt good. 

choso opens his eyes as soon as he feels your hands slip out of his hair. “please keep going,” he mumbles, guiding your hand back towards his head. “it feels nice.”

you softly chuckle beneath your breath, carefully entangling your fingers around the strands once again. “okay, love.”

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[lipringlrh]

small rooms and crowded spaces | DR3

summary: you don't do well in crowded rooms or rooms full of people but daniel is always there to make you feel better.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x genderneutral!reader

an: my first daniel fic so please let me know how you find it!!! also pretend i posted this half an hour earlier on his actual birthday

word count: 1.1k

warnings: anxiety, crowded spaces + people.

feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

…

You hated crowded spaces: small rooms with far too many people, hotel lobbies during checkout time, and lifts with more than your own family. But most of all, you hated parties; they were an overcrowded dump, full to the brim with drunk idiots who really didn't care that they had just pushed you into a wall.

You never went on your own accord, and rarely anyone else's, but tonight was different. You were told it would be a small get-together with only a few drivers, past and present, and the odd mechanic or engineer. What you didn't expect was a massive party with people showing up even though they didn't know the host. Daniel had promised you it would be small and you would leave with him the second you wanted to, but it was impossible to find him through the groups of people. And even if you did, you'd feel too guilty to ask him to leave after knowing he was so glad to be out again.

Little did you know, Daniel was looking for you too. The whole night, he hadn't taken he eyes off of you. He either hadn't left your side or knew where you were at precisely any moment. It'd take one little slip up to lose you, which he wasn't planning on doing but when everything got too loud and he was pulled into a conversation where he had to focus his all on trying to hear, he lost you.

He was still meant to be engrossed in conversation with the same man, but he wanted to look for you. It was harder than imagined though as every time he tried to leave or just stop the conversation, the man would carry on, obviously ignoring the worried state of your boyfriend.

Daniel didn't give up though, his head was flicking rapidly back and forth trying to catch any glimpse of you. He was ignoring the man desperately trying to talk to him, only replying with short hums, ignoring every adequate reply.

He spotted you eventually, squashed into a wall. You were pushing yourself into it as far as you could go, searching around frantically for your boyfriend. You hadn't noticed him yet but he just wished you would, hoping it would calm you little until he managed to reach you.

He didn't know which way to go - every possible direction was cut off by groups of people. He decided he didn't care and just pushed passed everyone, occasionally dropping a "thank you" to the people who moved with ease.

You noticed him heading towards you, through the people and he could see you visibly relax. You kept your eyes trained on him, using him as a comfort, as he made his way over.

He could tell you were scared, anyone a mile away could, and he wished nothing more that the evening hadn't gone the way it did and that you had spent every moment within reach.

He reached you in due time, immediately placing his hands on your upper arms, rubbing up and down, whilst checking your face and body to make sure you were physically fine.

"I'm so sorry, baby. Are you okay? What can I do?"

You stared up at him, before flicking your eyes back around the room. You felt too constricted to speak or move at all. Daniel understood; he knew you and your emotions more than anyone else along with your responses to them.

"Okay, lets get you out of here. I'm going to put my arm around you and were going to head out the back exit, that okay?" You just nodded - you felt that was all you could do. Daniel knew what you meant and knew all the words you wished you could've said.

He manoeuvred you in and out of groups, making sure no one elbowed you or pushed you. It wasn't a long way to get out but every step felt like it was further away and so much harder to do. Daniel noticed but there was nothing he could do if he stopped, it'd only make you more overwhelmed, so he focused on getting you out.

He did it well - even whilst incredibly overwhelmed and uncomfortable, he made you feel safe and secure.

Once he got you out, he led you immediately to his car but instead of getting in the front, he sat you both in the back so he could hold you.

"Where'd your drink go? Where'd lily go?" He questioned, moving his hand to your cheek, lifting your face up so he could look at you more.

Your eyes were red and puffy and we're welling up again as you tried to speak. "I don't know. One minute she was there and then I-"

It felt too hard to speak - Daniel understood though. He knew where your sentence was heading so there was no need in finishing it anyway. He dragged you into a tight hug again, letting you head rest on his chest and his head rest on top of yours.

The car was silent for a while except from your light cries and the odd whisper of assurance from Daniel. He felt guilty for leaving your side and not making sure you were alright but he understood that that wasn't important now, what's important was making sure you're alright.

"Can we go home please?"

"Are you sure you're ready? I don't mind staying here for a little." His hand was running through your hair carefully, trying to detangle any little knots but also making sure not to hurt you.

"Yeah, can we cuddle at home though?" you smiled, looking up at him. He broke out into his world-famous smile instantly, making it hard not to stare at his lips.

"Absolutely." he grinned, there was no way he was missing out on that and there was no way you'd let him.

He held your hand almost the whole drive home or at least made sure one part of him was touching you constantly, knowing that it'd keep you calm. You couldn't help but smile at him the whole time: he took pride in looking after you - he did it so well, how could he not - and it made you so endlessly grateful for him.

"I love you," you spoke, not taking your eyes off of him as he pulled into your driveway.

He parked up before he responded so he could look at you. He knew you had been staring at him the whole time and was quite jealous that he had to focus on the road rather than you. He knew it'd be okay in the end though: you'd fall asleep on his chest whilst his fingers were tangled in your hair, and he'd spend time staring at you - his favourite thing. He didn't care if he'd be tired in the morning, he didn't care if he'd done it a million times, because every day he thought he reached the limit on how much a person can love somebody else but the next day he breaks it every time.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

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[verycharismaticdragon]

Okay, I promised a writeup of Luo Binghe voter fraud meme, and as Luo Binghe is currently in the finals of the poll this happened on, I figure now's a good time.

So! It all started when Luo Binghe, our beloved half-demon child, was submitted to @/hybrid-battle tournament - or rather, as it was called at the time, @half-being-battle. He won his first poll easily enough, but round 2 was a close battle where he and his opponent, Shantae from eponymous game, took the lead from one another a few times.

In the last ~12 hours, Binghe was losing slightly after a popular blog rb'd the poll with a call to vote for Shantae. However, SVSSS fandom caught this in time and passed the poll around some more. The poll ended with Luo Binghe winning with 51% of votes - or, as simple calculation will reveal, 14 votes lead.

We breathed out a collective sigh of relief, but too soon - as half a day later, someone sent this ask:

(x)

Initially the pollrunner wasn't intending to do anything about it, but then someone suggested a teamup option, and the poll for the option was made (x). It was rb'd by some SVSSS fans with the general sentiment of 'free our boy he did nothing wrong', but didn't gain real traction until:

@gaywarcriminals reblogged it with a small rant in Binghe's defense

@piosplayhouse rb'd said rant with addition of the image from vol.3 cover, of Shen Qingqiu holding Luo Binghe's hand, edited to look like SQQ is the one saying the text above.

This version of the post was circulated in fandom overnight, leading to 'Luo Binghe moves on alone' option winning by a large margin - and, ofc, to the birth of "Luo Binghe voter fraud" meme.

Though aside from this particular post being funny, there was another factor contributing to the meme catching on: how damn in-character it all was. The following sentiments were all repeated more than once in the post's notes:

Luo Binghe getting accused of crimes he didn't commit? Omg just like in canon!

Shen Yuan would absolutely buy bots to get his most beloved blorbo to win an internet poll.

It's just Luo Binghe's protagonist halo!

All of which made the situation fucking hilarious.

Then, the next day, tumblr user verycharismaticdragon (whoever they might be 😉) made some fanart about it, which possibly aided the spread of the meme too.

Also, SVSSS fandom surprised the mod with our chillness 😅

(x)

Since then, Binghe has been going strong in that poll - and now, he's in the finals! So make sure to vote for him; as we all know now, the real voter fraud is the friends we made along the way. And I do recommend checking Luo Binghe's tag on the poll for some fun propaganda we've been making, including a family tree by Pio and some more art by yours truly <3

But wait! There was also another layer to the voter fraud iceberg. The tl;dr:

At about the same time Luo Binghe vs Shantae ended, Hua Cheng was losing in round 1 of @/the-ghost-bracket, with something like 39% of votes to his name. In a desperate move, I linked his poll under my bingqiu voter fraud art, which gave him a boost to get close to a tie, but didnt flip the poll. The next day, I was explaining the LBH voter fraud meme to my friends, and mentioned Hua Cheng's poll too - which was when inspiration struck me, resulting in...

this post. [ID: art of Xie Lian with a wooden board which reads "Puqi shrine accepting donations in the form of votes for Hua Cheng in the ghost bracket", captioned "please help dianxia, he doesn't have the money for voter fraud"] Which gave the poll enough visibility for Hua Cheng to win with over 62% of votes in the end. (The link in the post is currently changed to round 2 poll, which HC was also initially losing. Srsly besties we gotta follow the tourneys to get our babygirls to win!)

So: LBH voter fraud meme had even helped little bro Huahua out.

And thats about it! Since then, the scum villain fandom has been joking about voter fraud on all of our polls 😂

(Aaaand the last reminder to vote Bingbing in the finals. His opponent has been gaining lately and I think we shouldn't leave it to the protagonist halo this time.)

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[taylortots-world]

Come A Little Closer

Summary: You and Dean spent hours in bed. Not for the reason you may think. Research. Open books and scattered papers. You can visibly see how exhausted Dean is. So, you decide to give him a hand.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni!, smut, handjob,

A/N: Enjoy! Reblogs and likes mean the world to me :) Feel free to leave me requests! I know this isn't my best work </3 I'm also currently working on part two of "On The Clock."

12:43AM. Dean and I have been at this for six hours. Research for a single case. I was sitting against the headboard, laptop resting on my blanket covered thighs. Dean was originally resting against the headboard, now he's fully laid down with an open book resting against his chest.

I glanced down at him, grinning. "Are you just going to lay there?" He rolled his head to the side, looking at me with a tired green stare. “Yes in fact I am. We’ve been at this for hours, I think I’ve fried my brain.” He groaned, tossing his book to the foot of the bed. I softly laughed and tossed my own book aside, still looking down at him. “Just try and relax. We’ll call it a night and pick it up in the morning.” I slightly shifted under the blankets, attempting to adjust my partially numb legs.

