#we just met but i already love you too

[beargyufairy]

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me ✨🔥

#nalu #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #natsu x lucy #fairy tail #lucy x natsu #beautiful goddess #waiting for you #been waiting for this #take me back to the night we met #take my hand take my whole life too #you’re so beautiful #ugh i love them #i love you #the way he looks at her #the way he just #ugh my heart #ugh love them #just kiss already

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

chat do you ever feel entirely absent from your relationships or did i miss the memo on being a person

#sorry this is the mental illness again disregard this im rambling #but. well not that ive been looking back ive always felt like this. but i always felt like i was the outsider in my ms group like #i love them dearly still and they got me through ms but like #it was always more that i was listening to them and i never got any of the jokes and they all knew each other better than they knew me #and like whenever we met up it was always me being awkward too #and then in hs it was like i was acquaintance in all of my friendships there too #because again i didnt understand anything and they were already in cliques and like. I always felt horrible bc #like you can't say no to someone youve been riding the train home with for like a month but i just never liked it #so actually thats probably on me maybe I was never open enough #aguh #even online it feels like im not providing enough of myself #aethers rants #cw vent #personal posts and stuff idk

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also the Biggest Eternalest Moods

#cagey things unite #not a lot is more distilledly; viscerally Autistacity Moments than mordecai in stressed mode italicized Please Don't Touch Me #the striking verisimilitude. let's squop; boys #truly beautiful again that these two have met over brunch & politely declined to interact w/each other in the least. reasonable #real recognition of ''don't bother this person at all Or straightup start shooting'' approach #fun; enriching; perhaps informative to juxtapose these two as well.... #for one thing you could count ''did you kill your dad'' handshake b/w them #if you suppose that [mordecai is most driven by grief for atlas] as a ''that was his dad'' kind of situation #sounds like he was off to a terrible start as one if it was predicated by tossing mordecai into the crucible of Learn By Doing hitmannery #but like ''oh perfect you already know your lines'' type [terrible fatherhood? realism points] #though not like we know what mordecai's definite actual dad was like. don't want to insult him. just that he died & all #and maybe also a younger sibling too....noted a Family Photo ft. his mom with a baby in addition to his other younger sisters #and the picture taken by whom. likely as anything his dad then.... #personally i lean towards [mordecai kind of in love w/atlas] but many things fulfill the Aggrieved By His Death peak relevant situation #lackadaisy #and i do have that marigold bowling team post fr lol. just have to like; make it #autistic cagey things unite even harder

[fandom-blackhole]

Snow

AN: Well it started storming here again and made me think Rain again and since the original thought had more to it I thought I might expand on the the world for those who are interested. I did make some decisions about the battle droids and Obi's home planet, Stewjon, that Im sure isn't canon but I don't really care, its my fic and I'll do with it as I want lol. Anyway if you like this let me know, and if you'd like me to do the rest of the story that I thought up let me know! Thanks for reading <3

Summary: Reader can't help but remember the first time they encountered snow.

WC: 3.1k

<<Rain

Night finally fell, and with it so did the sound of the blaster fire that had been ongoing all day. You'd always found yourself thankful that the Separatists were too stingy to give their battle droids infrared or night vision allowing you and your men to have reprieve if only for a few hours from the exhausting battles. On nights like this you thanked the force for it even more, the fighting had been near nonstop for the last few days and the marshy planet you were on was frozen near solid as it had entered its winter months, making the surface slick and hard to fight on. Your men were ready to drop from lack of good rest and you were tense and tired with headache pounding right between your eyes after what felt like a never ending day of fighting.

Dragging your feet back to your tent, you cursed the council for sending you to a place that was so cold, but immediately felt bad for the thought. The order was stretched thin with the war, more and more battles kept popping up and not enough of you to fight them. You were at war, you weren't meant to be comfortable, but you hated the cold, you always have. And you hated the fighting, not because you weren't good at it, you were a jedi you had to be, but because your heart was never in it. The disruption and chaos that rippled in the force from it felt like constant pin pricks all over your skin as so many things called out for your attention through it and always made you feel suffocated. As a padawan your training had been more focused on the gathering and protecting of information, studying and learning things about the galaxy not running around and fighting to keep the peace like the others. You found more reward in the archives than on distant planets or successful missions. But all of that was in the past, in a time of peace, now it was nothing but a distant dream in the midst of wartime for you.

