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babyleostuff · 1 day

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. . . praising the pu for the “spell” MV

[ 🧚🏼 ] wen junhui

wants to run and hide. the way you practically melted while watching the MV, the way your eyes stayed glued to the screen, how you seemed to light up whenever he came on - IT’S JUST A MUSIC VIDEO WHY ARE YOU BEING LIKE THAT. jun knows he’s good at what he’s doing, he hears that from random people all of the time, but watching you, the person he cares the most about, freak out over something as simple as a MV… it truly makes him feel so appreciated. you don’t even have to say anything, jun knows exactly how proud of him you are just by looking at your face.

[ 🧚🏼 ] kwon soonyoung

one would think hoshi would get all cocky after hearing you fawn over him, the makeup, the outfits, EVERYTHING. but no. like, for some reason whenever people praise him for his work he gets this rush of confidence, because he knows he’s hot, and looks good, but when it’s your turn to praise him, soonyoung’s reaction is all but that. he gets low key shy, and doesn’t really know what to say or do, because did you really enjoy it that much? did he really look that good in that outfit? you’re not making fun of him, right? being praised by the person you love the most just hits different.

[ 🧚🏼 ] xu minghao

„yeah, i knew you’d love it.” man is cocky, and his ego skyrockets, as if you don’t freak out over the smallest things he does on a daily basis. and he loves that - he loves how your jaw is on the floor after watching the MV like it’s the biggest masterpiece known to mankind. how you’re not able to form a coherent sentence because all you can say is „what the fuck.” how you’re looking back and forth between your computer screen and him. but he’s also a certified softy, so when you go on a rant about how beautiful, and talented he is, hao just quietly sits there, and soaks up every word like a sponge.

[ 🧚🏼 ] lee chan

okay so - chan knew he looked fucking amazing, that the makeup was perfect, and outfits cunty, and he knew you’d go crazy over the MV, like you always did, but it didn’t change the fact that throughout the whole time that you were watching the video he was nervously looking at you to see your reaction. he wants to make you proud, and he wants to show you the best side of him, thus seeing your reaction really mattered to him. and yes, he anticipated the yells, and a bunch of incoherent words (chan always found it so endearing how excited you got over the MVs), but he didn’t anticipate how it’d make him feel. the way you looked at him, the way your face screamed “i’m so proud of you” - nothing could ever beat that.

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scientia-rex · 1 day

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wait I just saw you reference "saving people from Irish Spring soap", what's wrong with it?

Soaps (or any skin product) that are highly fragranced or, to a less extent, highly dyed, are far more likely to trigger or exacerbate skin allergies than products that are fragrance or dye free. Irish Spring has enough fragrance to kill a donkey at 1200 feet in addition to a good slug of dye. Don't use it. My father in law has used it for 40 years and he gets away with it, but if I get in the same shower as it's in I start sneezing, and if I use it I'll rash for days. I discussed this in a post I made about general hygiene advice that got weirdly big and resulted in a bunch of people screaming that I don't know anything about cleaning ears.

#the attending dr. kristophine

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pennylanefics · 2 days

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Juice Box - Seth Jarvis

a/n: i'm not entirely happy with this, but it's something 😅 i also based this off something my family does because i was thinking about it with my grandpa and everything :)

summary: at a family picnic, seth helps a young cousin of yours after she is injured on the playground

word count: ~1.6k

Laughter and conversations filled the park gazebos, sounds of children screaming and adults playing games and catching up. Every year, your family has a picnic, where extended family members on your mother’s side get together at a local park, your uncles grill hot dogs and hamburgers, people bring cornhole and soccer balls or footballs to play with.

It was still quite early in the summer, so it wasn’t too chilly, but also not scalding hot to the point where it was unbearable to be outside. Thankfully today, it was also partly cloudy, so the sun gets shielded by the clouds here and there, cooling the air for a few moments.

You had invited Seth, who was beyond excited to get to meet even more of your family, most of which would be for the first time, since you don’t see them often and they’re not really around much.

“You have the pasta salad and brownies?” You ask Seth as you step out of your car. The food was in the trunk, to prevent it from rolling around the back seat. You grabbed the two folding lawn chairs from the back seat while Seth grabbed the food and cooler.

“Yeah, got everything,” he says, coming around to smile at you as he held it all. “Ready.”

You led him over to the gazebo that was rented out for just your family, the smell of barbeque already filling the air.

As you walk up and start greeting everyone, Seth stands around awkwardly, not knowing where to put the food. Your cousin comes up and takes the dessert from him, as well as telling him where to put the bowl of pasta salad, along with all the other sides, like buffalo chicken dip and a bunch of different chips.

You walk back over to Seth after getting the chairs all set up and hug him, your arms around his torso, curling your head into his shoulder.

