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You just make me watch a full 40 minute long video on deemo just to understand this and I’m now crying, screaming and shaking because of it./pos

[Deemo AU] Familiar warmth.

The piano playing pegasus man. A memory so vivid yet so blurred.

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it’s too early in the morning for me to be thinking about this yet again but alas, here i am

the parallel of "name the bait on your hook after somebody you cherish, if the person you name it after cherished you, you will catch the fish" vs "hannibal would be the best bait" never fails to drive me up the walls insane scratching at the ceiling clawing at the floor

“I’m sure that if [Paul] had been a woman or something, he would have been a great threat, because there’s something definitely very strong with me, John, and Paul.”

— Yoko Ono, Revolution Tape, June 4th 1968. [x]

“. . . I mean, I think really what it was, really all that happened was that John fell in love. With Yoko. And so, with such a powerful alliance like that, it was difficult for him to still be seeing me. It was as if I was another girlfriend, almost. Our relationship was a strong relationship. And if he was to start a new relationship, he had to put this other one away. And I understood that. I mean, I couldn’t stand in the way of someone who’d fallen in love. You can’t say, “Who’s this?” You can’t really do that. If I was a girl, maybe I could go out and… But you know I mean in this case I just sort of said, right – I mean, I didn’t say anything, but I could see that was the way it was going to go, and that Yoko would be very sort of powerful for him. So um, we all had to get out the way.”

— Paul McCartney, interview with German tv program Exclusiv, April 1985. [x]

“It’s just handy to fuck your best friend… and once I resolved the fact that it was a woman as well, it’s all right. I liked her cause she was like a bloke in drag… like a mate.”

— John Lennon talking about Yoko Ono - Powers of Two by Joshua Wolf Shenk. [x]

“I still think at the back of John’s mind was this fascination of wanting to get back with the first girlfriend, if you like, and that was to get back with Paul, who he had so much history with.”

— Tony Barrow, The Beatles’ press officer, on the Lennon/McCartney reunion that was never to be. [x]

“My “simplest, most logical” reason that Yoko treated Paul as her main rival for John’s affections was… he was the main rival for John’s affections… How many books have been written about Lennon and McCartney, and on that period specifically, and not one of them has seriously suggested that John might be a bisexual man in love with his songwriting partner and closest adult companion? Now, we have writers timidly peeking out and saying, “Gee, it’s almost as if John was in love with Paul.” Has the evidence changed? Not much. Have we as a society become more educated and tolerant? Yes.”

— Michael Gerber, Hey Dullblog. [x]

"oh... Do you remember the cafe on the left bank?"

-John Lennon singing in french in one of his Dakota Recordings

well, I'm reading the lyrics and there's a song called "Cafe on the Left bank" and Paul just describes it with anecdotes from the '61 Paris trip.

Help me lord give me strength I can't do this anymore do I even have to say anything

Link to John's song >

Link to paul's song >

Beatle events.

how Paul and George met

You’re really cute idkw hahahhaha i like the dating thing you’re doing for the boyz, hope you can do it for Jacob. Sorry for my English but yeah love your blog

thank you omg :') it's the stuff like this that just makes my day :D

jacob coming up <33

genre : fluff & smut

. . . DATING JACOB BAE WOULD INCLUDE . . .

all that cheesy romance movie stuff. jacob loves to spoil you, so expect random deliveries of chocolates, heart balloons, or love letters.

cuddling!! i see jacob as a very soft and cuddly boy so you're in for a treat with this dude.

he loves PDA. expect to have your hand held in public, sweet cheek kisses (or actually kisses, depending on his mood), or back hugs. LOTS of back hugs.

jacob loves to sneak up behind you while youre turned away from him. whether it be at the counter making food, folding laundry, or just simply facing away from him. he will back hug and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. or dirty nothings. whichever he feels like.

this boy is a tease!! he loves leaving you hot and bothered without finishing the job right away.

honestly, he doesn't mind if others try to flirt with you or talk to you because he knows that you know that nobody could ever love you or fuck you the way he can. <33

has lots of fantasies but they will leave his mind the second you say you're not interested. he doesnt want to push you to do anything you're not comfortable with.

after sex he's a very lovey dovey guy. forehead kisses, massages, whispers of "you did so good, honey" and "you're so lovely, darling".

loves pet names, like, and abnormally large amount. he likes to be called babe, honey, and cobie, and likes to call you honey, darling, and love.

honestly he just loves you so much. like, so much.

