#I guess this is a fine flavor of depression
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What do you think it means if I’m so very sad and the only thing that sits well with me is listening to “Abstract (Psychopomp) by Hozier? I think I know what it means…but what do YOU think it means…
#hozier#unreal unearth#I listened to this album so much this year#clocked like 5 hours the other day because…well#I guess this is a fine flavor of depression#this is my daark blue#it's love isn't it#do I hate Christmas#or does it hate me????
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time for another night of not drawing and watching VODS from 2 years ago.
#and eating another thing of Luigi's Naturally Flavored Real Italian Ice (Lemon)#I kinda just realized i havent actually. drawn anything in a while. Like I havent done a big piece since like october. aghhhhh#im gonna frow up#I havent posted anything super big on my artblog in a while & its stressing me OUUUT.#its just been requests & doodles AND I KNOW THATS FINE. I like my doodles but like. GUHHHH#. wgatever. seasonal depression is kicking my fucking ASS this year in particular.#runs off and dies in an explosion#I DONT. i know my worth isnt defined by how much or what i make or whatever. but like.#I dont DO anything else. Drawing is all i got man#If I cant do that then like. what am I doing lol !#whatever. sorry#vent#<- i guess#delete later
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hey guys did you know that um. did you know. first of all did you know i'm losing my mind, secondly, do y'all remember in tma how when someone reads a written statement, they don't really Stop unless they're interrupted? and they read the whole thing easy cheesy, no issues with reading whatever words are there? like. jon literally could read french for a whole statement and was Fine. granted, that's Jon, but like nobody else struggled with pronunciations and whatnot (that i can recall)
presumably, this is an eye thing. either as employees of the institute, or because everyone there is just also eye-aligned in some degree (melanie had the ghost hunting show, the eye is fond of martin, etc)
and then there's tim in season 3 ep 86
[Sigh] Statement of… uh, Benjamin Hatendi… Hateendi? Regarding a… [papers rustling] a blanket. Dead friend. Monster. Regarding his unavoidable and gruesome end. How he tried to hide. He couldn’t. Statement is from… 1983, March 2nd. And I guess… [long sigh] I guess I’m doing this one. Tim Stoker. Archival assistant… Archival prisoner at the Magnus Institute.
correct me if im wrong but i don't recall anyone struggling with pronunciations before this bit. but that's not even the biggest thing here, that's just a lil Taste, a lil Flavor.
note the phrasing there. "Regarding his unavoidable and gruesome end." why would he say this when the written text on the statement says this:
Uh, right. Benjamin Hatendi’s account of… [rustling pages] oh for… a, a strange encounter. Er, statement date, March 2nd, 1983. Melanie King recording. Apparently.
"a strange encounter". that's it. nothing about an unavoidable death, just a "strange encounter". Tim Why Did You Say That.
why would our dear timothy bimothy, who is being pushed to the brink, who is becoming rapidly more depressed and losing hope, say this?
this isn't the only time he's said some weirdly grim shit tho (ep 104)
There was never really any hope for me, though, was there? This was how it was always going to go.
and then there's this bit from elias apparently having Looked into tim (also 104)
TIM
All right, hit me with your X-ray eyes then, boss. What do you see?
ELIAS
Disruption. An unpredictable, angry man with nothing left but the desire to feel in some way revenged.
TIM
[Sarcastic] Ooh, terrifying! Surely only magic could have let you see so deep inside my very soul.
"nothing left" but the desire to feel revenged. and tim doesn't dispute this, because it's true.
when he first joined the institute he did so in order to look for answers about danny, but then he stopped seriously looking. and now that the circus is back, this is all the drive he has left. not looking for answers, just wanting revenge. closure. an end, if you will.
this is Literally It For Him. a couple lines later he suggests elias kill him, he's At The Breaking Point.
he is so tired, he's lost all hope, and he's saying all this grim shit about "unavoidable death" and "this is how it was always going to go" like hmmmm sounds familiar doesn't it. DOESN'T IT (<- is going insane)
(ep 11) [....] despite the rapid response of the paramedics and how much of his medical history I had immediately to hand, there was nothing I could do to save him.
(ep 11) I have no responsibility to try and prevent whatever fate is coming for you. Based on my previous experience, such a thing is likely impossible anyway,[....]
(ep 121) There. That was it. That was our fate; where we would always be.
hmmmm sounds a bit like oliver huh? everyone's favorite ex-accountant avatar of the end?? right??
but then there's this last bit i have from ep 86.
why did he stop reading the statement
Statement.
“My parents never let me have a nightlight. I was always afraid, but they were ju–”
Ugh, this is stupid.
why did he do that. again, correct me if im wrong but when else has someone just Stopped Reading like that without someone or something else interrupting them? why could tim just stop himself?
my theory is this: at this point, tim is completely gone from being aligned with the eye. he no longer seeks to know what happened to danny, he just wants closure. he doesn't wanna do any statement work, and he keeps mentioning these tidbits about hopelessness and the inevitability of terrible events, specifically death.
the eye isn't compelling him to read the statements like it does the others, because it doesn't have as strong a hold anymore. the grip is slipping from him. and by the time the unknowing rolls around, maybe it's lost him for good. maybe he finally fell into a different power he never meant to serve, and yet, he does.
and maybe. just maybe. because i'm so not in denial. but MAYBE. he did die in the unknowing. but maybe he got better.
basically end!tim truthers rise up, this is how end!tim kayaking with his bf oliver banks can still win, etc etc I'm Going Feral <3
#ramblings with major#the magnus archives#tma#tim stoker#oliver banks#timoliver#lil bit uwu#tim stoker tuesday#end!tim#cursing#tma angst#ig#i hope this is coherent and makes sense im losing my MIIIIND im losing my Mind
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7 minutes | hobie brown
pairing- college au! hobie brown x fem! reader
a/n | warnings- mentions of drugs, nsfw, partying, reader has snake bites and nipple piercings, just a drabble! requests are opennnn
You felt almost reckless the moment you stepped into the party. You haven’t even drank alcohol at that point but you felt almost drunk from adrenaline.
You’d broken up with your boyfriend over some issues and your friend Margo recommended you go to a party hosted by your friend Pavitr from your Spanish class. It was better than being depressed and looking over texts telling you sweet nothings and false “I love you”s.
You cringed and pursed your lips as you felt the drink you had burn its flavor on your tongue. “Fuck.”
Margo went off with your roommate Gwen to get high off some new weed she bought from a guy in one of her classes. They went and dragged Miles along who was already munching on a rice crispy edible.
You didn’t feel like hot shit as you thought you were. You just stared at everyone get drunk, high, make out, and have fun. Occasionally see some girls skinny dip in the pool.
You nodded your head at some random rap song and frowned. Here you were, in the sexiest, most revealing outfit you had that, at first, made you feel good. But now you just want to go back to your sweats and cry your eyes out over The Notebook.
“Nice party huh?” You turned over to the voice who poured himself some of the Pink Whitney you had next to you on the counter.
His name was Hobie. You knew him from being in Gwen’s band as a guitarist. You never paid much attention to him since he had already finished college and just came over when Gwen wanted to discuss band stuff.
You won’t lie that you did enjoy looking at him but you had a boyfriend so that didn’t matter.
Key word: had.
“I guess. But y’know. I’m not really in the mood to strip and show the whole world my tits so…”
You were in the kitchen and played around with your glass. The white lights were in definite contrast to the darkness of the rest of the house, which almost hurt your eyes at how bright they were. You almost felt like an outlier at how you were there obviously and not out there getting your brains fucked by some frat boy who wouldn’t remember you in the next hour.
He chuckled and took another swig of his drink before pouring some Malibu, “So you have some jokes apart from your pretty face, huh?”
You were almost startled by how bold he was and whipped your head at him, who was smirking at you and looking down at you.
He had a nice accent but damn, you couldn’t help but feel a bit flustered at how fine he was.
You never really paid attention but you almost wished you did as horrible as that sounds. Hobie was the complete opposite of your ex-boyfriend who was boring and uptight whereas Hobie was dauntless and intrepid.
From what you knew of him.
What allured you most though, was his lip piercing on the left side of his face.
Oh, how much you wanted to feel its cold metal as you made out with him and feel it pressed against your lips.
“Aren’t you bold,” you yelled out. The music got even louder as some dancing people started yelling a little when some songs started playing. It was almost juvenile how they were jumping.
But then again you can’t judge because you were just feeling moody a few minutes ago about not being fucked.
He leaned closer to you to accentuate every syllable that slipped from his lips, smelling the alcohol on his breath, “It’s better to be bold. Wouldn’t you say?”
You felt excited and caressed his face, feeling the vodka kick in and playing with his lip ring using your index finger.
“Why don’t we take this upstairs, darling?”
Before you went along with him, you got dragged into a circle of different people where they had you and Hobie join. It happened so quick, you couldn’t recall what you thought but now you were apart of a circle, next to him.
“Oh we’re just playing 7 minutes in Heaven.”
You mentally cringed at the idea. That was like something you played in a high school house party.
This is college. It’s supposed to be at least a little more sophisticated.
“I…”
Hobie peered down at you and held your wrist, “C’mon, it should at least be a bit fun?”
You were spaced out and imagined all the things you could do with his lip ring, like feeling it against your pussy. Just thinking about it made you smile a bit and feel horny.
You licked your lips until someone else, tapped your shoulder, “It’s your turn.”
It was almost comical how you were going to hook up with this guy and then ended up trapped in a closet with him for seven minutes.
Talk about coincidence.
The closet was tiny and bare, with just the both of you barely fitting in and you being pressed against his chest, smelling his cologne.
It smelled sexy.
