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mazeinthemiroh · 11 months

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This is a super silly request, but it popped into my mind while watching tiktoks lol.

How would ATEEZ react if you were watching a thirst trap tiktok of another member for a *little too long*.

ateez reactions to their s/o watching a thirst trap of another member

genre: crack, slight angst ig? suggestive if you squint?? idk

warnings: cursing

please like and reblog if you enjoy :)))

hongjoong

if you know what's good for your health you would never do this! but one day when he's been teasing and messing with you relentlessly you thought you would give him a piece of his own medicine. when he catches you watching a thirst trap of yunho, his eyebrow raises slowly as he tries to figure out how exactly he is going to punish you for this...

seonghwa

he is lowkey traumatised and highkey judging you. gives you a massive side-eye, like you guys know how judgemental his looks can be. his face sort of turns into a grimace as he cringes at the thirst trap before him. probably the type to cover your eyes and tell you you're too innocent for stuff like that when you're not

yunho

will probably watch it with you, to be honest. only out of sheer curiosity. he just thinks the whole thirst trap thing is still a very new and funny thing for him and he's seen some of himself before. but by a couple of seconds of the edit you're showing him he's already at his limit and he's like "nahhh i'm good"

yeosang

yeosangie is always trying to peak at what you're doing on your phone, especially if you guys are cuddled up together or he's bored. the last thing he would think of seeing was a thirst trap of one of his members. he would nudge you and look at you accusingly whilst trying not to laugh out of pure surprise.

san

don't do this to him. like... just don't. not only will he be jealous, but he will probably end up questioning your relationship because he's dramatic like that. "well if wooyoung is so hot then why don't you go out with him instead?" sooooo pouty please kiss his pout away and tell him your love him.

mingi

no because have yall seen that video of him reacting to yodelling because THAT'S THE FUNNIEST SHIT I'VE EVER SEEN> anyways his reaction is similar to that - mouth open and eyes wide, not really sure what to do but trynna be there for the vibes. he deadass doesn't know how to respond??

wooyoung

watches the thirst trap with you over your shoulder before calling you a pervert. like, what did you expect? but also "do you watch stuff like that with me in it?" he's such a dumbass like pick a struggle woo i love him. no because if you say yes he will start giggling like who is this guy.

jongho

very similar to seonghwa's reaction actually. he gives you a disapproving look and like he's so judgemental anyways why did you do this to yourself?? he scolds you for watching a member that wasn't him and can't help but feel a little jelly but doesn't let it show at all.

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greenticklerdreams · 20 days

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15 questions for 15 friends:

Hi, @lady-featherquill and @missamyrisa2! I’m honored that two such illustrious writers would think of me.

Were you named after anyone?: Nope! My mom may have gotten the name from a soap opera she was watching, though… but that might just be one of my dad’s lame jokes, lol.

When was the last time you cried?: The ending of Godzilla Minus One. I’m serious.

Do you have kids?: Nada.

What sports do you play/have you played?: I played tennis when I was in junior high and early high school! Was big into it for a while … and then we moved and my new high school didn’t have a team. Had a thriving theatre program, though! I’m ultimately very thankful for that.

Do you use sarcasm?: Me?? Psshhh. Nahhh. 😉

What is the first thing you notice about people?: Tough question. IRL… probably the way they carry themselves? The way they move through space. I also notice how they say things… phrases, reactions. Does that make sense? … Maybe this is too deep. I notice clothing style, too! Not in a critical way, just assessing. As for online, I WILL notice your texting style. Perfect grammar, all lowercase no punctuation, how often you use emojis and how. Just warning y’all.

What's your eye color?: Brown, tending more toward honey/amber than black. (My brother has super dark brown eyes like the latter and I’m only a little envious.)

Scary movies or happy endings?: Happy endings, definitely. I can’t handle scary movies at all, let alone downer endings. … I never did watch that Cyberpunk anime. I should get to that…

Any talents?: Writing. Acting. I’m a fast reader. Projecting my voice. Memorizing lines. ... a lot of these are related to acting, haha.

Where were you born?: Louisiana! And then got moved away before I was even a year old, so I don’t exactly remember it.

What are your hobbies?: Reading, writing, video games, listening to music, TTRPGs (GMing and playing). Typical nerd! I also like walks, casual hikes, and trying new coffeehouses.

Do you have any pets?: Sadly, no… I miss having dogs. And I love cats, but I’m allergic to them… it sucks.

How tall are you?: 5’7”, and a lot more confident about it than I used to be! (I know it’s kind of the stereotypical “bitter guy” height, lol. It’s fine, I probably shouldn’t go into politics anyway. 😆)

Favorite subject in school?: English, hands down.

