Lilth

weaving the universe through the tip of my fingers

[tahdashi-deactivated20260406]

fluff ⊹ college au

as much as he hates to admit it to himself, osamu is struggling. 

he wants to be strong — someone you could depend on, someone you could run to when life’s wearing you down, someone you could simply feel content and safe with. his thoughts were plagued with the notion that he was anything but that someone to you. 

and that’s why he does everything in his ability to bring that radiant smile — the one he finds himself daydreaming about — to the curve of your lips. 

while his friends go out to dingy frat houses, singing at the top of their lungs as they celebrate their freedom and youth, osamu picks up the night shift at the diner by his apartment. he started working there his first year, hoping to make some extra money so his mom wouldn’t have to worry about him from miles and miles away. the owner was a sweet man, roughly in his 60s, often humming an incomprehensible tune as he chopped vegetables and meat. truthfully, osamu didn’t mind working extra shifts while his friends went out (they’d call him boring and a workaholic, but he didn’t care). in fact, he was happy to make extra money if it meant that he could take you out to a fancy dinner (a local ramen restaurant), buy you dessert afterward (a quick stop to the convenience store with a smile on his face as he watches the light from the freezer section reflect in your eyes), and surprise you with flowers to end the night (hand-picked from the field a couple miles off campus). 

perhaps he should be living like the rest — either catching up on assignments in the library or coming back home stumbling and slurring his words. perhaps he should start saving his money like you always tell him to, but he’s only twenty and feels no reason to. 

he’d much rather be here, at the silver counter at the back of the diner kitchen, experimenting with different sauces while the man next to him hums the same usual love song. this time, the aura’s a bit different. the man has a smile on his face, he’s chopping the green onion at a slow beat as if there’s a metronome playing in his head. 

“son, ya like cookin’, don’t ya?” 

“i do, sir,” osamu continues to add garlic to the simmering sauce in his pan, a sugary sheen glazing over it. 

“why not cook at home? bring that special someone ya keep thinkin’ about,” he jerks his elbow towards osamu’s arm. 

“i like working here. i like the people, and the food, and the sounds.” 

osamu also likes how you visit him every friday when your classes end. without a doubt, rain or shine, you’ll glide into the diner with a soft smile on your lips. he likes how you walk over to the counter and ask him if there’s a ‘samu around. he also likes how you look behind him, checking on the man who’s too busy tapping his wooden spoon against the pot to notice, before placing a gentle kiss to his lips. and in that moment, he lets himself close his eyes, relax a little, melt into it like softened butter. 

and when you pull away, you see the sleepiness in his eyes. you always wonder how he goes to class, comes to work, goes to the library to work on assignments, and then rushes back to the diner after he eats so he can work another shift. bringing your hand up to cradle his cheek, you ask if he’s okay. he leans into the warmth of your skin for a second before giving you a quick nod. 

“i’m almost done with my shift. wanna go out for somethin’ in a bit?” 

“we don’t have to eat out today,” you tell him, tugging on his sleeve like you always do when you insist on staying in. 

“not even ice cream? ya said ya wanted to try that shit-lookin' chocolate one.” 

“if your shit looks like that i’m a bit concerned for you,” you tell him, twirling his sleeve around your fingers. his teeth peek out from his lips in a dimply smile, one that has you swooning. "no shit-lookin' ice cream today."

"then what do ya wanna do? it's friday night, ya should do something fun." you notice the way he excludes himself from his words.

"how about we just chill at my place tonight? watch a movie or something? i still have those chips you like," you insist. "and my roommates aren't home. stay as long as you want?"

oh, how 'samu loves your place — the comfort of your bed, your sheets that smell like you. he can't help but nod a bit too eagerly, catching your hand in his larger ones.

he gets back to work as quick as he can, not wanting you to leave you waiting, but truthfully, you don't mind. you watch his back flex in his black uniform as he wipes down the counter. osamu can feel your eyes on him, and suddenly he has love songs blooming in his mind, wisps of a sweet melody coursing through his veins.

you're too good for him, he thinks. you don't mind his chaste kisses when he's in a rush, or when he decides to nap on your shoulder between classes.

he throws his boss a quick wave before throwing on his jacket, shoving his arm into the sleeve as he stumbles towards the front of the diner to see you again. you look up at him with something like ardor and solace swimming in your eyes. placing a quick kiss to the top of your head, osamu slips his hand into yours.

