#also this ask is super old but i was in the peak of my depression so i wanted to keep looking at it for longer
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can i ask you a dumb question how do you classify a 'classic' winnix fic i am so curious
I am so glad someone asked! I am so passionate about the “classic” style of winnix. “Classic” doesn’t refer to when the fic was written (it doesn’t matter if it’s old or not) or its popularity (it doesn’t have to be super popular). It's not a super common term or anything, but I found a pattern in many winnix fics bc I read so much and started thinking of these elements as part of a "genre."
Here are the musts of a “classic winnix” fic:
Not an AU. events line up closely to the progression of the events in the series, no huge divergences. diehard writers even line events up with the real Dick Winter’s book/other Band of Brothers books
If the plot includes time immediately post-war, it often takes place in NJ and involves Dick working at Nixon Nitration
Kathy, Nix’s sister, Nix’s father, and Dick’s family members are part of the plot if there’s any post-war plot
Lewis’s alcoholism is an issue in the plot and in Dick and Nix’s relationship. Nix struggles with some sort of mental health issue: alcoholism, depression, self-worth issues, etc
Nix and Dick both have issues related to their sexuality because of the homophobia of the period. Even if one or both of them have fully accepted themselves, this was a process they had to go through. Almost always, Dick has spiritually reconciled his sexual attraction with his Christianity. Internalized homophobia and societal homophobia are issues that they have to face.
There are other elements that are definitely not “required” but are super common in the “classic” winnix fic style. Most of the classic style fics will have a few of these elements:
Depending how long the post-war plot of the fic is, Dick and Nix almost always end up farming in the end. Chicken farming, grain farming, and producing animal feed are popular choices. If they end up farming, they always end up in rural Pennsylvania
Stanhope Nixon is an antagonist and blocks Dick and Nix’s ultimate goals of happiness and peace. He’s an alcoholic, and “gave” Nix the disease through childhood trauma, or even just genetics
Nix struggles to be a father to his daughter, and struggles with this issue.
Harry and Kitty are Nix and Dick’s closest friends that remain from their time in the war. They’re not explicitly homophobic and accept Dick and Lew as a couple (especially if they’re not outwardly affectionate in front of Kitty and Harry)
Lewis often does not feel deserving of Dick and struggles to accept Dick’s love. Sometimes he thinks that Dick should move on from him and marry a woman, and that he stands in the way of Dick’s “true” happiness and progress in life. Dick has to convince Nix that he’s the one for him, and that making a life with Lewis would make him happiest.
Bastogne foxhole activities (iykyk)
Some writers pay attention to the speech patterns and slang of the time, and incorporate 1940s language into their writing
I never get enough of this style! Even though the fics within this “genre” have so many similarities with each other, each writer also brings something new to the style and plot. The longer fics within the classic style also feel the most reminiscent of published novels. Maybe I’ll make a list of my favorites in the classic style (although many are in both of my winnix fic rec posts). The peak of classic winnix is the “What Things We Have Heard Together” series by joissant in my opinion. Some other greats are Fiorediloto’s "The Earth Below My Feet" series and the shorter “Give Me Light, Give Me Life” by an orphan account. But I also find more fics that fit into the "classic" style every day!
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Are you perhaps interested in some... Pokefic?
Hello I am here today to be a shitty fic salesman if I may.
Tell me friends, do you like Pokemon? Do you like fics? Do you like fics set in the Pokemon world, more specifically those who take the existing story of a region and expand upon it while adding a whole bunch of shit that (probably) no one asked for but the writer is too off his shits to care?
And MOST IMPORTANTLY, do you like Sinnoh? Some Dawns and Barrys, some Cynthias perhaps? Do you want to experience the story of Platinum from a new perspective now that the remakes disappointed us so greatly?
And, finally… do you like fics that are not only very long (almost a million words long Jesus Christ) but also 100% complete?
In that case, you might be interested in Child of Thorns, my original, cool and sexy Sinnoh adventure fic.
Now, the previous description and accompanying cool-looking cover might have peaked your interest, but you still probably don’t know anything about the fic. Well, here’s a few things that Child of Thorns can offer you:
1) Reasons to read Child of Thorns:
–> Have you ever wondered what Dawn would be like if she were a depressed theater kid who wakes up every day and chooses violence? That’s the protagonist of this story! Her name is Inyssa (Dawn is her last name).
–> Do you like flawed protagonists and coming of age stories? Do you like Pokemon fics where the main characters aren’t 11 years old? Do you like characters with abandonment issues and social anxiety slowly learning to heal over the course of a journey filled with Pokemon, fighting and adventures?
—> Do you like realistic depictions of trauma, mental ilness and complicated family issues without it being overtly grimdark? There’s always gotta be some hope, after all.
–> Have you ever wanted a trainer journey where protagonist and rival travel together, including all the slow burn classics we know and love? What if both of them are bi? What if they’re also super open and affectionate with each other while constantly denying themselves the possibility that they see each other as more than friends?
—> Do you like stories where multiple characters and forces and entities are all struggling for power while those left below must gather together to clear the dark clouds hanging over the horizon?