Dean slightly shifted, planting his hand on my thigh. My eyes flicked to his hand. Watching as he slowly rubbed up and down my thigh. I turned to look at him again, just to find him already staring at me. Those tired green eyes quickly turned into fuck me eyes. “What?” I asked with a slight smirk. “You know what. C’mon.” He slightly tilted his head down, his gaze still piercing my soul.

“Two can play that game Winchester.” My smirk remained wide and devious as my left hand found his thigh, slowly inching more and more towards his crotch. I lowered my face to his, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. His natural musk filling my senses. “Just relax.” I whispered, our faces still inches apart. His hot breath fanning against the crook of my neck, sending a series of shivers and goosebumps down my body.

Without breaking eye contact, my hand slowly slid past the waistband of his plaid pajama pants. His breathing slightly hitched as I began to palm his cock through his boxers, feeling him grow under my touch. "You're such a fucking tease." He groaned, letting his head hit the pillow. Dean was right, I am a fucking tease.

When we first started dating, I never intentionally teased him. I just slowly began to pick up on the little things I did, that drove him crazy. Wearing oversized shirts with only a thong underneath. The way my cleavage pops when I'm doing research at one of the library tables.

"Y/N- please." He begged. Oh god, he was begging. My core beginning to clench around nothing. My eyes met his, before flicking back down to his growing erection. I could feel my panties getting damper with every touch and twitch of his cock. He lifted his ass off the bed as he helped me slide his bottoms down to his ankles. His rock hard cock now on display, glistening with precum.

I slightly shifted my legs, squeezing them tightly together in an attempt to create any sort of friction. I could've sworn Dean's eyes darkened. He looked at me with lust filled eyed. A blush dancing across his freckled skin. Not wanting to make him wait any longer, I licked a broad stripe from the bottom of my palm to my finger tips. The vein in his cock pulsated as he watched this.

I quickly took ahold of his cock, slowly beginning to pump him in my fist. It felt like I was on fire. My core continuing to clench and throb, my nipples pebbling beneath my tank top. I watched his face closely as I continued to jerk him off, my hand moving a little faster now. His face was genuinely one of my favorite sights, especially during sex. The way his jaw goes slack, his lips forming an 'O'. His brows furrowed in pleasure, a series of moans and profanities rolling off his tongue. Fuck. It drives me up the walls- he drives me up the walls, in the best way possible.

I shifted a little closer to his cock on the bed, now using both my hands to pump him. My left hand continued to work his cock while my right hand snaked down between his legs to gently massage his balls, earning a moan from him. No guy would ever admit it, but it feels fucking amazing when you play with their balls.

"Fuck I'm gonna come," Dean moaned out as his eyes squeezed shut. His hips gently thrusting up into my hand as hot spurts of come landed on my hands and his stomach. I looked at him, waiting for him to open his eyes. Once he opened his eyes, he looked at me. "You continue to amaze me." He said in a breathless tone, still trying to recoup himself after his orgasm. I leaned back and snatched up a wad of tissues from the box that sat atop the nightstand. Carefully, I began to clean up my hands and his cock before laying down beside him.

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[piichuu]

♡ SAVE YOUR TEARS - NANAMI KENTO

SYNOPSIS: getting a new customer at the bakery won’t lead to anything, right?

WARNINGS: possible spoilers for the shibuya arc, gojo doesn’t get sealed, mentions of blood, food, angst, fluff, f!reader, strangers to lovers

WORD COUNT: 9.7k

NOTES: this is a fic to thank you for 1k followers, so i hope you will enjoy it! thank you @anqelically for beta reading <3 reblogs and feedback is appreciated <3333

the sun is shining through the windows while people are sitting outside the building with cups of coffee in their hands together with different pastries. some have bought bread to eat later as they finally reach their homes again. while they are enjoying the sun that won’t shine so bright as autumn truly arrives, you are standing behind the counter of the bakery, taking orders from customers and handing them what it is they want.

to your help, a co-worker is making the drinks so you can focus on taking orders. the bread is freshly baked by you while the pastries have been made by a few other workers who were there earlier in the morning. the number of customers has increased over time as it’s becoming late afternoon and most are on their way home from work, wanting to eat something on their way home.

you’re busy handing a customer a bag of bread that you barely notice the man who enters the bakery with dark circles painting the color under his eyes. he is wearing a blue shirt with a pair of jeans, as well as a tie with a pattern you don’t often see on that sort of clothing. it almost looks like a leopard print. he is barely smiling either, just walking inside the small building and towards the counter with that stoic face of his.

it is only when he actually reaches the counter that you finally notice him. the customer you were previously talking to has now left and the blonde man has suddenly turned his gaze to you, his expression barely changing. “hello! how can i help you?” you ask, sounding as cheerful as you possibly can after working for already five hours. the man seems to have done the same, if not longer. he doesn’t seem to be able to wear a cheerful act though as a smile doesn’t even appear on his lips. “could i maybe have some bread? the sourdough, please.”

you give him a quick nod before grabbing a plastic bag where you put the bread he has requested. he is patiently waiting on the other side of the counter, glancing towards you every once in a while, but also looking around the small area where different kinds of people are sitting, talking about their day with one another, gossiping and laughing. he, on the other hand, is visibly exhausted. the bags under his eyes almost seem to become more evident after you finally hand him the bag of bread. he grabs it and reaches for the money lying in his wallet.

“thank you, have a good day, sir!” you give him a sweet smile and he nods, forcing yet another smile in response. “you too,” he puts his wallet back in his jeans pocket and leaves the building with the bag of bread in hand.

you watch as he leaves, following his figure until he is no longer in sight. “when has someone that handsome ever walked in here?” your co-worker asks, letting out a chuckle as he also watches the man leave. you look towards the boy who’s the same age as you, giving him a smile and giggling quietly. “never, good thing he didn’t speak too much or i would have fallen in love with him.” “me too, who could not fall in love with him?”

as you have finally ended your shift for the day and are now cooking dinner for yourself at home, the man from earlier keeps making his appearance in your memories. he was different than most people you met, even though he wasn’t doing anything extraordinary. his demeanor was rather calm even if he seemed tired and sometimes frustrated. all of his movements were gentle and he wasn’t stressing you to get the bread for him any faster.

if he came there more often, perhaps your work days would have more fun in them. they begin to grow boring eventually, especially now that you live in the same apartment as where the small bakery has its place, only a few floors above it. it’s almost as if you’re stuck to work on a constant basis, but it was your choice to move, knowing you were gonna be in the same building as your work.

it is already beginning to become dark outside. autumn is drawing closer and the days are getting cooler. the leaves are slowly but surely making their way off the trees to land on the ground, painting the roads orange and yellow.

walking to the grocery store after work will no longer be an option as it will already be dark when your shifts have ended. instead, you will have to do it in the morning or on the weekend, all to not risk being kidnapped or possibly killed. not that anyone is out after you, but the amount of news about women being attacked at night has reached you now more than ever. it almost seems as if the crime rate has increased these past few months, so you don’t dare take any risks.

as the night comes closer, the time to go to bed is slowly creeping up and as you lay in bed with your eyes closed, the man from earlier is still stuck in your mind. how come he can’t leave your mind alone after one single meeting? why is his face now imprinted in your brain, not allowing you to ever forget him?

the next day, early in the morning as you’re once again standing by the counter, someone walks through the door. it isn’t often there are people coming in this early as they are often hurrying to work and don’t have the time to stop and buy anything, but the familiar blonde who is now wearing a pair of glasses that almost look like goggles walks in. he is wearing a white suit with a blue shirt underneath, still with the tie that is so unusual from many others.

you watch as he comes up to the counter, still with bags under his eyes but also a genuine smile playing on his lips as he most likely hasn’t been at work yet to grow too frustrated. “hello sir! what do you want today?” you ask with a smile that reflects his own. for a quick second, he looks at the alternatives he has before turning his attention to you. “some banana bread would be nice, please,” he replies and you begin to prepare a bag for where you’ll put the requested item.

“on your way to work?” you speak while putting the bread in the bag, trying to start a conversation with the rather quiet man.

he nods, letting out a quiet sigh before receiving the bag from you and reaching for his wallet to pay. “yes, i went a little early today to get something to eat beforehand,” he says while handing you the right amount of cash. you take the money and put it with the few other bits of coins you’ve gotten this early in the morning. “good luck then, have a good day,” you keep the smile on your face as he does the same. “you too, have a good day.”

the tall man continues to enter the bakery every other day. sometimes he’s there in the morning before work, sometimes he’s there afterward with droopy eyes and furrowed eyebrows. those days when he isn’t there, you can’t help but look out the window in hopes for him to enter before your shift ends. his presence itself may not feel special to others, but there is something about him that causes your heart to beat extra quickly.

it is now turning into the evening as you’re behind the counter, soon ready to close the shop, but you stop yourself from putting the leftover pastries and bread to bring home as someone enters the door, it’s him.

the blonde man who is no longer a new customer steps inside, his breathing rapid while walking up to the counter. “i’m sorry, have you closed yet? i ran late from work, i hurried here as fast as i could,” he explains and you flash him a slight smile. “we don’t have much left, you can take the bread we have left if you want, i’ll take as much as i would for just one piece.”

the man shakes his head. “i’ll pay for all of them,” he hands you money to pay for the bread and waits for you to put them all in a bag for him. “have you been working all day?”

you look up at him for a quick second before continuing to put the bread in their bags. “since 12, so not for too long. have you had a long day at work?” you ask and he shrugs his shoulders, giving you a smile as you hand him the bag with different types of bread. “it’s been shorter than the usual, but it’s still exhausting,” he admits.

