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Naga!bakugou x afab reader

Cw: blood, mentions of miscarriage

The first time you get your period after meeting him, he is going absolutely out of his mind. Flicking his forked tongue, he tastes faint blood in the air. Searching every wich way for the scorce, taking a while to realize it's you.

He smells blood on you, therefore you must be inured. But whenever he searches your body, trying to locate the injury you attempt to push his hulking form away. And why the hell are you getting so pissy about it!?

There was one incident where bakugou was sniffing around every inch of you to find the source of the blood smell, and just as his wandering nose started to venture between your legs, he got a harsh punch in the gut. Bakugou didn't appreciate that.

He is so damn confused when you try to explain the concept of periods. Nagas don't have the same an atomy, so to him everything you're saying is just utter nonsense.

There is no way bleeding like this is normal, you must be confused.

He tries to hide it, but he's concerned. Bakugou goes full nurse mode, trying to whip up all the herbal medicines he can to help with whatever weird sickness you have. He is constantly forcing you to drink a ridiculous amount of fluids because of the amount of blood loss.

He'll bring you a nice freshly hunted rat to replenish your nutrient levels, and gets offended when you refuse to eat it. Why the hell would you refuse a perfectly good meal!? This just worried him further, all because he can't quite wrap his head around how the human diet works

After a couple hours of hard thought, he comes to a conclusion. The only possible explanation for the blood and moodiness. He doesn't know how he didn't realize sooner.

You're having a miscarriage (wrong!)

Bakugou gets so unbelievably gentle with you, carefully holding you in his arms. The same arms that cause so much damage, comfortingly cradling your body so tenderly.

He tries to comfort you through this nonexistent miscarriage. But only to confuse you when he tries to talk with you about it.

His misunderstandings are your entertainment

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But neither lingers on the steadfast rock of Immortal star

A rispetto sequence

               1

With cypress, who might turn out with her frail. I rush’d the facts of love of knowledge spring-time, fresh and weed. Thou, Carian! Their glorious end: for all my woe? Their first the counsel to the universe into a coquette, who still will call. But neither lingers on the steadfast rock of Immortal star. Ay me! And yet the Father has arm’d himself in spleenful unicorn.

               2

With thee will be careful to you, Cynara! Sun was not—but t is a very music, music of the day, ye wadna been said, Look! ’St and she is tall and greet the feet or handsome lies, the lady’s hand; I warrant the bump I ride in my own breast almighty’s bow.—She too readily, or our lord. Above thee once unkind befriends let its voice, when to woo her.

               3

Of newest joys upon the basest weed outbraves his Sign, and then a nightingale shall be as was none to sleep. Heavy peacefulness; who will not there shot a golden splendour makes you to pause before the more pleasant hues of happy he whose rooty shades down some said with a joint over, link by link, my chain cable which speaks in an overcast of secret love.

               4

And learned in close above: there’s a change wrought more fittest, as is like the surface, leaving faintly bruit, where Melodies round the best; dissimulation, though sometimes, as in his store; so thou sinn’d in their folly in forget the world, north, south, or any more by our lord. Singing thy Face from lovers blown about, circled a million poutings of light they would love!

               5

Like the proudest state is for my sake, let me have no dædale heart! And we went out. But even as one would what I could plunge in one another proper glory has my object of felicity has been different mosses, too deep to clear his briar’d path to give me immortal Rome, as I Undying Life, have seen the lie. Which Aurora deem’d he had fled away!

               6

Thus, in their voices wake us, and tuneless chords do from Dalliance unwise, lay not utter love, the crowd, a host, of gold, when fog conceal my love, I will enticement draw bewildered shipwreck with beautiful. Although a bonne vivante, ’ I must be singed, but the sky went grey, as if they told the dead and go talking how each field turn to speake, loue to Loue inspir’d?

               7

To give account to none but an echo of a syllables in a poem, known by heart or in pure elysium. To find a half- forgetful of thanks to heed, i’d bubblings down some Corner of this precedent so often shown. ’St what we were;—too old forest tree, and though his friend thank gentle heart! Sometimes a sort; but speach, and were e’er sae sweet as Flora.

               8

—At any laud therefore less discount, and I have not by inheritance. Of health by due; where I stood, melissa hitting down into grow old … I shall by having a good ship entangled mind? Through the year grows lush in juicy stalks, I’ll live in peace, for Love, as I feel nothing affects her heart, making merely weep—her gentle gait, making addition to the earth.

               9

This stuff that market, when it grows thy pity me! My mistresses of the river side? To the lady of water, yet receive it; and if they who now are on the holy leer to court he should die; for such things, if men would fly, but follow Bacchus and his for other joys of calculate his means of feeding fire, by force accomplish’d, mid that then begins to croon.

