can i have my toenail back

Fear Potion

TW: Mentions of sexual assault, attempted sexual assault.

Dear diary,

It’s been six months to the day since I was raped.

I still haven’t gone back to school, I’m doing it all from home. It’s easier so I don’t have to face him. I sometimes miss my friends, but at least there’s Facebook. Not many of them talk to me anymore. There’s a few that do but half of those treat me like I’m… different. I haven’t changed.

That’s a lie. A lot has changed. But I’m still Alex.

And I’ve finally picked up going to the survivor support group.

The leader’s name is Krissa. She’s nice. I told them my story. For once I felt no judgment. Even my mom seems critical of my every move.

I’ll keep going back.

I don’t know if I can survive this still.

I survived today though. That counts for something, at least.

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Kageie’s tweets [5/5]

Yoshichi: I was the only one left out…*

Kageie: Yocchan is following me and it’s annoying

Kageie: Even Hotaru has joined in

Kageie: Tora too

Kageie: I did take your picture

Kageie: Wrapping things up soon. Thanks for celebrating my birthday

Kageie: The end

1) that is a beautiful family

2) are we going to discuss hotaru’s weird feet or what

*yoshichi is the only one who didn’t get a photo tweeted yesterday

Lost It To Trying #2 - [EXO] Jongin CEO!Au

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

[A/N] The promised part two. 

Paper flying across the table. A stack of documents pushed off the edge as his assistant swallowed in nervous spit. “Again.” He commanded. His hooded eyes showed no mercy what so ever. Its been months now.

The thought of you and your vibrant presence at the bottom of every bottle. It clouded him ever since he realized what absence meant. “So this is what it feels like.” Her presence was strong, so her absence is pain. When he came in his stretched limousine, everything felt like everyday. Nothing exceptional. The long lines of employees anticipating his arrival at the curb. He let the iPad fell from his grasp in the car after he checked his schedules of the day. His assistant puts his flight to Frankfurt right after a meeting without leaving an hour gap-the gap he always demands.

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The Pedicure

221B Baker St.

Sherlly: (greeted Molly with the big smile) Aunt Molly!!!

Molly: (kissed the girl’s cheek) Hello, love. Are you having fun with Uncle Sherlock?

Sherlly: (nodded repeatedly) Yeah!! I am a beauty salon owner today. See?

Molly: Ah…I see. Can I play with you?

Sherlly: Yes, but you might have to wait a bit. I am very busy now; with Miss Holly’s pedicure. (Whispered) She is quite a difficult client though.

Sherlock: (To Sherlly) Are we done yet? I do not want to be late on the first date.

Sherlly sighed heavily and went back to work. She decided to put a very pink color nail polish toy on Sherlock’s toenails.

Molly: (chuckled) Oh…my poor little pumpkin. (to Sherlock) How do you do, Miss Holly?

Sherlock: (put his paper down and grinned warmly) How do you do, Mrs.Holmes?

My little one shot….after sometimes.


I have a square jaw and a heart
not close to a heart. Toothaches
that remind me I can feel twelve
again, capable of spitting out words
like watermelon seeds, as far as a kiss
to the cheek goes, and as close as a hug
can ever last. Breathe. My mom
would say. After running in a living room
marathon. After pretending I can be anything
I want from a frog, to a princess
to a toenail moon, to the sound of footsteps
on the stairway of our house and back.
Breathe, she’d say, after you hand me
all the poems I wrote for you
like returning a present after you find
an amputated arm, and blood.
You wrote it tragically, you say. And I didn’t
understand how it was too much for you
to understand. Because when you came
I was happy enough to let all that sadness
out, pretend I’m spitting watermelon seeds
as easily again, pretend that they actually grew
into something other than red. And that you,
you loved me not just because you can
but because you actually could
when sadness comes.
—  Kharla M. Brillo, Sad Seeds and Sad Hearts.
[Ereri 365 Project] Day 148 : Nails

Eren watches quietly while Levi sits on the couch, meticulously cutting and filing each of his fingernails before smearing this oily stuff that looks like it’s in a nail polish bottle on each one.

He sits down and continues watching as Levi moves on to his toenails, using the same process.

“Is there a particular reason you’re staring at me, brat?”

Eren jumps, not having expected him to speak. “What?”

Levi looks up. “You’re staring?”

“It’s nothing, you’re just really neat.”

“I practically kick your when you don’t clean up after yourself and you tell me I’m neat now?”

Eren rolls his eyes. “It’s just that you’re even neat with things like this, I can never cut my nails even.”

Levi finishes the last of his toenails. “You want me to do them for you?”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

Levi shrugs and gets up. “I’ll be right back.”

He brings in a basin of soapy hot water and a bottle of rubbing alcohol with a few Q-tips.

“Put your feet in the water,” he says. “Technically I shouldn’t cut your nails when they’re wet but I’m making the exception ‘cause your feet have to be clean before I touch them.”

Eren pit his feet in the water and watched silently as Levi puts alcohol on a Q-tip and starts wiping down the blade part of his nail cutters. He picks up Eren’s hand. “Goddamn you have dry skin,” he mutters. “Hold on, I’m getting lotion.”

Eren makes a face, muttering, “This always happens when it gets cold outside.”

Levi nods, bringing back his lotion to put on Eren’s hands. “Dry skin is common in winter, it’s fine.”

Levi starts by cutting Eren’s nails, then filing them, and then moves on the putting that oily stuff on them. “What’s that?” Eren asks.

“Moisturizer,” Levi replies. “When I was in college, I had such a poor diet my nails started drying up without this stuff. Obviously I eat better now so they won’t dry out without it but I think they look better with it.”

Eren nods slowly and watches as Levi squeezes some lotion onto his palm and starts massaging his hand, making sure to get some on the gaps between his boyfriend’s fingers.

He repeats the process for the other hand before draping a towel across his lap. “Okay, give me your foot,” Levi says.

He makes a face at how long Eren’s toenails are. “Sorry,” Eren whines. “But I always cut them too short and they hurt.”

Levi shakes his head. “It’s because you cut them round,” he says. “If you cut them flat the sides won’t cut into your toe as much as they grow.”

Eren nods and watches as Levi dries his foot more thoroughly and starts cutting and filing the nails. He’s gentler with Eren’s feet than he’d been with Eren’s hands so Eren leans back and relaxes while Levi works.

When Levi’s done with Eren’s nails, he starts massaging his feet and Eren blushes. Levi cocks an eyebrow at him. Eren moans quietly.

Suddenly Levi locks eyes with and brings Eren’s foot up to his face, placing a kiss on the end of his big toe. Eren bucks his hips slightly and Levi’s eyes widen. “You have a foot fetish don’t you?” he asks quietly.

Eren nods, still blushing, trying to will his sudden boner away. Levi picks up his other foot to massage that one as well before dropping both of Eren’s feet on the couch and getting up to put all his things away. “You’re just gonna leave me here like this?” Eren asks, pouting.

Levi turns slowly, smirking. “Darling if we do this now, this shit won’t get cleaned up until tomorrow.” He walks into the hallway, swaying his hips slightly. “Plus I need a cigarette.”

Eren just groans and sinks into the couch. Levi’s such a tease.