“well, thank you for coming here and buying from us again,” you say as he puts his wallet back into his suit pocket. “the bread is wonderful, i will have to taste the pastries one day as well. do you bake them yourself?” he asks, getting a chuckle out of you and a shake of head. “i do bake, but not by myself. i can’t take all the credit.”

he smiles softly and nods in acknowledgment. “well, i have to go now. thank you for the bread…” he speaks, trying to come up with a name, one that he hasn’t yet been told. “it’s y/n,” you say and he chuckles lightly before opening his mouth to speak again. “thank you for the bread, y/n. i’m nanami kento,” is the last thing he says before leaving the bakery, and you alone with your own thoughts.

nanami kento, that’s his name, maybe you can call him by his name the next time he comes back. that smile that was displayed on his lips is imprinted on your mind and the thought of him talking to you for much longer than usual causes your heart to beat quicker than before.

but now, you really do have to close the bakery. you’ve already gone into overtime, something you cannot complain about since nanami kento was the reason for the delay. you’re quick to put all the leftovers into a plastic bag before you begin to clean the tables and floor. it is now completely dark outside, but you have nothing to worry about as you only have to walk through the back door to get to the stairs that lead to your apartment. but who said that all dangers are lurking outside, and not inside?

the lights begin to flicker as you have just finished cleaning and you look up towards the ceiling, tilting your head in confusion as they haven’t acted like this before, but maybe they’re running out of energy? shrugging your shoulders, you start to gather your things to go upstairs, but as you’re about to open the door to the staff-only room, it’s locked. you were able to open it just an hour ago. how can the door now suddenly be locked without anyone other than you using it?

your hands tremble against the handle as you keep trying to open the door, but it doesn’t work. “what the fuck?” you mumble to yourself, looking out the windows to only be met by darkness. the street lamps have also stopped working and suddenly, all lights inside the bakery shut off, leaving you in complete darkness. that’s when the panic starts to really set in.

you rush towards the exit, but even that door is locked, there is no way out and no way in. how did this happen? nanami could leave just minutes ago without struggling, so why can’t you?

as you now look up towards the ceiling, it almost looks like slime that’s moving around, slowly dripping off the wood. the slime however does have a face, a face with two eyes, and a mouth. you let out a loud scream, running away from the counter as it suddenly drops from the ceiling, now ruining the floor of where you were previously standing and the counter together with the glass where all the pastries and bread usually are.

it begins moving towards you, crushing every chair in its way, causing you to back into a corner with no way out. as if that wasn’t bad enough, something suddenly crashes through the roof, seeming to have fallen all the way from the top of the building to down here.

tears stream down your face as the thing that looks like slime comes closer, speaking incoherent words as the thing that crashed through the ceiling is breaking everything inside the bakery with all its might. things are set on fire, even the apartments above the bakery. there is nothing you can do other than scream and cry, you could try to crush a window, but with one strange creature surrounding you and another running around like a maniac, there is no way you could get to the window without dying.

your eyes are clouded with tears while looking around the room. will this be how you die? in a bakery you’ve worked in for years and right under your apartment? there is no way you can die here, but how will you get out? how could you possibly survive with these creatures roaming around in the same room as you. why are they even here in the first place? are they out to get you? but why? or are they just here randomly?

you close your eyes shut as the slime-like creature comes even closer and you hide your face behind your hands as if that would help, but suddenly, there are sounds of glass shattering and then yelps and screams that don’t sound human can be heard.

once again, you open your eyes to look at the non-humans being sliced to death by a tall man with blonde hair. it can’t be him, right? he’s wearing a beige suit with a blue shirt underneath and those glasses he’s wearing are goggle-like. it is him, nanami kento.

he’s quick to slice the now dead creatures into pieces before reaching for your hand, grabbing it to rush you out of the bakery as quickly as possible. he doesn’t even turn his head, his gaze is stuck straight ahead as the only goal at the moment is to get you out safe and sound.

the entire building is burning, all the way up to your apartment. the bakery can no longer be saved either and you look at it with wide eyes as more tears gather in the corner of them, this time not because you are near death, but because you are currently losing your home.

you fall onto your knees, exhausted from the panic but also because the sight of your home burning down is overbearing. “are you injured?” nanami suddenly asks while crouching down so he can put his hand on your shoulder and get a better look of you. he receives a shake of the head as tears are streaming down your face. “what-what do i do now?” you look up at him with bloodshot eyes, reaching for his wrist to hold onto. “my home is gone…”

he looks at you and then towards the building that is currently falling apart. sounds of fire trucks can be heard in the distance as they must have noticed the immense smoke. “your home? do you live here?” you nod and take a shaky breath as reality is slowly starting to hit you. you don’t have a home anymore. “they took it from me. what even are they? they weren’t human, why were they trying to kill me?”

nanami sighs and wraps an arm around your waist so you can cry into his chest. “i will explain that when we get home to my place. you’ll get to stay with me now if that is okay? i won’t let you be homeless,” he murmurs while stroking your back up and down. “it’s all gone,” you whisper as the apartment building is burning down quicker than any fire has ever spread. there is no way the firemen will be able to save this.

“i know, so let’s go to my place so you don’t have to watch it further,” nanami grabs your wrist and helps you stand up, putting an arm behind your back to keep you steady while your legs are wobbly and mind unstable from the shock you’re currently going through.

your home was completely destroyed in the matter of a few seconds, your workplace no longer exists. it’s as if your entire life just vanished in front of your eyes, but you can’t stand here any longer.

the tears don’t seem to stop as nanami helps you walk further away from the fire. his gaze only tears away from you when he needs to look forward, making sure you won’t walk straight into something, but on the walk home to his place, his eyes are mostly stuck to you. he doesn’t say a word, aware of the fact that you probably won’t listen to anything he says at this moment.

your eyes are still wide in shock as nanami leads you up to his apartment and opens the door for you. it’s not a big place, but it’s neat and it almost looks like it was cleaned just today. “it’s not much, but i have a bedroom where you can sleep and lots of food in the fridge. i’ll go see if i can find something in my wardrobe that you can wear,” the blonde beside you speaks as he closes the door behind him and takes off his shoes.

he looks towards you as you aren’t responding to him just yet. you’re still staring straight forward with big eyes, so nanami puts a hand on your shoulder and flashes you a kind smile. “i know it must be difficult with everything that has happened in such a short while, but you’ll be safe here and i have no troubles with having you here. if you however don’t feel comfortable i can help you find another place to stay,” he explains and more tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes before you throw your arms around him and cry against his shirt.

“thank you, thank you so much for helping me. you never had to do any of this,” you mumble as nanami grows stiff by the sudden action, but he soon begins to relax and strokes your hair gently. “it’s okay, i want to make sure you’re safe.”

he carefully moves out of your grip and leads you to the bedroom where he begins to search through his wardrobe. “i don’t have a lot, but i have a t-shirt you should be able to use and these sweatpants, i hope they’ll fit. i can give you some money to buy new clothes,” nanami speaks but you shake your head, taking the clothes you’re handed. i still have money, so i’ll pay for the clothes myself.”

nanami doesn’t feel the need to argue as you most likely won’t allow him to pay, so he just nods and leaves the room so you can change without any eyes on you. “i’ll go to the kitchen and start cooking something,” he says before leaving the bedroom to make dinner for the both of you.

as he closes the door behind him, you begin to change into the new clothing you’ve been given for tonight. the t-shirt is a little oversized but still fits and the same goes for the sweatpants. you take a look at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath, closing your eyes for a minute to take everything in. you witnessed your home and job burn up only minutes ago and you were most likely close to death with those weird creatures that were swarming the bakery. what were they? how come nanami came there as fast as he did and knew exactly what to do so they would be killed?

the only things you have left is what is in your pockets. a card where all your money is, your phone and lip balm that you commonly use, nothing else. everything else that you owned is now gone and can no longer be retaken. you will need to find a new place to live, a new job, new clothes. you’re truly back on page one if even that. it’s like starting your whole life all over again, but not in a good way.

you shake your head as tears begin to form in your eyes and look towards the ceiling, trying to keep them inside as you make your way out of the bedroom to help nanami cook in the kitchen.

he is already busy making pancakes as you enter, his gaze quickly shifting towards you who’s now standing in the doorway. “i was hoping you liked pancakes, i will cook something better next time,” nanami speaks as you nod and go to stand by the counter. “what were those things?” you ask and he raises a brow, looking at you with a hint of confusion on his face before his mouth forms an ‘o’. “oh, you mean those creatures that were in the bakery?”

you nod and he sighs, putting the pancakes on a plate when they’re enough cooked. “they’re called curses. i am something called a jujutsu sorcerer who exorcise them, or in other words, i kill them. people who aren’t jujutsu sorcerers usually cannot see them unless they’re close to death. they are formed by people’s negative thoughts and i can often sense them, which i did while leaving the bakery and could help. it’s a shame they went as far as they did though, but they are known to destroy things in their way.”

your brain is close to exploding by hearing all of these explanations. a jujutsu sorcerer? exorcising curses? they’re the only ones who can see curses? you’re too tired to clearly understand what he means. “were they out to kill me specifically?” you ask, not really wanting to try and figure out what he means by all of this as it might make your brain blow up into pieces. “i don’t think so, no. they seem to enjoy any person who is nearby, so i doubt they were out for you specifically. you just happened to be there at the wrong time.”

nanami begins to put two plates on the kitchen table together with utensils. “dinner is ready now, you should try to eat at least something before heading to bed, today must have been draining,” he pulls out a chair for you before sitting down on one himself, now waiting for you to eat the food he’s cooked for you.

for a short while, you can only stare at it as your mind is fogged with everything that has occurred today, but you eventually dig in which causes a slight smile to spread over nanami’s lips and he begins to eat as well.

it’s quiet as the two of you are munching on the food, but nanami doesn’t force anything out of either you or himself. he could never expect you to even want to speak after such a day, so he stays silent and washes the dishes when you’ve finished eating dinner. you ask him if you can help, but he’s quick to dismiss the question as he tells you to go rest instead. “you can sleep in my bed, i’ll sleep on the couch, so go get some rest as you must be tired,” he says with his back turned to you.