“So…”
“…So”
You both made eye contact to stop the discomfiture. It had only been a few seconds of being there and it felt awkward.
“Some party, huh?”
You tried to nod without hitting his chest with your head, “I guess. I’ve been to better.”
His eyes had a glint as he peered down at you to make eye contact again, “Oh, so you party?”
You chuckled, “Well not as I used to. My boyfriend would disapprove and not be very fond of that and would prefer to stay at my apart-“
He raised his eyebrow before he interrupted you, “Oh. Wait, the wanker with the nerdy ass glasses was your boyfriend? Him?!”
You chuckled at his surprised reaction, “Yeah. But he’s okay I guess.”
You were forced to look up as he held your chin and played with your bottom lip, flicking your snake bites.
You felt his lips crash onto yours, feeling the cold metal of his lip piercing and smiling at the cool feeling. He started to caress your ass and kissed your neck, “C’mon, we have 6 minutes left. Let’s make it quick.”
He managed to slide his fingers through your panties underneath your skirt and start to abuse your clit, making it hard not to start moaning.
He started to take off your tight corset top, exposing your pierced hardened nipples and attacking your sensitive breasts. He stopped a bit, making a ‘pop’ noise to gawk at your breasts, “I feel a bit honored to see them now, considering you didn’t want to flash them.”
His breathlessness made you even more turned on and gasped as he started to flick your nipples with his tongue.
“They’re beautiful…you’re beautiful…”
You gasped and whimpered slightly as he worked his fingers even faster as he muttered sweet words to you, “Please…faster.”
“C’mon, baby.” The feeling of the cold rings on his index only sent more chills down your spine as it touched your warm walls.
He quickly undid his belt and lowered down his boxers. You felt him lower you down to suck his cock, grazed with precum, and decorated with a Prince Albert piercing. That alone made your core throb.
You raised your eyebrow as he flashed you a mischievous smirk, “Problem?”
You smiled and bit your lip up at him.
“Nope,” and without giving him a chance to fire back, you took him fully and started to bob your head back and forth. You felt your eyes glaze with tears as you felt him reach the end of your throat.
“Fuck, babe…” He bit his lips and pulled your hair for to feel your throat feel tighter on his cock.
Before he could release, he brought you to kiss you, feeling his cold piercing on your lips. You felt him smile in the kiss and kneaded your breasts, playing with the rods pierced and rubbing on them, making you gasp.
He started to rub his dick against your pussy, biting your lip and kissed you even harder to stop you from moaning louder after he slid into you, slowly as he felt you clench tighter on him. He pushed you against the closet wall to go deeper, holding your leg up to position himself even more. It felt cathartic, almost.
“Oh fuck…Please do it like that,” you muttered, gasping for air like your life depended on it. You felt a plethora of pleasure as he kept going and kneaded your breasts intensely.
You felt him twitch inside you and smiled, hearing him groan and gasping as you felt him release and fill you up.
Before you could go again, completely lost, you heard banging from the door and someone yell: “Times up!”
You pursed your lips and tried to fix yourself together and before you knew it, Hobie went out the door and looked back at you, smiling, “We should go at it again sometime. It was fun.”
You gave him a dopey smile, half from being sex-drunk and other half from being actually drunk. It was embarrassing how your tits were being exposed and your skirt was lifted all the way up.
At least he wasn’t an ass and actually closed the door.
So much for college being sophisticated.
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“Is she awake..?”
“I don’t even know if this bitch is even alive.”
You groaned and covered your eyes from the sunlight.
“Well she’s alive.”
“Do you feel better now?” Gwen smiled at you sadly. You didn’t remember what you told her as your eyes fluttered from sleeping on the couch after being drunk as fuck the night before.
You got up to sit before feeling pain from your lower body, “FUCK!”
“I saw you with Hobie yesterday, Ms. Y/L/N…” Margo said as she hit her pen.
Gwen’s caring expression shifted to one of disgust, “You can’t be fucking for real, Y/N.”
You pursed your lips in confirmation of whatever she thought.
“Y/N…Y’know I’m all for having hook-ups and whatever and girl, he’s my friend but he’s not the one for you. I know how much Peter-“
“Don’t finish that sentence and don’t bring him into this. And why? You literally said you two are friends?!” You got up and leaned on your elbows to look at her.
Gwen crossed her arms and refused to look at you.
You frowned and turned over more to look at her. “What the hell? You’re acting as if I just committed a fucking cardinal sin?!”
“Y/N! As much as Parker hurt you, that doesn’t give you a free pass for you to start trusting any random guy at a goddamn house party.”
Your eyes widened at what she told you. “So you’re tryna say I’m a hoe now?”
Margo covered her mouth and took another hit, “Oh damn.”
She winced at your voice crack, “No. I’m just trying to tell you to be careful…”
“Why?!”
“BECAUSE HE’S A HOE.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding…”
You turned to Margo who shrugged, “She’s not wrong. Hobie has a thing for one-night stands and uh, leaving them.”
“Listen, he’s a nice person but he’s a little bitch and won’t hesitate to crush you if you gain feelings.”
Her words made your stomach flip, not because of the several shots of tequila you took after. But more so due to feeling naïve.
It couldn’t be helped. His personality was alluring as it was mysterious and addictive.
You nodded, earning a smile from Margo, before you three turned to the sound of a knock at the door.
“Hah. Imagine it’s him. Hobie Hobie Hobie,” you joked, earning a smile from Gwen as you chanted Hobie’s name quietly like he was Beetlejuice.
“I’ll get it,” Margo said and went over to open the door to a smirking Hobie, leaning against the door frame. He has his classic leather jacket and smoked a blunt while still leaning.
Gwen’s face dropped, “Speak of the fucking devil…”
“Hey.”
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masterlist
#astv hobie#hobie brown#hobie brown atsv#hobie brown x reader#hobie smut#hobie x reader#hobie x y/n#hobie x you#sol (not de janeiro)
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Complications and Solutions: Chapter 7
Summary: Marc is starting to fall into old depressive habits of self destruction. Can Jake and Steven work as a team to help? Or will they fumble through while Layla sets things into a downward spin?
Pairings: Marc x Layla. Steven x Layla. Jake x Layla.
Warnings: Discussions of past trauma, child abuse, and eating disorder
Word Count: 5956
Previous chapter: HERE
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A/N: Sorry that took so long. Things happened. Then kept happening. Fingers crossed they do not keep happening and I can get the next one out soon!
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Depression was like watching dark clouds move in the distance on an otherwise beautiful day.
She could see it coming but could not predict the path it would take.
Perhaps the winds might change and roll the clouds back out to sea, or perhaps they could pick up energy and turn into a storm.
It started with Marc staring down at his plate of food for the third night in a row.
She had watched him cook their dinner, carefully following directions and humming softly to himself as he moved like a man following a script he no longer found interesting but still necessary.
Her plate was handed to her, neatly set out with the food nicely separated out into their own individual parts of the plate. A quirk she had noticed about him many years ago but never thought about.
His own plate had spoonfuls of the items even more separated. He even had a separate cup for the dipping sauce.
They sat down and he stared at the meal. His smile was one of someone that had forgotten what was good a long time ago but still struggled to hold the feeling.
“Marc?” She reached out and gently touched his arm.
His eyes fell to her hand then slowly followed her arm up to her face. The smile spread and for a moment she almost believed it. It was the same smile she had seen time and time again. The same smile from the boat.
“Are you alright? Is it not what you wanted?” She tried to catch his eyes and he looked away.
“Oh, yeah. No. It’s fine. I just… Needs salt.” He picked up his glass of water and sipped it slowly.
“You didn’t eat breakfast either.” She knew his plate of pancakes was currently wrapped in tinfoil and in the fridge.
“Yeah. You know, Jake had a big meal at work. Guess I’m still feeling it.” Marc patted his stomach. “Three people eating for one body. Gets a little rough sometimes.”
“His work is driving.” She frowned and looked down at her own glass. “Does he normally stop and get big meals?”
“He likes food.” Marc shrugged. “I thought he did it at first to piss Steven off. Eating anything and everything offered to him. Turns out he just likes to eat.”
Layla thought back to watching Jake cook. Where Marc followed things like he was taking orders, Jake was almost artistic. He enjoyed flavors and spices. Marc always ate like he was doing it because he had no other choice.
“Is it a sensory thing?” She tried. “If you want something else, that’s fine. We can have toast. I know you like that.” She was halfway out of her seat towards the kitchen. “I just got a loaf of that bread you like.”
Marc shoved his plate and got up. “Layla! It’s fine.” He looked to the side then sighed and suddenly Steven was standing there looking confused.
“Heya.” He blinked and looked around then down at the table. “Oh, meal time? What uh…What is that?”
Layla took a moment to take a deep breath and silently count to ten. “Sirloin and potatoes.” She snatched up his plate and moved to pack it up, setting it in the fridge next to the other plate. “How do pancakes sound to you?”
Steven looked crestfallen. “I’ll eat the potato. Did you make it?”
“Marc cooked.” She took out the plate of pancakes and started to reheat them. “It’s all covered in butter.”
“Oh.” He stood there fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt for a moment. “My stomach really hurts. Is everything okay?”
She gave him a stricken look then went to him. “Oh, Steven…” She hugged him close. “Marc said Jake has been getting big meals. Is he around? Could you ask him if that’s true?”
“Yeah. Jake just popped up. Weird how he always does that when you ask about him, huh?” Steven glanced to the side then furrowed his brows. “Jake’s pissed.”
“What? Why?” She frowned. “If he’s mad at me for-”
“Marc hasn’t been eating.” Steven sighed and sat at the table and took a sip of water. “He says this is a thing he does sometimes.���
“Oh.” She moved to get the plate from the microwave then got the syrup, setting it down in front of him. She sat back down and stared down at her own plate. “I think I knew that. It was hard to keep track of him. He was always running off on missions. Things Khonshu needed him to do.”