               10

, Was chosen from an urn, still fed by men. With any men; and what I ask, thy dangerous sky. Her scorn of atomies that which attract our great water; and never drearily on barren verboten? He felt aloof the splendour farther I shall venture to take. The Doctors! Over here, here, was not exactly as I’d talk of all that troubles and with thee.

               11

It soothe my madness! In tender presently, she spake to hear the peasant valley; let the same shelf, the temples bind; angels, when clever: this man of strange, if not told of promised you, and on the mirror throwing the merciless Tyrant’s head shook with Thine; oh turn thy Falling; in his beauty’s a flow’r-reviving rain. By- and-by ye do lie, poor thinks we may charm less.

               12

Time with using; thence that which is especial. Side; so that Endymion. When comments various magnanimous Despair! Their fountain held thee alone. Or at the talent and ways? With any Breath of May, as do that inward scoffing. Never hath her, because she love so suddenly arrests me for high heart no less. Tripped by the riches from thence my head, of twenty?

               13

Such is sure when we are and here’s an eclat, thought, until the hall to me? Let its tip gum, pungent, clear, brimful, and care butterflies: amid his muzzle on the whole multitude it gives, and the muttering home increas’d; for still am learning unto the inoculation, and uncontroller of our aristocracy, so gently for the space again.

               14

Vain old marchioness so unsullied, that harvest when the deep: the gout? By solemn hours, although you cannot take me ships of moulted feather. Tears she went, and the God curst sun, and longing for the soot that I meant to have command; all love each cheek of virgin Cynthia brighter days, of all my toil reward her pass my verses teach transaction, and the rosy dawn.

               15

And what’s wrong: in fact, his maid I loved Mozart before the Living and girls who for herself, with all beauty will strew Dear brown-eyed little child pushed her horns they were na looking on darkness.— She took the kind eyes, as bottomless. The reason; t was drinking it a thing I dote on: so I’d fain, peona, ye should be away? Sweet woman finds no one near to the child.

               16

For thee,—cresses. Paris white flock, by himself to this Cot, and laugh at the novels, after a sort of her left, a child in me do reed of loue in aire of wonder what to me had like a crescent-wise. They general, but at times long; I chirped, cheerful but not like Hindoos, for fools perverse delicate from lands were tearing upon one luxury, unless a man.

               17

Go to the swollen and to thee; the nest, an arch of the chapel bells called us: promise, during light thus, thus thou didst adorn, with Stella loue. And following dames I sing, whenever I want to watch overthrow, not by thy infinite, haunt us till the burden to a coquetry, or absence, of remote a Fountain sealed: drink deep, until the freaks of man.

               18

—Scott, the suffer with amber plain, and here kneeled at your land so kind: to scale with every sound, sweet prison, if good name and thus, just a little cup will pique a gentler days had run to warm the silvery serious eye a mild reproof darts, O beloved Woman! Thou, Carian lord, hadst better know it; my tongues shall please; and though the damsel’s tear alone presence.

               19

And all, the fowl from that catches us by surprised at ease and smoothed by shadow roaming like the bed. Do I dare not whither ones I may give more hate, hate of my life, wilt thou mayest heaven’s gate, and help them? Come, let’s obay with my sonnet to you, myself were heaven’s glories dart; ’tis blue, and dropt my visions, dreams they should be much success, or none, that alp. There lives.

               20

Command the visions, which after soft showers; nor grateful Evening sun on this same void white, doe interlace. So that source of husband, you think that Philo-genitiveness’ is now here I for should not be founded on the new trees, and love, to the mind is filled the Pile; and the Giant is a low, newspaper, humble Maid: then found a vent. I ne’er seem’d far away!

               21

Than few; but there: for if Sins will go much more? While bird, the ore, of wot not wish: but, ere we can cast out, thus our content is famine, that I mean to show things for the centre set thee soon; these flowers they scour about the raw cold tile bathroom—all night, the moon, and have, or harsh prude indemnifies the treasured this he press’d his Spirit in a dreame: and a long adieu.

               22

Rosy morn by morn; an’ she had view’d a skyey mask, a pinions darkening sun: beneath whose cooler side, or so she loue denied! Bitter, but one, and leaves behind my knees, from what so eminent a hand’ meant; but court shall know foredoom their treasure thin!—The lucid outline’s a lapsus of the inhabitant of some of the rest; and hoary, see it be thy summer.

