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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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Your lips, my lips

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characters; Tighnari, Cyno, Scaramouche, Kaedehara Kazuha, gn reader

cw/tw; reverse hurt/comfort in Scars’s, overworked reader in Tighnari’s, injured reader in Cyno’s (plus one bad joke), Kazuha’s is pure fluff

word count; 400+ for each

notes; part two to this, it’s nothing but kisses and fluff with a smidge of angst bc I can’t ever have anything too nice hehe;;;; enjoy !!

Please reblog if you like this !!

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Tighnari

“Just one more…”

The ink was flowing faster than your hand could keep up with, rushed words almost looking illegible. Thankfully, this was just the fifth draft (or was it then sixth?) so there was no need to worry, you could rewrite it tomorrow. Over and over again, meticulously, until everything was perfect.

A sharp, hushed call of your name nearly made you jump out of your skin, the pen in your head slipping through your shaky fingers.

“It’s the middle of the night! What are you still doing up?”

Hesitantly, you shifted your gaze towards the shuffling footsteps, watching the doorway until a pair of familiar ears popped up. You sighed in brief relief, but the moment didn’t last long. The last person that you wanted to catch you in the act was Tighnari.

“Um…” You began, shrinking in your seat when he stood in front of you. “Nothing?”

The fox raised one of his eyebrows, glancing up and down at you before folding his arms over his chest, one of his ears beginning to twitch from annoyance. “Nothing?” He parroted, snatching the poorly concealed paper on the desk before you could even realise that he’d noticed it. Your raised hand fell pathetically by your side, head lowering when you heard the tell tale heavy sigh coming from your friend - a sign you were about to be in for the lecture of a lifetime. You could already see him pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

“… When is your paper due?”

“Two days…”

“How many drafts?”

“… Five?” You questioned yourself, raising your hand to scratch at your neck nervously. “Maybe six…?”

“Six drafts?! How long have you been writing?”

“… All day?” You had the nerve to look sheepish under his glare, both of his ears giving a particularly aggressive flick before he grabbed your wrist, dragging you away from your desk.

“Wh- Tighnari!” You squeaked, but the man in question continued to stomp over to where your bed was.

“If I have to sit with you until you fall asleep, then I will, but don’t even think about touching a piece of paper until you get some sleep.”

“But-“

“Ah, ah, ah- rest.” And with that, your companion shoved you on top of your bed, the impact making you bounce a little. You didn’t have time to complain however, since you were quickly swaddled in a comfortable blanket, with Tighnari snuggled up against your side.

“… And how would you know what I’m thinking about?” You grumbled, resting your head against his shoulder, already beginning to feel your heavy eyes slipping shut without your permission.

“I hear everything. That includes your thoughts…” The fox mumbled, his voice slurring just slightly. Was he just as tired as you? You hummed quietly in reply, moving in closer towards the warmth of his body. His large, fluffy tail curled around you as his lips pressed gently against your nose. “Sleep well, dearest…”

Cyno

Both of you released a collective sigh, the tension from your bodies finally beginning to dissipate. You sank into the tree you were leaning against - if you closed your eyes and concentrated, maybe you would become one with it. You wouldn’t mind that, honestly. Being a lonesome little tree in the middle of the desert, gently swaying in the calm breeze that swept across the land in the dead of night. At least you would never have to move again.

You only opened your eyes when you heard a quiet grunt beside you, and a weight against your shoulder.

“The camp and fire are set up, you can rest now.” The general spoke, his gaze on the growing flame in front of the two of you, his own eyes looking as if they had been set ablaze.

“Thank you, Cyno…” You sighed softly, leaning against him further. He hummed quietly in response, his head beginning to tilt to lean against yours. A moment of tranquil peace. That was until you moved to get closer to your partner, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat. The both of you sat up, the protector's eyes immediately going to the bloodstain on your sleeve. You had told him that it was just a scratch, but he had suspected it was more than that.

“Let me have a look.”

“No, it’s fine-“

“You’re hurt. Stop being stubborn.” His tone left no room for arguments, so reluctantly, you let him pull up your sleeve.

You winced at the sight of your inflamed skin, turning your head away from your lover's disapproving gaze. His fingers gently grazed against it, flinching back when you let out a quiet groan of pain.

“We’re going to need to patch it up.” You were afraid of that.

“We don’t have enough supplies, this isn’t serious enough to use them. What if you get hurt?” You tried to get your point across, but he had already made his way to the nearby tent to grab a first aid kit, one of the only ones you had brought with you - mainly because your partner has a tendency to not need treatment, even if he was injured. It was both inspiring and concerning how he could brush off being hurt the way he did sometimes. You, on the other hand…

“This might sting…”

“Are you sure this is necessary…?” You asked quietly, trying your best not to move when he grabbed your arm to steady it. He nodded once, hovering over your wound with the cleaning materials.

“Maybe there’s another way…”

The white haired man raised his head, looking directly into your eyes.

“If you have any other suggestions, I’m all ears.” The two of you stared each other down in the silence that followed his words, before your eyes trailed up to the large set of ears on his headset. You snorted quietly, laughing softly. While you were distracted by the awful joke he had just told and with practised ease, he quickly cleaned up your arm, wrapping it up efficiently before you even realised what he had just done.

“There…” Softly, he placed a sweet kiss on your bandaged forearm. “All better…”

Scaramouche

His back was turned to you when you came into the bedroom, but you were sure he wasn’t asleep. It was nights like these that the facade dropped, the mask shattering when it hit the ground, hard. When there was no Balladeer, no Scaramouche, no harbinger - all there was, was a hollow puppet. He had a name, once, but it was so far in his memories that he couldn’t even remember it. Where were the ones who knew his name, anyway? Surrounded by darkness, he couldn’t recall the light, or it's comforting warmth. Not when the room was dark and the bed was empty.

