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polarisjisung · 8 months

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PROM DATE

synopsis: when you tell your best friend that you don't have a date for senior prom, you never thought you'd also end up telling him why

wc: 1.1k

pairings: best friend!mark lee x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: like one cuss word maybe

notes: I saw this cute kid on tiktok taking his best friend to prom and my mind instantly went to mark

Insane.

To you, Mark Lee genuinely looked as though he'd gone insane.

His wide eyes bulging from their sockets, hair slicked back with a hand atop his head, mouth agape.

"Dude, you're playing" he confirms another time, and you don't understand what about the situation seems so difficult to grasp for the older, not when the words were spilling from your mouth in front of him.

"No mark, I'm not, I don't have a date" you deadpan and his eyes physically can't grow any wider if they tried to, so instead he begins shaking his head frantically, and shock isn't an expression mark wears regularly but he certainly wears it with full meaning, you realise.

You didn't have a date to prom. It was surprising to most, you had no shortage of people asking you out, no negative attributes to stop people asking you out, no reason for you to politely decline them the way you did, it made no sense to anyone, not your parents who simply didn't understand your logic or your friends who didn't see why you'd turn down the hottest guy in your year, not your best friend, mark, who didn't understand why you of all people didn't have a date to prom.

"Like you really don't have a date? like seriously?" you'd always been impatient and as your eyes bore into his mark puts his hands up in defeat

"okay okay I got it"

He seems tense for a moment, worried, and you know that expression, the one where his brows furrow and his lips turn downwards at the corners so very slightly

"You look constipated" you tease, mark doesn't seem to take notice however, lost in his own world, until you lightly smack the crown of his head.

"What?" he squeaks, staring up through the strands of brown hair that cover his eyes.

Cute

"don't stress markie" you take a seat on your bed next to him, "I'm happy without a date" and mark searches for anything in your voice that proves otherwise, but he can't find a single ounce of hesitance

You giggle at him from across the bed, standing up and marching over to your wardrobe

Mark remembers his prom last year, the one kid who didn't show up with a date ripped to shreds for being a loser, still famous in his uni life for being the nerd who couldn't score a date to prom— he knew your case was a little different, you were well liked at school, but people would talk no doubt

"You can't go without a date," he sighs, the hand in his hair now holding one of your decorative fluffy pillows painfully tight

"yes I can mark" you don't turn around, searching for the long plastic protected dress in your closet.

"people talk a lot of shit, I don't want you to be the brunt of their jokes y/n" he's serious, you can tell from the way he's not using all those mark words he'd use to address you, how he uses your name

"i don't want to go with anyone else, though," you pout, quickly upturning your lips when you find the baby blue dress at the back of your closet

Mark chooses to ignore it, the part of your sentence that awakens the disgusting feeling of the green eyed monster inside of him at just the mention of you having someone who you liked, he certainly didn't need details

"Come on, you know what people are like"

"yeah mark, and I dont care, they'll talk their shit regardless, if not today then another day, its none of their business if I have a date or not, that's all up to me"

He doesn't respond, trying to figure you out, why you're so defensive all of a sudden when, just as you said, you usually didn't give a shit what people had to say, mark included on the matters you'd already made your mind up for

"besides" you're whispering, hoping that Mark only hears your words if they'll end the way you want. "If you want me to have a date so bad, why don't you take me?"

Mark freezes, the pillow in his hands falling to the floor and in the reflection of your floor to ceiling mirror you notice two spots of bright red spreading across his cheeks and over his ears.

He heard you, that was for sure.

"don't ask things of me that you don't want me to do" he scoffs, bright and beady eyes turned dark in a second, when suddenly mark, who'd never been noticeably taller than you seems to tower over your figure.

"and who's to say I don't want you to be my date" you have no fear left in you, you'd hidden it for years, cried yourself to sleep the night mark had taken someone else as his date to prom, sent him those anonymous letters every valentines day, watched as he played volleyball with the guys on the beach with his wet hair matted to his forehead, heart thumping at every sight of him "whos to say you're not the reason I haven't said yes to a single promposal"

"You don't mean that," marks usual excited, enthusiastic voice is gone, a soft tone coming from somewhere within his throat now replacing his carefree way of speaking

"I don't want a date if its not you"

Your own tone drips with sincerity, so genuine, so tender, so sweet that he doesn't know how to respond, not with those eyes of yours staring so expectantly into his, not when he feels the heat of your breath against his neck, not when you take his hands into your own, interlocking your fingers as you flutter your eyelashes with each blink

"I think I love you" he spits out, and this time he freezes in place, not a thought in his mind until your voice breaks through his trance

"Enough to take me to prom?" you smile, those pearly whites that had his heart skipping a beat on perfect show as you pressed your forehead against his

"Enough to take you to a thousand proms"

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daresplaining · 2 months

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"You're crazy, all of you. I'm real, you hear me? As real as anyone." Daredevil vol. 5 #607 by Charles Soule, Phil Noto, and Clayton Cowles

"I don't even know how to say this...I'm not real." Devil's Reign #5 by Chip Zdarsky, Marco Checchetto, Marcio Menyz, and Clayton Cowles

I touched on this topic in this post, but the thought has been gnawing on my brain since Devil's Reign #5 dropped (in March 2022? Mike has been dead for two years already?! God...) so I'm giving it its own post.

Modern Mike's existence is divided into two clearly delineated states of being: "fragment" (Reader's umbrella term for his creations) and "Real Boy" (Mike's term for himself from the 2020 Annual, though shout-out to the fans who had already been calling him that since 2018). It's a literal transformation, from one form of life to another, but it also spans Mike's character arc and psychological journey: from desperately declaring his realness in Daredevil volume 5 to begrudgingly accepting the nature of his existence at the end of his introductory arc, to taking action and making himself real in Daredevil volume 6. For me, the above scene from #607 was the gut-punch moment that first got me intensely intensely invested in modern Mike, when the depth of his fear and the horror of his situation became clear-- and the emotional resonance of that moment, for me, carried over into the bombshell scene in Devil's Reign #5 when he answered the questions that had been left dangling after he rewrote reality in the 2020 Annual: Did he still remember the previous version of the world? Did he remember what he had done to change it? Did he remember being a "fragment"?

His nervous declaration to Butch-- "I'm not real"-- hits like a truck not just because it is such a risky admission, but also because of how it contextualizes Mike's new reality and what his cosmic rewrite actually changed for him. Which, it would seem, was probably not enough.

Yes, after his trick with the Norn Stone, the gaps in his memories have been filled in. Yes, he now has a birth certificate and a social security number (presumably) and actual friends and family who share actual history with him, and I'm sure that's a tremendous relief. But how much of a solace can it really be, when he still knows that the only reason he has all of those things is because he forced the universe to give them to him? His twin might think they were born together now, but Mike still knows the truth about how he was created, and now he is the only person in the world who does. He has gone from having unique memories of a past that doesn't exist for anyone else to...having unique memories of a past that doesn't exist for anyone else.

Is this new reality that much better than the old one for Mike? If he still knows that he hasn't always been real, does he feel any less like a ghost?

It is very easy to find parallels between Mike being the only person who remembers his time as a "fragment" and Matt, following the Purple Children's mind wipe, being the only person who still knew that he was Daredevil. Matt was stuck with knowledge of a world that once was-- a world in which his identity was public-- and he couldn't handle the sudden total isolation of no one at all sharing his secret, and so decided to tell someone (but just one person; Foggy). Mike's situation was nearly the same. The fear and isolation and vulnerability he'd felt as a fragment was something he had literally bent the universe to escape, but he was still left haunted by the memory of it. We didn't get much of a sense of what was going on in Mike's head in his appearances following the Annual, but I can only imagine that, mixed in with everything else he was feeling in that scene in Devil's Reign #5, he felt some amount of relief sharing the weight of that secret with his best friend. I have to wonder if, had he lived long enough, he would have told anyone else.

#He REMEMBERED! I just...AUGH!#I miss Mike so much.#Daredevil #Mike Murdock #Mike Murdockalypse #Commentary #ID in alt text

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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“You let the Entity eat Mumbo?”

“I didn’t mean to! Let is a strong word!” wails Grian. He’s been cornered to the side of his cave by Scar and Iskall. He’s covering his face awkwardly with his hands and cowering. Good. At least he knows how much of a serious idiot he’s been being.

“I can’t believe you!” Iskall says. “And you didn’t tell anyone?”

“It was fine!” Grian says. “It was - I had it perfectly well-handled. I already had the Rift and everything, all I needed to do was -”

“You don’t have a handle on the Rift either,” Scar says.

“Shut up,” Grian says. There’s a strange, ominous growl to his voice. Not for the first time, Iskall eyes the stone claws at the end of Grian’s fingers warily. His eyes have always been that weird blank black, but lately they seem especially so. For a moment, Iskall is quiet.

“Okay,” Iskall says. “Fine. You didn’t mean to.” Iskall doesn’t actually believe that, which is also a little terrifying, but he’ll get to that later. “You’re still going to march with me right to - I guess Ren?” He looks at Scar.

Scar shrugs. “I mean, I guess? We don’t have an authority for - for people who get their best friends eaten by their pet rock. I mean, I guess that could be an Xisuma problem, but sometimes I think Tango is better with that stuff and I am not letting Tango near the Entity.”

“What he said,” Iskall says.

“Ren’s going to throw me in jail if I do that. He’s already after my head!”

“Tough shit!” Iskall says.

“Gasp. You said a swear,” Scar says.

