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starsurface · 3 months

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Pt 3/3 of the Babyspace Regressor Hcs!! :D

Some might be a bit out of character, but I don't like imagining Bi-Han as this mean, spiteful lover. Don't get me wrong, he isn't perfect and definitely needs to work through some issues, but he'd probably, eventually, realize that screaming at you for little things doesn't work in a relationship.

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CG Bi-Han w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

❄️ He does adore you, even if he doesn't always tell you

❄️ Actually really likes baby regressors because he thinks they're less matiedence

❄️ Like, don't get him wrong, he'll love you no matter what headspace you regress to

❄️ But he doesn't have to chase a big kid around the house, or have to pick up after craft activities (which he'll still do because he loves you)

❄️ But he does prefer to just lay back and cuddle, maybe watch some cartoons if you want

❄️ . . . Unless you're an active regressor like Tomas, he's gotta keep on his toes!!

❄️ You were just sitting beside him, how on earth did you crawl all the way to the kitchen and start chewing on a fork in the minute he looked away??

❄️ You just giggle and show him your new fork friend, which he'll take away because he's a big meanie >:( (and he doesn't want metal in your mouth)

❄️ Is much more willing to buy you regression items than to buy himself stuff

❄️ Your his baby, of course he's going to spoil you

❄️ If you mention you like something, or look at it too long, expect it on your bed with a little note

❄️ No ifs or buts, he likes spoiling you and he's gonna do it >:(

❄️ Doesn't NOT like leaving you with others

❄ ️You're his baby!! He doesn't trust others to babysit you!!

❄️ Will also act like your the one dependent on him (no one believes him, he's just as clingy as you some days)

❄️ Although he gets really busy sometimes, so unfortunately you do need a babysitter (being the Grandmaster takes up a lot of his time unfortunately)

❄️ Tomas and Kuai Liang are his go to babysitters

❄️ ^ And surprisingly Raiden? He's very good with regressors, especially babyspace regressors

❄️ Favorite CG nicknames are Dada and Bi

❄️ Got super confused the first time you babbled in front of him and wondered if you were trying to tell him something important

❄️ ^ Don't worry, he got better over time

❄️ Babble encourager, but also gets so lost sometimes

❄️ Completely panicked the first time you needed something and all you could do was babble

❄️ Favorite nicknames for you are Snowflake, Sweetheart, Honey, and Little One

❄️ Doesn't really like going outside while your small

❄️ Not because he's embarrassed or ashamed of you (and he'll freeze anyone who dare thinks otherwise) but because it's easier to regress inside the comforts of your own rooms

❄️ Although if you wanna have a snow day . .

He won't say no

❄️ He'll take you outside, probably making you wear an outfit that you can barely move in, and will help you make a small snowman and snow angels

❄️ Usually he doesn't do PDA (massive cuddle bug behind closed doors though) but if your clingy out in public, he won't belittle you, that wouldn't be nice

❄️ You better believe you aren't leaving his side when your small

❄️ No Sir, he has a constant watch over you!!

❄️ What if you got hurt? Or crawled and touched something you shouldn't have? He can't chance it!!

❄️ Because of this, most times he'll carry you around on his hip or have you snuggle up to him

❄️ If you're super clingy, that's great!!

❄️ If you want a tiny bit more independence, just tell him and he'll change according to your preference

❄️ His favorite activity is cuddle time, where he can swaddle you and hold you for hours

❄️ But if you like playing a bit more, he can do tummy time

❄️ Would prefer you laying on him, but he guesses he can buy you a playmat 😒 (he'll look for the best one with little to no hesitation)

❄️ Finds it funny if you try to eat his nose, but will redirect you to a paci or chewie

❄️ If you ever regresser because of his anger issues or such, he'd feel so terrible

❄️ Tries his hardest to make it up too, he never meant to hurt you like that

❄️ Doesn't yell at you while you're small, but there have been a few close calls

❄️ Luckily, he's learnt a bit how to control his anger, and will instead give you the most nastiest ‘Knock it off’ glare if your being naughty on purpose

❄️ Although honestly, your so small and tiny, you rarely ever get the glare

❄️ How could he punish a baby for their crimes? You never meant to knock over your plate of food, he understands it was an accident

❄️ If you use diapers, he'll always make sure to have an extra box in his closet just in case

❄️ Another CG that's very sweet and comforting when it comes to diapers

❄️ Although warning, his fingers are really cold >:(

❄️ Actually, he's really cold in general

❄️ If you wanna cuddle him, you'll have to wear a few layers (a fuzzy onesie should be fine)

❄️ He'll also wrap you up in a few blankets before cuddling with you, just in case

❄️ While he does keep most of his intimidating persona (it's hard to drop, even around you) he does try to be more gentler because of how tiny you are

❄️ If you call him out for It, he'll pour and deny it, calling you silly

❄️ If someone else points it out, they're frozen on spot (Johnny almost missed his photo shoot because of it)

❄️ He'd use his powers to make you little snowflakes!!!

❄️ Like Rain, doesn't like using his powers for reasons he deems ‘silly’

❄️ But is also very prideful in his abilities, and adores showing them off

❄️ I just feel like he'd really like tapping your nose when you do something funky

❄️ Doesn't give much verbal praise, more kisses your temple and gives you a treat

❄️ If you want verbal praise though? Just tell him and he'll try his hardest

❄️ Man is usually a very tough and strict guy, but you melt his icy heart <3 (hehe)

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I actually really like Bi-Han. Some people make him super mean (and I'm not saying he's not) but it gets intense sometimes. :(

Hope you enjoyed!! :D

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #age regression headcanons #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #mk agere #mk1 #mk1 headcanons #mortal kombat 1 headcanons #bi han #mk1 bi han x reader #mk1 bihan #bi han x reader #cg bi han #caregiver bi han #mk bi han

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pistatsia · 7 months

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I believe that for Kaiser, Ness (along with his proficiency as a midfielder) is also an unconscious response from his bad coping mechanisms.

He's a manifestation of his problems and most of all - of his insecurities.

Okay, I've said (wrote) it.

Like, we all agree that he has some... issues, and most of them come from the insecurity. Narcissists (though I don't believe Kaiser fully is a one) often have a really fragile, insignificant, small 'me'. And the worst part? They may not realize it, but they can feel it. What do you have to do to not feel it, to try to remove your non-ideality? Put up a fake, but awesome, ideal-like personality. And constantly, constantly prove that that's who you are by any means necessary - or even better, directly show that you're not just good, but better than someone.

Sound similar? To create a 'new me', to destroy others and feel happy, to come to the other side of the world to crush your opponent, proving that you are stronger before the World Championship, where all eyes will be on you?

Except that just having a new, perfect identity and winning 'for yourself' is not enough. How do you know you're perfect if you're building that ideal for others in the first place? Kaiser's false identity needs to be seen; he needs to be bathed in love, to feel other people's obsession and delight, anything to assure himself that he is indeed perfect. How do you do that?

The reasonable answer? Find someone to do it, preferably someone with low self-esteem and/or insecurity, make them believe you are 'perfect' and then drink all the admiration, love and awesomeness out of them until you are saturated. Only the 'saturation' never comes.

That's the kind of person Ness is to him.

And in the end he gets Ness - moreover, I'm sure he's been shaping him gradually, molding him, making him react exactly the way he needs him to - and until Blue Lock, as is obvious from Ness's reactions, this fragile system worked smoothly. He could show him love, he could give him care, he could surround him in every possible way, binding him to himself more - and "how dare Kaiser look at anyone but me" and Ness's shocked reactions to insults seem to indicate that there was also a "honeymoon" period, the main purpose of which was to bind Ness to himself. Ness is something conventionally stable but mid-level for Kaiser, something he can definitely possess and who will never walk away from him. Someone who admires him (even though deep down Kaiser may know that he doesn't, because his real self is not at all what he shows on the outside), who sort of shows him that yes, you are perfect! I admire you! You're everything to me! I would die without you! You're everything! And what does that mean? That Kaiser is supposedly as perfect as he wants to be.