“Scara…?” You whispered, shuffling closer to the lump underneath the covers. He didn’t even stir. You would’ve assumed that he was asleep, if it weren’t for the fact that when you got closer, you could see his vibrant eyes were wide open. A quiet sigh slipped out from your lips, crawling into the covers and wrapping your arms around him from behind. Only then did he glance back at you, his hand resting on one of yours instinctively. The two of you stayed in silence for a moment, revelling in the comfort from such a simple gesture. Until you spoke.

“Nightmare again?”

He nodded his head slowly, squeezing your hand lightly. You knew he never spoke about the things that plagued his mind, memories lodged so deep in his head that he couldn’t escape them, no matter how hard he tried. Talking would only make them more prominent, so you never tried to make him speak about it. You would be there if he decided to, but only on his terms - you weren’t going to force it.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” The answer to that question would usually be left unsaid, but in the quietness, you hear a hushed whisper.

‘Love me.’

“I love you.” There was no hesitance, you would tell him over and over again, until all he could remember was the sound of your voice. He turned around in your arms, his own circling around your waist, pulling you in closer.

“Again.” He whispered, and you obliged.

“I love you.” His lips were on yours in an instant, hands moving to grasp at whatever he could. Desperate, hopeful hands, clinging onto you for dear life, kissing you as if you were the very air he breathed. Addiction to the sweetest relief - your kisses, your touch, you.

“I love you.” This time it was his voice, his words verberating against the plush of your lips, the sound so soft only you could hear his declaration of his undying adoration.

“I love you.”

Kazuha

Content fingers ran through fine, silvery strands of hair, twirling the edges around their fingertips. the reciprocant of the motion letting out a deep sigh. Smiling, you continued, watching as your partner closed his eyes in satisfaction.

“Feel nice?”

“Mhm… Very.” The ronin chuckled quietly, leaning into your touch.

If you were told a year earlier that you would have Kaedehara Kazuha’s head in your lap after the long day the two of you had spent together, you wouldn’t have believed it. This wandering maple leaf, drifting in the wind, finally decided to land on the ground - for you? Impossible.

But here you were, playing with your beloved’s hair, a fantasy you had craved from the moment your feelings started to blossom for him. Or if you were to go further, the moment those crimson eyes locked with yours.

You remembered the exact moment you fell for him. Out on the deck of the crux, the vision of him looking out towards the horizon with the wind blowing through his hair, that soft smile on his lips. How could you not fall for such a charming sight? Especially when he turned towards you, and that smile only widened. His hand outstretched to you, and without hesitation, you took it within your own. You knew that you could trust him to guide you someplace else, someplace better. You would follow him, no matter where he went. Your home was with Kazuha, and his home was with you. No place, location or city could compare.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Zuzu.” You giggled, noticing how his breathing had started to soften and even out. His lips quirked up slightly, opening his eyes halfway to gaze up at you, chuckling once more.

“Why would that be a problem? I think this is the perfect place to fall asleep.” He chuckled once again, before continuing quietly. “It’s quiet, peaceful, and I’m with you. I can’t imagine anywhere else where I could rest. I don’t think it gets better than this. ” His own little piece of heaven.

“You do have a point…” You whispered softly, leaning down slowly towards his face, admiring his mesmerising features. Your partner's eyes opened wider, your only warning for what he was about to do. To say you were surprised when he suddenly sat up and captured a kiss from you was an understatement.

“I was proven wrong.”

“About what?”

The wanderer smiled.

“It got better.”

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qinluofu · 4 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤrhodochrosite 🫧 shidou ryusei x gn!reader

in which shidou tries his best to comfort you from your toxic ex rin + asshole rin is very real in this au so beware

sfw work + 400++ wc

"it's me or them"

You couldn’t even look at Rin, trying to hold your tears. You could feel his gaze upon you, as you waited for an answer.

Rin sighs, “don’t make this difficult for me”

“I just want to know”, in your heart you already knew a definitive answer, you just wanted to hear him say it, say it so you can know he doesn’t love you, so you can move on

“I’d choose them”

And that’s all you needed to hear to never look back at him ever again.

You know that feeling when something heavy falls onto your stomach and you start crying uncontrollably? Yeah something like that

During the first day, you lay in bed all day with no appetite for any food and especially the pastries from the coffee shop just down the street (he always bought you the egg tarts). You kept checking for your messages, never blocking Rin just to see what he had to say, staring at the chat histories.

During the second day, everything sinks down to you and you realize you have lost the only person that cared about you. Were you really not enough? You tried to find fault in everything, everyone, but at the end there was still no one by your side.

During the third day, you felt rage inside you. You wanted to ruin his football career, you wanted to ruin his new partner, you almost could feel the motivation to get out of bed and properly confront him, to get the closure you deserved.

because rin isn’t the type of person to just cheat out of nowhere. because rin isn’t the type of person to be able to fake his love for someone for 5 years because you can’t accept the fact that he doesn't want you anymore

shidou knocks on your door. he knows your home, he knows you broke up with rin, he knows your sad.

despite his external layer of brassiness he knows well that its time to invade your personal space and rescue you from the pits of your bed before you suffocate of emotional damage.

shidou has to juggle between beating rin up or giving you a hug, beating rin up can satisfy his personal needs but might intensify your sadness so the latter seems more promising.

you slowly opened the door after knowing it was him after seeing the cameras and he nervously holds out his hands to embrace you, unsure if you would accept his hug.

surprisingly you didn't push him away. his hug felt warm, warmer and more sincere than any hug rin itoshi could ever give you. shidou slowly closed the door and coo's at your crying.