“Yes! Because the situation is fucking serious!” Iskall says. “I know it’s funny to say that Mumbo has - it’s been months Grian! Months of you saying he was fine! Months of - if the Entity hadn’t done - well, we wouldn’t know if it hadn’t been for that! Months!”

Iskall and Scar both shudder, remembering what they’d seen of the Entity. Yes, that had pretty thoroughly showed them just how Grian had been lying. Iskall’s never going near it again. All he can think of is flesh and blood and dripping viscera and a familiar face in a place it shouldn’t be twisted in ways it - and Grian had been claiming Mumbo was on vacation.

“I’m not - I have it under control. Look at Grumbot Prime. We have a - it’s under control,” Grian says. “Please. You can’t tell anyone. You can’t tell anyone. Please it’s under control I have it just let me -”

“No, Grian,” Scar says. “We’re going to take this to people who can help. And we’re going to hope it’s not too late.” There’s a long pause. “I’m - I’m not very happy with you,” Scar adds, and the tone that he says it in says everything else.

Grian falls silent. He’s just... staring now. It’s eerie. He’s almost completely still. It’s not how Grian reacts to things. Scar nods and reaches for Grian, and for a moment, Iskall is terrified. He almost stops Scar then.

Something is horribly wrong.

Nothing happens. Grian is nearly limp in Scar’s hands as he’s lifted up. Scar’s expression is odd and blank. It makes sense, given the circumstances, but Iskall is suddenly deeply, deeply aware of the purple light that bathes everything here and those damned stone claws Grian has these days that he’s still not using.

“We’ll get this sorted,” Iskall says, instead of any of his misgivings.

Grian is silent. Iskall looks at Scar over Grian’s head and, together, they start frog marching him to the shopping district, where hopefully they can get him in front of people who can figure out how to rescue Mumbo.

Iskall hopes.

(He feels like something is watching them.)

#hermitcraft #a bee fic #body horror #gore #...do i need to tag this with cannibalism please respond #grian #iskall #goodtimeswithscar #hey so i had this HORRIBLE thought about where mumbo could have canonically gone if we wanted to reach for the horror concepts because like #listen. listen. if we want mumbo to be missing. there's an easy way right there.#haha. hahahaha. haha.#anyway glad to write something that's fucked up for no reason again this is a return to form #this is just like. a SNIPPET of the idea here. not even a full thought. please elaborate if you have elaboration it is one am i don't.

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crimzoncrow · 11 months

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tell me about the purring fics. i must know. 1 2 AND 3

YEAHHHH OKAY THE PURRING FICS!!!!!

So! I’m actually going to try and find the dates of my initial ideas for them, bc some of them are older than the others!

Technically speaking my first purring fic idea is from March 6, which was simply, “kon can purr and tim makes it his mission to make him so happy/content that he does so,” which kind of evolved into purring fic #3.

Purring Fic #1: Injuries and Consequences

The first purring fic is from March 23, it looks like. This is actually one of the ones I’ve mentioned to you before!

Kon first discovers he can purr pretty soon after he came out of the tube, even if he doesn’t really know what’s up with it, specifically. He doesn’t purr very often. He thinks it’s embarrassing. Over time he does get more comfortable with it, but it’s still something that’s weird for him & as he gets more comfortable with it another problem arises.

Tim, mostly thinking to himself out loud, brings up that Kon’s purring might have a similar kind-of-healing effect that a cat’s would. Kon hears this and goes “oh, yeah, that’s a way to help people” and starts to try and make himself purr for other people when they’re injured. Usually it’s easy enough—he likes spending time with most of the people he’s trying to help, and usually he can also do something else or have them pet his hair or something depending on the person—but over time it gets harder and harder, and he purrs less and less when he would genuinely be otherwise.

What he doesn’t realize is that he’s building up an association between him purring and one of his loved ones being injured, which isn’t really conductive to feeling happy and safe and content. He doesn’t even notice when he altogether stops purring normally. He doesn’t notice anything’s wrong until he tries to make himself purr again for an injury and he just can’t do it. Even then, he doesn’t really bring it up with anyone else. It can’t be that big of a deal, right?

He wouldn’t be surprised if Tim did this on purpose. Not the getting stabbed part—not this time, at least—but the falling asleep on him part. He’d suggested before that Kon’s purring might have a similar soothing, kind-of-healing effect that a cat’s would, and if Kon had a hole in his gut he’d probably want some magic healing sound effects too.

He can purr. Sure, it won’t be natural, and, sure, it might feel weird, but he can see how Tim’s face scrunches up even in his sleep and he knows that he can help, so he will. He can purr. Except he can’t.

This fic is also where the first timkon quote I’ve ever posted is from! This one:

“Mm…” Tim tilts his head. It’s obscenely cute for someone who’s probably in the middle of psychoanalyzing him.

The fic would probably follow Kon from getting more comfortable with purring to only purring to help soothe others to not being able to purr at all to trying to start getting better with everything purr-related, with maybe flashbacks or dreams or something to get in points with what happened between him first figuring out he can purr and the start of the story. I think the original plan was for that to be included more thoroughly in the fic, but at this point it mostly depends on how big of a project I want this fic to be whenever I do come back to elaborate on it.

Purring Fic #2: The Sickfic

Exactly what it says on the tin! This one is from March 26. It has less of a focus on the purring bits than the others, mostly being centered on the whole sick part of sickfic. It’s also a bit shorter; it was always meant to be a oneshot while the others were meant to be longer!

Kon gets sick. I don’t know if I ever specified how? He gets sick and it sucks and he is very unhappy about it, understandably so. He tosses and turns in bed and is already icky from being sick and on top of that him being sick for whatever reason makes him even more aware of his senses, so he’s overwhelmed from everything going on around him on top of that.

Tim takes care of him while he’s sick. He does his best to make sure that there isn’t any more sensory input than there has to be, and he stays with him as much as he can. Most of this fic would be Tim taking care of Kon, basically. Kon feels icky and gross and Tim helps as much as he can. The purring comes in at the end, when he’s just exhausted and out of it and Tim’s running a hand through his hair and even though he’s sick he just feels content in that moment. He doesn’t even know he can purr, let alone that he did purr, until afterwards when Tim tells him he was.

He groans yet again when his door clicks open. Tim says nothing as he shuffles into the room, the door shutting with a thump behind him. A plastic bag crinkles in his hand. He opens his eyes to look and immediately shuts them again. It’s too bright. He rolls onto his stomach to bury his face in his pillow, then barely a second later rolls back onto his back because his nose is still all stuffy and he couldn’t breathe right. Something—the lightswitch?—makes a plasticky click across the room, and even with his eyes closed the darkness feels so much better. The plastic bag’s rustling and light footsteps’ thumping and Tim’s heartbeat and all of his inner organs’ sloshing noises come closer. Tim’s hand presses against his forehead and it’s kinda gross with all the sweating but it’s cool and the touch might fry his brain a bit in a bad way but it fries it in a good way too and he tries to lean into it with what he thinks has to be the most pathetic sound he’s ever made ever.

This is also where another one of my already posted quotes comes from:

Ugh, he just wants to turn off sound. All of it. The world’s sound rights are gonna get revoked and Kon is gonna be the one to do it.

This one probably fits the category of “purring fic” the least. It’s mostly here because of a followup idea, one to make it part of a series where Tim tries to make him purr more often or tries to figure out what makes him pure and Kon tries to get more used to the fact that that’s even a thing he can do. Which, now that I think about it, is kind of similar to another idea I had.

Purring Fic #3: I am going to punch Tana Moon directly in the face

The other one that I’ve told you about! From March 28. Apparently all of these came from the same week of time, which is wild.

Kon figured out that he can purr around when he got into his relationship with Tana. Most of the beginning stuff stays pretty similar to the start of fic #1, except with more of Tana’s… everything. Kon only really purrs around her because he still to some degree finds it embarrassing, and he thinks he wouldn’t be taken seriously as a cool, awesome hero if he purred. He gets flustered whenever he does wind up purring, usually exemplified by some comment Tana makes about it.

Kon represses everything hard when Tana dies, including purring. He just doesn’t purr after her death. He doesn’t even think about it. Honestly, he just completely forgets that he even can purr until someone else brings it up years later because apparently he’s been purring while he sleeps. His purring being brought back up drags a lot of things back up with it, and he can’t just ignore them now that he knows that they exist.

Bart tilts his head. “Why don’t you ever purr? I’ve heard it. You were sleeping and you told me to pet your hair so I did, and you started purring.” he nods sagely. “It was very cute.”

A muscle in Kon’s arm jumps. Aw, you can purr? That’s adorable!

“Don’t call it that.” He says it meaner than he means to, but any remorse is buried under the memory of the last time someone found out.

This one would also cover a longer period of time and recover like #1, too, though what exactly it covers would be slightly different.

Secret Bonus Purring Fic #4 (I counted wrong): “I Need to Pet You for Research Purposes”

The only one on here that isn’t hurt/comfort, as well as the only one (primarily?) from Tim’s POV! From… three or four days ago, I think? Tho it expands on another idea from June 4.

Tim notices that Clark and Jon can purr and realizes that Kon can probably purr too. This is actually the one that #2 reminded me of! Tim figuring out that Kon can purr through Clark and Jon could be substituted with the events of #2 with minimal changes. I think I like how it is now, but that is an option I’m gonna keep in mind :]

Tim notices that Kon can probably purr and decides that the best thing to do would be to embark on an adventure of using the scientific method to figure out if he really can and how to make him. Most of his initial attempts fail, but eventually he does figure something out.