Dream job?: I wish I knew. It would be fun to be creative for a living – a writer, or one of those streaming D&D Dungeon Masters – but it might also drain me of the creativity I need for my hobbies. I’d like to do something that actually helps people, charity work or something. I know I sound really driftless for a 30-something… I just care more about my life outside of my job, y'know? And I’d like to get out of finance one day, man.

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loveylo · 9 months

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rottmnt!Mikey vs the need to sleep (a silly drabble)

hey gang i am unable to sleep so i decided to let the writers aura take over me, this is probably gonna be bad LMAOO

TCEST DNI THIS IS FAMILIAL LOVE/AFFECTION!!! I HAVE A BAT!!!

no TWs from what i know of? mostly just about Mikey and her inability to sleep. small mentions of nightmares, but it's all mostly fluff!

Headcanons/Tags for this oneshot:

He/She Raphael

They/It Donnie

She/Her Mikey

He/Him Leo

all of them are audhd sorry i don't make the rules !!!

this is after the movie btw!!!! not gonna go too much into it tho :3

FLUFF AND COMFORT!!!!!!!! ANGST IS NOT MY STRONG SUIT!!!!!

For the past three hours, Michelangelo Hamato has been unable to lay down and rest. Now you see, in the Hamato household, this wouldn't be a big issue! Mikey could just wander over to Raphael's train cart and cuddle under her blanket-like arms, no biggie. Except, it WAS a biggie.

Mikey, as tired and desperate for sleep as she is, is also restless. So restless in fact, that NOTHING satiates her need to do something. She tried painting, playing video games (calm ones! for your information, donnie!), watching cat videos, and even just meditating! MEDITATING! These truly were desperate times.

The only solution? Scream into a pillow.

"Uhhh... Mikester?" Leo's voice cuts through the screaming sesion.

Mikey bolts up, wide eyes staring straight at Leo, "Y-Yeah? Wussup Leo?"

"You uh," Leo gestures to the pillow, "You good there?" And what the hell was Mikey supposed to say to that?

'Nothing! LOLZ!' or maybe 'Ya'know how it be! Just a silly nightmare!' OR MAYBE 'It feels like my entire body is writhing to do something but nothing is the something my brain desires'

But all that comes out is a meek, "Not really..."

Leo's eyes soften at the confession. Letting out an affectionate sigh, he crosses the barrier into the orange one's train car, and holds out a hand.

"Turtle pile? Just you an' me, or all of us?" it's a quiet question.

"Yes please, all of us." and a quiet answer.

A pile of green limbs and multicolored blankets sit in front of the TV. Donnie is already snoring away, tired from their days work. Raph is curled up around his three younger siblings, a wall to the outside world. Mikey and Leo were the only ones with their eyes still open, watching the end credits scroll past the screen.

Leo was clearly on the verge of passing out, yet Mikey still sat restless.

"You can rest y'know," She whispered. Her head sat upon Leo's left shoulder, content.

"Nahhh," Leo starts before devolving into a yawn. He continues anyways, "I am just DYING to know who made all those special effects!

"The special effects cast were shown on screen like... 10 seconds ago Lee..."

"Hmm, I dunno what you're talkin' about Mikester! Last I saw, the camera crew were being shown."

"That's because that was the last time you had your eyes OPEN, dude."

Leo rolls his eyes, "Besides," he changes the subject. "I wanna keep you company, big guy. Don't want ya' to be lonely!"

Mikey smiles softly. Huffing a laugh, she leans more of her weight into Leo. "I don't think I'll be lonely, I have you guys with me."

Leo hums and closes his eyes. There's no need to answer with words. He reaches an arm over, and pulls his sister closer. It's warm.

"Ya' sure you'll be okay if I sleep?"

"I'll be okay."

And he knows she means it.

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kxllerblond · 3 years

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Anonymous ASKED: 💞 + This might sound silly, but what are clark's thoughts on sex? does he particularly like it, or does he not really care one way or another? Is it something that's frequently on his mind, or does it hardly ever come to mind unless prompted? how does he feel about it in general? (meme)

Unlucky for you, I have a whole meta I’ve just never written on this topic...

So there’s a few factors to consider when talking about Clark and his relation with sex. 1. He uses sex to get things. It’s a tool. 2. He needs it to continue his pseudo immortality. It’s for survival. 3. When he finds someone he clicks with, sex is just a fun and intimate thing.

