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inmyfxith · 1 year

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Finding our way home

Pairing: Neteyam x reader

Summary: Neteyam and you, a skilled warrior and hunter, have been together for years and are deeply in love. However, your happiness is threatened when you are chosen to participate in a rite of passage that will take you far away from Neteyam for an extended period of time.

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Neteyam and you had been inseparable for as long as you could remember. From the moment you had laid eyes on each other, you had known that you were meant to be together.

Now, as you sat in your favorite spot by the river, watching the sun set over the majestic trees of Pandora, Neteyam couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

"What's wrong, my love?" you asked, sensing the turmoil in Neteyam's mind.

"I'm just worried about you," Neteyam admitted, taking your hand in his. "You leave for your rite of passage in a week, and I'm not sure I can bear the thought of being away from you for so long."

You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder. "I know it will be hard, but we have been preparing for this moment for years. I will do my best to honor my ancestors and return to you as soon as I can."

Neteyam sighed. He knew that you were right. As the princess of your tribe, you had a duty to fulfill. But that didn't make the thought of being apart any easier to bear.

"I want to go with you," Neteyam blurted out before he could stop himself.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "You can't be serious," you answered. "The rite of passage is a sacred tradition, reserved for members of my tribe."

"I know that," Neteyam said. "But I can't stand the thought of being away from you for so long. I want to be there for you, to support you and help you through whatever challenges you may face."

You looked at him with a mixture of affection and concern. "Neteyam, I appreciate your devotion, but this journey is not for outsiders. It will be difficult enough for me to prove myself to my tribe. If you came with me, it would only make things harder for both of us."

Neteyam had always respected the traditions of your people and didn't want to cause any trouble. But the thought of being apart from you for so long was almost unbearable.

"Please, Y/N," he begged. "I'll do anything to stay by your side. I'll work hard and prove myself to your tribe. I'll show them that I am worthy of your love."

You looked at him with a sad smile. "I know you would do anything for me, Neteyam. And that's why I can't let you come with me. This journey is not about proving ourselves to others. It's about discovering who we are and what we are capable of. I need to do this on my own, without the distractions of someone I love."

Neteyam nodded, his heart heavy with sadness. He knew that you were right, but that didn't make the thought of being apart any easier to bear.

As the days passed, Neteyam did everything he could to prepare you for your journey. He helped you pack your supplies and sharpen your weapons. He listened as you talked about your fears and doubts, and he did his best to reassure you.

And when the day of your departure finally arrived, Neteyam stood by your side, holding your hand as you said goodbye to your family and friends.

"I'll miss you," Neteyam said, his voice choked with emotion.

"And I'll miss you," you answered, tears welling up in your eyes. "But I promise to come back to you as soon as I can. And when I do, I will be stronger and wiser than ever before."

Neteyam nodded, trying to hold back his own tears. "I believe in you," he said. "I know you will do great things."

You leaned your forehead against his, and then you were gone, disappearing into the dense jungle foliage with a group of your tribe's bravest warriors.

Neteyam watched you go, his heart heavy with sorrow. He knew that he had to be strong for both of you, to hold down the fort and keep things running smoothly in your absence. But it was hard to do that when he felt like a part of him was missing.

For the next few weeks, Neteyam threw himself into his work, focusing on the tasks at hand and trying not to think about your absence. He worked hard to prove himself to your tribe and to his, showing them that he was a valuable member of the community and worthy of your love.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. It wasn't until you returned, when you came running into his arms, that he realized what it was.

"I'm home," you said, your eyes shining with happiness and pride. "And I couldn't have done it without you, Neteyam. Your love and support gave me the strength to face my fears and overcome them."

Neteyam held you tight, feeling his own strength and determination return. "I'm so proud of you," he whispered. "And I'm so glad you're home."

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Neteyam knew that he had made the right decision. No matter how hard the journey had been, it had brought you closer together than ever before. And as you looked into each other's eyes, you knew that you would face whatever challenges came your way, as long as you had each other by your side.

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tamayula-hl · 2 months

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It's been a long time since I've posted as my daughter and I have both been in bed with the flu and Covid! And once again I apologise for posting an article that is disturbing the atmosphere of HL fandom.

I have discussed the false accusation of trace plagiarism levelled against me with @freewld and have received an apology from her saying that it was a misunderstanding.

I am now deeply relieved that we were able to end the discussion with a result that convinced her of my innocence. If it was a misunderstanding, I am willing to end it all this time. I would like to end this false accusation racket with a discussion with her. I will refrain from mentioning the matter once and for all (unless another disturbing incident occurs), and I hope that you will refrain from further mention of it too. I also do not want any slanderous behaviour, excessive criticism, speculation or falsehoods towards her, so I strongly urge you all to refrain from doing so. (Just in case , I have compiled screenshots and other evidence regarding the defamation of me that I have received in this row, and submitted and consulted with lawyers and others)

She also requested that I make a correction announcement on four points, which I would like to make here.

She said she conducted the survey with the intention of "using it as one reference for the opinions of her followers".

Tamayula's wish was the reason she decided to make the suspicion of plagiarism public.

She did not vote on the survey from multiple accounts to give herself an advantage.

She only made her Twitter account private after the survey was invalidated.

My verified public article was written in Japanese, which I wrote in a very confused and upset state, and translated into English and published at DeepL. Therefore, it was very difficult to understand and there were many phrases that may have led to your misunderstanding. I would like to apologise deeply for the confusion caused to everyone by my misunderstanding and incomprehensible article, and at the same time, I would like to correct it here. Although it has taken me a long time to respond, I have corrected the English text of the article on Tumblr and made it private, and on Twitter, I have deleted the tweet that referred to the survey.

I was very upset by the false accusations that suddenly fell upon me, and I sincerely regret that I repeatedly exposed myself in an emotional and unsightly manner, and that I failed to respond correctly to the incident. I cannot thank enough those who were kind to me and gave me warm words and those who believed in my innocence. I am sorry, but I will refrain from replying to you now, because if I do so, it is likely to cause an uproar again, but your words of encouragement and support, which I received at a time when I was feeling quite emotionally drained, gave me tremendous emotional support, more than you can imagine. Thank you very much. I am deeply grateful.

As for my future creative activities, I plan to continue with both Tumblr and Twitter as they are now. (However, I intend to move at the end of March in my real life and will be very busy for a few months with preparations and my new life, so my activities will be quite low-key for the time being). My interest in HL, Seb and Omi has not changed, and I am still motivated to paint, but in reflecting on the current turmoil, I now realise that I was very easily influenced by other people's creative styles, and that I had a vague idea of what the boundaries of inspiration were. In the future, I will continue to be self-conscious about my own dangerous values and make every effort to correct them, and if I have used a work as a reference, I will clearly state it and do my utmost not to cause trouble for others as an artist.

Finally, I am very sorry for the trouble I have caused to so many people. And to those of you who have been so warm and thoughtful, once again, thank you very much indeed 🙏 I will continue to do my best in drawing from now on!

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kyberblade · 6 months

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Bring You Back (Din x Reader) - Back To You Halloween AU

A/N: You all can blame @fordo-kixed-rex for this. She asked me, “What would happen if there was an AU where the reader in BTY went Darkside?” And I said how dare you here’s what would happen and it went from there. I’ve been sitting on this for months. It’s been torture. The name is based off of a song that just clicked for it, Bring You Back by Gold Brother, LIIV and if you want extra emotional damage, put it on repeat while you read. I am not advising this for health and safety reasons. I’m not to be held responsible for any turmoil this may cause. You do so at your own peril.

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Summary: The Darkside is always a temptation, even at the best of times…. What would happen if you ended up slipping further and further down a dark path? ….A path they couldn’t follow?

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. I know. I’m confusing. Welcome to my brain. Part of the Back To You Universe, so you’ll be kinda confused if you read it on its own, bc spoilers, but it can be read as a stand alone if you want. (Idk where exactly it takes place, but I know it’s after Part 19, sometime before or during TBoBF timeline that will be coming up in the sequel Close To Home.) Mando’a. Arguing. Mentions of saga typical violence. (See how frustratingly vague I was there?) It ends on a brighter note, don’t worry. It’s not all gloom and doom. I couldn’t do that to them. ……or could I? 😈

Word count: 2,326 (I know. What even is this drivel?)

Thank you to @fordo-kixed-rex for the idea and seeing this through from start to finish. And @littlemisspascal and @what-the-heckin-heck for flailing on this with me as it developed. I really appreciate you guys. You make me smile a lot. 😁

Also, stay tuned at the end for some kick ass art by @fordo-kixed-rex. 👀 (You’re not prepared. I’m telling you now. Buckle up, children.)

Xxx

Din POV

It had been little things, at first. Just small things he’d normally not think twice about, but they started to make him take a closer look.

The way you’d look at an enemy.

At him.

His son.

It was icy, glazed over, and distant, yet fiery and ruthless all at the same time. It painted those under its gaze in shades of fear.

Of disdain.

With something close to death.

Din hated that last thought, but he’d been around enough of that in his life to know what it looked like. He knew death intimately. It was a close acquaintance. He’d brushed up against it time and time again, and each time it would kiss his cheek with a promised, soon, as he whispered back, not today.

He wouldn’t pretend to know the workings of the Force. It was still a mystery to him. But he knew you.

And this wasn’t it.

This was something else.

You were shadows. Shadows of what you were. Of yourself. A shell. Something wasn’t right. But like always, Din felt like he was looking at a sun when he’d stare at you for too long, so he could never look long enough to tell exactly what was off. He’d only get lingering impressions, spotted vision that left him open and vulnerable.

A rattled crate here. A broken box there.

A common thief just after a few credits left clutching their throat as the life was choked out of them by an unseen hand; their wide eyes peering over your shoulder, pleading with him through his visor for just an ounce of mercy, an ounce of forgiveness from this…. Hell they had found themselves in.

But what could he do?

It had been made clear time and time again you didn’t listen when he told you what to do. In fact, you came to resent it. I am not a tooka, you would say, he remembered fondly, smiling down at the painting in his hands.