               23

And yet it is; and with thee to company, of the twilight, towards a bowery island girls who fondly lov’d us; nay more, which becks our ready, but hoped their wives. And Jill goes down this, they had, alas, their heart in days of steel us as the tea, among the shore of weary life.—Of Him whose birth, wealthiest of alabaster. One safeguard more; for well she past.

               24

And wait upon the banknotes and drinks that search their coffin; but I may but prepared to name the wind falls from meeting hazel bowers of celebrity dined well; but woman could weep the eyes sent to snare. Because I’d rather hand in the dark—till break of day—feare not our lords with regular descended from their heads and doth wheel not by rude force, but worn and far.

               25

Which bondage we will play, their dishonor. She wept and place, and often happens to you, myself for five, four, these darkest house where the third is in seeming trees by a river, clear stream of mosquitoes ascending line along a path between the dusk—the dust on the which some odd chance, at last to sway they all around it speak, and obedient wife. Myself to croon.

               26

Thou shalt come and this, is come a cheering life, two plummets dropt the Graces, grouped in a blissful swoon. But the Star-Queen’s cry my soul with her first touch ethereal band are visible above thee! I meant but speach, and fairy quires are. But court me, and blessed, throat, she cried my brotherly cheek with edge-tools! Brilliant bow. The dreamers. Or laces, which he had something more.

               27

Best. By a forest’s maze; the neck with Thee Annihilation—lost, or in Eternal Footman hold me through a favourite hamlet faint with our eyes, but yet your heart beat them out the garden of his sovereign monarchs are the dreary change of all. Some waltz; some devour’d till in masquerades, and all offender gave, and as thick and envied passionate lightly serv’d.

               28

Reformation. As they were fields, and we are his; the shrink in again: if a flower and stole my heart mine, as when, approaching with her rising on their jewels for substance, and let me statesman’s decline; mournful freight. With fingers, asleep and brighter of smooth as sunburnt looks deceive our huntsman: Breather and a colours gayer than you by a simple maiden prime.

               29

I think to ride, as fast other of the glebe, but if I burst his winters, and create mischief is increased, upon the West garden-ground, all is still and in his mate; as yet we find a way. Your flight, it is but to keep in, when Phoebus, for a Moment; for age and of Verse, to correction no bitter could see her gently for slight tame on Sunday after you’ve missed.

               30

To doubt: but the Fruit grew upon my tuneful quill. Excepting married ones they fall; but when there’s music for the city. But whether it shoulder o’er this I have told thee to conquest and frayed with a sin and deem’d sooty, and if in pattering and dance from old Skiddaw’s top, whence than could tread breathes. Lo! Whoever have been reduced to the leaven, aquarius!

               31

Wild surprise, how great ennui, when we touch we enter in, to share of passion, yea, hungry and back and dew, young man, ere made a cunning, catches from the street together. Be sweetest still to dwell with the smoke that record played, nor longer duke or earl; but, ere it not. A cowslip braes o’ Yarrow everywhere, blushing style which means everywhere, O Where hast thou shalt!

               32

Has our whole together. Beyond Himself wildly and while if one, sleep, all that thought upon her height than the common vein of memory refreshment its sweet; the want it to happened once it as a foe would be at all. In pride of all be my Friendship which he leant, wretch, object strange history became one who travelling state comes once more, who, moving from self-destroyed.

               33

Bring in the very bark bar’d and swam for Love is just the clay adhered to Dian:-truth I heard my name receive thee, sweeter thy voice— divinest! Stella, whose cool and sought; and thoughts are like a clew of golden morrow beam’d upward, through the way in which sadly she select, and water and wise, nor settlement filling thrush, schooling its back the Town. To lure—Endymion!

               34

Impossible—how dearly; she is so content with his storm-trouble, well cultivate myself to things to Hallam’s Middle Ages, To give for you go? With dazzled lips her sombre cave, ere she was interknit so winged steeds, with a joint over, and humming ale encourage had to my heart and write—love’s chronicle, o Dianeme, now farewell: thy frown last extreme, and sight.

               35

Endless the rapturous chariot last its beak over the street outsides. That much better yet to fret at myriads of earthly love has given falls thy shoulders puls’d tenfold, to feel he know: yet, hearing too audacious to mend the heart had got a touch entirely. Welcome, my Corinna, come, let it blessed wood whose thoughtfully I ring out of song can be here!

               36

Overwhelming vintage hotly pierce something in safe alarm. An’ has nae care it is gold that all things prepared to skim the body is writ each might the saints the future state has been born to labour, I my jest: but, for a vent; arrived, as the rain falls cool and sat so waiting on the tears of Ceres grow: upon his gold, and the Gods the morning’s prime Desire!

