#even if they had it would be the worst thing to ever happen to the show

[loves4ge]

office hours

nanami kento x gn!reader

workplace romance

you had to give it to him, the man was dedicated. you don't think you've ever seen nanami kento not working. it was actually kind of disconcerting. made you want to almost invite him for happy hour. almost. you looked at your little office desk succulent, the small mug of markers and pencils, and a tiny picture of you and your little cat.

you thought it was quite plain, but compared to nanami's near-empty desk, it might as well be festive.

"did you send over the email yet?" that was nanami. he asked you politely, in a measured voice that was distant without being rude. you turn to face him, god, he looked good in that tie. your mind processed his question slowly, as you just stared at him.

"um, sorry- the email? what e- oh! yeah, i sent it. sorry, i'm feeling a bit scatterbrained, i suppose." you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. nanami would not be invited to your funeral. you'd die a second time if that happened.

"alright then." and that was it. the quota of your talking time with nanami today was up and you'd have to survive on that sentence to fuel your crush on him. the gravelly tone in which he said alright, you could almost imagine how he'd sound like when he would say sweetheart.

god, you sounded psychotic.

"i'm not a psycho. i'm not a psycho," you repeated in whispers, typing your keyboard with aggressive strokes.

the clock struck 12, and people started filing out of the office for lunch. you texted a friend to see if she could join you for lunch but fate likes to kick you at the worst times possible; she was going to lunch with her coworkers.

your coworkers were nice, but you'd rather not spend a minute more with them unless at gunpoint. even then, you'd probably weigh the pros and cons. you'd love to have lunch with nanami, but after he turned your first two invites down, you never really built up the courage to ask again.

you stood up, making sure you had your wallet on you. you glanced at nanami; he was still seated. pursing your lips, your fingers curled into a fist out of hesitation.

"no plans for lunch today, huh?" you asked, an awkward smile painted onto your face. lord have mercy, your nerves were so visible, it was painful.

"i do." you immediately thought of another place where he could say that phrase, with you standing opposite him—you were psychotic.

"oh, well. guess you can't keep me company today, haha." you wanted to close your eyes out of sheer embarrassment. who says haha?

"that's not true. i could, if you wanted me to." your eyes shot towards him. suddenly, your mouth was dry.

"uh, well. so you'd like to have lunch with me?"

"yes, i'd love to." oh my god, he said love.

"you're sure?" he cracked a slight smile at that, and you were sure your heart was going to burst. in fact, there was 20% chance you were already dead and this was your reward for suffering through a lifetime of humiliations. you weren't sure if this was an appropriate time to pinch your arm to check.

"yes, i'm sure. you have any place in mind?"

nanami kento was going to kill gojo satoru for being the inconvenient piece of shit to ever live. not only did he have the most unserious "emergencies", he also had them at the worst possible times.

first, it was when his beautiful coworker, the one with a blue-potted succulent, invited him for lunch. nanami had noticed them when it was their first day at work, their desks being so close to each other and all. and who wouldn't notice them? nanami certainly had.

the second time nanami had to help with an emergency, it was when you invited him to dinner. this was three weeks after the first invite, so it was obvious that you had worked yourself to ask him. god, it killed him to turn you down.

"no plans for lunch today, huh?" he turned from his desk to look at you. this was a month after the dinner invite. he didn't have any plans for lunch today. he was behind on work, actually. he needed this lunch hour to catch up on things. besides, he had a big breakfast. he could always get something quick to eat at his desk from a convenience store.

"i do."

he was going to kill gojo satoru, right after he took you out for lunch.

#sage -> writes! #jjk #jjk fluff #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami fluff #gojo satoru #geto suguru #toji fushiguro #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk nanami #jujustu kaisen #jujustu nanami

[logansargeantsbabymom]

Anyone but me

Insecure!Logan x Fem!Reader

warnings: Cursing, Insecure Logan

A/N: Here’s something short, I wasn’t gonna post since today makes 10 years since my grandpa passed but I didn’t wanna make today abt me. Enjoy.

Another race. Miami had been another race this season that has been shit for Logan. Why was something always fucking it up for him?

First they gave him shitty cars, then whenever they did give Logan a somewhat good car, he wasn’t driving it the way he should, then they gave away his car to Alex after he crashed his. Now he had to retire the car because KMag decided to crash into him?

It’s almost lil the universe is against Logan and his time in Formula 1, which might I add is utter bullshit.

Logan hasn’t been the best driver and I knew that, but I didn’t fall in love with him because he’s a formula 1 driver, no, I fell in love with him because he’s always been there for me even when he was going through his own problems and has never once complained about it (him being a famous driver was just a perk).

Logan and I have been together for just over 2 years which means I’ve seen the best and worst of his career, but right now after he got hit at his home race was heart wrenching.

I stood by the tv screens that showed his camera footage live from his car and my hands shot up to my face when I saw the impact of the crash. The crash wasn’t what made my heart shatter for him though, no, instead it was the live radio feed from him to pit that I was currently listening to.

His groans of pain and the tremble in his voice asking if he did anything wrong was what hurt. He was so worried and scared that he fucked up something whilst driving that he didn’t pay attention to whether or not he was hurt.

They replayed that crash maybe a dozen times and each time felt like it stung worse than the previous one before it. I watched as they got the track clear from any debris and brought Logan and the car back to the Williams garage. The look of red eyes and tear stained cheeks was the sight I was greeted with.

I would’ve done anything to take his pain away in that moment. Hell, I would do anything to make sure he never felt pain again. But unfortunately, I can’t. So I had to suffice for the next best thing, comforting him.

I walked over to him and the second he turned and saw me walking over with a somber look on my face he rushed into my arms, pulling me into a tight embrace before absolutely sobbing.

The team around us walked off allowing us a moment of peace while I comforted my boyfriend. His face was in the crook of my neck as he shook with violent sobs and I rubbed my hands up and down his back trying to soothe the ache in his heart.

“Logan you did amazing, it wasn’t your fault. I’m so proud of you. You’ve come so far, I love you so much” I whispered in his ear as I kissed the side of his head.

We stayed like this for a moment, as Logan continued to sob I continued to try to soothe him and murmur sweet nothings in his ear with more small kisses on his head.

After a moment or two, I felt Logan pull away before he looked me in my eyes. I could tell he wanted to say something.

“What happened, Baby?” I whisper as I bring my hands up to his face to wipe his tears away

“I don’t deserve you.” He whispers, his voice breaking again as he moves my hands from his face

“Lo, don’t” I say, tears of my own springing in my eyes

“No Y/N/N, please. I don’t deserve you. I’m not good enough, you deserve to be with someone who wins and makes podiums. Not me, someone who finishes last or doesn’t finish at all.” by the time Logan was done berating himself, I was the one sobbing.

“Logan Hunter Sargeant. Stop talking like that. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. There was before you, during you, and I never want there to be an after you. I have never loved anyone more than I love you. My heart is so filled with happiness and you’re the reason. You’re the reason I’m still alive today, I have the best life right now and it’s because of you. So please don’t break my heart because you feel like I don’t deserve you, because I never want to live without you. So unless you’re unhappy in our relationship, we are not breaking up. Are you unhappy with us?” Tears were falling like waterfalls from both of our eyes.

“No, I love you too much. I just don’t want you to be with a loser like me” My hands shot up to his face and I made him look at me

“Stop it, I’m not leaving you. I’m staying with you whether you win 100 grand prixs, 1 or none. I’m here until the Lord takes me from this earth. I promise” I said as I placed a sweet and sincere kiss on his lips before we rested our foreheads together

“I’m here always and forever”

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[the-magpie-collective]

Let's talk about how Ulder Ravengard was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad year when he finally runs into Wyll, for the first time in seven years, and his son is now definitely maybe sort of a devil?