Ness is the evidence base for his exceptionalism.

Well, somewhere Ness is not enough, somewhere he's restricting, and what? At least (so far) there's no emotional upheaval, such a perverse safety-trap. Kaiser has him under control, and consciously or unconsciously, but easily knows how to manipulate him to get the reaction he wants.

And I'm sure that even if he did feel some surrogacy of such a relationship, even if he wanted someone else for a long, permanent period of time, he wouldn't change a thing. He may not be comfortable with Ness, he may want something more, someone else, but Ness is his safe base. He's not willing to risk rejection from someone bright like Isagi/Sae. Because deep down he knows he won't be able to keep a stronger/better partner. Oh, and neither can a midfielder (imagine the same Sae). He's not enough. People who are successful usually have their own boundaries that they keep - they are independent, they will always have something else, someone else to admire and talk about, they won't be consumed by him the way Kaiser needs it, won't depend on him completely and play by his rules, and it will kill him - Kaiser, for whom admiration and adoration of whom is the main fuel. Food and a way to survive.

What would it say about him if someone would leave him? Someone strong, successful, handsome?

That he's not perfect.

And that's the realization that Kaiser runs from the most.

Which is why, as long as Ness fuels all of his worst traits, they're stuck with each other.

#uhhh #they're so broken and so beautifully tied together #kainess #blue lock #bllk #michael kaiser #alexis ness #blue lock analysis #bllk analysis

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shinigami88 · 8 months

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FYODOR'S FEAR OF INTIMACY

Fyodors fear of intimacy

From the recent episode everyone got more information on Fyodor and Nikolai. Here are the signs Fyodor struggle's with fear of intimacy ; and what might have been the cause of it, which might help dive deeper into his character

| Fear of abandonment |

Fyodor's fear of intimacy might be due to his fear of abandonment , there might have been some events in his life which caused this fear in him and it was left unresolved till this day. Fear of abandonment might lead someone into believing they are good ( they will have a posetive self image ) while lacking trust in others and viewing them in a negative way, which you can already see in Fyodor. He believe's he can only count on himself and his the one capable of anything by his own self alone leading him to seek to use and manipulate others in any way he can, leaving people people before they leave him

| Being too Independent |

Being independent is crucial . However, each human needs to be capable of asking for help when they need it. Many these days have grown to be so independent that they want to every single thing on their own and they actually take pride in doing so , its the same case with Fyodor he keeps himself distant from others by not depending on them

| Perfectionist |

To this day we didnt get to see any Flaw's from Fyodor. When you are a perfectionist you will keep others from seeing your flaws. It could be because he doesn't want to acknowledge that he actually have those flaws Always putting on a perfect front He lacks trust. He puts up this perfect facade and keeps people away and refuses to be vulnerable even with those who might care for him

There is one more thing to mention. Notice that most of the time we saw fyodor he was working and scheming ? It looks like he even neglects his own health and needs for the sake of his one goal he has. Desperate to achieve it. His workaholic

| Workaholic |

People who are workaholic might be trying to ignore their flaws . they keep working and it sometimes signals others not to approach them always busy. Not every workaholic is like that though, some of them can actually fear intimacy

Painful memories or negative experiencces such aas unhappy childhood experiences might be the causes of this.

Thank you for reading ☕🌿

#fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyolai #fyodor bsd #Bsd fyodor #bsd dostoevsky #bsd nikolai #bungou stray dogs #bsd fandom #bsd spoilers #bsd season 5

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acourtofthought · 1 year

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Forgive me, I'm back to rant about a few things I just dont get how elriels miss, in terms of big picture. And even subtle contrast between elains behavior around Az and Lucien in terms of character reveals and behaviors telling of endgame couples. NOT the in between, I mean the "you need to read between the lines" context to get it and see the bigger picture vs taking things for face value and not critically thinking.

For example, ACOWAR, when Azriel helps Feyre rescue Elain, which Elriels romantize like their ship depended on it, a few things.

Azriel didn't volunteer to save her first. It was only after Cassian offered that he spoke up. Cassian was hurt. We as readers by now should know Azriel has a hero complex, so really not surprising he put his life on the line for Cassian and Feyre, and yes, even Elain, she is who they are saving after all, but Azriel stepped up for more reasons than just Elain.

When they find Elain. It is NOT specificed whether Elain is speaking to Feyre or Azriel, when she says you came for me, could it have been both, sure? Could this moment have been when Elain saw Azriel in a different light, maybe. I see the appeal, a handsome male carried you back to safety, but its just almost too perfect. SJM, to date has never written an endgame couple in which the LI is the one saving the heroine.. They stand back, let their heroine shine. Rhys, Cassian. Rowan, Chaol, Dorian, Hunt, all stood by and watched their mates/endgame save themselves and others. This is why I firmly believe it wasn't Lucien who saved her. SJM made a very conscious decision, because if Lucien is Elains endgame, he isn't going to treat her like a damsel in distress. He can't be the one "saving her" when he's going to be the one building her up. She even has gone as far as explaning why she doesn't always give her heroines mates a role in their final showdown (when she said she needed to give Cassian something to do when Nesta was in the rite). It's very clear that it is important to Sarah that her heroines are independent and can save themselves, they don't NEED man saving her in the literal terms. I think we will see Elain in another situation where SHE will outwit and come out triumphant in the end because of her own strength. Not because of Azriel or Lucien. So my point is, I do think it was dilebrate it wasn't Lucien, aside from the obvious, he wasn't there. He'd already taken off to the continent to find help.

But it does bring me to my next point, when Lucien returns. at the end of ACOWAR, she shows concern for Lucien. He responds that the blood isn't his. Which, for someone who is underestimated, proves he is as capable of handling himself on a battle field. But the point is, Elain doesn't search for Azriel, isn't by his side. On page, she shows no concern for him in the end and this is a book, if it didn't happen on page, it didn't happen. She gives Lucien a soft smile. He is the first to acknowledge she stabbed Hybern. This is kinda big, as it is a huge telling and such a parallel to the way SJM has her male characters see the strength and bravery in their mates before others do. Rhys saw it first UTM in Feyre. Cassian with Nesta, Hunt with Bryce, etc. Lucien doesn't fuss or worry, he is proud of her. Whereas, Azriel in ACOSF, still doesn't believe in Elain enough to go after the trove, elriels claim it's because he cares, sure maybe he does, but again that's not how SJM writes her couples. That in itself is telling. Imagine Rhys, Cassian, Hunt, Lorcan, Chaol, all telling their significant others they can't do x,y,z and see how that goes down. Actually, we can, we have enough textual evidence it doesn't go down well. Azriel holding Elain back, behind her back, even after he saw what she was capable off in ACOWAR, is not a good sign. But, in a turn of events, who is Azriel supportive off ? Gwyn. Elriels love to say it's because he doesn't care but, given SJMs parallels, they are in for a rude awakening.

Lastly, sunshine. I can't believe how obvious this is. Anytime Sarah reveals something that is close and important to a character that ties another is telling. Example, Elide and Lorcan both were guided by gods who are lovers, Rhys and Feyre both look up to the stars and dreamt before knowing one another. The way Azriels shadows behave around Gwyn, which is unquestionably unique only to HER, per canon, no matter how much elriels deny it......:. Elain telling the readers she needs sunshine, and Lucien who is literally the sun personified is significant. I mean, yes, we know they are mates, what more proof do we need? They may not be together right now, but SJM has given us enough buildup for their story.