“I would introduce you to people, but I’m gonna be honest, I’m not sure I remember all of their names,” you mention, looking around at everyone. Seth laughs and rubs your back softly.

“When you don’t see people often, it does get hard to remember names. That’s how it is with my mom’s side of the family. We don’t get together as much as my dad’s side, so I couldn’t tell you half of the people I see during family events,” he explains, his eyes scanning over the group of people, all chatting and smiling with one another, noticing a few familiar faces of those that he has met.

“I can tell faces, like I remember them, but there’s so many names and titles, you know?” Seth presses a few kisses to your temple as your aunt comes over to say hi to the two of you.

As time goes by and Seth grows a bit more comfortable with so many new faces around him, some of them even recognizing him and becoming a little starstruck, things start to ease up for the both of you.

You get dragged over by your cousins to talk to a few people, cousins of all of your moms to be specific, and you can’t help but keep an eye on Seth, just in case.

“How long have you been together?” One of your mom’s cousins, Angela, asks you, nudging your arm and pointing in the direction of your boyfriend.

“Almost a year,” you smile, seeing his gaze trail over to you, your eyes meeting for a moment before he goes back to talking with your uncle. “He’s so wonderful, I can’t believe it’s almost been that long.”

“Oh wow. Do you have anything planned for your anniversary?” She continues, slightly prying but you knew she meant well and was genuinely interested.

“I’m not sure yet. We talked about going on like a week trip to the mountains in Colorado, but he has to make sure he doesn’t have any meetings. But he told me even if he does, he’ll skip it just to spend time with me.”

“Aw, that is so sweet! I can tell he really loves you. The way he looks at you is how my daughter’s husband looks at her. It’s very special, make sure to not let him go,” she winks playfully. Giggling softly, you nod and look back over, finding him laugh loudly, the familiar sound filling your ears even from so far away.

“I don’t plan on it,” you say, mainly to yourself. Insecurity rises in you but you try to push it down, the uncertainty of the future getting to your head.

You sigh loudly as she turns back to conversation with the others, Seth catching your eyes once more, and instantly, he can tell something is on your mind. He says something to your uncle and makes a bee-line right towards you.

“Hey, everything alright?” He wonders, his hands settling on your waist.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” you murmur, reaching up to move a strand of his hair away from his eyes. He blushes and a small grin displays on his face.

“You’re overthinking,” he whispers, pulling you to the side, where there wasn’t anyone around you.

“A little, but it’s nothing.” He nods, but still doesn’t let up.

“Can we talk about it when we get home?” He wonders. Seth knows you so well, he knows that whatever is on your mind, you need to speak about it otherwise it’ll gnaw at the inside of your brain and send you into a spiral.

You nod at his question and give him a sweet kiss. Just then, your uncle announces that the hot dogs and burgers are done, and everyone is more than welcome to start eating.

Seth helps you get your plate, holding it for you as you place a bun on it, finding the perfect, charred hot dog out of the bunch. You move on to getting some sides and then find your seat, Seth following not too far behind.

The rest of the afternoon goes smooth, everyone continues to catch up and share stories, talking about their lives since the last time everyone saw each other. Your younger cousins even dragged Seth to the playground for a little bit, claiming they wanted him to play with them on the equipment that was far too small for someone his age.

You are caught up in talking to your cousin and uncle when a sudden crying fills the air. Everyone looks around and their eyes land on Seth, who comes walking up the grassy incline, with your five-year-old cousin wailing beside him. Seth holds his hand up for people to stay put, not wanting to overwhelm the young girl.

“Here, why don’t you sit in my chair, alright? You want something to drink? Do you have water? You want a juice box?” He asks her, kneeling down so that he’s at the same level as her. She wipes her tears and nods at his question.

Seth looks up at you, slightly standing over him to make sure everything was okay. You nod, understanding his silent request, and find a cooler with some Capri Suns, grabbing a random flavor and handing it to Seth.

He carefully opens the straw and punctures it into the opening, handing it to her.

“Now, let’s assess this scrape, yeah?” He holds her shoe in his hand to get a look at the scrape that was fresh on her knee. He looks back up at you and stands up.

“You have a first aid kit in your car, right?” He asks.

“Yeah. You want me to go get it?”

“Please. It’s just a simple scrape, but it scared her.” You nod and rush off to your parked car to retrieve the small red box. The second you return, Seth opens it up and grabs an alcohol wipe and a band aid.

“Okay, this might hurt, why don’t you hold (Y/N)’s hand, okay?” Seth looks at the child with kind eyes, getting ready to wipe the scrape, knowing it’ll most likely burn, but he needed to clean it before. She nods and looks up at you. You hold your hand out for her to take and she does.

Seth gently presses the wipe against the scrape, your cousin whining and crying even more at the feeling.