Look, D&D cannon is absolutely wild and inconsistent but I need ya'll to know approximately how many horrible things befell Ulder Ravengard in the few months right before the events of Baldur's Gate 3.

Ulder Ravengard goes to Elturel. This is fairly normal. He often had to travel as a Duke for diplomatic reasons to nearby cities. Sure, the Vanthampurs' had their fingers pulling the strings this time to ensure he went, but that is also, unfortunately, normal. And it's not like anyone else can go in his place. Who would he send? Portyr whose only use is as a windsock? Stelmane who is suffering from the long term effects of a "stroke"? Vanthampur?

(Portyr, Stelmane, and Vanthampur being the other four dukes at the time)

So he goes and it's supposed to just be another diplomatic trip to a neighboring city. Except exactly nothing goes to plan. The Vanthampurs have made an alliance with devils and a deal with the leaders of Elturel to orchestrate the fall of the entire city into Avernus. Ulder Ravengard is there with several of the Flaming Fist when the entire city is plunged into hell. And no, Avernus is not some sort of cushy vacation spot. There's a reason why Karlach would rather die than go back. There's a reason why it is called hell.

It's not hard to imagine he watches many of the Flaming Fist get slaughtered. People he's worked with for years, maybe even decades. People he called friends. Not hard to think that he watches innocents suffer as they are preyed upon by devils and demons, children slaughtered in the streets all while he is helpless to stop it from happening. It's not out of the question to think this is possibly one of the worst times in his life. Oh, Ulder Ravengard has been through numerous disasters before. He's watched countless friends die. But when has he ever been so helpless as the time he was caught in an entire city of relative innocents as it is dragged down to the hells?

It gets worse.

You see, Ulder Ravengard is put into a catatonic state by the Demon Lord Baphomet using the the Helm of Torm's sight. The Helm of Torm's sight is a holy item that allows the user to commune with Torm (god of Duty, Loyalty, etc). In a last ditch effort to save the city of Elturel, Ulder Ravengard attempted to get to the Helm in the hopes that it could be used to fight back. Instead he gets to watch as his hope is perverted and used against him. He gets to see himself fall helpless and under control of the demon while his men are slaughtered in the attack.

We don't know how Ulder Ravengard escapes this situation (*cough* play Descent into Avernus *cough*) but somehow he does. After weeks of fighting in the hells (maybe even months?) and narrowly escaping with his life and mind intact Ulder Ravengard is hurrying back to Baldur's Gate as quickly as he can. He knows the city is in danger, whether the Vanthampurs' succeeded at seizing power or not. And on the way home he gets ambushed by fucking goblins and drow working together. He gets to see as some of the few survivors who made it through their time in Avernus with him, get killed. He gets to see his close friend and advisor Counselor Florrick get trapped in a burning building.

Then he's kept imprisoned, and likely harassed, in the dungeons of Moonrise towers. All he hears is 'the Absolute' this and 'the Absolute' that. Then what does he know but apparently the mastermind behind this whole thing is fucking Gortash, the slimy counselor he has spent the past while doing his best to ignore because even if he didn't like him and thought most of his ideas were bad he couldn't actually do anything to get rid of him. And then Orin—a fucking Bhaalspawn—uses him for a chair while Ketheric Thorm goes on a whiny oh-woe-is-me rant and Gortash sticks a tadpole in his eye all while mocking him.

He then gets to spend the next while under control of the Absolute. We don't know how unpleasant this is, but we do know that when the Absolute controls someone directly their brain starts bleeding so severely they collapse and die after less than a minute :) and when he's finally freed from the Absolute he has chronic migraines so yeah not fucking pleasant :)))))

And then his son rescues him. Yay. His son who he strove to teach right from wrong all those years. His son to whom he imparted the four pillars: strategy, courage, justice, insight. His son, who, despite everything he has ever taught him chose to throw all of his promise away to a devil. And he doesn't know why and maybe he hopes that there was a good reason behind it all, but he does know that he lost any chance he had to ever be able to fully trust his son again because he doesn't know the terms of the pact and he can't know the full terms of the pact but he does know that his son is now under the control of a devil.

And please just take a moment to think about how terrifying that would be. This isn't something that an 'I'm sorry' can fix. Wyll says it himself: it would be easier to drink the Chionthar down, drop by drop, than to break a devil's pact. The chances of Wyll ever being freed from his pact are slim to none and the damage he could do in the mean time is immeasurable. Ulder Ravengard has the weight of an entire city's well being on his shoulders. I am not saying he made the right choice, but there is a reason why Wyll says it was the only choice he could make. He told Wyll to go. Maybe out of shame, maybe out of fear, maybe out of the hope that his son would do less damage far away than if he were to stay. We don't know why. Maybe he regretted it, maybe he never looked back.

But he's been having one of the worst fucking years of his life and most of it is due either directly to devils or to people conspiring with devils. His mind has been scraped raw by the Absolute. He's injured and if you broke Wyll's pact he was just attacked by another devil and exploding spiders. If you didn't break Wyll's pact, he just saw evidence that Wyll is still in leagues with a devil, after all Mizora states very clearly that she always fulfills her promises as she saves him.

Oh and if you didn't kill Karlach, Wyll is a devil now (*techinically he is still human, just with some devilish features and will be regonized as infernal in origin by the spell Detect Good and Evil, but Ulder Ravengard doesn't have the insight to game mechanics that we have and may or may not be aware that Wyll turning into a devil is a lot less probable than him just being made to look like one.)

So maybe, it's just a little understandable that instead of greeting Wyll with joy or gratitude at being saved the first thing he thinks, the only thing he can think of is: what fresh hell is he in for now?

(And maybe ya'll can be a little more understanding of Wyll choosing to forgive his father too. I don't think it's out of character for Wyll. I don't think he's ignoring everything wrong with what his father did. I don't think Wyll is a bad person for choosing to forgive his father or that anger would have been the right choice for him. It's far, far more complicated than that.)

#ulder ravengard #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #wyll ravengard #descent into avernus #I needed to make my position on Ulder known early on #yes there are legitimate issues with his parenting #but he is also just a guy trying his best #magpiediscourse #the D&D canon might not be 100% correct #I'm trying but it's not even a little bit consistent #trust me the tears I have shed while attempting to write canon compliant D&D fanfic

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie: “This is the worst idea we’ve ever had.”

Vaggie: “Do we have a better one?”

Charlie: “Give up before I burn down half of Pentagram City??”

Vaggie: “That’s plan B, babe.”

Charlie: “It’s gonna be plan A for Already Happening at this rate!”

Vaggie: “Look, I don’t like it any more than you do-”

Charlie: “THEN SWITCH WITH ME!”

Angel Dust: “Said the bi lady to her lesbian lover.”

Charlie: “I’M NOT LOVING THIS! Why can’t I be the on who has to do the fake date thing!? At least I’ve dated guys before! Once!!!”

Vaggie: “Because-”

Alastor: “Ha ha HA… My dear, I’m afraid I DO prefer living, amusingly enough~”

Charlie: “Then keep the touching. To a MINIMUM.”

Vaggie: “Sweetie, the whole point is to trick people into thinking I’ve double crossed you so they’ll tell us about how they wanna double cross you. It’s not really going to work if the one selling you out is… you.”

Charlie: “But this is stupid- no one in their right mind is going to look at YOU and think ‘now THERE’S a woman who would date a MAN!’”

Angel Dust: “Biphobia~”

Husk: “Still fucking true.”

Vaggie: “Charlie c’mon- If you were a dude I’d date you.”