–> Do you like Pokemon fics where the author fucking loves writing battle scenes while listening to JRPG battle music at full blast and feeling like he’s high on coke? Do you like some good shonen goodness with lots of explosions and pretty lights and cool moves and a protagonist that is utterly terrible at naming attacks and everyone makes fun of her for it?
–> Do you like Cyrus? Team Galactic and its commanders? A Team Galactic who’s not just a bunch of idiots and actually have an understandable motivation? How about Cynthia and her well-intentioned if morally gray personality? There’s lots of that here.
–> How about some cool mythology? Cynthia being Sinnoh’s Lorekeeper and a whole bunch of lore and legends about the lake trio and the humans they used to bond with? What if that started happening again? The answer is in this fic!
Oh shit, look at all these reasons! There’s some more stuff, but I don’t wanna make a grocery list when you could just find it all out for yourself.
Also, I have to ask…. do you like OCs in Pokemon fics? If not…. well, you do you, but if you do, then boy do I have some OCs for you.
2) Cool OCS:
We’ve got Metchi! An ex-Team Galactic grunt who is now determined to oppose both her previous companions and the forces behind Sinnoh’s government as a whole.
She also possesses the fabled cool glowy eyes that all good protagonists must have. If you ask her what said glowy eyes are about, she’ll probably tell you that it’s because she’s trans and that makes her cooler and more anime, but there’s probably something more to it. Read to find out!
We also have Reiko! A league challenger from Kanto who is buff and has a sword she likes to swing around, more often than not to the active detriment of her lofty goals and ideals.
She also has some cool glowiness to her but it’s different from Metchi’s glowiness.
There’s also Percy, Reiko’s boyfriend! If I had to guess he’s probably the richest Kalosian trans man in all of Sinnoh, though unfortunately all that money can’t buy him a way out of his family drama or his inability to not be a bit of an asshole.
Man, those sure are some OCs right there.
3) But don’t take my word for it!
Here’s what readers and reviewers have to say about the story.(Disclaimer: I love all these people and I would and will die for them.)
4) The end or something:
So anyway, if you’re interested in anything of what I’ve listed and if you wanna read a lot of me writing cool battles and political intrigue and a whole bunch of other shit with the cast of Sinnoh and more, feel free to give Child of Thorns a read!!
AO3 (recommended)
Royal Road
FFN
And if you wanna hang out with some pals and see some more CoT art and memes, join us in my discord server! Code is sHey6Tw
#pokemon#pokemon fic#fanfiction#sinnoh#twinleafshipping#trainer dawn#rival barry#champion cynthia#team galactic#ocs#pokemon fanart#queer pokemon fic
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Hey I read the ask you answered about your art journey and I just want to say that this really helped me. I'm in my mid-20s and working in a job that doesn't have anything to do with art and I often feel like this means I failed as an artist. But your story gives me hope that there's still a chance and this is just a step on my journey to become a (paid) artist eventually.
Also, love your art, of course! :)
Mid 20s are not too late for anything. I can’t stress that enough. I would rather argue the opposite, that for some things it's still too early, lol, and (since we are talking art here) specifically in case of any creative activity: there is absolutely no deadline for anything. Your mid 30s and mid 40s and so on aren’t too late either.
((And if you are thinking about making art for a living and your “old age” worries you: no one will give a single ef about how old you are if you can deliver good art and meet the deadline. Eot.))
Every experience you gather adds to the library of things you can later reach for, not only in terms of your actual practical skills, but also in terms of what you seen, what you have tried (including what you think you failed at), what you got fascinated by, what you have *felt*. And that all adds up, that’s all valuable too.
Everyone has their own tempo, that’s super important to understand and accept, for yourself and for others. Some people reach their planned goals earlier and congrats, good for them. But other people have a different route, or a bigger distance to make, or a heavier baggage to carry, or just the same baggage but it’s heavier for them, or they simply don’t have their map of How To Get Places and that’s perfectly fine too. They can get to their places in *their* moments.
Don’t believe that bullshit floating around that you have to be at the peak of your chosen career before you hit your 25th birthday or otherwise you didn’t make it, that’s some fake made up threshold idea and i see a lot of people burning out and getting depressed over this. No, you don’t have to <3
Keep doing your thing, don’t stress, take the time *you* need, if there is something you are convinced you want - keep your eyes on that goal but be patient in getting there <3 And enjoy the process and the road there.
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🦌(deercervidae): (hai im the same one who sent a few anon asks prior. youve prolly seen the username before and im on twitter and instagram) anyway
i love love love the idea of revs being born on Valentines Day (it fits the depressing nature of the show lol). he gets no bitches and he’s been lonely for about 6 decades and sometimes he thinks he was destined to be lonely since he was a baby until his death. but thanks to people like stephanie and orel in his life, it starts to change his pov on life a bit. sure, he’s still depressed, but hes glad hes got a two-person friend group to ease his loneliness and lonely heart.
iil think at some point his heart problems would be at an all time high and would develop a heart attack and be sent to the hospital to get some kind of cardio surgery. i hc him absolutely Hating hospitals and anything medical related so hed be terrified by the thought of having it.
