#you cant see it from the road and there was an art show going on

[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 5: bonding exercise

Alastor x (f! bunny reader) -Fluff- chapter 1

your POV:

through out my time here in hell I have grown accustomed to the musty hot atmosphere of the underworld and the loud mornings of screaming, gun shots, and road rage, its hell after all and there technically isn't any rules. me and angel hang out a lot more, behind his sex jokes and playful demeaner hes a great friend. husk and I are cool I suppose, according to him I'm more tolerable. Nifftys a bit crazy and energetic but I enjoy helping her clean sometimes, but one person that's been on my mind a lot is Alastor. hes always watching me, I catch him staring at me with that weird smile, I wonder if his face hurts from smiling all the time...none of my business what he does I just wish he wasn't so eerie. I was in the lobby this morning when Charlie called us over for a "bonding exercise", seeing everybody gathered in there seats I sit on the couch next to angel, "good morning everybody thank you for comingggg, I would like to have you all here for a little bonding time yayy!!!..." the silence was defiantly loud... "uhm- well I though we could all do something fun like drawing!" standing behind her vaggie comes out with paper, markers, and crayons "oooo colors" niffty giggles "what's does this look like kinder garden?" "angel please try and at least participate" letting out an annoyed grumble he agrees "fineee..." "great! were all going in partners and you will draw each other, that sound fun right!!?" oh no... "charlies with me, husks with angel, and Alastors with y/n, nifftys can uhm..." "oh oh can I be the judge!!!" "sure..." "you gotta be fucken kidding me..." "aww cmon whiskers I'm not that baddd~" walking to there partners I turn to see Alastor sitting on the arm chair looking at me with a wide grin on his face, "fuck me..." I grumble walking over to sit on the floor beside him "well my dear looks like its just me and you" "yeah... me and you" grabbing two pieces of papers and some crayons "I cant even draw..." "oh don't worry I'm sure you will do just fine!" "why am I doing this again..." "cheer up dear this is supposed to be fun after all, I cant be that hard to draw" "yeah your right just need two colors" scribbling on the paper I start at the base of his face, doodling his creepy smile and red hair, looking up I see him studying me curiously "what's the matter, am I hard to draw?" I say smugly "not at all dear your quite easy to draw" ouch, thanks...

Alastors POV:

I never really focused any time on things such as art, yes I can cook and maybe play the piano but drawings not one of my few good skills although ill give it a shot. I would have never guessed I would be sitting here doing one of charlies silly little projects, attempting to draw y/n I look at here for a while, this is the closest I have ever really been next to her, my she really is small it makes me want to squeez her tiny little body, her head could fit in my hand easily. I have noticed a few things while observing her, her ears twitch when she's focused on things like now, her pink bunny nose twitches when she's scared, and her fluffy tail wags when she's exited or annoyed what a strange individual...

your POV:

"ok guys once your done with your drawings you will show them off to your partners!!", as a few minutes pass by I have finished my drawing and well I'm quite disappointed in myself, man I should have taken art class in high school "I finished if your ready to show them" hell no... "I- I'm done but I don't think I wanna... "oh I'm sure its not that bad" giving the drawing one last glance I turn the page I show him the drawing facing away to hide what little dignity I had left. hearing a quiet static buzz noise I look back up seeing him looking at the drawing with a questionable face "I know its badd!!!" "w-well I wouldn't say that dear its just..." "just say its bad!" "its interesting" "well what does yours look like?" turning his page my jaw drops to the floor, what is this creepy deer man not good at "its not my best work but-" "are you kidding me Al this is good!" standing up I grab the drawing, it was in crayon but it looked just like me. pausing I try to tone down my excitement seeing alastor wide eyed from my reaction "I'm glad you like it dear" "what cant you do" "well I did say I was a man of many talents but drawing isn't one of them" "do you uhh mind if I keep this..." "not at all dear~" "you don't have to keep mine you can just throw it-" "nonsense its mine isn't it?" "yes.." "then I will keep it". for once he seemed to have a genuine smile on his face, not some creepy ass smile, its kind of nice...

Alastors POV:

I don't know why but I wanted to keep her silly little drawing, its...cute?. it looks nothing like me but its quite amusing seeing her all embarrassed. I was surprised to see she liked my drawing, her eyes lit up with a small smile on her face, it feels good to know my work is appreciated even in the... strangest things it gives me a sense of pride, I might hang it in my radio tower...

your POV:

looking at everybody else I saw Charlie bouncing on her heels looking at a little doodle vaggie made how cute~, husk made a sloppy doodle of angel and angel just drew himself. niffty was running around looking at others drawings, eventually she got around to ours, climbing on my shoulder she looks at Alastors drawing "ooooOooo you look so cute in the picture!!" I smile a bit "thanks niff" grabbing her off my shoulder I set her down "well that's the end of the exercise, how was it!" "ehh it wasn't to bad" "it was alright" "whatever...im going back to the bar" Charlie puts on a little smile "well do one again next week, maybe we could make cookies together or do all about ME's oh oh!! what about-" "ok hon slow down" "sorry". this was nice, hell isn't that bad, at least not here. better than home...

hey guys!!! I was supposed to release this earlier but I'm a little sick right now from the cold weather but I refuse to let you guys down! I made this chapter a little longer than usual so I hope you guys loved this cute chapter as much as I did, love you guys have a good day/night

-squerlly

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[localgardenweed]

Ok I was originally gonna write how I wanna go back to Eddsworld and do stuff for it again but felt out of the loop with the modern fandom and shit but ended up being a rant about how I hate Beyond so like gonna write this again but keeping part of the rant cause i need to share how much i cant stand Beyond again

So like I wanna come back to Eddsworld cause as much as it was a dumpster fire for me it was my first real fandom I was apart of online so it holds a place in my heart. I mean probably technically whatever I did on Framecast was my first ever online fandom space but shhhh that dont count i was but a wondering traveler looking for my place in the world. It actually got me into Eddsworld someone made a animation to Youth by Daughter and had me hooked. But still was very important to me and my art development.

Its so crazy to me cause i was into Eddsworld HARD in the 2016-2020 era where alot of the ig modern fandom was born i watched cities fall and crumble I was deep in the amino trenches, Pork Sodaing and seeing so much historical fandom events happen before your eyes. I was watching everyone consume every piece of Prince of Mints and Moho art I was a sucker for them which probably wasn’t okay for like a 5th grader but i definitely turned out all right /j.

I left for a little bit on and off cause Hetalia was choking me and like keeping me prisoner but like it still had a place in my heart for it but like ya know i still was there but idk now I just dont find the same spark anymore from the first go around. Something changed and maybe cause i just had my tastes change and maybe cause my ex-best friend was making fun of my oc all the time but i made him when i was like 11 and figuring out identities and ways to express yourself without sticking to the gender norms and dealing with alot of stuff at the time i finally caved and just didn’t feel the same any anymore about the show.

Cause I loved that fandom more than anything but, I don’t know I just don’t know how to get back that spark and go frolic in the fields with my TomTordOc love triangle of my 5th grader dreams and just be cringe and free and feel joy again but I just cant enjoy the material anymore like THEY ARE MASSACRING MY BOYS WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO THEMM

It doesn’t hit the same and i know i dont need to consume Beyond i doubt anyone actually does at this point but i cant stand beside while they murder everything i loved about the Classic and Legacy eras.

Also just, I think I hit a road block with it too like, I got stuck on where to do and what to do with Eddsworld like. I make aus i made ocs i made a ask blog i made animatics, now what? And like idk i felt weird and like stuck in the mud with them. Also just had the friend falling out who was also the co-creator of the ask blog so now i dont know how to pick it back up all by myself again but them again i really was just doing it by myself all the time anyway so i just have to figure out how to get back into the swing of things

I have some ideas for aus and maybe just finally be free and bring my oc back from the grave for realsies and make you all consume it but, I don’t know. Im scared to come back cause also weirdly alot of the new fans are younger than me or the older fans are older than me so its kinda awkward, also im just awkward im scared to talk to people online, there is and were some people i desperately wanted to be friends with both in and out of Eddsworld but im too scared and either just watch from afar or abuse the Anonymous function in ask boxes. 