you sigh and shake your head. “you shouldn’t have to sleep on the couch in your own home though, i can sleep there-” “no, you’re my guest after all so i can’t allow you to sleep on the couch,” he explains but now you stand up, walking over to the counter where he is washing the dishes. “why can’t we both sleep in your bed then? i don’t want you to be uncomfortable on the couch.”

nanami looks towards you with wide eyes but then glances back at the dishes. “i suppose, but if it makes you uncomfortable to sleep in the same bed as me, i will go sleep on the couch instead.”

he finishes washing the dishes before the two of you enter the bedroom. you lay down in bed, moving under the comfortable covers while nanami changes into a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. he has his back turned to you and you keep your eyes away from him, not wanting to stare for too long.

the room soon goes dark as he switches off the lights and lies down beside you, getting under the same cover but trying to keep his space as to not make you uncomfortable. “if you have any difficulties sleeping, just tell me,” you nod and turn to your side so your back is now facing him. he does the same and closes his eyes, something you try with as well, but those images from earlier don’t seem to leave your mind, even in your exhausted state.

how they burned up your home right in front of your eyes, the way you would have died if it wasn’t for nanami saving you in the last second. if they were any faster, you would have most likely been killed and not been here right now. perhaps you should be grateful for surviving in the first place and now being able to stay at someone else’s apartement, but you can’t help yourself from missing your now old home. you won’t get to wake up early just to go to work for a good while. the comfort of your home is gone.

the sounds of cars speeding past the building can be heard but all other sounds cause you to flinch. the thought of those creatures coming back has been on the back of your mind since nanami first saved you. there is no saying that other creatures who act like them won’t come and this time kill you. nanami is most likely sleeping now, either way, so he wouldn’t be able to hear if they came.

he is a jujutsu sorcerer. you had never heard of them before nor those things called curses. the curses are created by negative emotions? it all feels like it’s taken out of a superhero movie. there are people who protect the “normal” ones from monsters and nanami is one of them. that must have been what got him so tired and the reason as to why he constantly has bags under his eyes. maybe he’s out fighting these monsters all the time to save humanity?

just a few hours ago, he was just a customer at the bakery, but now you’re sleeping at his place, in the same bed as him. how long will you be allowed to stay here? eventually, you will have to find a new place to stay, but that will take longer than a few days. you don’t have enough money to pay for an apartment right now after all, but will nanami really like for you to stay so long?

the thoughts are swarming your mind, making it difficult to fall asleep. you can barely keep your eyes closed as the images of the horrifying creatures keep appearing while worries about the future are taking over the rest of your brain.

nanami did say to tell him if you couldn’t fall asleep, but when you hear the sound of his snores, you already know that it’s too late. having seen the dark circles under his eyes cause you not to want to wake him as this must be something he doesn’t get to do often, at least not for a long time.

so you stay in bed the entire night with your eyes wide open, eventually going on your phone to scroll through social media that are filled with images of the burning building, so you end up putting it away, instead staring out the window while allowing the worries to take over completely throughout the night.

as the morning soon comes, your head is aching more than expected. but not getting to sleep while also being exhausted does eventually cause your body pain. nanami has begun to stir in bed and you turn to face him, now noticing how messy his blonde hair has become after sleeping. he did move around a lot in his sleep, but not as much as it looks like he did. “did you sleep well?” is the first thing he asks and you let out a sigh, rubbing your eyes. “in all honesty, i didn’t sleep at all. but maybe i’ll get to take a nap later during the day,” you admit.

nanami sits up in bed and leans against the headboard. “we could go out and do some shopping, maybe that will put your mind to other thoughts. you do need new clothes, right? i also need to do some grocery shopping now that we’re two here,” his voice is hoarse and he stretches a little. you nod in agreement and sit up as well. “you’re free to do that today? i thought you were working almost every day.”

“well, i won’t know if there is work for me until someone calls me about curses, but since there was so much commotion yesterday, i doubt there will be much to do today,” he says while getting out of bed to put on a suit instead, one that is almost identical to the one he usually wears. he must have bought them in the same color a few times, just like the shirt he wears underneath.

“i don’t know if i have any clothes you can wear except for what you are already wearing, i hope that’s okay. i’ll pay for the ones you buy today,” you shake your head in an instant. “i will pay for my own clothes, it’s not like you were the one who burned them up-” “you should save your money for other things, i will pay for your clothes, don’t worry about it.”

there is no idea arguing with him, he seems to have already set his mind on paying, so you get out of bed to get ready for a day of shopping. “do you have a hairbrush or something? and a toothbrush i can borrow?” you ask and he nods, immediately beginning to rummage through the different cupboards he has. he is quick to find a spare toothbrush as well as a hairbrush. “thank you, i’m sorry that you have to share so much with me now.”

nanami shakes his head. “don’t worry about it. i was the one who invited you here, i’m just glad you're alive, so it doesn’t annoy me to share things with you. this is your home too now until you find another place, so don’t think i’m just doing this because i have to, i’m doing it because i want to,” he speaks much more than he usually did when buying bread from you, but perhaps it is because he has slept for more hours than usual tonight? there are still some dark circles under his eyes, but they are not as visible as they usually are.

the blonde man puts on the glasses he usually wears and looks at himself in the mirror while trying to fix his hair so it lays neatly against his head. it doesn’t take too long for either him or you to get ready and you’re soon out the door together. you’ve gotten a jacket to borrow as the weather has become a lot more chilly these past few days and the fact that it’s a little oversized helps keep you even warmer.

the sun is shining brightly as you’re walking down the streets towards the closest mall. you can’t help but look at the man beside you, his face is a lot clearer in the sunlight and even though he isn’t wearing a smile on his face, there is something about him that causes one to spread over your lips. the sun makes it possible for you to notice the small moles on his face even though you aren’t particularly close and his sharp jawline becomes clearer.

some bypassers try to smile at him, but he doesn’t respond, only giving them small nods while continuing to walk. his eyes can barely be seen through the glasses he’s wearing as they’re shaded but they cannot hide the circles under his eyes that aren’t as dark as they so commonly are.

he doesn’t say much as the both of you enter a big mall with lots of different clothing stores, it’s almost difficult to choose where you want to go first. nanami follows behind as you walk towards the nearest store and begin to look at the different clothes it offers, trying to make sure that what you want isn’t too expensive, it won’t be your money that is used after all. nanami would probably tell you to buy anything you want, but you can’t expect him to spend every penny he has on you.

as you’re trying a few clothes out, nanami sits on a chair outside the changing rooms. he’s fidgeting with his fingers while looking around the store, that is until you walk out to show him a pair of bootcut jeans that you have just put on. “what do you think of these? i’m not that sure of them, they fit well but i don’t know how they look. i need someone else’s opinion,” you explain and nanami whose eyes widened for a quick second quickly composes himself, clearing his throat. “i think they look good,” that’s all he says but it gets a smile out of you before you once again enter the dressing room.

he pinches the bridge of his nose when he feels his cheeks slowly heating up, he cannot be acting like this just by having you show him some clothing that fits you perfectly well. he can’t be thinking like this. the tall man doesn’t even know if it was the clothes on you that caused his heart to beat a little quicker or if it was the fact that you wanted his opinion on something. maybe it’s because you seem to be so cheery even after what happened yesterday, it is possibly just a facade you’re putting on to hide the pain, but he would like to think that shopping has actually helped a little.

you eventually walk out of the dressing room, putting some clothes away that you didn’t like, but there are still a few shirts and pants in your hands that you seem to want, one of those is the jeans that he was shown. “i hope they aren’t too expensive, but i think these will do for now. there are a few outfits i can switch between now and i’ll just buy more in the future when i need it and can pay for myself,” nanami nods and takes the clothes so the two of you can walk towards the nearest cashier, but before that, he is stopped by a very familiar face.

“nanami! i didn’t know you would be here, and who is this?” a man with white hair and a black blindfold over his eyes asks. nanami wouldn’t even have to see his face to know who has just spoken to him, he would recognize that voice that keeps annoying him anywhere.

he lets out a quiet sigh and looks towards the taller man with snowy white hair. “this is y/n. y/n this is gojo satoru,” nanami speaks and the man with the blindfold looks at you with a giant grin on his face.

“wait, are you that baker that nanami’s told me about?” the man beside you gives gojo a stern look, but that doesn’t stop the smile on his face from growing. “wait, wasn’t it also that bakery that was put on fire yesterday?”

you nod. “yeah, i lived there as well,” you mumble and gojo’s mouth forms into an ‘o’ before looking towards nanami who is still glaring at him. “so she lives with you now, i suppose?” he asks and the blonde man nods. “yes, i’m helping her buy new clothes, don’t keep bothering us.”

gojo chuckles and shakes his head. “alright alright, it’s not like i followed you here, i’m here to buy clothes for myself. it’s a little unfair though, you never allow me to sleep over at your place,” he pouts, causing you to giggle while nanami just stares at him with a look that almost seems like disappointment as if he was his dad. “because you would bother me all night. i’ve seen how you act when you’re tired.”

“are you a jujutsu sorcerer as well, gojo?” you ask and that giant smile on his face never seems to disappear as he nods rather proudly, not caring if anyone else would overhear what you’re talking about. “of course, the strongest of them all. i’ve killed lots of curses, i’m even better than nanami.”

you look at him who’s holding the clothes in his hands and sighs. “we have to go buy more things, but it was nice meeting you, satoru,” nanami says and gojo nods, reaching his hand out to shake yours. “yes, it was nice finally meeting your girlfriend-” “satoru.”

it doesn’t take too long until you’re finally out of the store and now on your way towards the grocery store where you’ll buy food but also a toothbrush for you as well as other necessities.

nanami is wearing a frown on his face now after the previous meeting with gojo satoru, but you can’t help the smile forming on your lips. “are you two good friends?” the blonde looks at you and nods slightly. “i suppose. we’ve known each other for a good couple of years now, but he can become annoying. it’s a facade though,” he explains and you tilt your head to the side.