Thoughts wandering into the nostalgia of past as you trudged along on the frozen muddy earth, you didn't quite register the feeling of a pin prick of iciness against the swell of your right cheek that faded nearly as quickly as it was felt as the cause melted against the heat of your cheek that burned against the cold. Subconsciously though, you felt a shiver at the feeling and pulled your hood closer to your face, just glad that the jedi order provided you with items that regulated your body heat nicely against the biting weather.

You paused in your path however, as that thought repeated in your mind, and your tired brain finally registered the frozen fluff falling around you, the ones meeting your face and melting, and the ones making their homes along the outside of your coat. You'd only experienced the snow a handful of times, and you never truly could figure out if you liked it. You disliked the cold, yes, but with snow- a bit like with the rain- the force quieted. Unlike the rain though with its full pause in quiet serenity akin to taking a deep breath after a long day, the snow seemed to cause the force to buzz just slightly, like the quiet static of a comm in between messages, nothing grating, but a soft background noise that swirled around you and made you take in the burning cold air and watching the plume of frozen breath disperse in the air as if to take your stress along with it. 

You stood still and watched the flurries fall around you, almost languidly, and couldn’t help but smile, their unhurried pace bringing forth a welcoming calm after so many stressful days. In the low light of the camp with the haze brought on by the falling snow you found the memory of the first time you truly experienced snow surfacing.

You had been assigned to a simple mission: transport provisions to an older temple in the Mid Rim that was home to only a handful of Jedi Masters and to collect a crate of ancient texts to be looked over and restored at the temple on Coruscant. At the time you were still younger, only having completed your trials and becoming a jedi knight a few years prior, and this was the first longer mission that you’d been assigned. You weren’t the only one going on the mission however, as the council had heard rumors of pirates having been circling that area of the Mid Rim they saw that it may be more beneficial to send along help just in case there was a conflict. The help had been in the form of your closest friend and also recently knighted jedi- a year after you which you still teased him endlessly about, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and his young padawan, Anakin Skywalker, which you had been immensely happy about as you never really got to see either of the two very much- the council seeming keen on keeping young Skywalker out of the temple often, leading to him and Obi-Wan to rarely even have time for a simple chat. 

The whole trip took the three of you roughly a week to complete, four of the days had been spent traveling to the planet and back to Coruscant after spending three days on the planet to unload the requested provisions, pack away the books and scrolls for the trip back, and to of course refuel. All in all the trip was easy, calm, and in Anakin’s words, “boring as kriff,” of which Obi-Wan chastised him for such foul language for a jedi learner, but you could only laugh at both Anakin’s antics and Obi-Wan’s resulting exasperation. You and Anakin did seem to be on the same page about one thing however, and that had been complaining over how cold the planet had been. The planet itself had been situated farthest from its system’s star, resulting in a freezing atmosphere and barren surface. The only hospitable places being those deep underground near natural hot springs from the depths of the planet’s core. You did find that you liked the planet in its quiet beauty, the nearly untouched blues and whites of frozen mountains were quite picturesque, as well as the surrounding silence through the force of few living creatures on the planet disrupted and created a studious calm, one you wished you could bottle up and take back to Coruscant for the days where the billions of life forms flowing so near each other in the force caused you to be distracted in your work and occasionally cause lasting migraines you still were working to control. But as nice as the silence and the landscape were, one thing overpowered any thoughts of staying, the constant feeling of never being warm enough, the tips of your fingers almost constantly being numb, the ever present need to wear thick clothes and a coat, the freezing cold that chilled you to your bones.

You found yourself jealous over Obi-Wan’s nonchalant state over the temperatures however. He walked around as if the cold didn’t bother him, even though the tips of his ears and nose were constantly a rosy pink color. You cursed him in your head and shot daggers at him anytime he teased you over your shivering state. Anakin however, your little hero, always stuck up for you and seemed to find ways to get back at Obi-Wan for all his teasing even if it meant harsher training sessions the for himself, of which truly wasn’t anything harsh, just longer periods of meditation typically, which little Anakin loathed. 