“Yeah, I’m starting to think that he wasn’t always sneaking off to run errands for Khonshu.” Steven cut up his pancakes into careful little pieces and drizzled the syrup over them in quick cross hatch patterns. Marc liked his food to be in neat piles. Steven liked patterns and bite sized things.
She was suddenly angry at herself. If she could notice that, why couldn’t she notice when her husband stopped eating?
“Right.” Layla sighed. “He was disappearing more and more frequently just before he did it that last time. He was probably coming out here to set things up for you.”
Steven took a bite and chewed, making a happy sound before he dove in and started to eat a little more ravenously. “Mnh. This is amazing. Is this that new mix box I got?”
She nodded. Steven didn’t like to talk about that period in their lives. The idea of Marc setting up everything for him to make him think his life had always been like this upset him.
“Why doesn’t he like to eat?” She watched him devour the pancakes and she slowly picked at her own food.
Steven paused and seemed like he was thinking. He frowned and shook his head, wincing. “Yeah no. I’m not… Jake says… There’s a memory. He’s showing me pieces. I think he’s cut out a lot of it. I don’t think I want that one.”
“I’m sorry.” She sighed and put her plate to the side, her own appetite fading.
“It’s okay. I’d rather you ask than just be upset and not know why.” He shrugged. “Marc’s back.” He blinked and took a moment to quickly shovel the last of the pancakes into his mouth, looking like a chipmunk as he chewed frantically. “Mnh. I’m not done!” He clutched at the plate tightly as he swallowed. “You can’t just not take care of the body! You said you were taking care of things!” Steven huffed. “If you didn’t want to do it then you should have just bloody well given it to me!”
She had watched them get into fights before. It always made her feel conflicted as she didn’t know if she was supposed to pick sides. Did she hope that Steven kept front so he could talk to her and take care of things or did she want Marc there so she could try to find out what was wrong?
His hand tapped on the table and Steven looked irritated. “Jake, stay out of this. It’s my job to take care of the body. We agreed on this!”
Steven stood up and started to pace. His posture changed and Marc was suddenly there. “Fuck off.” He grumbled. “I don’t need you two yelling at me.”
Layla got up and followed him. “Marc.” She gently took his arm. “Hey. Talk to me. What’s going on?”
“It’s not like I’m trying to destroy the body!” Marc grumbled. “Just slipped my mind! Of course I’m not drinking! Do you see any alcohol?”
She wasn’t sure which one of the others he was talking to at this point or if he was yelling at them both.
He looked at her. “I didn’t mean to worry you. Okay? I just forgot to eat a meal or two. Who the hell cares? I don’t exactly see you eating three square meals a day. Pretty sure your lunch today was coffee.” It came off as defensive and confrontational. In the past it would have started a fight. She could even now feel her blood pressure rising as she prepared to blast him back.
She opened her mouth and suddenly stopped as she took in his posture. He was trying to start a fight. His stance was defensive. He was closed off and ready to take a hit.
“If you aren’t feeling well, maybe you should take some time and Let Steven handle things for a bit?” She didn’t know if that was the right thing to suggest, but it felt honest.
He blinked at her in surprise. “You want Steven out here then?” He took it and twisted it. “Maybe he does handle things better than me. Maybe he should just handle everything then!”
“That isn’t what I meant and you know it.” She crossed her arms and made a conscious effort not to raise her voice. “I’m not going to fight you on this. If you don’t want to let Steven handle it, then fine. If you don’t want to tell me what’s bothering you, then that’s okay too. But you do have to eat.”
“Nothing is bothering me! I don’t have to do anything! I just missed a meal or two.” He glanced to the side and cussed angrily. “Get off my back, Jake! You think you know better? Bullshit! Why don’t you get out here and see how well you run things? Everything looks so much better from the inside, doesn’t it? Do what Jake says! Listen to Jake! He knows so much. He holds all the important information! Fuck you!” He turned and punched one of the tall standing bookcases.
It happened fast. There was a loud creak and she saw Steven’s wide eyes flit across his face in horror then Marc’s tired eyes as he looked up at the case. The bookcase shuddered and started to sway towards them as one of the supporting shelves collapsed.
Jake’s sharp eyes came forward and glanced up at the case then at the nearest escape route. His eyes suddenly settled on Layla who was directly under the case.
Strong arms grabbed her and pulled her down, a hand covering the back of her neck and the other forcing her down as he sheltered her under him.
The whole thing came down on them hard, crashing around them and raining books down heavily.
When the dust settled, she looked up at him, his face wincing and jaw clenched tight.
“Are you alright?” He gritted out, looking at her fully.
Layla exhaled and took a moment to take stock. “Yeah. Are you?”
He shifted and sat back on his heels, a few books falling off him as he moved. He stood up and slowly ran a hand over the back of his head then down his neck. She watched as he quickly took stock of the body. He assessed each nick and cut, tenderly checking areas that felt bruised and moving his neck to check for stiffness.
She wondered how often he had to do this, assessing the status of the body and trying to figure out just how broken it was.
“Bruises. A few cuts. Nh. Old shoulder injury took that one on full hit. This is going to hurt tomorrow. We will need ice.” He gave an almost mechanical assessment then looked at her as if just now realizing that she was still there.
She looked up at him and slowly got up. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
“If you got hurt…” Jake looked at her fully for a moment then looked away. His eyes looked distant for a moment then he shook his head and looked away. “You are too important to us.”
“Us?” She blinked at that.
He blinked and the distant look returned. “Hold on.” He held up a finger and his face returned to the one of full concentration and coldness she was getting used to.
But it wasn’t all harsh, was it? His job was to keep them safe. To keep the body safe and stop them from becoming injured by any means. Yet when he had the chance to step aside, he put himself directly in harm’s way to protect her.
Now, as she watched him, she could see his face becoming one of strict concentration. He was doing a job. She could only imagine the chaos that was happening inside and what he was having to do to manage it.
Steven’s bookcase was broken and his carefully organized mess was now in shambles. Marc had been the one to knock it over. Now the body was mildly injured and Jake had been forced to protect them.
“Jake?” She glanced around. “Tell them it’s okay. We can get better shelves. This won’t take long to clean up. And the books don’t look like they got damaged at all!”
His eyes snapped to her and he frowned so hard that she thought it must strain his jaw. “Seriously? The books?”
He took a deep breath then she could practically see him step aside.
Steven was there in a flash, practically hysterical as he ran to her and gripped her tight, checking her over for any lumps or cuts. “Oh god! Are you alright? I can’t believe this… I am going to replace all the furniture in this flat. You could have been hurt or… or killed!”
He had large tears in his eyes, his hands shaking as he gripped her.
“I’m alright, Steven. I promise. You’re the one that got injured! Jake said your shoulder… You need ice!” She turned to run to the kitchen and a firm grip on her wrist stopped her. She turned back to him and found Marc’s sullen face.
The fear and distress written across his face struck her right to the heart. He didn’t say a word, simply looking at her with voiceless apologies and regret. If he could apologize forever he would. He had nearly hurt her. He had let his anger take over and once more he had almost caused her pain.
“Marc…” She looked at his hand, trembling as it clung to her wrist, desperate to hold on but too afraid to pull her close. Anything close to him was in danger.
“No… No honey. No no no.” She went to him desperately and cupped his face, nuzzling her forehead to his as she tried to make him see. Make him see that she was alright. “It was an accident. It was just an accident. It would have fallen over if I closed the door too roughly. Just bad shelving. Okay? Baby…”
He turned his head away, taking a shuddering breath before he took a step back. There was a jerk and what looked like a rough switch out as Jake took front again. He held up a hand as he focused, taking slow breaths to re-orient himself.
“Marc!” She had never felt so desperate to get him back out. She needed to show him that she was okay. That it wasn’t bad. “Marc please! I could have knocked it over myself! You know I have a temper too!”
Jake held up a hand to quiet her and shook his head. “You’re going to have to deal with me for a minute. We’re having a melt down right now and I need to settle things.”
She looked at him anxiously. She wanted to ask if Steven was okay. She wanted to hold Marc and tell him it was okay. She wanted to know he was okay.
Jake’s frown thinned and he tilted his head. She knew he was talking to the others. Steven always spoke out loud. He found it comforting and ‘like he didn’t just have a voice in his head’. Marc only really talked to Steven out loud if he was having a disagreement or for Layla’s sake.
Jake was always silent. She imagined it was because he was used to only being inside and he didn’t feel the need to ‘put on a show’. She also wondered if it was because he was also always multitasking and keeping things going. He had made it very clear to her that his job was important and watching him right now, she believed him.
He sighed and moved through the disaster of books and broken shelves then sat at the table. He took the glass of water and finished it off. “Ice, if you don’t mind.” He eyed her unfinished plate.
She shuffled through the books and dug through the freezer to find the bag of ice they always kept on hand. Breaking it up a bit, she went back to the table and handed it over to him. She also pushed her plate over to him.
“Go ahead. Steven ate some pancakes but that’s just fiber and sugar. You need something real.”
He held the ice to his shoulder and started to eat the potatoes first.
Layla watched him a struggle to cut the steak for a moment then took the plate back to cut up the steak for him. “Is everything okay in there? He didn’t need this. He was already acting strange and now…”
Jake watched her cut up the food and shifted the ice. “No.” He was always brutally honest. “It will be eventually. He has ups and downs. He was sinking into a depression and you called him on it. I don’t think he was expecting that. Or for you to draw Steven’s attention to it. Now that Steven’s on it it’s going to be… interesting.”
“Is this my fault?”