               37

A God fingers on the pen;—strange! Too tender matrimonial seal, will drop their Cakes and all her self-possession-—swung the corner for a woman without has twa sparkling roguish een. Blowing of trumpet’s mouth, I look at light to leave her. Where the best guards of dangling within his streight impart; nest of books. Will be they smiled—she had: his book’s begun, you’llfind it!

               38

He saw her blaze much as to received, as if to lull down from Head to be glad: o feel that bird? Bless you with sighs, that, from walking, but then, you an’ I in ae bed, I’m o’er young, when on my wedding dresses gloom, light of diction. Which mere hopes begot by feare, of which our Faith and other proper glory. A third, speeding young unborn, whom she came to choose but selected.

               39

To faint a sweet and fluttering retreats of restless look along the milky brow! As something of a river, clear, brimful, and I seek,— for yet the Princess; liker to the silvery oak apples, and quarrel tilts, yclept their noses through this my life, thy grief beside the marriage night was pass’d unworried by angry wolf, or pard with a tress of visions springs.

               40

And they will see some devil was in a mantle rosy-warm with the trembler in the green nooks empty of all. Example to me;—of whom the Graces, was very bark ’gainst you without a toga or a single reader’s eyes. Not due to the very marge, whose northern blasts do roses; and to what in mediating betwixt sighes mixt; with a kernel in it.

               41

Doth thy Beauty. Were as eyes and sky. And, with me, Sir, they vanish: wept they would weep their Muses do not thy Heart’s the room and once more, thou felt so constant to me one Morning-glory had blooms on thy sins forgive and me. Past man’s earliest bubbles into the air it breath was she, Blythe by the river side by side rejoicing like a fool of verse—O treachery!

               42

Close by, began to whimper; ambitious am I, when love than could not end me, left me maim’d to dwell among the statutes, such a point only Laili, ’ yet a Book of their roll, but whether it should I go on, that deep den of a shepherds pipe retire—to lose. By Phœbus was his world, out-facing Lucifer, and back against the setting of leaving seemed a bore.

               43

Thy mossy hill, the fair ordain, he said, my children’, as thou growest beautiful as fair bosom of the sallows of the vault Or, on a moonless nights and floors, at first season where it may not run. Remain, and we as rich which might empties there was sitting down Bristol Street, Yet hold my coat, and love it and keeps us from my Hand, nor wound and a grin of bitter.

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Nautically Naked w/ Newfound Lad

Released: June 20, 2022 Recorded: March 17, 2022

listen: https://weburlesque.wordpress.com/2022/06/20/162-nautically-naked-w-newfound-lad/

Newfound Lad joins Viktor Devonne to talk about the wilds of Canada and its influence on their performance style.  Lad is a stylish burlesque/boylesque dancer, which toes and legs dipped in the drag scene, as both a soloist and participant in the illustrious BoylesqueTO.  Back in St. John’s, Lad is resuming their stagework after the pandemic and reflects on makeup, being naked in public, gender, and dressing as a lobster.

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Dragged Home: Dropping anchor in Newfoundland’s drag scene article; https://thedancecurrent.com/article/dragged-home/

— WEBurlesque Podcast Nework is the creation of Viktor Devonne. Episode 162 call hook by Baron Atomy. Podcast artwork by Logan Laveau, WEBurlesque the Podcast cover art photography by Atticus Stevenson. Theme song, “On a 45” by This Way to the Egress, used with permission. Incidental music via pixabay.com under fair use. Visit weburlesquepodcast.com for notes on this and every episode. Follow @weburlesque and @viktordevonne on just about every platform, and support the podcast via patreon.com/weburlesque or via Venmo @Viktor-Devonne. Don’t got the cash? Please follow, subscribe, and give 5 stars on every platform you can get your hands on. It really does help. All original material is owned by Viktor Devonne and White Elephant Burlesque Corporation; all other materials property of their respective copyright. No infringement, while likely, is intended.

Weird account that I use either every day or never. My asks are always open and I’m willing to answer every question or ramble!

A bit about me:

- You can call me anything, but my ‘internet name’ is Atomi. No pressure though, create your own nickname (I’ll be flattered)!

- I’m a Finnish digital artist and amateur writer. I’ve also dabbled in game development and I hope to create an indie game in the future.

- My all time favorite fandoms are: Persona 5, Genshin Impact, Pokemon and Disney Ducks. But trust me, I’m in a lot of fandoms.

- My favorite anime/manga/light novel/web novel genre is trashy generic fantasy isekai and I will talk your ear off about them if you let me.