“a facade?” “yes, he lost his best friend when we were younger. we were all in the same friend group but they were really close. since then, he’s put on a facade to seem tougher,” nanami explains, now looking away as the two of you enter the grocery store that is packed with people. most are wearing headphones, probably listening to music as they’re looking for items to buy for the upcoming meals they will cook.

“have you ever lost someone because of curses?” your sudden question causes nanami to stop in his steps, but he’s quick to continue to walk and gather himself again. he doesn’t look at you now, almost as if he is trying to not answer the question, but he eventually opens his mouth to speak. “yes,” it’s all he says, but that’s enough for you to know not to ask any more questions about it.

it takes a while for you to find all the groceries you need, but after an hour or so, you’re finally back home at his place, now able to take the long-awaited nap that has seemed so far away as you’ve only fallen more tired after all the walking.

“i’ll load everything into the fridge, you can go and sleep, you must be really tired now,” nanami speaks as he opens up the fridge to put all the items in. the bag with all the clothes and necessities is put in a bag that’s laying in the hallway, waiting for you to put it somewhere else after you’ve woken up in a few hours.

you go to lay down in the bed, moving under the blankets and closing your eyes. all those thoughts you had throughout the night seem to have disappeared, at least for a little while now that you’ve been so busy with finding new things to buy and getting to spend some time with nanami. so now, falling asleep isn’t that big of a difficulty.

the curses are no longer showing up as soon as you close your eyes, maybe they will the next time you try to fall asleep, but for now, they aren’t in the back of your mind, making it easy for you to finally succumb to sleep after the amounts of exhaustion you’ve gone through.

meanwhile, nanami finishes putting everything into the fridge and goes to grab the bag of clothes and put it outside the bedroom door so you can load it into his wardrobe as soon as you’ve slept. he opens the door carefully, just wanting to make sure that you’re finally asleep.

there is a slight smile that appears on his face when he hears your snores fill the room. after being awake for over twenty-four hours, you’re finally sleeping again even after everything that has happened. perhaps taking you out to go shopping did help after all.

more nights continue to pass when you’re in his apartment. weeks go by and falling asleep does eventually become easier even though those terrifying images are gnawing at the back of your mind. nanami isn’t home a lot as there are still many curses to fight, but when he arrives back at his place, you have always baked him some of his favorite bread, the smell of it filling the entire house as soon as he enters.

sometimes, the two of you even get to eat dinner together. it isn’t too common, but when it does happen, you have already prepared a meal that never disappoints his taste buds.

when you’re sleeping in bed together, your backs are still facing one another, but as you wake up there are a few times that you’ve woken up face to face, sometimes with one of his arms around your waist. you never try to push him away. instead, you close your eyes and wait for him to wake so you can hear the sound of surprise from him as his arm leaves you. you never mention it, but you can’t help but find it rather cute.

before nanami has to leave for work, he makes sure that he has cooked breakfast for you to eat if you wake up after him. he’s often up rather early just to not stress on his way to jujutsu high where he has to meet up with gojo satoru, but those times that he doesn’t have to wake up early, you try to cook something for him as well. and when he gets to stay home and not do anything for once, the two of you often stay in bed, most commonly in silence, but sometimes you get to talk about the plans for the day together.

gojo has called a few times to ask if he can come over to nanami’s place, but he’s never gotten a yes just yet. according to nanami, it is to prevent him from crashing in his apartment for days just to tease him, so he continues to say no. they do however meet each other quite a lot at work and nanami will never escape the same questions he gets as soon as he enters a room, questions about you and if you’re finally his girlfriend, something that will always be denied.

the fact that nanami kento doesn’t have a girlfriend in the first place shocked you, of course it did. how could someone like him not have found a partner, not even now in his late twenties? perhaps it’s because of his job, he wouldn’t have time for someone else. maybe it’s because he barely talks to strangers? his walls are still rather tall, so there’s no idea asking him if there has ever been that special someone in his life before.

he still doesn’t talk to you a lot, it’s uncommon to see him smile as well, but when he actually does, you know it’s genuine. but now, when he has finally come back home late in the evening, there is definitely not a smile on his face. his eyebrows are furrowed together and he can be heard sighing every time he takes a step into the living room where you are sitting on the couch and watching tv. “i made you some dinner, it’s in the fridge if you’re hungry,” you speak while looking up towards the blonde man who sits down on the couch beside you, leaning his head against a cushion. “i need to tell you something.”

you turn your body so you’re now facing him, giving him a curious look as he sighs heavily. “i’ll have to go to shibuya tomorrow, it’s a dangerous mission. there are most likely gonna be plenty of the most dangerous curses there, so i will have to leave you here alone for a day or two, or forever,” nanami explains, not even once giving you a glance as his eyes stay closed.

forever? is that a hint that he might actually die during that mission? you shake your head. “what do you mean, forever?” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “as i said, it’s dangerous and there is a risk i might die. if i do, you can take over this apartment, you won’t have to pay for a new one.”

your eyes widen as he seems to speak so nonchalantly about it like it isn’t that big of a deal to him. “is it that dangerous? are you going there alone?” you instinctively shuffle closer to him as your mind has begun to swarm with questions.

“it is that dangerous. there are gonna be more sorcerers there, but as i said, there will be plenty of dangerous curses as well so it’s not like we’ll overpower them easily, unfortunately,” he finally turns his head to look at you. “i will try to survive, of course. but i can’t promise you anything.”

for the first time in weeks, you finally gather enough courage to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a tight hug. that man has provided you a home for a little over a month now and has been nothing but nice, and now he might go and die? you won’t be able to do anything about it either, if you insist on helping him, you will most likely die in less than a second to even a less dangerous curse.

nanami grows stiff at the sudden affection but puts a hand on your back, gently patting it. “it’s okay, i will try to come back,” he mumbles as you hold him close, not seeming to want to let go, knowing that this might actually be the last time you see him.

tears are threatening to spill, but you hold them back. how come you can care about a person you only learned to know a month ago? why does the fact that he might never come back worry you as much as it does? why is your heart beating out of your chest at the close proximity and why can you no longer hold back the tears that are now running down your warm cheeks?

“don’t cry for me,” nanami whispers while cupping your face with his calloused hands. his lower lip is slightly wobbling, almost as if he’s about to cry as well, but he holds it back and forces a smile when looking at you, gently wiping the tears away from your face. “i can’t promise that i will be back, but i will try my absolute best, okay?”

falling asleep tonight is definitely not easy with the thought of nanami kento possibly dying being in the back of your mind. this might be the last night you ever see him, the bread you baked earlier today might have been the last bread you ever made for him. that forced smile he gave you as you were crying might have been the last smile you saw from him. you didn’t even get to eat dinner together.

the next day when you open your eyes, nanami kento is no longer beside you. the time on your phone shows 10.51 which means he must have left hours ago for shibuya.

the apartment is eerily quiet as you get up from bed to go grab some breakfast. usually, there will be a radio playing in the kitchen as nanami cooks breakfast or the sound of the shower being on while he takes a shower, but now it’s completely quiet except for the few cars that can be heard outside the building.

as you enter the kitchen, there is a note on the fridge with the text “i cooked pancakes for you. you seemed to like them last time i made it for you, so i hope it still tastes good. see you tomorrow :)”. and just as the note said, there is a plate filled with pancakes for you to eat. he must have bought a jar of jam yesterday too as there is one standing beside the pancakes.

you let out a quiet sigh, taking the plate of pancakes out of the fridge and warming them up in the microwave before you put them on the kitchen table together with the jar of jam and utensils.

it’s not uncommon for you to eat breakfast by yourself. when you lived alone, you did it every day and even now when you have lived with nanami, there have been times when he had already left for work, but today feels different. there is no telling whether he will even come home or if he will be gone forever. will you lose him too?

it’s difficult to finish eating the pancakes, the constant thought of nanami probably won’t stop bugging your mind until you know how it goes for him, but what happens if he dies? you shake your head, not wanting to think about that just yet. for now, you’ll have to try and stay optimistic, he must be a great jujutsu sorcerer after having done it for such a long time, so why would he not be able to survive this?

the day goes rather slowly. you try your best to distract yourself by watching television and going to the grocery store to buy ingredients for what nanami had planned for you two to eat this week, wanting to prepare a meal for him in case he gets home early.

at every single sound that could possibly be the door opening, you quickly stand up with hope in your eyes, but that quickly disappears as you sit back down on the couch and lean against the warm cushion. the fight wouldn’t start until night either way, so there is no way he would already be back, but you can’t help but hope that it will already be over.

evening turns to night and even as tiredness is slowly making its way to take over your body, you keep your eyes open, sitting by the couch in hopes that the door will soon open and that nanami kento will walk inside. if that were the case, you would probably never let go of him again.

suddenly, the sound of your phone ringing reaches your ears and when looking at the screen, nanami’s contact name is shown on the screen. it barely goes a second before you pick it up and put the phone on speaker, needing to hear everything he has to say clearly, but when you answer the call, it is not nanami on the other end.

“hello, is this y/n?” that sounds exactly like gojo satoru, the man you met at the mall when you and nanami were there a few weeks ago to buy you clothes, why is he calling on nanami’s phone? “yes? it’s me,” is all you dare to say, no longer wanting to know what is happening.

“we’re taking nanami to the hospital right now, he’s been pretty severely injured. do you know where the jujutsu high school is? there is a hospital nearby. i can come to his apartment and meet you up there if you would want that,” gojo explains, causing your heartbeat to come to an immediate halt. “y-you can meet me up here. is he okay? he’s not dying right?”

a sigh can be heard on the other end of the line before gojo once again speaks. “i honestly don’t know right now, but he’s barely conscious and has been asking about you, so i thought it would be good if you knew so you could come over here. but i’ll hurry to your place and take you to the hospital, i’ll be there in a second,” the phone call ends, and just like the blindfolded man said, he is inside the apartment in a second, seeming to have teleported there.