He’d bought it for you once upon a time. A token. A promise. Though unspoken, it was his vow at the time to always make it back to you. Then it had been used as a threat against him, against you, that had propelled this whole adventure into motion. Until….

Now….

Now he looked at the painting that once symbolized home, a dream, and he saw…. A void. Nothing.

He sighed.

If this was the path you truly chose, then he had to choose his own. For the good of the child. Himself. And for you.

He’d confront you somewhere private. Some backwater planet. You’d always wanted to see somewhere green…. He just wished he’d gotten around to it sooner. Maybe then…. Maybe then you’d be happy about this visit, instead of what he expected, which was anger at him.

But he couldn’t keep waiting.

Couldn’t keep putting it off.

Din turned toward the ramp with another sigh. He knew this would break your heart.

He knew because his was already breaking.

Xxx

Normal POV

You looked around at the towering trees, smiling. Off in the distance between mighty boughs, a flicker of light…. Then another…. And another…. “Fireflies!” Despite your voice going up several octaves in excitement, you kept it hushed, hoping to not scare off the insects. But it turned out you didn’t need to worry about your voice, because as soon as you started toward them, they scattered, despite being a whole ships distance away from you.

Cocking your head, you tried to move towards another batch, but they too suddenly disappeared, scattering like the sparks of a dying fire.

Your brows narrowed in confusion as you came to a stop. They’d always swarmed to you, swirling around you in a cloud of light and energy, never had they run from you.

“That’s weird.”

“Maybe they sense it, too.”

You whirled around at Din’s low modulated voice. Once again he’d been able to sneak up on you, not a single bootfall down the ramp giving him away.

Smiling bemusedly at him, you settled your weight easily, head tipping back in question. “What do you mean?” You asked after a moment, turning to give him your full attention.

“Your powers, mesh’la. They’ve changed you.” His voice was low, pained. He stayed near the bottom of the ramp, his weight shifting slightly before he planted his feet and stood resolute, a sigh shrugging his shoulders gently before he went on. “At first I thought that was just the Jedi way, what do I know?” You chuckled softly. “But things have gotten worse. You’re…. You’re different.”

You scoffed, arms coming across your chest as your hip cocked out to the side, head tilting slightly with a sarcastic smirk. “You’re right. What do you know?” The words practically sneered from your lips, and you regretted them the moment they spilled, but you didn’t make a move to take them back.

It was like something had taken over your body, your motions…. Nothing felt entirely like your own, but it also felt so right down to your very bones. It made you shudder slightly at the contradiction warring inside your mind.

Ignoring your slight, Din went on, his weight shifted to one leg. “Fine. Explain it to me.”

Arms going wide, you began to gesture as you spoke, voice raising with each word. “I’m doing this to protect the two of you, Din! I was useless before! Now I’m-“

“Now you’re what?”

“Strong.” Your brow furrowed as you stared up at his visor bravely. Holding his gaze, you never once wavered under its unforgiving stare. “Now I can help.”

“Really?” Din nearly chuckled, gesturing vaguely back toward the ship. “Because Grogu is so scared of you,” he dropped his arm, leaning in closer to you, his voice lowered, “he won’t leave the ship.”

“That’s not-“ you turned around in a circle and realized the kid wasn’t there. “Where is he, Din? You’re hiding him aren’t you? To prove a point.” Looking around once again, you let out an emotionless chuckle. “You stashed him in the bunk, didn’t you?” You started up the ramp. “I told you not to-“

“Don’t.”

You stopped in your tracks, staring blankly ahead toward the opening of the Crest, not really seeing anything in front of you but the white hot anger that began to brew just under your skin. “Excuse me?” If your words were any quieter, you’d not have heard them yourself. Turning to him, you arched a brow.

He stared at you in silence for only a moment before he spoke in a soft, but firm, voice. “Until you sort this out, don’t go back on the ship.”

With a scoff in disbelief, you shifted your weight to your other hip, one hand coming to rest there, and rolled your eyes. “It’s my home, Din.” You chuckled again, your tone still dry and mirthless. “What are you talking about?”

He walked past you up the ramp, turning once he was at the top and hesitantly lifting his hand onto the lever. “Until you sort this out, until you get back to…. You…. It’s not.” His visor fixed squarely on you, Din’s fingers rolled in a procession of indecision along the spine of the metal gripped tightly in his hand, his gloves creaking with the effort in the silence. You stared right back. Met him ounce for ounce. Until…. He pulled down and closed the ramp.

Stumbling backwards as the ship lifted a few feet off the ground, the ramp beginning to close, you fell to the ground with a thump , landing flat on your back. The wind knocked out of you as you stared up at the shrinking form of the Crest, an anger you’d never felt before consumed you, and you reached out one hand, crying out in anguish as you held the ship firmly in place.

Whether it was a cry of pain, emotional or physical, fear, maybe even frustration, you didn’t know. All you knew was you couldn’t let them leave, and whatever it was boiled up and out of your throat as you watched the ship struggle against your hold. The metal moaned and groaned against your pull, the trees surrounding it bowing and bending in the wind from the engines. Limbs began to catch fire from the flames as Din hit the accelerators to try and break free from the phantom grip, but it was no use.

Somehow you made it to your feet, one hand extended to keep the ship held still, tree limbs doused in flames falling to the forest floor with loud thuds all around you. With your other hand, you reached for your saber, not really sure why, but suddenly it was in your hand and ignited as you made your way toward the viewport of the ship.

Stalking around the corner, you stopped short when you saw your reflection in the transparisteel - your eyes had gone yellow and your saber - it had started to bleed. Red streaks were oozing down from the tip, tainting the once brilliant purple glow of balance with the bright red of hate.

Blinking rapidly and shaking your head as you released the ship, you disengaged the blade and threw it to the ground, staring at it as if it had bit you while Din brought the ship back down with a thunk.

The blaze of the fallen branches painted the reflective hull of the Crest in an eerie glow, shadows dancing all around as you curled in on yourself, staring at your saber where it had landed on the forest floor.

Din lowered the ramp and stomped down to you, getting in your face, but didn’t touch you. A deep enough breath would be all it would take to close the distance. You had to crane your neck back to hold the gaze of his visor, your face about to crumble under its weight this time. It’s the first time he’s seen you flinch in a long while. Looking at your reflection in his visor, you see your eyes are back to normal, but that settled next to nothing in your gut. “Let us go, mesh’la.”

“No. I won’t.” Then quieter. “I can’t.”

Din sighed, and you almost smiled at the borderline normal response from the Mandalorian. “Why not?”

Eyes fluttering shut, you willed yourself not to cry. “Because without the two of you, I’ll completely break. And when that happens….. when that happens, you’ll never get me back.” Making your way the few steps to the bottom of the ramp, you sat on it, still looking up at your warped reflection in his visor. It was fitting. Your eyes may be back to normal, but your face…. Your face looked twisted and broken. Exactly how you felt. “I’ll never get back to you.”

Xxx

Shooting up in the small confines of the bunk space of the Crest, you took a sharp breath. Eyes darting all over, familiar blinking lights winking at you in greeting, the thunk under the cargo hold saying hello, and the soft snores of Grogu sawing steadily away in the background….

You jumped as strong, warm arms wound around your waist, the comforting press of a familiar chest leaning into your spine, the prickle of facial hair tickled your shoulder where it softly came to rest as gentle breaths puffed against your cheek….

“Mesh’la….?” A deep voice hummed in question.

A voice you’d know anywhere.

Vocoder or not.

“Sorry,” you breathed. “Bad dream.” Huffing out a laugh, you shook your head gently. “Bad dream.”

“Wanna talk about it?” He sounded like he was already halfway back asleep.

Turning your head to look at his profile in the low light of the bunk, you smiled softly as your eyes flicked over his face. “No, cyare.” Reaching a hand up to cup his cheek, you pulled him into you for a soft kiss. “Thank you. I’ll be fine. Nuhoy.” (“Beloved.”) (“Sleep.”)

As he pulled you back down toward the bedroll with him, your face melted into something a bit more contemplative.

It hadn’t been just a dream.

It had been a warning.

Slipping from the bunk once Din’s breaths had evened out, you walked over to where your belt hung by the fresher. Taking the saber from the belt, you glanced over to the open bunk, your expression tight, and closed the door with a wave of your hand.

Dismantling it down to the kyber inside, you breathed a sigh of relief when the crystal winked at you in the low light, unblemished. It’s purple hue completely unmarred from the ugly red it’d had in your dream.

After you reassembled the hilt, you ignited the blade and relaxed your shoulders further when the cargo hold was illuminated in the soft purple glow.

You stared at the blade for a moment, getting lost in the sea of silence hyperspace surrounded you with.

Careful.

Be mindful, little one.

I sense much fear in you….

“Not right now, kyber blade,” you mumbled to yourself as you addressed the saber. “Now it’s time for sleep. Not time for voices.” Disengaging the blade, you clipped it back to your belt before making your way back into the bunk. “I couldn’t get a blue crystal. Or green. No. I had to get a wise ass purple one. The universe is testing me. Literally.”

Luke had told you to be careful, as well.

Maybe you needed to listen.

But this was a problem for the morning.

For now, you needed to do nothing but settle into the arms of your Mandalorian and rest.

But come morning…. Come morning, things were going to happen.

And you knew you would do whatever you needed to do to protect your family, your aliit.

Your clan of three.

Whatever it took, no matter how far you had to go….

You would always find a way to bring them back to you.

Xxx

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a-rat-dressed-like-a-bee · 21 days

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Space.

He's lying beside me. On his back. Keeping his hands to himself.

Eyes upturned. I've stopped talking about my day. I don't think he has noticed.

Like a listener, he is quiet. Perhaps he is still listening. But not to me.

He is elsewhere. He is in her arms. His eyes gazing into their past. His past with her.

Ears are taking in what she's saying.

I wonder which memory has his attention. The time she kissed him first. His first kiss. The time she danced with him in the rain. The only time he ever danced. The time she took him home. To the silence of her room after the disquiet of forks on plates and small talk with family.

He has never met my mother. Still keeps in touch with hers.

Perhaps it is a different memory I'd never know.

I wish he would come back to me. He's been gone since he heard the news from a friend. She lies in a lonely colourless room. Terminally ill. A part of him lies with her. About to be lost forever.