Most of your days on the mission had been spent watching the back and forth between Obi-Wan and Anakin, recognizing just how like brothers the two of them acted. Your heart warmed at the sight even if something in the back of your mind kept echoing the melancholy of loneliness and the wanting to have someone close to you, wishing to care for and be cared by another however against the jedi ways it was. Even with the creeping loneliness, you continued watching the two, through meals, lessons, and even nights. You couldn’t help it, something about seeing Obi-Wan’s everlasting patience and care for the young boy stirred warmth in your heart. It was his gentleness, how he stooped to Anakin’s level to speak with him, how he praised even the smallest accomplishment in his training, in seeing him comfort Anakin from nightmares in the dead of night when he himself was still half asleep after being awoken. Everything was bringing back the soft affections you had for Obi-Wan as children that you had thought you had long since let go. 

Those feelings came back quickly and so strongly that you had found yourself spending your nights sleeplessly wandering the ancient temple’s library, browsing the yellowing pages and letting the echoes of the past connected to the writing wrap around you in quiet mumbled and incomprehensible words through the force. But most nights as the quiet echoed around you louder than anything back on Coruscant, you couldn’t stop your mind from pushing its way back to thoughts of Obi-Wan. Since his knighting, he’d started to let his hair grow out, the ends curling against the tops of his ears and the back of his neck in soft waves, making your heart sing with want to rake your fingers through it, to hold it softly between your finger while those jewel colored eyes echoed back the affections you harbored for him. Your mind also wandered  to neatly grown out facial hair he was letting curve around his jaw and hide the youngness of his face, to make him appear more mature and worthy of his status as a jedi knight and worthy enough to be training a padawan of his own, something you knew he still struggled with in the absence of the man he looked up to most, his late master, Qui Gon Jinn. 

It was on the third and last night of your stay on the planet that found you wandering away from the scattered library and to the door of the temple, too lost in thought to really notice where your wanderings had led you until you found pause as the force started to light up in a soft static. Glancing out a carved window, for the first time you watched as snow lazily drifted towards the frozen ground, drifting in the slow wind and building up and layering on top of eachother blanketing the ice below. For the first time in several nights you found your thoughts blank, almost meditative in your paused state of just watching, observing the delicate dance of each falling flake. 

You weren’t sure how long you stood there frozen like the rest of the planet, frozen in the moment in time, but you were eventually broken from your revelry by a whispered voice to your right. 

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d believe that this is the first time you’ve seen snow.”

Having not noticed his approach, too absorbed in the blank trance circling your mind and buzzing soft static of the force, you startled slightly turning to find amused blue depths watching you. Feeling a bit embarrassed you turned back to the window, replying in a similarly quiet tone that had an edge of wonder, “It is the first time I’ve seen snow.” Pausing you hummed before you continued as you could feel his gaze watching you questioningly, “Well, I guess not technically the first time I have seen snow, there was piles of the stuff on Ilum when I took the trip to retrieve a crystal for my saber, but…this….this I’ve never gotten the chance to witness.”

When you had turned back to glance at Obi-Wan his eyes had softened from amusement to an emotion you could not place as he studied your features for a moment before turning back to the window to watch the snow fall. You watched him watch the falling of the flakes  for a few seconds before turning to watch again yourself, the quiet swirling between you both before Obi-Wan broke it once more.

“There’s not much I remember of my home planet, I am not even really sure that the few things I think I may remember are true…..but one of the things I think I remember is that there was snow. I remember flashes of running around in it, playing games with young friends- maybe even siblings- and a warm joy whenever I glanced out the window and saw the ground littered in white.”

The quiet admission caught you slightly off guard, making you look back to Obi-Wan catching a few seconds of a reminiscing thoughtfulness written on his face. Obi-Wan had never talked about his home world, never shared stories about it when you and the others gathered in circles as younglings and spoke of what little you could remember. For much of your younger days you’d just assumed that he’d been born on Coruscant and home wasn’t as out of reach as everyone else’s, until one night as padawans you’d both snuck from your rooms to the temple gardens and under the starry sky he’d pointed at one and told you that was his home. 

Now though, your heart ached as he shared the memory he had obviously held so guarded for so long, opening himself to you in almost a deeper way than he ever had before. But before you could get too caught up in that thought he turned and smiled at you, saying, “Come on, you need the full first impression.”