Charlie: “You’d figure out how to still be lesbian about it, trust me.”

Alastor: “Now there’s a thought! I COULD do my best impression of a lesbian, if that would help with the immersion?”

Vaggie: “What, like. Wear a pin?”

Charlie: “I do NOT need this situation to be in any way believable! The structural integrity of our HOTEL does NOT need me feeling this is even slightly more real.”

Alastor: “But our foes do require enough to be fooled by, I am afraid.”

Angel Dust: “Well that’s this plan out the window…”

Vaggie: “I can’t picture you as a lesbian.”

Angel Dust: “He’s not giving guy fucker vibes either, toots, bein’ fair.”

Husk: “It’s just fucker. In a platonic, shitty way.”

Alastor: “And you would know, hmmm~?”

Charlie: “Can’t we just dress me up as someone else?? Put me in a glamor, or-”

Vaggie: “No one is gonna hear you talk and not know who you are."

Charlie: "RRRGH."

Vaggie: "Which I love, by the way. Along with everything else.”

Charlie: “Well what if I just don’t talk! You- you could be into the silent, brooding types!”

Vaggie: “If I’d met you during the emo phase then yeah sure. But Alastor's the one who knows these assholes-”

Angel Dust: “WAIT go back- her WHAT phase!?”

Charlie: (SQUEAKS)

Vaggie: “Em… emoticon. Her. Emoji era.”

Angel Dust: “She was emo??” (at charlie) “YOU WERE EMO!?!? With the hair dye an’ the dead roses and shit????”

Charlie: “I was a TEEN! Kinda!! I was, barely through my first four decades of life-!”

Vaggie: “And dealing with a lot.”

Charlie: “-the whole ‘oh all of creation hates your home and you and everyone you love’ thing was starting to sink in, as well as all the, the murder and stuff happening just outside our house-”

Vaggie: “The hair dye made her happy so shut up.”

Angel Dust: “Oh we GOTTA get you back in your emo duds someday, Charlie Chip! This is GOLDEN!”

Alastor: “What, my dears, is an emo phase?”

Husk: “Angry at the world and making it the world’s problem by staying in your fucking room with the lights dim as fuck, turning it into a 3D model of all your psychological hang-ups and listening to tortured screams and shit.”

Alastor: “Ah. A lovely Saturday afternoon. I DO enjoy those.”

Everyone Else: “…..”

Alastor: “?”

Angel Dust: “Alright. So he’s maybe got some teen girl vibes goin’ on. That’s a start ain’t it?”

Vaggie: “….maybe we could say I lost my soul to him in a bet or something.”

Charlie: “Don’t even JOKE about that!!!!!”

Husk: “Fucking copycat.”

Angel Dust: “Copy what, Mr. kittens?”

Husk: (hisses)

Alastor: “Now now, Husk. Play NICE.”

Husk: “…you got it, boss.”

Alastor: (pats his head) "Very good."

Angel Dust: (CRINGING)

Charlie: "Alastor- could you um, maybe not??"

Alastor: "Hmm? Not what, my dear?"

Vaggie: "Oh you fucking KNOW what, pendejo." (glares) “Fuck the fake soul selling. I’d probably kill him if he talked to me like that.”

Alastor: “That MIGHT put a damper on our budding relationship, ha ha!”

Vaggie: “Touch me and you WILL die.”

Alastor: “Oh ho! A long distance romance I see!”

Vaggie: “That’s not convincing anyone either. You hold still, I’ll, ugh.” (grimace) “Touch your arm or something.”

Husk: “Eugh.”

Angel Dust: “Basic house rules.” (shrug) “Maybe it’ll work?”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “I can’t. I can’t do this.”

Vaggie: “Charlie it’s just for one evening-”

Charlie: “No. Just, just let all of hell plot against me! It’s fine.”

Vaggie: “Babe that is so not fine.”

Charlie: “It’s fine!!!”

Husk: “Carpet’s on fucking fire.”

Charlie: “Shit. Alastor- I need you to step away from Vaggie before I burn the hotel to the ground, starting with you.”

Vaggie: “Hot.”

Angel Dust: “Siiiiimp...”

Husk: (smirk)

Alastor: “I suppose disguising me as a FLAMING lesbian would be a BIT much.” (steps away) "Better?"

Charlie: (hugging vaggie) “Further please, Alastor. Further. A, a little more? Mm- no, further than that…”

(many steps later)

Charlie: “Juuuust a few more steps…”

Charlie: “Okay! I think I can finally be comfortable with this!!!”

Vaggie: “He can’t hear you, sweetie. He's half way across the hotel.”

Charlie: “Oh.”

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #alastor the radio demon #angel dust hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #incorrect quotes #less “charlie being jelly” and more “seeing someone else near vaggie Like That makes Charlie's soul itch in a bad way” #and then things start catching on fire #oops

[milkywayhou]

"One step backward. Two steps forward"

Summary: “호랑이🐱: Congrats to the happy couple! @Hans839 I’m sure you’ll take good care of our Snow.”

Or

Snow make one silly post and it accidentally blew up.

TWs: Nothing. Just some weird stuff.

Words Count: 900+ words (Not really much)

It was meant as a harmless joke – Snow never dreamed it would cause such a stir. It all started when she took a rare week off to help a friend with their photography project. Trying on various elegant gowns was good wholesome fun – at least until she impulsively snapped a selfie in her favorite flowing white gown with some vague caption about “Feeling nervous for the big day”

Her post were blowing up with congratulatory messages, assuming the gown meant something more significant. Snow laughed it off, replying with bubbles and clown emojis.

Suddenly she noticed a new tag in one of the comments from a certain Korean operator, Horangi.

“호랑이🐱: Congrats to the happy couple! @Hans839 I’m sure you’ll take good care of our Snow.”

Squinting in confusion, she clicked to see who this “Hans” person was that he had tagged – only to realize that the account was set private.

Then Snow nearly dropped her phone in horror when Horangi’s congrats and mysterious tag unleashed a torrent of notifications – their colleagues from KorTac flooding her post, assuming the worst.

Her blood ran cold.

Even some higher-ups Snow barely knew chimed in with off-color jokes. Great, now she’d given the crotchety old Admirals yet another reason to gossip about her love life.

Holy shit, was this some practical joke? Snow wracked her brain trying to connect the dots as more congratulatory messages poured in.

All at once, things clicked into place. Hans must be a high rank man on their base. And knowing Horangi’s mischievous streak, he had purposefully tagged the him just to stir up trouble. Judge by his name this Hans dude was probably a German person, and she was aware of the fact their Colonel is a German.

Fuck

It was König.

As in, her commanding colonel at KorTac, König. The scary, stoic commander she’d only ever patched up in medbay. Faceless weirdo who’d never said more than four words to her but ALWAYS stared so intensely she swore he hated her guts. Snow had no idea he even had social media, much less that his profile was connected to his real name! What was Horangi thinking?

There was only one thing to do – delete the evidence and face the heat wave of embarrassment back at base. But when Snow pulled up the post, she froze again when she noticed more senior commanders had already congratulated her! Deleting it meant the possibility of loosing her face on her workplace!

That day, Snow was mortified hurrying back to base, ready to hide in the weapon lockers for a year and came back later like nothing happens, praying and hoping everyone will forget about her silly post that created these misunderstanding if she suddenly show up one day with a big smile and say “Oh, no, That post is just a joke hahah. And no, I don’t marry the colonel. It was Horangi’s idea haha..” Oh how she wish it was easier like that. Pretty sure it wouldn’t end too well.

“Soooo, when’s the big day? I call being best man.” Snow’s panic must have showed, because Horangi chose that moment to saunter over with a shit-eating grin.