He hates me now. I think. He doesn't look at me anymore. Perhaps he sees in me the reasons for him not talking to her. Him deleting their chats. Their photos.

I erased her much before the illness got to her. He hates me.

I am the cancer that ate away at a cherished past. He hates me.

I wish he didn't hate me so much. Little does he know that I would swap myself with her. Gladly be the one dying.

It would be quicker than the death he causes me now. Breaking my heart by going away from me. Taking away any love he had for me.

She has all his love again. I have nothing.

Sorry what were you saying? Nothing baby. Nothing important. I was just talking about my day. Boring stuff. You go to sleep now. Go back to your dreams. I feel hot. Do you mind if I sleep on the edge?

Surely not. More space for her.

The one you've never stopped loving.

I wasn't sure what to call it, "More space for her," or just simply "Space." Settled with the latter for now. It's a purely fictional poem I wrote after reading "Revolving Days" by David Malouf, when a wave of sadness had hit me. It is mainly about lovers growing apart because one of them is depressed due to the knowledge of a former partner's deteriorating health. I wanted the speaker of the poem to be the other partner so that I could chiefly explore the emotional turmoil of the present lover in the poem. They can do nothing but try to be understanding of the partner's depression and give them the space they need, while preparing themselves to face a more permanent space (an irreversible damage to their current relationship).

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lnights · 2 months

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Ok thoughts on the new album.

TLDR: I really like it! I would put it above LOTSAD. I think Phobia is my favorite

Me examining it like a sample in a petri dish below:

There are some similar things between EE and LOTSAD but to me it's almost like two sides of the same coin.

For example Glory for the Greedy and Not Your Bro have the same theme of people trying to act different once they started to get more popular.

While Glory was more about the corporate side, labels and producers and such that had rejected them before and then wanted to get a cut while they gleefully rejected them in turn now.

I have always supported your band" You haven't? Our last chat you were saying "ditch the rapper" "I believed in your vision" Hmm, no you didn't? You told us to lose the guitars and sing in Finnish "You're gonna be a big band, I always knew" Shut the fuck up man, no thanks to you "Prepare getting sued" Well prepare to fucking lose We ain't giving away percentages for work you didn't do

Not Your Bro is more the personal side of things.

When are we gonna hang, bro? It must be crazy touring with the band, bro Let me know if you ever need a hand, bro What can I say I'll return the favor, I'm returning the fear Your apologies only hurting my ears Call me a brother once again And I swear You'll disappear

And that theme stayed in my mind the whole album, where LOTSAD was triumphant to almost an annoying degree (I still liked it tbh) Exit Emotions is showing more of the turmoil that comes from the grind they've been putting themselves through. I think at this point we've all read or heard from them how there's been days they've been up for over 24 hours, that they were literally recording the album in hotel rooms between shows. I personally am a little haunted by the live where Niko explained that they weren't supposed to have such a packed tour schedule last year while recording the album but things just kind of happened, and Joel, Joonas, and Aleksi were just quiet but had this look of defeat on their faces. And one of them saying later that they were scared to listen to the album because they were so sleep deprived when they were recording it... Bros need a fucking break.

But back to the album, I have to admit I expected Wolves in California to be an absolute cringe fest and it was to a degree, but for as much as they've been trying to break into the American market I kind of love that the song was more talking about Finland and how they don't necessarily feel steady in the US.

The night is darkest just before the dawn But where I'm from the sun don't rise at all Damn you, now I need someone to shout at Damn you, now I need someone to shout at Damn you, now I need someone to shout We don't belong here We don't belong here, no Everybody tried to warn ya Now there's wolves in California

Yes it talks about conquering too but I digress.

Where's the Exit

Screaming rap goblin Niko my beloved, keep it up you sad clown. But again, a contrast from LOTSAD:

This life is what you fake it And everybody has a deathwish True tell me where's the exit

Red Tail Lights vs Don't Fix Me

From say Balboa that talked about getting up again and again against the odds and not giving up.

Both songs scream Joel to me, I don't know if it was him turning 30 or what but we went from Don't fix me:

Don't fix me Let me bleed out, leave me open No, don't fix me Maybe I was born to be broken I'm dead inside And it's alright (And it's alright) So don't fix me (Don't fix me) Don't fix me

Saying yeah I'm broken but it's who I am to Red Tail Lights:

I'm rolling rolling rolling rolling with the punches I need the beating 'cause there's nothing under my chest Here's something to digest

And

On the run, on the run, running from my heart Red tail lights is all I've got

I get the impression of yeah this is who I am, but there seems to be regret now, a different tone.

Autopsy and Phobia both funky little songs talking about fears. 10/10 no notes

Keeping it Surreal sounds more inline with Violent Pop or Blood Brothers to me, and that's giving me hope we'll get more songs like that when they inevitably make another album, hopefully in a year and not in like 6 months.

XOXO, I just loved it, I like From Ashes to New and hearing Matti and Danny and Joona on the song? Wonderful.

Of course we have the singles too:

Flatline is catchy and I've always enjoyed, dorky little dance aside.

Happy Doomsday, meh. It's better live but it has started to grow on me.

Deadzone, cringy but their brand of cringy, I do enjoy it.

Die Another Day, somebody correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Feel Nothing and Bad Idea from the same event in Niko's life that inspired Die Another Day? He had a lot of pain from that. Love all three of those songs.

But also fascinating looking at the progression between the three: Feel Nothing, still in the pits of despair and numb to the pain.

Bad Idea, internalizing the fallout and admitting things that went wrong

Die Another Day, trying to pull yourself out of that pit

Then we have our final song, One Last Time... Again.

Holy hell it's a tone shift from Thank You for the Pain, where TYFTP was all about their rise to fame and leaning to deal withit, One Last Time... Again speaks more to accepting things will never be the same and is a lot more driven then TYFTP.

But ffs, they need to stop putting fillers at the end of their albums.

#god that was longer then i meant it to be #i had a lot of thoughts to get out #im an awkward 🦇#blind channel

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ashland-frost · 2 months

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Straightforwardness

Sebastian x Frost

Beginning 6th year @ hogwarts

Sebastian's 5th year proved to be the most challenging one yet. Fueled by an unwavering determination to find a cure for his sister, he found himself caught between the warnings of his best friend about the dangers of dark arts. Amidst all this, a new student managed to find a special place in his heart. It was a year filled with countless events - he even found himself succumbing to anger and fear, leading to the unfortunate demise of his uncle. His best friend struggled to define their friendship, while his sister, after burying their uncle, couldn't look at him the same way anymore. And to add to the turmoil, his newfound friend contemplated sending him to Azkaban, but ultimately decided against it. As the summer before his 6th year approached, tragedy struck again, leaving Sebastian shattered, his sister Anne finally succumbed to the curse and died. However, he resolved to conceal his pain and put on a brave face.

As the new term commences, whispers about Sebastian's sister have already started circulating. People approach him with sympathetic apologies, but he has grown weary of hearing those words. "I'm sorry" seems meaningless now, as the damage has already been done and cannot be undone. Sebastian feels the need to apologize, but those who should hear it are not present. In such a situation, what can he possibly do?

Ominis and Sebastian are seated on the grass in the courtyard, discussing their preparations for the transfiguration class. Suddenly, a group of girls passes by, giggling and spreading rumors about Paris and Garreth going on a date in Hogsmeade. The girls express their surprise, as they believed Paris had feelings for Sebastian. One of them remarks, "I thought she had a crush on Sebastian," while another adds, "Yeah, poor Sebastian. I think he likes her. Just wait until he finds out... oh!" The girls abruptly stop and fall silent as they notice Sebastian's intense gaze fixed upon them.

Sebastian's voice lacked any hint of emotion as he addressed the group of ladies. "Please, don't let me interrupt your captivating conversation. I'm quite intrigued by the way my name seems to be on the tip of your tongues." His eyes, however, betrayed his true feelings. They were filled with a mixture of disappointment and displeasure. The girls, too frightened to respond, hastily made their exit, with Sebastian's gaze following their every move. He reclined back on the wall, shutting his book with a heavy sigh.

Ominis, concerned for his friend, couldn't help but address Sebastian. "Sebastian, I understand that now might not be the best time to ask if you're alright, but I can't help but worry. Are you alright?" Ominis knew that Sebastian had developed a fondness for Paris ever since she joined Hogwarts last year. He hoped that whatever had transpired wouldn't cause too much distress for his friend.

Gazing up at the sky, his expression inscrutable, he murmured, "I'm not sure... I really don't know." His fingers absentmindedly traced over the pages of his textbook, devoid of any motivation to continue studying. "I thought she felt the same way about me."

"I had the same impression, but she's quite impatient by nature. Maybe she's uncertain about your feelings towards her? I'm not exactly the best person to give relationship advice," Ominis admitted, feeling at a loss for words to comfort his friend.

"Well, if that's the case, then maybe she's not willing to wait for someone like me," his friend's voice was tinged with sadness, and Ominis could sense the hurt in his words.

Meanwhile in hogsmeade

"What the fuck am I seeing?" Frost asks, gazing at Garreth and Sebastian in various spots around Paris. "Ain't that bitch with Sebastian?"

"For Merlin's sake, Frost, watch your language!" Constance scolds.

Frost clicks her tongue. "So... are they a couple now?"

"Maybe? It certainly seems that way," Constance replies, glancing at the pair enjoying their date.

"Do you think I have a chance with Sallow now?" Frost inquires.

"You really don't waste any time, do you?" Constance chuckles.

“Nah not about it, Sallow is hot as fuck, did you see how much taller he is, those broad shoulders.. I wanna wrap my legs around them and pull on his hair” Frost bits her lips at the thought

“What is wrong with you…” she looks at her friend with concern

“Ahhh.. he's gonna be so crushed, look at them partially fucking” watching Garreth kiss Paris

“Frost!”

“What?”

“Please tell me your not about to talk to Sebastian that way”

Frost pouts slightly “ you crazy? I might scare him off, but it would be nice if he ends up liking my .. straightforwardness”

“Yeah.. straightforwardness is what we'll call it”

Evening

Sebastian stands solemnly by the weeping lovers statue, gazing at the rippling water.