I went back over the scene to see how it all played out and I do get why E/riels make a fuss over it.

"She shook her head, devouring the sight of him as if not quite believing it. “You came for me.” The shadowsinger only inclined his head.

"devouring the sight of him" is a pretty intense way of phrasing it.

And taken as a single line, of course it looks like something.

But this is what happened before and after:

When you look at everything together, how romantic is it?

Cassian was the first one to speak up about saving Elain.

Az sat there observing Nesta's distress and her telling Cassian he can't go in injured so after "some unspoken debate" with himself he speaks up.

Nesta tells him he'll die but Az is cocky as hell and has a hero complex so of course he thinks he'll be fine. It's not that he's willing to die for Elain, it's that he doesn't think there's a chance of that happening (there is canon evidence of Az wanting to run head first into dangerous situations even when Feyre and Rhys tell him not to).

Feyre says with his shadows he might stand a chance, probably the exact same thing Az has convinced himself of.

Elain's eyes went wide over both Az and Feyre entering the tent because Feyre looked like Ianthe.

Then Feyre, after changing her appearance back tried to free Elain from the chains first using her powers from Helion.

Az only scooped up Elain because he said they didn't have time to wait for Feyre to figure it out.

Then they land and Az is barely able to stand but only Rhys is worried about his injuries. Elain gives the guy who's about to pass out a "thank you" kiss on the cheek then goes to her sister where she shows real emotion when she throws her arms around her.

Elucien's and E/riels can go back and forth all day on how they interpret these scenes. To me it seems clear that whatever hint of romance there was is always followed by something that shows why nothing between E/riel was ever going to be lasting.

But even without the back and forth debates, and leaving out how compatible Elain and Lucien are written to be, the one thing that trumps it all is that Lucien was the one who met Elain's father and spent time getting to know him. Lucien is the one who was with Elain after the sisters said goodbye to their father, Lucien is the one who offered his condolences.

Lucien will always be the one who holds this connection to Elain, with the first man she ever loved. It cannot be denied that what Elain shared with him was special and I think it was extremely intentional that SJM wrote it so her Mate developed a relationship with him before his death.

There is such poetry in that and all those shallow "cute" moments between E and A will never compare.

And as far as Gwynriel and his shadows are concerned, it's ridiculous to think there's not pretty major hints for them ending up together when we have the following in the bonus chapter:

Az's shadows will always be a part of him.

Az's shadows disappear around Elain.

Az's shadows are playful with Gwyn and she's the only character to treat them independent of Az.

#elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #gwynriel

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cookie-de-baunilha · 7 months

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Each day that goes by I become more certain that the only thing separating John Grey from Joey Potter from Dawson’s Creek is 200 years and the fact that at least in Joey’s case her thing with Dawson wasn’t one sided (which makes things harder for her imo).

And that Joey actually had the self-awareness to pull back from that emotional dependency when she realized she was losing herself when she started dating Dawson (though the emotional dependency/unhealthy dynamic is very much present throughout the whole show, it doesn’t just go away after she breaks up with him).

I mean, I was rewatching some DC scenes and oh my goddd I wish John had this level of self-awareness:

Dawson, you’ve been everything to me. I have been your sidekick, your confidant, your other half for so long, and that’s how our relationship works. And it’s a nice place for you, but for me, it’s scary. Because I realized that, aside from you, I don’t have anything. My entire life is attached to you, Dawson. I was working on these sketches, and somebody told me to draw what’s important to me, what inspires me, what I love. And this is the only thing I could think of. And that’s not ok with me, Dawson. I care about you so much, but if I ever lost you, I would be standing here totally void of anything else in my life. I mean, I live in total fear of doing nothing, of going nowhere, and that’s why I shut you out. Because if I can’t have something to hold on to, independently from you, then I don’t have anything at all.

And then, when she breaks up with him:

J: For so long, all I’ve thought about was you. I mean, all I dreamed about was you.

D: What happened?

J: I got my dream. And now I feel like I don’t have anything else. I mean, you have your future so perfectly planned, Dawson. You know exactly what you wanna do, what you wanna accomplish. And me… I don’t even know who I am, let alone what I want to be and accomplish. I guess I need to figure that out and I need to find my something.

D: So we’ll find it.

J: It can’t include you, Dawson. It has to be my doing and mine alone. You make me so happy, you know? But I have to make myself happy first.

Joey had the kind of character development I hoped for John. Granted, it was far from perfect because DC writing was a mess too, but still, she had some development.

The funny thing is that Joey Potter is a teenager and her character arc consists in the typical coming of age story with her finding out who she is, what she wants and what’s her place in the world as she grows into womanhood.

And John is a 50yo grown ass man that has been emotionally stagnated for the last 25 years of his life.

Seeing how positive Joey’s determination to not lose herself is just makes John’s situation — you know, calling Jamie his “true North”, thinking about how Jamie’s mere existence defines his own, thinking about how Jamie is at the center of his universe and how “he lost himself” after believing Jamie to be dead in Echo — a lot more indigestive.

It just puts into perspective how absolutely not normal his attachment to Jamie is. And believe me, Joey’s attachment to Dawson is pretty unhealthy too — but at least she has the courage of her convictions to know that she has to find her own north.

#here i am again drawing parallels between 2 of my favorite fictional characters #outlander #lord john series #lord john grey #john grey #dawsons creek #dawson’s creek #joey potter

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ladyrena04 · 9 months

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Reconnecting (Epilogue)

Every color has several meanings depending on who you ask. Generally, red is associated with things such as anger or danger. Orange can be associated with optimism and energy, blue with intuition and inspiration, yellow with happiness and hope, and so on. However, when one thinks of loneliness and independence, they normally wouldn’t think purple, would they? Colors are generally a matter of expressing personality, and these four brothers are a great example of this. These brothers, however, aren’t your average brothers. They’re ninjas. Man-sized turtle ninjas. They got their names from Renaissance artists, as decided by their sensei.

Leonardo sports a blue mask and wields dual katana. He is the family’s battle strategist. Raphael wears red and uses sais; he may have a temper, but he helps his family out of their issues. Michelangelo is the family’s medic. Regardless of whether or not he’s studied medicine, he knows what should and shouldn’t be seen with injuries. He wears an orange mask and uses nunchucks. Finally, the leader of the pack, Donatello. He is highly intelligent, as he works with technology. He dons a purple mask and wields the traditional bo staff. He has distanced himself from his family for years, and it only seems to be getting truer with the passing of time.

Of course, all ninjas have their sensei or master. This is also true with the turtle boys. Their leader is named Splinter. He was once a human, but ended up being mutated into a rat. He’s a master of ninjutsu and, when they were young, taught his sons to train in the arts as well. While their training is rough and tedious, they always have time to develop their interests. The turtles also became friends with two human beings; high school students named Casey Jones and April O'Neil.

April becomes the turtles’ first friend after a bit of hesitation from Master Splinter. She, in her spare time, studies botany. She can be very enthusiastic when she hears anyone talking about her interests. She has orange hair and is usually seen wearing pretty much any yellow shirt one could think of. April spent many years with her found family in the turtles and learned how to defend herself during that time. Master Splinter trained her in the ninja arts for her to become a kunoichi, a female ninja, so that she doesn’t have to depend on anyone else to protect her.

Casey is somewhat of a loner at school. He doesn’t really have many friends outside of his hockey teammates. He’s very intelligent, but he prefers not to show it. He’s got street smarts and book smarts. Casey’s style is closer to a skater boy aesthetic, and as mentioned before, he plays hockey for the school. He tends to get distracted by street fights in the middle of hockey games and takes off to stop them. He uses his hockey mask as his disguise and his hockey stick as his weapon of choice.