Typically, sex is NOT on Clark’s mind. He’s demisexual and on the grey spectrum. When he’s not in any sort of emotionally invested relationship—it’s just a tool and a tool for survival. It’s a means to an end. He doesn’t CRAVE it, he doesn’t look at people of interest and have the possibility of it cross his mind. Unrelated but related, that’s probably why he makes such a good Dominant outside of relationships because it’s essentially him just doing a JOB. Like it’s work, there’s no real PERSONAL enjoyment. It’s very professional and Clark is VERY good at being professional.

When he IS in an emotionally invested relationship, he can shift to being pretty allo-typical. I wouldn’t go as far as to say hypersexual, but when Clark’s invested in someone at that level he craves and wants and etc.

I think it boils down to Clark feeling neutral and disinterested in sex in general but when it’s paired with someone he has a deeper connection to THEN it becomes something of interest.

#but also even then he can live without it?? like if he was paired with a full on asexual or otherwise #in a situation where the partner couldnt or didnt want to engage in intercourse like thatd be fine #just beyond like the respect aspect. physically he'd be chill too #sex in relationships with clark is just like. a fun extra. he can vibe without it though and still ykno. be head over heels for someone #also nahhh not silly i love questions like this :)#(;ask: hc)#(;ask: nsfw)#Anonymous

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sorathemasterofmasters · 4 years

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Odd question, I know, but would you like a sandwich?

Master Reports Extract

“Will you and your son be having the deluxe menu?” The youthful-looking Master of Masters laughed himself hoarse as Luxu gave a heartfelt whine. “Other way around miss” The waitress blushed as the laughing Master of Masters gently corrected her wiping away tears of mirth “Would you be interested in dating my son by any chance? He's a bit high strung but I hear women love the scars-” “Be quiet!” Luxu hissed slapping a hand over the Master of Masters mouth only to pull back disgustedly as he was licked. The waitress giggled at the father-son byplay “Anyway we’ll take the deluxe menu-” the Master of Masters sighed disapprovingly at Luxu who squirmed in his seat “-it’s about time my son actually ate something healthy, something else other than sandwiches ALL THE TIME, yes, I saw that!” Leave it to the Master of Masters to make Luxu feel like he was a child again by criticizing his bad eating habits. Still, Luxu was a grown man so he straightened up and pretended he wasn't bothered, The Master of Masters just thought little Luxu trying to adult was adorable “Don't you have any shame?” Luxu grumbled disgustedly wiping his hand with a convenient napkin. The Master of Masters assumed a thinking pose "Shame - a product of psychological pressure imposed on the individual by the collective expectations of society" The Master of Masters shrugged “Nahhh, I actually feel better when I don't conform to silly primitive social nonsense conceived by societies for the wealthy elite to make themselves feel important and or relevant and used to assume some illusionary power over those too stupid to know better." The Master of Masters paused and perked up beaming at Luxu who recoiled slightly in alarm "Aaand did I detect a hint of minty freshness earlier?" Luxu steamed in embarrassment as another group at a nearby table shot them looks and the waitress trembled in place with amusement “I moisturize, you old fossil! Just because you're pretty much forever young doesn't mean the rest of us can’t dream!” The Master of Masters pointedly ignored Luxu and turned to the still waiting waitress “-and as demonstrated unlike the vast majority of men my son is well trained in the art of hygiene and once you get past his gruff exterior there is a sensitive man-” Luxu shoved the nearest napkin in The Master of Masters face with a subtle magnet spell to stick it there over his one functioning eye leaving the grown man to flail like a cat with cheese on its face and turned to the now red-faced with suppressed laughter waitress. “We'll also take three of the most expensive champagne bottles you have in stock, two for us and one for your trouble, on my old man here” The Master of Masters squawked in dismay, blinded as he was, by a napkin.

No, MoM!Sora would not like a sandwich, he is, in fact, sick to death of sandwiches after watching Luxu eat them for breakfast, lunch and dinner through his Gazing Eye for decades and knowing he taught Luxu better than that. Luxu never grew out of the ‘eat like a bachelor’ phase, MoM!Sora disapproves and teasingly points this out by playing the unwanted wingman for Luxu to get his point across. Luxu however has learned to speak ‘MoM!Sora-ish’ and can give just as good as he gets, unlike his younger years when conversations with MoM!Sora usually left him completely bewildered. And yes as soon as MoM!Sora unblinded himself he turned into his merman form and smacked Luxu across the face with his tail then went into a sulk.

In other news, Xigbar’s identity as Luxu has been rumbled the same way MoM!Sora’s was uncovered.