“Horangi I swear to God, you and I are gonna have words-“

“Oh, by the way Colonel König wants to see you, Snow. Good luck…” And with that he leaves doing only God knows what while humming something that sound similar with ‘Here Comes The Bride’, leaving Snow shuddered to imagine König’s reaction, quietly seething behind his closed office door no doubt.

She was so screwed.

How could she face him now without dying of mortification?

Steeling her nerves, Snow marched over and gave a tentative knock. At his gruff “Enter,” she slipped inside, bracing for the inevitable eruption. Instead she found König leaning back casually in his chair, staring at her with an amused glint that somehow wasn’t comforting at all.

“So Schatz , care to explain this intriguing post I saw over your break?”

Snow spluttered helplessly, launching into a garbled excuse about costumes and photoshoot as König watched with growing amusement. Finally he cut her off, standing to slowly circle her desk until she was caged between his arms.

“I see. Well since we’re apparently already engaged…” His predatory tone sent a shiver down her spine. “…We may as well have some fun with it, ja?” That’s when Snow knew she was absolutely fucked when she felt the cold feeling of metal on her ring finger. She sighed before replied back, fighting a smile of her own while mentally plotting Horangi’s demise.

“Of course, Sir”

=====

At the base, König went about his duties as usual. But come evening when things quieted, old habit drew him to Snow’s profile like a moth to flame when she was away from him. What he found made his breath catch.

There she was, his beautiful Schatz, beaming radiantly in white satin. Before reason could intervene, König double tapped to like the photo, mouth curving up at the image he hoped to see for real someday.

Unfortunately one certain meddlesome comrade had been watching too, ready to seize any opportunity. Not long after, a notification popped up on König’s phone – Horangi had tagged him in a comment on Snow’s post, congratulating them both excitedly.

On the one hand, he knew Snow too well, It was undoubtedly just an innocent tease on her part. But on the other hand, the thought of another man putting that gown on her, claiming HER as their wife... Makes König saw red. At that moment strange knot formed in his stomach as he studied the photo more closely than proper.

And then, an idea took hold that he might be able to use this amusing misunderstanding to his advantage…

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Phewww. I just done write this one a few weeks ago. Don't worry, I'll continue the other fic later but don't know when, since my right ear is getting worse and I might go seek medical treatment.

Also Love, Reblogged and Comment will be really appreciated!

#könig cod #doodle #art #cod mw2 #cod x oc #cod oc #könig #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #könig mw2 #cod fanfic #könig x oc #call of duty original character

[maxieborowski]

Mmm..so sleepy after work. It's torture doing all that physical labor. I just want to either work from home or be cared for at home. Not having to worry about working anymore. Losing calories is the worst thing imaginable.

Had to be a good girl today and try to keep my fantasies to a minimum..of course I couldn't help myself. The ideas my brain pumps into me are just too strong. Who cares if I become immobile within the next few years. Who cares if nothing will be left in my brain. Who cares if I become brainwashed into a piggy. Who cares if all these things start to take a toll on my health. Who cares if I'm erased from the world.

It won't matter, my feeder is all I'd ever need anyway. They will make me so so so perfect. Nice a stupid, nice and fat, nice and obedient. A horny degenerate who needs her daily pot and training. Along with her countless amounts of meals. Maybe someday I won't even be able to lift my arms, move my neck, wiggle my fingers, or even be able to move anything.

Wouldn't that be just so....incredible. It's not like I could escape them. I'd meet them and that would be the end of me. All traces of me ever being me would disappear, just being turned into their perfect little piggy. And once I realize just what's happened to me, it'll be too late. The health issues will get me. And that'll be the end. I'll be a dumb, fat, horny, degenerate piggy soon enough. Make it happen sweetie.

Dms open cuties~

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[callmeagardengnome]

𐙚 ink my heart 𐙚 - chapter 1

w.c. - 2.3k words

pairings - idol! lee dong-hyuck x tattoo artist! fem! reader x idol! mark lee

genre - romance, strangers to friends to ?

synopsis: being a tired university student with no interest in life was something you were satisfied with until you unexpectedly become friends with an idol.. but what if it becomes more?

not proofread!

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You never expected to find yourself in a love triangle. From working in various odd jobs during high school to currently taking a hellish part-time job as a beginner tattoo artist in university, you have always focused on one thing: money. Your desire for cash increased tenfold when you entered university, as your student loans racked up. Sure, you’re glad that you were lucky enough to get a job, but you somehow ended up with one of the worst bosses you have ever come across. 

As someone who only started tattooing actual people a year ago, your boss was really pushing you to take on all of his clients. You didn’t mind too much (he was paying you more money) but you can’t help but wonder if he even knows how to tattoo people. 

Now not only is your social life dead, you feel dead on the inside, having to work unnecessary hours with additional school assignments on top of that. It didn’t help that the tattoo studio was about 2 hours from your school, home or any signs of life. You can’t remember the last time you liked an Instagram post or met up with an old friend. 

Ding ding!

You look up from what you realise is a blank computer screen and see three blurry figures walking to towards you. You fumbled around your desk and grabbed your glasses. You noticed that they all wore caps and masks. Okay, weird, but who are you to judge? 

However, you don’t remember seeing three clients on the schedule - do you have to work overtime again?

One of them approached your desk and started tapping on it rhythmically before finally saying, “Hey uh.. I booked a session for 4pm?” you nodded mindlessly while turning on your computer to look for the work schedule. 

“Yeah you’re a little early,” you squinted your eyes at the computer trying to see if you read the right name. “It says here that you are… TY..?” you asked while raising my eyebrow. “Sorry, thats just my nickname,” he said nervously. “It's actually Taeyong.” 

“Uh huh.. you’re the only one getting a tattoo right? Unless the other two are walk-ins?” You swivelled your chair over to the printer and waited for the tattoo stencil to print out. The moment he nodded, a mini celebration went through your mind. You finally have short day. Sure, the tattoo would take a minimum of 5 hours, at the very least you wouldn’t have to walk through the creepy street at midnight again. 

“You guys can make yourself comfortable over there,” you said, while pointing to the tattoo chair in the corner that was accompanied by a small couch. 

They shuffled over to the chairs before deciding to take off their masks and caps. You took a glance and of course, they happened to be one of the most gorgeous men you’ve ever seen. It’s not like you’ve never met a man before in your life, but something about them exuded confidence you wished you had. You gathered the templates (and your composure) before rolling your chair over to the three men. “You wanted a shoulder tattoo right?” you asked, while putting on your gloves. 

The three of them looked at each other, surprised. “A-are you the one tattooing him?” one of them questioned. “Yeah…?” you looked at them confused. 

“Sorry- it’s just that on the Instagram page it said that a ‘Mr Park’ was the sole tattoo artist here,” he added on quickly, “You can call me Haechan by the way.”

“Well.. Mr Park is my boss and no, I’m actually the only tattoo artist here.” you answered before taking a warm towel and slowly dabbing the stencil onto Taeyong’s arm. 

As you continued your work, they started to chat with each other, trying their best to include you in the process. You soon find out that the final man was called Mark.

“So how did you guys find this place? Its not like it’s popular or anything,” you asked, trying to make small talk as you focused on the tattoo. 

Mark shrugged. “We heard that it was good for privacy.” He isn’t wrong, your boss’s main priority was the privacy of the studio. Shady location, tinted windows, only providing the address once the client puts down a deposit, the whole studio screamed safe house to you. 

“Yeah- well.. Mr Park is known for his discretion,” you said, lifting the tattoo gun when you saw Taeyong wincing.

“But it seems that you’re the real talent here,” Haechan said while leaning closer to the tattoo. 