“I know, Ophelia, but I have to clean it, alright? And…just like that, done!” He throws his hands up in the air. “The worst part is over, yeah? You did it! High five!” He raises one hand closer to her, and finally, she giggles at his playful tone, giving his hand a small smack.

“Now I just have to put the band aid on. And this is super easy!” He opens it up, handing you the trash, and when he’s done, he pulls a surprised expression on his face. “Just like that! You are all set and ready to go back and play!”

She giggles again and gives him a hug before running over to her mom, now in a much more calm mood than from when Seth brought her up, showing her mom the band aid and telling her what happened.

Seth throws the trash away in a nearby trash can and smiles sheepishly at you upon finding you staring him down.

“What?” He wonders, kissing your cheek.

“Nothing. I just think you’re so sweet,” you say, giving him a kiss on the cheek this time, his soft skin turning a pale pink.

“She’s a sweet kid. I tried to catch her before she tripped, but she was too far away. Her shoe got caught on a rock and she just went down.”

“She looks happy now,” you say, looking over at her jumping up and down. “You didn’t have to do that, you know?” Seth gives you a confused look.

“I didn’t have to, but I knew how to handle it,” he shrugs. “I don’t mind doing things like that. Gives her mom a break for a bit too.”

“I love you,” you whisper, curling into his side. He chuckles and throws his arms around you.

“And I love you.”

#seth jarvis #seth jarvis imagines #seth jarvis x reader #seth jarvis imagine #seth jarvis fanfic #carolina hurricanes #carolina hurricanes fanfic #hockey fanfic #nhl fanfic #nhl imagines #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

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mattdoesunity · 14 hours

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I have to agree with the previous anon- there is nothing for Lou to clarify. the internet is full of stupid, vindictive little kids who are primed to misinterpret and act in bad faith because it gets them cloud in certain online spaces and because they know that sensitivity around racial issues can be used as weapon. nobody should validate this latest feet stomping trantrum by a bunch of buddie crazies. i mean they scream "RaCisM" while still having Ryan/Eddie as their profile picture- its just wild. one can´t take those people seriously.

I understand your point, and I've changed opinions on the matter. What I want right now is to be at peace haha.

Manifesting Lou never interacting with the fandom ever again because he's such a precious gem and I can't stand when he gets hated. And they'll do everything on their power to use his words to hate on him.

So... let's just agree to ignore the toxicity. We can't change their minds.

#bucktommy #lou ferrigno jr

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sunafc · 2 days

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Do you get it now? — ft. Tendou Satori

cw: wc 1.6k, fem reader, timeskip tendou, best friends to lovers, this is overall pretty sweet, as always if there are typos just ignore them 🙂‍↕️

‘What are you even talking about?’

Tendou can hear the anger in your tone. You’re on the phone, hiding in his bathroom, but now your voice is getting louder and he can clearly hear your words.

‘Do you even hear what you’re saying right now?’

Tendou has no idea what’s going on, he can’t hear the person on the other side of the call but he’s pretty sure about who it could be. There’s only one person that gets on your nerves like this and, funnily enough, it’s your boyfriend. Tendou can’t hide the curiosity and gets closer to the door.

‘Baby,’ your voice is full of exasperation and he knows right now your taking a deep breath to calm down a little, not sure that worked though because you’re soon screaming again, ‘He lives in fucking France!’ Oh?

Tendou connects the dots in his mind. There’s only one person you know that lives in France and that’s him. You’re fighting over him? You must be.

‘This is insane, you– I’m hanging up, call me when you’ve calmed down.’ it takes less than a second for your phone to be ringing again, ‘I don’t want to talk to you right now, no because–’ Tendou can hear you walking back and forth in his tiny bathroom, ‘That’s–’ your tone drops and you sound exhausted when you say ‘I need a break,’ the sound of your footsteps comes to a halt, ‘We’ll talk when I’ll be back, if you call me again I’ll block your number,’ and you hang up.

When you open the door, Tendou doesn’t even try to hide he was eavesdropping and just stares at you with a questioning look. You lean your head on his chest and let out a deep groan. His long arms embrace you as soon as your forehead hits his body and the cherry scent of his body lotion surrounds you.

‘There, there, little Y/n,’ he rests his head on top of yours, ‘Talk with me.’

‘You know he doesn’t want me to talk about our fights to other people...’ you groan again.

‘I’m pretty sure this one concerns me too,’ he traces circles on your back, ‘Come on,’ his hand slides down your arm until your fingers interlace, then he guides you to the kitchen.

You sit on the counter as you watch him taking out a box from his cabinet. He offers it to you, just to hold it back to his chest when you try to grab it. He does so a few times.

You chuckle at his antics, ‘Just give it to me!’

He smiles fondly at you and shakes his head, ‘Will you tell me what was all that about?’ He asks tilting his head towards the bathroom.

‘Are you trying to bribe me, Satori?’

