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snixx · 13 days

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im awake :3

HELLO NARCIS BELOVED PLEASE READ DEAR WENDY IT IS THE MESSY ARO BOOK OF ALL TIME AND I AM IN LOVE I DECIDED TO READ IT INSTEAD OF CALLING ALL MY FRIENDS AT 4AM LMAO

#narcis 🌊#how are you jaan

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siriuslynephilim · 6 months

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ivy i read that fic ivy i LOVED IT WTF where and how did you find it and yes i can be megumi to your yuuji with pleasure

lmao i found it really easily like it was on the first page it's a part of a series and has many works so im going to read all of them

#i think i sorted by kudos and word count > 10k in itadori/megumi tag and excluded sukuna from characters #that's how i found like the 3rd part or something in the series and writer said read first part pehle and i do what ao3 writers tell me #vio love #can i change your tag to vio jaan? would you like that?

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roobylavender · 14 days

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one of the most irritating things about romance readers / viewers to me is that despite the obsession with tropes they never really want to be honest with themselves as to the fact that they like for romance to work in a particular way and when they develop a liking for a relationship that doesn’t work along those predetermined parameters they complain as if the relationship has been undermined in text. like i see this esp in response to tragic or restrained romances where people acknowledge there is palpable chemistry and depth of narrative but nonetheless constantly complain that the relationship gets no promo or the payoff happens too late or the characters are never happy and it’s like.. that’s literally.. the point.. like if you want two people to be instantly happy and not faced with problems and you hate a romantic narrative that edges you to the very end and makes the characters really fight for what they have why are you reading / watching whatever this is. why don’t you make this easier for everyone in the room and go pick something else to fawn over that actually bends to your tastes and will

#looking at the bridge her ton discourse lately and cathony fans boggle my mind #like at this point you guys need to admit you think jonathan and simone are sexy and you wanted to see them play different characters #but also this is something i had earlier in mind with respect to jaan e jahan as well #there is such a fantastic tragic romance being penned there and yet people will not fucking shut up #about how it’s taking way too long for anything favorable to the couple to happen #like that’s the point you bozos it’s TRAGIC they’re not supposed to be immediately happy #morons. Morons #to be deleted

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chappellrroan · 10 months

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maine jise abhi abhi 💥 dekha hai 👀 kaun hai vo anjaani 🤨 vo hai koi Kali 🥀 ya koi Kiran ☀️ ya hai koi kahaani 🧐 usse jitna dekhu 😍 utna sochu 🤔 kya usse Mai keh duu 😈 PRETTY WOMAN 🥰 DEKHO DEKHO NA 🥹 PRETTY WOMAN 😯 DHEO DEO 🎸

ke konsa gaana hai summy 😭😭

#also how are you switching blogs SO FAST #summy jaan

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filmbyjy · 2 years

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me when fever comes on and I remember the song is for sooha:

but then I don’t wanna take it off my playlist because the song is too good😭😭

then I also realise polaroid love, let me in and one in a billion is also part of it

WAIT LET ME COMPILE ALL ENHYPEN SONG FOR SOOHA. GIVE ME A MOMENT

#sooha you will get the death by stabbing to the heart #CLASSICAL VAMPIRE STYLE #JUST LIKE HOW YOUR FRIEND CHRIS DIED #BOOM💥#damn went the personal route #BUT DESERVED #SHE A WHORE🗣️🗣️🗣️#JAAN IS MINE BITCH

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abelllia · 10 months

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I definitely need to relisten to MAG 32: Hive but I want to write an AU where Jane is stopped from becoming an Avatar due to outside intervention. Current idea is Adelard Dekker because he's cool. It would require *some* timeline fudging but it's feasible I think. Reading Jane's wiki reminded me of how...insecure? She was and how desperately she wanted to be loved.