"sorry, babe, took me longer than usual to check inventory," he apologizes, squeezing your hand a couple times as the brisk air touches your skin.

"'s all good. i like watching you work. you're all focused in there."

"gotta be or that man's gonna throw me out. how else am i gonna pay for your expensive ass drinks?"

"all that for a matcha with sweet cream cold foam," you squeeze his hand back in appreciation.

"yeah, well, don't wan' anyone else buyin' those for ya."

osamu's cute like this — nose all red from the cold, a wrinkle in his brow at the thought of someone else surprising you with your favorite drink every morning. atsumu thinks his brother has it bad for you ("down so fuckin' bad, dude," he'd say), and honestly, osamu agrees. he never thought he'd be excited to wake up at the crack of dawn to pick up your favorite coffee before your 8 am, or watch you get distracted by online shopping when you should've been doing your assignment. if love is seeing you at the end of each day, kissing your lips even when he's covered in condiments and oil, holding your backpack for you after a long day, then osamu wants it all.

because even when he should be worrying about the quiz he has tomorrow and the fact that he hasn't slept properly in the past four weeks, he starts to hum that familiar love song when you unlock the door to your apartment (it's become familiar to you, too, because that tune escapes his lips whenever you're by his side).

reblogs n interactions are appreciated!

[rabdoidal]

A year in fragments

i. Jenny Xie, from Eye Level: Poems; “Zuihitsu” ii. February 1, 1922, The Diaries of Franz Kafka iii. March 5, 1922, The Diaries of Franz Kafka iv. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing v. Charlotte Brontë  — Jane Eyre vi. John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent vii. Charlotte Brontë  — Jane Eyre viii. Raymond Carver ix. James Baldwin, Just Above My Head// Lea Malot x. L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables xi. Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Elizabeth Holland (early November 1865) xii. Natalie Diaz, “Manhattan Is a Lenape Word.” Postcolonial Love Poem

[fishmotif]

nayyirah waheed - lighthouse // our flag means death (2022-)

[mohabbaat-deactivated20231018]

bollywood lyrics which make me go insane (or love and devotion feat. bollywood, part 2) :

[translation : why should i go to the temple, my beloved is my god. why should i go to the mosque, my beloved is my god]

[translation : your laugh is like (my) heaven, your everything is like (my) heaven]

[translation :  there was place empty for (a) god in my heart, today i found your face there]

[translation : warn the sun that talk (to my beloved) after calming your fire, if you want to talk to her then lower your gaze first]

[translation : without you i have been to holy places (to pray for you) countless times, my beloved]

[translation :  I have fought the world and won to get here, but I’ve lost myself to you, what effect you’ve had over me..]

[mohabbaat-deactivated20231018]

i am a deserted sky, and you are the moonlight (feat. bollywood)

maine poocha chand se (abdullah) // here // tu hi hai (dear zindagi) // amitabh bachchan and rekha in silsila // chehra hai ya chand khila hai (saagar) // unknown // ajab si (om shanti om) // shahrukh khan and aishwarya rai in devdas // i love you (bodyguard)

[mohabbaat-deactivated20231018]

take my hand take my whole life too (feat. bollywood)

tere haath mein (fanaa) // @distantvoices (x) // nazm nazm (bareilly ki barfi) // @thewildetyme​ (x) // soniyo (raaz 2) // @sofiadreamss (x) // chaar kadam (pk) // ek ladki ko dekha toh aisa laga // lae dooba (aiyaary)

[redcarat]

for lovers : -The peace of the beach by Ralph P Quinonez | for lovers lamp | hai cheng , The8

[voiceofthenightingale]

Now what? After 3 weeks of protests and educating ourselves and educating others, how do we keep the momentum going for this civil rights movement? How do we make permanent change?

X

[propshophannah]

“Why don’t you tell me I’m pretty?” Elain said.

Azriel looked up from his book. She was standing in the doorway to the library—frustrated, unsure.

“You never tell me I’m pretty. You never compliment my dresses or the style of my hair.” She crossed to him, hands fisted in the skirts of her cobalt dress. “Why not? Why don’t you give me compliments like the other males?”

Azriel blinked and put down his book. “Because… because compliments are just words, and you don’t need words.” He stood and walked until they were an arm’s length apart. His voice was soft, low. “When you feared for your life, I gave you a knife so you could defend yourself. When you were lost, I asked you to teach me to garden so you would have purpose, and a place. When you were too sad to move or speak, I sat with you so you’d know you were not alone. And when you are happy I am content to sit in silence, to watch and to be, and to not waste those moments with silly observations about your appearance.”