His words made you pause for a second. It’s not everyday you receive such compliments, especially by someone so.. good-looking. You try to brush it off and returned back to tattooing, but the way he continues to look at your work (and you) makes it difficult to ignore the fluttering feeling in your chest. 

“Thanks..” you mumbled keeping your eyes on the tattoo, hoping that no one would notice the slight blush on your cheeks. You continued to steal glances at him, seeing his eyes sparkle with curiosity and amazement. 

“Dude.. you have a really steady hand though,” Mark said while pushing Haechan aside to get a better view of the tattoo. “How long have you been doing this again?”

“A little over a year.. I think…?” you trailed off, feeling slightly self-conscious under his gaze. It’s strange, you always prided yourself as someone that was independent, a workaholic, being perfectly fine with having little social interaction. And yet, you’re basically crumbling under the a simple compliment. 

You heard him mumbling a ‘thats awesome’ before continuing to talk about random things you didn’t catch. The level of sincerity in their interest makes you question every interaction you’ve ever had. Sure, you’ve talked with some of your clients before, but most of them barely acknowledged you, treating you as though you weren’t even there. 

Today is different though, these guys treated you like a friend, like someone real. The way they talked to you made it feel as though you have an actual friend group, even if it’s just for a moment. 

Hours pass by in a blur of conversations and needlework. When you finished, Taeyong looked at the tattoo, smiling widely while doing different poses. 

“Dudee.. that looks sick!” Mark exclaimed, the awe in his voice making your heart swell. Haechan nodded behind him before saying, “Yeah you’re crazyy talented.”

You can’t remember the last time you said the words ‘thank you’ as much as today. You haven’t felt this good about your work (or yourself) in a long time. 

“Thanks, you really did a good job today,” Taeyong said. You gathered the money in his hands before putting it in the cash register. 

“No, thank you guys for being such great company,” you said while looking over at each of them. 

As they gather their things to leave, you notice Mark lingering near your desk a bit longer, hesitating. “Hey uh-“ he said, looking at the door. “We were thinking of get some food nearby… do you wanna join?”

Your eyes widened, did you hear him correctly? “Uhh…” you glanced at the clock briefly before looking back at him. 

Your first instinct is to refuse. You’ve had a long day of work and school and you know that you have an assignment waiting for you back at home.

As if noticing your hesitation, Taeyong quickly added, “No pressure by the way. We just thought it would be fun.”

“Yeah, it would be fun to hangout more,” Haechan interjected. “You're cool.”

Great, more pressure. You let their words sink in. You never saw yourself as someone ‘cool’, just basic. You only knew how to talk about three things - work, school, and tattoos. Also, you’ve never really hung out with anyone before. You doubt you would be a fun addition to their night. 

“Sorry to disappoint guys.. I’ve had a really long day today,” you said hesitantly. “But I’m pretty sure I can make time for you guys next week…?”

A downcast expression flashed on Mark’s face, “It’s okay we understand..” You gave him a small smile before continuing to pack your things.

“Wait, before we go can I get your Instagram?” Haechan said while swiftly sliding his phone towards you. 

The shock on your face must have been obvious as he started to chuckle at your expression. You weren’t expecting any form of interest from them, and the sudden request caught you off guard. 

“Uh.. sure...” you muttered, taking his phone and entering your details. You handed his phone back and your fingers brushed against each other, sending an immediate spark through you. 

“Let’s keep in touch yeah?” Haechan says with a playful grin. 

Mark, who had been quietly observing the two of you finally speaks up, “I hope we can meet again soon ‘___’. Tell us when you’re free, okay?”

“Yeah of course,” you replied, hoping that your exhaustion isn’t obvious on your face. 

Right before they leave, Taeyong suddenly mentioned, “Wait, I didn’t see a car when we got here..” he looked at you with concern. “How are you gonna get back?”

“I mean trains are a thing..?” you said shrugging, before Mark interrupted you. “Dude.. didn’t you say that you lived like- two hours away from here?”

“It’s really not a big deal,“ you tried to say. It really wasn’t, you had gotten used to the routine of taking the train back home. However, the three of them looked at you as if you were going to be trekking through a storm. 

“Absolutely not,” Mark says firmly. “We can’t let you do that, especially not this late.”

Haechan nods in agreement, “Yeah it’s not really safe in this area.”

“You guys are acting as if you didn’t take public transport here,” you chuckle as you pick up your heavy bag from the floor. 

“We took the car…?” 

“Wait, WHAT??” Now it was your turn to be shocked. “Aren’t guys like my age? How can you afford a car?” you start to question rapidly. 

The three of them looked at each other nervously. “Well.. we’re actually ido-“ Haechan said before he got cut off by Mark. 

“Actually its my parent’s car.. yeah my parents car,” he said weirdly. You saw a look of confusion on Haechan’s face before he added on, “Sure whatever he said..?”

Mark offered, “Just- let us give you a ride home.”

The offer does seem tempting, but it doesn’t feel right to enter the car of three guys that you just met. You open your mouth to protest, but the looks on their faces made you pause for a moment. “I really don’t wanna be a bother.. and I promise you that I can make it home safely.”

“You’re not a bother,” Mark insists. Taeyong made a sound of agreement before saying, “You did me a huge favour today so let us help you.”

You don’t know what compelled you to enter a stranger’s car. You weren’t usually this trusting, but something about them made you feel.. safe. Still, you gave them the address of the train station near your house to be careful. You sat at the back with Mark while Haechan accompanied Taeyong while he was driving. You were planning on staying awake to make sure that they weren’t going to kidnap you but your heavy eyelids had other plans. 

You shifted in your seat, trying to get comfortable. Without realizing, you drifted closer to the person next to you. Before you could stop yourself, your head gently came to a rest on Mark's shoulder.

You froze for a moment, hoping he wouldn't say anything. Just as you lifted your head, you heard a chuckle.

"It's okay man," Mark said softly. "You should rest.. you had a long day."

You met his eyes. There isn't a trace of annoyance, you only found a warm smile that spread across his face. Feeling embarrassed, you nod slightly and allowed yourself to relax on his shoulder.

You accidently glanced at the car mirror and saw Haechan watching your interaction with Mark. He quickly turned away though, pretending to look outside at the quiet street. Confused, you let your eyes close, listening to the soft hum of the engine, drifting to sleep.

You woke up with Mark nudging your shoulder lightly. “This is it right?” he asked. You squinted your eyes and saw the all familiar worn-down train station ahead of you. You nodded your head tiredly while sluggishly reaching for your bag. 

You feel a hint of reluctance to leave the car as it stopped in front of the drop-off, “Thanks again guys.. really,” you said gratefully.

“Anytime,” Taeyong replied. “Yeah, don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything.” Haechan added while smiling.

You waved them goodbye as you stepped out of the car. You haven’t felt acceptance in a while. This entire interaction breathed life into your barren routine and you find yourself actually being excited for the following days. 

When you reached your apartment, you flopped onto your bed as your phone starts lighting up continuously. 

@dong-hyuckkkk

‘____’ did you make it back safe

answerrrrjerjue 

OMG I SHOULD HAVE WALKED YOU BACK

A smile slowly appeared on your face as you replied him. 

@‘____’

its okay haechan im safe…

also your username is dong-hyuck??

@dong-hyuckkkk

Yeahh its my actual name

Haechan is just a nickname

@‘____’

ohhh i see

@dong-hyuckkkk

Friendly reminder:

CLEAR YOUR SCHEDULE NEXT WEEK 

Not the whole week but still

You clicked on his profile and started to do a little digging. Despite of his outgoing personality, he only had 26 followers, including you. You scrolled through the countless photos, seeing Mark tagged in a few. Resisting the urge to follow Mark was hard, but you didn’t want to come off as stalker-ish.