If i cave enough i might come back to Eddsworld to at least finish my lore for the ask blog cause IM SORRY I LEFT YALL HANGING I HAD SCHOOL AND THEN JUST FORGOT ABOUT IT but forever haunted by the people who like every single post and then i get excited cause i see like 99+ notes waiting for me and i think one of my new posts blew up but no its just the ew boys who screw around likes and reblog and the occasional comment

One day ill return to my rightful birthplace and one day I shall be free and one with nature and draw as much as I want for it and as many ocs i want without someone telling me its cringe or make more for the ask blog or hell start doing animation and animatics again

Ok here is the Beyond rant now if you wanna read it

I feel the difference between Beyond and Legacy is that, Beyond is trying to horriblycopy their older brothers Classic and Legacy and almost dumb it down a bit with more childish humor, and Legacy takes inspiration from Classic: It’s different but a natural difference/evolution. Or the fact a whole new guy was writing it all with a slightly different style so he wrote what he knew idk maybe a bit of a factor idk

Also i cant stand the Tord bait sorry I cant, especially when they used to like get annoyed by the fandom by asking and then just realized he was a cash cow so like now we get Tord merch and the hints and Tori and the skit with the cavemen like OMG TORD- and he got crushed by a rock thanks gang, cause like dude I think as much as we love Tord like maybe this go around respect Larson’s choice to like not use him in the series anymore and take him out but like ig that doesn’t apply to merch so yeah lets do one more go around bring out the red one. Or idk maybe they contacted him and was like “yo dude can we like use him for merch” but i dont think that happened. I think it was just better to leave him absent from the show and be like “yeah no Tord guys, no Tord” and we could have all had our thumbs up and be like “Ok Eddsworld Beyond we are okay with that”. Like I know Red October was for charity but idk it still felt weird to use Tord, like could this really not have just been the main 3 or like bring in some deep cut old characters or side characters did we really need Tord here.

#localgardenweed #the weed is rambling #eddsworld #big rant #sorry for the influx of text posts guys i have no art rn to share to the public #i mean ive been drawing but its a bunch of like irl friend group au stuff and idk if we wanna share it to tumblr dot com yet

[spacedlexi]

I gotta ask, where did Clem get that jacket! Also it would seem like a good choice of upper body wear protection as other than literal metal, it’s a good protection during an apocalypse as leather is one of the toughest materials that someone can wear, which is why bikers wear them.

Anyways, I absolutely love the style and I assume, and correct me if I’m wrong but is that a walking stick in clem’s hand? Also did they craft a second bow or am i just having a brain fart as it has been a while since i last played TWDG, with my main memories usually being Violentine moments.

My final thing is that i love how you put the pin clem gets after going on Violet’s stargazing date? Imma just call it a date. I often see art that don’t really include the pin or just use the orange pin Violet can also give Clem. Amazing art btw! Love how you show that Clem and Violet can both kill you while also being dorks in love.

i think after everything died down with the delta fight, the kids would eventually make their way back there to scavenge for any supplies that survived the explosion. it was a huge boat with enough supplies to last a large group of people a decent amount of time (we know the delta home base isnt exactly close). i think the kids would be able to scavenge quite a bit of stuff, and its where clem picks up the new jacket. ive mentioned it in one of my past replies but i think clem wouldve taken to heart jane telling her that she needs a nice leather jacket for protection. ive also mentioned before that clems s4 jacket being a denim biker jacket made no sense because bikers dont wear leather for nothing... she deserves her cool leather biker jacket. i think she wouldve gotten excited about a find like that

and yes it is a walking stick :) she cant use crutches forever so once the kids make her a prosthetic i think she'd start picking up the habit of collecting a few nice branches as walking sticks. i like to think she'd have one for hanging out around ericson, and one for being outside that she coils barbed wire around (i got the idea from her i think road to survival? model? where they put barbed wire around her crutches and she used them as a weapon i thought that was a cool idea but again she cant use those forever). ALSO i think she'd still remember the story lee told her about his dad using his cane around the store so i think it would give her some form of comfort. i think she'd use her cane around ericsons the same way lees dad did around the drug store

also yes there was another bow at ericsons that both violet and willy have used. violet only used marlons bow a few times shes mostly seen with the other one and it seems when she doesnt have it willy does. im not sure if any other character is shown with it (idr which bow is used when hunting with aasim)

also how could i forget the pin 🥺 i cant Not draw it and im very mindful about it. its just so cute that vi isnt really into arts and crafts but made it for clem anyway 🥺. like did she go back to her room that night and just stay up making it. im sure she couldnt sleep after everything that happened. and with the way shes always so hard on herself for not saving everyone, and when she tells clem she wont let minnie get her (or aj or anyone else), i think the pin is a bit of a symbol of vi being prepared to do whatever she needs to to keep them safe. and i like to give post s4 clem and vi matching pins since it seems to be their Thing

#they are bow wielding gfs #replies with lexi #choatic-strawberry #twdg #violentine

[tokaritoo]

hello! i’ve always liked when artists break down all the little details in their artworks so i thought i’d make a “mini” info post about my most recent work: “meeting in york new city”.

as probably evident, this is my yearly art for the hxh sept 1 anniversary. i will admit, compared to last year’s, i was worried this one would come across as a bit more plain and simple, but i tried to make up with the overwhelming amount of meaning i put behind essentially each thing

regardless, i hope you enjoy this ramble/ planning, and that maybe you can see the piece in a new way

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sitting poses (specifically leg area)

- leorio man spreading, rather self explanatory, it just perfectly captures his energy

- kurapika has a straight back, legs crossed, a very refined pose. almost stiff, a picture perfect act

- gon is sort of curled up on bench/ criss cross. Very child like

- killua is also in a rather childish pose, except more loose

- note: killua is sort of taking over leorio’s space. sort of reflects how he messes with him, but also how, in my mind, he should depend on leorio. new big brother and what not

rest of pose

- leorio is looking at everyone (side glancing them). He has always been the one keeping an eye on the idiots. also slightly hunched over, he is struggling to fit on the bench

- kurapika has the most isolated and distant pose, the only one who’s pose doesnt result in him interacting with the others. They are consumed by their book, looking at that alone. He is physically present, but is mentally somewhere else. Acts as parallels of his current relationships. They still want to be there for them, but they dont do anything to show it. They are distracted and withdrawn, focused on their task

- gon and killua: Child-like interacting pose. killua is leaning into gon’s space (he has always been drawn to gon and focused on him). Gon is there for killua, but still more focused on his book. He differs from kurapika because he lets killua be with him, considers him, but at times he still is self centered

- note: gon and kurapika’s poses slightly mirror each other (how they hold their book). They have always been parallels to one another

- Likewise, killua and leorio (at least facial wise) reflect one another. Although not as evident, in the series, there are similarities between the two

Books

They are all reading books, all the books hold a level of significance (i.e parallels their goal/ story)

- leorio is reading a newspaper. He listens and focuses on the human world problems, like capitalism, poverty, illness.

- kurapika is reading Hamlet. A classic revenge tale (self explanatory). The fact the book ends in death reflects how the path of vengeance is ultimately a path of self destruction

- Gon is reading Batman and Robin (thank you to aniquinade for the suggestion). It is a comic to reflect his childish nature. The tale talks about a boy who admires his father, ultimately finding other role models on his journey.

- Killua has no book, similar to the fact he had no mission in the show. He looks at what Gon has since for a long time Gon’s mission was Killua’s mission

Street signs

Being located in the city, they will have street signs behind them, the ones nearest to each character will have a symbolic meaning

- “Road divides ahead sign” between gon and killua to show how they will eventually split

- “Sharp turns ahead” for kurapika (also gon), a life that drastically changes in an instance

- Downwards safe sign pointing to leorio (he is reliable, he is safe, the path you can follow)

- Kurapika stop sign. Red like blood. Stop like his heart. (Thanks miialona for that one)

- Leorio has a pededtrain crossing sign, he is just a guy)

- Leorio hospital (self explanatory

- “Temporary detour” for gon as many instances of his quest caused him to explore and do unexpected things

- “Follow detour signs” for killua. Slightly different to gon’s as he is following the side adventures Gon takes

- “No u turn” for gon as he cant go back after the effects of the Chimera Ant Arc

- Killua has “yield right of way” as he gives the right of way to gon in most circumstances

- Bumpy road ahead (trouble is coming)

- Handicap sign for Gon, a foreshadowing of the many injuries and near death experiences he faces

- Airport sign for kurapika, he is departing

- “Road overflowing ahead” for both kurapika and leorio. Shows their upcoming adventures on the blackwhale, and the likely sinking of the ship

#hxh #thoughts #for those who are curious how i come with ideas #it is like this! i think and plan and try to make note of everything #long post #like really #but i dont know the thoughts are fun to me

[moonsun2010]

tagged by @ignitingthesky !

rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better

last song: "Vs. YINU" by Falk Au Yeong for No Straight Roads: Encore Edition. Recc this game for the OST and art alone. And its by a Malaysian studio too (neighbour :D)!!

last show: If its TV, 我的女侠罗明依A Quest to Heal (its so good but Im the only person in the fandom ;-;). If film, Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (watched 2x in cinema)

currently watching: no shows or movies in mind for leisure :,) but Ive Barbie in a Christmas Carol lined up for an assignment. Potentially A Christmas Carol (2009)

currently reading: school readings too :( but obviously getting sidetracked by fanfic A Lot. Reading The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner by James Hogg for essay (its really good)

current obsession: Disco Elysium (wow who couldve guessed) So many wips that I cant work on till the sem ends! Truly delayed gratification!!

oof I'm too shy to tag people in this but if you've followed me from DracDaily or recently from DE Id love to see your response! Sometimes I recognise URLs in the notes and go 👀

#not limited to just mutuals btw #tag game

[lhubalu]

11 : 37 pm ~

Hyunjin short drabble ~

fluff, idol and reader relationship, unknown love ~

fem!reader x hyunjin ~

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your friend Hyunjin has always been your closest companion. He always acted shy and weird when you were around, he looked at you differently, he spoke to you differently, and he acted differently around you. You love him alot but never knew if he thought the same.

∬ ﹒ 🌑 ﹐ ° ✦ This night is different than the others ~

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You watched from the art centres enormous window as you saw Hyunjin drive in the parking lot waiting to pick you up, the smile on his face showed how ecstatic he was to see you.

As you slowly tarnish into sleep, you can not help but think why this night has been so different, Hyunjin had the mood and giggles of a 5 year old that day. He seemed so quick to do anything for you.

"y/n dont fall asleep !" he wept with the sweetest most desperate whine ever, he pouted with the most rosy plump lips he has owned. "Oh jeez Hyunnie, im tired, its been a long day, i had to go to work then go to an art exhibit that i got invited to that lasted 6 hours !" you cried.

His eyes widened at the saying, he froze, he stared at the road and kept driving, he didnt look back at you. You scrunched your face at his hilarious but adorable act, he was so bubbly and random, Hyunjin..

He sat still, not budging a bit. 'HYUNNIE?! HYUNNIE?! DID SHE JUST CALL ME HYUNNIE?!' that went through his head throughout the whole trip back to your apartment, you glanced at him and almost burst with laughter, he acted so foolish and adorable.

The drive was calming, it wasnt that long of a drive, you could feel Hyunjin's happiness and excitement, but he didnt display it. Doesnt mean you cant feel it !

Your snooze was suddenly disturbed by the sound of Hyunjin's car slowing down on the drive away. Your senses were up and going, you jumped a little, sad that you lost your sleep and didnt get to sleep anymore, you pouted at the moment. You stared at the building with a frown, feeling absolutely exhausted.

You stepped out the car and Hyunjin followed behind, you could hear his tiny footsteps stepping on the front porch of the building, you played cool though, 'ill play him, i love him so much, how cant i?' you thought mischievously as you smirked.

You reached the building that had a sliding door, you turned back to look at Hyunjin. "Thank you so much for today, so little time but, a really enjoyable time Hyunnie" you exclaimed joyfully. You could see Hyunjin couldnt make eye contact and was fidgeting with everything he could find, holding the back of his neck, he was nervous.

"Y-yeah of c-course anytime y-y/n" he stuttered as his cheeks flushed red so hard that soon it was the only thing noticeable about his face.

You glanced at his plump lips. Mesmerized, you wanted to make the move. You slowly tipped up to his face and held onto his shoulders, you pecked him so softly and passionately.

His eyes widened once again, this time he smiled, letting out a cute tiny scream, he suddenly hugged you and pecked you onto your lips this time. The moment was full of cute situations and obvious love between you two. You smiled at Hyunjin and hugged eachother. "I love you, babe" he whispered, "I love you more Hyunnie" you said over his ear.

This story was soo fun to make, i will continue to make small stories and drabbles like this, i just feel like this is my type of writing, obviously not everyone or me has alot of time to write series and stuff, but im sure alot of people write series, im just a drabble writer <3. I am now obsessed !

[corpsoir]

i’m curious, what made you go into archaeology? and what was that process like? it’s fascinating to me and i’d love to know more about what exactly you do in the field!

YAYAYAY so i think i've always loved archaeology, ever since i learned what it was as a kid! but i studied arts in high school, since i thought i wanted to be a full time illustrator, and a couple of the courses were about cultural history and stuff so my interest in old things and how we take care of our human heritage deepened in my teens. i studied comics for a year after high school but then i wanted to do something broader with more focus on history, cultural heritage and archaeology, because i had a dream about working at a museum, and i still kinda do. so i found a program that offered these kinds of courses! archaeology is seriously super fun and so useful even in our modern society, we have a lot to learn from the past and from how people historically have used the local landscapes!

in sweden most archaeology isn't for research or whatever, most of our archaeology happens because we have laws that require archaeological intervention every time there is something that needs to be built, whether its a road or a new house or a train station or whatever. to us in the field its amazing that we have these laws but the people who just want to build their dumb road probably hate archaeologists lol.

and i will say, swedish archaeology is kinda special in the sense that our laws also require that we involve the people and the public in our work. excavations are open to the public (as long as its safe and possible, you cant have 100 people standing by the highway just to watch you dig up 5 pieces of ceramics and an arrowhead) and the reports are all published so that anyone can read them if they want. during our student excavations we always have a lot of visitors and part of the job of an archaeologist is to explain to the public what we do, why we do it, and answer any questions people might have. sometimes the excavations are also inviting people to try out digging and sifting through soil! i got to show a bunch of small kids how to sift through soil and they looked completely starstruck, it was so much fun!! it felt really special getting to show them real archaeology, even if it was kind of boring and they only got to see a couple of bone fragments from like a sheep or a pig

can you tell i love what i do? BSKDJDKFBF <333

#i can talk all day about archaeology omg #ask

[onmymasa22]

I feel like right now, i just have to let go. This happens in the worst times. Why is it that when times are the worst, i feel the best. I feel like the stress to preform is taken off and everyone accepts me as i am. Its a release. Its shichrur. I just go with it. I want to do fun things. I let it all go, i be direct, i dont waste my time. I have boundaries. Im just not the same person. Im not who i used to be.

I see people who have life figured out. They have jobs and see their friends and look happy. They have successfully adulted. I feel like that thats where i fail. I have not successfully adulted. I dont have a job yet because im trying to catch up on school. Im getting a degree in art which doesnt really point to a job. Its not like being a nurse or social worker. Sometimes i wish i did that instead so msybe my life would make sense. I feel like i dont know where the end of the road will get me. I get my grades from idiots in a school where the teachers are stupid. I have put myself through a stupid situation from my choice. And i look at people who are nurses and married and happy and i think, where the hell did i go wrong. Where was the lesson on pick something that will be normal. Why couldnt i have a normal life. I just compair my life to othets when people look at my life and are shocked. Like how did u do that. I just want a job. A job gives you a life. It lets me breathe. It gives me money to support myself. I want to just be. To love my life and enjoy everything as it is. To make money so i can eat well. I want to just enjoy everything.

I hope u choke in your sleep you fucking idiot.

תקשיב לסיטואציה. חברה אחת בדירה שלי אמרה שהיא תמצא לי חתן טוב? שאני אגיד לה מתי והיא תסדר לי דייטים. אז מה קרה- היא אומרת לי שיש מישו מזה נשמה, לא יודעת איך קוראים לו, אבל אני אצא איתו מחר. בסוגריים היא לא אמרה לו שהיא לא מעוניינת. אז היא אומרת לי לשמור אותו בפלאפון אז הוא שמור אצלי כ"מישו" והיא דוחפת לי את הפלאפון להיות כמו המזכירה שלה להגיד שהיא לא רוצה אותו. אז אני אומרת לו והוא מזה לא מבין מה קורה כאן. זה 00:30 בלילה, כן? אז היא אומרת לי אחרי שיחה שאני לא כלכך יודעת מה להגיד לו שקורה עכשיו לשלוח לו הודאה. היא לוקחת לי תפלאפון ואומרת

Today is day 100 and some are dancing. Some are mourning. Some dont know what to do with themselves and are trying to just keep breathing. I think i fall into that third group. Its this feeling of trying to be ok in a new normal. The mix of the war, the weather, the aclimation to differences. This year, i lost friends. I'm just trying to breathe. Can an entire nation be depressed. To be alive during a time where israel is being sued for genocide and germany is on israels side is wacky. I guess, if you feel depressed, and you're waiting for the warm sun, for the feeling of vacation and summer, for no more war, for beach days, for sandals and icecream and evening breeze and sunsets. Im with you.