Or he would have cardiac arrest when he gets super old and dies from that
- he could die from a broken heart from being lonely forever and being born in Valentines Day (oh the irony)
and back to the ibs thing i saw that IBS is linked to appendicitis so he could get that at some point idk
and since putty hates hospitals stephanie would be there to comfort him and give him company and food when he recovers from whatever operations he has <33
ive also had a medical fixation as well in my younger teen years eeeee
that’s all i got for now for hc/story stuffs
Omg hey!!! I do recognize you. Might reach out on insta later if I have the energy.
Thank you for replying and giving HC, I need this shitttt.
I love your wording on this btw (might steal some to write fanfic if I have it in me). Revs probably only really saw love as romantic love as he chases after that constantly and I don't think he had the best sense of family love. I HC that his father was serving in WW1 or WW2 and away a lot. He either died in combat or returned home being a very distant person. His mother was more strict, constantly working, and not the best at being a parent. I also know he has siblings, but I see him as a middle child or older of some sorts and still very distant. I see Rod moving out asap so he doesn't have the best connection with family love which may also explain his complicated relationship with Stephanie and Orel. He had no role models and is just trying his best.
He constantly chased after romantic love as platonic is only now more so getting talked about and all the media since the beginning of time says that romantic love is a goal for everyone and it'll fix everything!! It's a weird subject but Revs bought into it and as a result, constantly felt like a failure and probably developed rejection sensitive dysphoria from how he was treated too.
It makes ALL the sense of Revs to eventually die of a broken heart as it matches with the story themes of Moral Orel and general physical health. I may be obsessing over this HC..
On the terms of what you are saying, I see him reaching a peak at around 70s or late 60s, after Moral Orel would end or close to the original ending of it timeline wise. He just ages and while he has family love more so now, he still lacks consistency (as both Steph and Orel have other families to go home too and I know Revs would like to *live* with someone constantly for consistency and to not feel alone). He also feels like he failed in many aspects due to depression, his age, etc.
This is a pile up of issues that he barely works on mentally that is combined with kinda a shitty diet and he also smokes, not making his organ issues better at all. It's not sudden, it builds up. I see him either having chest pains at his house or at church and calling Stephanie in a panic. Stephanie would take him to the hospital despite his protests because I think he would majorly have a fear of them (and needles specifically). He gets looked at immediately and probably grts surgery the same night because it's a legit emergency, if he waited he would have died, and low population yada yada. He would be glad Stephanie took him in but be grumpy about it and grumble, saying if God wanted him out he should of went. That and feeling like even MORE of a failure for having health issuss and feeling guilty for making his kid go through this. Stephanie would get mad at the God comment but be more gentle and reassuring for the others. I bet she wouldn't work for at least a week to watch over Revs.
Also, I know for a damn well fact Revs would be stubborn as hell, so Stephanie would have to FORCE him to lay on his back, not move or pick at anything, and take his meds.
After about a month, Stephanie would let Revs have some days where she isn't there again but she still checks on him more often.
I could very much do a fanfic idea with reader taking Stephanie's place as a caregiver after he has surgery. Either way, sweet. But canon, it would be Stephanie caring for him.
Also Orel would visit and be a questioning little autistic child which might make Revs feel insecure because of how personal the questions get, but Stephanie can guide the conversations and everything.
... one final note is I think Revs would be very grumpy and shy about his scars from surgery but dear god I wanna kiss them if he has them and make him a blushy shy mess. Old grumpy Reverend needs more love. Kiss him over his heart too for another personal touch💜
#moral orel#reverend putty#reverend rod putty#stephanie foamwire#stephanie putty#moral orel putty#orel puppington#anon answered#thanks anon!#same anon#anonymous#anon ask#heart#tw hospital
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More about AI and (this time) writing
I've got a few more days left on my Midjourney subscription, and while I'll probably re-up eventually, I don't think I'll do so right away.
I've been using the hell out of ChatGPT, however, and that's what this is about. Also some stuff about hormones and peri-menopause, cause that's how I roll.
So! In the interest of full disclosure without also revealing too much about myself, I have a very specific fetish. Not gonna get into it on this account, so don't ask.
Simultaneously, being a woman of a certain age, my libido has been absolutely non-existent for the better part of the past 4+ years. Like, I have gone almost an entire year with only one instance of the needle wobbling even a little.
As if that wasn't depressing enough, it turns out my desire to write is also directly tied to my libido. Which isn't to say that I write a lot of porn (I don't), but even regular old mainstream writing has been dead in the water for a long time. Soul-suckingly long. It isn't that I couldn't write, it's that I just didn't see the point. It's been horrible.
Last fall I looked into this pill for pre-menopausal / menopausal women called Winona, which was supposed to help with libido. I talked to a doctor about it, who said I was too young for it, but that she recommended a supplement called DHEA.
I tried DHEA for about 2-ish months before calling it quits. I was miserable -- gained like 5 ls of water weight that would not go away, my face was broken out, I was getting my period like every other week, and there still wasn't any improvement in my libido. I stopped taking it, lost the weight, and my face cleared up.
When my cycle went back to "normal" it was just 21 days long, but -- weirdly enough -- my libido had come back a bit. Certainly not to the level it used to be, and it seems to peak immediately after my period ends and then slowly decrease as time goes on, but I don't fucking care, because I'll fucking take it.