"everything's gonna be fine from now on."

a/n: there's gonna be a part2, i think.. this has been sitting in my drafts for a considerable time so i hope this was fine to read

#shidou ryusei #blue lock #blue lock fanfiction #bllk x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou ryusei x y/n #bllk scenarios #bluelock #shidou x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock angst #rin itoshi

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intersectionalpraxis · 6 months

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*IMPORTANT* updates from Let's Talk Palestine's free broadcast channel on their Instagram account 🇵🇸

December 8th, 2023 [EST]

Diplomatic updates 🌍

• Reuters, citing unnamed US officials, reports that the Biden administration has asked Congress to approve the sale of 45,000 tank shells to Israel.

• White House 🇺🇸 National Security Aide denies earlier reports that the US had given Israel a deadline: “We have not given a firm deadline to Israel, not really our role. This is their conflict.“

• The US 🇺🇸 vetoed a draft UN Security Council resolution calling for an immediate ceasefire in Gaza. The UK 🇬🇧 abstained. All 13 other members supported it.

• Israel asks US to approve an order for more than $500 million in ammunition for tanks, despite the increasing scale of atrocities.

• A top Israeli official expects the attacks on Khan Younis, the southern city now at the heart of the latest attacks, to last up to four weeks. Operations, according to him, have “just started”.

Gaza updates 🇵🇸

• Israel bombed and destroyed the oldest mosque in Gaza, the medieval Great Omari Mosque. Parts of the historic structure date back to 400 CE.

• Hamas: Our fighters destroyed 21 army vehicles either completely or partially in the last 24 hours. Fighters “clashed” with Israeli troops and managed to “kill and wound” a number of them. The group’s fighters also blew up several tunnels and houses where Israeli soldiers were stationed.

• Israeli military spokesperson says two soldiers were “seriously injured” while attempting to reach captives in Gaza. Earlier, Hamas said it successfully thwarted a rescue attempt by Israeli forces that led to the death of a captured soldier.

• Hundreds killed in the last 24 hours across Gaza.

One more diplomatic update 🌍

• Belgium is set to join the US in banning violent Israeli settlers from entering the country

Finally, we have more info on the Palestinian men who were abducted, stripped, and (for at least 7 men) executed:

Yesterday, Israeli forces stormed the northern Beit Lahia neighborhood at 10am, ordering residents to come down from their buildings and surrender. The soldiers then ordered the women and children to go to Jabalia and Kamal Adwan Hospital. They also took the elderly men for interrogation, before telling them to follow the women.

“A neighbour of ours, a 58-year-old man, who was the director of a UNRWA school, they took him with the young men. They stripped them and took pictures, they tied them up. And they put them in their trucks and took them near the coastline,” a witness said.

The men were then lined up on the coastline and left in the cold for

“14-15 hours”. Some were interrogated and some were “beaten and insulted”

Some of the abductees were then put in a truck & returned to Beit Lahia in the early morning hours, according to the resident. Others remain missing.

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highvern · 4 months

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Track 3: John Hughes Movie - Maisie Peters

“Cause this ain't no John Hughes movie, Where the girl gets the guy // You look right through me, Every time you walk by”

Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: unrequited love, friends to strangers

Length: ~370

Note: fun fact, when i started drafting this series all of 95 line had angst and all of 96 had smut lmao. i only managed to change up seuncheol's bc this one felt too right and Jeonghan's was just too fun. On another note, posting this early to celebrate 400 followers??? Who are you people? Let me kiss you

Like, comment, reblog, enjoy!

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This blog is intended for 18+ only! MDNI or you'll be blocked!

It hurt.

Watching the man you cared so much for look through you like you were nothing hurt.

Mingyu’s engagement party began an hour ago and in that time Joshua spoke to one once. A generic greeting at the bar, followed by a swift dismissal as he rushed back to his girlfriend.

It’d been like this since Mina came into the picture. He didn’t have time for you anymore, priorities seemingly shifting over night to accommodate the new presence in his life. You tried to understand, to extend forgiveness. Of course things couldn’t stay the same and deluding yourself into thinking they could was foolish.

The texts between Joshua and you slowed to a trickle; unanswered for days at a time until weeks passed without a word. Your weekly hangouts devolved alongside, turning into every other week, until rain check after rain check made them a thing of the past and you both only saw each other through pictures on social media.

Now you only saw him at events like this. Where Joshua and Mina remained wrapped in each others’ arms, oblivious to the room around them because they only have eyes for one another. Thick waves of infatuation rolled off them to wash away the remnants of your lifelong friendship.

It hurt.

You stayed at the party long enough to leave without being considered rude. A short round of goodbyes and congratulations while gravitating towards the door. Some sick part of your mind pleads to look back in the corner of the room, hopeful you’ll find a set of doe eyes shining with an epiphany but you know better. Every step sinks heavier with the unbearable weight of hope Josh might follow. He’d look up at your retreating figure and come to his senses; realizing the same feelings you’d suffered in silence plagued him too.

But the sharp bite of wind from the open door welcomes your solitary figure, shocking against the warm laughter at your back. A place without room for you any more.

Each click of your heel echoes across the concrete parking. Alone.

And when the glass door rattles shut, it's shutting you away from more than the restaurant you’ve left behind.

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wayward-aeon · 3 months

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the peculiar intersections of plurality and fictionkinity

having been inspired by the discussions at the currently ongoing convention, i decided to clean up and post this ramble that's been sitting in my drafts for a while.

i don't usually talk about systemhood publicly, but i had an interesting experience some time ago that i thought might be worth sharing.