“don’t ask me about it now, just hold onto me and i’ll get us to the hospital quickly,” he speaks and without a second thought, you rush up from the couch to hold his arm. you can barely even blink before you arrive inside a new building, one with white walls and a few chairs on the sides, you’re in a waiting room.

not a single word is spoken while gojo leads you through the hallways. he seems a lot more serious than he was when the two of you first met, but the reason to that is also why your heart is currently almost beating out of your chest. your hands are trembling and it is almost becoming difficult to walk as your legs have begun to shake as well, panic trying to make its way to you.

then, gojo opens the door to a room and gestures for you to walk inside. there is a woman standing there as well and she looks over at the snowy-haired man before exiting the room, leaving you to face nanami alone.

he is laying helplessly on a hospital bed, his entire body seeming to be bandaged, some already having blood leaking through but as the doctor left the room, it doesn’t seem to be too much of a big deal, but he is still all beaten up with large wounds on his body and a scratched up face.

with quick steps, you make your way toward nanami whose eyes are barely open. his gaze follows you, watching as you sit down on a chair close to the bed and reach your hand out to grab his in a tight hold.

he looks at you with tired eyes but still succeeds in showing a smile on his face, intertwining his fingers with yours. “i was so worried about you,” you mumble and nanami gently squeezes your hand while his eyes are trying their best to shut, but he will not let them when he has you to talk to now. “was pretty close to dying, but i was saved,” his voice comes out raspy and he lets out a cough as soon as the sentence is finished.

the look you give him is enough to cause his smile to grow wider. your brows are furrowed together and your eyes look rather stern. “don’t talk, you might strain yourself if you do,” you say while shuffling the chair closer to the bed, allowing him to reach his hand up to cup your cheek. “i really do love you,” nanami whispers as his thumb rubs your warm skin.

you reflect his smile and put your hand over his, placing a kiss on the palm of his hand as if it were the most natural thing ever, almost like you two have been together for years, but today is the first time that you got to know his true feelings, and you cannot help the way your heart is melting into a warm puddle by that lovesick smile he wears on his face while he’s all bandaged up and wounded from fighting curses. he’s alive and he’s here with you, just like it should be.

“i love you, nanami,” you say, watching as there is a slight blush appearing over his cheeks. “i will bake you all the bread you want from now on,” he chuckles lightly when hearing that comment and brushes a strand of hair away from your face even though his hand weakens by his tiredness.

“that’s good to hear, especially now that i will be retiring. i expect you to bake me bread for every meal,” nanami smiles and drops his hand back to the bed so as to not strain it any further.

meanwhile, your eyes have gone wide by hearing about retirement. “you’re retiring?” “yes, at least from jujutsu sorcery. perhaps we could travel somewhere nice, maybe malaysia? i’ve always wanted to go there. i will get a normal job of course, but i would like to spend some time with you as well. i’m finished with jujutsu now, because why would i go and risk getting myself hurt when i have you to come home to now?”

he once again coughs, but now he doesn’t get a stern look from you. instead, there is a smile that keeps spreading over your face, almost making your cheeks hurt at this point. “malaysia does sound nice, but you will have to heal from all of these wounds first. i won’t let you get into the sea before they have become scars.”

nanami puts his hand on the back of your neck, forcing you to move your face closer to his so he can press his lips to yours. the smile on his face is still there, but that won’t stop him from moving his lips against yours for a slow kiss. he may not be able to put everything he has into it right at this moment due to his immense tiredness, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t show you just how much he loves you. “then let’s just rest here for a little while and then we’ll go home and rest some more, together.”

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Help Stop a Clearcut - Deadline May 17, 2024! Reblogs appreciated!

Hey, folks, got a time-sensitive request for y'all--even if you aren't a PNW resident, can you please put in a word to save the legacy/mature forest on Mothball Hill just outside Astoria, OR? Comments to NOT clearcut the forest on Mothball Hill can be sent to [email protected] and need to be received by 5pm Pacific Standard Time on May 17. Reblogs ALSO help!

As per this article:

"North Coast Communities for Watershed Protection requests your consideration and immediate action to help safeguard drinking water and residents’ health in rural neighborhoods east of Astoria. Written comments are needed by Friday, May 17, regarding ongoing and upcoming Oregon Department of Forestry timber harvests in Clatsop County. Anybody may submit a comment to ODF; you do not need to be a resident of Clatsop County. Please see below for more details.

Currently, the NCCWP Astoria Chapter is working to notify residents whose property is in close proximity to proposed 2025 ODF timber harvests in Clatsop County. On May 5, we surveyed Unit 2 of the Mothball Hill Harvest and met some of the concerned residents whose property is immediately adjacent to the timber sale. We are working with them closely.

Leading up to the May 17 deadline for comments about the ODF Annual Operations Plan (AOP), we are hoping to visit as many of these sites as possible — knocking on people’s doors directly adjacent to these potential timber harvests. Many people who live in these houses may not be aware that the forestland near their homes is scheduled to be clearcut and sprayed with a “cocktail” of pesticides. Our goal is to notify these homeowners and provide them with appropriate resources and support so that they can get involved and comment on the AOP before the opportunity ends. These clearcuts and pesticide applications may directly affect people’s health, livelihoods, recreational activities, and property values. Ultimately, they will adversely affect the quality and quantity of coastal drinking water by exacerbating the climate crisis, perpetuating drought, and increasing the risk of wildfires, landslides, and the runoff of sediment and pesticides into waterways.

Here’s a letter sent to community members, ODF, BoF, and Clatsop Co. officials from Darren Orange, a resident neighboring the Mothball Hill Harvest: 

A request for your consideration and action,

The Oregon Department Of Forestry released their 2024 Annual Operations Plan and has selected a previously unmanaged, non-intentionally planted, natural “Legacy Forest” for CLEARCUT AND AERIAL SPRAY. The location is in Clatsop Forest Astoria District on “Mothball Hill” east of Astoria in the John Day estuary. This proposed clearcut will impact a previously unmanaged biodiverse forest with trees, and mycorrhizal networks well over 100 years old. The geographical location is extremely steep and the boundaries for cutting would push into the Columbia River at its northernmost point. Slide potential is high, threatening the railroad, and homes both on private drive Phil Rd., Highway 30, and Deer Valley Rd. 

Located between Astoria, (2 miles to the west) and the Twilight Eagle Sanctuary (2 miles to the east) this rich habitat and watershed is home for bald eagles, beaver, blue heron, cougar, bobcat, coyotes, and waterways for native salmon.  The year-round streams run directly into the John Day and Columbia Rivers. The location will be seen on Highway 30, and visible from both rivers as a monstrous scab. 

The home and hobby garden I share with my wife borders 300′ of Clatsop Forest. Neon survey markers now weigh heavily, glaring at us 20′ from our kitchen window. Trees marked for cut purposely planted by homeowners over 50 years ago as property lines now marked for harvest. We watch: protected migratory birds, marine birds, bald eagles, blue heron, osprey, and others. We’ve listened to the call of bobcats and coyotes from their resting and breeding dens. We’ve seen beavers in the estuary. Salmon and crayfish are commercially harvested here. The rich native flora and mycelium network show the health of the forest and offer many plant medicines. This is just a window of the species we see everyday. 

The impact and damage on this ecosystem is vast. The unintended consequences of aerial spray, blowdown due to compromised forest integrity, slides, and aesthetic harm to private property value, boating/kayaking and tourism, commercial and recreational fishing are all part of the cost vs minimal $1.1 million dollar profit.

PUBLIC COMMENTS ARE ENCOURAGED, AND CLOSE VERY SOON ON MAY 17TH!

I’m asking the greater community to please write and pass along your concerns to the Oregon Department of Forestry about this clearcut timber sale in one of the oldest stands in the area. This stand has not been managed or replanted so it represents a key forest in its health and history. I ask that ODF look into alternative locations such as managed/planted forests with less impactful methods that follow the soon to be Federal Habitat Conservation Act that would preserve older stands. I ask that ODF follow their own Key Performance Measures of complex layered forest structure. I ask ODF NOT TO MOVE FORWARD WITH THIS TIMBER SALE.

Sincerely, 

Darren Orange

local resident of 25 years

business owner

property owner

Email – [email protected]

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#clearcuts #forests #old growth forest #legacy forest #environment #conservation #ecology #nature #trees #PNW #pacific Northwest #Oregon #US centric

[bwabys-scenarios]

Kurapika Yandere Alphabet

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: brief nsfw(mention of Kurapika eating pussy), reader gets Stockholm syndrome, abduction, Kurapika forces reader to do things like take medicine when she’s sick or restrains her if she tries to hurt herself/escape, self harm, suicide/suicidal thoughts, restraint, isolation

A/N: I’m opening up requests for Yandere Alphabets!! Send your fav ADULT HXH/JJK character and I’ll make one :3

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Kurapika is very detail oriented, he shows his love by making sure the space you have is decorated exactly like your room in your home was. He spoils you with gifts and sweet treats, though he leaves them at your door or on your bed like a cat bringing you a dead mouse.

His love gets intense when you find out about his feelings and eventually return them. He’s the only other human being in your life, and you desperately need comfort and touch.

When you come to him for affection, he gets intense, he’ll hold you close, visibly trembling as he rubs soothing circles into your back. His eyes will flicker to your lips, hungry for kisses or even just to press his thumb into your soft lip.

When he comes home upset or goes through a depressive episode, he’ll want to hold you. Sometimes he holds you so tight his fingers leave imprints on whatever he’s gripping, be it your thighs sides, or back. He’ll kiss whatever mark he leaves on your skin, whispering apologies through tears.

“I’m such a hypocrite… I was supposed to protect you, but look… look at these marks on your pretty skin… I’m so sorry angel, please forgive me.”

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He’s willing to do next to anything to keep his darling safe and happy as possible. If that means killing masses of people that could potentially hurt you, he doesn’t mind baring that sin.

You are his angel, he would do anything for you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

After being abducted, he treats you probably the best any yandere could. He decorates your room to look as close to your previous one as possible, makes sure all of your needs are met and that you’re as spoiled as you can be.