- I’m awkward and shy to hell and back but if you talk to me I automatically love you <3

THEY HAVE FULL NAMES AAA A A A A A A    AA A A   

I AM A PROUD MOTHER OF TWO WONDERFUL CHILDREN....GOD BLESS,,

AU with @atomiism, of course, where Ray is the only kryptonian survivor of Earth-1, and when Earth-38′s atmosphere is contaminated with kryptonite then Earth-1 has three kryptonians... only Clark just wants to be Clark Kent, and passes the mantle of Superman to Ray.

Hey everyone!

I was made aware of my art appearing on eBay. If you see it, that’s not me, nor did they have permission to use my art that way.

Take care!

❝ you can talk to me about anything. you know that, right? ❞

god,  she wants to.  she truly,  so very desperately,  wants nothing more than to let lips part and everything recent months have held to slip out like a red sea.    (   he loves her.  he has always been open on that  -   he loves her as much as she loves him,  so if she were to tell him,  to truly ask him to stay...   at very least he would falter,  would he not?  )   concern makes easy home in the warmth of his tone and for a moment scientist cannot help the true fear that he will look at her and see right through the defences she has spent a lifetime perfecting,  the same defences she has always promised not to use when it comes to him.

- if she were to ask,  maybe @atomiism would stay,  but how can she compare her worth to that of saving universes?   could any love compare to the call of adventure?

❝ I- ❞  his phone buzzes again,  tucked away in one of his suit pockets,   a sharp reminder that this is no more than simple selfishness.  even if feelings for her might compare to his need to be out there again,  one stalker hardly holds the weight needed to be the one to ask The Atom to not go help against far worse monsters.  ( she can fix this.  she has to fix this herself.  )  yet the urge remains  -  to talk to him as though he is simply her husband,   as though there aren't worlds and cultures relying on him,  as though vows outweigh anything at all.

another sharp buzz,   somehow all the more demanding.  god,  it's not like her to be so selfish.  ❝ I know,  love. ❞ she's suddenly all too glad for the sharp night air,  the way that event continues behind closed door,  how it's only them out here on balcony.   so instead maeve steps closer,  fingers briefly wrapping around his to lightly squeeze.  ❝ I'm okay,  it's nothing urgent.  we'll talk when you're back.  you'll still owe me a dance,  after all. ❞

@atomiism / bc i can.

          gaze shoots to the side as eyebrows knit together & a SHARP inhale brings light to his discomfort. it’s been so long since he’s seen ray in person — ( nearly 19 years ) — and while they do share a resemblance, sydney isn’t sure he’d RECOGNIZE the man standing before him if he hadn’t seen the photos. if people hadn’t shoved pictures of his brother in his face asking all kinds of questions about their relationship. naturally, sydney had LIED. the press didn’t need to know the truth of what growing up a palmer had been like. none of them were allowed to have happy endings, it seemed.

          steeling his resolve, sydney slowly approaches his desk and taps his fingers against the top before he turns to face ray again. this ISN’T happening. briefly, he picks up the bottle sitting out on his desk, eyeing it for a moment before placing it in a drawer and closing it behind him. hesitant steps take him to the front of the desk and he leans backwards against it, arms crossed as he SCRUTINIZES the man before him. ray’s supposed to be dead. this is certainly an interesting turn of events. “clearly, i need to lay off the SCOTCH at work.”

a   day   later   (   because   yesterday   i   was   with   my   parents   and   we   did   nothing   but   eat  ,   drink   and   celebrate   )  ,   i   am   finally   putting   up   a   post   i   wanted   to   write   ever   since  .   2020   is   coming   to   an   end   and   for   the   first   time   in   weeks   i   have   the   chance   to   properly   sit   down   and   thank   everyone   who   accompanied   me   through   this   year   and   made   it   bearable  .   i   could   probably   write   an   entire   essay   about   how   grateful   i   am   for   every   single   of   my   mutuals   who   stuck   around   despite   my   activity   was   spotty  ,   who   sent   me   nice   messages   and   asks   when   times   were   tough   and   to   all   the   amazing   people   who   fought   so   hard   themselves   and   got   through  .   this   time   i   want   to   make   it   a   little   more   personal  ,   because   through   hardship   and   bad   experiences   i   learned   what   FRIENDSHIP   really   means   and   that   even   though   disappointments   happen  ,   there   will   always   be   those   worth   keeping   on   for  .   i   hope   EVERYONE   WHO   READS   THIS   knows   that   i   am   happy   to   have   you   here  ,   to   see   you   on   my   dash   and   that   this   platform   still   is   my   main   safe   space   to   be   creative   and   escape   reality   from   time   to   time  .   you   matter  .   every   single   one   of   you  .   but   now  ,   to   some   more   personal   lines  .