The day was July 8th, and it was Michelangelo’s fifth birthday. Like his brothers, he would be receiving his weapon from his father at the end of the day. While he slept, his brothers gathered in the main living area of the lair to set up the surprise party for their younger brother.

“I can’t believe the day is finally here, guys!”

“Well, do not forget that today is Mikey’s day, Raph,” Donnie tells his elder brother.

“C’mon, Donnie, have a little more fun. You know how Mikey is, all he wants is to have a little fun on his birthday!” Leo said.

“You know how Donnie is, Leo… everything has to be set up ‘perfect’ or ‘nothing will go right’,” Raph sighs. Donnie, frustrated, goes quiet, knowing that Raphael was right. He knows he tries to make every little thing stick to a schedule or protocol. He has every minute of every family event planned out and doesn’t just “go with the flow” of things. Leo, Raph and Mikey make the most of every moment of their lives and enjoy themselves, like kids should. Donnie, however, does not.

He was given the responsibility of leading his brothers through life at a young age. Splinter realized that Donatello was gifted with extreme intelligence and he was able to pick up learned abilities much quicker than his brothers. He gave the responsibility of leadership to his second youngest son. While leadership may be a huge title for someone at such a young age, Splinter knows that Donnie can handle it thanks to his ability to make the right decisions.

Donatello walks into his room and begins packing up a small robot he had made for Michelangelo. He proceeds to look over at his work table and pick up a small device he had been working on.

“They think I’m no fun? I can be fun…” he thought. He places the device on the inside of his shell and turns it on as he walks out his room with Mikey’s present.

Donnie goes back into the main area with his elder brothers. He places his gift for Michelangelo next to the table. As he does, Splinter comes out of his room with his extravagantly decorated gift for his youngest. He places his gift next to his chair and sits down.

“I’m gonna go wake Mikey up!” Leonardo shakes his arms happily.

“Leo, wait! Shouldn’t we wait for April?” Raphael questions. “But pancakes, Raph. With sprinkles. And whipped cream,” Leo bounces as his eyes shine brighter with each ingredient he mentions. Raph pauses for a second, looks at his younger brother and grins.

“Let’s go get Mikey!” he shouts as he runs off with Leo. Donnie also smiles and runs off to the kitchen to get his baby brother’s birthday breakfast.

“Wait for me guys!” he exclaims, following Leo and Raph as they exchange glances as if to say “he changed quick.” The three eldest run to Michelangelo’s room, breakfast in tow, to wake him up for his birthday surprise. Raph turns the light on as Leo and Donnie jump on the bed next to their kid brother.

“Happy Birthday, Mike!” they shout, as he wakes up. Leo places a birthday hat on his head, Donnie hands him his breakfast, and Raph hugs him. The young turtle, after he’s fully woken up, smiles and hugs his brothers.

“Thanks, you guys! You’re the best!” he giggles as Donnie checks his glucose patch.

“Of course! Also, you’re free to eat your breakfast. Your sugar level is fine, and we used low sugar ingredients for yours!” Mikey gasps after his purple clad brother tells him this and proceeds to eat his breakfast.

“We’ll meet you in the living room, Mikey! Just come join us when you’re ready!” Raph smiles and leaves his room, Leo and Donnie following. Mikey looks at his pictures from his other birthdays and smiles as he eats his breakfast. After he finishes, he goes into the living room with the rest. He gets comfy on his bean bag chair as the family hears some footsteps climbing down into the lair. They turn their heads to see a small human girl climbing down. The boys cheer upon their friend joining them. “Welcome, Miss O’Neil. Happy you could join us,” Splinter smiles at her.

“Hi, sensei! Glad you invited me!” April grins. “Happy birthday, Miguelito!” She smiles as she hugs Mikey as he thanks her. She places her gift bag next to the rest of them as she sits with the other boys. “Hi guys!” “Hey April!” Leo smiles.

“What’s up?!” Raph grins.

“Greetings, friend,” Donnie spoke. “Shall we begin the gift giving?”

“I want dad’s first!” Mikey spoke excitedly. “I want my weapon now, I wanna know what it is!” Splinter chuckles at his excitement.

“You must be patient, Michelangelo. You know your weapon is the final gift you receive, just like your brothers before you,” he spoke quietly, receiving an awe in disappointment from Mikey. Raphael hands his baby brother his present, being a new set of watercolor cakes and watercolor paper. Michelangelo giggles with excitement. Watercolors are his favorite painting medium because, as he says, “I don’t have to mix colors to get different shades, I just have to change how much water to mix with the paint.” Next, Leonardo hands Mikey his present. When he opens it, he finds a bunch of vintage action figures.

“I found those just kinda… laying around where they were dropped down here. Cleaned ‘em up for you and thought you might like them the most out of all of us!” he smiles. He receives a hug from Mikey as well as many thanks. Donatello’s present for Michelangelo was a cooking set, including a mini oven he built himself. The excitement on Michelangelo’s face brought a smile to Donnie’s face, knowing his brother can now make his own recipes for desserts that won’t mess with his diabetes.

“Miguel! Here!” April said excitedly. “I got you something too!” She hands Mikey his present and he opens it. “I got you some knee pads and shoulder pads because you’re a goofy lil guy and you’re kinda clumsy and I don't want you to hurt yourself because I love you guys so much and-” she just squeals. Splinter just chuckles, “Thank you, April. You're a very kind, young lady.”

“Your present papa!” Mikey says with the most adorable sparkling eyes. “I’m ready for my weapon!” The ninja master smiles at his youngest son and stands up, using his cane for leverage.

“Of course, Michelangelo,” he picked up the box and carried it to the small turtle. He sits next to him and hands him the box. Mikey proceeded to open the box and his eyes lit up in excitement.

“Nunchucks?! Awesome!” He picks one up and swings it around, nearly hitting himself in the head, only for Splinter to block it in time.

“Careful, my son. Those nunchaku are a challenge to learn, but I fully believe you can do it. They take a lot of focus to control properly.”

“So, sensei, why exactly do we have the weapons that we do?” Donnie asks the rat.

“The weapons I assigned to you boys are opposite to your personalities to keep balance. Raphael, you are the most… chaotic, in the best way. Your sai are weapons of defense instead of giving you power to be destructive. Leonardo, you are possibly the most level headed, and the one I trust most to not harm innocents with the powerful katana. Donatello, your powerful and highly intelligent brain is wonderful for creating your own weapons, but a simple weapon can take just as much brain power to use. Michelangelo, you seem to be the least focused, but that does not affect your intelligence. Nunchaku, as I said already, requires a lot of focus to use. Your childlike nature requires something to help your ability to focus.” The boys look at their weapons in thought of what Splinter said.

“Will I get a weapon someday, sensei?” April asked Splinter.

“That decision is not mine to make, my dear. It is your parents' choice on whether you are trained as a kunoichi and trained to use a powerful weapon.” The young girl seemed disappointed, knowing her parents wouldn’t allow her to learn to fight. Raphael hugs her and picks her up, laughing.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t still play!” he says as April starts giggling. All of the kids get up and go to play while Master Splinter supervises them. Of course, being mostly boys, the kids begin roughhousing a bit, Mikey especially as he’s trying out his new weapons. Donnie somewhat trains his younger brother as he learns his weapon. Raph, April and Leo are running around playing tag, or as they call it, “ninja tag.”

During the mini training session with Michelangelo and Donatello, Donatello miscalculated Michelangelo’s swing, causing Mikey to hit the miniscule machine on his elder brother’s shell. The machine short circuits, shocking Donnie in the process. He yelps a bit, causing his family to look at him and prompting Mikey to apologize profusely.