#TheMasterReportsAU #AskMoM!Sora #sora!master of masters #MoM!Sora #Sora As the Master of Masters #sora kh #master of masters #kingdom hearts #cornhobble #The Cornhobbling II: The Mermans Revenge

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all-hail-the-witcher · 5 years

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you make me feel like I'm loved

well well well

I finished my writing homework and decided to write a little something of my own. its based off a song buts its Fairly Obvious so I'm not saying which one hehe

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ship: ralbert

genre: hurt comfort

warnings: anxiety attack, talk about death/death trigger, ummm, like half a sentence of potentially suicidal thoughts, loud music, race is a good boyfriend okay

words: 1196

editing: nahhh

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Well, this was not how Albert had been expecting to spend his 19th birthday. Mush had decided to throw him a huge party at the diner his aunt owned, closing early and everything just for the occasion, despite the fact that Albert had insisted many times that he did not like his birthday and he especially did not like parties. Mush clearly had not listened. His boyfriend Blink was DJing some trashy pop crap that Albert had also insisted (many times) that he did not like. Blink and Mush could be horrendously stubborn when they wanted to be.

So, in hindsight, Albert really should have really expected the fact that he was going to spend his 19th birthday in the bubblegum pink bathroom at Mush’s Aunt’s diner. By himself. Having an anxiety attack.

What a way to ring in his last year of teenagerdom.

“C’mon DaSilva,” he muttered as he gripped the sink as if that would be able to reestablish his grip on reality. “Get a fuckin grip.” However, his dumb mind decided to process this as grip the sink tighter and not reality. Fuckin figures.

With a frustrated sigh he let go of the sink, opting instead to play with the increasingly uncomfortable bowtie that Race had made him put on. He hated bow ties. He never wore them. The only one that he owned was from his 10th grade play when he had to play the hostess at a very fancy restaurant. And it was Chartreuse green.

He tugged at the bowtie uncomfortably, his rough movements greatly contrasting Race’s earlier gentle ones. At the sudden thought of his boyfriend Albert slammed his hands back down onto the sink to avoid collapsing onto the floor.

He was older now. Being older meant being closer to death. He was going to die sooner. And leave everyone behind. Leave Race behind. How could Race even be with him, how could he look at him much less kiss him when he knew that one day he would just cease to exist and leave him behind, especially since it was bound to be sooner rather than later because if he was just going to die anyway than why not just do it-

“Stop” he said through gritted teeth, forcing himself to try to take a few deep breaths. At some point during his concentration, his hands became unclenched from the sink and his knees gave out as he plopped onto the floor as he began tapping on his upper thighs. It helped, but still the very thought of having to go back out to the party made him want to curl up into a ball and cry.

Eventually he came to the conclusion that he was going to have to sneak out the back. That was alright. He didn’t fit in with his friends here anyway and they wouldn’t miss him, probably wouldn’t even notice that he was gone to be honest. He was just the forgettable, disposable friend. So much so that no one would notice if he deserted his own damn birthday party.

Slowly, Albert worked at dragging himself up off of the floor, willing his numb legs to cooperate with him. The back exit was just down the hall from the bathroom, he could make it, probably. He put his hand on the wall to steady himself and was about to walk toward the exit when he remembered that he had left his phone at the table. Groaning loudly, he turned around to make his way back to the table.

He braced himself for the loud music as he entered the diner once again, fully planning to make a beeline for first his phone and then the backdoor, but his plan was foiled by an overenthusiastic Romeo thrusting a glass of something - maybe chocolate milk - into his hand and screaming loudly about something. Albert’s whole body froze in shock, concentrating on nothing except not dropping the glass in his hands.

He must have been concentrating really, really hard because the next thing he knew Race was taking the glass from his hand and downing it, Romeo nowhere to be found.

Albert jumped a little bit, both at the shock of Race taking the glass and Race himself. Shouldn't Race hate him now that he was older? Why was he still here? Why-

But before Albert’s thoughts could take over again, he felt Race’s hand take his own shaking one. When had his hand started shaking? Race had his trademark smirk on his face, although Albert could see in his eyes that he knew something was off. However, that didn't stop him from mouthing Shall we dance? and quirking one eyebrow in question.

Albert found himself nodding despite his numb legs, something about his boyfriend’s presence calming him, and Race led him to the center of the diner where Mush had pushed back all of the tables to form a makeshift dance floor. Head still clouded with unwanted thoughts, Albert found it slightly difficult to focus on his surroundings, but he was able to discern that Blink must have out on a slow song due to the swaying couples he was just able to make out around him.

He allowed Race to place his floppy limbs around his neck, trusting his instinct that was telling him Race wouldn’t do anything he wasn't comfortable with. In a matter of a few short seconds, his head was pressed against the crook of Race’s neck and they were swaying back and forth to music that Albert could hardly hear.