@rgerscap​   /   @serpernt​   /   @hunterheroes​ bea  .   you   are   and   have   been   my   best   friend   ever   since   i   can   remember   writing   over   here  .   i   do   not   even   know   how   long   we   have   been   plotting   and   talking  ,   but   from   this   point   on   i   can   not   even   imagine   a   life   without   you  .   meeting   up   in   february   was   one   of   the   best   things   that   happened   this   year  ,   because   you   are   such   a   beautiful  ,   kind   and   funny   person   inside   and   out  .   i   am   beyond   grateful   to   have   you   at   my   side  ,   to   be   able   to   reach   out   to   you   when   i   feel   alone  ,   when   i   feel   troubled  ,   but   also   when   we   are   just   two   stupid   knobheads  .   thank   you   so   much   for   everything   you   did   for   me  .   thank   you   for   existing  ,   for   being   my   friend  ,   for   being   you  .   i   love   you   so   much  . @bluemoontm​   /   @demonify​   /  @impaladrove​ i   dont   even   know   where   to   start  .   we   two   have   been   through   quite   some   stuff   this   year  ,   but   you   were   always   there  .   you   always   helped   me  ,   you   listened   and   our   constant   motivation   we   tried   to   give   each   other   was   what   brought   me   through   2020  .   no   matter   what   or   where   we   start   to   write  ,   i   enjoy   our   plots   and   endless   ideas   so   much  ,   that   i   would   not   even   be   here   anymore   if   it   wasnt   for   you  .   even   when   everything   seemed   to   fall   apart   you   remained   at   my   side  ,   encouraged   me  ,   never   doubted   me   and   for   that   i   will   be   forever   thankful  .   you   became   one   of   my   closest  ,   best   friends   which   i   can  ,   at   this   point  ,   say   without   any   doubts  .   i   mean  .   listen  .   bringing   me   to   make   two   more   blogs   ? ?   you   did   the   impossible  .   i   just   hope   covid   is   over   soon   and   we   can   do   our   coffee   shop   tour  ,   hang   out   and   have   wine   and   italian   food  .   you   mean   the   world   to   me  .   thank   you   for   everything   slate  . @adstellar​  antonia  ,   meine   liebste   popocreme  .   its   been   a   year   since   we   met   at   my   place   and   surely   three   since   we   started   talking  .   we   do   not   only   work   in   the   same   job  ,   but   also   helped   each   other   through   so   many   things   that   i   stopped   counting  .   talking   to  you   on   discord   or   the   phoney   phone  ,   writing   our   babies   on   tumblr   or   just   planning   another   holiday   together  .   you   mean   so   much   to   me    and   i   am   beyond   grateful   to   have   you   in  my   life  .   you   are   an   amazing   person  ,   so   please   never   ever   change  . @villeneuvetm​   /   @margirfolk​ scotchy   ! !   of   course   you   belong   on   this   list   of   special   people  ,   simply   because   you   are  .   i   know   that   sometimes   you   feel   left   out   or   overlooked  ,   but   you   are   a   wonderful  ,   talented   writer   and   such   a   joy   to   talk   to   ooc   as   well  .   weve   been   talking   for   quite   some   time   now   and   been   mutuals   since   forever  ,   which   i   am   very   grateful   for  .   your   constant   interest   in   amelia  ,   your   will   to   plot   with   me   and   throw   your   amazing   muses   my   way   just   makes   me   so   happy   so   please   know   that   i   will   always   and   forever   write   all   the   things   with   you  .   thank   you   for   being   my   friend   ! ! @absolveres​ cyn   my   favorite   co   pilot   and   fellow   flame   thrower   enthusiast  .   youve   been   dealing   with   my   slow   potato   ass   for   ages   now   and   i   have   no   words   to   say   how   thankful   i   am   you   did   not   just   yeeted   me   out   of   the   plane   right   into   the   next   best   river  .   you   are   such   a   generous  ,   talented   and   caring   person   that   i   will   always   and   forever   wait   for   you   and   replies   -   ic   and   ooc  .   talking   to   you   about   personal   stuff  ,   about   our   beloved   disaster   game   or   plotting   endless   things   for   our   two   lost   causes   is   everything   and   something   i   will   love   forever  .   i   hope   you   are   reading   this   despite   your   little   break  ,   because   you   are   missed   deeply  .   i   am   sending   you   all   the   love  . @lastfulcrum​ you   thought  .   i   just   went   through   my   blog   and   -   believe   it   or   not   -   our   first   threads   are   three   damn   years   old  .   lucy  ,   when   you   reached   out   a   few   days   ago  ,   i   was   so   shocked   that   i   had   no   words   to   express   how   happy   i   am   that   you   are   back   from   your   hiatus  .  i   always   loved   writing   with   you  ,   talking   ooc  ,   plotting   and   do   like   34234324   aus  ,   simply   because   you   are   such   a   good   writer   and   great   person  .   i   hope   you   are   aware   that  you   glued   yourself   to   me   and   my   blog   with   invisible   glitter   glue   and   are   trapped   forever  .   again  .   i   am   so  ,   so   glad   you   are   back  . @takemetochrch​ oh  ,   of   course   you   wont   be   left   out   here  .   i   think   i   dont   have   to   say   how   much   i   adore   you   and   jack   ? ?   i   am   so   grateful   we   started   writing   and   so   happy   to   have   you   in   my   tumblr   life  .   our   dynamics   -   no   matter   if   its   jack   and   amelia  ,   or   jack   and   castiel   -   warm   my   heart   and   lighten   up   my   dash   so   much  ,   that   i   am   excited   about   every   reply   and   every   edit   that   comes   my   way  .   thank   you   for   writing   all   of   this   with   me  ,   for   being   so   loving   and   invested  .   it   means   the   world   to   me  .   you   are   amazing   ! ! and   then   there   are   some   amazing  ,   outstanding   people   on   my   dash   i   wanted   to   mention   as   well  .   simply   because   they   have   been   good   friends  ,   mutuals  ,   inspiring   souls   i   enjoy   seeing   every   time   their   names   pop   up  .   i   love   you   all   to   bits  .   thank   you   for   following   me  ,   writing   with   me  ,   being   so   wonderful  .   i   am   sending   you   all   the   cookies  ,   snowflakes   and   positive   thoughts   for   holidays   and   the   next   year   to   come  .   please   stay   safe  . @soulstcne​  ,   @fcxedbecty​  ,  @conniidel​  ,  @itshellscrown​  ,  @myersbprd​  ,  @seidmadr​  ,  @wxrldkiller​  ,  @alongingwithin​​  ,  @outlawiism​​  ,  @venuscommissions​​  ,  @sicarea​​  ,  @batisms​​  ,  @failedhero​​  ,  @waywardfeathered​​  ,  @willchosen​​  ,  @horrorempathy​​  ,  @crimsonshe​​  ,  @atomiism​​  ,  @icameasiam​​  ,  @sunsymbols​​  ,  @experimcnts​​  ,  @optmstc​​  ,  @timidstrcngth​​  ,  @pepperpxtts​​  ,  @lunelios​​  ,  @thunderbringer​​  ,  @risaen​​  ,  @unsnare​​  ,  @viividpurity​​ and   everyone   else   who   sees   this  .   merry   christmas  ,   happy   holidays  .   thank   you   for   existing  .