“No. Not everything is about you.” He gave her a thin smile. “Depression has always been a battle for him. Perhaps it’s genetic.”
“Do you get depressed?” She handed back his plate and he took a bite.
He chewed thoughtfully. “Marc made this. He always forgets the salt.”
She raised an eyebrow and moved to get him the salt.
He applied a liberal amount of salt then took another bite. “Better.”
He looked up at her at last. “Of course I get depressed. I don’t have time to feel sorry for myself. Marc has nothing but time. It’s easy for him to sink back into a spiral of self hatred and idiocy.”
“What about Steven?” She could never imagine Steven ever feeling so sad and hated.
“Steven has self worth issues. He thinks he isn’t worth anyone’s time of day and can’t imagine why you like him or think he’s attractive.” Jake shrugged. “I tell him that he’s muy guapo but he does not listen to me.”
“Well if you ask me, all three of you are pretty guapo.” She sipped her water, peaking at him over the top of her glass.
Jake gave a small smile then his smile faltered and he looked over at the broken bookcase. “I pissed him off. I’m not used to this. It was easier when I could just take over without him knowing.”
“He was just upset. I’ve seen him like that before. He starts a fight on purpose.” Layla wasn’t looking forward to cleaning up the mess. Steven had been using that particular shelf to store loose papers and research notes wedged between the books. “He wants you to be angry at him. He does things that he knows will upset you and then he can justify you hating him. We had some spectacular fights back in the day.”
Jake slouched down in the chair, his posture hunching down for the first time as he adjusted the ice bag and leaned back. “I yelled at him. He is really good at starting fights. I think I called him an insolent goat fucking fish. It sounds more impressive in Spanish. Everything does, honestly.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “I used to cuss him out in Arabic. It flows so much better when you’re angry.”
Jake smiled. “You should hear what Steven calls him when he gets riled up. That boy has some serious attitude if he gets going. The English are certainly creative.”
“I can imagine. He certainly knows enough languages to get creative.” She leaned forward on the table. “Is Steven okay? I didn’t mean to throw him into this situation. He just seemed so lost…”
“He’s calmed down. He was upset at Marc at first then he started to yell at me. I think he was just rattled. He doesn’t like not knowing what’s going on.” Jake paused and looked to the side. “He just called me a Tosser.”
“Steven!” She snorted and laughed.
Jake smiled and looked away. “We need to work on our communication. I assume Steven knows what he needs to know until he doesn’t. I’m not used to having to explain things to either of them. Steven can’t do his job if he doesn’t know what the problems are.”
Layla chewed on her lower lip a moment. “Is Marc listening?”
“No. He’s so miserable that he went to the back. Steven tried talking to him a bit but he isn’t in the mood to listen right now.” Jake shrugged. “He’ll come around when he’s ready. Steven won’t let him stay out for long. He has a wonderful ability to sneak past barriers and into places he shouldn’t be.”
“Why won’t he eat? It doesn’t always happen. Sometimes he just gets moody or sad or just starts fights for no reason. But I have noticed sometimes it starts with food.” She looked at him curiously.
Jake tossed the ice pack onto the table and worked his shoulder around carefully, testing for tightness. His far off look told her that he was talking to Steven about something. Perhaps checking to see if this was something Steven wanted to know or if this was something Steven should know even if he didn’t want to.
“In life there are rules and absolutes. If you do not breathe, you die. If you break the rules, there are consequences.” Jake looked up at the ceiling. “Sometimes those things are very clear and written out for you. You sit down and flip through a big book and try to make sense of it. When it doesn’t make sense, then Steven goes and asks someone a lot of questions until he’s told to go meditate on it and come up with his own answers.”
She raised her eyebrow at the very specific example. She imagined a small Steven trying to figure out how the world worked. He was probably very much like adult Steven, curious and filled with wonder and desperate to know everything.
Jake shook his head. “Sometimes those things aren’t so clear. Every time you think you have the rules figured out they change and you’re punished. Sometimes she tells you that she loves you and gives you cake. Sometimes she sets the cake before you and if you don’t eat it right away then she calls you ungrateful and throws the plate at you. Sometimes if you do eat it then she accuses you of taking too much and you end up on the floor with a concussion. So what do you do when the cake lands in front of you? Do you eat it? Do you know how to tell if this piece will kill you or is given to you with love?”
“I’d stop liking cake.” Layla frowned and looked down at the table. “Is that what happened? She hurt him because he ate?”
“Food is love in some cultures. Sometimes that love turns into control and pain.” Jake tapped a finger on the table. “You find control in anything you can. When everything is out of your control, you start taking back control in places that sometimes hurt you. Hold your breath till you pass out. Stay awake till you can’t see straight and end up sleeping through school. Go days without eating until I come along and eat a whole fucking cake hidden in the closet because we’re starving and no one noticed.”
“Is that why you eat the way you do?” She was hesitant at this part. “I’ve seen you eat all sorts of things I know that even Marc wouldn’t touch.”
Jake frowned. “If it is eat or die, even god will tell you to eat the most forbidden of food.”
Jake jerked his head to the side then glanced at Layla. He tapped his fingers in agitation. “No Steven. You can keep eating how you do. It’s your choice. You can afford the choice and I know I can trust you to take care of yourself.”
“Do you think this has all been a bit much for him? Maybe he’s starting to feel like he’s lost control of something.” She gave him an apologetic smile. “Not that this isn’t already hard enough for you all.”
“I’m pretty sure he hates me.” Jake got up and went to the mess and started to sort the broken bits into a pile.
She watched him, unsure what to say. She honestly didn’t know how Marc felt about Jake. Jake had come in as a surprise when Marc thought he knew everything. Steven had taken to Jake, but even he had his moments of uncertainty when it came to actually communicating with him.
She got up and went to stand next to him, gently touching his arm. “You should rest your shoulder. The mess will still be here in the morning.”
He looked at her. “I don’t like leaving this. What if one of them gets up in the middle of the night and trips on it? Or you? You could get a splinter or twist an ankle…”
That made her smile. “Trust us not to die if you take a five minute breather.”
He scowled at her. “You don’t know the things I’ve seen them get up to in just five minutes.”
Layla laughed and guided him away from the mess. “Maybe tell them what you do, Jake. Help them understand why you have to do what you do. If communication is so hard, then give them a reason to open up to you.”
Jake suddenly looked very tired as he looked at her. He tested his shoulder again for any signs of pain or tension. “I’m going to be on damage control until Marc relaxes. I need to take care of some things. Steven wants to be with you right now anyway. Can I leave you two alone? You won’t…”
“I promise we won’t break any other bookcases or anything like that.” She really hoped he didn’t know about Steven’s unsturdy desk. “Besides, I really just want to snuggle up with Steven and relax right now.”
Jake looked at her for a moment as if debating on if he really could trust her or not. He at last nodded and Steven blinked in with a yawn. “Oh man. He wasn’t kidding about this going to hurt tomorrow.” He picked the ice bag back up and set it on his shoulder. “How did I not know about this injury before? I figured I walked into a door frame or something.”
Layla hugged him and took a slow breath. “Do you ever look back on things from the past and wonder how you could have ever been so blind and naive to have missed so much?”
Steven gave her a look. “You’re serious?”
Layla blushed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean you in particular. I just…. Sometimes I look back on moments with Marc and suddenly things make sense. I can’t help but wonder if I missed things. If maybe I could have put it together sooner.”
Steven nudged a large book on the floor to the side. “You’re talking to the king of obliviousness. I look back on memories from my childhood and suddenly I can see Marc there in everything. Things that I ignored or thought were just how they were supposed to be. Now I’m looking back and searching for Jake and I’m starting to pick out traces. I think Jake doesn’t like me looking for him, but he’s starting to ease up a bit.”
Layla nodded and took him gently by the arm and guided him to the couch. They sat together and she wrapped her arms around him, leaning into him gently.
“Steven, I think I met you once. Maybe you slipped through or maybe he lost hold of the front for just a fraction of a second. I thought he had a headache. He was always complaining about migraines and wandering off or going on walks. Everyone needs alone time now and then so I thought his walks were just him taking a breather.” She sighed and ran her fingers over his arm gently. He leaned into her and took her other hand in his own, weaving his fingers over hers. “Marc came home once and he looked dazed. Maybe he’d just come back from being here or being you. But he smiled at me and when I asked if he was alright I swear he had a British accent for a moment.”
Steven blinked. “I don’t recall that. It’s possible. Maybe we got blendy for a bit. It’s hard to believe he always had control.” Steven thought about it for a moment. “I’m pretty sure Jake went to work for me at least once.”
“Do you think if I had figured it out and met you earlier that things might have been easier?” She watched his fingers trace hers.
Steven looked up at her. “Not really. Maybe I would have understood it better if you had been there to help explain things to me… But I honestly think it would have been harder. You missed the melt downs. The big ones. Marc and I got into some nasty fights when you weren’t there. I was… I wasn’t very nice to him. I was a real twat.”
“Oh Steven.” She kissed his cheek. “You were scared and confused. I saw how it affected you. Remember when I found you at Harrow’s place? You didn’t know what was going on any more than I did.”
Steven sighed. “We melted down when Jake showed up too. Silly of us to assume we had it all figured out. We really weren’t nice to one another. Especially to Jake. I think I judged him too hard. Do you think he hates me?”
“No!” Layla protested. “He thinks the world of you! It’s like how Marc looked after you for so long. He worked so hard to make you happy and protect you. You didn’t even know him and he loved you so much. Imagine now how Jake must feel to have watched over you both without you even knowing.”
“He probably thinks I’m a real git. Marc was so focused on me he missed the guy taking hiding in the back. I was focused on nothing and I missed two people!” Steven flopped back fully.