He would never mock you, Kurapika wants his darling to love him. With all the lengths he’s gone to just to make you happy, he wouldn’t give that all up even if he was angry.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

No, besides abducting you, he’s not willing to do much against your will. If you’re trying to hurt yourself or escape, he’ll restrain you, but that’s it. Also, if you refuse to take medication when you’re ill or if he NEEDS you to do something for your own benefit he’ll make you do it, but he never makes you do something FOR him.

He would never force himself on you, ever. Kurapika loves his darling more than anything, and he’s still holding onto his morals.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

At first, he is very distant and even cold. Kurapika is more likely to have a darling he was friends with before abducting her, so they’d have to already be relatively close already.

After a few months with him, he’ll begin to relax around you again, like he did before he abducted you. For the first few months he’ll barely touch you, wanting to give you space and time to get used to your new life.

Once he’s comfortable, he’ll come to you when he’s upset searching for comfort and care. Just having you in the same house as him is enough to keep him from falling apart, but actually feeling your touch while he sobs after a nightmare is heavenly.

He’s happy to tell you how much he cares about you and how this is for your safety, but he’s hesitant to express his more romantic feelings. He’s already kidnapped you and taken you away from everyone and everything you loved, he doesn’t feel like he deserves you.

But when you return his feelings due to him being the only other human you have contact with, he is more than happy to shower you in love and affection. You’d be surprised at how cuddly and affectionate he is!

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Honestly? Betrayed and hurt. He’s given you everything you could ever want and need, and you’re still fighting him. Part of him understands that no matter what he does, he still kidnapped you and no gifts or privileges will make you happy to be imprisoned with him.

The selfish and delusional part of him, however, gets irrationally angry. He would never hurt you, and isn’t inclined to scream, but he gets so cold and distant, after a week of him taking away some privileges and barely speaking to you, you’ll be crawling back begging for his comfort and care. You’re only human after all. The boredom and loneliness would be enough to kill you.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Absolutely not, he nearly has a heart attack when you attempt to escape. Your safety is his number one goal, so seeing you attempt something so dangerous terrifies him!

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?

Two things!

1. For the first few months, he’ll chain her when he leaves the cabin for longer than a few hours. Of course the chain will be long enough so she can walk to the bathroom and she’ll have enough food, but it’s heavy and inconvenient. After you’ve settled in and given up on escaping, he’ll stop chaining you. Good thing too, because those things were heavy, and chaffing!

2. If you’ve pissed him off somehow or have been bad, he will straight up isolate you. He’s the only other human being you have contact with, so imagine being deprived of all social interaction for months at a time. The first few days you’re almost relieved to have some time to yourself. He never bothered you too much, but you didn’t exactly enjoy his presence. But after a while, the loneliness will set in. You’ll be crawling back to him for forgiveness within a week.

Besides that he’s pretty tame for a yandere. He won’t hurt you or try to break you psychologically. He barely punishes you, so as long as you behave decently, you’re fine.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/ with their darling?

He wants to start a family with you! Due to his entire clan being wiped out, he’s the only one left. Kurapika wants you to have his children, desperately.

He knows it will take a while for you to get used to being kidnapped, so he won’t bring this up until after you’ve accepted your fate and fallen in love with him.

“Angel… dont you think… you’d be a great mother?”

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He gets incredibly jealous of anyone that gets too close to you. Before he took you, he would accompany you to little get together with your friends. You were pretty popular, getting hit on by multiple men and women.

“She’s not interested,” Kurapika would say, his eyes a sharp scarlet as he stood behind you, a protective hand on your shoulder. His eyes follow them as they leave, and once they’re gone he caresses your cheek. “Let’s leave, some of these people are creeps…”

He becomes a bit possessive of you over time, but you chalk it up to him being protective over his friends. You find it cute, not knowing how much of a red flag it is.

Once he takes you, his jealous and possessive tendencies dissipate, and it turns into a more protective nature. You don’t have any contact with other people, so he doesn’t feel the need to be jealous. The only contact you get is with Leorio when he comes to give you a checkup, and Kurapika watches him the entire time.

There’s no use trying to beg Leorio to get you out of there, he knows you’re being held against your will. Although he’s sympathetic, he cares about his friend more than you, and knows you being near Kurapika helps him relax. Kurapika also is more careful with his life, wanting to stay alive to protect and love you the rest of his days. So Leorio will just sigh, patting your back.

“Sorry, (Name), but I can’t help you. Kurapika needs you.”

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

In love, very sweet and soft. Although his darling might see him as a bit cold and stiff, he’s actually flustered, and trying to hide how much his heart is racing when you’re near.

He attempts to touch you as much as possible, even if it’s just lightly bumping you while passing you in the hallway. Kurapika knows you probably hate him now, and he won’t push you into being close with him, but he’ll take these little touches and use them for comfort.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

When he falls for you, he’s been your friend for a while now. At first he tries to distance himself, hoping those fuzzy feelings of love will go away, but when they don’t, they turn into almost an obsession.

He’ll buy you gifts and try to spend more time with you between missions, until he basically lives at your home. Before taking you, he becomes quite clingy, wanting to soak up all of your love and attention before you may hate him for kidnapping you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He acts pretty much the same, but he’s much more loving and sweet with you, doting on you a lot. Nothing is too good for his darling!

When around other people, he’s cold and distant, but as soon as you appear he’s brightening up a bit!

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He takes away the TV and other items used for entertainment, and if you’ve done something to hurt yourself he’ll chain you up. The restraint is less of a punishment, more of a way for his paranoid mind to relax knowing you can’t hurt yourself now that you’re chained to your bed.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He’s a very soft and forgiving yandere, and only takes away SOME privileges with very bad behavior. He’ll take away the TV, a few of your art supplies and maybe your switch. He’s very careful, leaving you with at least two things to keep you from going crazy with boredom, usually books and/or your journals to write in. After all, it’s a punishment, but it’s supposed to be for your own good. If he’s harming you, then it’s not working.

Kurapika would rather die than watch you become depressed and suicidal, so even when you haven’t been behaving, he tries to not be too upset with you and make sure he isn’t too harsh. Even if you made him angry, you’ll always be treated like a princess.

If you hurt yourself or attempt to end your life, he goes nearly insane with worry and guilt. Hadn’t he been providing you with enrichment and the best, most comfortable life possible? He knows he kidnapped you, but do you hate the life he’s given you so much that you’d rather die?

He’ll chain you up after this. It’s just a chain that attaches to your bed. He’ll unlock you for exercise and to take you to the bathroom, and be prepared to get used to him watching your every single movement. He WILL be watching you use the bathroom and shower. You won’t even be able to wipe yourself in peace, the embarrassment may just kill you. “Just ignore me. I’m simply making sure you don’t try anything.”

The worst thing he’ll do is ignore/isolate you. You’ll barely see him, and he won’t speak a single word to you until you’ve apologized and realized why he does what he does. “It’s for your own good. You can learn to accept that, or you can get used to being alone.”

Kurapika is perfectly content to just exist alongside you, he can wait forever.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Oh he’s almost endlessly patient. Kurapika may be a bit delusional in some aspects, but he is very aware that what he did to you is wrong. He won’t blame you for acting out or trying to escape, you’re human after all.

He’ll never expect you to fall in love with him, even if he desperately craves your touch. Kurapika will wait though, hoping you’ll see how much he cares for you, and maybe reciprocate his overwhelming feelings.

He only loses his patience when he’s already angry/stressed, and may yell a bit. He’s quick to apologize and remove himself from the room. Kurapika doesn’t want you to be afraid of him.

He’s only ever thrown a real tantrum once, ending up destroying the living room and scaring you half to death. Kurapika couldn’t apologize enough, and it was the first time he ever held you close to him and wouldn’t let you go. “God… please, please don’t be scared of me. I promise I would never hurt you, this isn’t your fault, fuck, (Name)… you’re shaking. I’m so sorry…”

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Nope. He would straight up kill himself after accomplishing his mission. If he can’t find you, he has no reason to keep living after he’s killed the phantom troupe and retrieved the scarlet eyes.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He feels extremely guilty, and on the first day of your capture, he keeps considering just taking you back before you wake up. The two of you were already friends, he’s terrified to see your opinion of him change.

But he pushes all of that away. He can never let you go, knowing that people want to hurt you because of your ties to him.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I think it’s pretty obvious to say it was the massacre of his clan that made him like this. He doesn’t want to lose the person he cherishes most after losing all of his family and friends.

You’re so precious to him, someone that would hold him after his nightmares and smile while baking him a birthday cake. He knows taking you away may make you hate him, but he can’t stand the thought of losing you. He once thought humanity was doomed, but you’re the only other human he sees any light in.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Absolute agony. Although your safety always comes first, Kurapika desperately wants you to be happy as well. He’ll try everything to cheer you up. Gifts, renting your favorite movies, making your favorite dishes, ordering your favorite takeout food…

“Oh angel, please… please don’t cry. I know it’s scary and upsetting to be here, but I promise… that you’re safe. Look, I brought you some dinner!”

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Kurapika is hellbent on making you happy and comfortable, so he goes to great lengths to spoil you with gifts and comfort items. Unlike most yanderes that would use this as an attempt to get you to like them, Kurapika spoils you purely because of his undying love for you, and his need to see you happy.

He’d do anything for you besides let you free. His heart is yours, and so is whatever your heart wants. Stuffed animals, your favorite snacks, nice clothes and jewelry, anything. Nothing is too good for you, if it makes you happy, even for a SECOND Kurapika is more than happy to get it for you.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He adores you through and through, so returning his affection and accepting his gifts will make him a lot more lenient. He’s willing to let you go outside, and if you build up his trust enough he might even let you go outside alone. There’s a fence surrounding your home, so he’s able to not worry too much…

If you’re able to climb that fence, you may have a chance at escaping! If he does catch you though, his heart will be shattered and he’ll have trouble trusting you for a long time. All the progress you both made will be gone.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No, he would not intentionally hurt his darling. Now, there is a chance he could grab her too hard and break a bone due to his strength, but this would absolutely shatter him. He’d be so much softer and lenient with you, healing your wound and holding you close as he sobs and begs for your forgiveness.