This would be part of a trilogy of either oneshots or short chapter fics, all following timkon with Tim doing some scientific method something instead of talking about things like a normal person. I’m v heavily considering also doing a sister series thing with Kon’s POV, but I’d want to finish the initial ones first before branching it into something else.

This all also also reminds me of another idea I had a while back, where Tim spends waaay too long watching and observing Kon for Kon to not notice it. For this fic, though, at least the first one, Kon doesn’t really notice something’s up aside from Tim just being kind of weird. Not weird enough for it to be out of his usual range, though, so not weird enough for him to bring it up as a concern.

This one doesn’t have a quote yet, but it does have more of a solid outline than the other three!

That’s it for the purring fics, at least that I can remember! I could probably go on about them more, but I’ve already written more than I thought I would! V happy to continue about them, though, as well as any other ideas :]] It was fun to talk about them!!

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inkdemonapologist · 1 year

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Some Inconclusive Squinting At Wilson And Audrey's Timelines

Probably someone else has already had thoughts on this, but here's some of mine!

WILSON:

World War 1 ended in Nov 1918. Given Nathan was shipped overseas in the final year, it's likely he participated til the end, meaning that if he got busy with Tessa the INSTANT he got home, Wilson would be born in mid 1919 and be, uh, 53 years old by the time of BatDR

No offense to Wilson but he is NOT looking good for 53

Also Wilson somehow sounds approximately a gazillion times older than his dad's audiologs, which, since they're about the death of Joey Drew and the opening of Arch Gate Pictures, are from just a couple years ago.

There's a few different ways headcanon could go on this I think, but I actually have a small speculation/theory on this one: Wilson has been in the Ink Realm for over a decade, thus "removed from the march of time" in reality, but since he's human (the only human!) and not an ink creature, he's been aging while in the Ink Realm.

We know he's been in and out before, and a decade or more could give him enough time to learn about and do all the bullshit he's doing. Henry mentions that he hasn't eaten in years, which could be a mistaken guess -- but if he's correct, would mean he's been captured a lot longer than the 211 days they've been ink-demon-free.

This could also fit with Wilson's weird note about being hidden in plain sight:

"It's been years and my face is still a mystery to my coworkers. They don't know me. They avoid me as if I carried some infectious disease. At first, this was an insult. But now... it is a gift. With the right costume, I can play the part of anyone. I can go completely unnoticed, hidden amongst the shadowed walls. As a clerk, an artist, a producer. Or even... a lowly janitor."

I don't think it's controversial to say that Wilson is eXTREMELY DISTINCTIVE AND VERY NOTICEABLE ACTUALLY, and even the man himself describes being intentionally avoided as if he's diseased, which is sort of the opposite of being unnoticeable. But if Wilson came out of the machine looking over a decade older and was suddenly treated like a weird old man when he's only in his 50s... both his offended confusion and his later realisation that this is an opportunity to be unrecognisable could fit.

(do i think this is intended? tbh probably not. do i think it makes more sense? YES) anyway next up,

AUDREY:

We hear the "tell me another story, Uncle Joey" line in BatIM, which takes place in 1963. Joey describes his previous attempts as those that "came before" Audrey, so most likely he had not created Audrey yet.

This would mean Audrey was created in 1963 at earliest, and is a young woman by the time of BatDR in 1973

This does not look like a 10 year old:

So Joey didn't just create her as a ten year old and then by BatDR she's 20; Something weird happened with her aging. ...this isn't like, a plot hole or anything; she's an ink creature and she can grow up however quickly she wants/Joey wants. BUT IT DOES RAISE SOME QUESTIONS ABOUT EXACTLY HOW THAT WENT DOWN, especially considering that Joey died only 2 years ago, describes having a pretty significant relationship to her, and then in BatDR she has completely forgotten he's her dad. There's so many pieces;

Wilson (dubious trustworthiness) says she'll forget everything, implying that on entering the ink realm she'll lose her memories -- though afaik none of her other actions or comments seem to reflect a loss of memory on any other topic (for example, confidently telling Wilson "I've never done anything to you!" rather than a question of "What did I ever do to you?!")

Similarly, her "Well, newsflash! I didn't even know my father!" line does NOT sound like she suddenly can't remember her dad -- the emotion in it sounds like something that's been kind of a sore spot for a while. Even a new, fudged memory wouldn't have the time to build up this frustration in the Ink Realm... it feels pre-existing.

Joey (dubious trustworthiness) asserts that she's chosen to forget.

With her age being weird we have no idea when she left home; she could've been out on her own for a few years, and depending on the circumstances, may have had reason to forget/dismiss the memories of a very anomalous childhood.

Nathan never mentions her and does not have any explanation for Joey's boosted spirits (when you would think "apparently he adopted a child!" would be a pretty reasonable guess), so she does not seem to PUBLICLY be known as Joey's daughter

With absolutely no information there's space for a lot of speculation -- since she's his creation, can Joey tweak her memories? Can he give her a different backstory? Or did Audrey just end up in a different living situation and her brain decided her "ten years of growing up crammed into 4 years of time" memories with Joey didn't make sense? Did Joey have to give her up for some reason? Or did she and Joey have a huge argument/falling out that led to her leaving home? Did Joey try to demonstrate the truth to her and it was so weird that she just blocked it all out? etc etc etc

She still has the animation cell signed by Henry, and the TioL book with Joey's storyboard notes, which I feel like, she must've been given by Joey? So like, does she know Joey raised her, and she called him "dad" with the assumption he was her adoptive father, and she just wonders about a birth family that must exist but that she never knew? This one feels the most sensible to me, but also doesn't track with Memory Joey making the assumption that she's "chosen to forget" -- though it's also possible he's just being dramatic, or that Memory Joey just didn't know. Or, combine this with the one about Joey telling her the truth and her just repressing that because it's too weird, so she remembers her relationship with her father but not the origin story??? And like... I guess also this would mean the machine DID scramble her memories some so that Memory Joey wasn't shocking to her to meet?

Anyway, I haven't been able to cobble together a SATISFYING THEORY about Audrey's timeline so much as a bunch of really interesting headcanon fodder, depending on how you want to interpret Joey.... Just feels like there's a big space there where SOMETHING Obviously Happened but absolutely no clues towards what it might be.

#batdr #bendy and the dark revival #batdr spoilers #batim audrey #we all write on the walls #batim wilson #I don't know why im still thinking so much about this game lmao #the wilson theory would make even MORE sense if he got that eye scar in the ink realm #but honestly im very attached to the idea that he just already had that #just got an injury as a young adult and lost that eye #its unrelated #audrey drew #wilson arch #an ink stained nightmare forever stuck on repeat

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curse-04 · 2 years

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Written for @hinnyfest

Prompt 1: First I Love You

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A/N: This scene is from a prologue to a fic I was thinking of writing. It changes HBP a little bit, and it changes DH completely. But mostly it's an After The War fic that covers the time from Dumbledore's Funeral till the time Harry and Ginny get married (so about 3 or 4 years).

This scene isn't necessarily based on the prompt, but it does fit the requirement, and I couldn't think of anything else that others weren't already doing.

Also, for context, Harry and Ginny get together in March instead of in May in this story, and Ginny is born in September 1980 (to avoid the Trace).

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"We need to talk," Harry said.

Ginny looked at him and nodded. Unable to do anything else but accept the fact that he would tell her that they would have to break up because he, Ron, and Hermione weren't returning next year. He hadn't told her why, and she hadn't bothered to ask. Hermione did tell her that they were going on a trip though, which made absolutely no sense to Ginny.

He stood up and offered her an arm. She linked hers through it, and he led her away from the Funeral and toward their most frequented spot near the shore of the Black Lake where he cast a Muffliato around them as they sat down.

"I've been keeping something from you," he said, playing with the hem of his robes.

"What is it?" She asked after a few moments passed in silence.

He looked her in the eye, seemingly weighing his decision before he nodded to himself.

Then, he told her everything.

The Meetings with Dumbledore, Tom Riddle's past, the fact that Dumbledore had suspected a possibility that he would not live past this year, all the Spells Dumbledore had taught him as a result that he hadn't even told Ron and Hermione about, the Horcruxes, and he finished it up with telling her about the Diary, and what it actually was.

She listened attentively, grateful that he was revealing such a deep secret to her. At least, until she heard about the Diary, which was when her face had lost all color, and she had to fight herself to not throw up.

Five minutes later, it seemed that she had won the fight against her body, and she leaned against a rock. "Got any other Erumphent Horns you want to drop on me?" She asked in a joking manner, but for the first time, Harry missed it.

His face closed up, revealing not a hint of emotion, but when he spoke, his voice was filled with regret. "I'm sorry," he said, looking at the floor. "I shouldn't have told you that."

"Harry," she said, placing her hand over his arm. "I was just joking. I don't mind keeping your secrets."

"There's still so much you don't know," he said, shaking his head.

"That's alright," she said, trying to sound consoling. "You can tell me in your own time. Or not tell me at all."

Harry shook his head. "You deserve the truth," he said, looking her in the eyes.

"Why?"

"Because I found out something very recently," he said. "And… erm, well… I love you."

Her mouth dropped open in shock. She had never once doubted Harry's feelings over the course of their three month old relationship, but she'd never expected him to come out and say it like that. At least not now.

All of that, however, didn't stop her heart from melting into a puddle of goo, nor did it stop the smallest, most lovesick smile from forming on her face.