--

the end :)

shaking in my boots rn if my mom and i dont get the skz tickets im gonna cry sob throw up omg you guys this is so important to meeeee ahhhhhh

alright wade got his body worship fic now it’s logan’s turn. because I am just imagining what it would be like to have your entire body designed literally to be a weapon of death, a vessel built only to endure and inflict extreme violence .. i’m imagining logan being taught through 200 years of experience that the only thing he is good at is hurting others, that all his body is deserving of is pain, both given and received.

and then he meets wade, and logan slowly learns for the first time in his entire 200 year existence how to let his body be an instrument of pleasure… wade treating him gently, even when logan bites back because he doesn’t know how to handle it, slowly teaching logan that his body deserves to feel good. logan learning how to soften himself, how to believe himself worthy of the way wade treats him .. how to accept love rather than snarl at it

In my cold embrace you fell into a trance

DINO in SPELL (OFFIAL MV)

theon appreciation month 2022 -> childhood & hostage identity

theon saying goodbye to his mama before being taken to winterfell

Little Dadstarion WIP I am working on. I still don't have a good name for their wittle Dhampir. Their little gurl. Kiyo x Astarion (Kiyo will be put in later, maybe... Not sure)

[Used a Base for blocking out their bodies and pose]

People tell you this a lot when you’re disabled or when you’re dating a disabled person: “your partner should not be your caregiver.”

It makes sense and is good advice. If you are dependent on any one person for all your emotional and physical needs, it creates the potential for abuse. And there are times when you or your partner might be exhausted or need to unwind emotionally and can’t take on any more tasks, even caregiving tasks for someone you love.

But at the same time, caregiving is inherently going to be a part of any crip4crip relationship. I’m writing this while curled up on the bathroom floor. My girlfriend was the one who brought me my emergency medication and my water because I was too sick to get up, even though our plan was to chill and watch a movie. She’ll probably help me to my feet in a few minutes, once the medication’s kicked in, and will walk me back to the couch. Earlier tonight, I made her dinner, while she lay on a heat pad. This morning, I helped her braid her hair.

It isn’t rotten work by any means, but it is work. And this is the work that our bodies need. Either you can do it yourself or you can’t. And if you can’t, your loved ones can step in sometimes. It isn’t unhealthy or wrong to help each other

hey

hey grizlyplays what the FUCK was that

I'm not even done with the episode but what the FUCK

If Gojo, Shoko and Geto had adopted Tsumiki and Megumi

Together at last

“The downfall of our family.”

.Older brother reader.

–めんどくさい.

Warnings ; Angst, child neglect and brief mentions of death. Mamaguro dies after Megumi is born.

•–· It wasn't easy being the first born, before megumi was born everything was still normal at some point. The last fun memory you had was when your father laid beside you, watching you read some comic book and he saw how your smile shined so brightly at the sight of some printed pictures. Toji never had that experience.

He watches his own son in silence, your mother is sleeping already. The bump in her stomach is so visible you couldn't help but close the comic book shut, Toji was a bit surprised as his eyes followed you when you stood up from the futon and made your way to your mother. “Kid, what are you doing—” It's only then he realizes late you were kneeling down and pressed your ear on your mom's stomach.

You feel the baby slightly kicking inside of her stomach, your little brother is in there and your eyes widened when you felt it kick on your cheek. Your mother groaned a bit and Toji just laid his head on the pillow near beside her, his hand caressing her stomach. “Dad, do you think he'll like me?” Five year old you asks. Toji hummed in agreement.

“He will, you two are brothers and it's only natural that you two will have a connection.” Toji spoke. “If he doesn't like you, that's also natural. He'll eventually grow out of it, he's still a baby.” You only keep silent and the sound of small snoring could be heard, it was definitely your dad's. You look up to see your mom sound asleep as the lights are still turned on, you stood up and flipped the light switch.

You go back to bed with your mom and dad.

—

It went on so fast, your brother was born and he was named shortly after. Megumi was his name, your father said so. At first you thought it was a silly name for a boy, you were outside of the hospital room. Fingers fidgeting anxiously when your father hasn't come out of the room yet, what was taking him so long ? And how come you're still not allowed inside, you were six years old already ! When your dad gets out of the room, his hands are curled in a tight fist.

Sweat forming on his forehead, his eyes were wide as he stayed glued on the floor and it seemed like he was out of breath. Many questions run through the inside of your head but one question only stands out, why does it look like your father has cried a lot. He has never cried before even when you broke his watch one time, the one that your mother gifted him.