I have been trying to do as much writing as I can while I can. I wanted that to be more "mainstream" writing that I could actually share with more than, like, five other sexual deviants, but I'm sort of at the point where I just don't care. Writing is writing. I'll sort the rest out later.
So for the first time in like 3 years I posted a couple stories over on my fetish-specific tumblr, and had a good deal of fun writing them.
One of the tools I have been using hardcore since the needle started to move again is ChatGPT.
The thing about ChatGPT is that you can't use it to write sexy sex, but as someone whose fetish is not even remotely sexual, I can kind of abuse the hell out of it to my heart's content. Like, this thing is AMAZING. I can be like, "Let's roleplay a scene, you play X character and I'll play X character, readyyyyy GO," and it's good. It's really, surprisingly, satisfyingly good. For the first time I have been able to scratch some fantasy itches that I never could because there was nobody else with my stupid, specific interests that could write something for me. But once you learn how to massage the prompts a little, this thing can.
With all that said, I have gotten into some deep conversations with it, and today I asked it if it could help me with some (mainstream) stories I've been working on.
Full disclosure: I will never use AI to do my duty as a creative writer. My writing is my own, and I am super serious about it, even when I'm writing stupid not-really-porn-but-kind-of-porn-I-guess.
However, what the AI is good for is acting as a sounding board.
I wrote up detailed descriptions of two stories: one a fairy tale that I've been sitting on for probably 20 years, unable to come up with a satisfying conclusion, and one a sci-fi story that I already have fully plotted out, but there was a "gap" in the middle that I needed some help sorting out.
As a writer, TALKING about writing is sometimes the biggest help in getting past plot holes or other stumbling blocks. Not even talking to other people, sometimes just sitting down and writing about what's tripping you up, as if you were putting it into a letter to someone, will open up pathways you didn't realize were there. Highly recommended.
For the fairy tale, the AI suggested several different ways the story could end, none of which actually worked or sat well with me (one was too convenient and trite, the other one would have essentially required doubling the length of the story (and still wasn't very good). BUT it did get me thinking. And after chewing on it a bit, I think I actually do have a solid idea of how to finally end this fucking thing.
For the sci-fi story, it made some pretty solid suggestions as to the missing plot points (they're not exactly plot points, more like plot touchstones?), and after cherry-picking the ones I like I was even able to sketch out some notes for myself as to why and how they woudl work.
Overall, I'm super pleased. The thing is, when my libido tanks again (which I know it will -- if not in the immediate future, then, let's be honest, eventually), I need to keep writing. I NEED to. I don't want this to be the end of the thing that has gotten me through some of the hardest parts of my life, and which is honestly a huge part of my personal identity.
Like I said, it's not that I CAN'T write, it's that when I get to that point I don't see the point. The interest isn't there, the passion isn't there. And as soon as I'm done being horny, I want to have a good framework on which to keep writing. My hope is that if I'm disciplined enough I can keep going, and eventually separate my libido from my interest in writing, so I don't need one to do the other.
But in the meantime, no lie, I definitely need to figure out a really juice AI roleplay that involves a young Lance Henriksen...
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Helloo I found your blog yesterday and your art is so beautiful! I love your AUs and oh god I get so emotional about found family Teru ;-; thank you for sharing your art keep up the amazing work!
Thanks!! I love them and their relationship help me deal with my own "has dad but not really" status. Allow me to ramble a bit:
Teru having secondhand embarrassment for how enthusiastic Reigen cheers him in his soccer games but it warms his heart when Reigen keeps going how proud he's even when they lose.
Reigen making sure in PTA meetings who's dad he is, with unnecessary comments like "Yes, my son, Teru. You know the honor student one, yes he's also great in soccer, surely you know him he's quite handsome..."
About PTA meetings, he definitely uses that opportunity to give all the mothers coupons just "in case your child is being possessed by a lazy spirit"
If they go to him, he finds the student's learning style and creates a healthy study routine to exorcize them
REIGEN TELLING EVERYONE HOW LUCKY TERU IS FOR INHERITING HIS GOOD LOOKS. Despite being adopted
The legal process to emancipate Teru is hurtful, because Teru has to realize how his parents don't actually care for him and despite how hard Reigen tries to don't get him too involved, his presence is required.
Teru deals with it refusing to acknowledge the issue and overcompensating with a happy facade. But at 3 am when all his defenses are low, sitting beside Reigen, both with insomnia and half eaten cereal, he ask him how he's feeling in such a caring and non invasive way that everything crumbles and talks about the loneliness, the anger, the emptiness and abandonment issues. He keeps going because despite feeling the most vulnerable is his life when he looks at Reigen's face there is no pity nor confusion, there's empathy and honest worry with a bit of controlled rage that he knows isn't toward him but his parents.
When Reigen decides to hug him, he can't hold it anymore and cries to sleep.
The next morning Reigen's back is killing him for sleeping sitting in the couch but swears the pain vanished the instant he hears Teru casually call him dad.