Slowly, Albert’s insecurities melted away as he focused on simple things such as the texture of Race’s button down shirt, the scent of his cologne, and the lyrics of the song Blink was playing which seemed to consist exclusively of the words “I got you, it’s alright.”

It took Albert several moments to realize that that was not actually the song, but his boyfriend whispering in his ear.

Sighing contentedly, Albert let the last of his negative thoughts slip away as he lifted his head to gently kiss Race’s lips.

He felt Race smile against him. “Hey, there’s my handsome boyfriend,” he murmured, just loud enough for Albert to hear above the music.

“Sorry,” Albert muttered. “I don't know what happened.”

Race seemed entirely unbothered. “It’s okay. I’m glad I was able to help you though. I didn't want you to leave before you got to eat your cake.”

Albert exhaled against Race’s shoulder, a knowing silence passing between the two of them.

“Thank you,” he finally said.

He felt Race pull away slightly. “For what?”

“For making me feel like I’m loved.”

“Oh, Albie,” Race sighed. “I do love you. And so does everyone else here, no matter what that silly head of yours tells you alright? I love you, and I’ll love you no matter what age you are.”

Of course his boyfriend had figured out what had caused his earlier breakdown. Albert couldn't help but feel like a small child as he pulled back to look up at Race. “You promise?”

“Pinky promise,” Race said, kissing his forehead.

Suddenly, being 19 didn't sound too terrible after all.

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sarahnogueira · 7 years

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the best deceptions

i’m the strongest person i will ever know, but also i’m the biggest deception my family ever had. i can deal even with death, but lack of freedom is something i will never get used to. and that’s why i’m so proud of myself. God bless me.

i’m someone who are not afraid. if i want to do something, i will do it, and i will do with faith. i run after every dream and i fight for what i want. because of this i’m so sure of my maturity, i know i’m ready to make the best choices to my life and i trust myself and in God for that. i will make mistakes in the way, but do you know a better teacher then your own mistakes?

well, i had depression in my teenager years. no one knows that, no one understood that, no one have any idea of what that was for me. i used to have death thoughts, i cried and dreamed about death. and i’m more sure than never that those feelings are not a wish of ending my life, but of ending my pain. that was a scream for “i wanna live”. i used to say to myself “everything is going to be ok”, “you are stronger than this”, “it’s just a bad day, not a bad life”, i was pushing it hard, i was doing my best, but almost everyday, usually in the night, i was broke again (even with all my strength) and my biggest wish was to end all of that. (i’m crying while i write this)

was the hardest time of my life and i never could talk about that with anyone because i did not had anyone who would help me. my parents used to say “you have everything, stop it”, my friends would have laughed because i never showed any sign. my faith in God was almost zero at the time, because He has been introduced to me like someone who only make non-sense rules, and was like nahhh. i decided to follow and make my own path and try to be happy and free through it. i wanted to hangout with friends, have my social medias with privacy, make some cool piercings, wear pants, go to the movies, listen to justin bieber (yeah, that was forbidden!), and laugh about silly stuff till the sun rise. but what did i? i did all of that, but hidden. they told me that all of that do not belong to God and i would go to hell. with that, my faith was almost gone. how could i believe that the same God who is love will send me to hell if i go to the movies? i even looked for other God, but of course, i did not find.

there’s a day which i became free and then the free story started. was hard in the beginning, but i was happy. also i was in a new world and looking for new adventures. i learned so many things. i have been so lonely for some time in my life that this time was like being in disneyland. i was doing everything i wanted, but something was not right, i had something missing. GOD. of course! but whaaaat? well, i kept going on the church but i was there for friends and social, not for religion or love. till my friend invited me to her church and i did go to a camp in a holiday, and then everything has changed. i see and i understood what i was looking for my entire life. how could that be the same God of my childhood but so different? so lovely and no rules? i felt freedom. yes. i though my freedom was in the world, but was in Jesus Christ. i was free through Him, and because of that i had now a choice to not sin and to be a child of God. i knew that was a process and still is because i’m still being changed. but meeting and acepting The King of the universe was a milestone in my life.