“Interesting sight, huh?” Frost remarks, observing Sebastian's solitude.

“Do you plan on approaching him?”

“Right this instant?”

“what happened to no time wasted?”

“Alright, give me a moment,” she inhales deeply, then crouches down and stretches.

“What's with the dramatics? This isn't a duel.”

“Easy for you to say!”

Constance chuckles and playfully shoves her friend. “Good luck, and watch your tongue, don't scare the poor guy,” she teases before scampering off.

Frost let out a frustrated sigh and muttered, "Oh, fuck!" She then approached Sebastian, tilting her head up to look at him.

Sebastian's eyes shifted to see who was getting too close to him, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her. Her eyes were so bright and captivating, impossible to miss. "Can I help you?" he asked, curiously

Clearing her throat, Frost replied, "Actually, it is I who is here to help this little snake. He seems quite down, and this birdie wants to lend a hand."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly will this birdie help the snake? Besides, this snake is much bigger than this tiny little birdie."

"You know, birds eat snakes," Frost retorted.

Sebastian smirked. "And snakes eat small birds. So, what's your point?"

Frost's eyes narrowed, and she snapped back, "I'm not that small! You fucking anaconda!"

Sebastian was taken aback by her boldness, and he burst into laughter, clutching his sides. This made Frost pout. "I thought you wanted to help, not insult me, If I'm an anaconda, then I suppose that makes you a snow fairy, those cute little round balls," he teased, leaning down with a mischievous smirk on his face. It seemed their banter had lightened his mood considerably.

“You're lucky I like those birds but don't call me a round ball feels odd, and yes I was trying to make you feel better with all the things you been though and .. umm”

“And Paris going on a date with Garreth as everyone keeps talking about because they thought we were going to date? Is that it? Were you going to tell me sorry for my dead sister as well and the girl you like going out with someone else” he's face bearing a hint of annoyance it was always the same thing these days. Though he wasn't ready for her answer.

“Uhh well yeah sorry about Anne, she was a pretty awesome girl, but fuck Paris, I was gonna tell you, you're hot as fuck, you devilishly handsome fellow and you don't need that heifer” Frost relaized he had been cursing and Constance literally told her not to. Looking up at Sebastian's face she wasn't sure what expression he was making, but the corners of his mouth perked up into a smile.

“You sure curse like a sailor”

“Ah.. yeah sorry bout that”

“It's alright I rather like your … straightforwardness”

“Yeah that what we'll call it”

It was silent between them for a moment as they stared at each other.

“Well.. I was going to be all polite and stuff but that didn't work so, argh I'll just give you some advice.. not that I really want to but I'll say two things”

He raises a brow “ alright let's have it”

“One, don't fancy this option it's not in my best interest but, just confess you like the heifer and don't mind Garreth.. I'm sure she likes you and your far better than him”

“Mmmh you don't like gingers?”

“Oh no,.. your voice is just hundred times more pleasant to my ear”

“I see, and the second bit of advice?” he chuckled and stared at her curiously

“Second.. forget her and find someone that will wait for you”

That was somehow he didn't expect to hear from anyone “ that will wait for me?” He says low

She feels embarrassed her eyes dart around and then go back to him “ yeah wait for you, you just lost your sister over the summer and I could see even before, last year you were a bit of a mess, I feel if she really likes you she'd wait for you or at the very least confirm your feelings for each first before cuddling up to another guy..I don't mean to over step as we don't talk much but those are my thoughts”

Sebastian turns and leans with his back fully on the wall, he's silent with his arms folded lost in thought, Frost waits patiently fiddling with her fingers.

He looks back at her “ thank you”

“You're… welcome” she says softly

The bell rings for signaling time for dinner.

He moves from the wall “guess it's dinner time, and I suppose I'll take your advice, see you around little snow fairy” he walks away

“Wait! One or Two?” She yells

He laughs still walking off “ you'll find out soon enough”

“Soon enough my arse, I have no patience for shit.. fuckk” Frost makes her way to the Great Hall for dinner running into Constance “so how did it go?”

“Well?” she says Reluctantly

“you cursed, didn't you?”

“yup”

“how much are we talking ?”

“I called him a fucking anaconda and called Paris a heifer..”

“... what did he say?”

“he laughed.. he laughed and said he liked my straightforwardness”

“Well fuck”

“language Conny!”

“oh stuff it!” They both laughed.

Sitting at the Ravenclaw table the two girls talked and laughed. Constance felt like someone was looking at them, she saw Sebastian staring at Frost which made her giggle, her friend finally got the attention of her crush and hopes it's not just a one time thing.

“What are you giggling about, Conny?”

“Eat your food and vegetables too”

“Ugh.. seriously what are you? Just look at these green things .. it's too bitter”

“Thought you liked green things” she smirks

“.... no comment”

At the Slytherin table

“Do tell me what has caught your attention so much that you are not listening to my amazing voice, is it still about earlier or is it something else?” askes Ominis

“A bit of both I believe, I had an interesting conversation with a little bird that curses like crazy”

“Ah that would be Ash Frost I take it, she's good for a laugh, did she confess her undying love for you?”

“Her what?”

“Oh.. so no then, though she would, poor girl's been head over heels for you for awhile”

“How do you know that?”

“Sebastian, it's me, I know everything that happens here, Gossip Gaunt hello!”

“You're unbelievable, you sure she likes me?”

“Mm? Did she actually manage to get your attention?”

“Why do you say it like that?”

“Because Sebastian Sallow, I don't think you really know yourself well, your a friendly guy but you always keep a wall up .. even with me, I was surprised how well you got along with Paris so quickly but now you two barely talk”

“A Lot has happened..”

“I know that, I do. Just be careful getting along too quickly with someone again.. though I'm fine if it's her”

“You're fine with Frost, why?”

“Talk to her more and you'll see, you too are very much alike, she's just very well naughty is probably a nice way to put it”

“She gets in trouble?”

“No her mouth just says whatever she thinks and I'm sure you'd be surprised by what she says about you”

“Oh you mean like.. oh! Yeah I can see that”

“So what did you talk about with her?”

“Well.. she told me to either tell Paris how I feel or in her words fuck that heifer and find someone else”

Ominis spat out his tea “ Bloody hell.. you should marry her”

“Ominis!”

‘What, listen Sallow any person that truly cares for you will tell you want you need to hear and the fact that she likes you but still tells you to confess to another is amazing, I would never”

“Yeah.. she's something”

“Indeed, now eat your chicken you haven't taken one bite”

“you're blind how do you know and I'm not in the mood for it”

“You sure, aren't birds your thing now?”

“Fuck you”

“Oh she's rubbing off on you already”

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turtlebros4u · 1 year

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TMNT Bayverse Boys x Reader: Hands on their weapons (3\4)

SFW Fluff

TW: Emotional Turmoil/Anxiety?

I'm saving my favorite for last, so here we go it's Leo time. These stories just kinda go wherever they want once I start so it's not exactly where I thought it would be but I still like it a lot.

Prompt: What would each of the brothers do if you picked up their weapons out of curiosity?

Leo

"Splinter?" You ask from the barstool behind the counter, cheek resting against your hand.

"Yes, my child?" He responds without looking up from his tea preparation.

"How-" you trail off not entirely sure how to phrase the question. The words escape you, and your face twists as you reach for the meaning.

You take a breath and try again, "how do you balance between being proud of how you've influenced the boys to be their best self without getting anxious that you might have caused them harm in the process or that you might mess up and hurt them again?"

Splinter gives a thoughtful hum. You watch him pour three mugs of tea.

He is quiet for another minute as he warms his digits on the now full mug. You worry you've asked too difficult of a question and open your mouth to just tell him to forget it, but he answers before you can announce your defeat.

"I worry much about my sons. But when I am in their precense it is easy to feel more pride than worry.....It was not always that way, I worried much when they were younger." He pauses and lifts his eyes from the mug to you. "To prevent them from picking up on my fear of being a poor father, I created a habit of being anxious about them when I am alone. I learned to meditate to bring myself peace from those worries."

He looks back down at his tea, "At times I even worry that in my attempt to protect them from my own insecurities I set a poor example for them. I did not show them how to acknowledge, let alone manage, their insecurities. But," he said with a more positive tone, "that is the weight a father carries. And my meditation does me well."

Your eyes also drop to the two mugs of hot tea in front of you. You feel empathy for the old rat, it was easy to forget that he is not always stoic and full of helpful proverbs. You suppose maybe you'd only seen him at his best, in front of his sons he is respected, prideful, confident as a sensei and reserved, thoughtful and a bit of a jokester as a father.

You wonder how many times you'd seen him meditating or doing chores or just wandering the liar silently and how he might be fighting his own demons even if he didn't look like it.

"I suppose I should focus on my meditation then," you say trying not to sound dissatisfied with his answer, considering how he shared such an honest one.

"And why is that?" the old rat asks.

You glance up at him in confusion. Didn't he just tell you that meditation helps? "Uh...to help with my anxieties about my influence on the boys, I really like being around them but I'm worried I might not always be doing or saying the right things and I-"

Splinter places a hand on your shoulder and chuckles, again your eyes plead for answers. "My child," he says softly, "I have already made my choices. You are not their father and they are not so young anymore. You have an opportunity to choose. Show my sons your anxieties, tell them how they worry you, and perhaps then you may teach my sons something that I cannot."

You consider what he means. You imagine telling the turtles whom you admire so much that sometimes they scare you, or worry you, or that you worry you'll hurt them because you feel you put them in more danger. This gives you more anxiety.

"Do not make decisions over cold tea, " Splinter warns with a gentle smile before shuffling off.

You take a breath and both cups of tea in your hands. Splinter was right, you'll have your tea with Leo and maybe his blue eyes and cool confidence would calm your nerves.

You make your way into the dojo, Leo has his back to you, legs crossed and meditating as you quietly set the tea down at the usual small table in the corner. You don't seem to have made any noise and were glad not to disturb him. At the least this proves he wasn't a mind reader else he would be assaulted by the noise of your anxious thoughts. You sit down gently on the cushion and wait for him to complete his meditation while the tea cools to a drinkable temperature.