“I think Jake is trying to do the best he can and has no idea how to deal with you knowing about him. It might be making his job a little harder, honestly. If he can just step in and do things without a fight then hand it back over then it’s easy. Now he has to fight you both and explain things. I’m starting to see why he’s so frustrated all the time.” She smiled to herself as she found herself seeing things from his side suddenly. “You must frustrate him greatly. He wants to take care of you and you ask so many questions and refuse to be restricted.”
Steven suddenly laughed. “I got excited about something the other day while he was driving. He nearly drove off the road when I suddenly started talking to him about the discovery of a new tomb in the high desert.”
She gave him a nudge and laughed. “I suspect that he’s been so focused on Marc that you might still be a bit of a mystery to him.”
Steven was quiet for a long moment, deep in thought. “I think I’ll try talking to him more. If I don’t annoy him.”
“I think he respects you a lot.” She sighed. “Sometimes I worry that I’m complicating things. Before I knew all of this we were just like any other couple. We ignored our problems and we fought all the time then made up and had wild relations. It was always about the next adventure. The next trip and the next mission. We never just sat down and talked. Now I’m kicking myself… What if Marc starts to resent me? What if he feels like I’m pushing too much? What if I set him off and then he starts to hate me? What if Jake hates me for causing so much trouble?”
“None of us could ever hate you.” He looked up at her with such open love. “Marc needs to learn how to stop being so stubborn. Set his baggage down and loosen up.”
“That might take a while.” She sighed. “And Jake?”
Steven smiled and leaned back, resting. “Jake likes you. I think he’s got a crush on you.”
“You’re kidding?” She sat up a little and stared at him. “He does not. He thinks I’m in the way and a problem causer.”
Steven just shook his head with the same smile. “Every time you come over he pays attention. And not just because he thinks you’re going to cause problems. He talks about you a bit too. When you aren’t here. He asks what we think of you all the time. He’s anxious. I think he likes you.”
She frowned and lay back. “Anxious…”
Steven shrugged then winced as he moved his shoulder. “If you think he doesn’t know how to deal with us knowing about him, he’s outright terrified about you knowing about him. He has no idea what to say or do. You know… Just the other day he asked me if you-”
Steven cut off and looked to the side quickly. He smirked. “That was bloody rude, but fair. Jake is telling me to shut up. Guess he’s done with damage control.”
“Is Marc doing okay?” She chose to ignore the other things he had said. She wasn’t ready to unpack any of that.
Steven frowned and leaned into her. “He’s Marc. He’s doing what he does best. Refusing to talk to anyone and not face his problems. Give him a few days and he’ll be back, same as always.”
“Hmn.” She snorted. “Same as always. That’s the problem isn’t it?”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” Steven suddenly sat up. “I need to shower. I feel like maybe I should take advantage of this opportunity and try to get the body back into working order.”
She nodded to him. “Be careful with the shoulder.”
Steven smiled and got up. “Be right back, love.”
Layla watched him head to the bathroom and sighed, looking back at the mess of books. A part of her was wondering if it was better that she push things rather than let them go. If she had just sat there and eaten and let Marc do his usual thing rather than point it out.
Marc did have his own support system now. Steven was learning to keep a sharp eye on him and Jake was ready to force things into the right direction when needed. But if she kept interfering, how many more melt downs and fights was she going to cause?
Was she helping them or doing more harm?
“Anxious… I make Mr. tight lipped and frown lines anxious.” She pictured him over her, protecting her from the falling books and shelves. She felt her heart beat flutter for a moment.
Maybe he made her anxious too.
#Moon Knight#Moon Knight Fic#Marc Spector#Steven Grant#Jake Lockley#Layla El Faouly#Things need to stop happening#Next chapter hopefully by Christmas#Jake is having an OH NO moment#Layla is past the Oh No moment and now in the denial phase#Steven thinks it is cute#Marc is too distressed by his own baggage to notice
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hello. So. It's the historically ace questioning person who asked if I could ask.
A bit of background I suppose, but hopefully not too much...don't want to. tell you our entire life story. yeah. Our. Um
So I'm the main headmate. Of our system. I wasn't always. About a year and change ago I became sorta extent because one of my other headmates was wishing she was asexual (on top of just being super depressed and shit). Just kind of figuring, gosh, being attracted to and trying to date people. I want to. But it's a pain in the ass. Anyway then here I show up. I'm asexual. Or so I think. I go about thinking this while my headmates do all the sexual things sort of.
Fast forward a year and then we meet a really nice trans girl. I make a point to all my headmates, do not fucking flirt with this woman. However, my cunt of a headmate flirts with this woman. My headmates have sex with her. And then I have sex with her. And now I'm like. Wait. I'm not asexual
(She's our girlfriend now. I love her)
Case closed probably! Except then our one asexual friend is saying we could be asexual still. And then also she says something super curious. That like, to her, her asexuality, is like. Like sex doesn't do anything for her personally, not on its own, but what really actually turns her on is not sex, but making other people happy (with sex). And y'know just. She generally kinda frames it in a different way, sort of. Like our past ace friends would say. "no sex is gross and bad do not do it with anyone" but I guess she sorta frames it more like in the way someone might frame going drinking with friends? Like the average bar-goer might not be obsessed with the alcohol for its own sake but they do it for the social experience? I guess she talks about it like that. Gosh, did I just figure out how to understand this better?
So anyway I guess we're just stuck in this confuzzley overly normative brainstate of asexual = never horny ever/allosexual = horny ever at all and I'm like. Hm. I would like to know more about the spectrum I guess. am I on the spectrum? do I call myself that? does it matter? I don't know! I guess I wonder sometimes! and ALSO and I know you have nothing to say about this probably but we feel less plural lately and I wonder if maybe we're less plural because I'm more comfortable with my sexuality and don't need to fob it off on my headmates? Or I was the original to begin with and I made my headmates to... y'know, pretend to not be me? Or. maybe I'm not like this! Is sending this ask a sign of discomfort or just like. Uncertainty if I should be uncomfortable or even care...
did I just answer all my own questions oh my fucking god
Anyway YOU DO NOT KNOW WHO I AM! I KNOW NOTHING! except for that i may or may not be some flavor or degree of asexual. I also do not expect you to solve this problem for me and understand that you're only but one person who may or may not have thoughts about this and it's okay if you don't! okay. bye
wow you just helped me understand people who drink socially. thanks!
anyway like, the thing about asexuality is that its a pretty wide spectrum! there's people who are fully sex-repulsed, theres people who have sex every day, and theres people everywhere in between. and i dont think any of us ever have like a Really Super Simple relationship with our sexuality. but i DO know that being ace doesnt preclude you from having romantic feelings for the girl you were talking about! that would be aromantic. which is something i understand less despite being on the spectrum of that too.
but like, the key thing of asexuality is that you just dont experience sexual attraction on the same level as most people. like if i walk down a busy street full of attractive people, the number of people i would look at and say 'damn i would like to have sex with her' would be zero. and by and large i am repulsed by the idea of sex, and have almost no libido to speak of. and this is fine with me, i dont really want to change that. i like this about me.
but that doesnt mean im not open to the idea of sex in certain situations! im in a weird place between the two types of people youve described. sex is neither Bad nor Casual. the best word to describe it would be Sacred, But Not How Christians Talk About It. it's something only desirable in specific situations, and not thought about outside of them. and the situations for me are, boringly, a very committed relationship, and, more interestingly, casually in the case of playing out a very specific kink. but im not actively seeking out either of these situations. im unlikely to fall in love so theres no chance of a romantic relationship, and it takes a certain rare kind of person for the other situation. and the idea of getting laid isnt really enough of a draw to actually make efforts towards either thing.
so like, even though im not wholly opposed to sex, im still pretty firmly and solidly ace. yknow? and its very possible that thats where you are! maybe youd feel more comfortable with a demisexual label, where youre only interested in sex with people youre close with? but also a lot of the demisexual people ive met have a level of base horny that i lack, so even though im open to sex with someone close to me, i feel more comfortable with the ace label.
really its just something you'll have to figure out on your own. i dont know if ive cleared anything up or just made it worse, but you are always welcome to come back with more questions!
ps dick move on your headmate's part tell them emily said that
pps youre right i have no comments on how plural you are or arent, i dont know enough about how that works, but i wish you luck in figuring it out and you should always go with what makes you most comfortable! <3
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odd OC asks!
Moira: 🍋 (What is your OC's most painful memory?)
Jesse: 🍹(Does your OC have any funny anecdotes told about them?)
@flyingbananasaur
Fuck it you're getting these like I'm running a roleplay blog because I feel like writing in character.
"Funny ones? God, maybe? Ninety percent of them are depressing as hell, gimme a minute..."
It's not, in fact, a minute.
You probably sit alone at the kitchen table for a good half hour until Moira comes through the front door and sees you there. That's fine, you've got a question for her too.
She makes you a cup of tea (it smells like citrus and...maybe rose? Not quite, a little lighter than that. it's a definitely floral but you can't place it. There is probably an alarming amount of honey in it.) and one for herself (whatever is in her mug smells like cinnamon and smoke, you can't taste it, but you did see her heap just as much honey into it as yours) before joining you at the table with an open sketchbook and a handful of pens.
You ask and she wrinkles her nose a bit.
"Uhhh... I mean, I try not to dwell on that shit. Daniel is the curse my past mistakes, oh what a fool I've been flavor, I'm more the hindsight-is-pointless-keep-moving-forward variety." Despite the words, she shifts a little uncomfortably, letting the sketchbook drop from where it's propped in one hand to flat on the table.