i kept going and i had highs and lows in my path, but i have never said no again or turned my back to God. my relationship with Him was and still is hard, i admit, because i had such a bad image of the gospel that to undo this in my mind was really a miracle. to make me believe again was like a battle inside me. but i won this one, and i’m even stronger in my faith now. i’m pretty sure that God has a plan for me to use me and my life in ways i can not understand or see. God have said to me so many times that what i need to do is to open totally my heart and let Him in, to let Him be in the control of my life, to trust in Him. He knows how much i want to do that and how much i try it, but it is not easy at all for me, i will do that, i just do not know how to open that way after everything i have been through, but i’m giving in His hands all the control to do whatever He wants in His time. i want to be best friend with Jesus, and i will not conform with a rase relationship, i want to be like Paul, i want to preach the gospel and show people what Christ truly is because when you see the love in Him, it is impossible to not fall in love with and become a follower. i want to show people that religion is not saving anyone, religion only set people apart, and that is exactly the opposite of the plan of God. if i who was created inside the church, had this fake vision of God, can you imagine the ones who only sees the leaders spreading hate and the media saying unreal stuff? think about the vision you have about islamism and violence, now let me tell you: that is the minority! and you can not define a religion or his people by that. now you see what people have done with cristianity? they tried to turn it into a religion, but God is making a movement in Brazil to show us again the real meaning of the cross, of the gospel. this will be different.

well... lets keep the talking about the deception. a week ago my parents discovered that i have drinked sometimes and then i became the decepcion of the family. i’m going to hell, i’m not worthy of the effort that they are making and they even said that the graduation dream that they used to have for me is now over because they now think i can not do it. my father blocked me on whatsapp and just said “go to Aleppo then i want to see if you will have depression”, he said he do not want me in his house, i’m literally out of the family. all of this because of some rare drinks that did not make any difference in my life. the harder part is to hear that your depression was a joke, that you do not know what is best for you, that you are a failure and you do not have a voice. it is hard to hear that after all that i have been through, my truth does not matter because i’m wrong in so many ways that i do not even deserve their compassion. i felt unloved and now my father will not talk to me anymore (like for months if not forever) because i had a drink. my mother keep having nightmares with me, in one i’m in the mouth of a dog, another one i’m smoking and the last one i’m pregnant. my mother even said that if some “desgrace” happen to me, they will not take any responsability for that, like if a pregnancy and a baby was a desgrace and not a blessing. does not matter if it is a not wished pregnancy, God dreamed about that kid too. this hurts mostly for someone who says that is a christian role model, but you do not see Christ in the person. if you do not have compassion for your own child, how can you help the marginalized? only with Christ’s love... the question is: do you have it? i really do not know the meaning, i honestly do not know what to do. the bible do not forbid us to drink, on the contrary, it says to do it with wisdom and balance. so for this way, i do not think i’m wrong. i’m wrong in the way that i was not obeying my parents and that’s the reason i will stop it (actually i used to drink once in a lifetime, so no difference). i trully hope to someday become a familly with them again and that God makes me forget about the hard words that they said to me, because everyday i wake up and think that if i make any mistake i do not even know where i will be. i have to be perfect and be a pattern. they only forgot that this is not who i’m at all, but it is easier to pretend now than in my teenager’s years. and i pretend so many things that is even hard to remember what was not a reality. i could not have a boyfriend when all my friends are dating and enjoying their youth, and i guess that is now why i’m totally against marriage for me and i do not get to stand in any relationship. i could not wear normal clothes for my age, there was a time when i was so uppset to only wear skirts that i asked to my friend to lend me a pant, and then i changed my clothes in a public bathroom of a mall, and maybe that is why i had a time in my life when i wanted to be almost naked, with small clothes thinking that was pretty, my bad. one time my mother said God will not go along with me anymore because i was listening music that was not gospel, and that was justin bieber. dude, for real... is this rigidity that traumatized me. well, the tragedy is personal, it is engraved in the soul. we stop being happy, but we become a better person.

daddy, papaizinho, i love you with all my heart but i wish i could disappear so you do not have to see me again and feel disappointed when you look me in the eye. i wanted you to understand me, as i understood you when you spent months without looking me in the face for no reason living in the same house, but i respected you. i wanted you to trust me, as a trusted you when you took me the worst city i have ever been. i wanted you to believe me, as i believed in you every single day in my life (and still do). i wanted you to know better about forgiveness, as i already did for you when you said you do not want to know about me, but hey, even if you do not regret of that, i forgive you because lack of forgiveness causes cancer in the soul. i wanted us to be friends, as my friends are with their parents, i feel really bad for not being allowed to tell you and my mother about my mistakes, my craziness, my problems, my dates, my feelings, my wishes. our relationship will never be the same again, but what i hope the most is that you can finally be happy, and i wish you to find yourself and meaning in this life! i admire you and appreciate everything you still do for me, i will never be able to express how grateful i am and how much you have done for me. you gave me everything, thank you!