Becoming the Hive was bad for her in the long run but it did give her what she always wanted, an all-consuming "love" that won't abandon her as she had been before. What would happen if that promise had been suddenly taken away from her just as she was about to fall? Would she lash out and seek it again? Would she stay back and fall under another power? Idk. In my mind she would interact more with Adelard Dekker, who seems a kind enough soul and would explain what had nearly happened to her. Hmmm possibilites.

#Adelard might still die in Klanxbüll which would result in Jane's literally one and only friend to die which rip #It might drive her to seek the Corruption again or it might turn her completely against it since it's what nearly got her and what got-#-Adelard.#She could also make a full swing into the Lonely #The Lonely and the Corruption are two sides on the same spectrum you can't change my mind #They're so similar yet apart in some aspects #Anyway akcisufj #Abellrambles #Jane Prentiss #tma #Wait according to wiki we don't really know how old Jane is #She could be middle-aged. I'm not saying this to be ageist but middle-aged women are perceived in a really weird way by a lot of people in #-a way I can't explain. Like there's no well-known male equivalent for the word Karen yknow yknow?#Idk if I'll continue with it but imma think about how Jaane being middle-aged could affect her story #hmmmmm

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mystifiedmess · 1 year

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ok ok ok ash, i hope you’re ready for my HCs—i can’t seem them being as good as u bc u set a high and but i’m gonna give it an honest effort.

1. ambivert leaning towards introvert? u prefer having a smaller group of friends that u can let loose w & u social battery takes time to recharge.

2. not a big fan of alcohol? like—u try it, gives u the ick & the you’ll nurse the same drink for a long time.

3. u were the smart kid in school—slightly overachieving, liked sitting in the front, had the answers type

4. you’re good at like. crafts and stuff? all that DIY stuff—bracelets, jewellery, photo frames idk

5. not a big sports person but swimming is good stuff

6. u have a high pain tolerance (this has to be true bc what u told me about ur tattoo—)

7. ur parents r pretty chill w you and u get a lot of only child benefits but ur also not like. a spoiled brat?

8. a rambler!!! can talk for days about anything & everything, interspersed w so many tangential stories & events

dude you said you don't see them being as high as mine and then having the first one dead on correct is most i didn't study for test but topped class behaviour jsjdh

1- my irl friends have this ratio that is just my speaking and interacting with people is inversely proportional to the no of people. it doesn't matter if these are people i have known all my life. like at max i can stay at my bffs house for 5 hours then i Just start getting the hives and it's too much

2-ohkay so i haven't gotten hammered yet (haven't had the chance, but so far my experience was that i liked it enough, i am cautious with it tho but that's more getting caught by family ke karan wala scene)

3-i wish lmao why do people have this perception (you're definitely not the first) but i was an above average kid till like 10th. i had something of a harry scene like where he's smart but he doesn't have studious habits so it didn't really translate to grades you know. the sitting in first bench thing is slightly true (i want to sit infront at time cause i can't see past my hands without glasses,my eyesight is just the most whack thing)

4- oh yeah this is dead on like i didn't do jwellery but i did make a lot of other creative stuff as a kid loved arts and crafts. I'm that stationary friend even now my pouch is 1/2 kgs 🥲

5-ooh so i love running (like track/relay races and stuff) i love cycling just the feel of being so fast that the wind just kisses your face and you get the temporary relief from heat or the world even becomes blur i love that feeling

also love swimming as well tho but besides that don't like any games that involve balls so you're right in a way

6- yeah you're right about it, even rn i ahve a injury which i thought i was adequately describing to mom but turns out just sayin I'm okay and it's not that bad when it is bad doesn't work who knew 🙃

7- bhai so you're dead on for half that I'm not a spoiled brat (also does anyone else physically get the ick when they have to compliment themselves in any form and even if it's a very true statement)

but while i am an only child. my parents are bihari which idk if you've heard about them but they have a reputation ™

they are the strictest species to be on this planet and that's why i am Machiavellian and just like a liar ™

8- did you by chance speak with my friends cause!!!!!! i get this so so so much i can't be on a topic for more than 5 mins. i could start with history of earth and will somehow reach to the depths of feminism and it's reality in india to some meta discussion about a character