‘Yes that’s exactly what I’m doing,’ he opens the box, still holding it far from you, showing you the inside: there’s a bunch of different chocolates.

You gasp dramatically, ‘Did you make those?’

He nods, ‘For you, see,’ he points at a specific one, ‘This is shaped like a bunny, because you love bunnies,’ he points at another, ‘This one has caramel filling and– no, actually, I’ll let you guess the other flavours.’

Your heart feels weird, your chest feels warm, ‘Satori,’ your voice is laced in honey as you say his name, ‘That’s so sweet, thank you.’

‘So? Did I bribe you successfully?’

‘I mean, I would’ve told you anyway,’ you smile.

‘And I would’ve let you eat these anyway,’ he says.

He lends you the box and sits on the counter next to you, kicking his legs.

‘He said I see you too much and that it seems like I prefer hanging out with you and he feels unappreciated,’ you roll your eyes, ‘Which makes no sense, because the last time I saw you was literally six months ago since you live on the other side of the planet!’ You take a deep breath, ‘He’s so jealous lately... it wasn’t always like this but now I can’t hang out with any of my friends without him being mad at me,’ you open your mouth to say something else but you quickly close it again and Tendou can almost see the gears turning in your brain, ‘And, I don’t know, maybe I do prefer hanging out with you and my other friends but like, search your own heart and you’ll find out why.’

‘He doesn’t deserve you one bit,’ Tendou says, thinking about how understanding you are and how you always forgive him in the end. He almost throws up when he thinks about how you call that shitty boyfriend of yours ‘baby’ with the sweetest voice. Tendou doesn’t want to pry too much, so he stops himself from asking why you won’t break up with him. He’s also scared the answer would be that it’s because you love the guy. He doesn’t want to hear you say that.

Tendou brings a chocolate to your mouth, ‘Eat this,’ your lips brush against his fingers and his heart skips a beat.

‘God, this is so good,’ you say, mouth full, and Tendou can’t help but find you adorable, ‘Is this blueberry?’

‘Good job,’ Tendou smiles.

‘Be honest,’ you say, now looking straight into Tendou’s eyes, ‘Do you think I should break up with him?’

Yes. Absolutely yes. Right now. There’s a million reasons why Tendou thinks so. The first being that you’re clearly not happy in this relationship. Another one, a little bit more selfish of a reason, would be that he’s head over heels for you.

‘Honest?’ Tendou asks you and you nod, ‘Yeah,’ he gets off the counter and grabs a glass of water, ‘Do you want to... break up with him?’

‘Maybe,’ you sigh, ‘Maybe I’ve just been waiting for a good enough excuse to,’ you study Tendou’s expression, ‘Does this make me a bad person?’

Tendou gets closer to you, he holds your head and kisses your forehead, ‘I think you’ve been waiting for him to show you if your relationship was still worth it.’

You lean in into his touch, Tendou always manged to calm you down, to make you feel like everything was gonna be fine. He made you feel like maybe this was what life was all about, talking about anything and everything, laughing and crying, feeling complete witch each other.

‘Do you want to try another chocolate?’ Tendou asks stealing the box from your lap.

‘He never gifted me chocolate,’ you blurt out, ‘Like, not even for Valentines.’

Tendou tilts his head in confusion, if he was your boyfriend any occasion would be good enough to gift you chocolate. Or flowers, or necklaces and bracelets and rings, or any of the things he knew you loved.

There’s a hint of disgust on his face, ‘Does he even know what you like?’

Tendou wants to know, do you feel butterflies in your stomach when your boyfriend compliments you, does he even compliments you? Do you feel your cheeks getting warmer when your boyfriend is close to you? When he caresses your skin? Do you relax in his embrace and do you get flustered when he kisses you? Because Tendou’s pretty sure he never saw you more comfortable than when he has you in his arms, he notices how your breathing gets more stable and how your heart beats slower. He notices how your eyes glow up whenever he gifts you anything, even the littlest thing. He notices how you get shy when he compliments you and he can’t help but do that more. Maybe he’s starting to feel a little cocky but he thinks he can make you feel butterflies in your stomach with a kiss, and he’s dying to know if he’s right.

Tendou finds your hand resting at the edge of the counter and interlaces his fingers with yours. He places the box of chocolates next to his glass of water and his now free hand finds rest holding your jaw, long fingers caressing your face. You feel shivers down your spine. You’re not sure what’s happening but not wanting it to stop either.

‘Y/n,’ he hasn’t said anything yet and you’re already nodding, a chuckle escape his lips, ‘Can I?’ His thumb brushes against your bottom lip and you nod again. ‘I want to hear you say it, please.’

‘Yes, Satori, you can,’ you say.