“Donnie, I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, I promise! I-I’m still learni-” Michelangelo gets cut off by his brother.

“Stop it, Mikey! I-I should have left the teaching to Dad, I shouldn’t have taken this on myself!” Donnie raised his voice, “No one listens to anything I say, anyways! I’m always the bad guy, the party pooper, the stick in the mud, whatever! Why should I try to lead you guys if you don’t pay attention?!” Donnie storms off to his lab, Mikey tearing up. His birthday party had been ruined, and he felt as if it was his fault.

“Oh Donnie messed up making Mikey cry! I’ll show him!” April begins walking to the laboratory as Leo and Raph comfort Mikey, but Splinter stops her.

“I understand the frustration, April, but we should not escalate the situation any further. Yelling at Donatello will only cause this to get worse. Give him some time to calm himself.”

“But he yelled at Mikey! And on his birthday! I don’t know what got into Donnie all of a sudden, sensei, but I don’t like it.” Splinter sighs in response, “I am also unsure. I can only hope he learns to properly filter his anger sooner rather than later. I hope he learns to be a kid and enjoy himself. I cannot force him to stop taking everything as seriously as if it were the end of the world, but I wish he learns this ability soon. And to not take his brothers for granted…”

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ISLAM 101: Muslim Culture and Character: Dynamics of Spiritual Life: Part 2

FAQR AND GHINA (POVERTY AND RICHNESS)

For Sufis, poverty means that an initiate claims possession of nothing and is freed from all kinds of attachment toward worldly things and that one feels total neediness and destitution before God in one’s relationship with Him, which is based on servanthood and the fact that God is the Sole Object of Worship. It is not poverty as understood by ordinary people, nor does it mean begging from people, displaying one’s privations.

The Sufi way of poverty involves severing relationships with all that is other than the Eternally Besought-of-All, and depending only on Him to meet one’s needs. For this reason, the more detached one is from whatever is worldly and temporary and the more annihilated one is in depending on the Divine Attributes and Essence, the more one has attained poverty and can repeat the saying of the Prophet, upon him be peace and blessings: Poverty is my pride

As stated in a blessed saying, when poverty becomes a dimension of faith and submission, one no longer depends on the help, will, and power of that which is not God. Even if such a person has enough wealth to fill the whole world, as the world is subject to decay and exhaustion, one does not depend upon it, but rather turns to God with all of one’s strength and feeling, conscious of his or her essential poverty and helplessness.

Even if a person cannot discern his or her essential weakness and poverty with the light of belief, it is a reality that he or she is weak, poor, and needy. God Almighty declares: O humankind! You are all poor before God and in absolute need of Him, whereas He is the All-Wealthy and Self-Sufficient, the All-Praiseworthy (35:15). As absolutely everybody needs His act of choice, will, and decree to come into existence, His Self-Subsistent and All-Subsisting Existence is also needed at every moment to survive.

An individual’s poverty and neediness before the Almighty is not a means of humiliation; rather, one’s increased awareness of one’s poverty engenders higher degrees of dignity, for such awareness before the Absolutely Wealthy One is richness itself.

The believer becomes aware of his or her non-dependence on others and acquires the consciousness of independence to the extent that one feels in his or her conscience that God is the sole source of power and wealth. His help is sought, and it is therefore to Him that one turns. Even if such a person is materially poor, he or she feels no need for anything or anyone else.

The believer is convinced that whatever or whoever exists, including himself or herself, essentially belongs to the Almighty, for all elements of creation are only shadows of the shadow of His absolutely independent Existence. This degree of conviction of God’s Unity is called annihilation in God, two steps ahead of which is subsistence with God.

Poverty is the goal of saints, the (natural) state of purified scholars, and the most manifest sign of the love of God. The Almighty has placed poverty in the hearts of His friends so that those hearts may prosper through it. Poverty is a key of light to open the eye of the heart to the inexhaustible treasuries of God. One who has this key is the richest person in the world, for poverty is the door to richness. Those who pass through this door reach in their conscience the infinite treasuries of the Owner of all property and discover that poverty is identical with the real richness. For this reason, we can say, as Junayd al-Baghdadi did: Richness is no more than the final, perfect degree of poverty.

When one is perfectly conscious of one’s essential poverty before God and one’s absolute dependence on Him, one is absolutely rich, for such a person no longer feels any need. This is what must be meant by the famous saying: The real richness is the richness of the heart. When one has attained this degree of richness, it is as if he or she has found a credit card that is valid everywhere. One who has such mysterious capital can be considered neither poor nor powerless. This is what is described in the following lines: He is power, by which we are powerful.

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@more-than-a-princess sent: Hopefully she had gotten this right. "Okay, so I have gathered the following for today," Sonia began, taking items out of various bags and boxes and placing them in front of Wylan. "American sausages, American sausage bread," she began, picking up a package of uncooked hot dogs and hot dog buns. "Why are there not the same number of sausages as there are breads for them? How odd. Oh, and apparently hamburgers are important today, so I have included those and their breads. Now, there is also ketchup, this bright yellow condiment that is apparently mustard, this bright orange sliced thing that is apparently cheese, crisps, cupcakes with red and blue frosting and toothpicks featuring the American flag, and the light American Bud lager." But that wasn't all. With a small grunt, Sonia heaved the last box onto the table and opened the lid: full of fireworks, most unlikely to be sold even in the most remote American fireworks shops. "So, I am rather puzzled: do Americans blow up this food on the Fourth of July? I believe I have all the components to American independence here but how are they enjoyed?" She just wanted to take part in celebrating some of Wylan's heritage, even if America's customs were rather confusing sometimes. At least this holiday did not require mandatory chocolate: she did not trust the Americans with that anymore, except for their delicious peanut butter chocolate confections. Those, Sonia had to admit, were brilliant.

Out of place, might be the best way to put it. Using one of the open fields around the royal palace for a small (not so) private celebration of American Excellence could be considered blasphemy at that. Wylan is dressed the part of course. Rather than his usual suit and coat that he chose to don when going around in public he's dressed to the 5s. Or the Five-Oh, as it were. Stained white tank top with torn off jeans and a belt buckle that can (and might) be used as a murder weapon. Flipflops and socks. Perfect.

About the only American thing he isn't doing is carrying. This is actually unique compared to his usual, but not out of respect for any laws. Depending on who you asked he didn't exactly have much respect for Novoselic in general, which would be wrong, because he's a puppy for the crown princess. And behind his extravagant public image he was a force for helping out education and children's issues. To say nothing to how he has the uncanny ability to keep Sonia smiling.

All this wrapped up around the small 'barbeque' he set up himself. Charcoal grill, set of cheap aluminum tools, and a wooden picnic table to eat at. Sonia may have brought some beer, but Wylan already had that ready to go if the cooler of ice and Yuengling was anything to go by. That's fine and dandy. Another step of American Excellence would be drinking more than necessary.

"Oh good, you got most everything else we needed then. Such a good helper you are." Wylan chimes happily, possessing none of the mannerisms necessary for his technical 'cosplay' of American Excellent Male #5. "You even brought fancy cups. Look at this! These fireworks! Mwahahaha." An eager rubbing of hands together as he passes by for inspection, making sure to apply a thorough smoocha to Sonia's head before sweeping in and getting things out and set up on the table. A tantalizing display if there ever was one no we're not talking about Sonia.

"Uhhh. I mean. Nobody's stopping us from blowing up the food... you even got some M80s in here, which'd do the trick. But! Plan of action is an old fashioned grill. Have I grilled before? Don't give me that look~" He dismisses her concern should there have been any. "Just because I can't cook doesn't mean I can't grill. I know what a good 'dog looks like, and the same goes for a burger. You got enough here to feed a good few people... and by my guess... yeah, about a dozen security guards are gonna flood in once we set off the fireworks. So yeah. Plenty. A dog and burg for each."