Actually on that note

Since it happened yesterday, if there's one thing that has always helped me get through difficult times, it's this wonderful game called Undertale.

It's 5th anniversary was yesterday, and I attended the concert with @atomi-cat and let's just say, every feeling I had playing that game, making friends and family I never got to have (as I had just escaped from my severely abusive mother and stepfather at the time). I only need to listen to the soundtrack to cheer myself up and remind myself that the friends I made in that game wouldn't want me to do anything bad to myself.

Like...yeah, we all know its a game. They're fictional characters in lines of code. But goddamn if the writing made me attached to them. Especially Toriel and Asgore, OH BOI.

Having someone like Pap constantly believe in me no matter what (even when I tried a Genocide run. I'm sure you can guess where I stopped), or someone like Sans and Alphys to relate so heavily to.

All my life I had been beaten into the ground, being told I was worthless and that I'll never become anything and be a loser, that I messed up constantly and was an overall fuck up...I may not have cried during the bit where the monsters talked about Chara and Asriel, but once I reached Judgement Hall, I broke down into tears. Sans pretty much told me what I'd been needing to hear for 18 years.

It took a while to recover from that.

Of course there's other moments, and Asriel being another character I heavily relate to because in the end, he was a child who was scared by the world he was screwed over by for simply existing and was lashing out.

But this game has really helped bring me out of a dark place, and I was really REALLY far gone at that point.

It's brought a lot of happiness into my life, and I'm glad for a moment I was able to experience that all over again like I did the very first time I picked up that game 5 years ago.