פעם הראשון בחיי שמישי באה עלי באמצע שיחה עם חברה, ואני לא מפחדת מזה, אני לא

I need to really listen to myself enough doing wjsy other people want. I want to d what i want

Hashem please heal me. Please make me feel better. Please make my headstop hurting. I want to just be ok.

Would you marry yourself? Yes. I appreciate myself. You need to show.

I dont want to go every week, out of my way to see ppl who dont go out of their way to see me. I cant kill myself for u. Im stopping to kill myself for other people. Ur not worth me killing myself for. No one except my famiky will kill themselves for me. I dont want to feel bad for not coming. They make me feel bad for not coming, fir not calling enough, for not any of that. I really regret heing in that picture. It was so bad. Like so bad. But i loved netanel. It was just really bad. I know what that feels like. Sometimes if i dont end up taking it ill have trouble getting out of bed and doing anything. And if u have a super high work ethic with that, its two opposites and i just hated myself. So id tell myself, ok, this is just the lack of ur concerta or ritalin, just breathe, and take it tomorrow and hopefully tomorrow will be better. Or if u want to take a break from it, u say tomorrow will be better because your body needs to get used to being off it.

Sometimes being off your meds for a day can be really hard. Either you forget, or you need to get more, or you are going on a break from it because of the side effects. Its overwhelming to be on meds. Because off it, you are unpredictable ranging from will you be an adult that day to will you get out of bed. And then on it, you arent hungry, headaches in the evening, you might feel like bugs are on you, constipation. Its not a perfect situation either. Its a scenerio u get to choose, sure. It bdcomes more predictable, it eases you feeling overwhelmed, allows u to organize your brain. But i have cried from the thought that eating enough will always be difficult- not from any disorder, just with the nedication- not hungry at all- zero appetite, without medication- cant get myself to food shop, cook, eat, clean up- its alot. Its probably the hardest thing in my day to day. Just making food for myself. And people have called me anerexic or having an eating disorder. And its really not. Its nust hard, and i never have a constantly big appetite. When im busy, im never hungry. I can go until i feel i have zero energy left in my body and then

The nova party really affected me. Im condtantly seeing pictures of people i knew or people who my friends knew. When the war started, i kept saying that i feel like we need a short leash. Everyone needs a really short leash. We need to really hone into whats really important and let go of everything else. I feel like the energy of the people at the nova party went into me a bit.

You had goals

You had things that you wanted before your life turned upside down.

You loved coffee in the morning, talking to friends, going to the beach, eating pizza. You loved slow friday mornings and breathing in the sun. You loved music and color. You loved laughing so hard you cry joking with friends in the middle of the night. I want to just do things that i enjoy.

I'm with people where no one knows where they are going. This isnt medical school. We're all just here for the ride and we're enjoying being with each other for it.

Its the first time someone came to me, interrupted a conversation with a friend to tell me how what i did wasn't ok, and i took it, but knew as it was happening that it wasn't about me. I couldve dont it differently, and i definitely would have had i known that it bothered her. With the same information, had i done everything differently- no, not at all. If i wouldve known it bothered her, would i have done it? No.

I feel like now alot of people r just somebody's that i used to know.

כשהמרצה מראה אמנות של

Nguyen Dinh Dang

ומספרת על אמנות אסית ולא יודעת בדיוק מאיפה במזרח ואני אם חצי שם חצי לא כאני חולה אומרת בלי לחשוב פעמיים "זה ואטנאם" וכולם מסתכלים עלי בהלם. והמרצה שואלת איך אני יודעת ואני אומרת שכתבתי את עבודת הפרוסמינריונית שלי באמנות ויאטנמית והשם הזה מוכר לי.

[miamoo27]

Alochol ruins people

Lets me tell you something. Theres a really hurt, traumatized, kind person under every alocholic. Trauma is the only gateway to drugs. Its true. Something led you to something dangerous for relief from something dangerous in your life. Something that shows itself as a threat to you. Like when your around that person or situation your body is sore.

When I thinka bout breaking up my parents fights as a kid it makes me sad. I would never want to see a kid that sad like I was or have to do that. Working with kids sometimes makes me realize how much parents shape their kids. I cant believe my brother and I would have to break up fist fights at 14 years old. My brother is tough, I am strong. He keeps blinders on I dont let the wind break me. My mother is wild but courgeous. My father is avoidant but selfless.My dad was there when there was a medical emergency. But mental forget about it. My dad ignored every cry for help I ever gave and he did that to all his kids. I would tell him the pain I feel and he would say his father did the same but he is ok so I will be.

One day my mom and I were fighting a lot. Probably about her dirnking or something dumb but she called my dad when he was not living here to pick me up. He did he came for me. He took me to the temlpe a mile down the main road. He parked his jeep and we sat in the car while he told me about my papau (his father). How he hated him for a while, that he was abusive, ignorant, angry and mean. He told me how he got through it though. I knew what he meant and It meant a lot for someone who never opened up. It triggered my dad my mom was an angry drunk. She was so sad that she was angry to a point of everything made her mad. My father mostly and me, Sam not so much only if he didnt talk to her. She loved him, my mom let him get away with everything in high school. Which led to him loving the bottle maybe more or as much as my mom.

I was stoned most of the time my brother was drunk. I hated his parties. His friends were the "popular" older kids. I didnt like them that much. They always made me nervous. Never spoke to me and looked at me as "Sams little sister." I knew they thought I was a whore for rumors about Andrys and I. I didnt care. I did care because I actually sadly want other people to like me.

Usually during my brother house parties where I could not freely just smoke with my friends in my room and paint I would go to Maxs or Yasmines. Max being my ex boyfriend I sometimes fucked around with. I would have to dispear from the house I would not stand it.

One night I came home from Maxs and I look down stairs and my old best friend Chandler was downstairs with my brother. In my head I thought what I little fucking whore. But I smiled and Wanted to give the middle finger to her little posey of friends. Ugh I hated everyone at my school, they made me feel awkard. I didnt like lululemon leggings, they all wore them though and I would force myself to fit in for some reason. All. the guys liked them. I thought I was pretty but not perfect. I didnt have clear skin, nice teeth and amazingly straight soft silky hair. I knew I wouldnt be them. They didnt fuck though. Opps. They didnt have my spunk, ew. I cant believe I am writing this as a 23 year old but I know I was thinking this at 16.

I was jealous of them. I hate to admit it but I hated how they were admired. I focused on smoking, my art and my friends but also the new guys I can fuck. I looked for validation in the wrong places and the wrong people. I had no role model. My aunt maybe was but my mom could careless if I was ok she was the one that made me feel so much pain. I hated how attatched I was to her. I always wanted her to be happy when her focus was on other things. So I did the same.

This led to mother calling me a WHORE THAT LETS ANYONE INTO HER TWAT. holy shit I can not believe she actually said that to me. Looking back her drunkness is funny to me now. LIke I was raised bya n alocholic and I am ok. Wow, people are resilent. She was still able to feed my brother and I and opperate on like a handle of vodka a day. That bitch wild but we love her because honestly she did the best she could. She was so traumatized by her fucked up child hood tand then her marriage falling apart she got driven to the bottle. She always used to say

"first the man takes the bottle then the bottle takes the man"

[dialnoisenow]

If I want to bake bread before football day, I have to get out of bed earlier than 1030. And then move faster. This could be in the oven now.