You close your eyes and try to calm yourself but you thoughts race. That voice in your head telling you that you aren't good enough pipes up again. Your shoulders droop from the weight you feel on your heart.

You open your eyes and look towards Leo. You felt a twinge of serenity as you did so. He didn't move, but he looked so steady, so peaceful, like an oasis to you. You wonder if he knew you were there. He always knew, you haven't yet been able to fool him. Feeling the trickle of calm from his direction, you stand and walk quietly towards him.

With every step you soak in his perfectly poised figure. You move slowly each step bringing you deeper into the trance he must know he has on you.

You are less than a foot away from him, from the katanas sheathed against his shell.

You look at him. His chest rising slowly and deliberately with each controlled breath. He remains unmoved. There's no way he doesn't know you are there, right?

You can see the knicks in his shell glint in the light. Even some of the subtle scars on his shoulders that you only know are there because he showed you.

You study the knot at the back of his head where his mask ties. It looks so deliberate. He wears it so intentionally.

You come back to your senses, you have been standing behind him for some time now and you feel awkward, standing here silently, watching him. Kind of creepy even for you. You can't just say something now though or he'd know you were there the whole time.

A shimmer catches your eye of the katana in its sheath. You don't realize it but you don't feel anxious anymore. You feel braver and more confident and begin to wonder if you could unsheath one of his swords without him knowing.

Deciding to play your presence off as a prank, you reach to grab the handle, remaining as steady as possible so as not to alert him.

Your heart rate rises, but is not anxiety now, it's adrenaline, it's definitely too late now to say anything. You pause a moment to see if he notices you've grabbed hold of the handle.

He remains still.

You slowly begin to extract the sword. It's heavier than you expected but not unwieldy. It feels like an eternity of slow motion movement. The katana feels like it's never ending.

Halfway through you add a second hand for the weight and keep pulling. You see it begin to sharpen to the point and stifle a sigh of relief.

You were glad for its balanced weight, even with it being made for Leo's larger proportions it was not difficult to handle.

Feeling confident and powerful holding one of the the fearless leader's swords in your hands, you aren't really sure what to do with it now.

You can see your reflection in the blade. This sparks an idea and with both hands grasping tightly to the handle, you lower it over his shoulder and into his view to finally make your presence known.

You lower it until you can see his a sliver of his reflection in the shiny steel. His eyes are closed, he looked so focused you almost felt bad for even considering disturbing him.

But he was so entrancing that you could stand there staring fore-

You can't even finish the thought before you find your feet swept out from under you. You scream and close your eyes reflexively as you feel gravity take hold and you begin to fall.

You don't even make it halfway to the ground before a strong arm catches you behind the shoulders and your thighs come to rest across one of his.

You open your eyes and find yourself staring directly up into Leo's piercing blue ones. You gulp. All your confident resolve has been shattered away.

He has his other hand firmly wrapped around your fists still holding his katana.

"Planning to usurp me, hm?" He says, challenge in his eyes.

"No!" You squeak shrinking back as far as his strong forarm would let you.

"I bet you think you could lead my brothers twice as well as I can." He says playfully.

"No not at all!" You squeak again, feeling guilty and regretful. You look away from him.

"What?" He chuckles. His demeanor softening as sees you aren't playing around and seem genuinely troubled.

"I couldn't lead them half as well as you, even if Splinter trained me. I wouldn't even know where to start." You mumble, your hands shaking against his and your breaths unsteady.

Leo gently takes the katana from your hands and sets it aside. He then stands you up, and on his knees he hugs you. His face nuzzling your collarbone. "Hey, I was only teasing you. I didn't think you were actually trying to usurp me."

Your shakily wrapped around his neck. His strong arms gently pressed your body to his. You held back tears, he was so amazing all the time, and you...well you were just a mess most of the time.

"I don't think it would be so bad if you did usurp me. You were strong and confident when you took my katana. I was amazing that you'd gotten that close without me noticing."

So you did do it? How? Did he really not know? He wouldn't lie, he never lies, right? But would he lie now for you?

"You definitely would deserve to usurp me, because who else would get my baby bro to clean anything more than once a month?"

You giggled remembering how horrible Michaelangelo's room was the first time you'd seen it. And now it's tidy and the liar in general had much fewer pizza boxes and soda cans around.

Leo leaned back and smiled softly.

"Oh your tea!" You croak and look back to the corner where the two mugs have since stopped steaming.

Leo looks over towards the table, "Mmm you always bring me the best tea."

"But Splinter's the one who brewed it." You argue.

Leo let's you go careful to make sure you are steady before he stands to move towards the tea. "Yeah but it's always better when you are here. So it must be somethinng about you."

Your eyes water slightly with those words. There's so many confusing feelings right now, you can't make up from down. You follow him, sitting across from him at the small table on your usual cushion.

You reach for your mug to sip your tea without saying anything else.

It's gone cold.

Ypur heart sinks, Leo's must also be cold.

You glance up expecting him to grimace, but he sips it no differently than he always does every Sunday you hand tea together. The same soft smile coming to his lips after each sip. "What's wrong? You seem off today, surprisingly sneaky, but still off."

You look back down at your tea not finding much appetite for it. You take a breath.

"I'm... I'm afraid."

His head cocks slightly, "is the foot clan bothering you again?" his voice dropping to a serious tone.

"N-no, not that." You correct him frantically, "I'm afraid...that I'm not a great influence on you. Or your brothers. You guys are so skilled, I m an you are a great leader, and Donni is so smart, and Raph is really caring, and everyone lives Mikey, and I feel inadequate beside you guys. I don't feel like I have added much value to your lives, and instead I feel I put you in more danger than I'm worth."

His baby blues widen in surprise. "H-how often do you feel this way?"

"Probably once a week or so, and especially after you guys get hurt and there's nothing I can do."

He leans forward and takes your small hands in his large ones. He looks you in the eyes and says, "Without hesitation, I can tell you that the value that you've brought to my brothers, and especially me, is priceless. We wouldn't trade you for any other human."

Tears well up in your eyes. You pull your hands back to wipe your face. He finishes the last gulp of his tea, whispering "Delicious as usual" and sets the mug down. He stands and picks you up. You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds you close to his chest. You sob gently but you can't tell if you are happy or still upset and scared.

"I'm sorry you've felt this way. I am neglecting my duties as a leader to not realize that you've been going through this." His voice rumbled into your entire body and you felt his sincerity.

"Now let's go talk with my brothers about how we can make sure you know how appreciated you are. I'm sure Mikey will tell you a hundred times a day, but if you need more just tell us."

You open your eyes and see his katana still laying on the ground. "Your...sword..." You meep.

"Of course, my sword," he says gently, turning on his heels to go retrieve it.

Still holding you easily against him with one hand, he squats to grab the sword with his other, lifting it over his head and sheathing it on his back.

You reach your arm, bleary eyed, to just touch the worn cloth on the handle. Lost in your feelings you try to focus on the texture to ground yourself.

He glances over his shoulder to see you reach for it.

"You held it well, like a proud warrior. I'd like to see you so confident more often. Maybe you'd like to join me before our usual tea on Sundays and we can spar together."

You nod your face into his neck with a small hum of agreement. He's warm, his scales thick but not rough against your cheek. You can smell the sweet herbal tea on his breath.

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tomtenadia · 1 year

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Rowan week - Day 4 & 5 - Rite of passage

Good morning/ evening,/ night.

So here I am with another contribution for Rowan week. I had put it down for Day 5 only, then I realised it covered Day 4 as well so Yay!!

Here we have Rowan dealing with a distressed Maya on her first period.

CW: blood, periods and all things related to this.

@rowaelinscourt

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RITE OF PASSAGE

It was Sunday afternoon and Rowan was on the sofa watching an hockey game. His two younger kids on the carpet playing in front of him and Maya, his eldest back in her room. They had just come back from the airport where they had dropped off Aelin. She had to go to Antica for a few days for work and they had all been sad. Maya apparently was the one who took it the worst way, she had been in a bad mood all morning.

He sighed and went back to the tv until he heard the door open and saw his daughter stomp to the bathroom “You okay?”

“No.” She grumbled, slamming the door very hard. Rowan sighed and tried again to watch the game, while keeping an eye on the two wee ones on the carpet.

“DAD!” At his daughter’s scream he jumped up and ran to the door “are you okay?”

He heard cries through the door and started panicking “Maya, what happened?”

“I am bleeding.”

Rowan burst into the bathroom with panic rising fast but stopped dead when he noticed the blood-stained knickers at her feet.

“Oh,” that was all he said. “Dad, what’s happening?”

Rowan had no idea how to react. This should have been Aelin’s job. He had no idea of the emotional turmoil that such event would cause. He knew of the physical pain because he spent enough time looking after his wife dealing with it. But he was a man. He felt helpless and had no idea how to best comfort his daughter.

“Stay there.”

He closed the door and ran to grab his phone.

“Dada, is Maya okay?” The question had come from Thomas who was now standing looking at him.

“Yes, Tom, she is fine. Go back playing with Freyja.” He kissed the boy’s head and grabbed his phone to call Aelin and hoping she would answer.

Aelin answered at the first ring.

“Miss me already, buzzard? I just got to my room, quite fancy I must admit— ”

Rowan stopped her “Maya got her first period,” his voice laced with pure panic “What do I do? Aelin I am a man, how do I…” a ragged breath left his lips “She is scared and I don’t know what to do… and what about showing her how to use feminine products? I buy them for you, but that’s all my knowledge.”

“Ro, listen to me, breathe…”

He closed his eyes and let the panic flow out of his system.

“Maya and I had a chat a while ago. I did mention to her what might happen very soon, but although she knew, it’s always scary when it finally happens.”

“How do I help her?”

“The same way you help me every month.” A light chuckle “There are supplies in the sink cabinet. Tell her to stick to pads for now, she knows how to use them. I will show her the other options later. But that needs to be a girl on girl conversation.”

“Ok,” he said feeling a little calmer. He definitely could look after his daughter “I miss you already, we all do.’

“I know. I do too. It’s just a few days. I love you all. Peanut misses you all too.”