~400-500 words

once upon a few years ago, there was a fictive who occupied the host position of my collective. however, after a series of complicated internal developments, this fictive merged into the primordial identity soup, also known as me!

that fictivity and the relevant source material is still a part of me. i wouldn't be who i am now without it. but i view it in a similar fashion to how one might view a kintype they had in youth, and later grew out of as they learned more about themselves and who they really are.

fast forward to late 2022. i was watching a new show, and one of the characters struck me as uncomfortably familiar. i felt like i was looking at myself; specifically, the self i thought i had discarded like shed skin several years ago. i couldn't shake the feeling that this character was me, in a way that not even i was me anymore. i reacted by sweeping it all under a rug (which, spoiler, never works), until last month i finally felt bold enough to try and confront it.

to paraphrase what i said to @/contractbound when i was confiding in him about it: "its as if the me that identifies with [my fictive self] has a kintype of [the character i'm questioning]. and since that's still technically me, i still feel that connection. i still recognize [that character] as me. but with, like, a degree of separation due to the fact i don't really identify with the fictive part of myself anymore." like some kind of kintype once removed, or something.

he responded with my new favourite way to describe the situation; "it's like, that's you, but also not you, because you is not you." he also called it "the lacroix of being 'kin". i really don't think i can explain it better than that lmao

since then, although acceptance has been slow-going thanks to the complicated nature of…whatever this is, i am at least learning to give it a spot at the table rather than beat it with sticks. part of why i'm writing this is in the hopes that getting it into the open will help the process along, and maybe even reach anyone who may be in a similar situation.

if you, too, have been sipping the fictionkin lacroix, just know you aren't alone.

#fictionkin #fictionkind #alterhuman #alterhumanity

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hiyoriddle · 1 year

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“kiss me if i’m wrong”

content: fluff

pairing: hiyori tomoe x gn!reader

word count: 400+

a/n: i was supposed to post this on new years but i didn't get to finish ittt this has been in my drafts since july...

it was one of those days where you and hiyori had enough time to spend with each other. with both of you being so busy, it’s hard to have him for yourself, even with your attention-seeking boyfriend that would do anything for your affection.

you were on the couch reading a newly bought novel with hiyori laying on top with his arms around your waist. with the novel on your left hand, your right one played with his hair, in hopes that it’d be enough for him.

you secretly wanted to test how long he can handle staying like this. he’s lasted an entire hour, to your surprise. but you knew that hiyori was getting impatient as the time passed. his loud sighs were a dead giveaway.

“is that novel seriously more interesting than me?” he asks with a pout.

no reply.

you turned to the next page without uttering a single word. he huffed, looking offended. this is foul weather!!

then, an idea crossed his mind. he held you tighter. “you’re breaking my heart! you can kiss me if i’m wrong but does this mean you don’t love me anymore?”

damn, that’s good. you sighed, putting the novel down and looking into hiyori’s eyes. he cheered internally, knowing that he won this silly game of yours, you could see it through the grin on his face.

“so are you going to kiss me—“

you cut him off by doing exactly that, making hiyori’s grin grow wider than before. just one kiss wouldn’t suffice, so he pulled away first to throw the novel across the room.

“hiyori!” you gasped.

“now you won’t have any distractions.” he simply stated. “first, you have to pay for your actions!”

he moved to hover above you, peppering your face with kisses. you giggled from the feeling, telling him to stop multiple times but you secretly didn’t want him to.

and when he finally did stop, you were only met with silence. hiyori’s purple eyes look into yours and he tilts his head just a little bit to the side. “where’s my apology? hm?”

“right… i’m sorry, how do i make it up to you?”

he brightens up immediately. “come with me!”

you were dragged outside and to the mall against your will, watching hiyori shop for the both of you while making sure that you were only looking at him.

in the end, it didn’t go as you planned, but seeing him so desperate for your attention makes you want to do it again. he might not be as forgiving next time though.

#꒰ celeste: works! ꒱#ensemble stars #enstars x reader #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x you #enstars imagines #hiyori tomoe #hiyori tomoe x reader

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spade-riddles · 8 months

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Submission (Re: People hating on him):

Anon, not being rude or anything, but wanted to give you an honest opinion and hopefully good response.

If someone’s first assumption about this whole thing is that people who are calling it PR are “hating”, then they are in the target group that this stunt is being catered towards. Especially when you look at Travis’ dating history, because oh look! that search shot up right after Taylor attended the game. lol

No one is hating on Travis. People who are and aren’t Taylor OR Travis fans are just calling out the blatant transparency of it. A host from The View called it a PR stunt. A popular sports host has called this a PR stunt.

People Magazine even said she “heard about the invitation”. So….she heard about this friendship bracelet story….shortly after learning about the invitation? Now, who do we think gave her the heads up about the invitation? Because didn’t she say during her Nashville show that she doesn’t Google herself but Scott told her about the bench named after her in Centennial Park? She was more than likely out of the loop about it until someone brought it to her attention. Because she doesn’t Google herself.

For example:

Patrick Mahomes said Sunday he hoped to meet her. Then he later said he’d met her before at the NFL Draft when it was in Nashville, which is true because that’s when she wore that rainbow colored dress/robe during Lover era.

However, it was also said that Travis/Taylor had gone on TWO double dates with Patrick and his wife…before she attended the game Sunday. So if he met her in passing at the draft, a double date means he had time for a conversation with her, right? But today he said he met her at the private dinner. lol

Travis was with his ex girlfriend, Kayla, for 5 years. Never blatantly made it a point to talk about her publicly even though people knew they were together and attended events together. Now all of a sudden, he’s openly talking about his personal life? On his own podcast and on Pat McAfee’s show? Taylor suddenly owns a Chiefs jacket when she’s only ever referenced the Eagles? She doesn’t even reference the Tennessee Titans. Lol

The cheat sheet incident? Who else in that suite would’ve needed such detailed notes (especially on what to wear to a football game? Unless you’re trying to figure out what to wear to not make it look too obvious). Assuming the people who are usually in his suite are friends and family…who have been to many of his games before (and would know things about the team and fanbase traditions)? His publicist was right behind her and made it a point to hop in Deuxmoi’s comments and say the cheat sheet wasn’t Taylor’s and that she was his publicist. Why? Because she’s paying attention to the demand for her client on a popular gossip blog.

Travis’ jersey sales suddenly going up 400%? When he’s a two-time Super Bowl winner? Heinz making a custom label (“seemingly ranch”) for a product (Kranch) that they’ve had on the market since 2019?