Assured nodding before he starts going about packages, ripping things open and getting everything set out. The charcoals were already white and hot and ready. So was Wylan.

Pulling out a bottle of Yuengling and swiping the bottlecap off with a sword-like swing of the spatula, Wylan holds up a hand in toast.

"Happy America Day, babe. We're gonna make this one nobody forgets." Who knows how much trouble he's about to get in? This is a little louder and more dramatic than his usual antics after all. But so long as Sonia was around... he'd have the usual line of defense. To everyone else's chagrin. After all, good chance that the parents are gonna see this particular show.

#morethanaprincess #muse :: wylan #inbox :: answered ic #YEEEAH HAPPY FOURTH #🦅🦅🦅🎆🎆🎆

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All about a Man named Kim Juros.

He is Kim Juros S. Miravalles a 18 years old, who lives peacefully and happy with his family at Purok 1A North Poblacion Maramag, Bukidnon. He was born at July,7,2004 who is single and ready to mingle (kauyabon sa gabie, dili sa buntag).

He graduated elementary at Maramag Central Elementary School, His High School is at Bukidnon National School of Home Industries and now currently studying at Central Mindanao University taking up BS Office Administration. He really enjoy school especially when he's with his friends and they study and laugh together, school is very important to him since he thinks that graduating someday and find a stable Job is the biggest gift to his family. Many people told him that his college course has a low salary when they have a job someday , but in Kim, he believes that it's on your strategy and how lucky you are.

The family that Kim had is a happy family, ever since his family didn't fight and even became more stronger. He valued his family very very much and Kim told to himself that he already lucky to have this family, a family who help, love, cheer, and care to each other. He has 2 half sisters, 5 half brothers, and 2 siblings, Kim is the youngest so that he really wanted to graduate soon so that his family will be proud of him. His Mother is a kind, loving, and almost perfect mother named Delia Miravalles, working as a waitress/cook in a restaurant here at Maramag called Kharlas Lechon Hauz. Kim is more closer to his mom, he shares everything to her since his mother told him that he can share his hatred, happiness, and everything to her, so definitely Kim really love his mother. His Father is the most strongest, independent, and also loving father named Roberto Miravalles, retired at Crystal Sugar Company Incorporation due to his age he is already 67 and the retirement age is 60. Kim is not too close with his father because of some reason, but Kim loves his father because his father gave everything he wanted, and his father sacrifices a lot for him and his siblings.

Kim's interested to many things like Movies, Songs, Cooking, and more. When it comes to movies his into fantasy, Rom-Com, survival, and mysteries, He really loves Ariana Grande and Doja Cat when it comes to Music Artist their songs what makes Kim hype especially when Doja raps. He's into pop songs and it depends on his moods, sometimes He love sad songs like Here with me by Dav4d, Somewhere only we know by Keanu, and Tek it by Cafune, and clearly Kim loves singing. Kim is also into Dancing especially dancing with friends, they love making tiktok videos together, dancing, lip syncing, and more. Kim don't like plastic friends and to be honest Kim noticed when there are one, he also hate when someone disrespect his parents. Kim is a loving, friendly, talkative, and annoying person. He really talks a lot, he loves tight hugs and also Kim is a hugger to give his friends energy and to cheer them up, He is really friendly that his friends told him he knows a lot of people. Kim and his friends loves dogshowing each other because it's their love language, Kim really value his hair to the point that he cares at it very much.

Kim's life recently is half happy and half struggling, he is adjusting at school since this time it's almost full time f2f. He thinks that being old has a lot of responsibilities and it makes him pressured. His family doesn't pressures him at grades but in Kim he really want a big grade even though he's lazy sometimes, funny right? but with his friends who is also determined to study he is also became determined to study harder, he passed late activities but he also make sure that next time he will do better, and Kim now is happier than ever. He enjoys playing Mobile Legends with his friends at home that sometimes they plays and consume a lot of time, He is sometimes tired that he wakes up late. He really want more time with his family but currently they're busy to their own lives so Kim is with his friends most of the the time. Kim is really determined to really do his best at school so that someday he can pay the hard-works of his parents and Kim now is far from his dreams but he's also now far from before so he's now really pursuing his life .

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ISLAM 101: MUSLIM CULTURE AND CHARACTER: DYNAMICS OF SPIRITUAL LIFE: PART 2

Faqr and Ghina (Poverty and Richness)

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Isn’t it poetic to watch two insomniacs who keep each other awake at night wander around in an inappropriate state of undress during a storm in a middle of a night in a mansion full of people, troubled by the same malady – lovesickness – and seeking some sort of respite, only to find both the source of their dreams and sleeplessness and the cure to their ailment in the study?

The storm raging outside serves as a fitting background and a perfect metaphor as it reflects the turmoil and turbulent emotions warring inside Kate and Anthony. What’s more, the candlelight and the darkness splits their figures into two halves – one illuminated by the warm glow of the fire, the other cast in the cold shadows of the night, and each side tries to gain the upper hand – symbolizing how they are both tormented and torn apart by conflicting emotions warring inside them; between passion and reason, love and duty, affection and pride; between what they want and their hearts desire and what they perceive they shouldn’t want. They truly find themselves in the middle of a tempest – an emotional whirlwind of their own making – shaken to their very cores by these newfound feelings that make them question everything they have ever believed in.

Initially, Anthony and Kate stand at the opposite sides of the study, both illuminated by the candlelight, but then she walks to the darkest part of the room furthest from the light, and, against his better judgement and despite his reason telling him not to, Anthony follows her into the darkness to join her there, as if he were pulled to her by some invisible leash, losing one of the many battles waging inside him. Or it might be the red string of fate connecting them.

To Anthony, Kate is a temptation incarnate and he can’t resist her even if his life depended on it. Anthony’s constant struggle to keep himself away from Kate is highlighted by him lingering by the entrance, hesitating there, holding onto the door and using it as both an anchor to stop himself from running to her (as if a mere piece of flimsy wood could ever achieve such a Herculean feat!) and a shield from the power and sway Kate holds over him.

For a brief moment, he contemplates leaving entirely but he fights a losing battle, like a drowning man grasping for straws trying to delay his inevitable demise. He has never stood a chance against her.

Anthony puts up a valiant effort to be a gentleman, to do the right thing by her (because he is not only protecting himself from her but protecting Kate from himself), though, because, unlike Kate who is too preoccupied with the storm outside and her negative memories of it, Anthony immediately notices her appearance and takes it in, feeding on it – her white nightgown, bare slender arms unconcealed by sleeves for once, her glorious disheveled ebony locks falling around her face and body like a gorgeous chocolate waterfall,... – since he always observes every little detail about her. Anthony hoped to find some solace in his study, but discovers there the woman who’s been haunting his dreams instead. In that moment, he must be thinking that he fell asleep and she walked into his dream once again.

He is deeply aware of the inappropriateness of their attire, of them being alone together and the potential danger of being caught, yet, he can’t stop himself to steal just one more moment in her presence, just as he can’t stop the sun from setting. He can neve overcome the attraction between them nor resist the ultimate pull of her body, heart and soul calling to his.

The cover of darkness gives Kate and Anthony the freedom to allow themselves to become vulnerable and reveal deeply hidden emotional scars from their past. They allow themselves to be open and vulnerable in a way they haven’t been with anyone else, not even their own family.