Rowan smiled. Aelin was pregnant again. They had taken the task of having a big family quite seriously. He said his goodbyes to his wife and went back to the bathroom.

“Dad…”

He kneeled in front of her and caressed Maya’s face “I talked to mum, she said you had a chat already.’

Maya nodded heavily.

“Are you in pain?”

“Yes, my stomach and my back.”

He stood and grinned, walking to the bathtub “I might be a bit useless in helping you with the technical side, but I am really good at looking after your mum when she is on her cycle,” he walked around the bathroom and gathered all Aelin’s salts and began preparing the bath “Your mum loves soaking in a warm bath, she says it helps a lot. Then we can sit on the sofa with a hot water bottle and eat ice cream while watching tv with your brother and sister.”

She looked up at him, green eyes meeting their copy “I’d love that.”

“Good, keep an eye on the water, I’ll go and grab you some clean clothes.”

Her soft hand grabbed his “Thanks, dad.”

He kissed her head and walked out. The two youngest were still playing “Dad is looking after Maya, can you stay here and play? I will come back soon.”

“Yes, dada.” Replied the two wee ones.

Rowan ran to Maya’s bedroom and took some fresh knickers and her pyjama.

Once in the bathroom he deposited the clean clothes on the washing machine and went to check that the water was as bubbly as Aelin did it “Your mum, loves it.”

Water ready he turned and let Maya disrobe and climb into the tub and disappear under all of the bubbles.

He turned at kneeled at her head, his hand caressing his daughter’s long silver hair “is this going to happen every months now?”

Rowan nodded, while brushing her hair “I am sorry, my love.”

“It sucks.”

A chuckle left his lips “I know, your mum complains every time. She get really unwell.”

“Is that why you know what to do?”

“Yes,” he dunked her head under the water. He refrained from telling his daughter that he had panicked. Mentally he was ready for the event to happen. Maya was eleven and Aelin had told him that was the age when it was expected to start. But in those instants he had panicked and realised he hadn’t been as ready as he believed.

He grabbed a dollop of shampoo and started spreading it on her hair while Maya, relaxed and closed her eyes.

“Mum will show you what to use for protection, but for now she recommended me you stick with pads. I doubt you want your dad showing how you to use tampons.”

Maya giggled “I love you dad, but I think I will spare you that.”

“Which conditioner do you want?”

His daughter pointed to a specific one and he went back to washing her head “Some of the other girls at school got it already. I knew it might happen. I just…”

“Shhh.”

Maya sobbed hard and his heart broke.

“I was so scared for a minute, until I remembered what mum said.”

Rowan pulled her to his chest, not caring that his t-shirt was getting wet, he could not bear his daughter in pain “You mum told me that she ran to grandma and started screaming that she was dying and then made a scene of collapsing on the bed.”

They both laughed “Always the drama queen.”

“That she can be…” he added with a smile “I just want you to remember that this is normal, there is nothing to be ashamed of and I can help too. If boys at school make fun of you ignore them. They will soon go through their own embarrassing way of growing up.”

Maya kissed her father’s cheek “you are the best dad.”

“I do my best,” he then stood in a powerful motion and grabbed a towel “come on, young lady, the water is getting cold. Get dressed and dry. I will prepare the ice cream and tv.”

He stopped one second “Will you manage?”

Maya nodded “mum showed me how to use pads. I will be fine.”

Rowan left the bathroom and went to the other two kids “Do you want ice cream?”

Screams of joy erupted from the younger ones “sit on the sofa, Maya will come soon.”

His two kids left all of their toys on the carpet and went to sit quietly. Thomas was seven and his mother copy, hair as golden as her and eyes just as blue with a fierce ring of gold. Freyja was only three and was a mix of both. Her hair was silver but the eyes were Aelin’s. And now they had another girl on her way and as Rowan looked at his family he felt a deep sense feeling of being complete.

Maya eventually came out and he walked to her with a glass and a pill and a hot water bottle under his arm “Go sit,” she did that and he gave her the pill “this should calm the pain,” he then passed the hot water bottle with a furry green cover “Tuck it in your trousers, the fur prevents you to get scalded.”

“Dada, is Maya sick?” Asked the little boy.

“Your sister has a bit of tummy ache, so now we all stay together and keep her company.”

Thomas climbed at his big sister’s side and hugged her “ice cream will fix it. Mum says that chocolate is the best.”

Maya kissed her brother “I feel better already.”

He grinned and Freyja climbed on her sister’s lap.

Rowan started to protest but Maya nodded she was fine with it.

He disappeared in the kitchen and came back with the ice cream he had promised. The hockey game forgotten he let his kids decide what to watch, while he sat at Maya’s side, his arm reaching behind her back and Thomas snuggled against him.

It was later that evening when he woke up. The kids had all joined him in the big bed. He turned and saw the two wee ones snuggled against their big sister.

Silently he stood and padded to the living room and called Aelin.

“Hi, fireheart.”

“Can’t sleep buzzard?”

“The kids have taken over the bed.”

He heard Aelin chuckle “how did it go?”

“I drew a bath for Maya, she relaxed, then they had ice cream and tv. We all watched Totoro and Kiki’s delivery service.”

“I am sorry I was not there for Maya, that was an important rite of passage.”

“I talked to her, I hope I had done it correctly. I felt so helpless….” Anguish seeping from his words.

“Oh Ro,” he could not miss the deep love from just those two words “I am sure you have done a wonderful job. You are a loving dad.”

He chuckled “You are biased.”

“No buzzard. You really are a wonderful dad. What you did today for Maya would probably have sent many other men running, I certainly know a few who would have reacted that way. You didn’t and I didn’t think it was possible for me to love you even more than what I already do.”

Rowan sighed “I miss you already, it has only been a day.”

“I am such a missable creature.”

“And that’s the sass back.”

“You love it, old man.”

“That I do.”

“Now, I better go to bed, I have an early morning business breakfast and I need some beauty sleep.”

“Good night, fireheart.”

“Good night, buzzard. Kiss the kids. Peanut and I will be be back in two days.”

He said goodbye to his wife and walked back to the bedroom. On the threshold he stopped to look at his kids.

“I love you all,” he whispered softly.

Then climbed back in bed with them and Rowan fell asleep surrounded by his children.

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gortrash · 9 months

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2, 7, 10 for the asks to spread love <3

Tell us why you love one of your OCs or an obscure canon character (link to any fics/art you have featuring them!)

Oh my god I have to pick ONE??? This is so unbelievably difficult because my OCs mean so very much to me and have an unreasonable amount of depth that caters to me and my philosophies and beliefs BUT I’m going to tell you why I love my verse’s villain, Ilya. Putting this ask under the cut because I’m about to go off on a tangent and I don’t want to clutter anyone’s dash.

Small recap of her character: She’s my rather scary Thalmor OC with giant mechanical legs. She has the world’s biggest god complex and refuses to give the Divines even an ounce of her belief of their godhood and instead just sees them as powerful spirits. Obsessed with the Dwemer’s work as well and decided fuck it, fuck you all, I’m going to become god. All around issue and she’s proud of it.

And I love her so much because although she is evil, she has the depth to invoke sympathy. She is brilliant, wicked, invincible and vulnerable all at the same time. She’s an amalgamation of hatred and love. She has so many flaws and I love her for it. She has this warped perception of divinity and through her corrupted force she may just actually obtain it against all the odds of fate.

Ilya has no destiny. No real role. She was never meant to be free from the shackles of a meaningless fate. So she took it for herself by brute force and she forced that future for herself.

While brutal and cruel, she is perhaps one of my most helpless characters. I’m unsure who wins the battle of emotional turmoil between her and Eve, my Vestige who has far outlived her life expectancy and purpose but is too afraid to die, but Ilya is, beneath the sturdy carapace of ambition and spite, a victim.

The narrative of her life can be summed up by a quote I heard recently that I absolutely adore, “godhood is a lot like girlhood, begging to be believed”, and it struck me that maybe the heretical tyrant who wants the world only wants this because she was denied everything else in her life; including belief.

Ilya is recognised for her genius in the Thalmor, she’s a superior by every right, but in the grand scheme of things, because of her difficulty to cooperate and stay submissive to a cause that isn’t her own, is likely intended to be cast away as soon as her potential has been used. She knows this, though, and so doesn’t plan on either trusting them nor aligning her beliefs with theirs. She has bigger plans than what they have in store for her.

Why? Why not just submit to the protection of cluster and aid them in their own plans for some kind of mimicry of ascension, would it not be easier?

It’s not about easy. Above all, it’s about being believed.

To put it simply: nobody believes in Ilyavanthra. Nobody holds her with the highest regard. She’s a problem, albeit a very intelligent one and a valuable asset. They do not see her, but her skills to be used as an expendable tool. She wants to be believed so badly, worshipped above everybody else, because she is starved from the lack of attention she grew into the twisted mindset of believing she deserved above all else. She’s gone mad from it.

If Ilya believes that cruelty and suffering is the key to divinity, then it is only because she has the ego to believe that she has suffered the most.

On a lighter note, her goal in the meantime, while she prepares for the first act of her schemes, is to be as much of a problem as possible. For fun. Also because the childlike necessity for attention still lives within her. That’s what makes her so fun to write, honestly.

Also, she’s super gay.

A popular fandom opinion that you agree with

Delphine sucks, sorry, I’m not killing Paarthurnax, BUT I’m going to go into that for a second because I am an advocate for female characters who are generally hated. Delphine is unbearable and I’m glad that she is. She’s stubborn and egotistical and she’s obviously good at what she does (her dossier entails that she took down an entire assassination squad) and I say let her be.

However, what makes her irredeemable is because I think she’s dumb for going against what she preaches in saying that the Blades serve the Dragonborn and then she turns around and says lol no I’m not doing anything for you until you do what I want.

A popular character you actually really like and why

Popular characters in the Elder Scrolls fandom have to be categorised in whether it’s popular by regular internet standards or by tumblr standards. Say, everyone knows Paarthurnax, but for a character like Teldryn it’s more so the tumblr fandom that knows him well. So I guess I’m gonna go by tesblr standards here.