"I guess probably the day I left home. Not in like the sense that it hurt to be there, or it hurt to leave the place itself--but it's hard to think about the fact that it was the last time I saw my family. That it was the last time they saw me and it wasn't even me they were seeing. I dunno, it sucks to think that they've still got an image of me in their memory that isn't anything close to who I am." She smiles a little then, discomfort fading. "I guess that gives you an answer. I'm not much of a stick-around-the-hurting kinda person. I've got too much ahead of me to enjoy to bother with giving much attention or energy to the stuff that sucked."
"I thought of one--" Jesse is back, "--like I said, most of the memorable things are pretty depressing--" Moira suppresses a laugh that gets one of her own pens thrown at her. "--shut up. I--
"--spent the first six solid months of college taking ice cold showers because you thought there was no hot water--purely because there was no separate hot tap. Rich boy problems." Moira sighs dramatically, pretending to faint against the table.
The next pen Jesse throws lands directly in her mug, prompting her to pull the remainder of them into her lap. "Rude." Jesse grumbles, though it's not hostile in the slightest and he's still got a grin splitting his face. "Anyways. We had a proper bounty hunter show up once for one of the--Moira they already know--anyway--Avery, really truly looked like a fucking Texas ranger kinda guy, showed up on a horse. I think we had him convinced the whole household was possessed--" The more Jesse talks, the more evident it becomes that this is not somebody capable of telling a succinct story, at least, not verbally. "It was pretty clear he wasn't going to just, leave, so eventually we talked him into staying to get a death certificate so he could get paid, I got him to let my nieces ride his horse--although to be fair I think Jamie would have found some way to do it regardless of if she got permission--and I actually kept contact with him after he left."
Moira frowns slightly at that. "I didn't know you still heard from Avery."
"Yeah, he wanted help picking off the guys who left him in the desert, including his ex, who was a massive asshole." Jesse looks back over to you, smile soft and a bit apologetic. "I know that wasn't particularly funny, sorry, I'm a little empty on funny."
"You could have picked any of the times you met the other three people who live here, which--as a reminder--include: Immediately offering to fuck Daniel after knowing him for approximately ten minutes, handing me the bullet I used to shoot my old boss and promising me it would look accidental, and basically begging Alex to let you adopt them after--surprisingly long for you--a whole hour." Moira counts these off on her fingers as she speaks, a look caught halfway between confusion and amusement on her face.
Jesse just shrugs, "Pretty sure those are all common knowledge--and if not, now they get them as a bonus from you."
~*~
Goodnight, Quinn
#the magician cries#questions concerns and or rotten tomatoes#character ref ja#character ref mh#have some silly little vamp!house antics#Jesse is genuinely a very bad verbal storyteller#he can write. cannot speak to save his life.#sitd#screaming about it#lsdente#my wriitng
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Some General Low Energy Cooking Ideas Pt 1
As we head towards fall here in Michigan, I'm gonna start losing my summer energy, so I thought I'd put together a list of relatively low energy meals/snacks now so when the big annual winter depression hits I don't have to think about it and I eat less delivery! I've also labeled which ones don't need a fridge, because my fridge is like a weird cursed location where if it goes in, it doesn't come out. This is a multi-part series, since I will probably run out of space!
Pt 1: No Cooking/No Dishes/Minimal Clean-up
These meals require the bare minimum of effort. No heating, no dishes, most only have a wrapper as trash. Downside is a lot of these can be expensive for what you get.
Breakfast:
-High Cost:Cliff/Granola/Protein Bars. I keep a box around at all times for breakfast, I really like the caffeinated ones because I hate making coffee in the morning! A nice, easy treat! Can be expensive, but you pay for convenience I guess. (No fridge required)
-Gummi vitamins! No calories, but a little treat to start the day! I do a multivitamin, vitamin D, and fiber chews. (No fridge required)
-No prep fruits, like grapes. I keep a bowl full of whatever was on sale (apples, plums, ect.) on my counter to eat, and always have bananas (more on those later). (No fridge if you buy small amounts and eat it consistently, fridge is necessary for bulk storage of most fresh fruits)
-Pre-cut fruits, like the kind fruit trays have. Same concept, more refrigeration, more likely to contain watermelon (I suck at hydrating, watermelon is my friend) (Fridge absolutely required, these will get nasty fast if left out).
-Dried fruits, especially craisins/raisins. Just bare fist those straight out of the container. (No fridge required) Can be combined with the below:
-Cereal out of the bag! Works best with cereal with big chunks and no powders, think like Kix or captain crunch. Avoid cinnamon toast crunch and similar beasts, your hands get coated and sticky. (No fridge required)
-Small yogurt drinks, like yakult or kafir. Single serve milk or juice cartons can also fill this niche, but I've only got one fridge and I am more likely to drink the yogurt. (Please keep yogurt and milk in the fridge. Juice boxes are usually shelf stable, but always check!)
-Trail mix. Kars is the best, pick your flavor. Or you can make your own in advance and live off that! (No fridge required)
-UCC canned coffee. This stuff is the bomb if you can find it. It's like the only non-sweet coffee drink out there. (No fridge required, but definitely best when cold. Can in theory be heated in a mug, but that's cooking adjacent for me)
-High Cost: Soylent drink/meal replacement shakes/drinks. An absolute last resort, usually expensive and bad tasting, but damn if they don't replace a meal. This is specifically referring to the pre-made ones, not the powder. The coffee mocha Soylent is tolerable, otherwise pick your poison between weirdly powdery chocolate milks. (Don't get the ones that need refrigeration unless you like them. I don't, this is my desperation food and does not deserve a place in my fridge).
Lunch/Dinner:
-Snack pack tuna kits. My go to for lunch, usually comes with crackers, a tuna salad can, the big ones have cookies and fruit! Run usually between $1.00 and $3.00, depending on size and brand! I like the Rosemary and Garlic ones from bumblebee. You can also make your own with tuna pouches/cans and crackers, but that does require a spoon. (No fridge required)
-Lunchables. Pizza lunchables. Get the kind with the juice box when they are on sale, off brand works just as well! (Should be kept in a fridge, but probably fine for a day or two if you forget)
-Baby carrots/snap peas/tiny tomatos. Get some veggies in ya! Best when fresh picked, but this is winter in MI, so more likely bought from meijer.(Fridge recommended if you don't want them to dry out, or if you don't eat the whole bag at once. Fresh picked during summer should be eaten straight off the plant, as nature intended (or rinsed for safety))
-Cheese sticks and meat, I usually go with pepperoni or beef jerky, but in theory any pre-cooked non-heated meat works. (Fridge highly recommended)
-Pita bread and pre-made tabbouleh. This shit is the bomb. No need for a plate, that's what the pita's for! (Refrigerate the tabbouleh, if any survives. I will eat a container of tabbouleh in one go. It's so good! You can sub hummus, I just don't like the texture)
-Chips and salsa. I just dip straight into the jar, but I understand that is both bad form and not always feasible. Tostitos scoops work best for this maneuver. Can also be done with cheese dips and pretzels, queso in jars, and any other sort of pre-made dip. (Some dips require a fridge, some don't. Chips and pretzels do not).
-High cost: Shrimp cocktail platter. Remember to thaw, then eat. Best when paired with veggies. (Freezer/Fridge Required)
Deserts/Snacks (obviously there are whole aisles dedicated to this at most American grocery stores. I'm just gonna list my favorites that have some form of built in portions. You will note that I like crunchy textures.):
-Strawberry wafer cookies. Even the low sugar ones are good! Nice and crunchy. Pirouettes and similar also fall in this category(No fridge required)
-Fig newtons! Apple newtons! Most neutigrain bars! Date bars Give me some fruit filling!(No fridge required)
-Cherry poptarts, frosted. Pretty much any "breakfast pastry" works better as a desert for me. Many granola bars fall in this category as well (looking at you, peanut butter chewy dippers). If it's marketed to kids, it's a dessert for me! (No fridge required, but General Mills Chewy Dipeprs are best cold.)
-Fruit snacks, especially the fruit veggie snacks. Individual packs are good for me, because these things are the bomb!(No fridge required)
-Any of the Kalbee baked snacks. Pea pods, shrimp chips, weird crab flavored things my beloved. They stab you when you eat them, thus preventing me from eating them all!(No fridge required)
-Salt and vinegar chips. They prevent you from eating too many by being physically painful. Kettle chipped increases both the damage and delight.(No fridge required)
-High Cost:Ice cream novelties~ Popsicles! Orangesicles! Klondike bars! I really like Coconut Outshine bars, they are expensive but so good!! (Freezer required)
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I love you so much it's eating me up inside.
A tooth rottingly sweet yandere writing blog ♡
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(Below is the full masterlist!)
(Here is the OC masterlist!)
(Writing commissions are open!)
Welcome! I hope you're hungry. :)
(Scroll for a list of the yandere stuff I've posted here!)
You can call me Pastel, Velvet, or Vel! I've been (extremely) into yanderes for a good portion of my life and I want to share this weird ass interest with strangers on the internet because fuck knows I can't talk to people in real life about this lmao
On this here blog I'll be writing yandere x readers, yandere imagines and anything else yandere, maybe poetry too idk guess we'll see 🤷♀️
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Requests are currently open,
But there are some things that I really wouldn't want to write about. Some of these include, but are not limited to:
Pedophilia and large age gaps
Incest
Cannibalism
Yanderes that intentionally abuse their darlings emotionally or physically
Harming or killing of animals or children
NSFW, I'm fine with mentioning it in passing but I'm in no way good enough at writing that to post it publically
If you request something that's not on the list and I say "sowwy I don't really feel comfortable writing that", it's because small brain forget to add on list, I'll update it whenever that happens.
If you have a question about one of these rules, about whether or not I'm familiar with a particular fandom, or anything else yandere related, go right ahead and ask me!