the most strange thing is how this all happened. my parents had my facebook entirely open in their cellphones and i do not know how. but in the middle of this rejection i felt something strange: peace. as if was God saying: “that is the truth and transparency you need in your life, no more lies from now on”. like if it was a new beginning, mostly for me, because i’m in the most quite time in my life, i was in such a big peace, such a good time. people was actually seeing a change in me. and then the bomb exploded. thank God for that. my father blocked my credit card too and even that i’m seeing with good eyes and a good way to make an economy. for real, my friends are asking me if i’m normal because they would probably be dying if they was in my place right now. i can not say that i’m not uppset and desappointed that my father is capable of let me in my first “mistake”. “you will be happy, but first you will be strong” (and cold) said life. when i think the “STAY STRONG” has ended to me, God shows me that this is for a lifetime. He also showed me gratitude because today i may be falling apart but i’m much better than i was years ago, i’m not in depression again and i’m still free, without money, but free. and in this time i see what life is really about, or do you think Jesus called us for the money and material? no, he called us for FREEDOM. that’s the word, and that’s more than enough for me! i’m so grateful and i value that so much because was God who put me here in this city. if was not for Him, i would be death and without forgiveness. you may not understand that and why i have said that so many times but it is because this is the role meaning of my life. that is the reason i’m alive and more than that: living, because alive is not enough for this cause. so now on, i can do everything for the cause of Christ, i’m already free. WE ARE NO LONGER SLAVES!

all the “best deceptions” and the “clever cover story” awards go to me.

that’s why i’m my BEST DECEPTION, i can let people down but i’m strong in my soul. i’m proud of how i changed and grew up. i may be a failure for you but God says i’m not. that is the only thing that matters. i’m sorry if i hurted you, if i’m not who you think i’m supposed to be. i want to be who Christ says i’m because my identity is found in Him. and He is not religion, He is not protestant or catholic, He is King, He is the LOVE itself. stop to put your denomination and religion on this! save people, that is what the world really needs. make the difference, and most of all: have love. because you can only offer what you have, so i wish you love! pure love.

my motive here is to bless your life with my hope and faith. and to show you that life makes you stronger, but God makes you free! there is nothing you can not do with that. do it now.

for we trust in our God and through his unfailing love, WE WILL NOT BE SHAKEN. though the battle rages we will stand in the fight, though the armies rise up against us on all sides, we will not be shaken. for in the hour of our darkest day we will not tremble, we won't be afraid. hope is rising like the light of dawn. our God is for us, he has overcome all those against him will fail. for our God is stronger, He can do all things. no higher name, we can call for Jesus is greater, WE CAN DO ALL THINGS.

with love,

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2016 Fic Roundup!

Wow okay so first off this was my most productive fic year ever (yes i only started publishing stuff in 2015 it’s still true) and thank you to all 226 followers on here, all 3404 followers on my main, all 28 people subscribed to me on ao3, and everyone else who gave me a chance this year. You all rock <3

☆ Indicates the fics I’m most proud of

I Like... (bokuaka, 1.5k) - February 15

Written for tumblr user @malfettooru for the Haikyuu!! Valentine's Day Fic Exchange 2016!

Prompt: Person A starts to receive sticky notes in front of their locker door. They irk him at first but later guiltily admits that it’s cute and very heartwarming, though he has no idea who sends them. One day after practice ends, he caught the sight of Person B stealthily slipping a confession letter into his locker.

In which the mystery is solved before Akaashi even starts to investigate it.

☆ MitAoSI 2: Coherence (tsukkiyama w/ side kiyoyachi, bokuaka, kuroken, 47k) - Started November 15, 2015, finished February 22

You can fly as high as you want to, I'll be there to catch you if you fall.

In which Tsukishima Kei falls asleep in a limo, runs faster than he's ever run before, remembers just how adorable he was at age twelve, finds out his time at the top is limited, and realizes he might be okay with that.

Final Destination (tsukkiyama, 1.2k) - February 28

Yamaguchi says he can't do double replacement reactions.

Tsukishima says he can't use a simile correctly.

Neither of them are correct in their assumptions.

☆ Smooth Seas (tsukkiyama, 1.7k) - March 13

Love sounds like crashing waves, the piano, and the sound of your voice...

Get Ready, Get Set... (gen, 1.9k) - March 14

It was a thing at Kitagawa Daiichi, apparently. Not like anyone else understands.

Or, the Pretty Setter Squad™ gets together for some reason and plays the worst best game ever.

A Kenma Sandwich (levkenhina, 755) - April 10

All Kenma ever wanted was to sleep.

drabbles from mitaosi-verse (tsukkiyama, 3.2k) - Started December 7, 2015, updated April 13

In which a pair of unlikely heroes gain a new asset, control their chemistry teacher's mind, have an extensive telepathic conversation instead of paying attention in class, become some of the most popular people in the country, and cuddle way more than should be legal.