I’m glad I got asked this and especially by you because of your brilliant recent art, but I really adore Fennorian and I really didn’t think I would! I was super late to the ESO train and all I’d see about it was Fenn this, Fenn that, and I couldn’t quite get it at first. Then I played the DLCs he’s a part of and, well… that’s my angel baby. He’s so endearing it hurts. Failure husband.

#ty for the ask orf <3 #I really hope my tangent made sense bc I’ve been bottling all that info for months and out of context it might not make sense

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alright baks (can i call you baks? like baki with an 's' ANYWAY), it was time i officially slide in your inbox because it is a requirement by law (my personal law) to gush over all my moots and their blogs. So without further ado:

firstly, i am obsessed with the edit you have in your pinned post, i've been listening to it on repeat for like 5 minutes now and the song is stuck in my head so thank you for that

secondly, the theme is a whole vibe and i'm so here for it

thirdly, you are so kind and helpful in responding to my question about ao3, i appreciate you more than you know

fourthly, how have we gone this long without crossing each other at least once like hello?

fifthly, i'm excited to read your works when they come out, be prepared for a customary short essay about the emotional turmoil i will likely experience reading your neighbour!toji fic

sixthly, lemme turn that edit in your pinned post back on cause i'm getting withdrawals from that song

seventhly, i'm so happy to have you as moot, i hope we can chat a lot more as time progresses

eighthly, CONGRATS ON 600!!! in one week too holy shit hahaha lend me your magic oh wise and great baki-sensei *bows respectfully*

ninthly, i'm sorry for the stupidly long ask hahaha, lemme stop, but again can't wait to get to know you better <3

yes poohbear (can i call u that? hehe) u can call me baks 😋 honestly u can call me whatever u please! so lemme get into it 🕵️‍♂️ im reading this rn and i feel like its my birthday OMGNDODJ

first of all. a ring 💍🧎🏻‍♀️ for u cause my face is heating up like a stovetop burner rn #y/ncore. im so glad u like the edit 😫 im addicted to it too :<< and hello?? UR THEME?? its giving blood moon, i feel like im victim walking through the dark streets on october 31st n baji pops up and bites me n we're suddenly both vampires 🩸🌔🧛‍♀️

and please dw abt it!! i love helping my mootie patooties out. id wish u the best on ao3 n wattpad but u wont need it cause u already got it in the bag ‼️and honestly, ive seen you around (obviously) but was too shy to interact 😭 especially since i hadnt posted anything yet. im so glad we're moots now tho mwah super excited to continue interacting with u 💋

#✩ — mooties!#💌⭒inbox #ILY OH EM GEE #i can't wait to see ur written essay once the fic is out hihihi #i myself have no idea how i got 600 so damn quick LMFAO #id lend u my powers but i dont think i have any 🚫🧙‍♂️🚫#AND NOO NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR COMING INTO MY INBOX #EVERRRR #youre almost welcome here #also one more thing #when i saw u followed me i short circuited KWBFISBWO

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lordofchickens · 7 days

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In turmoil as always but I'm feeling courteous so I'm putting a cut on this

I'm making small steps to try and improve my life but every step I make has me contemplating jumping off a cliff, what the actual fuck is wrong with my brain. I'm almost 30 I'm sure I can handle a single fucking day of work a week why am I so scared of everything.

I really hate being the stereotype of "guy that lives at home and hates his mom" but I don't feel like I've been prepared for anything by any person or organization that was meant to, my mother more or less admitted that when I was 14 she felt that it was "No longer my responsibility to stop you guys from ruining your lives" because we were talking about when I dropped out of highschool. Meanwhile I'm stood there aghast because that's literally her entire responsibility as a parent. Like fuck how am I not supposed to give up when you clearly did? Ever since I was like 13 I've been incredibly scared of living as an adult cause I realized that at the time I had no idea what that meant or how to do it. She once in the middle of a conversation dropped a "well I know you're depressed" and that's the most she ever did about anything regarding that, I was like 12 at the time, what the fuck was I supposed to do about it??

She often acts like she did so much for my brothers and I but!! fucking when!?! When did you raise us? How much did I apparently miss?? You told me it was illegal to hit girls (not that I even had at the time) when I was like 8 but you never talked to me about regulating my emotions, I had to learn all of that by trial and error. That's legitimately the last thing I remember her actually trying to teach me and it makes me so fucking angry.

I find it incredibly hard to learn from people or ask for help because I've always gotten such piss-poor help from my family, all it feels like they ever taught me is that I should just avoid talking to them so I don't hear their shitty attitudes and ruin my day.

#fine tumblr I'll add a tag #I had a whole conversation with my friend about how I feel like my parents stopped trying when I was 12 #and today I wake up hearing my mom complaining about how she “raised us better” like no! you fucking! didn't!#how many times can you cop out of something by saying “you raised us better” before you realize maybe you didn't!!#I have such a hard time teaching myself anything cause I never planned on being around nearly this long #it's so hard to catch up and I don't know how to start #vent

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casspurrjoybell-23 · 4 months

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Berserkr - Chapter 10 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

The Weight of Tomorrow

Einar and Valie's ascent to the loft was made silently but their journey was anything but quiet.

Because all the while, even as words held no consequence, the weathered wallboards still creaked in time with the wind, the ladder still groaned beneath their weary feet and anxious hearts still stuttered within their bony cages, restless as if prepared to burst right through fickle chests.

His massive physique unfolding from the darkness below, Einar rose from behind Valie in the ladder-well, exuding an aura of fearsome protection, casting a shadow upon his Omega's smaller form.

He waited patiently as Valie completed his ascent up the last few rungs of the ladder and then... only after drawing the deerskin back across the ladder-well opening and placing the torch into its bracket did the Alpha offer his fated words.

"Valie... I..." the Alpha swallowed, saliva suddenly thickening on his tongue as he stuttered.

Perhaps it was a result of sweating all of the water out of his body after laboring for hours in the refinery or the lack of nutrition that he was clearly suffering from as a result of gifting his Omega his every ration.

But even as he pondered these possibilities, somewhere deep down, Einar knew that there was something much more than mere dehydration deeming him incapable of meeting his Omega's gaze.

No, his sudden loss of words was inextricably linked to Valie's overwhelmingly captivating presence, one which always unleashed a whirlwind of long-suppressed emotion within the Alpha, spiraling his tormented soul into a magnetic maelstrom of inescapable turmoil.

Naturally, Valie only tilted his head in that adorable way that made Einar's temporary mutism all the more precarious.

And then, black and white curls brushing his shoulder and pretty, mismatched eyes glistening in the firelight, the Omega smiled.

The mere sight of it almost caused Einar to stumble, even though he was standing perfectly still.

"Yes?" Vali's words came out on the back of an airy sigh and drawn to his fated like a moth to the brightest flame, Einar closed the distance between them in one enormous step.

Stray tendrils of golden hair escaped the Alpha's untamed bun, dancing alongside his chiseled jawline as he crouched before Valie, gently pressing the burlap sack that he held into his Omega's rapidly beating chest.

"For you," Einar rumbled, finally able to meet and hold his Omega's smoldering gaze now that his crouched position cinched their height difference to none.

"My Valie."

The Omega's smile gentled into a mellower radiance, its warmth transforming the contours of his lofty cheekbones into an exquisite spectacle, setting a spell upon Einar's senses like never before.

Subconsciously, the Alpha's eyelids fluttered, drawn in by an instinctive pull towards the caress of his Omega's hand, which now tenderly cradled his cheek with fingers as downy and smooth as the finest fur.

"You are infinitely kind to me, Einar. And I am infinitely grateful," Valie whispered, still smiling sweetly as he gracefully settled down onto the timeworn floorboards.

Never too far behind, Einar followed his Omega's movements and soon, both men were seated across from one another, legs brushing, aching to be intertwined as the orange torchlight illuminated the scene, tracing the contours of their most distinct features.

Valie's heart skipped several beats, full lips parting with breathless anticipation as his eyes eagerly danced back and forth between his Alpha and the mysterious burlap-wrapped offering, still nestled between Einar's giant, quivering fingers.

"Please," the small man further implored, pressing against his Alpha's strong hands to lower the bag to the floor between them.

"Show me?"

Needing no further instruction, Einar's large fingers were surprisingly adept, as nimble as a skilled artisan as he unraveled the twine that bound the mouth of the sack shut.

And when it bloomed open, revealing the two items hidden inside, a hushed gasp escaped Valie's lips.

Nestled within the improvised cocoon, a weathered parchment scroll revealed itself, its edges bearing the marks of time's relentless passage.

Accompanying it was a modest wooden box, adorned with a skillfully etched rune... a rune that Valie recognized as symbolic of the first letter of his own name.

Einar reached for the box first, placing it before his fated in a similar manner to which one would deliver an offering to a God.

"Wool-wax," he declared as his hands, colossal in their magnificence, engulfed the delicate box whole.

With a graceful motion, he lifted the intricately carved lid, revealing a pristine white substance embellished with subtle touches of green.

"When blended with the mint leaves that grow along the forest's edge, creates a balm that soothes the skin and muscles," he murmured, his deep, resonant voice a caress.

He'd been taught the recipe from a fellow bondsman named Elof ages ago, only a few years before he passed from a brief yet vicious famine that shook the entire village.

In small ways like this, Einar liked to think that Elof's life on this earth... although painfully brief... still lived on.

Dipping a solitary finger into the homemade concoction, Einar reached out to Valie, a silent question in his eyes.

And when Valie accepted the offer with a smile and a nod, offering his hand, the Alpha was quick, tenderly spreading the balm across the top of his Omega's silky-smooth, multi-toned skin... his touch both infinitely calming and dangerously intoxicating.

"You are perfection," the Alpha breathed, unable to stop his innermost thoughts from being voiced into reality, trailing off as his mind drifted away in a cloudy haze of sheer longing.

But even as his entire being happily filled itself up with all that was Valie, the Alpha's skilled hands continued to move with purpose, an artist crafting a masterpiece as fingertips traced the lines separating the lighter parts of Valie's skin from the darker patches.

The touch was tender yet possessive, a silent promise of devotion and protection and each stroke sent a surge of warmth through Valie's veins, igniting a smoldering inferno within him, leaving the left side of the Omega's face flaring with unfiltered warmth.