It’s the first time he kisses you, but Tendou knows what you like because he knows you. He takes his time making you comfortable before slipping his tongue in. His hands are wandering your body and your legs are wrapped around his torso, pressing him closer to you. Gasps fall from your lips as he kisses you and they’re music to his ears. He’s kissing you slow and there’s a weird tickling in your stomach but you like it and you don’t want to let it slip away. Maybe this is how it was always meant to be, not wanting to stop even though you’re breathless and fighting to be closer to him even though there’s no gap between you. Maybe this is what you were looking for. It’s fevirish, with an intense feeling of longing, it feels right. When he breaks the kiss you follow his lips and Tendou smirks before giving you a chaste, sweet peck that is nothing like the kiss you shared just before.

‘Do you get it now?’ He asks you. Do you get, now, how different it is with someone who cares about you. Who loves you. Who knows you. ‘I could be a better boyfriend than him.’

notes: i love tendou sm ! ! i hope this gets some love and i hope i wrote our miracle boy well enough

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq tendou #tendou satori #tendou x reader #shiratorizawa #hq x reader

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 3 days

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Death? Not Today F*ck You!

Author's Note: Karlsor's debut in Mermay and Poor Unfortante souls.

Warnings: Karlsor swears a lot, some hints of violence. Also NIGHT LORD. Let me know if I need to add more

Summary: Karlsor lands on Terra and finds a Budding Blight Garden, not that he knows what that is. And makes the decision to not go near it.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @kit-williams, @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

Tagged Again: @sleepyfan-blog and @whorety-k

Karlsor is a Proud Night Lord, and one of the lucky, or unlucky bastards with enough Psyker abilities that were noticed early enough that he was dragged into training by the Libarius before the Heresy. He'd barely finished his training as a Librarian, their training exacting, harsh, demanded and with each step forward, sacrifice of blood, pain, sweat, tears, and mental health (whatever the fuck that is) was demanded of him. He's no coward, never has been, to have survived the Hell that is Nostramo, and to have been...

Either Lucky or Unlucky enough to have been grabbed by the Night Lords to be flung into a cage with a bunch of other boys around his age, some older, some younger, and then dragged into the Hell that was being an Aspirant of the Night Lords. He had never been the kindest of souls, being born and growing, surviving the fucked up hell that is Nostramo killed the weak, and beat the kindness and every good thing out of a person, until just the pure, raw, naked desire and need for Survival was all that was thought of.

Even when Lord of the Eigth Legion and the Imperium had fully taken over Nostramo, things have still been shit. There was just more technology and shit for the people to fight over. At least that's what he'd heard from the old folks who's complain and hiss about things. Fighting against the uppity Ultramarines as Father had decided to attack the holier-than-thou Primarch of the 13th legion had been a lot of fun, waking up after what had felt like had been a killing blow had been both pleasantly and unpleasantly surprise.

Pleasant, because he still is alive, unpleasant because his ribs really fucking hurt and he's in agony and likely in a cell with uppity Ultramarines ready with snide words and smug bastard-y words to lord over his failure. His tail lashes out in rage as he looks around frowning. Where the fuck his he? He's not on McCragge. Oh fuck shit. As he's dying he's getting a vision. Or something. Goody. Or he's hallucinating a Nicer Thing as he dies? What the fuck is this shit. He slowly starts moving, activating his ability to swim through the air, which is infinitely safer than trying to crawl back to the waters. Seriously.

Which fucking planet is he on? This is planet has pollution, he can smell it, but it's not the worst planet he's been on. It's almost pretty, but pretty things often hide something worse underneath. Finding the ocean took several hours of swimming through the air. At least there's only one sun in the sky, even if the sunlight is way to fucking bright in his opinion. He prefers the darkness and shadows, where the light doesn't burn his skin and eyes. Even with being an Astartes with a tougher body, he burns like a whore in church after a few minutes in the sun.

Which is going to be so delightful to feel once he's back in the water. At least he's alive to recover from his injuries and the sun trying to fuck him over more. He is really glad to get into the ocean waters, which is salinized and he almost bites through his tongue trying not to scream as his skin protests being in the ocean while being sunburnt enough that his regenerative abilities has yet to heal it and he's entirely red from where his armor doesn't protect his scales.

He swims in the ocean, healing and trying to hunt for something to eat, easily hunting a school of fish and eating the wriggling creatures whole. He has some nutri-paste but he needs to supplement it with organic matter, which is a damned pain. He also needs to figure out where the fuck he is and where some of his brothers are, as much as they are a pain in his ass and are more than half likely to try to murder him, either through straight up stabbing him or being more circumspect about it.

Psykers are viewed as being super unstable and mistrusted in the legion. Honestly, he'd commented before that it's like calling water wet, they are all unstable, lunatic murderers. The younger members of his legion are... not kinder, no one is ever really kind in the Eighth legion, but are more stupid, and ignorant, since they are younger and haven't been through as much fucked up shit as the older ones have. Getting older can be hard, especially with how much fighting they do, against the enemies of the Emperium, and at times, each other.