The NFL seeing a boost in ratings off this game against the now 0-3 Bears, a game the Chiefs SHOULD have won? When the Miami Dolphins dropped 70 points in their game?

The man JUST signed with CAA. He wants to expand his brand because he is about to be “old” in NFL terms. CAA is a talent agency. We all know that when celebrities sign with agencies, they are expected to open up about their private lives somewhat because that’s what the audience they are aiming to reach is interested in.

Adele dates (and may be married) to Rich Paul, who is LeBron James’ longtime agent. How often do you hear them speak about each other? How often do you hear LeBron James speak about Adele?

Last. Look at the picture on TMZ from their PRIVATE dinner. The picture wasn’t a sneak picture. Look at the positioning. Look how clear it is. Look how close it is. Taylor, who is talking to someone, would have seen the person taking the photo. There’s another couple in the background facing that direction who would have seen the picture being taken. Their body language is saying “act natural”.

She is allegedly attending the next Chiefs game on Sunday Night Football (which is a prime time game, btw) against….the Jets who are the home team. Watch how the things getting called out this week—- are “cleaned up” for that game and after.

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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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Fleeting moments, sudden kisses

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characters; Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, (separate) and gn reader

cw/tw; minor swearing, very minor mention of fighting on Kaeya’s, other than that it’s pure fluff (but still, let me know if I’ve missed anything.

word count; 400+ for each character

notes; to combat my writers block, I dug out something from my ‘ideas’ drafts and decided to write it and I really like how it’s turned out. It’s my first time writing Diluc so I’m kinda nervous (thank you so much for the tips, Hazel <3) I hope you all enjoy

Please reblog if you like this!!

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Albedo

A quiet sigh slipped out of your lips as you rubbed at your forehead, eyes fixated on the paper in front of you. You could hear the sound being echoed by your counterpart beside you, who was equally stumped. This problem had eluded the both of you for a few days now, and neither of you were coming up with a solution anytime soon. The words were starting to blur together from how hard you were staring, as if the paper had the answers you seeked, making the passages jumbled with sentences that didn’t exist. And it didn’t help that the fire beside you was starting to dim again, yielding to the harsh conditions of the snowy mountain you were stuck on.

Cerulean eyes scanned the information in front of them, pale fingers tender against the page of the old book, as if one wrong move would make the brittle pages crumble. You were envious of the treatment… You hadn’t even realised a small pout was forming on your lips. You let a quiet huff of breath before shaking your head. Focus, Y/N, this was not the time to start getting jealous over a book of all things!

“Is everything alright?” A warm voice asked, the sound wrapping around you like a snug blanket, a comfort much needed.

“Hm?”

“You’ve been staring at my hand for a while. Do you perhaps need a break?” The alchemist asked, eyes flitting between the work in front of him and your gradually warming face.

“Oh, I- I hadn’t even noticed.” You chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of your neck to soothe yourself. It was embarrassing that you had been caught… But, now would’ve been the perfect time to take up his suggestion. You had been going at it for hours, after all. Before you could respond, Albedo had already closed the book and was shutting your own that was in front of you, rising from his seat.

“The fire has gone out. You must be cold.” He stated matter-of-factly, already beginning to shed his coat. The words on your tongue died along with your resolve as he placed the fabric around you, his hands lingering on your shoulders for a moment longer than they should’ve. Your own hands reached up to grasp at the clothing, your cheeks now a prominent pink.

“Thank you…”

“Of course.” He nodded, a subtle smile forming on his lips. As if your heart couldn’t take anymore, the blonde prince leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, before whispering in your ear quietly,

“Anything for you, dearest.”

Childe

You waited. It seemed like forever that you waited. Day in, day out, you waited - for good news, for bad, for something, anything. And now, your patience has finally been rewarded.

You stood quietly, nervously wringing your hands together, nibbling on your bottom lip. You were sure it was today. You double- no, triple checked the letter to make sure. You didn’t want to get it out in case the shaking of your hands caused you to drop the precious cargo, but you were certain of the words.

Today.

Ajax was coming home today. No more incessant, aggravating waiting. He would be here soon, wrapped up in your embrace and you weren’t letting go anytime soon. The Fatui would have to go through you if they wanted Tartaglia back. There was no Tartaglia when he was with you, only Ajax - only your soulmate.

In the distance, just beyond the murky fog, you could see the outline of a large ship coming closer. The horn it sounded off rang in your ears as you took a few steps forward, making yourself stand out from the bustling crowd that was also there, painfully patient to see their loved ones. Your breath hitched when it finally pulled up at the docks, your fidgeting hands freezing once they balled up into tight, anxious fists. And then the doors opened.

As one, the group pushed forward, greedily taking up the space at the front, knocking you out of the way. You wanted to shout in frustration, for now you couldn’t see the exiting passengers, could not see the unruly red hair you so desperately wanted to see. You were sure you screamed his name as your hand reached out towards the boat, but it was too late. You had been pushed too far for your voice to be heard above the ravenous crowd. Defeated, you stumbled backwards, a shaky sigh leaving your lips.

Just as you were about to give up, to go home and wait for him there, you were swept up by a pair of familiar arms, being hoisted up to a certain height before warm lips crashed into your cold ones. You weren’t sure whose tears were wetting your cheeks, but one thing you were sure of was you were where you belonged and so was he.

Here, in your shared, loving embrace, he mumbles against your lips - “I’m home, beautiful.”

Diluc

The gentle clink of glasses being put away echoed through the room, only to be drowned out by you happily humming to yourself as you put yet another glass back in its place. With your lover being busy with ‘external affairs’ away from the winery, you took it upon yourself to help Adalinde out with the piling housework since the winery was short staffed at the moment. But if anything, you were thankful for this opportunity- the less work Diluc had to worry about when he got home, the better, and you were more than happy to assist anyway.