This is one of the times he considers letting you go. He’s supposed to protect you, and now he’s the cause of your pain… but his selfish heart refuses to let you free. He is more willing to let you go outside and explore though, as long as you hold onto his hand.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He worships the very ground you walk on. Kurapika is incredibly soft and sweet, and willing to give you endless affection and spoil you, if you would allow it. You’re the only thing keeping him from snapping, and you bring him so much happiness. He’s never been in love before, you’re all he has left.

He will buy anything, do ALMOST anything to win you over. Kurapika is the head of a mafia group, he has money to spend. Spoiling you is no problem for him, sometimes he’ll come home with his arms full of stuffed animals, new clothes, and sweets for you.

When you finally have sex for the first time, he spends the first hour between your legs, eating your pussy and cooing soft praise, telling you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are. It’s worship, for sure. He sees you as a perfect angel.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He pines over her for a good few months, then takes you when he realizes his enemies have caught wind of your existence. Kurapika wanted to get into a romantic relationship and have you come with him willingly, but life never seems to be fair to Kurapika.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Absolutely not. His darling is his everything, and he wouldn’t have gone through all the effort of making you happy just to break you. He wants you to be yourself, that’s who he fell in love with!

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[hinamie]

I am happy to announce that after an extended hiatus, commissions are open until I burn out for the foreseeable future !! I know it's long but please read the information below carefully if you're interested in paying me to draw ur guys <3

[PRICING] ❖ bust (chest-up): $45  ❖ half (waist-up): $60 ❖ ¾ (knee-up): $75 ❖ fullbody: $95

each additional character is +80% of base price [maximum 3 characters per commission!]

I may charge up to +25% of base price for more complex props/designs

all finished pieces will be at 350dpi, but I will choose the final canvas size unless otherwise requested.

your choice of render style: lined & coloured, painted, or somewhere in between! I am comfortable with all three options and pricing is unaffected; this is purely an aesthetic choice. If you aren't sure/have no preference, I will take liberty based on what I think would suit the piece best. This cannot be changed once I have reached the colouring stage, so choose wisely!

RENDER STYLE OPTION DETAILS I. lined & coloured: think traditional anime illustration-style pieces. Lineart can be smooth or scratchy at your request but is clearly visible within the piece regardless. ❖ examples: x x x x II. painting: blocky, textured shapes with visible brush stokes. Lineart is integrated into the piece to provide structure, but is not the main focus. ❖ examples: x x x x III. hybrid: what it says on the tin ! varies from piece to piece but features elements of both my lined and painted styles. No hard-set conventions, however lineart is typically used for detailed areas such as hair, whereas clothes and skin tend to look more painterly. ❖ examples: x x x x

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PLEASE HELP TRANS, DISABLED COUPLE IN TRANSPHOBIC STATE STAY HOUSED !!!

we had to leave our last job because im immunocompromised and our coworkers didnt mask which made me very ill for over a month... we don't know what to do. work from home jobs are more competitive than we expected, but at this point, in-person jobs are EXTREMELY difficult to find because we're trans and visibly GNC. we can't go outside without getting dirty looks and random people pushing past us in the grocery store, let alone find jobs that can accommodate our disabilities enough and still pay enough to survive. i can't do justice to the rising level of hostility towards trans people here. if we lose housing again, we will be in a VERY bad position because we literally have nowhere to go but the streets or maybe one of our respective rapists, which are both extremely dangerous situations made worse by the fact that we're trans and in the south with no support system... if anything bad happens, we're completely on our own out here.

we also still do not have enough to pay for our medications, so our physical and mental conditions are deteriorating.

we're just hoping to god we can get jobs, but even if we do, it's looking like we probably won't be able to earn enough to pay rent by the maximum possible due date which is the 15th of april.

we'll try to raise whatever we can ourselves, and i'll update this post if there are any new developments...

for now our goal is at least $1532

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[lunarianbeams]

Extensive protest gear/safety advice from a twitter thread. Additional images from thread will be in a reblog. Images described in read-more and in alt text.

link to full thread (link one)

link to free protest medical book "Riot Medicine" (link two) by Håkan Geijer (link three)

image id: Twitter thread from Gwen Snyder is uncivil @/ gwensnyderPHL

image one: Seeing people share that swim goggles are great against tear gas, which is something I used to believe and advise. Then I learned that blunt force to swim goggles can pop your eyes [out] of their sockets, so please don't wear swim goggles in situations where cops may assault you

image two: First tweet in image states "Plastic lab goggles are the way to go, ideally with ballistics protection so they don't shatter if you take a rubber bullet to the face. Contacts trap tear gas, and according to my ophthalmologist, polycarbonate glasses are your safest bet during protests." Second tweet in image states "A lot of plastic lab goggles are vented to prevent condensation, but you can use clear packing tape to seal them up. Conveniently, you can also leave the tape dangling a bit and then seal it back up when things get heated so condensation is less of a bother."

image three: first tweet in image states "Don't wear hanging jewelry or loose clothes, or anything fash/cops can hang grab and on to. It's best practice to cover your face (N95 it up to protect yourself/others), avoid wearing 'unique' or custom attire, and conceal tattoos. Wear your shoes that you can run in." second tweet in image states "You don't need a special solution to clean tear gas out of people's eyes. Water or saline in a cheap peri bottle is a godsend. Be careful not to touch the peri bottle to anyone's eyes directly if you're treating multiples, you don't want to be spreading infection inadvertently."

image four: first tweet in image states "Wet wipes are your friend. Clean any tear gas-exposed skin thoroughly and ASAP. I couldn't chop jalapenõs for at least a month after the 2020 gassings, my skin would burn just being around the oil in the air." second tweet in image states "Remove any tear gas-contaminated clothing ASAP. Keep it in a sealed plastic bag (ideally outside) until you can wash it (ideally multiple times). This is especially true if you have asthma or if you have pets - your clothes can give off chemicals that pets are very sensitive to."

image five: first tweet in image states "If you're thinking about a gas mask, do your research. The good ones are expensive, and there are a bunch of airsoft 'gas masks' that are just costume wear. Respirators and goggles together make a more affordable alternative." second tweet in image states "It's possible to reduce tear gas spread by covering a canister with a traffic cone, but the canisters are very hot and can explode, so be careful. DO NOT pick them up to toss them from the crowd unless you are wearing heat-protective gloves. They can burn you."

image six: first tweet in image states "Police will often fire smoke canisters along with tear gas to reduce visibility and increase confusion. There's not much you can do about that, but be aware." second tweet in image states "Tear gas is usually deployed not by a spraying mechanism, but by firing canisters into a crowd. These are heavy, metal projectiles. you do not want to take one to the head, and you should keep your eyes open and be ready to assist in case others do." third tweet states "Tear gas is an abortifacient. Not much you can do about that, but if you're pregnant or TTC [trying to carry] you should be very aware of that reality so you can make informed decisions on the ground."

image seven: first tweet in image states "'Rubber' bullets (also called baton rounds) are regular bullets covered in plastic. They are SUPPOSED to be fired at the ground so they hit people on a lower-impact rebound. In practice, cops will fire them directly at you. They are no joke." second tweet in image states "'Rubber' bullets can blind or maim you, especially when shot directly. Don't minimize the risk. If you take a body hit, ice packs help. When my partner got shot, we iced one site and not the other and the difference was MASSIVE. Consider carrying instant ice packs"

image eight: first tweet in image states "Know your local legal collective scene. If there's an arrest hotline, get that number on your arm in Sharpie. There's no guarantee you'll get a call, but if you do, use it to call them. Have quarters on your person for jail pay phones." second tweet in image states "Assume someone in your group chat is going to forget to lock their phone, and that cops will see what you've said in there. Be super-mindful about potentially incriminating speech." third tweet says "If you're white, mass arrests are really not the time to give police an earful. They'll often try and get their revenge by taking out their anger on the most vulnerable people in custody, especially nonwhite folks."

image nine: first tweet in image states "In my area, we generally recommend having an ID on you if you think you might get arrested (if you're engaging in jail-packing tactics, disregard). It's a personal choice, but it speeds up processing, which means you're less likely to get sent to county for the weekend." second tweet in image states "Don't thank cops at protests. Don't give them hugs and take cute photos with them. They aren't our friends, they use photos of that stuff for feel-good propaganda to counter accountability measures, and it makes the people they target feel like you don't have their back"

image ten: first tweet in image states "Prioritize your ability to run when it comes to footwear, but if you have steel toe shoes/boots that fit that need, that's a plus. Toes are vulnerable to police car trampling, and 'accidental' sideswiping by drivers who hate you and your cause." second tweet in image states "Photos are a complicated subject. Livestreaming is almost always a bad idea, since cops can use those streams to surveil, and since you may accidentally broadcast information that can be sued to identify or prosecute other protesters." third tweet says "Be very careful with night videography / photography at protests. I'm not going to say never do it, but be VERY mindful that folks tend to take more militant action at night and you don't want to accidentally incriminate anyone."

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Eternal Consolation Prize

@elriel-month | Powers & Possibilities

I've had this idea in my head since reading HOFAS (iykyk), and I'm so excited to share this one with you. Feysand are villains in this one, don't at me. It just made an interesting twist.

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Trigger warnings: Some angst and canon-compliant violence

Word Count: 2,196

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Elain had thought she had known true fear. Thought she’d faced the worst of it when she’d been stolen in the night and forced into the Cauldron against her will, ultimately fucking up her entire life when she was turned.

She thought she felt it again when the Cauldron had lured her into the heart of Hybern’s camp, believing she’d never see her family again. That those monsters would do the worst to her.

Then she thought she felt it when she saw Nesta and Cassian before the King, seconds from death, only to be saved by her stepping out of a shadow and using Truthteller to deliver the killing blow to the now-dead King.

In the short lifespan of her Fae life, Elain had faced death and fear like a second skin and walked away. Somehow, she walked away.

But not this. There would be no walking away from the invisible shackles her court, her family, had thrust upon her. Words were being spoken, but she couldn’t hear them.

She was suffocating within her mind.

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