This morning I dreamt our goat was sick. It occured to dream me, I havent been feeding it! This poor goat, no wonder its dying. So I asked dream husband and he said he was feeding it. Then dream me got it in her head to take it for a walk during a blizzard. Goat got out as goats do. So I went to my friend's house because logically she would know what to do, she irl had goats. Shes not home. No one is. House is shrouded in shadow, it's cold, and dark in the way light pollution reflects from the clouds. I opened the glass gate to their house and all their baby goats and ducklings ran out. Now I gotta get everyone back in and they all ran which way and me with no experience is trying to corral them like cats going "pspsps" in a snow storm. I must have gotten the lot, except for one and my goat which happened to have ducked under some storage near the garage. Jokes on me, it's not storage it's an oddly bright tunnel that looks like a green house and covered in spider webs. "Better not" dream me decides and when I turned around now I'm at an entirely different location, as dreams go, in a decrepit alley way about to go into an apartment of a house I've never been but dream me has. You know, dream houses, places never visited irl that you come back to dreams and theres that deja vu/familiarity. Anyway, I'm trying to get inside and I'm stuck in the foyer and I also have to greet all these people and they're all randos that I know. I'm ignored by like half of them and then my cousin and his wife show up. They're dressed in really 90s clothing. Like those vibrant blues, pinks, and purples that made up school picture backgrounds with that weird textured denim and the patterns on those paper coffee cups-yea. The line stops and it's just us awkwardly standing there and it reminds me of my wedding when I had to greet/thank people for coming and the procession down the stairs to the bar got clogged up so I had to make conversation with a friend of the family's son-Anyway, cousin and wife are here now and dream me picks now to congratulate them on the birth of their son and they say "ok" after a long pause of staring me down and then the procession picks up and they move on. "Oh, I get it," I say lucidly to whoever is next to me, Lorraine, I think. "These are all people I think are mad at me. Great." Well now is the time to leave, so I go outside onto the sidewalk and a whole bunch of art pieces are displayed all over the ground on blankets the way people sell things on the sidewalks. My dream aunt, who is not one of my aunts but like a combo of all of them, starts an open critique on a charcoal piece. It's a still life of a lot of pots in candle light on the sidewalk and there are words written in chalk that I cant make out. She tells me it started off strong but my usage of the lighting doesnt make sense with the direction of the shadows.

Mind you, before all of this there was another dream where I was in my basement. Our basement has old glass paned windows that dont have curtains on them. If you dont turn the light on, you can still see everything fine and can navigate ok in the dark due to the light from the windows and in this case from the stark contrast of a moonless night in winter. The blanket of white provides enough to see. Or it did, until a figure stepped out in my basement and started walking towards me and completely shrouded, blocked out everything.

So, I skipped new moon last night cause I was just so tired. Feeling pretty guilty about that but also, this is kind of why Inception as a story about dreams didnt really work for me. Yeah, it was good but my dreams are too batshit crazy to accept you're just moving the roads around in ways roads dont go. Granted, I think about Inception everytime I have a weird dream so point you, Christopher Nolan.

#dreams #Hekate #and my bullshit

[kubrik-was-a-c-nt]

Back to back movie night, since I dont have a job right now and youtube is getting stale.

Today is Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2022. I have low expectations, especially since Choptop isnt in this.

I actually stopped and replayed the beginning on a lower speed to get a look at the crime scene photos. The autopsy photos dont make sense it they're just of the original 4 from the first movie. Theres one autopsy form that showed a stab wound to the face and nobody got stabbed from what I remember. It was either Chainsaw, mallet, or meat hook. It might be from a body they found on the property, though.

No, you dont saw shit like that when the guy is clearly within earshot! You quietly wait until you're in the car on the road and then you talk shit. You dont talk shit about a guy with a gun to his face! Especially in Texas.

Oh geeze, I feel like this movie is going to have a social message about yuppies and gentrification and gun violence that's going to have all the subtlety of a giant man wearing a human skin mask. I dont like city folk vs country folk conflict, it's just dumb.

So these assholes bought a whole ghost town and are trying to turn it into some hip artsy food truck paradise? I'm on the cops side, get the fuck out.

I cant stand the sight of the Dixie flag anymore. It's been 150 years, you lost the war, get over it. If the flag itself has meaning, put it in a frame in your house.

Holy shit that went to hell in and handbasket real quick. And Leatherface just walks outside like it's no issue? It's so weird to see maskless Leatherface around normal people and have the people not be screaming in terror.

Just because your mother figure died doesnt mean the police have to die too! I mean ACAB but these guys were doing what they are actually paid to do. It's not their fault she was on deaths door.

It's weird to go from Halloween Kills to this where both villains are so fucking strong they can just fuck someone up with one hand. Now these cops are very unrealistic, he was being assaulted and he didnt IMMEDIATELY put a bullet in the attackers head? Far too tame to be a real cop.

Oh shit and now you just killed that blond lady for no reason too.

Jesus, look at all these yuppies buying up this ghost town to turn it into yuppie paradise. It's not going to be sustainable if people need to drive hours to buy your food truck food. Do you really expect rich people to drive all the way to your dead town to buy some art and food made in a truck?

Oh wow, this is actually a nice scene. Lilah actually talking to Richter instead of talking shit. Being nice. Richter showing sympathy for her experience and understanding for why shes afraid of guns.

Wow, that's the smartest thing anyone in any of these movies has done. Something weird happen when you arrive? Gtfo.

Okay, I guess Lilah is still pretty young, around 18, but I feel like her sister is being super protective. Like, super duper protective. As far as I've seen theres no reason why Lilah has to live with her.

Oh thank god the blonde lady lived... and now shes watching Leatherface take the old lady's face. Yes, yes, stay quiet, play dead. Play dead, be quiet, dont move until hes gone.

HE ISNT GONE YET. IF HE THINKS YOURE DEAD THEN HE'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE. WAIT AT LEAST A FEW MORE-

See? He wasnt gone. And now you're dead. And he might take your face.

Richter... okay I cant be too mad at him, these asshole yuppies just pull up and call the police on this sick old lady and she dies on the way to the hospital. It's a dick move to take their keys but at least hes doing it for a decent reason. I wouldnt want them to leave either if a local I knew suddenly died after they kicked her out of her house. They should have waited for social workers or someone more gentle than the police to coax her out of the building peacefully.

Sadly I had it spoiled for me that Sally Hardesty plays a role in this movie. I'm really nervous how they play it out.

I highly doubt this lady managed to pay off her debts since she lived in a decrepit orphanage and was super sick. But it would be completely fucked if she had paid them.

Oh shit she did have the deed.

Okay, the police should have taken the time to listen to her ownership claims and let her get the deed. I would have had it on hand if I was told before that I was being kicked out and I only just recently fixed it, but I cant give a sick old lady a break.

Oh wow, I didnt even pick up chekhov's giant knife. And that's a great shot with the swinging door.

Wow, someone who actually tries to run and hide effectively. And doesn't get caught!

Awww, I'm sorry Leatherface. Since grandpa and Drayton are probably long gone it must he hard to lose the last person you had.

Wow, Dante still has some life in him! Hes much sturdier than the people in Halloween Kills. I guess the filmmakers understand that bleeding out can take time depending on the wound

And Richter still showing to be the most sane character, by trying to help Dante and warning the yuppies to stay safe on the bus. They might be assholes but they dont deserve to die.

Omg the mirror! Warning him with the mirror! Brilliant! I mean it didnt save him but he managed to put up a good fight. And hes returning the keys so she can escape!

Richter #1 character in this movie. RIP.

Oh hey, did Nubbins give you some lessons on making dead body art, Leatherface?

You should have told the truth, yuppie lady. I mean, she may still have gone after her sister but at least she would know what shes up against.

Oh wow, I would recommend taking her shoes off to make less sound, but Melody is doing well- aw, she almost got away there. Oh shes still going! Wow, it's so suspenseful when a character is doing everything right and they're still close to death.

The chainsaw through the floor reminds me of an upside down shark fin. And ewww, out of all the pipes he had to cut, it had to be a septic one.

It's a yuppie buffet!

Yeah, 'try it and you're canceled bro' is a death worthy line. You think a man wearing a skin mask and holding a chainsaw covered in blood cares?

Also, emergency exit, back of the bus. I would think everyone would think of that. Or try and climb the chairs past him while hes busy mulching someone else. And I mean run to the door, not to the window! The door is open! Step over the drivers head and run!

Holy shit, Melody, quick thinking with the corkscrew! You might be a bitch yuppie but at least you have some sense.

Sally... Sally... dont do this to them. You remember what I was like to be them. Let them run and wait for Leatherface to come out.

SHOOT

SHOOT HIM

SHOOT HIM!!!

Melody is smarter than you and you survived 3 vs 1 against the Sawyers

You see sense now, Sally. Hopefully they drive off and survive this mess.

You should have had more guns, or a gun that could hold more bullets. Oh, hes blocking her from cocking it, that's why she cant shoot it

No, dont pull out the pole, that will make her bleed out. Or maybe remove it to she has a quick death.

At least she apologized.

I think this is the smartest Leatherface we've seen. I dont think hes ever set a trap like this before.

Oh hey, child jason jumpscare.

MELODY WITH THAT WEAPON STEAL

GO MELODY GO

I would tell then to double tap, but they're out of bullets and they shouldnt get in that water. At least they stayed to make sure that he didnt get back up.