He had been back for quite some time now, but you were sure he hadn’t even noticed you were here. You were tucked away in the kitchen, after all. You did hear both Elzer and Adalinde mildly scold him for being gone for so long though, which made you chuckle quietly under your breath, then you heard the telltale sound of his footsteps heading up the stairs to his room. Hopefully, he had been convinced to get some rest - you knew how hard he worked, day and night, sometimes it felt like he never stopped. If for only a moment, he could relax because you had lessened his load, then you would take up every menial duty you could. It was nothing compared to what he did.

You were down to the few dozen glasses when suddenly, you felt the presence of another behind you. Bleary eyes peered over your shoulder, noticing the neatly placed dishes and other utensils that had been placed back in their original spot after being cleaned thoroughly. You heard a mumble, the deep timbre sending small jolts down your spine.

“What's that, dear?” You asked quietly, turning your head slightly towards him to listen while you continued your cleaning.

“… Did all this?” You could barely make out what he was saying, but you nodded anyway.

“I did. Did I wake you?” You asked, only to receive a shake of his head, his impressive but messy mane springing upwards from the motion. Hesitant arms wrapped around your middle from behind, pulling you into his broad chest, his head burying itself in the space between your shoulder and neck.

“Diluc?” You questioned, a soft gasp escaping your lips when you felt his lips against your skin as he spoke.

“….Thank you.” He mumbled quietly, before more firmly pressing his lips against the bare side of your neck. You were sure your face matched the shade of his fiery hair, your hands halting in their actions before you carefully placed the glass down, sure you were going to break it if you held it any longer.

“…Bed.”

“Huh?”

“Bed… Come to… with me.”

“But-“

“I’ll finish it later.” He grumbled, nuzzling further into your shoulder. You sighed in defeat, raising a hand to run your fingers through his unruly hair, which he sluggishly leaned into. You smiled softly at that.

“Alright…”

Kaeya

“You didn’t have to do this, you know.”

“Hm? Do what?” A sly voice questioned, chuckling at the blank look you gave him.

“Kaeya.”

“Oh, come on. It’s a date, aren’t I allowed to be a gentleman?” Once again, another silky laugh was uttered from those sultry lips. Slick bastard.

He was right, this was a date, perhaps the first one to be officially titled as that, even though the two of you had been an item for quite some time now. With his claim as the Cavalry Captain and you were with your own job, it was almost impossible to get any free time together. Most of it was spent at the tavern or at home, curled up in each other’s arms. It was more than enough for you, but it seemed that your partner thought otherwise. He wanted to show you how much he cherished you, even if it did mean that he was rather… What was the word? Cheesy, about it.

“But you didn’t have to dress up! I thought we were only going to Good Hunter!” You whined playfully, playing with the single rose in your hand he had gifted to you when you opened the door. It wasn’t as if he was trying to steal the limelight, you too had taken the time to put on your best clothes. You had wanted it to be special, and it seemed he also returned that sentiment.

He laughed quietly, taking your hand in his own and leading you out of the doorway. “But isn’t it fun? I should’ve done this when I asked you to be mine.”

“Wasn’t asking me in the middle of fighting abyss mages enough for you?” You teased with a smirk. Ah yes, you remembered. The two of you were just about to confess to each other when all of a sudden, the abyss decided now was the perfect time to ruin the moment. But, you couldn’t exactly say it wasn’t memorable when Kaeya decided to yell about his feelings for you in the middle of the battle. Why did he decide to do it then of all times? Then, when you had to focus on not being hit by the hurricane of water being hurled your way, and not the beating of your longing heart? It wasn’t as if you were any better, screaming at the top of your lungs that his feelings were returned.

“Hm, I suppose so, but it wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

“What exactly did you have in mind?” You asked quietly.

“Well…” He started, before lifting your hand towards his face. “I would’ve done this,” He chuckled, kissing your hand gently, his icy eyes trailing up to meet your own, “Before asking you to be mine.“

Xiao

The wind gently tousled your hair as your hands glided across the stems of the flowers almost expertly, a curious immortal by your side as he watched in a trance.

“See? It’s easy! And you just continue to do that until…” Your voice began to fade out, your words getting lost in the spring breeze as his eyes focused on your face. Your eyes were so vibrant when you talked about something you were interested in. Even if he had lived for thousands of years, and had gathered knowledge on almost every topic by now, he was still enchanted whenever you spoke of something that intrigued you. He blinked a few times before realising you were calling his name, your face scrunched up in… Confusion? Sadness? He wasn’t sure, all he knew was that he didn’t want to see that frown on your face. You were too precious for such an expression.

“Sorry… I think I understand.” Xiao spoke quietly, hesitantly reaching out for the unfinished ringlet of flowers in your hand. He then picked a flower not too far away from him and began very carefully weaving it into the fixed stems. “Like this…?” He questioned quietly, which made that beautiful smile of yours return to your lips.

“You got it! Now for the best part…” You hummed, taking the crown from his hands and placing it gently on top of his head. “Ta da! Now you’ve got a crown fit for the prince you are!” A gleeful giggle broke out from your chest at the adeptus’s cheeks burning brightly from your words.

“I do not deserve such a title.” He huffed, folding his arms over his chest, stubbornly looking away for a moment, only for him to shyly shift his gaze back towards you again - almost as if he couldn’t help himself. “But… Your kindness is accepted. Thank you.”

Still, even when he was surrounded with nature's finest beauty, he couldn’t take his eyes off you - by far, you outshined the flowers around you. If anything, all they did was enhance how truly radiant you were.

As the two of you laid back, with your hands resting on your stomach while you rested peacefully, he continued to stare - continued to wonder how he managed to earn the honour of having you by his side. He swallowed quietly, sitting up slowly. You seemed to have fallen asleep… Which was the perfect excuse to do what he had been wanting for the entire time he had spent with you. Carefully, with the tenderness of a falling petal, he placed a gentle kiss atop of your forehead.