You got off the seat, walking a little fast towards him and Toji flinched when you touched his hand. Even the skin of his hand was drenched with cold sweat, he uncurls his fist and his sweaty palm was all you could feel. “Listen to what i'm gonna say, alright.” It didn't even sound like a request, he kneels down as he sighs again. “Go home and just heat up the leftovers we had last night, i'll be with your mom for now.” He takes your small hands and gives you the key to the home.

You simply nodded, confused. What's up with his humour tonight ? But you didn't care, you couldn't wait to see Megumi soon and your mom as well. It must have been a painful process but you knew that your mom was a tough lady, she endured it by being so silent ! The doctors were screaming and your dad got even scared, that just proves that your mom was stronger than anyone else.

The hospital wasn't so far from home anyway, you hummed as you walked around the streets. When you heard the thunder rumbling from the clouds you didn't hesitate running already ! You can't risk getting sick, mom wouldn't want that especially when she's also getting better. “Mean rain!” You yelled repeatedly until you finally reached the apartment complex. You took the key out from your pocket and put it in the key hole, twisting the door knob as it opened.

You struggled a little reaching it but you finally got inside the house, you take off your drenched shoes, not putting them in the shoe rack as you'll hang them to dry later. You'll be waiting for your father until later, you walk inside of the bathroom. Taking off your clothes and leaving them on the floor, you turn on the hot shower. Washing off any dirt from your body, nothing felt sticky on your skin anymore. You wondered again, "How long will it take for mom to come back ? Hm.”

—

She's dead, it slips out of Toji's mouth when he's drunk and staring at the ceiling. You complained about the milk running out and because of that Megumi wouldn't stop crying at all, the whole day without Toji being present felt like a punishment at some point. “What?” You asked, not able to process the information. You held Megumi in your arms, Toji wasn't back home for a few days after the night Megumi was born. He only came back soon with the brother you were hoping for.

The small cup is empty on Toji's hand, he blinks and he stares back at you. “She's gone, she died after Megumi was born.” No, you weren't angry by the fact that Megumi was the reason for your mother's death, you were angered by how your father had said it so casually. Did he not feel any emotions ? It's as if this was already expected, why was he like this ? You couldn't understand, you were still a child.

Six years old to be exact, it was said so casually your immature brain didn't know what to do.

“Grow up.” He says.

And you did grow up, Toji has been absent for most of the time. Leaving you to take care of Megumi alone, you struggled to make him homemade meals. You saw what babies are fed on the TV and you wanted to make that too, but you lacked ingredients and you didn't want to risk burning the whole building down. You had a stool to help yourself reach things, you'd make instant ramen easily and fed Megumi some.

This wasn't healthy, you knew that. You missed mom, her home cooked meals and the chicken soup she'd make during your birthdays. You didn't like sweets that much, you liked the soup with a lot of ginger. Megumi babbled words, you thought about what it must be like if mom was here holding him right now. You wouldn't struggle trying to feed him on the high chair.

But it's fine, this is all fine. You can take care of Megumi, you don't need anyone else besides your mother. She's there to guide you, even without her physical presence you know that she's still there by your side. Your father must have been busy with work, he was always in these kinds of jobs. You once saw him wiping one of his swords.

But enough of that, it was time to give Megumi a bath. “Megumii, it's bath time! Are you excited?” Your Megumi happily replied by blowing raspberries as he raised his hands towards you, you smiled and kissed them. You carried him up and took him to the bathroom, getting the duty done as soon as possible.

—

You're nine years old when Toji decides to drop you and Megumi off in another new place, you didn't know what was going on but he was smiling. You were confused until a new woman opens the door for him and hugs him tightly, Megumi holds your hand tightly and you look down to see him whining quietly as you carry him up. “Meet your new home, Megumi and [Y/N]. Starting from now on, you'll stay with your new mom.”

That word again, when was the last time you've heard it ? 'Mom'. It sounded strange and before you knew it, a new child was inside the picture frame. "Meet my daughter, Tsumiki. I think you two are almost the same age, right? That's cute.” Tsumiki seemed polite, she offered you a warm smile while Megumi only clung to you tightly. “Let's get inside.” Toji said.

You all ate dinner in silence, it wasn't that great. The woman wasn't really a cook and Toji most likely just bought cheaper food that you can just heat up so no one would be bothered. Megumi tugged on your sleeve, you hummed and it caught Toji's attention when you leaned down to listen to Megumi's whisper on your ear. You nodded in agreement and stood up from the chair. Tsumiki was curious when you helped Megumi get off the chair.