Gently he led you out the door, pulling you along until you stood a hundred or so feet from the temple. Holding your hand out once you stopped, you huffed a quiet laugh as snow floated down and landed in your palm, melting on contact. Looking up, you see Obi-Wan’s fond gaze taking you in as you say, “It tickles almost when it lands on your skin and melts so quickly.”

Obi-Wan laughs at your almost childlike wonder and just watches as you continue to let the snowflakes wet your palm and as you lift your face to the sky watching them fall down towards you in twirling paths. You grinned as the snow dampened your face slowly, leaching heat from your chilling figure, taking joy in the fact that you could stand longer in this weather than rain without getting drenched.

When you finally turned back to Obi-Wan you found that he hadn’t moved his gaze from you, watching you with the same fond smile as if he didn’t want to miss a second of witnessing you experience something so simple for the first time and finding happiness in your own joy. From his own still watching, you could see unmelted fluffs of white decorating his honeyed hair and a few dotting his beard. He seemed to almost glow in the surrounding white and with the frozen drops decorating his appearance you think that you could easily mistaken him for deity, one who’s home was amongst the snow and ice as they fell and claimed him as theirs now. But what truly caught your attention however, was the few pieces of snow latched to his lashes, framing his bright, warm blue gaze in a contrasting ice. 

You found yourself being drawn closer to him, and the closer you got the more you felt a tell-tale brush of warmth within the force that you only ever have felt when you were around Obi-Wan. The warmth was always paired with the soft emotion filled look in his gaze, the one you could never place, or never let yourself place in fear of what you might find it to be, but now as you inched closer you couldn’t let yourself be afraid of it as your heart thudded in your chest, as you felt your own warmth reaching out in the force meeting his and swirling together until each were indiscernible from the other in a way you felt it never would be again. As your the toes of your boots bumped into his own, your eyes danced between his own, letting your walls down, allowing your emotions to fill you as you finally let yourself see the mystery emotion affection finally as it swirled Obi-Wan’s gaze as he met your own eyes, refusing to look away for a second as, to wrapped in the bubble of warmth dancing around the two of you, separating you both from the world outside.

Softly and ever so slowly he raised a hand and rested it on your cheek, his palm warming the iciness as he whispered, his face inching closer as your own followed suit, “You’re freezing, darling, you need to get inside.” A shaky breath left your lips as they brushed his own at the closeness as you replied, “Just a few more minutes ....please.”

It was as you remembering how your eyes fluttered shut and how Obi-Wan’s calloused hand smoothed against your cheek that you were pulled from your memory, the present flooding back into your awareness all at once as you felt a hand on your shoulder and a worried voice ask in a tone that seemed as if the question had been asked repeatedly already, “General, are you alright?”

Lowering your head from where it had been angled towards the sky, you forced a small smile to your face as you met your clone commander’s helmeted gaze. “I am fine, Pollux, just…just tired.”

“General you're shaking from the cold, how long have you been out here,” he asked as he started leading you towards your tent.

With a sigh and a shake of your head, as you trailed beside him, “Would you believe me if I said only for a few moments?”

“Not for a second, sir.” You let out a small laugh, interrupted by a larger shiver, before saying, “Join me for a cup of tea, Pollux? I have the feeling we both could use the warmth….and I would rather like the company.”

As the two of you reached your tent, Pollux pulled off his helmet and nodded, fatigue echoing on his face, “That sounds lovely, though you must promise to rest afterwards.”

Smiling, you laugh softly again replying teasingly, your smile coming easier now, “Always worried about me and my health, Commander.”

As he entered the tent he shot back a quick, “Someone has to be, sir.”

Before you entered though, you glanced skyward once more, letting another snowflake leave an icy kiss on your cheek as the lingering warmth from the memory finally leaves you and you enter your tent.

#obi wan x reader #this one isnt necessarily angsty more so just melancholic/reminiscing of old fond memories #idk ik o said on the last one i was gonna leave it but i keep thinking/rereading rain so i had to continue or id go insane lol #id say im leaving it alone at this one but i probably wont #plus it feels as if i need a true ending for the story now #(which i do already have a plan for ig i just need to share/write it) #anyway i hope you liked this one too #also this is brought to you by me listening to the night we met on repeat #thanks for reading #also commander pollux is my clone oc and he shows up in alot of my thoughts #i love him hes one of the best :)

[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

Very emotional about the breakfast story in the Gospel of John. Simon, James and John, Thomas, Nathanael, and a few others are out together. Simon says he's going fishing, and the others say they're coming along. They spend all night trying to get a good haul, and they catch nothing. Dawn is breaking, and they see a man on the shore a long way off, but they can't tell who he is. He shouts to them, "You don't have any fish, do you?" They have to shout back a disgruntled, "No." The man replies, "Put the net on the other side and you'll catch some fish!" Maybe they roll their eyes a bit--they're the ones out on the water, and they have been all night, what would he know?--and the fish start flooding into the net.