I'm that one friend that's just like- so what topic were we in again

the other friend : which one of these 18 topics are you talking about

over-all dude you've got a pretty good idea about me 🫂

#bhai bhai bhai #so many of tehse are just #so dead on #and yes i have noticed the typo in tag but I'm not gonna go back and change it #writing anything in short is a chore for me #my brain short circuits i can't do it #you know what i would have said ki second is also correct of you had sent this back in November #but i have had an awakening in December in form of liit #i love them so so much #dude the chill parents thing #i will give you an example of how nit chill my dad is #my dad's philosophy is that you shouldn't call/text your friends unless you have work from them #and wo karo and khtm #like #beta dekho mai kahan poore din phone pe laga rhta hun #jab kaam lena h tab text kar leta hun #YEAH DAD CAUSE YOUR FRIENDS ATE YOUR CLIENTS #mine are bitches my age #he's like you went out three months ago abhi jaane ki kya zaroorat hai #so YEAH #fun🥲#also like the aunty whisperer thing is absolutely the best thing to me #me and my friends joke how we are both aunty wishperers to 2 different groups so hamare toh maze h #too much power in these hands #pen tag #studies wise i never applied myself #mom was sick a lot when i was a kid so she couldn't pay attention to me #so hw and shit were just guidelines to me #and i never had a oh so niw we're gonna study for an hour and a half and th3n we'll do this #it was all very I'll study whenever mood strikes

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seherie · 2 years

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MY BUSY AF BABES HOW YA DEALING WITH YA WORDLOAK

I TOOK A THREE DAY BREAK I AM THRIVING i also went book thrifting again today and got some of the coolest stuff holy-

#anyways that was my day #relatively exciting id argue #how are you meri jaan?#the aquana to my seher 🌊

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titlishu · 2 years

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i dont think any person on here period (EVEN LESS any person on anon) has a right to tell you how to live your life or how to have your relationships . youre good ishu . youre *good* . you have done nothing wrong by living your life the way you want to , and no one on the internet has a right to call you a monster for just making the choices you want to .

- micah

GOD THANK U FOR SAYING THAT i love u <33

#also HI MICAH #idk who that anon was but ur right noone except me and whoever i might #be in a relationship with has the right to tell me how to handle my feelings #thank u jaan #you ask and i deliver

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chaithetics · 2 months

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Late Night Mends

Pairing: Kid (Monkey Man) x reader

Word count: 2.1K

Warning: 18+ MDNI, mentions of anxiety, injuries, not a lot of spice, some fluff, not proof/beta read lol, does not contain spoilers for Monkey Man.

Note: Absolutely am in love with Dev Patel, he adores the world and fandom love! Also special mention to my friend @mittos who helped with this prompt/story ideas. Go and see Monkey Man if you haven't already! And if you have go and see it again! Also jaan is a Hindi term of endearment. Also can we take a moment for Dev Patel's side profile?! Comments, and reblogs are always appreciated as well! I hope you enjoy!

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It was late, extremely late. It had been a slow night but it was quickly becoming the latest it had ever been without his tired, bloody presence. It made you uncomfortable how late it was becoming, he never took this long to show up after a big match. You bit your nails as you couldn’t help but think about the possibility of where he was and scarily, what condition he was in.

It was a risky field that Kid was in, especially when he was the losing dog for the overeager, sweaty crowd not to bet on. He took the punches and rarely complained about it, you’d only ever been to one of his fights before and never again. It was too painful to watch, you’d bitten each of your fingernails right down to the beds, and you swore that it gave you a few grey hairs. If you had any, each of them could be traced back to being his fault, you were sure. You loved him, truly adored him, but he certainly knew how to stress you out.