Among other things.

A collection of mitaosi-verse drabbles and side stories.

(^_-) (kiyoyachi, 909) - April 17

From: Yachi Hitoka 4:42 PM Sugawara-san, can I ask you a weird question?

To: Yachi Hitoka 4:42 PM Yes...? What is it?

From: Yachi Hitoka 4:43 PM Is Shimizu-senpai single?

☆ Oikawa Tooru Has Great Intentions (iwaoi, kyouhaba, kinkuni, 3.4k) - May 23

Oikawa tries to get the rest of his team together, and Iwaizumi is somehow dragged along

Simple Things (tsukkiyama, 1k) - June 2

The moment was simple, but like all the other simple things, Tadashi couldn’t ask for much better.

Sawamura Daichi, Nice to Meet You :D (daisuga, 1.6k) - July 20

At some point during your childhood, you recieve your Journal. Everything you write also appears in your Soulmate's Journal, but it's up to you to find each other. And Sugawara Koushi just happened to find Sawamura Daichi by chance.

☆ The Excruciatingly Beautiful Process of Falling In Love (As Told By Tsukishima Kei Over Ten Chaotic, Wonderful Years) (tsukkiyama, 13k) - August 27

"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard" - Winnie the Pooh

☆ I Like Us Better When We’re Wasted (iwaoi, ushiten, matsuhana, 1.9k) - Started July 30, updated August 29

“Do you secretly hate me -” Oikawa stops dead in his tracks, narrowing his eyes. “You two have to hate me to pull something like this.” “Don’t be silly, Oikawa, we love you.” Matsukawa grins. “Not as much as Iwaizumi does, but we still love you.” Hanamaki fist-bumps Matsukawa without even looking, and Iwaizumi disowns every part of him that thought this was a good idea.

Rest in Pieces, Tsukki (tsukkiyama, 640) - September 27

Three strikes and Kei was out.

☆ Semi-Conscious (tsukkiyama, 780) - October 24

Kei's cute when he's sleepy. Tadashi doesn't know how to deal with it.

Damsel in Distress (ushiten, 1.2k) - October 30

At one point in his life, Tendou Satori wished he could be a cartoon villain. Not anymore.

Sweater Weather (tsukkiyama, 1.6k) - November 9

Yamaguchi Tadashi's sixteenth birthday is just a normal day. Mostly.

Forty Days (semishira, 927) - November 11

All Eita wants is to come home, but a birthday Skype call can suffice in the meantime.

Semishira Weekend Day 1: Happy Birthday/Pocky Day

Come On It’s Lovely Weather for a Sleigh Ride Together With You (tsukkiyama, 1.3k) - November 12

It hasn't snowed in Torono in years, and Tadashi has every intention to take advantage of that, whether Kei likes it or not.

Merry Crisis (semishira, 953) - November 13

Who had the bright idea to bring mistletoe to the Shiratorizawa Christmas party anyway?

Semishira Weekend Day 3: Karaoke/Free Prompt

Sleepers (kugushiba, 2.7k) - December 8

In which Shibayama Yuuki finds a guy in the library with a green hoodie and a suspiciously similar wrist tattoo to his own.

The Adventures of Stubborn and Petty (tsukkiyama, 573) - December 11

“What was that for?” “Revenge.” Tadashi grinned. “Petty, aren’t we?” Kei smirked.

Deck The Halls With Boughs of Volley (Falalalala lala la la) (kagehina, 772) - December 24

Gift-giving is not Kageyama Tobio's specialty.

☆ ☆ ☆ Camp Cantabile (kagehina, tsukkiyama, iwaoi, kuroken, levyaku, kyouhaba, matsuhana, ushiten, semishira, daisuga, among others, 34k) - Started May 1, updated December 24

Their first violinist just wants this to be over so he can get to orchestra rehearsal and be another face in the section.

Their second violinist is brand new, well-rehearsed, and ready to succeed.

Their violist wants to be heard but doesn't want to stand out.

Their cellist is only here because his teacher said he needed chamber music experience.

Their ragtag string quartet has three weeks to make something beautiful, no matter what that something is.

Total Words: 100,276

2017 Goals

Finish chamber au! (or get really close)

Finish and publish MitAoSI 3

Make more fics for people

Write longer oneshots

Actually finish the 3k giveaway fics (sorry you two I’ll get on those)

Branch out into other fandoms NAHHH

Not just disappear over the summer like I did last year

#han originals #fic roundup

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