“Where's the bathroom if you don't mind me asking, please?” Tsumiki's mom had such bright red lips from her lipstick, you missed your actual mom. She spoke with no politeness, the tone of her voice sounded so, so unattractive. Why did your dad even get with her? “It's the last door at the end of the hallway, sweetie. Left door.” You didn't like it, even Megumi doesn't like her.

You guided Megumi in the bathroom, Toji stared at you two. As his new wife held his hand he almost flinched if it weren't for her kiss on his cheek, he only rolled his eyes as she laughs softly. Tsumiki only stared at the scene, putting her chopsticks down and standing up from her seat. “You can just leave the dishes in the sink and I'll wash them once you two are done eating, you can just call me.”

Tsumiki's mom didn't really care much and just nodded, Tsumiki walked to her room and opened the door inside to her room.

It wasn't so great fitting inside of this new family.

—

Megumi is Four years old when Toji leaves him in your care, he leaves with no goodbye besides you and Tsumiki looking worriedly at Megumi as he stared down up from the balcony to see that his only parent was walking away. Unaware of being abandoned already, Tsumiki stared at you and you finally looked up to look eye to eye with her. “I'll prepare dinner, alright?” You simply nodded back.

You pet Megumi's head, ruffling his hair and he huffs making an annoyed noise. “He's going to work again, hmph.” Megumi crossed his arms to his chest, clearly upset. Your Gumi shouldn't be frustrated, too much negativity can curse the whole house. You only sighed softly, kneeling down and kissing him on the forehead.

“You have me, don't worr—” And before you know it Megumi's yell could have probably woken everyone up in the streets, even the neighbors at each room in the building from his yell. “I don't need you, nii-san ! I want dad, you're different and you're not him! I just want dad.” Ah, you understand now. It was normal for a child like him to have tantrums, you didn't even hear Tsumiki panically running towards you two.

“That's okay, i'm sorry but i also can't bring him back here.” You knew that Megumi probably had a lot of questions loaded inside of his brain, he's still a child and he can't know the truth. Everything that's happening around him shouldn't be known. A child, that's what he is. You're the same as Tsumiki, you and her were just ten years old. Not even close to being a teenager yet. “You have to promise you'll get him again, you'll get our dad.” Megumi didn't even cry after he saw his dad disappear in the dark streets.

The busted street light couldn't even let him see his father's figure one last time. “You know i'm not some superhero, Gumi. I'm sorry but maybe you are! You can be a superhero and find dad.” Tsumiki stared intensely at Megumi.

“I just wish you would stop trying to make everything all happy, that's not the way it is when everything is just messed up.” A four year old said all of that to you, a literal child. Sometimes, you just think about what would this little child say once that you die. It's either an accident or you just ultimately kill yourself when you can't handle everything.

But your mom wouldn't want that, how about your dad? You bet he wouldn't care anyway, just like when mom died. You stare at Megumi with a soft gaze, a cordial smile until then you finally stood up and took his hand in a gentle manner. Taking him inside of the home, Tsumiki moves out of the way and sighs. “I know it's rough but we'll just go past it like we always do, Gumi. With Tsumiki we can manage, isn't that right Tsumiki?”

She simply nodded in agreement.

Everything will just remain fine, even without their father or Tsumiki's mother it's all fine. You guys don't have much money but you'll manage despite being just children, no matter how hard it takes you know that there's always a solution to a problem.

Me: I wanna work at my fave David Chang restaurant Also me: *looking at that Disney Culinary Program for Cook I @ one of their signature restaurants offer*

my Roman Empire is how in Hamlet, we are presented with four characters who were each at one point the person/people Hamlet held most dear, and one of them watches as Hamlet's actions lead the other three to suffer, lose their minds, and/or die.

Horatio is Hamlet's closest friend over the course of the play, the one he comes to again and again, refers to as being in his 'heart of hearts', and who keeps him stable and alive for at least the most part. We follow these two the most explicitly throughout the text.

Ophelia is Hamlet's lover, and their relationship can be read many ways, ranging from never-really-loved-the-other to they-did-it-numerous-times-and-in-fact-she-was-pregnant-(possibly)-(also)-(aborted) but for the sake of this post I'm going to go the middle ground and say they had a wholesome and happy relationship before Hamlet's dad died and he got all sad. Doubt the stars are fire, but never doubt I love.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Hamlet's childhood friends, and Gertrude remembers them as being so loved by him that 'two men there are not living to whom he more adheres'. It's clear that these three were very close during some stage of his life, likely his childhood and potentially teens. The point is, they meant the most to him at some point in his life.