Still, he's glad that he's alive, in general, and its better than not being alive. That damned Ultramarine only nearly killed him. Which reminds him, he's going to find that Ultramarine and make him suffer for his failure. He hears something and slowly starts swim-stalking and he carefully stalks whatever is making noise and tilts his head from one side to another. That is the ugliest and weirdest looking reef system that Karlsor has ever seen in his life. It looks really sick and fucked up.

And there is something about it that screams WRONG at his Psyker senses. He hears demented echoing giggling. Which is. Fucking Fantastic. He's not going anywhere near the fucked up reef system, it looks cursed as fuck. While he's got an Astartes Immune system, he's not going to tempt whatever the fuck is going on with that to go after him. He's no Apothecary or specialist in Environments, but he knows that is Super Fucked and Warp-craft went into fucking it up and continuing to fuck it up. So yeah, as a trained Psyker and since no one has asked for his help, either way, and he doesn't want to go near it any way, he's going avoid that creepy ass dying reef and go somewhere hopefully a lot healthier. It's a shame, the biodiversity of the oceans of this primitive planet are almost beautiful and he's totally not stared at the plethora of vibrant colored fish swim past him in schools of hundreds.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #adeptus astartes #warhammer #mermay #mermay 40k #mermay 2024 #poor unfortunate souls au #poor unfortunate souls #oc: karlsor #night lords #night lords oc

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deftonesmatt · 1 day

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INFLUENCER'S WISH ⠀𓏵⠀⠀⠀⠀　 ׅ　

pairing: matthew sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis: what if matt sturniolo went to tara yummy's party? what if he went and met you.

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of other people, a few uses of y/n, tattoo tracing, literally jus a party, implied y2k reader.

stay ready (what a life) by jhene aiko

࣪ ֶָ ༊

all you heard was loud music and what sounded to you, people laughing or screaming. you never knew at this point or you never knew at a tara yummy party, you fixed your sunglasses that was stuck on your side part of your hair after you did that you walked into the party and you were right it was a lot of people screaming and laughing.

you looked up at the golden girl of the party, tara yummy making a announcement thanking everyone that came today and for her 1 million subscribers. you scanned the room and saw a bunch of influencer's but this one particular person caught your eye, matthew sturniolo.

he was with his brothers nick and chris sturniolo, you watched them of course but not that often since you had ur own content to create and shit but when you did they had your humor and in general they were funny.

“holy shit y/n hey!” tara spoke which made you snap out of your own daydreaming about matt sturniolo, she hugged you and you hugged her back, smiling at her and you scrunched your nose trying to get rid of the smell of alcohol that reeked on her.

“im actually so glad your here.” she then brought you to the area where their was cake and a whole bunch of people like sam, colby, larray, corey, and a whole lot more your eyes couldn't even comprehend right now.

“yeah im glad im here too, this is a great party tara” you spoke loudly for her to hear you since music was blasting through the whole party. she yelled out a “yeah thank you!” before you walked away from the whole group.

you started to look around again and saw a couch you started walking over there, sitting down as you messed with your curly hair carefully not wanting to mess up your hair that you just did. but once matt sturniolo started to sit down next to you, you honestly thought this whole thing was a dream i mean or maybe he just wanted to sit down cause his feet hurt or something.

“you're matt, right?” you looked over your shoulder as you spoke and immediately regretted saying that i mean you knew he was matt sturniolo and so did he so what was the point of even saying that.

“uh yeah, you're y/n. ive seen those sunglasses before,” he spoke in a soft tone and you smiled up at him, you started to fidget with your index and middle finger that had certain rings on.

“are they that noticable?” you laughed and started to look at his eyes, his blue eyes. you never liked blue eyes i mean you always wanted them as a kid but your whole opinion changed once you hung out with more people. but with his blue eyes it was different, they were pretty in a way.

“yeah, pretty noticable y/n.” he smiled and trailed off with a laugh. he started to sit up straight and for the rest of the night you guys started to talk to each other, you guys immediately hit it off. he having similar interests that you had.

you kept smiling at him that it was almost started to hurt, it was just he made you happy in a way. after a few minutes you didn't even notice that you were basically leaning on him. you didn't want to say anything since you liked being in that sort of position, you started eyeing his tattoo's and he noticed this.

“what?” he asked and you looked up at him “can i trace your tattoos?” you asked out of random but honestly if you didn't ask that you might of gone crazy. ”sure, i don't mind.” he spoke and you started to trace a few tattoos he had on his arm, starting to trace one, then another one, then another.

after a few minutes of you doing that you saw people dancing and getting food. you looked up at him and stopped tracing his tattoos, “do you want food?” you asked and he shook his head no.