"I love you more than I have ever loved anyone," he continued, looking back down at the ground again. "Dumbledore always told me that my ability to Love was my greatest strength. I always thought he was just being a barmy old man. But then you and I got together, and everything was- everything is… better. You make me happy, and I know this is a selfish ask, but I don't want to let you go- let us go," he gestured between them.

"What are you saying?" She asked softly, hoping she wasn't pushing too much.

He took a deep breath. "Will you come with me?" He asked her, biting his lip and finally meeting her eyes

"On the… trip that you, Ron, and Hermione are going on?" She asked.

He blinked at her phrasing. "It's not a trip," he said. "We're going to go find these… things, and destroy them."

"Do you know how?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah," Harry said. "I'll tell you that later, though. Along with Ron and Hermione."

"And do they know you want me to come?" Ginny asked.

"Hermione doesn't," Harry began, grimacing. "Ron seemed to know I'd try and pull something like this. But he didn't seem to mind the idea if the lack of punches he threw at me were any indication."

Ginny's eyebrows rose in disbelief. "He has matured, I'll have you know," Harry said, smirking at her.

"I know," she said, fully meaning it. Ron truly had 'grown up' after the Death Eaters had invaded Hogwarts. "It just surprised me is all."

"Yeah," Harry said, smiling. "Surprised me too if I'm being honest."

"You're sure about this? All of this?" She asked.

"Very," Harry answered. "I need you, Gin. And I know you can help, if you choose to come."

"Well then, count me in, Captain Potter," she said.

He blinked at her. "Really? You… don't want time to think about it or anything?" He asked, sounding like he really didn't want to.

She gave him an honest answer anyway. "The thing is Harry," she said, scooting closer to him. "I love you, too. Have done for over… well, half my life, really. And if I can help you bring Tom down, do you really think I wouldn't do so?"

He shook his head no, and it looked like that pretty much sealed the deal for him, so she stood up, offering him a hand. "What will you tell your parents?" He asked, allowing her to pull him up.

"I've got a month to think of something," she said, shrugging. She only hoped she would be able to find something believable.

"I'm glad to have you on my side then," Harry said softly, cupping her face and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"Glad to be there, Harry," she whispered.

He smiled at her, a genuine smile that didn't seem like it was plastered onto his face, and just seeing that smile reinforced her decision. Tom Riddle wouldn't come between them. She wouldn't let him.

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This story won't be out till I finish my current WIP (A Song of Lightning and Fire). I do hope to write this someday, but till then… yeah.

#hinny #hinnyfest #harry x ginny #harry potter #ginny weasley #harry/ginny

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writcraft · 10 months

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Rare Pair Tag

Rules: List the top rarepairs that you like outside of your OTP, and why you ship it! (Criteria for what makes a rarepair is up to your own discretion.). Thank you @sitp-recs for the tag! I am sorry it has taken me so long to get to this. Also sorry to my dash for answering all the tags in one day <3

Okay, so my OTPs are Drarry and Snarry and I also love playing around with all different pairings, so I'm going to choose a select few. Below the cut, thoughts on Harry/Teddy, Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank, James Potter/Sirius Black (is this a rare pair? IDK) and bisexual Molly Weasley.

I would love to hear thoughts on this (no pressure) from @teacup-tai, @thehoneybeet, @gracerene, @shiftylinguini, @moonflower-rose, @magpiefngrl and @danpuff-ao3 (if you haven't already done this) and anyone else who cares to!

Harry/Teddy: I ship it because it's WRONG. Ha. No, I don't think it is at all, but I think Harry does and that's what appeals. So many of my fics have this kind of inner struggle and conflict, the questions, the lingering sense of maybe doing something you shouldn't or tentatively starting a relationship that transgresses self-imposed boundaries. I love a confident, smitten and adult Teddy. I love seeing Harry as older, through Teddy's eyes. In fact, seeing a 'salt and pepper' Harry through anyone's eyes is a massive *chefs kiss* moment for me. The difference between the man the world sees and that private character that has to be teased out from all the noise that surrounds him in public life. They have all these parallels through losing their parents before they ever got to know them, but what happened after that point was so different, the way they work through those points of similarity and difference is fascinating to me. I thank @lqtraintracks and @shiftylinguini in particular for their damn fine Harry/Teddy which first got me into this ship and kept me there, salivating over their stories.

Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank: I feel weird writing 'Wilhelmina' because it does, per my headcanon, feel a little like deadnaming. Will (as I will call her from here on) is so much more comfortable for the character I have in my head, but also Will in my head is of a generation that maybe doesn't have the same language we have today (as per my short Stone Butch Blues). I love thinking about these characters both as younger, older and everything in between. I love this ship so much I wrote nearly 70,000 words in homage to them (Play Me Like A Love Song) which is my longest fic in HP fandom. I have @kellychambliss and others to thank for my love of Minerva and, indeed, for introducing me to this ship. Something about these women, the butch lesbian potential of it all, the stories, the timelines they lived through (PMLALS is split into five decades from the 1950s to the 2000s), the wars they have seen and the potential for that cross-over with things happening in queer Muggle space during that timeline is so completely my jam. It was a privilege to have the luxury of time to indulge all my thoughts and feels and to bring (hopefully) a really rich Minerva-centric story into the Little Compton Street universe.

James Potter/Sirius Black: Is this cheating? Is this really a rare pair? I suppose it is more rare than Sirius/Remus (which I also really enjoy) so I am counting it. This is my OG BFFs to lovers ship. I primarily lurk around in the enemies to lovers space, but these two. THESE TWO. From the glimpses we get in canon? Obsessed with one another. As with Min and Will, there is something so compelling about their timeline that it has this really visceral impact on me whenever I write them together. I get very Muggle about them, I must admit. The 1970s. Punk rock. Rock Against Racism. National Front. Police outnumbering people marching in London Pride. Thatcher. Winter of Discontent. The impending doom of 1981 per canon (but also the queer history of the 80s that looms too for me with this ship). My original fic, if I ever get to finish it, is sapphic, non-magical and very much not James/Sirius, but it is all in their timeline. The whole 'navigating being gay (or bisexual)' thing in this particular moment, in this particular time, gives me so many feels for them. I do have a project planned where I get to write them as older men who 'lived through it all.' I just need to wrangle with canon and plotting to get to that point. Here's my playlist for them. All music of the era.

Bisexual/Questioning Molly Weasley: I actually have no single ship I enjoy more than another with this headcanon (I have written Molly/Poppy before) but I kind of love Molly femslash. There is something about her character that is written in such a heteronormative way in canon, I am always thirsty for any kind of Molly love story involving another woman and still letting her have that canon trajectory but queering it. The invisibility of bisexuality, I guess. IDK. I'm just drawn to this and love it when Molly has these moments of queer exploration.

#hp rare pairs #harry x teddy #prongsfoot #minerva mcgonagall

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youwouldntlietopapa · 9 months

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Peace and Quiet

(Also available on AO3) +18 MDNI Includes: +1.5k words, Papa Emeritus II x OC, Secondo x OC, domestic fluff, all the cuddles, memories, grumpy old man finds love Notes: This is really just the fluffiest fluff. Secondo is feeling contemplative and counting his blessings. And I would die for soft boy Secondo. I'm not even sorry.

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The rooms were all dark, quiet and still for the night. The only light in the sitting area was the flickering of the TV, turned down as low as possible for Secondo to still hear. He’d thought of giving in and going to bed several times but, the truth was, he couldn’t bring himself to break the sense of familiar comfort and peace that permeated the space. Something he attributed entirely to her presence.

Ophelia rested against his side. Tucked under a blanket and dozing, his arm wrapped around her protectively. Looking down at her, he wondered when, if ever, anyone had found so much comfort in him to be able to fall asleep so easily in his arms. But she was not anyone. She’d never looked at him like the rest, never been afraid or intimidated. To hear her tell it, he’d drawn her in. Secondo knew for a certainty, however, that is had been the other way around.

From the first moment he’d seen her, he had wanted to know more. The Sister with the steely determination and fire in her eyes. The one who met his gaze, unflinching. The one Sister Imperator grumbled about with an amusing regularity. Willful and stubborn. The one he’d seen, on a number of occasions, punitively scrubbing the chapel floor with that defiant look on her face still unbroken. And finally, the one who had told him off sharply for treating her, as she claimed, like a bed warmer or a call girl.

He could still remember the anger in her voice and her refusal to back down simply because of who he was. The way she jabbed her finger at him, accusingly. When was the last time anyone had dared? Certainly before his time as Cardinal. But this woman burned as hot as hell’s own fire, undaunted by his reputation, his office, or his title. “If it’s a whore you want, then go pay for one. I am not at your beck and call. You can treat me treat me with basic respect, at minimum, or you can lose my number.” She had marched out, leaving him there as stunned as if she had slapped him. Part of him wanted to chase after her, to apologise, to beg her forgiveness. His own pride and stubbornness kept him rooted to the spot.

It took a week for him to finally relent. He’d tried a few times to find someone else to share his bed but, each time he ended up feeling a kind of guilt and shame that he hadn’t experienced before. What would he possibly have to feel guilty over? He was Papa. He could do as he pleased, bed who he liked. Couldn’t he? And each time, he’d end up back in his quarters, alone, staring at her number in his phone.

S: You were right. O: I often am. Can you narrow down what I’m right about this time? S: You are being difficult on purpose. O: And I still haven’t heard an apology. Just something I already knew. S: You are not a whore. You are not at my beck and call. Forgive me my poor manners. You deserve better than that. I give you my word, I will do better. For you. I am sorry. O: Thank you. I know you don’t hand out apologies on a whim. S: I would like to see you again. I have missed you. O: I miss you, too. S: Would I push my luck if I ask you to come to my quarters? O: Probably, but you’ve always seemed like a man who enjoys pushing his luck. Give me 20 minutes. S: I will be waiting, Tesoro.