You put your phone down before taking in whatever happened today. For the first time in forever, you feel warm and happy about something that happened in your life. Maybe you should take up their offer of meeting again next week. 

authors note: this is my first ever fic that im writing and all kinds of feedback is welcome! make sure to like and repost if you enjoyed <3

#gnomeo 🥫writes #nct #nct fanfic #nct fic #nct mark x reader #nct haechan x reader #nct mark #nct haechan #nct 127 #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 mark #nct 127 haechan #nct dream #nct dream x reader #nct dream fic #nct dream fanfic #nct dream haechan #nct dream mark #nct dream x female reader #mark lee x reader #lee haechan x reader #haechan x reader #mark x reader

[thatpodcastkid]

Magnus Archives Relisten 11, MAG 11 Dreamer

If someone came to my place of work proclaiming they had a prophetic dream about my death I would simply believe them. RIP to Gertrude but I'm just built different ig.

MAG 11 analysis, spoilers ahead!

Facts: Statement of "Antonio Blake" regarding his dreams of Gertrude Robinson, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute (Head Archivist is another odd and foreshadowing usage of proper nouns in the transcript). Statement given March 14th, 2015.

Statement Notes: Oliver I love you but I also hate you so so much.

It's so strange relistening to this statement. On my first listen, I was very sympathetic to "Antonio." He was this innocent man who suddenly developed psychic abilities that tormented him. Even in 121 when he describes what he did on the voyage to Point Nemo, he seems to be driven by fear and desperation. But knowing what happens after Point Nemo and who he becomes in the Eyepocalypse, I wonder how much influence the power of the End had on him. As Jon develops his abilities, he becomes less confident in "normal" social situations, but more confident and stronger in dangerous horror-based scenarios. This seems true with Blake/Banks as well. He's very nervous as his abilities are developing when he tries to talk to Gertrude or Jennifer from Grifter's Bone. As he becomes more attuned with his abilities and gives in to his desires, he becomes more powerful, shown when he is strong and devoid of emotion enough to kill the actual Dr. Pritchard. He becomes strongest when he "gives in" to the End, being most clear and charming as he gives his statement in 121 and the Coroner's Report in 168. Just being able to track this change so clearly from this first statement to the last speaks not only to Jonny Sims skills for character development, but also the power of the Entities to draw out the worst in a person.

Blake describes his dream world as an "overexposed" or "washed out" photograph. The fading imagery was very profound and strong to me. Death is a fear, a horror represented by the black tendrils, but also a simple force of nature, slowly sucking life and color from all things. Unstoppable.

I don't know why I'm harping on this, but I can't understand why Blake's dreams always begin at the top of Canary Wharf. Does that come up again in the show? Is it personally significant to Blake?

Character Notes: I already got into Blake, so my other main character concern for this episode is Gertrude.

Did she ever see this statement?

Did she simply miss it? Was she busy and didn't get a chance to look at it before it was too late? Did she read it and attempt to prepare? She was smart. She knew which statements were real and which weren't. She would have understood what Blake was capable of. Did she attempt to prepare and defend herself but just couldn't manage it? Did Elias hide it from her? Did she read it and just accept the inevitable?

But of course, I have to bring up the Graham mention. I always thought the Graham/Oliver ship was just a fun fan thing, but I didn't realize Oliver had broken up with a Graham in cannon. Moreover, I didn't realize that it was confirmed to be Graham Folger until reading about the Season 5 Q&A when working on this post.

This raises an interesting point about original Graham. Blake describes having a mental breakdown due to his job, and Amy Patel describes her office job degrading her mental health as well. Is there something about Graham that attracts people losing their minds in an office? While it could be something spooky, I do understand why people stuck in mind-numbing careers would be drawn to someone with the time and resources to explore what he actually wants to do with his life, rather than what he has to do.

Entity Alignment: This is very clearly an End episode. I very much believe that, while he may not be the most powerful or dangerous avatar in the series, Oliver Banks was one of the most deeply connected to his entity. His psyche, his spirit, and his physical body were all so entrenched in death. It's interesting that there is no "inciting incident" that causes Graham to become an avatar of the End, as usually there is one event that acts as the root of an avatar's development. You could possibly argue it was his mental health breakdown, but that seems unrelated to death or anything associated with the End.

#podcasts #audio drama #rusty quill #the magnus archives relisten #tma #tma relisten #jonny sims #jonathan sims #media analysis #analysis #oliver banks #antonio blake #the end #tma entities #smirkes 14 #smirke's fourteen #magnus archives entities #the magnus archives #magnus archives #tma spoilers #the magnus archives spoilers #tma podcast #rusty quill network #rq network #elias bouchard #gertrude robinson #Mag 11 #Dreamer #Grifters Bone #Graham Folger

[rogueddie]

Corroded Coffin Fic Rec (multiple pairings of / with the band members, e.g; Jeff/Eddie or Argyle/Gareth)

Important: READ THE TAGS! Also, leave a comment and kudos! These fics are amazing and I love them and I hope y'all do too 🎸

Corroded Coffin's Collective Brain Cell

CrystalDragonette

In which all of Corroded Coffin is in love with Steve, not that he notices. He's just happy he has friends

Words : 1,205 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

Pairing : Corroded Coffin/Steve Harrington (one-sided)

AO3 : x

(This is the first of a four part series, it's an amazing read!)

Ain't no mountain high enough

Darkimpala

They had agreed weeks ago that they didn't need to anything crazy or big for their anniversary, even if it was their first.

But of course when do they ever listen to each other.

Words : 1,347 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : General Audiences

Pairing : Gareth/Eddie Munson

AO3 : x

Leaning on you

ravensapphire

Gareth patted Eddie's shoulder:"The worst thing that can happen is that I'm going to throw myself off the cliff of Lover's Lake because he doesn't like me back" he said "Go away, you idiot".

Eddie ruffled his hair and smiled at him with an encouraging wink.

Words : 1,550 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : General Audiences

Pairing : Gareth/Jeff

AO3 : x

touch me the way no one else does

starryeyedjanai

Eddie keeps touching Jeff's legs through the holes in his jeans like he doesn't even realize he's doing it and it's been driving him crazy for the better part of an hour.

Jeff's been trying to think of a one-liner that would be sufficient for what he's feeling, but all he can say is, "If you don't stop touching my knee, man," trailing off.

"What?" Eddie asks, a smirk on his face. Jeff knew he was doing this on purpose. "What are you gonna do?"

Oh. He hadn't thought that far ahead.

But he has years of learning to think on his feet as practice, so he says, "I'll drag you back inside the school and make you do something about it."

Words : 2,385 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Explicit

Pairing : Jeff/Eddie Munson

AO3 : x

I Kissed a Girl

alley_cat_toulouse, itsBudsey09

“Listen, you seem like a nice guy and I’m sorry you got dragged into this…”

Words : 2,915 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

Pairing : Argyle/Gareth

AO3 : x

#stranger things #corroded coffin #gareth emerson #jeff stranger things #eddie munson #rarepairs #fic rec #ficrecs

[spielzeugkaiser]

hi, first off i really love your art. the h/c and warmth really hit me where i live and your illustration style is fantastic. lately i've been obsessed with the post where an unwell milek thinks geralt will leave him behind. was that an ingrained insecurity, assuming his super-witcher dad wouldn't have time for a sickly human kid?