“Sleep well.”

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ASK GAME YIPPEEE

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hi nyxi! at your service ✨

🌨 Sleet - What's the most you've ever written in one sitting?

okay so the most I have ever written in one sitting ever has been about 3k words I believe? it was when I was 14 and it was the first fanfic I'd ever written, idk what fumes I was high off of but I wrote 3,000 words in 2 hours without stopping like it was nothing. I've never been able to do that since, the closest I've come to it is when I wrote almost 2k words in one sitting in a sleep deprived delirium a few weeks ago. my writing has improved a lottt since age 14 for sure but I do wish I had what 14 yr old me had that night </3

I will say tho that I've gotten a lot better this year at writing more words at a time, it used to be a struggle to crank out any more than 200 words and now my bare minimum word count I can expect when I sit down to write is 400-500, and lately its been more so, progress! lol

also shoutout to authors who write like 4k+ in one sitting y'all scare me

☀️ Sun - What's your favorite part of your WIP?

I have many WIPs so I will go with my ultimate WIP aka my sapphic fantasy novel and hmm. I'd say my fave part is a tie between when Tessa and Sophia first really connect and Tessa realizes Sophia is the first person to see her as someone strong and brave and make her feel like she's worthy of being a person in her own right and... the scene where Tessa gets her shit rocked by [redacted] after Sophia tried to protect her by separating them and she loses it and hunts down and kills this guy she really hates lol

🌫 Fog - What was the hardest part of your WIP to write?

Ummm like. every other paragraph LMAO. there are parts that flow really easily and then other parts where I'm just like ummm what are words again. what am I even doing hello what is this? but the nice thing abt first drafts if that if I get really stuck I can always just throw in a one sentence descriptor of what I to want to happen in brackets and then move on to the next scene that flows. im sure future me will be very annoyed when they have to deal with those later but at the pace im going that is soooo far from my problem rn :D

thx for the ask bestie!

#ask game #booksandpaperss asks #elli's writing

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rjzimmerman · 23 days

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Excerpt from this story from Grist:

Negotiators wrapped up the fourth round of formal discussions over the United Nations’ global plastics treaty early on Tuesday morning, inching closer to a final agreement that’s intended to “end plastic pollution.”

Delegates made important progress on the treaty, the final version of which is due by the end of the year. They pared down a lengthy draft of the text and agreed on a formal agenda for “intersessional” work ahead of the next — and final — meeting, in Busan, South Korea, scheduled for November 25. That work will involve critical issues around funding the treaty’s provisions and identifying plastic-related chemicals that should be restricted.

The agenda, however, doesn’t mention the elephant in the room: whether and how the treaty will limit plastic production.

“Nothing happened that was particularly surprising, but this outcome is still quite demoralizing,” said Chris Dixon, an ocean campaign leader for the nonprofit Environmental Investigation Agency who attended the talks. Other groups called the outcome “disappointing” and said the negotiations had been “undermined by deep-rooted industry influence.”

Dixon and other environmental advocates have spent the past three meetings fighting for a treaty that addresses the “full life cycle” of plastics — meaning one that goes beyond waste management to limit the amount of plastic that’s made in the first place.

The world already produces more than 400 million metric tons of plastic per year, and fossil fuel companies are planning to dramatically increase that number over the next few decades. Plastics have been described as the fossil fuel industry’s “plan B” as the world pivots away from using oil and gas in transportation and electricity generation. This could have dire implications not only for plastic pollution but for the climate; according to a recent study, greenhouse gas emissions from growing plastic production could eat up one-fifth of the world’s remaining carbon budget by 2050.

Just because production limits aren’t on the agenda for ad hoc working groups, however, doesn’t mean they’re out of the treaty; it just means delegates may arrive in Busan less prepared to discuss technical concepts related to plastics manufacturing. Language about the “full life cycle” of plastics is still in the treaty’s mandate — which countries agreed on in 2022 — and throughout the draft text. Countries can also host unofficial discussions on the topic between now and November.

There’s already widespread support for addressing plastic production in the treaty. Dozens of countries supported a statement presented by Rwanda and Peru last week saying that a global plastic reduction target should be “a North Star” for the treaty. The paper suggested reducing production by 40 percent below 2025 levels by 2040. Another declaration, published on Monday and signed by 28 countries, called for the treaty to “achieve sustainable levels of production of primary plastic polymers.”

#plastics #plastics treaty

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chippedshake · 3 months

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So I figured out this thing with Alby's character change to the movie and how that affects the plot, and I felt the need to share that.

As we all know, Alby's character was really very severely changed from the book to the movie. He went from rude, annoying, unhelpful, and generally unlikeable to a perfectly good, model, "let me show you the world" leader. This could be for a variety of reasons, but, in my opinion, it's mainly because Alby was actually a fairly complex character, and movies are shorter than books. Using the common ratio of one page of script = one minute of recording, movies have an average of 131 pages, while books tend to be between 300 and 400. So you can have less character development in movies.

The thing is, despite this change being very... different, there is a plot-wise justification. In the book, Alby has been the leader for less than a month when Thomas arrives (he's the first greenie since Nick died). He's also being watched by everyone in the Glade, and is simultaneously trying to seem at least mildly comforting to the new kid so he doesn't freak out and klunk his pants and intimidate the other Gladers into silence. Then Newt comes along and does stuff better than him, which only make his nerves worse, and the Greenie isn't exactly cooperating... which all helps to make Alby stressed out and make a more unpleasant first impression.

Now, in the movie, they do change Alby's personality, I won't deny that, but a large part of what they do to him is change his environment. He's been the leader since the beginning (and, since his way of imposing himself as a leader in the books was by yelling and being rude, and he's no longer rude, there would be no reason for him to stick out in a group of og Gladers, so they had to make him the only one, but they needed to make the amount of Gladers the same so they made him spend more time there... I think I found why they made it three years instead of two) so he's better at it. He know how to calm Greenies down because he's been doing it for three years, and it also helps that when he interacts with Thomas, no one else is there.