Things had changed after that. In a way that took longer than he cared to think about to actually admit. She’d become a permanent fixture. Slowly woven into the very fabric of his life. Until he realised that he couldn’t imagine any of it without her. She brought down defenses he’d convinced himself decades before no one would ever get through. Not by force or deceit. But through time and care and honesty and love. Until his soul was laid bare before her and, to his own astonishment, he found actual comfort in it. More than that, she was as willing to be as open with him. Even in his darkest moments, even when it would have made far more sense for her to leave, she had stood firm. More devoted than before. A marvel that he would never fully understand but one he was eternally grateful for.

This woman, fire made flesh, his Dark Queen… His own Lilith.

Beside him, Ophelia’s brow furrowed in her sleep and she grumbled something unintelligible. Secondo’s mouth turned up at the corner, chuckling to himself. Trust her to be fighting people even in her sleep. His fingers gently brushed the loose hair off her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. Whispering as he leaned down to kiss her brow. “Sei tutto, Ophelia. Sai quello?”

Her eyelids fluttered as he sat back, one hand seeking his before she’d even woken. Her first concern, always. Blinking up at him dreamily once her fingers finally found the warmth of his palm. No cheering crowd, no stage in front of screaming admirers, had ever come close to the way one sleepy, loving smile from her felt. The rush of it, the way she looked so peaceful and content, not a care in the world, because he was there. Even when he’d been very young, stories of brave princes in shining armour saving the damsel to win her heart had never interested him. But he was starting to see the appeal. Ophelia was no damsel, but feeling her faith in him, her trust… it made him feel like the brave hero he’d never cast himself as before.

“Did I fall asleep?” She mumbled softly.

“Only a little,” He smiled, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “Non ti preoccupare, Amore. Tu dormi.”

“It’s late.” Ophelia buried her face in his side to try and cover a yawn. “You need sleep too, my heart.”

“Non senza te.”

She pulled his hand a little closer and softly kissed his fingers. “Portami a letto, bello.”

Secondo drained the last of his drink and set his glass on the coffee table. A problem for the morning. With the TV off, the room was lit only by the little bits of street light that peaked in around the edges of the curtains. But his rooms were as familiar to him as the back of his hand and, scooping his love up in his arms, he carried her off to bed. Savouring the way she curled up against him, looping her arms around his neck.

He set her down gently onto the mattress and, before he’d even managed to shed his robe, he could hear the sound of her digging in the night stand. The same woman who’d been fast asleep, not five minutes before, was still set on taking care of him. Not for the first time, Secondo was grateful for the dark hiding the idiot grin on his face. He didn’t say a word and she didn’t ask, he simply sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her. Ophelia shuffled closer, unscrewing the cap from the small pot of muscle rub while the familiar medicinal smell drifted around the room.

Before the cold of the initial touch of the cream, she pressed a trail of kisses across his shoulders. His hand reached back, sliding along her thigh. Ophelia only chuckled softly. “Let me at least do this first. I’d prefer you don’t wake up grumpy and sore.”

“Only grumpy then.” He teased.

“Mmmm… just the way I like you.” She nipped at his ear, grinning to herself when he hissed at the cold. “Lo so, sono così crudele con il mio amore più caro.”

“E dopo che ti porto a letto come una principessa.”

Her hands rubbed over his sore muscles, massaging the cream into his lower back, between his shoulder blades, and up his neck. His posture loosening as it began to warm on his skin. “You see? Better all ready.”

He sat patiently until she was finished fussing, tucking the cream back in the drawer and cleaning her hands. Secondo slid into the cool sheets and hooked an arm around her, pulling her close. His chest rumbling deeply as she melted first into his arms and then into his kiss. Her nails scratched softly over his scalp sending a rush of goosebumps down his arms.

“Cosa farei senza di te, Amore?” Secondo asked in a whisper, forehead pressed to hers.

She stayed pressed against him, speaking as quietly. “Non posso parlare per te, cuore mio, ma sicuramente morirei senza di te.”

“Allora dovrò assicurarmi che non accada mai, no?”

Ophelia smiled, her eyelids getting heavy. “I will fight anyone who tries to take you from me. Even Satan himself. You are mine.”

His warm hand pressed into the small of her back, holding her closer. “And you are mine.”

“Sempre e per sempre…” She slipped off to sleep, a faint smile still on her lips.

Secondo gently tucked her closer and kissed the top of her head, nuzzling into the comforting smell of her hair, her lingering perfume. Letting himself fully relax. His eyes slid closed in silent prayer, thanking the Dark Lord for his most generous blessings and offering up whatever it would take to know her love until the end of his days.

“Non c'è nulla che non farei per te, Ophelia. Niente.”

#ghost fanfiction #Papa II x OC #Secondo x OC #domestic fluff #cuddles and kisses #I'm not even sorry rn

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SHINY COLORS FASHION ANALYSIS - HIORI KAZANO (風野灯織)

"I've still got a long way to go... I want to be an idol that sparkles brighter than anyone else…!"

This is a project analyzing and taking a look at the fashion design and application in the multimedia series, The IDOLM@STER: Shiny Colors. This section is about the stoic but superstitious blue representative of the series, Hiori Kazano! If you want to jump to a specific section, go here!

(This is a reprint of my thread on Twitter. I put it on Tumblr for easier reading and for archiving purposes. Enjoy!)

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INTRODUCTION

“Hiori is a cool beauty with impactful black hair in a tied-up style. She has a stoic personality that never stops working until she is satisfied with what she has done. Hiori’s earnestness sometimes causes conflict with others. She is a first-year high school student.”

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Age: 15

Birthday: March 14th

Height: 154cm

Weight: 43kg

Blood Type: A

Hometown: Tokyo

Hobbies: Listening to music, Looking for beautiful scenery, Fortune telling

Special Skills: Cooking, Schedule management

CV: Reina Kondo

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Before starting the analysis, I would suggest if you haven’t already, read her W.I.N.G. (introductory) commu (through the broswer game's English patch or on YouTube). If you don’t play the game, I would listen to her image song and read the lyrics to get a better sense of her character.

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STYLE BREAKDOWN

Hiori’s fashion is a chic feminine style with a tender touch. Her outfits are fashion-forward, but at first they feel empty. But as her personality develops, softer aspects of her style come to the forefront instead of typical “cool” elements, aligning more with her true self.

Hiori’s very first outfits had a generic cool & casual style that are hard to tie to any pre-existing set styles. Though these outfits fit Hiori’s outward image of a mature “cool beauty,” they don’t resonate with her true self, a girl that struggles to communicate with others.

Over time, Hiori’s style started to be less ambiguous and her outfits can be more easily categorized. One of the styles she takes influence from is the preppy style; a cool academic style with a touch of comfort and warmth.

Hiori’s fashion also contains elements of the Parisian and French chic styles, effortless but fashionable. Though her cool and sharp image still remains, its executed in a way that’s disarming and more approachable through the use of a lighter & more neutral color palette.

Lastly, the final style Hiori’s style takes inspiration from is natural-kei, a style we’ve seen Mano wear. Compared to her edgy and light cool casual outfits, this style is soft, fluffy, and warm and represents her character development and journey (which will be covered later).

As talked about in the last section, both Mano and Hiori use natural-kei elements in their personal style, but it manifests in different ways to transmit their unique personalities. While Mano’s style is bright and airy, Hiori’s style is dull and warmer.

Hiori’s image color is a dark blue hue, typical for the “blue” representatives of iDOLM@STER. This color is frequently worn in Hiori’s outfits (seen in the next tweet) but appears less often over time as it represents a “typical cool” idol, which Hiori slowly pushes away from.

Hiori’s fashion style actually has two main palettes, a darker one with blues and blacks and a lighter one with whites and tans. As seen in the second graphic, Hiori’s fashion can be categorized in one of two color patterns dependent on the ratio between the two main palettes.

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STYLE ANALYSIS

Before the analysis, I’d like to give a bit of backstory on the type of character Hiori is. At first glance, Hiori is a stoic and earnest “cool beauty” who is very blunt and says what’s on her mind. Due to this, she often is harsh towards others in her goal to become a top idol.

But Hiori is often self-critical of herself and overthinks a lot about the things she says and does, regretting her words almost immediately as they are spoken. She often feels great guilt or shame and becomes withdrawn in rumination due to her communication issues.

She has a lot of doubt about herself and often reads too much into things, so its easy for her to spiral into a hole of negative feelings. However, Hiori learns that she doesn’t have to reach the goal of “top idol” alone and that she can do it with illumination STARS by her side.

Most of Hiori's outfits are sharp or mature, with clean lines and grown-up elements. While it suits her as a "blue" character & represents her stoic personality, it's very mature for her age, both physically and emotionally for a 15-year-old girl who has trouble communicating.

Her initial style feels like a shell to mask her true self, one that had to learn to be self-sufficient and succeed on her own, and compensate for and build up her image as an intimidating, dependable "cool beauty."

But lighter tones, curvy/softer lines, & warm/more comfortable elements appear more & more frequently as she learns that she doesn't have to become a top idol alone. When Hiori learns she can confide in a support system that accepts her flaws, a different style starts to emerge.

Hiori's 2nd stage features outfits that suit her age much better, with more girly and simple elements that still have a smart edge. Light/neutral colors & softer/less restrictive elements appear more frequently, visually depicting a more secure and open Hiori.