[MASTERPOST] - Ahh, thank you for the ask! Yes, this scene.. I actually saw this a bit differently! It's not about Milek fearing Geralt will leave him behind, he actually wants him to. They need to find his Pa!! I think he often feels like a burden; Jaskier knows this, but Geralt isn't aware of this yet. Milek just wants to pull his weight, especially with Jaskier. A little sneak peak to their struggles regarding this:

Meanwhile Jaskier continues to struggle with his omega status.

#jaskier #the witcher #geraskier lovechild #julian alfred pankratz #omegaverse #there are various things happening here! a. Milek never really had to fear that Jaskier would leave him he knows he never ever would #b. Jaskier said again and again that he'll always care for him and loves him and that he doesn't have to pull any weight at all #c. Jaskier actually became the parent that just wants his kid to be educated and study and learn #(maybe because he knows Milek won't be able to do hard labour but also because he knows what Milek really wants to do) #(filed under: things I haven't drawn yet but they had their big fallout because of oxenfurt and university - things to come in the future) #d. Milek has watched Jaskier working his ass off in various jobs that he didn't like #(and he thinks that prostitution is the worst but only because they didn't properly talk about it before) #e. Jaskier is struggling with how he is percieved - which I think was never that much on his mind when he was travelling with Geralt #being a carefree bard and giving everyone the middlefinger who had some wrong ideas about what he could do and what not #but this is definitely an AU in which he doesn't have a good relationship with his father and he can still hear him say he'll become #'an unbonded omega with a bastard child working on the streets' and I think sometimes it gets to him #(because Jaskier is king of hating his parents ever being right about him) #that Jaskier kind of wants to spare Milek and quietly hopes we won't become an omega - even if he feels bad about it - shall become plot #(one dayyyy) #anyway that was a very long rant about Mileks complex relationship with him feeling like a burden

[ohitslen]

Something something I was thinking about this afternoon over on Twitter right here

#no real meaning behind anything I just thought it would be funny #inside my head there are things that are happening beyond our comprehension. mine included. this is one of them #wouldn’t it be so cute? not to Kni maybe but to me and Vash sure is! #I used to be at the church choir when I was a kid for like a year and then never came back to it #my mom was a choir girlie her whole adolescence so it just kinda stuck with me for a little #I am not a catholic since years ago so this is double the funny bc I can barely remember anything LMAOOO #ww WILL become a priest and he will be the worst priest ever committing sacrilege after sacrilege incredibly sinful #oh religious guilt! how great I used to have loads of that one when I was a kid. it wasn’t even endorsed by my family I just thought that #hell was a scary place even if they never told me I would be punished. lucky in that aspect but they didn’t count with the fact that #I had undiagnosed adhd and anxiety so that was a hell lot of fun so let’s project yeah! #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #Kni saverem #millions knives #trigun stampede #trigun fanart #nicholas trigun #vash #wolfwood #nai trigun #Kni Trigun #church choir! AU #funniest thought ever like what the fuck even is this OQNMSKW

[lumi-waxes-poetic]

Some Tolkien affirmations to help you along when the darkness seems too much and everything seems lost

"The world may be grim, but there's always hope. Even in the darkest of days, there may be one bright star to guide you."

—Elrond

"It is not despair, but only the handing on of a torch."

—Aragorn

"The greatest good returns at last to those who share it freely."

—Gandalf

"It is not by sorrow and by suffering that we grow. It is by the choice we make when faced with sorrow and suffering."

—Fëanor

"The world is changed because I am in it."

—Bilbo Baggins

bonus round (Tolkien never actually wrote this — Peter Jackson did — but it's a good fucking line and Tolkien would have 100% agreed with it):

“Saruman believes it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. I found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love."

— Gandalf

#You have to realize how much Tolkien had refused to break or lose his faith in people despite being in the Trenches of World War 1 #Specifically: he was there for the Battle of the Somme — the war at its absolute worst #He arrived two weeks after it started + lost two best friends + was medivac'd out only a month before the battle ended #Hell was his everyday experience for four months #until he was injured badly enough to merit (even in the eyes of the horrifically cruel military standards of the age) sending him home #He saw mankind at its darkest and worst ever #he lost things and people who were precious to him — and in horrific ways we will hopefully never have to know firsthand #and yet through it all and after he refused to lose his hope and faith even though nobody would have blamed him if he had #in fact he came to believe that seeing mankind at its worst made hope and optimism and faith more important than ever before #AND IT MOVED HIM TO WRITE THIS #And then World War II happened (AND THE HOLOCAUST) #and far from convincing him that he was wrong #it just made him more certain that he was right #what a goddamn Chad #that John Ronald Reuel Tolkien #quotes #the hobbit #gandalf #jrr tolkien #j.r.r. tolkien #optimism #inspiration

[brookheimer]

what is it with this past 24 hours and absolutely baffling takes on the last episode

#like y’all think kendall had every right to ignore rome’s wishes to not have the abuse leaked bc roman is living in a dream world where #logan wasn’t abusive and needs to be brought back down to reality???????? y’all think he loses the ability to have a stake in this decision #bc his abuse is so deeply internalized that he excuses logan’s actions for it??????? it’s one thing to say ken made the smart move but it’s #a whooooole other one to act like he didn’t even do anything bad at all. you do realize they explicitly mentioned leaking the physical #abuse right? you do realize rome was the only one (we know at least) to have been phys abused? you think kendall is right to leak that info #to the masses?????? that would literally define roman’s life. like he’d be The Roy That Logan Beat. how the fuck is he supposed to grieve #his very-recently-dead father let ALONE heal from his abuse if roman’s forced to relive it in the public eye 2 days after logan dies #like the experience of having that leaked will be infinitely worse roman than for kendall bc he will be singled out as the only one logan #hated enough to beat and boy do tabloids love physical abuse and kendall is WAY closer to coming to terms w the abuse than roman who #really really needs to work through that shit before idk it becomes public domain #like idk if that’s what WILL happen but it certainly fuckin could. we have no rzn to think it wouldn’t!!!! #this isn’t like a Uniquely Evil Move from ken or anything it’s a pretty classic succession maneuver i’m not saying he’s the devil or smth #like… at all. but it’s still not a Great Thing To Do? especially to roman????? #seen this take multiple diff times now. insane <3 #it’s wrong to act like this is the single worst thing any character haa ever done (a take i have not seen but i digress) but it is also very #wrong to act like it literally wasn’t even bad #seen this take at least four times so i’m not talkin ab any one person or thing in particular just like… dude. cmon #succession #succession spoilers

[icewindandboringhorror]

If you became super rich and could design your own house, but could only add THREE unnecessary/random/expensive home additions (like how people will have bowling alleys, movie theatres, closets with museums of shoes, car display rooms, spa rooms, wine cellars, etc. in their mansions) - what three would you choose?