(Also, like the 2nd in my name suggests, this is a second blog I made specifically for yandere writing! If you want to check out my personal blog where I talk about all the cringe things I'm interested in and about whatever else is on my mind that day, my username is pastelvelvett!)
Now that we have that out of the way...
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What are you waiting for? Take a bite, whatever catches your pretty little eye. ♡
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♡ Bitter Indulgence: How can love be so bitter? This cake's taste is definitely an aquired one. While some consider the flavor unpleasant and overly intense, others appreciate its complexity and find eating it to be an interesting experiance. The interplay of sweet and bitter can become addicting, if you let it. Imagine bitter black velvet layers, between each of which being a mouth-wateringly sweet cherry jam of such a beautiful, vivid color.
The works listed here are more focused on drama and are more likely to include emotionally distressing themes. This doesn't mean that every story in this category is extremely depressing and/or disturbing, there's tiers to it! (And with every post there will be trigger warnings in the tags, so make sure to check them to see what's specifically kinda fucked about the one you're about to read)
Mild: ●○○
• Harper - OC introduction
Medium: ●●○
• Martin (rf5) - Yandere x reader
Intense: ●●●
(Works to be added!)
♡ Fluffy Treat: This love is a home you'd never wish to leave. Everyone needs a bit of comfort every now and again, and this cake is here to give you just that! Its simple, sweet flavor is a familiar one, one that sends you back to a time in your life when you were far more carefree and happy. And in that state of mind, you lose yourself in your want for comfort, forgetting that something feeling good doesn't necessarily mean it is healthy. Imagine a confetti cake, with colorful, uplifting sprinkles baked into the batter and a hint of vanilla essence packed in every bite. The sweet frosting on top is reminiscent of a soft, fluffy cloud.
Works listed in this category are meant to be comforting and comfortable, so they're far less likely to include more triggering elements. These are the kinds of things you'd read to relax after a long, stressful day, when you feel like you already have enough to think about so you don't really need the fanfiction you read to put you on an emotional rollercoaster of its own. This, of course, doesn't mean that they can't be disturbing at all, just that the disturbing elements that are in here are pretty much par for the course when it comes to yandere fics. Trigger warnings will still be included for each fic, but because these never get too crazy, there isn't really any need for an intensity rating.
• Yandere!Harvey (sdv) x Sick!Reader
♡ In between
• Harper (OC) - Yandere!Honor Student x Shy!Reader
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#a serving🍰 for x readers
#intro🍰 for character introductions
#🧁 for posts where I talk about yandere related things
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obligatory Fiammetta for character opinion bingo~
WE GOTTA BINGO
I feel I should justify two choices however
One - the half opacity on the popular ships thing. I don't dislike FiaMos or FiaLemuen at all! In fact, they're both fine to me. It's just... I'm not that drawn to them! They're both kinda shitty to her in a way that's... Not really narratively interesting for me.
What their treatment of her cause/perpetuates (obsessive behavior, inferiority complex, lack of closure and a general depression) is interesting, and what their relationship was also is
But in the present? Just kinda... Alright, I guess. What they create in her personality is interesting, but the ships themselves aren't, if that makes sense
The byproduct is fun, especially because it can be applied outside of the ships, but the romantic product isn't
(also they. Really read as borderline estranged exes to me.)
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2. Me saying FiaMos isn't really that interesting to me would get me shanked lmao
Sorry, Mostima's just a garbage person who occasionally does something good. There's just... not really that much flavor with the two. Fiammetta's carrying it hard. I love Mostima, I'm a fan of her, but in a way her fans probably wouldn't like.
And by extension, that would get me killed yes
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If you want OC questions, tell me the favorite food of the first OC that pops into your head 👀
Hhhhhhhhhhh aweeome awesome awesome can always rely on you buddy youre the best 💕💕💕
Okay first one that popped into my head is my edgy boy Eblis, who Ive never talked about on here so this is just gonna sound like nonsense but whatever.
So he grew up in a port town where his dad was a fisherman so he ate lots of fish and seafood in general and thats like definitely a comfort food for him throughout his life. And his favorite of that is actually grilled squid and the way his mom makes it is like, perfection. He'll eat that all day man. But he's also too embarrassed to admit that to his companions. God forbid he express positive emotions ya know?
But later on when he has to move away from home he mostly eats junk food and snacks cuz he's a 14yo edgy gamer boy with too much freedom(technically). He has a stockpile of this very specific brand's octopus flavor chips and he refuses to let anyone see him eat them so he just eats normal flavors in front of others cuz again, god forbid he express positive emotions and actually like things, ya know?
But there is this really chef guy in the group and whenever he asks Eblis if he's interested in eating anything specific he's like "idk man fuck if I care. I guess seafood would be fine tho...." Cuz again, GOD FORBID and he's really going through it, but he misses seafood from home and will take any opportunity he can to have it.
And years later when he travels the world alone, definitely not because he's a wanted criminal, he's still mostly eating junk and snacks, but if the place he's passing through has a seafood restaurant he will absolutely stop there and eat and while that's great and all it also gives him a little depression moment cuz he misses home(really he just misses his parents) but he definitely can't go back so he's like "this is the last time I eat this stuff" but its never the last time. It never is. And along the way he eventually learns to catch fish and cook it himself cuz sometimes no money ya know. But that part gets fixed when he reunites with an old friend and a former enemy.
And then when he's living on the base in space with them and some other allies he actually becomes the best cook in the group but hes kind of an ass about it like "you will eat what I make and you will like it" cuz STILL, god forbid he express he likes these people's company and likes cooking and admits that he gives a shit if they eat well or not. So anyway obviously he makes seafood a lot when they have the resources but like half of them don't like seafood but ya know, you better eat what he makes. But also a lot of the time he doesnt actually wanna cook so he just eats junk and snacks again. He will eat the octopus chips in front of people now tho. They found out and they dont care so he doesnt feel weird about it anymore.
Also after he reconnects with his mom and she moves somewhere better on an island he visits a lot and eats her grilled squid and he's okay with showing that hes super happy about it. He is no longer in his God Forbid Era.
Thank you buddy, thank you. Im actually starving myself. I have not eaten at all and Ive been up for like five hours so Imma go make me some choccy milk, MY favorite. If that counts as food since its a drink. I mean. You consume it. Yeah, fuck it. Thats food. Thank you buddy lol
#ohhhhh im fuckin thinking about my orion characters again now. i love them all so much. especially the main cast#i cant just slap the word seafood on here and be done. im incapable of that#i have to express all his trauma and his whole life story through the progress of his favorite foods and his experiences with them#FUCK. MY BOY!!!!!#JUST EAT THE SQUID AND BE HAPPY!!!!#personal#ask#long post
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hahaha so amnesia right? been there done that oops
WANG YI - FRAGMEMORIA
for the event he would've forgotten:
the fact that his classmates died in a flaming bus accident
that awful argument with break xerxes & its direct aftermaths, such as arguing with sun
all the reasons (and associated memories) he fell for nicolette
instead he's stuck thinking like:
NICOLETTE - "she's zhilan's friend right so we're technically friends by proxy but i don't think we've ever really hung out? i must have been really drunk to end up dozing off in her house but we didn't actually do anything, thank god. hormones keep acting up around her though, so i think i'll keep my distance, it's better that way."
XERXES BREAK - "i keep feeling like i've let him down for some reason, but it's not like i can control a car when it crashes? think i checked on him afterwards and he was fine so that's good. maybe i should check again, bring him sweets or something. it'll help my guilty conscience...anyways, i remember he likes strawberry flavor right?"
SAD? VIBES? ?? - "why do i feel so depressed when depression isn't in my vocabulary. this kinda sucks but i guess i'll hang out with zhilan/sun/eiden/etc., to chill."
on the bright side, you can now be friends with him with no strings or emotional burdens attached! yay!
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Case 143 (I wish you’d listened)
Genre: Angsty/Smut/Childhood friends AU/ Empathetic + Apathetic
WARNINGS: mentions of depression, anxiety, mature themes, explicit language, dark themes, heavy topics, trauma, smut, sexual scenes, mentions of kinks, drug and alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, parental issues, vigorous sex scene, toxicity, eating disorders, and self-harm.
Word Count: 879
My mind wouldn't stop thinking, "You know if Felix catches you spacing out again, you're gonna get an ear full," Seungmin said. I look at him as he helps a sweet old lady, "Sorry," I mumbled as I continued to frost the two-layer cake. "What has you thinking so much?" Seungmin asked; I topped the frosted cake with chocolate chip cookies. "Many things have me thinking," I said as I placed the cake on the display case. Seungmin bid farewell to the customer, "Like what?" He asked as he closed the glass case.
I look at him, "Is it about your dreams? Have they been getting worse?" He asked. A small sigh escaped my lips, "My dreams are mostly about a friend I had when I was like eight," I said as I washed the popping tips and knife. "So you're having dreams of your childhood. What's so bad about that?" He asked; I glanced at him. I kept my gaze on the water, "His name was Minho...Lee Minho," I spoke calmly, but deep inside, I was screaming.
Seungmin was perplexed his face went pale; I looked at him as I closed the faucet. "Lee Minho?" He asked; I nodded. "Mm, Lee Minho. I remember a lot about him, like how sweet he was, even though he spoke no English at all when we were in school. Although he was improving a little, I guess what has me thinking was the promise we made." I said, hugging myself as I rubbed my arm. Seungmin furrowed his brow, "A promise? What promise did you two made?" He asked. I huff, "On his last day at the school, I gave him an orange ribbon. I told him that when we met again in our twenties, he'll return it to me." I said, a giggle left my lips. "That makes no sense; I know; I was a kid." I implied Seungmin smiled.