You’re sitting down waiting for him to arrive. You don’t even realise that you’ve put your hand up to your face to bite your nails but now you know that you must’ve as you’ve been subconsciously biting them as you look out the window waiting, lost in your thoughts. You could think and use that as a distraction but no, the more you think or gaze off, the more you think about him, worry about him and overanalyse every little thing to be analysed, including what would need a magnifying glass to do so. You sigh and rub your face tiredly and also as another poor attempt at a distraction to take your mind away from him.

It was a ridiculous thought, nothing could distract you from him, Kid lived rent-free in your mind 24/7, no matter what you did or wanted. And now was his prime time for filling your head.

You rub your face some more and then look up, you can hear the door quietly open and the sound of gentle footsteps start to make their way to you. You look up as you try to glimpse the start of his lean shadow to confirm that he’s really, really, finally here. The light switch turns on as you see his arm stretch out and then he’s standing there in your doorway.

You look up at him as he stands, he just looks at you for a moment. His gorgeous doe-eyes are wide, he looks exhausted and defeated but there’s a small smile on his face as his eyes meet yours. Ever since you’d known Kid, he had always been a man of few words, which seemed to balance out just how expressive his handsome face was. You liked that though, that his eyes truly were the window to his soul. You did like his voice though as well, you’d have no problem with him using it more. Sometimes he would talk though, about his sweet mother, the stories of Hanuman that his mother had told him and that had vividly stuck with and inspired him still.

You quickly take him in, there’s sweat in his hair, a cut in his cheek, and his knuckles are bloody as always. You bite your lip as you look at him, chewing over your words so you don’t come across as either a scolding lover or treating him like a patient.

“Your hands…” You finally say as he steps closer to you and you can see that he made some attempt to cover them with a bit of cloth but the blood is all over his right hand.

“It’s fine.” He says in a soft whisper, his voice is melodic as always but a little hoarse and deep. He looks down at his hand he tries not to flinch when you take his hand and it’s further proof that no, it really isn’t fine. You sigh and move his hand to check his fingers, it causes discomfort but based on the movement you know it’s not broken at least. It was genuinely impressive that he was still alive, still functioning and not just with everything he’d been through as a young boy, but with the amount of beatings he’d taken at the club. That he’d somehow avoided major damage to his body, that his handsome looks were still intact, and also his teeth. That was a big surprise you had to admit.

“Sit down.” You look at him with a look of concern, one that he doesn’t like. “Come on, I’ll clean it up.” You say softly. He runs his right hand, his good hand through his damp but perfect locks and he sighs, sitting down, waiting for you to fix his wounds and to feel your tender touch.

You’d had the first aid kit ready to go, sitting on the floor waiting for his entrance. You always used it, he always needed it. Your medical background certainly helped, some nights you’d crack a joke that that was the only reason why he was with you. The first time you made that joke his eyes widened at first, and he immediately stuttered to try and reassure her that that wasn’t the case. He didn’t realise that it was a joke. You’d kissed him to reassure him and he kissed you back so sweetly. Now when you made the joke he’d just look at you and give you a small, precious chuckle. You just want to make him smile, make him laugh, bring him joy, and make him feel safe. He deserved that at the very least, especially with his gigantic hug.

His hand clearly had taken the worst of it, you hold it gently in yours, and his hand twitches for a moment. He’s spent most of his life being devoid of affection. He craved a gentle touch, to feel seen and safe in the company of another. He’d started to find that with you, in the way you looked at him, how you carefully held his hand in arms when cleaning an injury and wrapping it up. You somehow had never noticed it, he figured it was because of how attentive you were to his injuries, to him, and his lips quirked up into a secret smile you’d miss over the irony of you not noticing this because of how attentive you were being to him.

“You were later than usual.” You say as you clean his bruised and bloodied knuckles.

“I know.” He whispers as he looks up at you, he’s tired but there’s a small smile on his lips as he knows the scolding is incoming, just what degree is it going to be from you tonight, is the question.

“I was worried, my fingernails are almost as bloody as your knuckles because of how much I was biting them.” You say as you try to clean his hand gently, noting how his hand occasionally twitches in response.