And John looks at Simon and remembers: this has happened before. Three years ago, before everything changed--that voice had shouted to them the same instruction.

"Simon!!" he says, "It's the Lord!"

And it hits Simon like a thunderbolt. He frantically throws on his coat (he'd stripped for work) and plunges into the water. He'd walked on the water before to meet Jesus, what was swimming a hundred yards? So eager to reach Him he can't wait the few minutes for the boat to come in--and when it gets there, he has to go and help unload the fish anyway. But even those few moments with Jesus are worth the soaking wet robes and the exhaustion. And anyway, He already has a fire going--with some fish of His own. "Come and have breakfast!" He says.

And then they sit and eat together, just like they had done so many times over the past three years, and He's there with them, perhaps gently laughing at Simon, still dripping from his swim, and it's like He never left.

He never truly did.

#it's just such a human story. the tenderness of inviting old friends to breakfast--the same way you met them what feels like so long ago #the bolt of pure joy that streaks through them all as they realize. simon throwing himself overboard to reach yeshua sooner #(he's not losing to john again!) the fact that jesus is already cooking--waiting for them. providing for them. #just--the love in this story. the palpable and oh-so-human love and how it is also so very much the love the Father has for us. #and we'll find Him waiting for us too when we reach the shore #with a warm fire and a shout of 'come have breakfast!' #because we listened when He told us 'come follow Me.' #kay can i just catch my breath for a second #christianity #my christianity #yeshua #simon peter #'i will be with you always--even to the end of the age.' #and here's an extra tidbit: the first time this happened the nets tore. but this time the passage explicitly states that despite the fish #all 153 of them--the nets didn't tear. #yochanan bar zavdi

[vvitchering]

I cannot stop thinking about the weird pull towards Stede I’ve been feeling since I watched ofmd. It’s not attraction; he’s very much not physically my type and while I enjoy his personality, it isn’t in the same way I enjoy my other favorite characters. It might be more that, except for the flair for theatrics we don’t share, I’m seeing a character who thinks, acts, and experiences the world in very similarly weird ways to me. It’s seeing my own impulse to ramble about niche things I love and the rare delight when someone actually listens and appreciates it. It’s seeing the same insecurity I have that comes from always feeling like you’re not on the same page as everyone else so you fake it as best you can. It’s seeing someone else finding peace and escape in fiction because real life feels like a prison sometimes. Getting to see him successfully walk away from a life that didn’t suit him, that was making him miserable, was really cathartic.

#sometimes you just really click with a character #because they’re very similar to you and it’s really fucking nice to see someone like you succeed #this was just a novel experience for me because usually I pick my favs based how much I think I’d get along with them #and also attraction sometimes lmao #but with Stede it’s like a constant ‘Ha I do that’ #Ed shows the slightest inkling he might also appreciate fancy things #and Stede (WITH A GUT WOUND) is already across the room showing him his secret closet full of his favorite things #literally jumped at the chance to share a thing he loves with someone even if that someone is a stranger he just met 5 seconds ago #that desperate yearning to connect with someone through a mutual interest because it’s the only way you know how to do that #I FELT THAT IN MY BONES OKAY #anyway the long and short of this is I think the two of us have a touch of the ‘tism and it’s just nice to see a kindred spirit succeed #this was a weird post huh #goddamnit I forgot to talk about how we both took 87 years to figure out sexuality too womp womp #our flag means death #Stede bonnet

[ocdhuacheng]