And that's basically it, but I was analysing the Maze Runner for school and had to leave this out of my final draft, but am still very proud of it and wanted to share it with someone so yeah. Here you go.

#alby #the maze runner #tmr #tmr alby #book vs movie #character analysis #idk if that's the real reason for the three-two year difference but it felt cool to find a plausible reason #chippedshake

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art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament · 9 months

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Hi, I'd like to ask you to reconsider the one day rounds for future polls. It's only by chance I checked the blog today after not being on tumblr for a few days bc life stuff. The week format was great bc it gave a lot more people the chance to notice it and give feedback and hearing all the art debate was such a great part of the blog.

and the three other asks asking the same.

The entire reason we decided to do one day rounds until the last one is purely because of time issues.

Right this second, unless we start posting multiple rounds a day, it's going to take until November 10th just to get through Round 5, assuming we take absolutely no more life-interfering breaks and giving one day between rounds to actually do any behind the scenes stuff.

If we set it back to one week rounds, November 11th is the end of Round 3.

I'm sorry. I (Mod Salix) really wanted to do 3 day polls, because that seemed better than one, but Tumblr does not have that option. But the three mods have lives too and the idea of doing this tournament for the next four months was..... daunting to say the least. Just counting out the days for the next few rounds was exhausting all on its own.

The idea behind the one week polls on the first round was more about getting us out there, trying to get people to follow and be ready for the future polls. We have over 1900 followers now! That's amazing! And yet as the first round went on, the engagement slowly declined. The most popular poll in Round One Sets 13-16 only got 1500 votes. The lowest polling number in Round One didn't even break 500.

Yeah, sure, rounds 2 through 8 (or maybe we'll shift the semi and quarter finals to one week) will be lower vote count but... we were unfortunately already at that threshold. Right now, with the exception of 3 polls, they're all 400-500 votes which is.... pretty much the same as the majority of the polls starting about Set 11 in Round 1. And honestly, both of us would like to be done being committed to this somewhat before February.

(And right now we're still sitting at too many polls to comfortably post the entire round in a span of a couple of days. For one, that'd be a hell of a lot of taking over your dashboards. There's only 64 polls this time around but that's still way too many. And drafting the polls takes time too, right now we're drafting the polls in the three hours prior to posting. Also if we did shift to post everything in a couple day timespan and leave for a week, at least I (still Mod Salix) would outright forget to come back to do the next round. I did forget when we took that break to relax.)

#art that fucks you up tournament #questions and answers #mod salix #this is really long but that's how i think

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moon boys + tiktok

summary: just what the title suggests ! warnings: established relationship, boys being super cute, kind of crack but not really, mentions of alcohol, sex, but no smut. word count: 643

steven ࿓

- stevens tiktok has a cursed image as the profile picture, he thought it was funny and then got used to it and didn’t wanna change it

- he’s got some random name like ‘sandforbrains335’ a name generator chose it because he thought it was “too much of a responsibility to have a good username” ..not enough responsibility for a computer to choose it

- he’s usually the one sending you videos, most of the tiktoks he sends you are cute cat videos, or short history explanation clips

- completely loves when there’s more than one part to them, he likes watching them one by one

- he slowly starts to learn all of these new words and you end up getting texts like “i cant wait to get out of my gift shopist era.” you think it’s hilarious

- steven doesn’t often make videos unless you ask him to with you, but sometimes you catch him pointing his phone at you. and while you think he’s taking a picture he’s actually making those cute little montage vlog tiktoks about your date

- he’s super sweet, sometimes he asks if you want to save the videos you send him for later at night when the both of you are cuddled up

- you always do <3

marc ࿓

- marc doesn’t have tiktok, at first, he refuses and says it’s a waste of time

- you got him a newer phone for his birthday, and once he finally set it up you asked. “will you download tiktok now?“

- once he finally gives in he sets up a very casual profile, you don’t even think he verified it.

- marc’s profile picture is a very casual mirror selfie of him, he doesn’t think he would use the app very much so he goes for a random photo in his camera roll

- his username is simple just like everything else. spectormarc. he’s surprised it isn’t taken, but he doesn’t show his excitement

- when he gets drunk he likes learning fun dances, mostly the complicated ones. he never posts them but once you see his profile you learn he’s got like 400 drafts

- marc posts a couple videos and one of them goes viral and he randomly wakes up w like a thousand more followers so he goes private LMAO

jake ࿓

- jake loves tiktok, he’s never really been a social media person in terms of putting out content but he’s always enjoyed some good banter now and then

- he’s pretty and he knows it, so he’s always showing his face in his videos and little montages of his day, they’re not the glittery kind either… he’ll walk around the streets and take videos of things he just finds interesting

- look here’s a rat taking this slice of pizza, that’s kind of funny, here’s some geese attacking this guy, that’s even funnier.

- his profile picture is him wearing sunglasses and pointing a pistol to the camera. he tells everyone it’s a fake gun (it’s not)

- jake racks up tons of followers in no time and sometimes when he’s bored and driving around, he’ll park in an empty parking lot and he’ll go on live stream, everyone loves this

- his username is definitely user62458937, he says he can’t think of one to change it to, prompting everyone to give him colorful suggestions

- jake loves making those prank tiktoks and somehow you always manage to be the victim, i mean, he couldn’t really record his alters reaction to pranks.. even though he did pull them.

- his comment section is a bunch of feral people gushing over how handsome he is, you won’t disagree he’s perfect, but you can’t help but get a little jealous. don’t worry, jake won’t hesitate to remind you how much you mean to him all night :-)

#hehe #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #moon knight #˚ . ☆ ⋆。˚ — my writing.

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