These two extremely independent and proud people who had learnt from a young age to be self-relient and not to show weakness to anyone not only to protect themselves but so their loved ones could rely on them instead, suddenly confide in each other, sharing secrets, instinctively seeking solace and comfort in the other person and ultimately finding them in each other for one beautiful stolen moment, as if they somehow knew the other person would understand them and keep their secret safe. This moment is earth-shattering for both of them.

Standing close to Kate in his own study, his private space, just few feet from the place where Daphné told him about a feeling that doesn’t allow him to look away from a woman at any given moment, causes his body and soul to burst into flame when he is near her, takes his breath away and makes him fight the urge to lean forward and touch her lips with his; deep down, Anthony realises and fully comprehends something he only sensed vaguely and instinctively before – that he is feeling it all in this very moment with Kate. It’s like an epiphany, like a lightbulb goes off in his head, like everything, all those confusing emotions, finally make sense.

Anthony is one step away from leaning forward and touching her, brushing his lips against hers because just as he realises his own feelings and it shocks him, he notices and becomes shook by the fact that Kate is looking at him so tenderly and gazing at his lips longingly TWICE (and the second time pointedly lingering there!), the way she isn’t protesting or stopping him, the way she so clearly anticipates him to touch her,...

And for that one fleeting moment, it appears that the warm light and warmth of the candles illuminating their bodies is gaining over the cold darkness, just as Kate and Anthony’s feelings for each other start to overcome them...

But then the spell breaks, bringing a rough awakening. Lightning and thunder – a sound from the outside – wakes them up and interrupts them again just like in the garden after the bee sting.

However. now their roles completely reverse – unlike the day in the garden, Anthony isn’t even rattled anymore. He ran away from the flower garden, it’s Kate’s turn to run now after reality came crashing down on her (and she finally realises looking hungrily at Lord Bridgerton’s lips while he’s barefoot and only in his shirt, with sleeves rolled-up, braces down and unbuttoned collar revealing his bare neck and chest, and she is wearing only her nightdress may be perhaps the most scandalous thing she has ever done in her 26 years long life) while he wants to pursue this feeling whatever it might be and wherever it may take him.

Anthony desperately wants Kate to stay and explore whatever it is between them as he frantically tries to stop her, flustered and alarmed she’s recoiled from him and put a distance between them, and fumbling for the right words to assure her he doesn’t think badly of her and which would convince her not to leave him but to stay with him just a little bit longer. It’s poignant especially after his initial reluctance to even enter the room and come one step closer to her.

Even though the last vestiges of his control stop him from actually walking after her, Anthony’s whole body spins on its axis and pivots to her (like it wants to extend itself and reach out to her), as if his every single cell and his whole being wanted to follow her, to do what he’s been doing since the day they met – chase after her.

He looks so utterly anguished, forlorn, frustrated and tormented, rooted to the spot where Kate left him, the lightning exposing all the emotions he can no longer hide, just as it did a moment ago when it exposed the connection between him and Kate and which sent her running away from him.

The final drops to Anthony’s glass full of misery and torture are her almost brushing him with her gorgeous curls as she rushed past him and leaving behind her intoxicating scent which lingers long after she is gone and which doesn’t let him sleep.

Kate and Anthony both sought to find some semblance of calm to help them sleep, only for their encounter to rob them of their sleep altogether (and right under Papa Bridgerton’s watchful eye).

#bridgerton #kanthony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kathony #jonathan bailey #simone ashley #the viscount who loved me

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"A Half-baked puppet" aka: what was Touya talking about in 351?

In 351, Touya really tears into Shoto (both physically and verbally) and I've seen a lot of confusion over the verbal aspect of things. What was the driving factor behind his words? What exactly got him so upset? Let's figure it out:

This chapter is kind of hard to read because Shoto and Touya discuss a million topics all at once, so let's narrow it down to the single conversation that leads to the "half-baked puppet" comment. I think the key to Touya's frustrations comes from these lines:

His annoyance seems to come from the fact that Shoto has the perfect body and was given everything needed to succeed (a good school that would promote him) and yet, in Touya's eyes, he seems to think Shoto "wasted" these opportunities by continuing to depend on others rather than using them to make something of himself.

"You sure don't capitalize on it" = you just copy dad and do everything he says. You have not done anything on your own to use your powers to their fullest potential. You are wasting such a good power by being someone's puppet, rather than making something of yourself.

Remember: all Touya ever wanted was to be seen and to be a good hero who surpassed All Might. I'm sure at some point it crossed his mind that, if he had the perfect quirk and body, he'd have easily accomplished this goal. Instead, he's had to work, struggle, and burn himself to get to the point he's at.

Shoto, meanwhile, had everything Touya wanted, but did nothing with it; he just copied Endeavor. He worked at his dad's agency (both during the Stain incident AND during work studies, which Dabi actually saw thanks to Hawks' footage), he uses his dad's moves, he even has a similar costume. Let's not forget this beauty from 345:

Touya believes Shoto has "taken the easy way" by letting everything happen for him without doing anything himself. Dabi saw Shoto as a puppet molded by Endeavor, and as such he doesn't think Shoto has done anything beyond what his father arranged. Meanwhile, Touya had worked hard to improve his flames despite being a "failure".

The irony, of course, is that Shoto has done things on his own, Touya just doesn't know because it was never publicized. For example, Shoto's choice to intern/work study with Endeavor looks very puppet-esque on the surface. It's only after Shoto explains his motivations that you realize this really was an independent choice. Touya never saw this because of course he didn't. None of Shoto's internal conflict was put on the news, only the end result. He only ever saw Shoto following dad around during internships, not the reasoning behind this.

The other irony is that Touya is the one copying Endeavor. Yes, Touya has 100% trained himself and improved his power on his own, but he is entirely reliant on copying Endeavor's moves. Every named attack Touya has ever done in the series has come from Endeavor. This does not mean Touya has been "depending on everyone else"; Touya still had to work super hard on his own to get to this point, but he is very much influenced by his father.

Basically: Shoto was trained by Endeavor and has to work to be individual, Touya had to train himself and chose to be more like Endeavor. They're opposites.

Yet Shoto agrees that he's "half-baked" because, to an extent, Touya is right; Shoto has taken his situation for granted (i.e. his perfect body and quirk). In 351, Shoto acknowledges Touya in this exchange:

Shoto's response to "you'll never make a damn thing of yourself" is "You're not wrong about me. I took the long way around, and was full of doubt all the while." I believe "the long way" in question here is that Shoto did indeed act as Endeavor's puppet for the majority of his life. He was on track to never making anything of himself. He was full of doubt because he knew he didn't want to be like his dad (and this manifested in his stubbornness to only use ice) but he didn't know what else to do. It wasn't until he realized "it's his power" that he realized he could be the kind of hero he (Shoto) wanted to be.

Tl;dr From Touya's perspective, Shoto was a puppet who had everything handed to him and never had to work hard to get to where he is, yet squandered this by (seemingly) never working to be anything more, whereas Touya has had to fight constantly (both against enemies and against his own body) to be where he is today.

#bnha #bnha spoilers #bnha 351 #dabi #touya todoroki #toya todoroki #shoto todoroki #bnha meta

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incorrectsmashbrosquotes · 2 years

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It honestly disturbs me, how much the Arcane fandom woobifys Silco.

Look, I get it. This is Tumblr, and putting villains in Leather Pants is kind of what we do here. But the extent to which the Arcane fandom coddles and even idolizes Silco is terrifying to me. Maybe I’m taking things too seriously, but it bugs me. And I feel that it needs to be out there.

Let’s get this straight. Silco was NOT:

A good man: This, at least, is something the fandom seems to be at least tangentially aware of so we won’t linger on it too long. But it still needs to be addressed. Silco threated to kill children, and judging by context clues he has done so in the past as it’s a credible threat. He killed, twisted, and did anything he could to get his way. But hey, again, the fandom seems to be aware of this.