Hiori's style evolution sees her push away from the typical serious and unapproachable "blue" character by embracing a freer and more neutral look, totally complimenting her character development and emotional growth as an idol.

Instead of her "blue"-ness swallowing her whole character and fashion, her traits like her stoic nature and unrelenting perseverance are visually depicted in small doses in her current style. Hiori is a complex character that cannot be put in a box and her fashion shows that!

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This is it for Hiori Kazano!

If you liked this thread, check out my Twitter and give me a tip on Ko-Fi so I can do more things like this with other idol series! Thanks for reading <3

Next section: Meguru Hachimiya

#imas #idolmaster #shiny colors #fashion #jfashion #hiori kazano #scfa #the idolmaster #idolm@ster

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Hi, uh, this may seem like a super weird question (and please feel free to ignore it), but do you have any advice on how to get into kink? Like, I'm pretty sure it's something I would enjoy but I find it super difficult to find an "in", if that makes any sense? Are there, like, parties that you just show up to, or do you connect with people online, or how else do you find a community? I'm a bit okay, a lot socially anxious and the idea of just marching up to strangers does NOT fill me with joy lmao... Again, so sorry if this is a weird thing to ask, I just don't know anyone irl to talk to about this and you seem quite knowledgeable XD

Hey! This isn’t weird at all! Breaking into the kink scene is super anxiety-inducing, especially if you already have a tendency toward anxiety (myself included). But there are lots of ways to do so.

I personally got involved with my local community through a local rope studio (since that is a primary kink of mine). They host weekly events and I just started attending them. It was scary, I didn’t know anyone, but over time some people took me under their wing, and I started to really enjoy my time there. But it took time and a fair bit of discomfort to get to that point.

I know a lot of people who got into the local scene through munches (gatherings for kinky people that are purely social and not at all about actually doing kinky things). I personally haven’t been to these kinds of events, but I hear good things. Best way to find them is on event listings on Fetlife.com (but beware: fetlife is a fucking cesspool, and I hate it for all things except finding events and staying in touch with my non-local kink people).

Instagram and discord have also been great resources for finding local parties/events. Most kink spaces/organizers will have an account with one or both of these platforms. Sometimes looking into events/spaces/organizers on the internet first is nice, so you can see if it fits your vibe. I’m really lucky to live in an area with tons of queer kink organizers and events, so I use these platforms frequently to find events and meet new people.

I think, overall though, breaking into the kink scene involves a fair bit of discomfort and anxiety. Not just because you’re going into new spaces but because you’re putting yourself out there in a really vulnerable way, just by the nature of exploring kink itself. My best advice to you is, no matter how you choose to find spaces/events/people, stick with it through the discomfort. It will take time (like MONTHS) of awkwardly showing up to things where you don’t know anyone. But it will be very rewarding when you find the people and the spaces that feel right for you.

I hope this helps. Please don’t hesitate to reach out again, anonymously or via messaging, whatever you’re comfortable with. I’m happy to share experiences, give advice, etc. No shame and no judgement here. All kinky people are weirdos, and we love that for us 🩵

#mine #asks #kink talk

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starcastic’s fun facts about writing Art and Artifice

So, my Vmin Regency AU Art and Artifice is finally finished!! This feels rather surreal because I worked on almost nothing else for the past 6 months. It was such a good experience though because not only did I enjoy myself immensely with the craft and execution of this story, but the people who regularly commented were so wonderfully encouraging and made me feel like the sunken cost was all worth it. Thank you again, I love you all so much!

A lot went into the making of this story, so I really want to share more about how I wrote it as well as pointing out little Easter eggs I included, both relating to BTS or the time period. If any of this interests you, keep reading below!

FUN FACTS FIRST!

Not sure if anyone got this, but the title is in fact a riff on Pride and Prejudice! And the sequel will be even more silly by having a very Blackadder the Third take on another Austen title, but you’ll have to wait and see which one it is.

I already mentioned in an author’s note that each of the estates had IRL basis, but they also all had fictional ones. Harthaven is meant to evoke Mr Knightley’s Donwell Abbey with its stately farmcore vibes. Ivoring Hall should remind you of both Longbourn (especially with the Mins behaving rather Bennet-like) and Kellynch Hall (their money woes reflecting those of the Elliots). And of course, Davensley is a total rip-off of Mr Darcy’s Pemberley and is here to represent the epic breadth and majesty of all major English country estates.

Taehyung’s Grand Tour itinerary is based on Lord Byron’s from 1809-1811. I’m sure he desperately wanted to go to France and Italy but there’s a war going on out there, somewhere. And Seokjin isn’t here. (My Great Comet agenda will never rest)

Speaking of which, there should have been a Jin mention each update but I failed this when the Sope proposal scene became its own chapter and I forgot. Kind of bummed about it, not gonna lie.

I thought about having Yoongi read Sense and Sensibility at some point since it was published in October 1811. But then he went and established himself as an ardent enthusiast of gothic melodrama instead, how very Catherine Morland of him.

[major story spoiler] The backstory of why Merritt suddenly came back to England was that a great-aunt of his died and he had expected to be given her estate just to discover that this was not the case! Having sold his commission, he couldn’t return to a military career so he decided to wiggle his way back into Jimin’s life to gain his fortune/inheritance instead -- except he did not expect a) Minjeong’s wise decision to will Harthaven to Namjoon and b) Kim Taehyung. [end spoilers]

Not about the story/characters at all but I have a weird preoccupation with numbers so I’m particularly happy that I started this fic on 11/11 and managed to finish it on 5/5.

A tidbit about the sequel: it will be from Namjoon’s POV and centred around him as he was mostly in the background throughout this story and deserves something good after his year of being sad. I’m looking forward to it because how he views himself is absolutely not the same way Jimin does!

THE WRITING PROCESS:

I almost always come up with a story’s ENTIRE plot before even writing it down. So after seeing @dayofkaryn‘s tweet (like I’ve said so many times) in March, I was bit by a plot bunny and thought about it incessantly for about 2 months to figure out the main beats. This way, I can mentally test and veto things – at one point I had an entire other ending to the story that I never wrote down and ergo have totally forgotten what it was (something about Taegi teaming up against Merritt but I do not remember what their plan was at ALL). Of course, the final version of the story almost never resembles the chosen plot 100% faithfully, but having a roadmap is still really important for my personal security!

Next, I outline. Extensively. The version that I kept on tweaking and rewriting over the summer ended up at 11k words by the time I started. The point is that it’s a 0 draft and again, I’m figuring out the beats and identifying what needs to be done in regards to character development, structure, or just basic research.

I started drafting in late September and had the first 3 chapters ready by the first post in November (totally lost my head start by Christmas though, lol). When I draft, I cut/paste the section of outline that applies into a new Google doc and start forming them into sentences and paragraphs. Sometimes I end up rewriting the outline first, especially for later chapters after the story had developed into its own thing with a much clearer personality that deviated from the original plan! In draft mode, I also keep Wordhippo and Etymonline on nearby tabs to help me catch that word on the tip of my tongue and that my vocabulary choice is both period and suitably British. Luckily, thanks to where I grew up/currently live my spelling habits are already UK style!

Once drafted, I upload as a preview on AO3 and tweak for line edits/formatting there. Will admit that by the last 2-3 chapters this was not done and I would line edit after posting because my work schedule was hectic! But then the chapter is published, yay, and I go about my day trying not to think about it and reminding myself that the stats page is not an indicator of quality or worth.

RESOURCES:

I’ll admit that I constantly googled shit while I drafted, ending up mostly on the blogs of Romance authors or Jane Austen fanpages. I do want to shout out this extremely cool collection of articles written by literally one person on very particular and niche topics from the era called the Regency Redingote. Even if it just came to one-liners about Jimin using a mote spoon or trimming quills, the wealth of information is just amazing and I could and have lost hours of time just reading about these random Regency things.

I also used videos for general education. Ellie Dashwood is a YouTuber who for a long time made Austen and 19th century her thing, so she was great for simple and straightforward explanations. (And she’s Yoongi biased!) There’s also this incredibly detailed re-enactment of a private ball by the Real Royalty history channel that they held in Edward Austen’s house! That one is just FUN to watch and learning more about the period via direct experience is a great way to do it in my opinion. And this one vlog about a pheasant shoot helped me significantly with Chapter 9 even if it’s very modern.

However, nothing beats immersing yourself in the OG stories! While writing this fic I revisited Emma, Northanger Abbey, and Sense and Sensibility from top to bottom, and picked up Venetia as a new Heyer read. I also checked out Jennifer Kloester’s Georgette Heyer’s Regency World from the library which had a lot of details about the setting and culture that was really useful. My library system has tons of Heyer actually, I should pick up another to celebrate finishing the AU!

WRITING SOUNDTRACKS:

I’m a creature of habit and usually will return to the same handful of mood music for a project. For A&A, these were on constant rotation:

For lighthearted scenes [like in chapters 4-7] / Jimin’s “theme”: the complete OST from Emma 2020. I genuinely love this movie for its cinematography and absurdity, and I love the soundtrack too! For Vmin scenes / Taehyung’s “theme”: Twoset Violin’s Mendelssohn 4mil Concert. I really, really like the Bach piano pieces at the start and end, and I find La Campanella to be very A&A!Taehyung coded: torrid and dramatic and also kind of ridiculous. I do pause writing whenever I hear the concerto starting to catch Brett’s panicked face when they prank him every single time, hahahaha

For Sope scenes / Yoongi’s “theme”: this collection of John Field’s nocturnes. My favourite is No. 10, the “Romance”. Soft and gentle, like our sweet Suga!! Other composers I would also put on from time to time were Beethoven, Pleyel (who Jane Austen was known to enjoy a lot), more John Field (concertos instead of nocturnes) and of course, BTS. C:

If you actually read to the end of this very self-indulgent and longwinded post, thank you for your patience! I hope you liked the story too, and are curious enough to see what the heck I’m going to do with pirates in the sequel. Because now I’m going to have to figure that out too. As always, I remain starcasticallyyours!