"So, have you met him once again?" He asked; I shook my head as I wiped down the counters. "I think that there's a zero possibility of ever seeing him...again" I spoke quietly, Could the guy from Psychology class be him? Seungmin sighed and crossed his arms, "You never know, Lilac; maybe the universe does have it planned for you." He said. I let out a small laugh and shook my head, "You can't be serious," I teased, but he looked serious. I bit my tongue and walked into the kitchen, "Hello dear, how are you doing?" Mrs. Lee asked as she baked away. I smiled faintly. "I'm doing okay; how are you doing, Mrs. Lee?" I asked; I walked into the freezer pulling out two twelve-inch sheet cakes.
"I'm doing just fine love; oh, Felix should be here soon." Mrs. Lee said with a cute smile. Felix resembles his mother so much, aside from the freckles. He looks so much like her. "That's great. I finally can talk to him about something," I said, walking back to the front. Seungmin was laughing as he attended a customer. I set the cake on the platter; I filled the piping bag with pink buttercream. "Lilac," Seungmin called out; I turned to see him with a smirk.
I furrowed my brows; my eyes shifted to the customers. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach as I made eye contact with him, "Lilac this is Minho," Seungmin said. Minho...Lee Minho? I forced a small smile, "Oh annyeong," I said. Something about Minho was strange. He looked like the type to hate human interaction, just like little Minho. "Annyeong...Lilac" He spoke with an emotionless tone; I looked at Seungmin. "I'll see you at Changbin's place?" He asked Minho; I turned back to the cake. "Cha...Changbin's? Yeah," Minho spoke, slightly stumbling with his words. I started coating the vanilla-flavored cake with white buttercream, "Alright, your total is seventeen ninety," Seungmin said with a cheerful tone.
He seemed too cheerful all of a sudden; I let a small sigh leave my lips. Grabbing the spatula I spread the strawberry filling on swiftly, “I’ll see you around Lilac,” Minho said. I looked at him perplexed, “Bye,” I said with a faint smile. Once he left the shop I smacked Seungmin with the spatula, “You little twit,” I said. Seungmin grabbed his arm, “What? Is that not the Minho from elementary school?” He asked. I sighed, “I don't know; I wouldn't know what he looks like to this day,” I said, washing the spatula.
Seungmin shook his head, “Lilac, how many Lee Minho's have you met?” He asked. I look at him, “One...” I said. He smiled, “There’s your answer,” He said, walking off. I rolled my eyes and went back to decorating the cake. “You should come with me; we’re hanging out tonight at my friend’s place,” Seungmin said; I crossed my arms. “Will Felix be there too?” asked; Seungmin nodded. “Okay, then I’ll go,” I said, “Hey, you two,” Felix’s voice sent chills down our spines. Seungmin shivered, “Ugh, I won't be able to get used to that,” He said. I chuckle, “How’s everything?” Felix asked. I handed him the folder, “Everything is going great,” I said.
Could that Minho be the Minho from my childhood?
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my return to tumblr begins here
hello, my name is taylor. i haven’t been active on tumblr for maybe 7 or 8 years. i am going to use this blog as a space for personal posts. i will be using the tags #personalblog and #tayloristragical. welcome.
i don’t expect anyone to read this but if you happen to stumble upon it, hello. my main goal with this blog is to have a space to get my thoughts out and not be so perfect about it. i feel a lot of pressure on facebook and instagram and i can’t truly be myself or say what im really feeling. and nobody wants to hear when you aren’t doing well. so i will keep it confined here and twitter. haha
i am not doing well mentally. so trigger warning for that.
what is going on with me today? well, i am very stressed about work and i am dreading going in at 4:00. it’s noon now. i feel exhausted from all the worrying. i should go to the gym but i really dont feel like it. so i think im going to go for a walk.
i think it’s going to look like this
12:30-2:30 walk to the store to get a diet coke and/or energy drink. then walk around the park and drink it.
2:30-3:30 change clothes and curl hair and get ready for work
3:30-4:00 think about work, journal in my hobonichi
4:00-8:00 stupid stupid stupid work
after work my brain is like mashed potatoes so i can’t really plan anything during that time. i am too depressed and tired.
anyways i guess i’ll report back later to talk about my walk. byeeee
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update: i went for a walk. it took me an hour and 10 mins to walk to the store, get the energy drinks, and walk back. celsius was on sale so i got 3 of those. my fav flavor is the apple pear one. work was fine i guess after mostly crappy tho i hate it there.
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That video post about exercise made me want to ramble this morning.
So. I workout fairly regularly. Daily morning squats/situps/pushups/arm workout in the morning, cardio 2 or 3 times a week, and a decently challenging hike when I can squeeze one in.
Some of this is to manage the extra Zoomies that come with my flavor of neurodivergence. It also helps the anxiety and depression and etc.
Some of it is to keep my joints happy and be aware of what they are up to (I am prone to dislocations if I don't do strengthening exercises)
Some is for general health. I come from a long lived family, but our quality of life is determined by what we do in our youth. I'm currently hoping to be like my great uncle; he's coming up on 80 and still goes snorkeling. So I work for it.
(oh and for anyone with a uterus: I have discovered that daily situps/crunches help head off the cramps. It sounds fake as hell but it worked for me. I am now functional on days when I would have been writhing in pain)
Absolutely none of it is weight driven. I'd never win if it was. I come from a heavier family. We're the descendents of the peasants that lived through All The Bullshit. As such, we keep poundage easily. Which isn't a bad thing! My mom credits her 'extra' weight as what helped her pull through COVID she was hospitalized for --because she actually had the reserves to burn. (She had to work to gain it back, actually) Humans keep fat stores for that exact reason: to get you through the Lean Times. Which could be an illness, or a shortage of food, or what have you.
Nope, my metric is "well what can I do and how do I feel?"
If I'm sitting at 160lbs but feel like garbage and can't go upstairs without huffing and puffing there is a Problem
If I'm about 200lbs but can sprint around and fling 50lbs + weights around without feeling it I am fine (current state of affairs, actually) even if I'm on the pudgy side (which I currently am)
As long as my joints aren't bitching and I feel good, weight isn't a factor in my fitness other than "oh yikes I dropped a bit low. Guess I need more calories"
I had visible abs once in my life.
It was not a healthy time in my life, let me tell you.
The point here is:
Find what you like doing, that makes your body happy with you (yeah exercise sucks in general at first but it gets better) and roll with that. Acknowledge genetics and never go chasing a size zero because that shit is just not realistic for most of us.
And yes. Walking counts. It very much counts. I've seen idiots saying it doesn't. It does. It is physical activity. Therefore it counts. Find a pretty piece of nature, or even a city park, and take a ramble.
EDIT: it should go without saying (but this is Tumblr) that this message is also 'whatever works for your disability'. My mom uses a walker. My dad uses a cane. I'm not gonna be an asshole and hassle them to hike a fucking mountain .
#ramblings#in my case even besides muscle and fat my BONES would not fit in a size zero#BONES. THE THINGS YOU CANNOT ARGUE WITH#oh yeah and i literally JUST went to the doc who sang my praises about fitness and said Nothing abt weight so i guess this#is tried and tested?
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Helloooooo, Giftee? *taps mic* Are you well? Hydrated? Eating adequate vegetation? Is Tumblr being an ass-goblin and destroying these asks? I'm banking on the latter so, you know, I guess don't respond if so?
Hello, Santa. Deepest apologies for taking so long to respond. Real Life ™ has been shaking me by the scruff of the neck lately. Thanksgiving, multiple snows (the first flake brings transport in my region to a screeching halt making everything take three times longer than it should) and having to replace a car have slurped up all my time the last two weeks.
So if you’ve started a story and anything I say here is at odds with what you have planned, feel free to continue as you were. I’m sure I’ll be happy with it. All Rumbelle/Anyelle stories are delightful.
Now returning to the notes I started back when I got your ask, before life interfered.
I hope you are looking forward to this year's Rumbelle Secret Santa as much as I am. I have sloughed off on my Rumbelle writing lately and am hoping this will get me going again.
As to the walls. I am simply crap at coming up with prompts. Then I was washing dishes from my early Thanksgiving prep (did I mention my dishwasher died the weekend before Thanksgiving? Yeah, things have been no end of fun here) anyway, I was listening to The Traveling Wilburys, as one does while doing household chores, and it occurred to me that the first line from the refrain of Tweeter and the Monkey Man would be an excellent sort of open ended prompt.
So use it any way you like. Real walls – library, shop or home renovation; magical mishap; Norwester/tornado/hurricane/natural disaster. Metaphorical walls – breaking out of stereotypes, trying to get out of Storybook. Emotional – pretty much any Rumbelle story : )
While I pulled the line from Tweeter and the Monkey Man I didn’t intend to ask for anything involving the rest of the refrain or a Rumbelleing of that story. Not only does it strike me as tough to Rumbelle (and a little depressing despite a really catchy refrain), but the Hades storyline is not my favorite. I don’t think either Belle or Rumple were written particularly in character although Bobby and Emilie did their best with what they were given.
Not to mention I really dislike Zelena. Not crazy about original flavor Hook either. They’re okay for antagonists, but not center stage.
Love AUs. Cursed Storybrooke, no magic, historical, role reversal, fix-it, heck coffee shop, or zombie apocalypse. Enjoy them all.
But whatever you’re in the mood is fine. The way my last couple of weeks.have been going I’m more in the mood for fluff or happy ending than tragedy, but if you want to toss in a little angst along the way that’s fine,
Hope my venting does not put you off. I didn’t realize I needed to until I got going. I’ll tag these Joylee56 Secret Santa to make them easy to find. And hopefully be quicker to respond and in a better mood when next I hear from you.
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