BROS I CAME HOME FROM WORK TO FIND THAT SOMEONE HAD GIVEN US A WHOLE ASS TELESCOPE‼️‼️‼️ FOR FREE‼️‼️‼️

#hi thank you I love it I love you #I’ve never met them before but apparently they’re an old couple my mom runs into a lot when she takes the dog for a walk in the morning #and she said she told them about the eclipse last week ans the star party in September #and they were like oh we have a telescope we don’t use do you want it? #:O !!!!????!!!!!!!! #bros….. it’s so beautiful…… #it’s on the smaller side but who cares it’s free #it’s a cassegrain and motorized so it’s fancy too #alt azimuth mount and the tripod looks decently stable #and it came with like 8 eyepieces a Barlow and a set of color filters #basically all we need now is a polarizing filter tbh #THIS IS CRAZY #I was pissed off about that guy at work but this just made my day #I need to thank them #.txt #have to bring it to a club meeting to have someone look at it to get it collimated and stuff before we use it #Oogh I’m excited. now we have two telescopes :) #the one we borrowed from the club for the star party was really fun too. that one was a reflector. and the one we already have is a refracto #*refractor. I’ve never used a cassegrain before :0

[soclam]

my gortash-hater to gortash-lover arc is probably one of the most unexpected things to come out of playing bg3

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bc my tags are spoilery lol #when i first met karlach i was like 'oh im gonna fuck that man up' #and then i got the crumbs of his backstory and now im like “...i can fix him karlach. just trust me babes x” #i love a tragic man! what can i say #tbf i really love ketheric too so maybe its just something about the dead three's chosen... #orin pissed me off too much. i cant handle serial killer characters most of the time but shes hot so i thought i could forgive her #but then she kidnapped one of my besties and that just got on my damn nerves #girl i was already planning on killing you but now im definitely killing you. we dont negotiate with terrorists in this house!

[vvanessaives]

the gang + their families. what’s family if not an ecosystem of love and grievance and hate.

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#ok fine i'm posting it <3 this was intended for my eyes only since it helps my shitty memory to remember things like dates and ages jkdflk #i'll only tag the main ocs in here or i will never end JFC #oc: vesper #oc: fenix #oc: nader #oc: daniel #*ocstuff #mine #a few info: vesper never met (and doesn't want to) any of her stepsiblings while daniel grew up with them until he left their home. it would #be cool for all of them to meet tho. her and milo would hate each other bc they are so similar jfjksf. also mallory and lesley are twins!! #i would break in two pieces julienne btw i wish to see her suffer. i crave it even. #if giulia&luca weren't dead already i would kill them myself <3 same death date bc their kids killed them on the same day <3 #karima is everything to me btw. i love all of nader's fam so much. #this was going to be bigger but i'm too tired to continue jkdskf ALSO LUCA DOESN'T DESERVE alessandro gassmann as fc but he got lucky #every day of my life i think of fenix telling tancred 'you are just like father' and tancred telling him 'and you're the exact copy of mom' #ALSO vesper got her father anger issues. love to see that we are on the same page baby

[angelastrology]

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#im shocked beyond words that my ex messaged me today #ik its mercury retrograde and everything but of all people i didn't think she'd reach out after i stopped replying a year and a half ago #we weren't on bad terms or anything and we continued casually keeping in contact platonically after the break up #but when i entered a new relationship i just thought it was best to keep a distance #we did have a very intense relationship and a terrible break up in the span of 3 years #like if you look up the definition of a toxic karmic relationship our picture should show up #and in the long text she messaged me now she basically apologizes for having hurt me #which she already had done back then but this was a more detailed apology somehow #im not sure how to feel about this but it sure is overwhelming #i met her when i was 16 and we heavily shaped each other's formative years #trauma bonded too #its just a lot #but i do think fondly of her and i no longer resent her for anything #i just genuinely hope she finds happiness and love in whatever form it might be #i think that's what i will tell her #she also said that i was probably the closest to unconditional love she will ever experience.. which im not sure how to feel about either #i'm happy that she thinks positively of me and i know i gave everything i had to offer in that relationship #but i genuinely want her to feel happy and loved again

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

thoschei early days

#they get their start in lowtown. are as bad as expected so get chased and beat up a bunch. but they get better #after they run away they run into each other by accident on some planet. one of them about to get caught so the other steps in #why work when youve got a ship and can scam people for the rest #it's the babyversion of what they'dbe now if they joined forces #their skills combined. you can already see their differences but morethan that you see how they /complement/ #like two pieces of a puzzle #the doctors smoothtalking and charm grows into being able to turn armies around with words alone #the masters eye for detail and patience for meticulous preparation turns into #well #rasputin i guess #im not good enough at character to write this fic but i wanna read it so bad #and like this is how they fall out too right? already in there #'since we met im not sure if ive fallen for you baby or if youve set me up to take the fall' #'love is just another con. a fairytale to lead them on. but together baby maybe we could love them all' #thoschei