#Vmin AU #Vmin fanfic #Vmin fanfiction #Regency AU #BTS #fanfiction #fanfic

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queerofthedagger · 1 year

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10 books to know you better, tagged by @tharkuun , thank you!!! <3

So I tried to pick not just faves, but actually some that feel like they'd tell you shit about me which.. yikes. Anyway. In no particular order and with many tears over having been made to choose:

Terry Pratchett - Mort It's kind of painful having to choose one (1) Pratchett book but Mort was the first one that really grabbed me, and I'm also just. Incredibly fond of personifications (in the loosest sense) of Death, so this one it is.

Richard Siken - Crush Yeah yeah, every gay tumblr user, but Siken's control over language is simply insane to me and his poetry makes me want to skip town in the middle of the night, develop some fancy drug addiction, and write until all the words are gone from my brain.

Virginia Woolf - Orlando I'm a classics bitch at heart and I love reading classics and all, but Orlando just. Idk. Did something to me, hard to explain in two sentences, but I think it actually makes up like, 10% of my soul so. yeah

C. S. Pacat - Captive Prince I'm counting a series as one sue me. I do love these books for themselves but I've also read them at a time where they just.. hit the right spot in terms of influence on my writing, I guess? You can definitely see it in a lotttt of my stuff if you know what to look for - not so much explicitly, but in the worldbuilding and the abstract stylistics it's absolutely there.

Madeline Miller - Circe * Insert Jo March gif * I just think that women. I also just think that Madeline Miller's writing and yeah, tsoa is great and all, but in my humble opinion Circe is better.

Jane Austen - Persuasion I love all of Austen's work but I think Persuasion is like, at least 50% responsible for me going absolutely feral over the breaking up & making up trope, as well as my pickiness over it (make them work for the reconciliation I want them and myself to suffer), so. I just love this book. So much.

Markus Zusak - The Book Thief I'm generally a fan of historical fiction but I don't think anything has ever touched me as much as this one. See personifications of Death... uh yeah. 100/10 can recommend.

Albert Camus - The Rebel Okay yeah it feels pretentious as all fuck to put like, non-fiction that isn't even poetry on here but then I'm a non-fiction bitch so what can you do. I love Camus, and I read The Rebel at a really formative time of my life and it's like, 75% responsible for me starting to study philosophy. Which, I mean, it didn't really work out but that's really less about philosophy and more about the people who usually study it so. Anyway. I think a massive amount of how I view both life and activism is greatly influenced by Camus and The Rebel specifically so yeah I'm that kind of pretentious bitch <3

Maggie Stiefvater - The Raven Cycle I just think that found family and platonic love <3 Also Stief's prose!!!

Ocean Vuong - Night Sky with Exit Wounds Only read this recently but I'm still reeling from it; best poetry I've read since Crush, and I read a lot of poetry. It just scraped my soul out of my chest with a blunt knife and threw it to the wolves to be chewed on before slamming it back into my body or something. Jesus christ.

I have no idea who's done this already but no-pressure tag: @emryses @schweetheart @ghostboyjules @softest-punk @clotpole @coffee-writes @atlantablack-chaotic @wynnefic and anyone else who'd like to, just say I tagged you! <3

#tag games #picking only ten took longer than everything else about this and I really should take tumblr tag games less seriously. sigh

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evelyne-am · 1 year

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14th March 2023-

14th March 2023

Day 1

(By the way I’m really glad I didn’t post as last night because my day one continued over the 24 hours.)

I don’t know where to start. Those who follow my stories know that I didn’t sleep much, I felt nervous excited and scared all at the same time. There is a part of me that thinks that this kind of grueling training is exactly what I need, to strip myself to nothing after being somewhat applauded the last year or so in the music world, that has been nice after a long pandemic of feeling indispensable,but it has been completely unchallenging. But also it has been a long time since I have sat and created music, as opposed to performing it, and the next couple of months I had saved for that, so I wasn’t sure if fully I knew what I was giving up my creative space for.

I woke up 30 minutes before my alarm and had a chat with a couple of friends who were awake at the time thinking “ oh I have these extra minutes” only to discover it was my first day of my period. If you have a woman’s body then you will know for many that is horrible horrible day for most. For me it’s usually raging pain. Today was no different. I want to be full proof about being there punctually every day so the driver was ready for me and I was bang on time but I have not accounted for the fact that I would be in so much pain. I asked the driver to go get some medicine and said if you couldn’t find me, leave it in front of the lift. I reach 20 minutes before our call time so I can listen to some music and chill, the second I arrived I see others had already arrived; they were warming up walking, jogging and within two minutes of me coming sir and our other director Mohsina (henceforth referred to as M) also walked in. I did not have a chance to chill. I was pleased I was there before sir though, (like everyone else was,) that he saw my face when he walked in and not that of someone who came exactly time but as someone who came for themselves to adjust to the new surroundings just like we had been taught in the workshop. Sir comes daily with a whole car full of things; a project, Harmonium, a keyboard, speakers, and a big picnic basket full of goodies for us. Even in the workshops I’ve seen him always come 30 to 60 minutes early so that he has ample time to set up all his equipment and also if there are any questions for anyone who comes early. I see the room (pictured) on the 6th floor that will be my home for 3 months. It is beautiful in the morning sunlight, and way way nicer than the one we did the workship in, I feel so lucky the moment I have entered, a weird sense of belonging comes over me. After a quick warmup. There are 12 of us if you count M. 8 females and 4 males, quite a small cast. They are all quite pros but one of the males is a young guy who was in the workshop with us, tbh I was surprised to see him, but found out he is just shadowing the cast as he can’t attend daily due to university. The rest of us are the main cast, but it will determined what roles we each have as the play is designed. Sir started with a short but sweet message for us to be kind to be grateful and to remind us that we are doing is paying homage to the people that the play is written about (we’ll talk about that later) Sir told us a little bit about how his vision in the play. I won’t give too much away (but this blog will have a lot of spoilers for this play anyway, so don’t read if you don’t want spoilers for Spardhhas next production. ) But for now let’s just say it’s going to be immersive. It made me feel so excited, I can’t tell you. I have those feelings of when we were bringing Rahman Sir for his honorary doctorate in Berklee. But there I knew exactly what was going to happen I could envision it. Here it's outside my realm of thought everything that was talked about; lights and audience participation and set I don’t even know what they’re meaning but I could tell that it’s exciting.

My adrenaline got me through the first half, the first half is something that I know a little about as I had done the workshops last month. It’s fully physical, it's sometimes really hard, and sometimes there are little breaks that he gives for us to meditate in between the exercises. I don’t want to divulge his actual methods but there’s voice, breathing, full body, meditation there’s awareness of the room and the group exercises. As someone who has been to school where you are studying the entire aspect of an art, this is something that I can do technically- warmups, biology etc. The mental Aspect of being hundred percent aware of your surroundings is not something that I have studied. I am a very inside my head kind of person and Sir calls me out on it. My mind wanders constantly, and though I try to bring it back to be in the room it waivers a lot. I feel bad but I also appreciate Sir reminding me of this bad trait, this is the main thing that I would feel that I will have to work on.

Actually it is the reason that I have so many accidents, if you have read any of my Facebook status as you will know that I had about 3 to 4 accidents last year I have bruises all over my body. And just today I was thinking how reckless I am in my thoughts especially when I’m walking on the streets and I had a vision that I was hit by a bus. I’m thinking I must use what I learned in class in my everyday life and be less so.

At the height of our physical limits, sir gives us a break. I assumed it was about 20 minutes as it used to be in the workshop and I ran to the washroom. Oh that bloody ShilpokolA washroom. Thanks to the state of my health I spent the whole 20 minutes in the bathroom, the entire break. I had prepared a Tiffin of boiled eggs sausages and oranges, I planned to have some tea/caffeine to wake myself up for the second half as I used to do in the workshop. But I did nothing.

The second half is when we read the script. I had prepared my backpack to perfection but of course I forgot my glasses. What happened was, that I started falling asleep. Hundred Pages of bangla text l, everyone taking turns reading it; one would’ve thought that the hardness of it would keep me alert, or the fact that I could be next to read would keep me alert, but I fell asleep, I nodded off and in front of my 11 peers and Sir. I kept checking myself up and cursing myself and not sleeping enough, for not bringing caffeine (caffeine makes my heart palpitations go nuts so usually I don’t drink it) and for not bringing my bloody glasses that I really need to read this long text. And it was right then, during the second half of the rehearsal that my cramps came back in full bloody swing, the driver did not bring the medicines that I had asked him to do in front of the lift and I was squirming in pain. This was the point where all these thoughts crossed my mind that I would not be able to do this every day. The long hours, hard Bangla, and most of all the level of constant concentration felt really hard, especially with cramps. I tried to hold my back and massage it very discreetly so the pain would subside.I think M noticed and she asked me to come sit next to her in front of the desk where I could lean. From the second story (which shall henceforth be called M1- because its the first story in order) though I don’t know what happened, maybe it was sitting next to M, or the fact that it was something that hit me harder I was back in. I cried while the story went dark, i found the character so intriguing and hard to fathom. I even volunteered to read in my horrible Bangla reading With the risk of angering sir when I stumbled.

i left day one feeling absolutely in a rush, all my earlier doubts out the window (as you could see in my Insta video.) before I left I asked permission to write this blog from Sir. He seemed cool, which is why I officially start the blog today’s with the day one post.