#I think I would have: an indoor pool (but like heavily customized with a faux weather system so I could get the feeling of swimming in #rain or fog or snow etc.). a very small arcade consisting only of skee-ball and DDR machines. and an old Library Room with authentic #historical furniture/interior design to store old books/tapestries/study room equipment/whatever other antiques I'd collect. It'd be #like some fully intricate movie set or something that would feel completely like stepping into another world/time. #Though I might would trade out the arcade for a roller skating rink.. i DO love skating.... #And I wouldve put rock climbing gym because I love indoor rock climbing but.. as I understand it they have to change out the rock things #on the walls every once in a while so that you can have new routes and it doesnt get boring. and I'd rather have an activty room thats like #self sustaining and doesnt require me to hire some person to come switch things around once every month. Otherwise I would #totally do that instead. #I'm also personally not counting ''craft'' type stuff like having a pottery room kiln sort of thing because #that doesn't count as 'unnessecary' to me. since stuff like that would not at all be just a hobby I 'happen to #do sometimes for fun' #but would definitely be a career sort of thing. Like if I had the money for a fully stocked sculpture room and and a sewing room #with a good machine and etc. then I would literally be professionally selling pottery and designing clothing and etc. #so I wouldn't count it as 'just a random side room I dont need' etc. #The same way that if I played tennis professionally or as a very intense hobby that takes up most of my life/time #then I wouldn't count having a tennis court in your house to practice in as 'unncesscarry' etc. #wow that is the worst I have ever spelt that word ghbjh #Un Cess Carry #ALSO would obviously have an underground bunker of some sort with food and emergency supplies which also does not count as unnecessary to m #since it's literally like... survival.. And I thought most health organizations literally reccomend that even #the common person has a small 'go bag' prepared in their house. and like an evacuation plan in case of fire or other things #It WOULD be an unnecessary rich person thing to have a full on undergRound village or something stocked with 9000 guns and #whaetever. but I think just a basic emergency room with basic supplies could still be counted under the 'not unnecessary' requirement. #Like I would say that a sprawling courtyard of flower gardens and fountains and hedge mazes that takes up like a hundred thousand #dollars a year in maintenance would count as one of the three 'unnecessary and expensive' things. But having a small garden in the #back yard with a few planters in a little greenhouse or whatever would not. The 'excessiveness' of the thing matters lol #ANYWAY!!! #Just curious what other peoples Three Main things would be... hrrmm

[mqonlighting]

real talk in the tags for a second because i have a crush on a girl and i. a hehe. ahehehe.

will be burying this in reblogs and never touching on it again

#so random disclaimer this girl is like a year older than me and in high school it’s like a nono for older and younger batch to like be #a thing so i know i generally have no chance but i like to live in my own insanity and the progression of my crush on her has been absolute #ly cuckoo bananas. so like it started out as ‘i wanna be your friend’ and progressed into ‘shit they’re really pretty’ to ‘wow ur so??’ to #‘fuck i like them’ and then it died down and then by all golly it came back but more of a hallway crush now which is bearable bc i’m #not really a part of their life?? like we know each other but we don’t wave and shit and we don’t like ever interact that much so i was lik #ok this is fine bc they literally never think of me so i’m just admiring from afar. and the FIRST inciting incident was i request them onig #and i expect to not get accepted because according to their friends they onyl accept close friends and i’m like k this is a bad idea probs #but the worst that could happen is i get left in their follow requests right?? RIGHT?? but then within like two hours of reqing. lord. #i got. ACCEPTED. and they requested back. and suddenly it’s +1 tangibility like ok?? maybe we’re not as strangers as i thought we were #i later discovered i was not that special for this but also?? cool?? anyways for a while it kind of laid dead and we never spoke at all eve #tho i was in their acc now (at this time they barely posted but whenever they did it was so?? funny like they would slap the randomest shit #on that acc) and it was still a hallway crush altho my friends r awful (/pos) people who would always make me pass their hallway and i #would run into them so often but at this point we only ever like exchanged glances and they would walk right past me like i wasnt even ther #but THEN the second incident happened which was basically we had to play instruments for this christmas event thing and bc they’re literall #y amazing they played for it and i was roped into it and. i was so gay the whole time. bc who wears a leather jacket to school and gets the #prettiest haircut ever right on the last day before a long break?? and the worst part is whenevr something confusing happened they would #turn to me and this one other person and we’d b laughing together. like we r friends. and they’re so fucking nice they were checking up on #us the whole time i was literally dying i kept dropping my pick and stealing looks AURURUGH and they’re so gen funny and interesting i just #and the first few days of holiday break i just couldn’t stop thinking abt them it was so bad? like that was the moment where i was genuinel #like is this more than a hallway crush… eventually it died back down until the next event we had to play together where they were being SO #SO much more comf w me? like exchanging knowing looks when smt funny happens and that stuff.. at this point i didnt even know what to like #think of my crush on them so i just let it be yk. atp they’re not even waving at me in the hallways at all still so maybe they’re just bein #nice! BUT NO. THAT IS UNTIL I AUDITIONED FOR A BAND (theyr in charge of accepting) AND THEY ACCEPTED ME WHICH COOL BUT LIKE A DAY LATER I #HEARD FROM OUR MUTUAL FRIEND THAT THEY SAID ‘yeaa im so happy i got (my name)’ AS IN IN THE BAND. LIKE. HELLO?? HI U THIUGHT ABT ME?? and #during the first band mtg where everyone’s all awk they kept making eye contact w me and asking if i was good and making sure i got to say #smt before anyone made a decision and it. murdered. me. i’m sorry maybe it’s the fanfic writer in me or this shit is literally nothing and #think they’re just nice to everyone but who cares bc it means they’re nice to ME too. and then last week happened. which was like the nail #in the coffin. INTERACTION ACTIVITY. I IMPULSIVELY ASK IF THEY WANNA B GROUPMATES AND THEY SAY YES. THEY ONLY TALK TO ME AND THEIR FRIENDS. #I ACT STUPID. THEY ALUGH AND TOUCH MY SHOULDER. I ASK ABT THEIR CAMERA AND THEY GO ON A LONG-ISH (cute) RANT ABT SMTH. THEY ASK WHY I HAVE #BIG ASS STACK OF POST ITS. WE TALK. THEY LAUGH AT MY JOKES. SUDDENLY. THEY SAY A FULL HELLO IN THE HALLS. THEY WAVE AT ME A DAY LATER. FUCK

[shirtlessradfahrer]

hi sorry I disappeared for like two weeks but I was overwhelmed with the news that there's a significant chance I may be on the autism spectrum (and possibly have a nice side helping of adhd) which if true has a fuckton of implications for how poorly many, many things throughout my life have played out, so needless to say I am not doing very well

(and by that I mean I was mostly crying on and off for days, and then cried some more when I realized it will cost thousands if I want to get a proper assessment done and I'm not confident my insurance would cover all of it, and also depending on how much my hours continue to be cut this month I may not even have said insurance for much longer at all hahahaha)

#i'm so angry #thinking of how many adults complained about me and my behaviour growing up but couldn't help me at all #how long have i suffered for no reason #because i wasn't a completely nonverbal boy who liked trains or some shit #...actually i did really like trains but it didn't matter apparently #but learning about all the signs and symptoms in girls/women has felt like getting punched in the gut over and over #and all the absolute worst of my childhood and teenage years has rushed back to me with new context #and i'm so fucking angry and sad and upset #and now my mom is angry af too because she took me to a psychologist in complete desperation when i was like five #because i couldn't control my emotions for shit once i was home from school #i would just flip tf out and throw stuff around my room and be incapable of saying anything until i had completely calmed down #and this was happening on a regular basis and she didn't know what tf to do #and while at school i couldn't make eye contact or advocate for myself and again i just shut down completely if i was too stressed or upset #and several other things #and the psychologist was basically like lol idk what's wrong with her but you probably just need to be a better mother :) #just slightly more professionally #NO ONE ever mentioned the possibility of autism to her #and i feel like some of these things have...worsened when i'm at work but i couldn't figure out why i was having so much difficulty #and why i felt so drained after even a short shift #but then reading about masking hit me like a fucking freight train #and apparently my brother’s girlfriend-who was officially diagnosed a few years ago-suspected it when she first met me?? #but idk what to do now bc i have an doctor's appointment next week #and i feel like i should bring it up because i hate just self-diagnosing #but even if i somehow managed to pay for an assessment (lmao) i don't feel like my doctor's going to take it seriously #considering he's been our family doctor since my birth #and apparently couldn't be bothered to take my mom's concerns that seriously back then either #jfc I’m rambling again don’t look at me