[taexual]

hi if you are still accepting request,, can i ask for svt comfort- you can do reaction or you can do one shot to whichever member you want, i just want some… comfort ;-;

recently i am diagnosed with MDD and im just starting my antidepressant and the side effects are throwing me off every single day and im just so tired and i need some comfort, maybe because no one in my real life knows i am diagnosed with this so i kinda lack comfort hahahah but if this is not a topic that you are comfortable with, it is okay ^^

and if you decide to do this, it is okay if you dont associate the comfort with my situation, it can be upsetting for some, just do whatever you want :)

i really wanted to write this as soon as i read your message. you're so strong and you will be okay ❤️❤️

this may not fit the basic definition of comfort, but it has soft & caring gyu, so i hope you enjoy 🥺

hold on (to me) | mingyu

#ask #anonymous #truthfully you've hit very close to home for me with this message #someone very important to me had to go through what you're going through #and i can tell you for a fact that it gets easier #but there are bad days too just like with everything else in life #and even though we haven't met personally i can tell how strong you are #i'm not going to start preaching about how everything will be okay #because i feel like this is already starting to come off as patronizing #but i just wanted to let you know that you're never alone #even if no one knows #sending you my love!! #also because this is obviously a sensitive topic #putting out a disclaimer here that i'm absolutely NOT romanticizing pain #i mean to represent support with this fic #and a reminder that we're never alone in our suffering #so i hope that's the message that the story sends :( #but definitely let me know about any relevant triggers or anything of the sort in the fic!!!

[yappacadaver]

violence has been the only mood for the past two days but :(

i got nothing to violence on and i gotta be nice for mothers day :((((((((

#i really loved choking down the worst sushi i ever met and treating my mom (and her husband she invited without telling me) for 90$ #while still being so angry at the two of them that I had to scream and cry for an hour before we went out and then another hour of meltdown #after we got home #love it I love being a 25 year old baby it's really cool :) #the people around me think it's really cool too :))) #its so fucked up that the longer ur abused the more you become someone who more and more people think deserve abuse #ya know for your own good #because im so obviously insane and disordered i need to be restricted and punished for having such mean emotions like anger and pain :o #I wish dr phil would just take me to the ranch already like im ready #ranch me up white boy

[cock-holliday]

Idk man it’s so easy to get bogged down in all the bullshit online but when my then-6 year old cousin found out I was trans he said “ok” then corrected my grandma when she misgendered me. I was once the third between a gay man and a lesbian. Two lesbians once invited me back to their place when I presented as a man. I met an AMAB nb butch who looked strikingly to outsiders like a cis man and it was one of the more sapphic experiences I’ve had. I nervously wore a boydyke shirt to pride and got 3 different cis-looking femme folks tell me they loved my shirt. I once told a trans group at a protest that any pronouns were fine for me and one person said “wow, I’m impressed and intimidated by people like that. I don’t know that I could be that chill with pronouns.” I once told a GNC friend I wished I could wear a type of “opposite” gender clothing after I had already transitioned and so it would be associated with my AGAB and he said “You could just do it.” I’ve had cishet men fight cops for me before. The first time I had a doctor ask me if my name was different than what was on my forms I had to try not to cry. Last week, a phone call with a doctor’s office where I am generally cis passing asked unprompted if my name listed is what I want to be called. It touched me then too. I told a lesbian friend once I felt like my attraction to men AND women both felt gay. She said “makes sense.” And we moved on. I go by different pronouns in different circles. I’ve had gay women love my facial hair. I’ve had gay men like my tits. It’s all out there, I promise. It can be hard to find it but I promise there is community like you and community who likes you. And it’s more messy and beautiful than tumblr discourse makes it out to be.

#LJsm

[esyra]

After the hospital bombing, I finally heard back from my grandmother and confirmed that several of my relatives were murdered by Israeli bombing. Seven of them, to be precise. Three are still going, including her. We've been talking constantly ever since.