“Would’ve been quite a match.” He whispers before he looks at your hands, noticing your nervously bitten nails. His cheeks heat up as he can’t help but feel a little bit of guilt about causing you to worry so, he’s spent so much of his life without someone who cares about him like this. You sigh and roll your eyes at his response.

“You’re going to be the cause of every single grey hair I have in this lifetime.” You say as you treat the knuckle wounds, making sure you’re gentle. “All I do is worry, you spend every night getting beaten, thrown off tables. It’s going to be too much one day. Something will go wrong. Then what?” Kid can’t help but look up at you, it’s a conversation that’s happened more than a few times. “What if it’s your spine or something? I won’t be able to fix that-” “It’s okay. It’s fine. I’m okay, jaan.” He says as he looks up at you, his big brown eyes are widened and he’s looking at you with his sad puppy dog eyes, he feels bad for making you worry so much.

You sigh, biting your lip as you try to stop yourself from saying anything else. He’s too sweet and so you nod and finish cleaning and bandaging everything. After a moment, you cup his cheek as you look at his warm eyes and you go to get him some water to drink. He watches you and continues to as he drinks the water. You two have become quite good at playing a game of watching each other, almost like it’s a sport to observe the other.

He looks at you, tilting his head which tousles the gorgeous locks he has a little. You sigh and run a hand through his soft brown curls, damp with sweat but somehow miraculously not blood. His hair has always been absolutely perfect. You feel bad for essentially venting your anxieties at him right as he’s come from a long night of work at the club.

“I only scold because I care.” You say but you’re not sure if it’s him or yourself that you’re trying to convince more as you say the words, but it’s true technically. “It’s a form of doting really.” You say as you look at him as he adjusts in his seated position, looking up at you with his wide, doe-eyed orbs. Even if it was a form of doting, you could never stay mad at him for long when having to look into those gorgeous eyes. They’d melt away any troubles and you’re sure if awards were given out for best brown eyes, he’d win. You hated that he did this, that this was how he had to get by. That he had to take these awful, unhealthy beatings but you love him anyway.

He was freshly bandaged now, he moved his hand up and Kid started to slowly caress your cheek, he traced some invisible line so gently with the pads of his fingertips as he looked at you. His doe eyes were filled with adoration and peacefulness as he concentrated on your beauty. You let him, it was soothing and sweet and you had no reason to even consider stopping this. You were his and he was yours.

Your eyes glance down at his fingers, and then you put a hand up to cup his cheek and look into the most beautiful eyes you could ever imagine seeing. After he feels your touch his eyes quickly close and he inhales. He isn’t sure if he’ll ever get used to the feeling of your fingers on his face, of how your hair feels against his skin, or your breath, but he knows for sure, that he’ll at least never tire of it.

His fingers glide down do your mouth and he traces your lips as he looks at them. He tilts his head and before he can even move, you’ve moved your head to press your lips together. There’s something about how gentle his hands are with you, how they feel even after everything that has happened to him and that he does. How it just takes a glance at you for him to melt into a puddle.

You put your hand back into his hair and run it through his curls as he kisses you back and the kiss deepens almost immediately. He cups your cheek gently as your lips move together in sync and you can’t help but start to tug his locks a little and his hand moves to your waist to hold you close against him. You continue to play and tug his hair as his lips move down your chin and jaw and he kisses your neck. You gasp out and tug on his hair a bit more as you feel his breath tickle your throat between his passionate kisses. You struggle to not let out a giggle as he does this and you feel your cheeks heating up as you tilt your head back so your neck is as exposed as possible for him while he kisses your throat and makes his way to your collarbone.

He always gets like this, and so quickly. He just needs a little touch, the reassurance of you being there and he feels an all-consuming need to make up for the years of loneliness, the lack of affection, the lack of physical contact outside of a fight he was guaranteed to lose. He has you in his arms and it’s something right for once, if it was a game this would be a victory, some kind of peace.

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