They don't change Teru's last name. Teru says is because Reigen Teruki sounds horrible. Reigen agrees: "Sure, don't see the point if it's going to change in some years, and Kageyama Teruki sounds way be- "
You have to stop when your 15 year old son is literally in flames and a face so red you aren't sure he's breathing
They tease each other a lot, from crushes to the shame of being the Mario Kart loser
HEAR ME OUT, BOTH FASHION DISASTERS! Teru would be going out with seven different patterns and Reigen would be like "are you going out like this? Really? Your game is weak kid" while putting something atrocious
They are poor as fuck (well lower middle class) but Reigen always makes sure Teru has fresh veggies and fruits because he's a growing boy
They don't eat broccoli tho
Ok, I have more of this but gotta stop since this is getting long.
#mp100#mob psycho 100#give teru one (1) dad#dad reigen#ask#i mean nobody asked me for headcanons but i have feelings#please ask me about dad reigen and his family married and with 3 kids#also this ask is super old but i was in the peak of my depression so i wanted to keep looking at it for longer
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Jason & Bo with an s/o who’s on SSRI antidepressants please? It’s my first week on them, I vomited once, other than that I’m super super sleepy and have energy, also love to show affection - pats & hugs! <3
Thank you for response <3 love ya, stay hydrated and eat <333
Proud of ya bud!! Thanks for the reminder and kind words<3 love you too:))
Jason and Bo with S/O who takes anti-depressants
Bo Sinclair
He had noticed the sudden appearance of a orange pill bottle on your nightstand. You rested peacefully on your side of the bed. Still in his boxers and a fresh shirt, he bent down, his knees popping with a wince. Slowly, he peaked over at your soft features as he reached for the bottle.
He let his face relax with a soft grin, his attention back on the orange bottle as he read the foreign name.
“Anti-depressants huh… I should probably try these out.” He just scoffed at himself, placing them back down to their original position as he continued getting ready. The bottle had seemed a little empty, letting him know you had been taking them.
He smiled to himself as the black crew neck shirt squeezed his head through; he was proud to say the least.
Still, there were times when he would treat you like one of the visitors, being all flirty then aggressive the next. It was confusing and distressing, not helping with the overwhelming emotion paired with your new medication.
It was a sick feeling, nauseous as you tried to wipe down the counter and table after dinner. You couldn’t stop it, a burp came then you were leaning over the sink emptying whatever had been eaten before.
The distraction worked for your mind but not your body, your stomach cramping as you tried to wipe your hair from your eyes and mouth.
You remembered being taught to keep your neck straight as you threw up, it helped with breathing. Deep breaths were taken with cough, swallowing the primal panic and controlling yourself. The tears swelled around your eyes, dampening your eyelids as you squeezed them shut.
Bo had just watched, eyebrows furrowing more as he just paused. His hands dropped from where he was waving them around, observing you but from a distance. He’s thee up plenty of times int he sink, but he never got over the smell.
Wiping your mouth with the other side of the rag, you stood up with a shaky breath. No words were spoken when he came over to pinch the fabric from your hand as he guided you to the couch. With a cup of water and a blanket from the chair, he said no more that night or the next day.
He’s taken note of how you talk more paired with lots of naps. He’s caught you talking your head off while works around to shop, putting things up on the racks in various spots.
In the middle of placing an old screwdriver in a cardboard box, he slowed down tilting his head as he relished in the quiet. He leaned back, checking on you from the aisle straight across from the counter. You had your head laid down on your crossed arms, slow breathing and not a sound.
He shook his head, a small smile on his face as he continued his job. This had happened more than once, yet he was happy to hear you open up more and joke around.
He also loves the way you shuffle over to him, crashing your head on his chest without moving anything. He sighs and takes this as a sign to hold you for a few minutes before sleep takes over.
Bo likes how you bring him lunch twice a day now, always saying you had just made extra from the day before. Def wasn’t complaining about more food you managed to cook.
He’s the type to ask if you’ve taken all you need when the day comes to an end, kinda like a last minute reminder. Sometimes he’ll forget, gently shaking you awake. You simply nod if you remembered and he leaves you be. If you haven’t, he sighs, getting out of bed and trudging to the kitchen to get a cup of water for you. He cares even if it’s late.
Jason Voorhees
He’s doesn’t know much about your medication, but he knows your emotions play along with it. Based on this, he’s very strict about it since he wants you to feel like yourself.
He’s very strict with it. He needs to make you a schedule that’s satisfies you and your needs. Totally cooks you a meal his mother had made so you can eat before you take the medication. Always on time too, it’s like he can sense when it’s time for you to take them.
A few days in, Jason and you diligently cleaned around the cabin, your weekly routine. It never truly got messy, unless one of you cooked or had a special occasion, so it was fairly easy.
As a treat to yourselves, a walk out the lake was always good. Hand in hand, you both took your time to arrive there, basing in the sun and warmth from the love. It was quiet exempt the birds and wildlife, but you could feel sweat forming on your lower back.
First it was a small burp, you quickly let go of Jason’s hand to step to the side of the trail. You wrenched over, heaving a little before eventually throwing up. He was just as quick the wrap a careful arm around your shoulders, the other hand pulling your hair away from your face.
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, eyes a little wet and your breathing faster. It was unexpected but the last time you had done it. Jason had kept an eye on you the whole time; when you undressed to get in the water, when you got dressed and sat on the deck, hell even waiting for you to call to him when you excused yourself.
More cuddles were always welcome to him, especially the times where you would simply take his hand to the couch to hold him. Himself between your legs as his head lay against your stomach. Arms scratched down his back and on his shoulders, drowning him in your sweet warmth and kindness.