He took a step toward her. And than another.

Her breath grew heavy the closer he got. When at last they shared breath, she whispered, “And what if I w-wanted silly observations?”

He stroked a knuckle down her cheek, to trace her jaw. She stilled, the world so quiet she measured the moments by the pounding of her heart.

“Then I would tell you that no ode to your beauty could ever do justice, and it would not have driven Truth-teller into the Hybern king’s neck.”

He stroked that knuckle down the line of her throat, to the neckline of the dress, trailing it over the tops of her breasts.

“I would tell you that pretty words about how the color of your cobalt dress brings out the warmth in your eyes would not have helped ground you in a new life nor give you purpose.”

He twirled a golden curl around his finger, then slowly tucked it behind her ear.

“I would tell you that nothing could be gained from knowing how a loose curl, hanging near your neck, drives me mad beyond belief with wanting—to touch, to taste—because it would not have gotten you out of bed all those months ago, nor made you feel any less alone.”

He leaned in and every ounce of focus went to what he might do next, where he might touch her next. The entire world balanced on a razor’s edge… his hand found the side of her face and he leaned in. She stopped breathing.

“And I would tell you that I have been in love with you, Elain Archeron, for a very, very long time.”

Azriel gently pressed his lips to hers. It was quiet and strong and light—a silken caress. And it was a beginning of something she had no words to describe.

[notn0t]

THIS. IS. AMAZING. I AM CRYNG.

[valtsv]

i know it can come across as reading too much into things sometimes but i’m such a sucker for the the unspoken aspects of a relationship dynamic. stuff like “i know it’s them, i’d recognize that stupid hair/face/distinctive article of clothing anywhere” implying that the speaker has observed the subject of their description long and regularly enough to accurately recall their physical appearance, or “i made you coffee, just how you like it” implying that they’ve not only spent long enough time together to learn and memorize their preferences and habits, but actually cared enough to make the effort to do so

[ugly-cat-sweater]

[notn0t]

you can disagree but this is the entire plot of acomaf

[nooonbinaryyyy]

yeah sure say fuck you to jk rowling but dont forget to like. actually support trans women.

[nooonbinaryyyy]

Donate to the Trans Women of Colour Coalition

Stop using the word femboy

“Men in dresses” jokes aren’t funny they’re just transmisogynistic. Stop making them and stop supporting creators who make them.

Stop engaging with terfs. it doesn’t matter if you’re proving them wrong, you’re still giving them a platform. block them and move on.

Install shinigami eyes

Stop insisting trans women can’t use he/him pronouns or dress “masculinely”

Stop insisting trans women have to medically transition to be “real women”

Donate to the homeless black trans women fund

Read some books by trans women

Check out the Trans*Scribe category on Autostraddle

Donate to or volunteer at the San Francisco LGBT Center (they run the Trans Employment Program)

[etheringtonbrothers]

The ONLY WAY to combat the lack of funding in arts education is for professionals to take a few hours a week to share their skills for FREE, to empower and encourage the next generation of artists. THIS IS WHAT THE INTERNET IS FOR. Here’s 200 tutorials:

How to draw ANGRY EXPRESSIONS How to draw BATTLE DAMAGE How to draw BIRD HEADS How to draw BOOKS How to draw BOTTLES and GLASSES How to draw BOXES How to draw BREAKING GLASS How to draw BRICKWORK How to draw CABLES and WIRES How to draw CAR CHASES How to draw CATERPILLAR TRACKS How to draw CAVES How to draw CHARACTERS (3-SHAPES) How to draw CHARACTERS (FLIPPED-SHAPES) How to draw CHARACTER SHAPES How to draw CITYSCAPES How to draw COMIC COVERS How to draw COMPOSITION   How to draw CONTRAST How to draw CONVERSATIONS How to draw CREATURE TEETH How to draw CROSS-CONTOURS How to draw DETAIL AT DISTANCE How to draw EARS How to draw FABRIC How to draw FEET & SHOES How to draw FEMALE HANDS PART ONE How to draw FEMALE HANDS PART TWO How to draw FLAGS How to draw FOOD TRUCKS How to draw FOREGROUND MIDGROUND BACKGROUND How to draw GAME BUILDINGS How to draw GEMS and CRYSTALS How to draw GHOSTS How to draw GIRL’S HAIR How to draw GOLD How to draw GRASS How to draw HAIR (1940s styles) How to draw HAIR IN MOTION How to draw HAPPY EXPRESSIONS How to draw HEAD ANGLES How to draw HOOVES How to draw HORNS How to draw HORSE HEADS How to draw IMPACT DEBRIS How to draw IN 3D How to draw INTEGRATING LOGOS How to draw INTERIOR BASICS How to draw IN-WORLD TYPOGRAPHY How to draw JUMPS How to draw JUNGLE PLANT CLUSTERS How to draw JUNK HOUSES How to draw LAMP POSTS How to draw LAVA How to draw LIGHTNING and ELECTRICITY How to draw MECHANICAL DETAILS How to draw MUSHROOMS and FUNGUS How to draw MONSTER HEADS How to draw MONSTER TENTACLES How to draw MONSTER TRUCKS How to draw MOUNTAINS How to draw NEGATIVE SPACE How to draw NEWSPAPERS How to draw NOSES How to draw OVERGROWN VEGETATION How to draw PEBBLES AND GRAVEL How to draw PERSPECTIVE BOXES How to draw PIGS How to draw PILLOWS and CUSHIONS How to draw POD HOUSES How to draw POURING LIQUID How to draw ROBOT ARMS How to draw ROCK FORMATIONS How to draw RUNNING FIGURES How to draw SAND How to draw SAUSAGE DOGS How to draw SEA WEED   How to draw SHADOW COMPOSITION How to draw SHOULDER ARMOUR How to draw SIEGE WEAPONS How to draw SILHOUETTE THUMBNAILS How to draw SMALL FLAMES How to draw SMALL, MEDIUM, LARGE How to draw SMOKE EFFECTS How to draw SNOW How to draw SPACE BIKES How to draw SQUIRRELS How to draw STICK FIGURES How to draw SWORD FIGHTS How to draw THE HORIZON How to draw TIKI STATUES How to draw TREASURE CHESTS How to draw TREE BARK How to draw TREE ROOTS How to draw USING THE SHATTER TECHNIQUE How to draw VEHICLE STANCE How to draw VINES How to draw VINTAGE PLANES How to draw WATER How to draw WOODEN HOUSES

[gayemo]

Than k y o u u

[banana-ool-deactivated20211208]

*reblogs aggressively*

[i-am-committing-tax-fraud]

@yashee-but-jjba

[guiltiest-gear]

Ooh

[purplexiasphinx]

EEEE???? EEEEE THIS IS GREAT

[alliebringsthepop]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

[singinginthecar]

while protestors are out on the streets asking justice for breonna taylor's murder, louisville law enforcement has senselessly murdered another black man, david mcatee. he was the owner of a bbq restaurant and he was literally at the protests feeding people when he was killed after law enforcement blindly shot into a crowd!! his family says he was shot while trying to protect his niece!! he was known to feed police officers for free!! he was a good, kind man! say his name!!

[singinginthecar]

[singinginthecar]

important reminder that his murder occurred a 10 minute drive (or approx. 40 min walk) away from the protest sites... in a black neighborhood. his body was left out in the streets for nearly 12 hours. the officers who shot him were not wearing / did not activate their body cameras... so there is no evidence of the shooting.

you can sign a petition to bring justice to david and his family, by requesting the louisville mayor to take appropriate action by making sure the killer is identified and arrested.

[sweeterxfiction]

Breonna Taylor’s petition has still not hit its goal. It takes next to no time at all to sign it. So if you haven’t, please do it and signal boost.

Petition

GoFundMe

[avicecaro]

for as much as studyblr may have its faults, it’s a pretty sizable online space that tells young girls that the absolute coolest thing you can do is be smart and work hard and believe in yourself and i think that’s pretty great

[simmerstesia]

anonymous leaked bolsonaro’s private info including his credit card number and someone on twitter bought a whole ass macbook pro with it. yes. a person bought an macbook pro with the president’s credit card. this country really isn’t for beginners

[simmerstesia]

SOMWBODY ELSE BOUGHT. A FUCKI NG APARTMENT I-

[yourloversstaymyage]

hey, brazilian person here. it may all sound funny and shit (and damn, he even got affiliated to many left wing parties) but… he’s been trying to insure a dictatorship even since he got elected. there’s been protests against democracy and he’s been attending them all (without a mask, btw. meanwhile, almost 30k have died of coronavirus, we still got no health minister, even if i called it anarchy we still would prefer anarchy cause this is a whole new level). we are now standing in solidarity with USA! our police system is the most deadly in the world, killing 2x more than the american, specially young black kids. if you can, please keep an eye out for us and sign the petition justice for João Pedro