But again, by the time the acts of Hamlet come to pass, Hamlet has chosen Horatio to be his sole compatriot. Whether or not this is prior to his actual arrival in Elsinore is largely irrelevant- Hamlet makes sure he spends a lot of the first half of the play flustered in the face of a prince who won't stop finding nice things to say about him. Hamlet butters him up with honeyed words, and tells him the truth about everything, or what he thinks, anyway.

Horatio is touched but one specific line does stick out to him a bit- when Hamlet assured him it was not an attempt at flattery, and went on to clarify that he feels free to love Horatio as Horatio doesn't want anything from him, and doesn't have anything to hide. If what the ghost said about Claudius were true, it makes sense for Hamlet to be paranoid and hold others at a distance, but Horatio can't help but think about the underlying implication that if Hamlet had any reason to be suspicious of Horatio, he'd be just as cold to him as everyone else. Which, again, makes sense, but something about it rubs him a strange way.

Horatio tries to relate his experiences with the others he knows were close to Hamlet. He doesn't know much about Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, but Hamlet has mentioned suspicion of them, but despite that, seems to have been cordial enough. As for Ophelia... She seems to have seen the worst of his feigned madness, so he doesn't really know about her. He also heard something about an argument, but he doesn't know to what extent.

After the play, and an odd interaction with R&G, Hamlet heads upstairs to speak to his mother and Horatio thinks about it some more.

He words the question properly to himself: would Hamlet still love me if I were in their position? And he doubts for a moment, but then he remembers what Hamlet told him, the look in his eyes as he proclaimed his sincerity, and even the rare laughter he'd indulged in after the play, in only his presence, and Hamlet has convinced him.

Up until he hears the news of Polonius's murder. And until he hears the recount of Claudius, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern's intervention with the seemingly mad prince, and he begins to doubt him.

And when he's left to take care of Ophelia, driven mad by the death of her father and the wrath of her lover, and in her delirium she tells him things, tells him everything, and there's a strange sense of familiarity in her words. She shows him her letters, throwing them at him and laughing, tears running from her eyes, and Horatio recognises the poetic style, the sweet wording that always seems to know how to strike your heart closest, and he realises that she had once been where he had, received Hamlet's love in the same way. And it's strange, in a way he's not sure what to do with.

His fear is alleviated slightly when Hamlet sends him a letter, and he seems back to his usual sense of self, the one Horatio knows. Horatio is glad for the normalcy, and it does a part to clear his worry that he had been deceived in any nature, after his time with Ophelia.

Even further when he finally returns to Denmark, and while the two talk, they stumble upon Ophelia's funeral, and Hamlet takes no time to jump into her grave and proclaim his grief loudly. Horatio feels a bit sick at feeling any sort of relief at this, but the proof that Hamlet may have truly loved her and hadn't intended for this to happen does something to quell the fear again.

That is, until Hamlet recounts his journey.

And with a strange sort of expression that looks sort of like... pride, recounts how he sent Rosencrantz and Guildenstern to their deaths.

Horatio is a little shocked by this, as he can't recall the two having done anything particularly wrong, and this was clearly not accidental. Hamlet brushes him off by saying the two knew what they were getting into, showing strangely little remorse.

Horatio thinks, about how they were his childhood friends, and then again about Ophelia, and then again about his earlier question.

would Hamlet still love me if I were in their position?

And he realises, in a way that makes him nauseous, that the answer is no. And not only that, but for all Hamlet's laughter and flattering words, it wouldn't have saved him.

But still, he doesn't leave his side. Hamlet loves him now, and he's the lucky one. Nothing can be done anymore, and he feels they draw close to the end.

And he does still love him. And Hamlet loves him back.

Horatio reaches for the poisoned cup as Hamlet dies. It feels right that it should end this way, and he doesn't really want to go on.

But Hamlet wrestles the cup out of his hand with an intensity that catches him off guard, begging him to stay alive, to tell his story

and so he does, cradling the prince as he slips into a deeper dream.

Sometime after, Horatio will again think about it all. The four of them. Three dead by his hand, one alive by it.

He wonders.

Did Hamlet ever think about it too? About how his actions hurt the ones closest to him, and in his final moments, chose to break the pattern and save the only life he could?

Or did Hamlet only save him because he still loved him? Not out of guilt, or reflection on his previous actions necessarily, but because Horatio still hadn't done him wrong?