Oh no, I don't like the shot of the sunroof opening. Leatherface is gonna-

GRAB MELODY THROUGH THE PASSENGER DOOR AND CUT HER HEAD CLEAN OFF

You know, fuck autopilot, you should have floored it and gotten out of there quick.

Oh hey, the Sawyer family farm! Nice to see you.

#the texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre 2022 #leatherface

[srirachaz]

Ok, while I see where you're coming from, and you make a ton of good points... I don't think KQ Entertainment has stopped low enough to do NFTs? (That being said, if you have evidence that they do, I am prepared to eat my words for lunch.)

But yeah, the other points you make still stand. Sure, on one hand, perhaps it's sort of a thing where you can only get your message so far in the music industry if you're not a big company. (Plus a whole 'you can still criticise a society even if you're part of it' thing.) But on the other hand, it does feel kinda... I don't know the word, but kinda ironic? To know that the revenue from the literal 'Guerrilla' album is going to a growing company.

Anywho, on an unrelated note: I may or may not have downloaded Cyberpunk off YouTube using one of those mp3 converters (sees the anti-piracy cops show up) ok bye (runs)

to buy the album you also had to buy nfts (so they might not be kq’s nfts specifically but they were made by kq)

not super jazzed about that, but i don’t usually buy albums for any group so it doesn’t affect me all that much, but i feel bad for other atiny

anyways, not that i can publicly support music piracy (especially because it’s hard enough for many artists to make money anyway) but i feel like it falls in theme with the concept (and the fact that their general concept is pirates!) so congrats on truly being a pirate atiny.

https://mobile.twitter.com/imlovecu/status/1547190629377212416

imlovecu on twitter:

"Those who purchased the ATEEZ [THE WORLD EP.1 : MOVEMENT] album from KQ SHOP & Bit Road (NFT) will be invited to the showcase by lottery."

you cant run a concept about defeating a corrupt system that devalues art and destroys the environment while promoting exactly that

#ateez guerilla #guerilla #ateez #atiny #kpop

[starswallowingsea]

what is your favorite ocean (or sea) in the world?

I've *only* seen the Pacific Ocean irl but I love going to Lake Michigan (not technically either but tbh the great lakes are big enough to count imo) and like just chilling at the lighthouses

#my senior picture is literally me in front of a lighthouse dodbsksjsjs #theres one spot with a red lighthouse out on a dock #that i like going to and sitting on the rocks around it #though i think technically u arent supposed to sisbsksjsj #theres some pics of me on the rocks too theyre some of my faves before i got my hair cut #but they make my feet look so big 😭😭😭😭 #message in a bottle #anonymous #also i only saw the pacific ocean when i went to lima #and we got to hang out in this cliffside mall #that was quite literally IN the cliff side #you cant see it from the road and there was an art show going on #so we didnt really know where it was til we walked over there fkdbsksjsksk #would love to visit other oceans and coasts and lighthouses but #the ones in michigan will always hold a special place in my heart

[matan4il]

I have debated how to say this or even write it but I'm just giving in to try. Based on Max's interview and your recent anon on expectations I wanted to add my opinion no one asked for lol. But here's my thing as a long time viewer and pretty successful predictor.

I take all my clues from Oliver, he has in the past validated and acknowledged and even said he wouldn't promote if he thought it was baiting. He's very sensative to the fandom and the fact he is now leads me to believe that Buddie will be canon by the end of 5 or at least we will have a huge clue that yes its coming. Lets be real here Eddie clearly has PTSD and I don't think thats something we run over to start a relationship. But again, I think we will see it as heavily hinted if they arent already canon.

Now on to my worst case scenario. If the show really cant figure out how to write Buddie or isnt committing to it. I 100% believe that they are done with female LIs for both men. I imagine them actually being roommates for many reasons, either worried about Chris or heck saving money on rent. Have you seen LA prices. And its a cop out but I think for the remainder of the series we will have an ambiguous "platonic " family unit upgraded from S2 and S3. I get why people would be disappointed but I'm really at the point of leave women out of this and let me feel in the blanks if I have too. Give me their family time.

But again... take your clues from Oliver. He wouldn't tease if he didn't think that was the road we were headed.

Hi Nonnie! Thank you for the ask and big hugs!

Oooh, I won't lie, I was wondering whether I would get an ask about Max's interview. And yes, you're always welcome to throw your opinions at me! ;)

I have to admit I'm a bit torn. On the one hand, I do think it matters that Oli and Ryan indicated they're down with Buddie happening. And the change that Oli went through, from refusing to like Buddie stuff since it might be misleading, to liking Buddie edits and art again? It did give me hope he might know the direction these two are on and that it's the one we're all hoping for. On the other, he's also indicated recently he hasn't yet read the script for this season's finale. So... IDK. He might not know as much as we think he does. There might be something else influencing his decision to like Buddie stuff again. Maybe he just missed them, or he decided supporting the artists matters more? I really don't know. At the same time, he might also know the general direction for Buddie without knowing the specifics, like the 518 script, making my whole point moot. XD

If Buddie won't go canon, I can't see them both remaining single. Because 911 would probably want to re-affirm that they're straight by pairing them with female LI's, and also 'coz out of the main cast, they don't have that many single characters, and they can't let the only two be the single pink elephant in the room... However, they may let them be single and still more wrapped up in each other than in anyone else and raising Chris together for the show finale... But I agree with you, that if I can't have canon Buddie, I would take 'filling in the blanks.' If it helps, I think no matter what, the show will always dedicate some of its time to the Buddifer family unit. 911 has made it abundantly clear that romantic or platonic, that little family unit is precious to both the fans and the show.

As for the interview, I have to say that it doesn't scare me into "Buddie is def not going canon." At least not yet. Kristen didn't say Buddie is def not happening. She could have, but she didn't. In fact, she indicated the romantic possibility exists and nothing was ruled out. More than that, she could have implied reading Buddie as romantic is crazy, but instead she admitted it's a valid reading. Even when she claimed it's not how she wrote them, she didn't de-legitimize this option. Also, when stressing that Buddie are just good friends, she added it's where they're at right now. Which... canonically, that's accurate. Doesn't mean they always will be, and her phrasing clearly left the door open for them to be something more at some other point. Plus... these show runners said there was no need for a Buck Begins, then did one, and then said there was no need for Eddie to break down, and we know how that's going... I really am not yet panicking over this interview.

Lastly, Kristen saying she drew the guardianship bit from her mother's rl decision... except, I'm sure her mother was Very Normal about it, as in, she was probably being a responsible parent, taking possible scenarios into account, then sat her bestie down for a talk, explained that because she doesn't want her daughter to be raised by her parents she's asking her BFF to be the legal guardian and gave this woman as much time as she needed to decide on what to say. But is that what Kristen wrote for Buddie? No. Because she too knows there is nothing Very Normal about them. She wrote Eddie making the decision based on a real life-threatening event, with emotions running high, making his decision an emotional rather than a logical one, Buck saying he wished he could have died instead of Eddie (!!!) and then, THEN Eddie, in Very Not Normal fashion, makes the emotionally impactful decision to let Buck know he's been Chris' legal guardian for basically a year, not asking him about it before making the will change because they both knew Buck would not say no (and them verbally confirming this to each other). That makes it less about Eddie's reasonable decision and more about making sure that Buck was emotionally ok, as I've detailed here. But wait, that's not all! We know Eddie's parents suck and why they shouldn't raise Chris, but there's also Eddie's Tia Pepa, or his sisters... he dismisses them all, and more than that, he doesn't even bring them up as the reason he's made Buck Chris' guardian. He's not turning to his best friend 'coz his family sucks. By not going "X can't have Chris 'coz... so I need you to step in," it makes it clear Buck isn't Eddie's default. He's HIS CHOICE.

IDK, Kristen, is this really how you think things went down between your mom and her bestie when that agreement was reached? Yeah, me neither. There is Nothing Remotely Normal about this.

(Sorry for the length, thank you for the ask and please have a look at my ask tag if you're looking for another ask reply. xoxox)

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buck buckley #evan buckley #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #christopher diaz #ask #anon ask #911 spoilers #911 speculation #kristen reidel #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

[all-hail-the-witcher]

leaves

this started as a hc but turned into a long thing about geralt being a huge softie.  enjoy.