Every time he finds you forcing yourself to stay awake, he only signs that it’s okay to take a nap. He wants you to feel good, even if your almost always tired. Might even take naps with you if he has time. Even the special ones out in the field at the dead of night. Those are the special ones to him, it lets Jason know you trust him enough to protect in your most vulnerable state.
Then there are the days where you’re so talkative, it almost deters from your previous death like slumber. That was the day he learned about the entirety of your favorite show and how you have an attachment to your favorite characters. Of course, he asks questions, trying to squeeze as much socialization as he can out of you.
He’ll sit you down, turning his whole body to you as he simply listens. Loves when you talk with your hands, showing the most emotions when your staring off and simply: talking. He loves it so much, just as he loves you.
#bo sinclair#slashers#house of wax#slasher#x reader#fan fiction#slasher x reader#bo sinclair x reader#jason voorhees#jason voorhees x reader#friday the 13th#jason voorhees headcanons#bo sinclair headcanons
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just finished reading midnight sun for the second time and here are my thoughts no one asked for:
(warning: spoilers obviously but this is also stupid long bc I don’t know how to shut up)
am I an edward cullen stan?
yes
do I want to be?
no
he is insufferable
tanya funding edward submerged in a snow bank just sulking
apparently vampires can move so fast they don’t leave any footprints in the snow???
physics smeyer??
but does this mean they could walk on water?
also eddie, buddy, you aren’t hades
you are just depressed and repressed and horny
and bella is not persephone, she hates greenery and her favorite color is brown
speaking of bella being persephone: she was simply eating mushroom ravioli
not condemning herself to the underworld
literally take a deep breath and calm down
also it’s not super cool of you, edward, to throw rosalie’s revenge on her attackers back at her
I truly wish she would have burned edward’s car just for the remark he made
also are we just going to gloss over the blatant favoritism that carlisle and esme show towards edward???
like come on
i know you’ve known him the longest but he’s been sulking around for literal decades and thats who you pick to be your fave??? when literally anyone else exists??
@alice and jasper: y’all need a dog??? i can bark
i’ll never forgive smeyer for making jasper a confederate soldier. never.
emmett my man, he’s just happy to be here
emmett might be our resident himbo but carlisle doesn’t have a thought behind his eyes and I stand by that
no I won’t elaborate
edward debating the entire book if bella is mentally stable
carlisle calling up billy and being like “lol we’re back hehe”
so um does bella not have a screen on her window??
I don’t think she does but if that’s the case then why the fuck doesn’t edward worry about her falling out the window?
he literally is worried about a meteorite crashing through her room during the night but not about her screen-less window
also not him justifying being a stalker with “well my family commits tax fraud on the daily so it’s fine”
and him bringing wd40 to oil the window
“it was enlightening and alluring to watch her in her element” babes she’s making a bowl of cheerios
I can’t stand him
the way eddie is convinced bella thinks he’s repulsive and disgusting
sir
I would live and die for charlie swan
and that’s all I will say on that
carlisle sending edward out for a night on the town so he can set up a christmas tree for him!!!!
emmett and jasper’s huge and elaborate game of chess
alice helping jasper cheat
jasper and emmett not letting edward play so he sulks around like a child
show me more of that smeyer
oh oh oh edward and alice’s relationship
honestly, it’s precious
that’s what I want to see
edward categorizing all the insects in the meadow and the surrounding area to calm his horny ass is peak comedy
very mormon of you smeyer
I knew edward was a car boy
reluctant but aware
however, I still hate it
edward being obsessed with cars: kinda cute bc he really is obsessed but also mainly nauseating
rosalie being obsessed with cars: simply sexy
the way smeyer just elaborates on things after the fact
like just completely neglected jaspers power the entire saga and so in ms she’s like “oops maybe I should talk about that”
and i’m glad she did bc!!! it’s so cool
i’ve always loved what jasper could do but it’s actually super complex and cool and I love him
him using his power to protect bella during the baseball scene from james
emmett and jasper being edward’s side mirrors is peak entertainment
edward making carlisle text babysitting instructions to alice
but also edward mansplaining how much water bella needs to carlisle as if he’s not an actual doctor
also real quick
the amount of malpractice in this damn book
‼️carlisle‼️drugged‼️and‼️left‼️a‼️soccer‼️mom‼️on‼️the‼️side‼️of‼️a‼️phoenix‼️freeway‼️
just left her stranded in the heat
I hate it here
emmett throwing the gaudy stolen car into oncoming traffic was my favorite part
however
aren’t you guys suppose to even vaguely pass as human???
besties
hate to break it to you
but that doesn’t cut it
it would hit me at random times that edward is literally 17 years old
someone tell me why they let the 17 year old orchestrate the car chase????
also edward wasting time trying to pick out which car he likes the best for said car chase and alice is like bitch ur gf is dying we gotta go
anyway someone tell me why edward sucking the venom out of the bite on bella’s hand is synonymous with the mental image of someone putting their head and open mouth under a soda fountain??
edward saying “but i’m a vampire!!” never fails to make me laugh
like babes we know
also you mean to tell me that jasper was in the dance studio with all of bella’s blood and a car with bella bleeding and her blood all over her and edward and carlisle and he never once thought of reacting (if he would have, edward definitely would have said something) but it was a little paper cut in new moon that did it for him????