The rest of the day was spent in multiple things, I was a bit down, I got distracted. The days homework was to prepare a section of the play to present the next day and by the time I did my to dos from my normal music life, procrastinate, spent time with my mum it was really late. On my way home from mum’s I was walking to buy some chocolate and listening to a song, when I fell down. Another of my accidents, because I was unmindful, the bleeding wouldn’t stop for ages as ususally that happens. I was reminded of how just that morning I saw myself being hit by a bus and now have vowed to stop being on my phone when I am walking the streets. Reading in Bangla is really tough for me so I asked DC (friend) To read it out for me so that I could record. Halfway through the story of M1, DC stops. At first I couldn’t understand why and asked if they were tired, but then I realise DC is crying. I realise this is the first time that DC is reading it and that the first time we had heard the story in class almost all of us were in tears too earlier that day. I will elaborate later about the stories themselves. I have taken permission actually to reveal here, but it’s intense, the most intense; it is about women and rape. While I was listening to the story being read out loud for me I saw a lot more things than I did when I was trying to focus on reading Bangla text. I didn’t really prepare a part but I knew the text a lot better last night than I did when I was reading it with my own eyes. But i did not feel as emotional the second time around, i dont know why, i was dilly dallying, and tho i stopped myself from doing the blog post, i still stayed up later than the previous night and at one point it was 2 am till i push myself to shut eyes. Something I can’t explain is that I woke up at 4:30am. It was my cramps, but I was sat in the middle of the night clutching my uterus and crying, I’ve had cramps before but I’ve never felt like . This story is creeping inside me.

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backjustforberena · 2 years

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Quotes I find important in assembling my headcanon about Bernie:

What has Bernie been through?

Bernie went through a hell of an ordeal. She was caught up in an airport explosion, and then taken from the site by, presumably, the militia that instigated the attack. She was identified as a doctor. She was shot in order to be incapacitated and moved.

It’s been 26 months since Bernie was declared MIA in July 2019. Minus the year (or so) that she’s been recovering, she was held hostage for 13 or 14 months.

In terms of treatment, she was needed as a doctor. However, she was not made to feel invaluable, and was in constant fear of her life, before she was rescued.

Quotes

Bernie: “An explosion, I was there, I was... shot. The body armour was mine. The blood they found... was mine.”

Bernie: “I was captured. Kidnapped. By a militia, they needed a doctor. I didn’t think I’d survive. But I was rescued.”

What has Bernie's recovery been like?

By the time she speaks to Cameron at Holby City, Bernie has been free for a year. But she doesn’t know exactly how long. It could be more. Explainations for this could be medical (i.e deliriousness, exhaustion, or as part of her treatment: operations, sedation, even medically induced comas), it could be a holdover from her capture (no sense of time passing, unsure what day she was rescued) or time zones and travel.

She wasn’t in a fit state. She could not face her family or anyone else. No one except Serena. Bernie knows details of her death (she knows she’s been commended for bravery, she knows that a body armour and blood sample were a part of the reason she was declared dead.)

Supposition: PTSD. Also, the second and fourth quote could be generalised. The “ever since...” is ambiguous. Could be either from her rescue, from deciding not to tell her family she’s alive initially, or since she found out about Cam’s crimes. Her discussion about family could explain why she didn’t seek them out after her rescue, but could also be why she ran to a warzone after she didn’t stay in Holby, and be a more general apology for not being close.

Quotes

Bernie: “A year. Maybe more.”

Bernie: “Cam, I have thought about this day, ever since... tried to work out, um, what to do, what to tell you- how to tell you...”

Bernie: “I wasn’t in a fit state. I... I needed somewhere to decompress and Serena was the only person I could face.”

Bernie: “I’ve been commended for bravery. But when it came to my family... I was a coward. I ran.”

How much does Bernie know about Cameron’s crimes? Why didn’t she come before?

Bernie knows everything. She knows all about what Cam did, why he’s imprisoned, and that’s evident in what she says. She mentions patients, people. Hanssen discusses how much bitterness there is in Cameron and Bernie isn’t shocked by it. In fact, she’s already started to take some of the blame. The blame that, over the course of the two episodes, Cam continues to dump on her.

It’s also clear that Bernie’s known for a while. Cameron is arrested in March. Nicky gives birth in either July or August. Not only does Bernie know about her son’s crimes, she’s had an update from someone that she has a granddaughter. Not just grandchild, but she knows the sex.

She purposely stayed away from Cameron. The one reason she gives, albeit tangentially, is that no good can come of it. My hypothesis: Bernie was still too fragile. She wouldn’t have wanted to leave Spain. Nor could she have that conversation with Cam over the phone or whatever. If Cam was already in prison, and it was better for both of them that they were still separate, Bernie would chose to not to tell him, but Marcus and Charlotte could still know.

Quotes

Bernie: “You have to take responsibility for what you did to those... patients. Those people.”

Bernie: “No good can come of it.”

Bernie: “I hear you have a daughter now.”

Bernie: “I’m sorry, Cam.”

Why did she come then?

Bernie knew about Cam’s crimes, about his baby, about his feelings towards her. She also knew that he was ill. Henrik calls her, presumably because he finds out that Cam will be at Holby as part of a trial, and could die as a result of the operation on his heart.

She wasn’t dragged there. She wasn’t guilt-tripped or made to. Henrik says it was her choice. I can imagine he puts his argument to her (he wanted her to speak to him)

Her thinking? She desperately wanted to reconnect with her son and tell him that she’s alive. Holby offers that. It’s neutral ground for both - aka not jail. Both parties would have to hear the other out. Bernie would have support. It would be in person. And Bernie has been thinking about this for a long time by now.

It’s not Cam that stops Bernie. It’s Bernie. She can’t change the mistakes she’s made, the trauma she’s undergone. She doesn’t come to see what he’s become, she just comes because she’s his Mum. And they both need it.

Quotes

Henrik: "She came to see you. It was her choice.”

Bernie: “I shouldn’t have come. Why did you ask me?”

Henrik: “He’s still your son and you knew that he was sick.”

Bernie: “Cameron, I came because I wanted to see you.”

#bad meta #i was an english lit graduate #so pulling quotes apart and creating arguments out of it is MY JAM #and this is only ONE EPISODE #i didn't go for the one AFTER they were blown up #i also tried to keep this just to facts #so... let me know what you think.#if you read anything differently to the way I did

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chelseaclintonn · 2 months

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Always Ten Steps Ahead

One place that can really test the gangster in you is work lol 🙄! I pray to God everyday to please give me patience to get through the day because to be quiet honest there’s always going to be some bs. Unfortunately a lot of people are in predicaments where your employers are taking advantage in more than one way. We find ourselves at a crossroads at times from situations that arise where we have to choose to either be professional or to turn tf up. Over the years I’ve learned the only way to counter the bs is knowledge and the only way to keep your sanity is boundaries which then makes it easier to let shit go. It’s already in my nature to seek knowledge and information, I love to learn. I thrive when my surroundings challenge my curiosity so when I was provided with an opportunity to learn someone else’s position or cover at work I did in young adult years.

1. So I was always prepared to take the next step in a higher position.

2. At some point I now know how everything is supposed to be executed and everyone’s scope of responsibilities.

This helped me see through the cracks way quicker and I know exactly who or where the ball was dropped. This also puts me in a position to implement my boundaries when our jobs try to find a quick solution and literally dump more longterm responsibilities on you, especially without compensation. It’s their responsibility to make sure they hire staff to fill positions when people are transitioning in and out of them. If that’s not the case then please have my salary reflect my workload and/or new responsibilities. Don’t be afraid to speak up and advocate for yourself and renegotiate your salary because you’re an asset to their team, professionally of course. Increase your vocabulary so you can have these corporate conversations. I know what it feels like to be overwhelmed at work because there’s just not enough time in the day to complete your task. Then one day let’s say your company restricts overtime, then that’s the day you start caring less because make it make sense ? The quality of your work shouldn’t change but do what you can then when it’s time to leave, whatever is not completed is tomorrow’s problem. It’s not worth the stress and at the end of the day everyone is replaceable so don’t let these jobs burn you out. Now that’s how you protect your peace. You can use those same boundaries at work you just have to know how to approach things to set yourself up to win or at least have a say in the outcome. I still have my bad days, I get pissed off but for the most part I laugh things off because a lot of shit ain’t got nothing to do with me lol and there’s just too many faults in their system so you was always set up to encounter SOMETHING. I’m that person that’s always going to ask was there a change in protocol or if they can provide proof/supporting documents, employee handbook for whatever bs they try to spin on you because NINE times out of ten they be lying. So please know your worth and always advocate for yourself. This is your life so take it back.

In other news I hope everyone’s year has been going good so far. Right now I feel good. I’ve been so optimistic lately as I go through some exciting changes, I’m so ready. I never care if anyone reads my journal entries but it always touches me how much of you do. My hope is that my advice gives someone the confidence they need, being the shoulder for someone in their time of need. If you ever want to talk or just bounce ideas off each other I’m always down to chat.

Until next time <3

March 23 2024 11:04pm

#selfgrowth #2024 #corporate america #advocate #self help

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