[nct-chaeng]

PAY ATTENTION TO BRAZIL. BLACK PEOPLE ARE BEING KILLED EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. AND SEVERAL OF THEM ARE FUCKING KIDS.

the one petition everyone is sharing is for João Pedro, was was killed inside his home, he was shot on his back. 70, and i repeat, 70 shots were fired against the house he was in, and the police claimed it was because they were in a confront. everyone near his house confirmed there wasn’t anything going around.

but that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

SAY THEIR NAMES

LUCAS CUSTÓDIO DOS SANTOS. he was a sixteen years old boy who got shot on his leg after returning from a soccer game. his last words were “you don’t have to kill me, sir”

CARLOS MAGNO DE OLIVEIRA NASCIMENTO (18 yo, student), CARLOS ALBERTO DA SILVA (21 yo, painter and bricklawyer) EVERSON GONÇALVES SILOTE (26 yo, taxi driver) AND THIAGO DA COSTA CORREIA DA SILVA (19 yo, mechanic). They were killed on an event now known as “Chacina do Borel” it happened in 2003 and no one was held responsible.

HERINALDO VINICIUS DE SANTANA. he was an eleven years old boy who left his house to buy a ping pong ball. he was with money on his hands. His last words were “I want my mom”

ALAN DE SOUZA LIMA. He was fifteen and his last words “we were just playing, sir”

DOUGLAS RODRIGUES, 17 years old. His last words: “Why did you shoot me, Sr?”. The policemen was acquitted for lack of evidence.

REMEMBER MATEUS SANTOS DE MORAIS, FIVE YEARS OLD. FIVE. YEARS. OLD. He got shot while playing in front of his house. SAY HIS NAME.

ÁGATHA FELIX. 8 YEARS OLD. She was returning home with her mother when she got shot. FOR NO REASON. SAY HER NAME.

FABIO DOS SANTOS VIERA, 21 years. He was shot because, according to the police, he was holding a gun. That gun was never found.

EVALDO DOS SANTOS ROSA, 51 years old. 257 SHOTS FIRED AT HIS CAR. SAY HIS NAME. His family was inside of it too, including a 7 year old kid. Evaldo died instantly. NO JUSTICE NO PEACE

MATHEUS OLIVEIRA, 23. The Police got >>scared<< and shot him in the head. He had just become a father.

MARCUS VINICIUS, 14 years. shot during a police operation while returning from school, his last words:“ Didn’t they see that I was wearing school clothes, mom?”.

EMILLY CAETANO DA COSTA, 9 years old, was shot two times on the back. The police said the vehicle her family was in was suspicious. They chased the car and shot five times. Her mom, dad, and two sisters were in the car.

LUCAS, 14 years old,disappeared after some cops take him out from his home, his body was found floating at a lake in a park.

MARIA EDUARDA, 13 YEARS OLD. Killed inside of her SCHOOL! SAY HER NAME

victims of the Costa Barros massacre, killed by the police with 111 SHOTS while celebrating the youngest’s first salary.

Wilton Estever Domingos Jr, 20. Wesley Castro Rodrigues, 25. Cleiton Corrêa de Souza, 18. Carlos Eduardo Silva Souza, 16. Roberto Silva de Souza, 16. Victims of the Costa Barros massacre, killed by the police with 111 SHOTS while celebrating the youngest’s first salary.

PEDRO GONZAGA, 19, killed by a supermarket security guard. He was suffocated and suffered cardiac arrest.

KETELLEN GOMES, 5 years old. Was riding her bike when she was shot during a police operation. Her last words was “Mom, don’t cry, no, mom”. The target from the shooters was Davi Gabriel Martins Nascimento, 17 years old, who also died.

75% of those killed by the police in Brazil are black.

Black people are 147% more likely to be murdered than white people in this country.

Brazil currently has the highest rate of killing of Blacks in the world outside Africa. It far surpasses the U.S.

EVERY 23 SECONDS, A BLACK PERSON IS KILLED IN BRAZIL.

SAY THEIR NAMES

[kingmieczyslaw]

If you think Trump is bad and reblog everyday USA’s situation, BRAZIL NEEDS THIS TYPE OF ATTENTION AS WELL.