“okay, but i'm getting cake” you laughed and got up from the couch and squeezed through the crowd of people, accidentally bumping into people and going to the area where the cake was. you got a plate and put cake on it and went back to the couch where matt was, sitting down.

you took the plastic fork and started eating the cake, you licked the frosting from the corner of your mouth. after a few minutes of you eating the cake and the party going on matthew was just looking at you, like admiring you. i mean admiring someone eating cake wasn't the most flattering thing but it was still somewhat cute.

you had the rest of the cake on your lap and as you were about to get up matt grabbed your arm. “wait.” he said which made you sit back down and he got some frosting off of the corner of your lip with his finger and went to taste his finger. once he did that you looked up at his eyes then down at his lips. you then got up and threw your plate away right after you went and sat back down.

your eyes wandered around the party a few people started leaving and you probably were going to leave too knowing that it's literally 12am. you looked at matt and fidgeted with your rings on your index and middle finger, you didn't want to leave without his number or something, i mean sure he has instagram or snapchat but what if he like never responds on there.

“hey so uh can i get your number?” you said as your body to face him. “yeah sure.” he spoke and you pulled out your phone to your contacts and gave him your phone, letting him type his number into your phone. you smiled to yourself then stopped once he gave back your phone as you stood up.

once you went over to the door and outside, matt following you like a lost puppy all the wayy to your car. you then turned your body to face him and smiled, “well this is my car.” you muttered just loud enough to him to hear you.

“oh okay, well bye y/n. text me” he spoke and gave you a quick hug before leaving with his brothers and you went inside of your car, secretly screaming to yourself. would you see him again? i mean would he even reply to your message if you even texted? you honestly didn't know and wanted to find out.

notes: oh my god im on such writers block bro someone actually help me but i hope you r enjoying this series so farr like i am :))

taglist: @mattyb4dominicans @cindylcuwho @chrissfawn @eyeliketoeatpoosay @selenascorner

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strawberry-crocodile · 4 months

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thinking about the time when someone on here was trying to tell everyone to watch sports and someone added "even if you don't like it, it's a good excuse to be in a huge open-air stadium surrounded by screaming people eating overpriced hotdogs" and i have never felt a more profound sense of

#''even if you don't like it it's a good excuse to stare headlong into an LED light while listening to christian rock''#blogodile #ah yes trapping myself in one of those 50-ft-in-the-air no handrail stadiums #where it's hot and sweaty #and there's. a bunch of screaming people.#so i can watch something meaningless to me.

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minionsunclee · 10 days

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Blarmy!

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cadaverkeys · 4 months

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Etiquette at concerts (especially among young adults) is sincerely becoming a problem to the point where I avoid going to concerts if any of their songs were used as a tiktok audio at any point in time.

#rambles #good luck seeing the stage when youre in the pit whilst a bunch of clout-chasing 20 somethings record the WHOLE SHOW #its not just that its like...#being aware of the cameras too #it makes people act like they can be the main character #theres always screaming at every silence whilst someone tries to make a joke #if youve seen/heard whats happening on mitskis tour rn you know whats up

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fictionadventurer · 2 months

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Maybe the problem with Christian fiction is that it's non-denominational. People are just "Christian", with no effort put into showing what practicing that religion looks like for them specifically. No indication that there are other Christians who could have different beliefs. No wrestling with differing ideas and the struggle of how one should live out their Christian faith. And that makes it unrealistic and unrelatable.

#me reading any christian historical fiction set in england: why are none of these gentry anglican??#they ARE all anglican and if they are not it is extremely plot and character relevant you can't just have them using evangelical buzzwords #but i'm also thinking of this because i started another charlotte yonge book #that is by far my favorite of the things of hers that i've read #because it has characters who have different upbringings and religious opinions #instead of just 'here's a bunch of high church anglicans judging people who don't live up to their victorian standard'#you have the very high church anglican rector whose wife is worldly but still a very good person #the girl raised in a very strict protestant family who is more scrupulous than the anglicans but is still recognized as a good person #you have people who are trying to work out the nuances of different issues #and that makes it so much more realistic and so much easier to integrate into the story #(the politics though are hilarious)#(most of the classics that survive are the ones that were 'ahead of their time' in politics)#(so it's equally fascinating and refreshing and a bit infuriating to see one that is very very of its time with regards to women's rights)#('why did this woman get up at the meeting and explain her very good ideas for rebuilding after the fire? she should have had a man do it')#(meanwhile i'm just screaming 'why on earth SHOULDN'T she???')#(it's almost enough to make a feminist of me)

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canongf-archive · 1 year

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my heart belongs to inexperienced f/os. f/os who haven't dated a lot or haven't dated at all and they're trying to navigate this world with you and trying to make it good. hesitant touches and hand holding, clumsy kisses, awkward conversations, but such pure and genuine adoration and excitement to be together like this. you and them fumbling and figuring out what works best for each other.

pr*ship pls dni!!!