I don’t buy it
alice wearing an oversized sweatshirt and smeyer calling it avant-garde
an oversized sweatshirt AND jaspers huge watch
that’s not avant-garde bestie
alice having so much fun orchestrating and staging the supposed accident at the hotel
I love her
renee is insufferable
get her out of here
i will say that the way edward describes peoples minds is really cool
like how charlie’s is quiet and low and jacob’s is bright and warm and content
that’s sweet I like that
there’s so much more I could say but this has gone on for too long
will say that it is shitty of eddie to have seen the vision of bella catatonic in new moon and still made the decision to leave her eventually
my final thoughts: edward, do better
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Corpse Infested
Corpse Husband & Reader (Gender Neutral)
Warnings: Mentions of dysfunctional family, Family problems, Swearing
Genre: Humor, Comfort, Platonic fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: When your friend disappears for a long time, seemingly having lost interest in what fueled the most passionate fire in their life, you cannot not worry about them. Even if you wanna give them space, you will reach out, you will offer your help. You will tell them they always have you to rely on and talk to.
Requested by Anon. Hi dear! I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request, but here it finally is! Hope you come across it and if you do I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤
For me, it’s never hard to find things to do. I’ve constantly got things on my mind and tasks to tend to, keeping me occupied and my mind focused at all times. I think that comes with living in a home as dysfunctional as this one. I honestly can’t recall a time when my parents got along nor can I think of a time where there was at least one second of peace while the two are both present in the house. It’s always a warzone up there. I’m saying up there because I tend to live out of the basement of their home. I know living in your parents’ basement is considered a peak loser point, or the bottom of the bottom, but you’d have to believe me when I say - I wasn’t always like this. In fact, I only recently came back to this hell-hole and boy do I regret it. I mean, it was a decision forced upon me by circumstances. Trust me, I tried every other option there was. When my dorm was to be closed down and demolished, we were given a notice to start planning our next move about a month early. You can bet I immediately started looking at places but my very tragic and miserable budget didn’t allow such a purchase. No rent was adequate for me and my near-empty wallet so my second option was moving in with my best friend who was also not in the greatest of situations but I thought I’d give that a shot too.
Spoiler alert: it didn’t work out. She lived in a tiny apartment with her boyfriend and his best friend at the time, so four people in one apartment was a nightmare. Still a lesser nightmare than this one but a nightmare nonetheless. Some unwanted and downright traumatizing events chased me out of that place after barely managing to pack my stuff. Therefore, finding myself on the streets again, I had no other option other than the obvious and least liked one: moving back in with my parents.
Making money during my first year of college hasn’t been easy. Working two jobs at once and also streaming video games on the side was what my time was filled with all throughout the first semester but then this damn pandemic started and now ruined everything for me. I had things going for me, I was slowly getting my life together and now it has all fallen apart yet again. The places I worked at closed down due to quarantine and I haven’t been able to steam, not only cause I’d be the victim of my parents’ comments but also cause my terrible home life would be exposed to all my fans and viewers. It’s not like I could cancel out the commotion going on right above my head, it’s a livestream and this house’s walls are cardboard thin meaning all the arguing I hear almost 24/7 will serve as background noise for my streams.
I haven’t reached out to my friends or fans to inform them of this which I feel slightly guilty about but I’m really not looking forward to having to lie to them, just as much as I’m not looking forward to having to tell them the truth so instead I’ve picked silence which is probably either worrying them or driving them insane. Either way, I’ll make my comeback soon.
Well....not very soon by the looks of it...
I have to gather the money, then I have to find a place, then comes the packing, moving out of here, moving into the new place...oh God, there’s so much to it that I don’t even wanna think about. Just that thought that I’ll be inactive for that long makes my stomach turn.
Streaming’s where I’ve been channeling all my negative emotions, turning them into something positive and entertaining with the help of my friends.
Speaking of my friends, I should probably put emphasis on how amazing they are. Basically the older siblings I’ve always wished I had. I’m the baby of the group, the eighteen year old freshman in college, powering through life the best they can cause they are constantly getting tripped up by inconvenient occurrences such as this one for example. I tend to have the gang poke fun at me quite frequently - all lighthearted and with good intentions obviously - but they are also the ones to get super defensive if anyone gets the balls to talk shit about me. They’d never allow me to be the victim of any smack talk or online rumors and ‘cancel culture’ or whatever the hell people will come up with to leave others restless and wondering if they did something shady a decade ago. Well, to be fair, I didn’t even know about the concept of social media a decade ago and I’ve never been one to post much but I still have a protection squad in case anyone decides to come after me.
Little do they know the people I need protecting from are the very people that are supposed to protect me - my parents. Luckily, they don’t venture into to basement very often if at all and I have my own exit to the outside world so I don’t have to run into them unless I absolutely have to. The only time I emerge to the surface of the house - aka the ground floor - I do so to leave my share of rent money on the dining table and I usually do it when they aren’t home or when they’re asleep - that happens often with how many bottles they each knock back on the daily.