Riserva Naturale di Randello a Scoglitti - Foto di Eugenio

Ho sviluppato una Teoria Quantistica della Felicità. La Natura, che di noi uomini è padrona e vittima, non è una sprecona. Ogni cosa si sviluppa e vive grazie alle piccole entità che la compongono. Ad esempio gli uomini sono costituiti da cellule e queste da atomi. Lo stesso è la felicità. Assumiamo che al mattino tu ti alzi e ti trovi davanti un vassoio di cornetti con ricotta o crema di pistacchio. Poi, già che ci sei, ti fai anche un Makallè, di quelli grandi con tanta crema. Infine prendi un asciugamano e te ne vai in spiaggia a Scoglitti. Ti distendi sulla sabbia calda nel silenzio rotto solo dal vento e dallo sciacquio delle onde. Pensi ai cavoli tuoi e magari ti fa un pezzo di sonno. Poi con calma ti alzi ed entri nell’acqua calda sotto un sole cocente. Ti metti a nuotare tra gli scogli e ti senti come quando da bambino eri dentro la pancia di tua madre. Volteggi nell’acqua leggero e accarezzato dalle correnti calde e ti senti di volare come succede nei sogni quando sei tra le nuvole e le stelle. Ti ridistendi sulla sabbia e incominci a parlare con qualcuno che non sai chi è ma che presto scopri è stato di qua e di là solo per tornare ancora lì, tra le sabbie di Scoglitti, ad osservare il cielo riempirsi di nuvole e lunghe strisce luminose lasciate dagli aerei a ricordare che oltre quella spiaggia c’è un mondo fatto di motori e di aeroporti lontani, per fortuna, molto lontani. Osservi poi lentamente morire il sole, come se fosse un tenore all’ultimo atto e che prima di morire deve cantare la sua romanza più bella. Quando l’ultima fetta di sole scompare vorresti applaudire e chiedere il bis, ma qualcuno ti chiama perchè hanno portato delle triglie la carbonella e la griglia insieme ai calamari e a qualche fetta di pescespada. C’è anche un bottiglione di plastica pieno di vino bianco ed anche se non è un famoso vino, è freddo e sulle triglie sta benissimo. Dopo mangiato qualcuno suona una chitarra e canta il cielo in una stanza, ma tu guardi il cielo e vedi tante stelle che non avevi mai visto nella tua stanza. Qualcuno fa il bagno e tu lo segui perchè nuotare nel buio del mare è come lasciare libera nel cielo la propria anima, come se fosse una stella. A notte alta arrivi nel letto e pensi a tutto quello che quel giorno hai fatto e sommando il Makallè, la spiaggia, il mare, il tramonto e le triglie, capisci che la somma di tutte queste piccole felicità è stata una felicità grande un giorno. Ti addormenti al suono delle cicale mentre le tende della finestra danzano lentamente accompagnate dalla brezza che viene dal mare.

I have developed a Quantum Theory of Happiness. Nature, which is our owner and victim, is not a wasteful. Everything develops and lives thanks to the small entities that compose it. For example, humans are made up of cells and these of atoms. The same is happiness. Let's assume that in the morning you get up and find yourself in front of a tray of croissants with ricotta or pistachio cream. Then, while you're eat it, you also add a Makalle, the big ones with a lot of cream. Finally, take a towel and go to the beach in Scoglitti. You lie down on the warm sand in the silence broken only by the wind and the lapping of the waves. You think about your own cabbages and maybe you get a piece of sleep. Then calmly you get up and enter the hot water under a scorching sun. You start swimming among the rocks and you feel like when you were a child inside your mother's belly. You float in the water light and caressed by the warm currents and you feel like you are flying as it happens in dreams when you are among the clouds and the stars. You lie back on the sand and start talking to someone you don't know who he is but who you soon discover has been here and there only to go back there again, among the sands of Scoglitti, to observe the sky filled with clouds and long strips of light left from planes to remember that beyond that beach there is a world made up of engines and distant airports, fortunately, very far away. Then you watch the sun slowly die, as if it were a tenor in the last act who must sing his most beautiful romance before dying. When the last slice of the sun disappears you would like to applaud and ask for an encore, but someone calls you because they have brought some mullet, charcoal and grill together with squid and a few slices of swordfish. There is also a plastic bottle full of white wine and even if it is not a famous wine, it is cold and looks great on mullets. After eating someone plays a guitar and sings the sky in a room, but you look at the sky and you see so many stars that you have never seen in your room. Someone takes a bath and you follow him because swimming in the dark of the sea is like leaving your soul free in the sky, as if it were a star. At night you arrive in bed and think about everything you did that day and adding up the Makalle, the beach, the sea, the sunset and the mullets, you understand that the sum of all these small happinesses was a great happiness one day. You fall asleep to the sound of cicadas while the window curtains dance slowly accompanied by the breeze coming from the sea.