#i made this in appreciation for my ADULT F/O who just hasn't dated a bunch bc he's a dork!!!#and thought other people might appreciate it too!!!#do NOT make it weird or creepy i will SCREAM #positivity.txt #self ship #self shipping #self ship community #self shipping community #mine.txt

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justaz · 4 months

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god!merlin

druids can NOT speak in people’s minds. when they are before a high priestess, they can pray to her directly and she can hear them (hence the scene between morgana and mordred when he spoke in her mind).

merlin who constantly has this buzzing in the back of his head that he can never understand besides the occasional odd word which makes no sense. but when he’s closer to a druid or when their prayer is super strong, then he can make out what they’re saying.

merlin who brings up the fact that druids can speak into peoples minds to gaius who casually unfurls a scroll containing his ongoing list of reasons why merlin is/evidence of merlin being a god of the old religion.

#merlin just can’t remember bc he was born into a mortal body and his mortal brain couldn’t begin to comprehend #what it’s like to exist as a god #so he forgot #but every time he dies and comes back - or even casts a spell - a bit more of his mortality burns away #merlin emrys #emrys the god of life death and magic #(real)#high priestess morgana #god!merlin #bbc merlin #morgana pendragon #after arthur repeals the ban and a bunch of druids come to camelot to work out all the messy business #the druids gather before a hearth and make an offering to emrys who is literally in the same castle as them #their prayer is so strong and so close that the buzz in the back of merlin’s head turns into very clear screaming #gaius adds one more item to his list #eventually he’ll reclaim his status as a god but he’ll still stay by arthur’s side until the end of his life #and then - as a god - he’ll take arthur’s soul (and all his friends souls) and carry them into the realm of the gods #and they’ll all live there for eternity together bc i like happy endings #(+ now arthur gets to stand at merlin’s side as merlin leads his people (the gods))

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darkwood-sleddog · 2 months

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more and more i become of the opinion my dogs are not reactive to strange dogs but in fact it is unreasonable to expect them to NOT be reactive when the dogs we pass are unwalked, understimulated rural hellions that thrash at the windows of their houses, bark at us and follow us for entire lengths of properties, snarl at us, run at us with tense body language etc.

is this because a neighbor (who does skijor!) moved in half mile down the road from us a half a year ago with the most polite, unreactive dog that my dogs glance calmly at as they walk by? as it is unrestrained (no underground fence) on the property? absolutely is.

is this because a few years ago a neighbor's very nice pitbull mix got out and when it walked up to us with polite calm body language my dogs reacted just as calm and we were able to walk this dog home? absolutely is.

like i am a human woman and have lived in areas with much larger populations than i do now. i remember being followed by strangers, yelled at by strangers in aggressive ways. it made me tense and yes...reactive in those moments to ensure my own safety and needs were met. but was it my fault for having to react that way? To call friends and family and be on the phone any time that i walked alone? to check in when i got to where i was going? to bring pepper spray and iron knuckles to walk less than 10 minutes away from home? I don't think it is. Rather it's the failure that allows that behavior towards me which is at fault. i should not have had to carry those things with me. or call a single soul.

same with my dogs. my dogs aren't reactive, i'm just the only person who walks my damn dogs in my rural neighborhood. even though we can walk for 4+ miles either way on safe dirt roads out of our driveway before we reach pavement. nobody else. walks. their. fucking. dogs. yes i manage my dogs behaviors, it can be embarrassing when they get riled up, but know what? it is not their fault so many other dogs fucking SUCK. and it is not those dogs' fault that they suck either. i encountered more politely behaved dogs when i lived in the suburbs and city than i do now because those dogs at least had some sort of experience with being around other dogs (passing them on the sidewalk even) out of necessity. Rural people truly just throw their dogs outside and expect that to be enough. if you're lucky they install a little underground fence that will maybe keep fido in the yard (like uwu WE don't want to have a look at a fence and we're going to make all our neighbors GUESS if our dog might run into the road at them uwu).

#dogblr #dog behavior #is it unreasonable to ask completely neutral behaviors from my dogs #when they're being fucking harrassed? when they just want to do their sniffy thing and pee on a bunch of stuff??#can't even like loiter in some places bc people's dogs loose their fucking shit even if they stay on the property or are inside #like...real containment and stimulation when and now please?#nothing happened but neighbor with a dog that barks and screams at us from inside non stop #put in an electric fence and assured me this under 1 yo dog will never leave the boundary #like...okay...#sure.#let's see how that goes #like my dogs have wonderful temperaments #sorry if they're going to tell your dog off for being a piece of SHIT brenda #my dogs obviously know our yard is their territory #but they don't make a single peep for people walking on the road which is NOT theirs #i can be out of sight of entire dogs with properties out of the sight of the road #and their dogs will still be fucking yelling at mine! like shut the . fuck. up!!

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