A good leader: Silco was not a leader. He was a tyrant and a kingpin, ruling through fear and intimidation. He manufactured and distributed a toxic and addictive chemical substance that fostered dependency and addiction in the population, forcing them to be loyal to him. He allowed Singed to conduct horrific human experimentation straight out of Mengele's playbook.

I know he wants independence for Zaun, but independence under him? We’ve seen what kind of ship he runs, and I honestly believe that he’s even worse than Piltover’s neglect and indifference. He’s not some proletariat hero, he’s Josef Stalin in a trenchcoat.

A good father: Okay, this is where I risk a controversial opinion.

SILCO WAS NOT A GOOD PARENT FOR JINX.

The fandom seems to be in love with how much Silco cared about Jinx, and I don’t disagree that Silco did, truly, love Jinx. But here’s the thing.

That’s not enough.

Silco’s response to trauma was to let it consume you and dominate your life. He fostered the same attitudes in Jinx, encouraging her worst behaviors and allowing her mental illness to fester and destroy her from the inside. Hell, he encouraged her to use it as her name, to let it define every part of her life.

And we see how much that damaged Jinx! She has visual and auditory hallucinations. Her abandonment issues are so intense that she tries to murder anyone she views as taking her loved ones away. And Silco allowed all this. Because he saw himself in Jinx. Because admitting she needed help would be admitting he was wrong. Because he finally had someone as fucked and damaged as him, and rather than helping her and making sure she got better, he dragged her down to his level.

But no, all the fandom hears is “Don’t cry, you’re perfect”. Yes, Silco loved Jinx, but what people can’t seem to grasp is that love can be just as toxic and harmful as hate.

Look, I get it. It’s all fiction and I’m taking this way too seriously. I know that, in real life, people would recognize people like Silco as harmful and toxic. But this shit matters whether we admit it or not. Fiction affects us. It affects our perception of the world. And the amount of people who stan Silco is scary to me. People don’t seem to recognize how tragic the story of Arcane really is, how ruinous Silco was to the world around him.

Anyway, I’ll get off my soapbox now. I just... I really had to get this off my chest.

#incorrect super smash bros #Arcane #League of Legends #Arcane Netflix #Silco #Jinx #Powder #Vi #Vander #Caitlyn #thoughts #ideas #thought #idea #character #character study

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I loved how this episode parallells Blitzo’s and the real Fizzarolli’s relationships with their more pwerful s/o’s and I think I’ve got some theories on it.

At first glance, Fizzarolli and Asmodeus (”Ozzie”) are obviously the better couple. They’re constantly on the same wavelength, they play really well with each other. Fizz knows exactly what Ozzie wants to hear and see and Ozzie really helped Fizz’ career take off.

In comparison, Blitzo and Stolas are a miscommunicating, abusive, imbalanced mess. Stolas wants more intimacy than Blitzo is willing and /or able to give. Blitzo constantly stumbles over his own insecurities and hurts both Stolas and himself every time he does. They very seldomly see eye to eye and often only when it’s about business.

So obviously Fizz and Ozzie are the better couple overall, right?

I wouldn’t be quite so sure.

Yes, at first glance Ozzie and Fizz seem completely in-sync, from their color-coordinated outfits, to their mutually lucrative partnership and the fact that they seem to understand each other blind.

But on closer inspection, I noticed some... worrying things.

Yes, Asmodeus and Fizzarolli have the seemingly perfect relationship - because Fizz does everything Ozzie wants.

Remember when Blitzo called Robo-Fizz, who is an exact copy of Fizzarolli, the “robo-ripoff of a [...] sell-out jester”? That implies that the real Fizzarolli must have marketed his image quite a lot, to the point where Blitzo would consider him a “sell-out”.

What if Fizzarolli was willing to give something Blitzo wasn’t willing to to become famous? For example, his entire body?

And I don’t mean in the sexual way (though let’s be honest that probably played a part in it too) but in the literal way?

We know Fizzarolli wasn’t always a cyborg.

The old picture Blitzo has of him shows him as fully organic.

No mechanical telescope arms or legs whatsoever. His eyes, horns and general colorscheme also look nothing like they do in the present.

You know what (or rather who) Fizz looks more like in the present?

Asmodeus.

At first glance their song is perfect harmony, but notice how, apart from the Moxxie-bullying, it’s almost solely Fizz singing about how great Asmodeus and the Circle of Lust (which belongs to Asmodeus) are?

So what if Asmodeus’ condition for making Fizzarolli a star was Fizzarolli completely signing over his body and agreeing to any and all “modifications” and what-not Ozzie would want?

We know Blitzo would never take a deal like this. One of Blitzo’s defining character traits is his need for independency. If being successful meant being that dependent on and controlled by somebody, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t do it.

His current deal with Stolas is a point of contention and insecurity for him precisely because it makes him dependent on someone else to achieve his dreams.

But we know Stolas does actually care about Blitzo. Not because Blitzo lavishes him with praise or changes his entire being to accomodate him. Stolas genuinely loves Blitzo the person and he wouldn’t change him for anything.

Yes, their relationship is currently in a very crappy place (can’t believe cheating on your spouse has consequences) but we’ve been given a lot of material supporting the notion that these two could be good for each other if they work on it. A lot.

So in reverse, what does this tell us about Fizzarolli and Asmodeus?

To be blunt, I don’t think Asmodeus really loves Fizzarolli. He loves the Fizzarolli he created, the living sex-bot who does and says everything Asmodeus wants.

I mean, what kind of lover turns their partner into a cyborg who’s basically wearing colors that signal to everybody who they “belong” to?

I’ve seen someone say Alex brightman claimed he got choked up reading some of Fizzarolli’s lines. That could be because some of them were just that damn funny. Or, maybe episode 7 wasn’t the last we’ve seen of Fizz and Ozzie after all and the next time they appear we might get a... different look at their relationship.

#helluva boss #fizzarolli #helluva boss asmodeus

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once more to see you | kth 01

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin

genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love

synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.

warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member

music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out

a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise

"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"

Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.

You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.

"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,

"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.

"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.

You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.

"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.

"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.

He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.

"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.

"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.

Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.

Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.

Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.

You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.

When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.

"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.

"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"

Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.

"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.

You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.

"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."

The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.

You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.

Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm

Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off

Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm

taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious

but fr where are you

Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm

doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn

doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo

taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on

Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm

class just ended i'll wait out back

Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.

This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.

"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.

"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."

You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.

Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.

You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.

Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.

You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.

After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.

"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.

"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.

It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.

Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.

No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.

You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.

You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.

There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.

"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.

He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.

Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.

Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.

"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"

You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."

"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.

Seokjin's always been a charmer.

You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.

You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.

Unknown: 08:39 am

Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.

Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.

Maybe I could take you out?

I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...

What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?

I really wanna make this right :)

You: 08:43 am

oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...

btw I don't like u like that

Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am

taehyung <3: 08:47 am

Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.

Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.

Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,

Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.

It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.

Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.

When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?

You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.

You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.

Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.

"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.

"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.

"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.

"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.

"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.

You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.

You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.

"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.

He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,

"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.

You were screwed.

The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.

You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.

He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.

“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.

“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”

This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.

The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.

Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.

Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.

That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.

How could you ever repay him?

Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.

She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.

“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.

“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.

Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.

“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.

You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.

This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.

The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.

“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?

“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.

“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.

He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.

Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.

Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.

“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.

First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.

Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.

Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.

His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.

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a/n: u guys know the angst isn't over lol u guys r never gonna see the light at the end of the tunnel ! this chapter was originally a bit longer but i have to test the waters and seeing how u guys like it !! pls reblog <3

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