Perhaps it was the burgeoning trust in his Alpha or maybe the exhaustion of concealing his deepest emotions had finally taken its toll.

But regardless of the exact reason, Valie found himself both unable and unwilling to halt the torrent of truth that spewed forth from his lips like bile.

"My parents told me that I am a demon," Valie admitted quietly, staring at the place on his hand where his Alpha's fingertips still roamed, unable to believe that the very same multi-toned skin that he was exiled for could shine like starlight as the balm seeped in.

"And when they cast me out of our home, they branded my existence a blight upon our lands, a stain upon our bloodline."

Einar winced at the sight of his Omega's faltering smile, the edges of it fraying with an agonizing tremor.

Valie released a humorless chuckle.

"I assure you, Alpha. I am the farthest thing on Odin's green earth from anything resembling perfection."

Einar's fingers slowed in their delicate ministrations, although his knuckles remained white against his tanned skin as fury simmered there, itching to be released as he pondered why anyone in their right mind would ever throw such a flawless being such as his Omega away.

"May I..." the Alpha started, eyes flickering downward for a moment.

"May I show you something?"

Vali was quick to answer with a resolute nod.

And so, without another word, Einar turned around, revealing his broad back... his most vulnerable area... to his Omega.

The sight that Vali was faced with shattered something deep within his chest, making his ribs crack open wide, hollowing out enough space between his heart and lungs to hold his Alpha as close to his core as possible.

Even the most tenuous of men always found themselves laced with horror, expressions doused with revulsion whenever they laid witness to the sight that Einar had just revealed to Vali.

And over time, just like everything else he'd endured throughout his bleak existence, the Alpha quietly came to accept those reactions as an immutable fact of life, adding yet another layer of armor to the pile of numb indifference that already perpetually surrounded him.

So, the Alpha wasn't entirely certain of his intentions when he bared his scars to Valie.

Perhaps it was a desperate plea for acceptance, a white flag fluttering over the battlefield of life.

Or maybe, he simply wanted to show his Omega that through it all, they were not so different after all.

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waynes-multiverse · 1 year

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girl if you ever question your writing and if you really bring out the readers emotions while reading it i just have one thing to say: i have to EMOTIONALLY prepare myself everytime I start reading a new fic of yours 😭😭 and like, I MEAN IT. I've been wanting to read the series you're posting right now for a WEEK and even tho sometimes in the week I had some time to kill I would ask myself "Am I in the right state of mind to start reading this one yet???..... nope"😭😭 I don't know how you do it but your stories are not only insanely interesting and we'll written but also literally make us feel all types of different emotions, and I just know if i don't prepare myself for it and end up reading when my mind it's not completely at peace or at the right moment I'mma gonna be OVERWHELMED AS FUCK HAHAAHSHS. I finally am in a good place in which I can just sit down and relax for a few days so I'll finally be able to read it, and I KNOW it's going to be GOOD, like every single one of yours works 💓💓💓💓

And the winner for the sweetest compliment goes to: YOU! I swear I have the best readers ever 😭🥹 You guys are all so amazing and supportive, and I’m glad I can make you feel all the things. For a writer, that’s a huge thing, so thank you for telling me that, sweet nonnie 🖤🖤🖤

PS: If I were a millionaire, I’d happily foot all your therapy bills for all the emotional turmoil I’m causing 😂

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Saturday morning: I had therapy, it was good we were both in good spirits. Late that morning we picked up your grandma to go Christmas shopping, she was in a bad mood because we were late (she never told us when to pick her up) so you started to get anxious, we met up with your dad and sister at the mall, they were annoying so your spirit had dropped. Through the whole trip at the mall you’d been in a bad mood and obviously anxious. You were mean to me because of these negative family interactions so my mood had shifted as well. I tried to be happy and lift your spirits again and it would work occasionally but only for two minutes at a time. We left the mall and now there was an uncomfortable tension between us. We got home dropped grandma off at her house and we were planning on heading back up to spend some time with her but you had to use the bathroom and I had to take a Tylenol for the headache that was setting in. You snapped and were very mean to me, you got downstairs to the bathroom and yelled for me to take our dog out instead of sitting on my ass…. I was going to after I took my Tylenol…. That made me mad so I was mean to you and shouted back “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” You came back up and took the dog out in a hurry and a huff to seemingly prove a point to me. I took my Tylenol and went outside and told you to go in and we’d talk later, we both exchanged mean words that I can’t remember perfectly but you got really mad and said “just go in the fucking house” you shoved me and dragged me and basically carried me into our back room where I cried for a moment as you walked away, I opened the door and slammed it behind me going into our kitchen wanting you to know I had slammed it but I had absolutely no intentions of the window shattering when it closed,,, but the window did shatter and you were mad. I didn’t mean for it to break so I stepped over the glass back outside and told you to not let the dog in cause I accidentally broke the window you screamed at me called me a dickhead and childish for breaking a window. You picked up our dog and carried him inside so he was safe. Then we both walked into the kitchen I was going to clean it up but you screamed at me to get out and I said no I didn’t mean for this I will clean it but you came at my face and grabbed me you pushed me into our living room down onto the couch with your hands around my throat when I began to apologize and tell you to get off you moved one hand off of my throat and over my mouth telling me to shut up you continued to scream at me for breaking things being childish costing you money causing emotional turmoil etc. I got the message of what I’d done wrong to you. I should’ve been nice to you, I should’ve just taken the dog out, I should’ve gone inside like you said when I didn’t obey they first two things. you left a scratch on the left side of my jaw line, you left a scratch on the left side of my nose when you grabbed my mouth to quiet me. You left a bruise on my right cheek from how hard you were squeezing my face, you left another bruise right underneath the love bites you’d given me the night before, you squeezed my neck hard while you yelled at me. I should’ve been obedient. Hours later we talked made progress and agreements, we didn’t talk about the physical part of it.

Sunday: we woke up at 6:30 am went to the grocery store for some last minute items and then came home and prepared a thanksgiving dinner, it’s our tradition to have our own holidays before we endure them with your family. We didn’t speak of yesterday. We cooked we played we laughed we watched movies we cuddled we drank wine. Winking Owl , our favorite. We finished the dinner at 5:00 and finished eating by 6:00 we put the food away and then we snuggled up on the couch and watched a movie together. After the movie finished we went to the kitchen and had pie together, we sat back on the couch to enjoy our last couple hours before bed. It was a good day.

Monday: I was off on a vacation day but you had work so I spent the day doing all of the right things cleaning, organizing, Christmas shopping online,playing with our dog, showering etc. you finally came home and you were not acting positive at all. You were also late, so I asked “why” you went to the library, to look for a new job, apartment, phone, everything you need to leave me. That didn’t feel well at all so I used all of the tools you had given me so we could talk about it but you weren’t cooperating I you started to work on our unfinished bathroom, I followed, you headed outside to the table saw, I told you this was unfair and I don’t like the way I’m being treated you told me to tell you when you were being unfair “life is unfair Jess” is what you had to say. You started yelling at me, I started crying, you said go inside and I said no and then I said one last thing and you decided that you were done you said you were leaving and not coming back. You got in the car and you left. I’m typing this on our couch hoping praying begging God for you to come home. But you left 3 hours ago and we have work tomorrow and I fear this is the end of our relationship of almost 7 years.

If you ever happen upon tumblr again just know how much I’ve loved you and maybe I’m wrong this isn’t the end of us, but right now at 8:50pm on 11-14-22 this very much feels like the end. I will never stop loving you, you’ve permanently altered my life whichever direction we go in. Just know how much I love you. @tacosquid5-24-16 You are my one.

#dtc

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Whether it is brought on by an accident, building, or rush hour insanity, driving in visitors is less than excellent and it can be dangerous. Lake Worth is a city in Palm Beach County, which takes its name from the physique of water located on its japanese facet. Lake Worth is a really busy town, with very circulated roadways corresponding to South Dixie Highway or South Federal Highway – the place the principle concern should be cautious driving. Hundreds of people in the U.S. get harm every single day and typically quite dangerous enough to stop them from going to work or performing common family duties.

We will aggressively struggle to guard your legal rights and hold the at-fault get together liable for their actions. We know how devastating an sudden injury could be and can assist you to get through this difficult time. Call us to schedule a free session with our expert team at present. The sooner you name, the sooner we are in a position to get to work on getting you the money you deserve. It's tempting to save on lawyer's charges by pursuing self-representation, however there are tons of advantages to hiring a personal injury lawyer together with their years of experience. They even have the resources and knowledge necessary to seek the guidance of with consultants, negotiate effectively with insurance coverage corporations, properly navigate the legal system, and in any other case ensure the absolute best end result.

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If you’ve been in an accident in West Palm Beach, it’s tough to know what to do first. You could have to take day with out work work, join with a medical skilled to build the right remedy plan for you, and take care of the payments that appear to be unending in cases like these. Can ease your burden of coping with insurance coverage individuals or resort administration and in addition can take enough steps to maximise the restoration and current a declare in the applicable method. For instance, compensatory damages are the kind of compensation that's usually given to the victim of easy negligence. However, along with compensatory damages, punitive damages can also be granted in a case involving gross negligence or willful and wanton behavior. Punitive damages, as opposed to compensatory damages, are designed to really punish the wrongdoer – quite than to simply compensate the injured sufferer.

This singular focus allows us to devote all of our time and resources to serving to victims of negligence struggle for the justice they deserve. With loads of green spaces and parks to enjoy, Royal Palm Beach is a growing group in Palm Beach County, Florida. For those who reside and work in and round Royal Palm Beach, accidents on the job can symbolize a major risk to monetary security and health. Most West Palm Beach personal injury attorneys work on a contingency payment basis, that means they solely get paid in the occasion that they secure a favorable settlement or verdict in your case.

If you've been hurt because of another person, it’s a good factor to know your rights and seek monetary compensation. Personal injury claims are extremely common throughout the U.S., and heaps of of those are filed every day. The depth also increases when the demise was because of one other person’s negligent actions, as seen many occasions. Wrongful death may be brought on by intentional actions or by mistake.

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