Asked if it was possible to head south, and was told they did but were also bombed there. So they decided to go back home, in Zeitoun. Their home was bombed and they were pulled out of the rumble, then driven by ambulances to the al-Ahli Arab Hospital. There were people in every corner. Gazans sheltering, sleeping on the floor. Gazans dying on the floor, waiting for beds.

Four were declared dead on arrival, three were in need of surgery and other three were just bandaged. Then, a bomb was dropped in the parking lot that made parts of the ceiling collapse, like Dr. Ghassan Abu Sittah reported in that horrific conference/interview. Those in need of surgery died.

By the way, just in case you didn't know: the Church of Saint Porphyrius, the third oldest in history, bombed by Israel a few days back, was located near the hospital.

When looking for new shelter, they saw schools with signs hanging outside, "We can't take any more families." They met families, sympathetic but already sheltering too many people. They're now staying in an apartment building they found empty. Sleeping in the corner of the living room. If the family comes back, they'll apologize and leave.

Told me she was saving her phone battery for when the bombing stopped, and she had to ask for help to rebuilt the neighborhood. But she doesn't think it's gonna stop anymore. The ones still with her are mute most of the time, like they're saving energy, but she feels lonely and wanted to talk. There's no internet and to connect to WhatsApp, people are buying "a card from the supermarket, there's a password and username." Not sure what she meant. Still, the internet is inconsistent and won't load neither videos or images nor pages, so she doesn't know what's happening on the outside world.

Told her there were a lot of people protesting to stop the genocide, she replied, "The bombings are getting worse by the day." The bombing yesterday was the worst she ever witnessed. The entire neighborhood is infested with the smell of death, of decomposing bodies. Bodies are piling up in the streets and she's not sure if it's because they ran out of places to store them, but most of them are in bags. The smoke of the bombings hide the blue sky—she hasn't seen the clouds for a while.

Asked if I could share their pictures, names and dreams with people and was told, of which I partly agree, "they're not entertainment." If anyone genuinely cared, they would be alive—I'd argue there are people who do care, but I'm not gonna lecture her pain. And they don't deserve to be used to fulfill someone's sick fantasy. Told me to remember what some Israelis do with pictures of dead Palestinians. And I do.

For those of you who are not familiar, many times before settlers got together to celebrate the murder of Palestinians. For one, in 2015, Israeli settlers set a house in Duma, West Bank on fire. An 18-month old baby, Ali Dawbsheh, was burnt alive. Both parents later died of wounds and only a 5-year-old, Ahmad, survived, although severely injured.

Two celebrations of their murder are widely known, one at a wedding and others outside the court in which two were indicted for the terrorist attack. In the wedding, guests stabbed a photo of the toddler, Ali, while others waved guns, knives and Molotov cocktails. Israel's Minister of National Security, Itamar Ben-Gvir, was present.

That's what happens in an apartheid. Palestinians are so abused by authorities that their "innocent civilians" come to accept the brutality as necessary or are desensitized by our suffering. After all, it's been 75 years—get used to it!

So I won't risk the image of my loved ones, in fear they are used in these kinds of depravity. I will say, though, the world lost a young footballer. Lost a female writer and an aspiring ballerina. Lost a kind father, who was also a great cook, and a loving mother that enjoyed sewing and other types of handicraft art. Lost a math teacher and a child that wanted to become one.

People think Israel is testing new weapons on them. There's civilians arriving at the hospital with severe burns, which they thought was from white phosphorus, but apparently the pattern is different from the one caused by white phosphorus. It's widely believed Israel tests weapons in Palestinians.

Jeff Halper, author of War Against the People, a book on Israel's arms and surveillance technology industries, said: "Israel has kept the occupation because it's a laboratory for weapons."

They've ran out of drinkable water and the "aid" Biden sent was only for the South of Gaza and no fuel, for hospitals, was allowed in. Many shelves in the supermarket are empty. She said many are convinced that if they don't die from the bombing, they'll die from starvation or dehydration, or whatever disease will develop from the dirty water they're drinking.

Told me all people do now is pray, cry and die. Told me she hopes West Bank is spared. Told her Israel bombed a mosque in West Bank and dozens of Palestinians in West Bank are being murdered by settlers, so she bided me goodbye.

#palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #may allah protect them #may almighty allah see our pain #hopefully she'll message me tomorrow