___

jaskier collects leaves that he thinks are pretty during the fall and presses them in his song writing notebook so he can look at them during the winter when all the leaves are gone. and, he'd never admit this to anyone, but he knows exactly where each leaf came from, and what he and geralt were doing when he found them, so they help him stay close to geralt in the cold months when he's away at kaer morhen.

geralt doesnt understand the fascination cause “they're just leaves jaskier” and gets kinda grumpy when jaskier walks extra slow during the fall to admire and inspect the leaves. but he secretly enjoys the way that jaskiers face lights up in front of their camp fire at night as he shows geralt each leaf he collected that day and tucks them safely into the pages of his notebook. 

jaskier used to show them to roach to inspect but after she ate a particularly beautiful one on accident he does not allow her anywhere near his precious leaves.

one year jaskier and geralt part ways a little earlier than normal, geralt deciding to begin the trek to kaer morhen sooner than he normally would due to a lack of contracts so jaskier goes to oxenfurt earlier as well. the leaves are just beginning to change color as they part ways. 

a few nights into the journey geralt is making camp for himself and roach when he sees a bright red leaf sitting on the forest floor, exactly the kind of leaf that jaskier would pick up and admire and wax poetry about before tucking it into his notebook. but jaskier isn't there, and geralt feels a little pang. he glares at the leaf the entire time he's setting up camp. 

the camp fire has burned down to the embers by the time geralt is ready to lay out his bed roll, but he can still see the leaf at the corner of his vision. he sighs and gets up, knowing that it will continue to bother him unless he does something about it. he picks up the leaf, brushes off the dirt far more lightly than he would ever care to admit, and goes to tuck it in to his saddle bag in the roll of parchment he keeps on the off chance he has to write a letter. 

roach snorts at him. “shut up,” he mutters back. “its just a leaf.” roach nuzzles his arm. “no, i don't miss him. im just...bringing him a souvenir. we had to part early this year.” another snort. “yes, i know you know. but he didn't get to see the leaves this year. i don't want him to be disappointed.” roach headbuts him as if to say, you dumb witcher. geralt ignores this, but gives her some nice pats before retiring to his bedroll. 

in the next town geralt buys a random book. he doesnt know what it is, he bought the cheapest one he could find. but he's not going to read it, he just needs something to keep jaskiers leaf in so it doesnt crumble to bits before the spring. he swears roach laughs at him for that. 

throughout his trip up to kaer morhen, geralt finds himself progressively walking slower, taking time to admire the leaves as the bard had once done. 

he picks up the second leaf a week later after a battle with some drowners. he’s heading back into the town, having come across his first contract in weeks, holding the head and covered in river muck and guts when he sees a perfectly yellow leaf on the ground in front of him. he picks it up gingerly, trying his very best not to get guts on it (and he nearly succeeds). if the alderman thinks its weird, a witcher coming back with a drowner head in one hand and a yellow maple leaf in the other, he doesnt say anything. roach does tho, whinnying the second she sees it in geralts hand. he ignores her, and presses the maple leaf into the book a few pages after the brilliant red one. 

after that he adds to the collection more frequently. an reddish oak leaf he finds on the ground outside of a tavern, a brilliant orange leaf he finds at his campsite, a yellowish orange leaf the size of his face that he finds along the road and so on. roach makes fun of him every time he reaches for the book, but geralt ignores her. they're merely souvenirs for jaskier, nothing more. 

collecting leaves slows him down considerably, but he cant bring himself to care. he's even disappointed when the last of the leaves disappear and the first snow sets in. 

but that doesnt stop him from collecting things to add to his book. he gathers different small pine branches, holly leaves and other things that he knows jasper has never seen before because they grow too far north. he becomes so caught up in his hunt for interesting plants that the snow is already falling thickly by the time he reaches kaer morhe, despite him leaving for the keep so early. eskel and lambert chide him for being late, but he ignores them, happy that he managed to fill most of the book with leaves for jaskier.

that whole winter the book remains in the bottom of geralts pack, wrapped carefully in his spare shirt. he thinks about it often, but doesnt dare bring it out for fear that one of his brothers will catch him and make fun of him for being a sap. he's not a sap, he just found some leaves for his friend. 

winter drags on far too long in geralts opinion and leaves as soon as the passes are clear, antsy to get back to his friend and give him the book. but on his way down he discovers yet another beautiful thing that jaskier would love: wildflowers. roach is slightly more appreciative of this because wildflowers are things that she is allowed to eat. geralt often feeds her them to see if she approves. if she spits it out or refuses to eat it, then it doesnt make it into the book.

in the space he has left in the book he fills it with wildflowers, sometimes going out of his way to collect them. there are buttercups, dandelions, little blue ones the color of jaskiers eyes, poppies, apple blossoms, daffodils, and even a few rose petals that he buys from a stall in a market. the book is brimming with nature now. he has to be careful not to lose any of his treasures. 

finally, he arrives at his and jaskiers meeting spot. he stables roach who gives him a headbut of encouragement and he grabs the book carefully wrapped in his shirt before he makes his way to the tavern, suddenly very nervous. 

jaskiers voice is already wafting out of the tavern as he draws closer, having beat geralt to the meeting spot for once, and geralt hesitantly steps inside, knowing jaskiers eyes will be on him the second he goes in. he’s overcome with thoughts, what if jaskier hates it? what if he thinks it's dumb? what if he laughs at him? 

he enters anyway, because he's a witcher for fucks sake and he can handle his friends scrutiny. immediately he sees jaskier, sitting in the corner, working a crowd. as always, jaskiers eyes snap to him the second he steps foot in the tavern and he winks. geralt gives him the smallest nod and heads to his table in the corner after ordering an ale. he tucks the book out of sight on the bench next to him. 

minutes later jaskier barrels over, eyes bright with the life of the crowd he had been entertaining. 

“geralt!” he exclaims. “finally. i thought you stood me up, you big oaf. i never make it here before you do, i thought you may have been eaten! although im not sure by what exactly, i don't know what species has a taste for witches, dragons maybe? well never mind, youre here now and you better have a good excuse for being so late, even im starting to get bored of this town and you know how i love towns...”

geralt smiles into his ale, he missed this, but he'd never admit it. his eyes flick over to the book sitting on the seat beside him, unsure whether or not he should give it to him. 

jaskier, being the observant fucker he is, notices. “geralt what do you have on the seat there? is it a monster head? you know what happened last time you tried to hide a monster head in a tavern, i thought the town would chase us out with pitchforks they were so angry! surely you wouldn't-”

“here.” geralt mutters, cutting him off, unwilling to listen to that horrible story. 

jaskier stares at the lump of black fabric on the table. “geralt, why are you giving me your shirt? its not really my style, i’m not one for black really, makes my skin look too pale.”

“open it.” he says into his ale. 

jaskier does, and stares at the book dumbfounded. “a history book? geralt you know that i am a master of the seven liberal arts, im a professor at oxenfurt! i have all these boring books in the library, i didn't need you to get me one, although it is very thoughtful of you to- oh”

geralt, tired of hearing jaskiers babbling, flips open the book, revealing the bits of nature he had spent their time apart collecting. jasper is silent, which geralt takes as a bad sign. maybe roach was right, maybe he didn't like it, maybe he'd wasted his time for nothing. 

“cause you....you didn't get to see...the leaves this year,” he mutters, looking into the tavern, unable to see the inevitable disappointment on jaskiers face. 

“oh, geralt,” jaskier whispers. “you collected all of these for me?”

geralt doesnt say anything, but his silence is enough. 

“this is why you were late. you were collecting these, for me.”

“its okay if you don't..like them” geralt bites out. 

“oh no no no no, geralt, they're wonderful.” 

geralt looks at jaskier and sees him touching the pine branch he took form the trees outside kaer morhen, tears brimming in his eyes. “you don't hate it?”

“no, love.” jaskier smiles softly. “i adore it. and i adore you. and id love it if you tell me about all of them, please.”

for the first time in years geralt feels something like a smile tugging at his lips and he picks up the pine branch from jaskiers hand, telling him how it came from the tree outside his window, the one that he looked at everyday as a kid growing up. the same tree that lambert once dared him to climb and he nearly did before being spotted by vesemir and scolded at. jasper laughs and sniffs the pine carefully before placing the branch back in the book. 

they pour over the book for hours at their table in the tavern. geralt cant remember the last time he's talked this much, much less about himself of all things, but jaskier is more than happy to listen. 

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Ive been real inspired by @chipper-smol 's au. I find myself snickering at Ghost/feral's antic mainly because I have young siblings and in my home there is never a dull moment. Child antics are literally my life rn and I cant help but relate.

So while on a nostalgic trip i was struck with this poorly written fic. And I hope you enjoy.

No edits because we die like men!

The time for rest had asserted its hold over Hallownest again as bugs wound down from the days toils. The servants and knights had quietly excused themselves to their personal quarters and the kingsmoulds that marched dutifully down each hall had slowed to a silent pace.

The white Lady had taken in the idea to walk the palace before retiring to her personal quarters for the evening. Dryya, her most respected and loyal guard, walked quietly behind her as she stiffled a yawn much to the white lady's amusement. She had dismissed her hours ago to rest but she stubbornly stuck to her and insisted on being around to protect her on her leisurely stroll.

" Your majesty, you need not worry for me. I will-" Dryya gaped stiffling another sign of encroaching sleepiness," -be with you until you retire to your bedroom."

She still felt fascination bubble under the surface as she observed her; a warm aura seeping off of her.

As a higher being they will never need these things like rest or daily meals. But they merely adopted the actions to blend more with the society around them. Just like her dear wyrm, Things like sleep were never on the forefront of their mind. They could spend decades awake and unbothered by the need. But they made resting a habit to demonstrate that one should rest after work.

Shuffling down the halls toward her favorite veranda befor she heard an unfamiliar scuffling. It was hurried but small. Most likely a small bug.

"Behind me your majesty." Dryya hissed pulling her nail from her side her alert instantly raised. As late as it was not many would be awake, much less in the halls working so fervently.

As they turned the corner they spotted two familiar horns working quickly with a brush and bottles of ink.

It was the feral vessel.

" You cheeky Sqwib! " she screamed shocking the little vessel. Their small hand dropping the brush they'd use to vandalize the walls. "You are at it again!" Dryya huffed indignant at the vessel as she marched over, sheathing her nail, and quickly bonking them between the horns.

" Do you know how you terrified the Queen?" She growled seizing their ink colored hands. " and to top that, you dare vandalize the white palace yet again!"

"Dear knight, there is no reason to be so harsh. " the white Lady softly appealed. "The walls can be cleaned and the ink replaced but the trust from a child cannot." She calmly lectured using a branch to pet the vessel.

"You are to lenient with them my lady." She huffed releasing them. Dryya was no fan of the feral vessel. Time and time again they'd watch and suffer their pranks. Many a time her nail was stolen only for it to be returned muddy or, miraculously, bent at the tip.

She was not the only one of the five knights to have their belongings weaseled from them and returned in less then favorable conditions.

"They are just being a child Dryya." WL cooed as she slowly squatted in front of them. "Soften your heart towards them. If only for me."

The knight reluctantly huffed again as she faced away. "Praise the Queen's endless patience, you little tyrant, you are saved for now. "

The white Lady smiled warmly as she looked the small vessel over. At this time they were meant to be tucked away in bed. The schedule their father made, though strict was optimize for their healthy growth. She suspected in full that the pure vessel had curled themselves into bed without a second thought, while their sibling ran through the halls causing their daily commotion.

In all honesty, she found their outbursts charming. Each trick, prank and shenanigan they pulled continuously showed her how lively they truly were. When they'd arrived from the abyss with their sibling, she lamented at their sight. Seeing them as nothing more than walking corpses until she heard of what would honestly sound like a farce. They'd barely stepped foot into the white palace before they entered a meeting between the dreamers, with no command or reason, and unleashed the most ungodly revolting smell. Shocking and disgusting the entire gathering forcing them to vacate the room entirely.

When her wyrm ranted about them that evening on how they indignantly, stomping their tiny grub feet and blantly ignoring him, forced them to clean the entire room alongside the retainers as punishment she could not help but laugh in an odd mix of relief and joy releasing a knot in her chest she did not know she held.

Looking again to the picture on the wall it was of clearly her dear wyrm. Her giggle chimming like bells as she observed it further. It was simple and childish as but it was an accurate representation of her wyrm. His elegant crown like horns now simple zigzags, their fangs drawn large and silly, with their tongue poked out in a not very gentlemen manner. (She suspects this is how they saw their father when they ranted at them.) It was crude, hurriedly painted, and was encompassed by tiny hand marks and had all the makings of a goofy Caricature and she wished she could save it.

"I see the throws of art beckoned you from your deep sleep small one." knowing full well they did it to mess with the king again. "maybe we should have Lurien tutor you to bring out your talents?" She questioned aloud watching the vessel furiously shake their head from the corner of their eye.

"Then what brings you from bed?"

The child twisted at their fingers looking down as they snuck peeks at her face.

They signed quickly keeping their ink covered hands slightly in sight. But It obvious it was something else. It was no news to her that they held many things back from them. And the curiosity of what it could be danced in the back of her mind, but she refused to force them anymore than they'd allow.

"You know you require rest in order to grow." She purred gently as she angled her small one's mask toward her.

Their mask tilted in a way that mimicked a pouty huff. Her heart swelling at how cute they were. She could not help but poke a small amount of fun.

"So you do not wish to grow anymore?" She questioned exaggeratedly tilting her head and placing a branch to her cheek.

They seemed to freeze at the and mull the thought around in their head. To her, this was the sweetest gesture. She'd remembered when the two vessels first molted and got their bearings. Though they thought no one was watching, she caught them do a small jig in celebration of their new body. Wiggling their newly formed fingers, touching their more angled faces and observing their budding wings.

" I'd say you'd want to." She whispered calmly retrieving her handkerchief to clean them.

"How can one so small hold such large secrets?" She hummed wiping the pink ink from them.

The vessel signed, a cheeky air to them as they flexed their arms nearly rupturing her heart from cuteness alone.

"Dryya please get someone to assist in cleaning up. " with a bow Dryya reluctantly left grumbling to herself.

"Now as much as I would love for you and to stay up and get into all kinds of mischief. I would say its time for bed. " She cooed admiring their clean face.

The vessel gestured again with more emphasis.

"I see." She hmmed making a show of thinking of what to do. In reality she had an idea of what to do. Somewhere deep in her memory was a song that. She could not remember the face that sang it to her but she remembers it working nearly every time. Ushering her to sleep. "Then would you care to accompany me on the veranda?" She asked pointing to the large glass door not far behind them.

Nodding they streched their arms up towards her. Obligating the gesture she swept them up in her branches as she walked slowly to the door.

she allowed small blooms to bloom on her creating a pleasant perfume before sitting on her stool already set up outside.

The vessel signed again gesturing at themselves.

Chuckling she squeezed them close to her. "Not essentially. You are of two pale beings and void." She murred quietly; her light warming them as they sunk into her lap. "You don't really need sleep. But its good because it helps you grow." She hummed wrapping her branches around them.

They gestured wildly again wiggling their fingers above their head causing her to erupted in laughter.

"Yes." She snickered "maybe if my wyrm slept and rested more they would grow as well I will be sure to suggest it to them later." Feeling the small ones shoulders shake in signs of laughter she hugged them.

" you remind me much of him in his younger years." She thought aloud as the vessel shook their head furiously. " well the both of you refuse to sleep on time so I imagine you two are similar in that sense." She mused as the small threw a small tantrum.

"Very well, shall I sing you something to assist you to sleep?" They nodded sinking back into her lap, placing their head on her chest.

As they sat, staring out into the lush garden and flickering lumaflies below she hummed a quiet tone shutting her eyes calling upon the memory.

Her branch rubbing small circles into their child's back as her voice trilled lyrics long thought lost to her:

Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby

Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay

And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow

Bless you with love for the road that you go

May you sail far to the far fields of fortune

With diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet

And may you need never to banish misfortune

May you find kindness in all that you meet

May there always be angels to watch over you

To guide you each step of the way

To guard you and keep you safe from all harm

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

May you bring love and may you bring happiness

Be loved in return to the end of your days

Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you

I'll just sit for a while and sing loo-li, lai-lay

May there always be angels to watch over you

To guide you each step of the way

To guard you and keep you safe from all harm

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-lay

Loo-li, lai-lay

Only the soft breathing and the feeling their body relax and their shoulders ease indicated they drifted off.

"Sweet dreams my small one."

Thanks so much for reading. In all honesty i have only played hollowknight for about a month and half and im already so invested in the fandom. (I'm still getting my butt handed to me by ogrim. Please dungy boi stop throwing sh!t at me long enough so i can hit you. You broke all my fragile charms alreday!-🥺😢) You guys are so creative and fluffy and have no problem hurting my tender sensibilities.

For those curious the song is called sleepsong by secret garden. I used to listen to it ages ago before bed.

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