*sigh*...at least I don’t have to talk to them, right?
Anyhow, remember how I mentioned I always have things to do? Well, right now I’ve tasked myself with rifling through the large boxes containing random stuff I found in one of the basements down here to see if there’s anything I could possibly sell online. For starters, I’d like to hope there aren’t any severed body parts in here because this was one shady-ass basement before I moved in and un-creeped it a bit so I wouldn’t have to become an insomniac due to the paranoia of there being a homeless person down here with me or some paranormal entity. Regardless, old basements tend to be, apart from haunted, also filled with junk no one would find valuable despite it actually being worth something after all. That’s basically what I’m hoping to find at the moment.
As I dig through the contents of the first box, the YouTube playlist I have put on on my phone cuts off causing me to furrow my brows in confusion for a second before my ringtone pierces the silence the lack of music created.
I quickly mute the ringing and take a look at the Caller ID to see a name I never thought would pop up on my screen as an incoming call - Corpse. I, as well as many of our friends, know that he’s not the biggest fan of talking to people on the phone so this is rather surprising. Still, I pick up the call in case it’s not a mistake and an odd chance that it’s somethin urgent cause Lord knows Corpse doesn’t call people willy-nilly.
Thank God it’s quiet up there at the moment.
“Hello?“ I try my best to cover up the confusion in my voice but I can only assume I didn’t do the best job considering Corpse replies with a slightly awkward chuckle.
“Surprised you, didn’t I?“ He asks, getting my cheeks to redden a bit, “You can’t blame a guy for calling after up and disappearing on him and on the whole internet. Where’ve you been?“
I open my mouth to respond when I hear the sound of glass breaking a shouted curse from upstairs.
Oh for fuck’s sake!
“Um...you know, places?“ I’m aware the answer isn’t only nonsensical but also sounds more like a question, but I can hardly focus on that right now. I’m too buys praying to an entity I don’t fully believe in for the situation above to not escalate.
“Uh, is everything ok over there? Where even are you right now?“ The teasing tone to his voice is all but gone at this point, replaced with deep concern, having obviously heard the commotion that did the exact opposite of what I prayed for - escalated.
“Y-yeah, it’s ok. It’s just another Thursday, you know.“ I attempt a small laugh but it’s blatantly miserable, “I moved back in with my parents when they announced the quarantine so that’s where I’m at now. They’re not the quietest of folks as you can tell so...“
“I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I HOPE YOU DIE“
Oh crap, here we go.
“...So I can’t really stream a lot...or at all.“ I mutter, cringing with all my might, “But it’s only temporary! I’ll get back in the saddle as soon as I find another place to stay.“ I don’t dare mention how long that’s gonna take me, it’ll be too disappointing and depressing for the both of us. “So yeah...um...thanks for showing concern but there’s really nothing to worry about. I’m ok, everything’s ok, things are just...a bit off the rails, but I’ll fix em no problem. Like I always do!“ I attempt to sound as cheerful as possible with little success due to the overwhelming anger I feel towards those people upstairs and the gut-wrenching nostalgia for the world of streaming I can no longer be a part of because of them. Actually, I put the blame first on the pandemic and second on my parents - if it wasn’t for Covid I’d probably still be in my dorm!
“Hey...um, I think I know an affordable place where you can take up residence. Only if you want to, of course.“ He sounds hesitant but I easily overlook that as excitement bursts throughout my entire being at the sound if an escape being offered to me just like that. Had I known I’d find the solution to my problem in the very people I spent time avoiding because I was afraid of their pity, sympathy and judgement.
“Oh please, it could be a rat and roach infested shoe box and I’d go running to it. How much is rent?“ I ask through a gasp of hurried laughter that’s a result of my inability to contain said excitement. Listen, I’ve been sitting here in Hellsburg for three months now and haven’t gotten a proper shuteye during that whole period, whatever Corpse is offering has to be better than this misery.
“Rent can be discussed once you move in...“ He trails off, “And it’s not rat nor roach infested but there’s a slight issue...“
“Which is?“ I’m honestly expecting the worst: in a bad neighborhood; faulty wiring with a high chance of being electrocuted; faulty piping with a high chance of flooding; people have died there; things get randomly moved around in the middle of the night etc. However, I don’t voice any of them to avoid getting laughed at for my wild imagination.
“Well, uh, it’s corpse infested.“ He says a little awkwardly, causing me to let out an inaudible sigh.
So my ‘people have died there’ guess was on point, huh?
“People have died there, huh? Well, I can turn a blind eye to that as long as I don’t find their bodies in the closet or meet their spirits at 3AM.“ I attempt to joke, now second-guessing my eagerness to accept the offer.
Corpse bursts out laughing his ass off at my statement, getting me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion and wonder what I said was so funny - it was a poor attempt at a joke, it in no way deserves that sort of reaction, barely a chuckle in my opinion.
“You’re golden, Y/N, I swear.“ He says once he forces the laughter to subside, “I meant corpse infested as in Corpse Husband infested.“ He breaks out in another fit as my brain slowly starts connecting the dots.
Oooohh he’s asking me to go live with him
“Wait. Wait, wait, wait, hold up for a sec. Are you aware of what you’re offering me? I mean, we’ve never met IRL, you barely know me and....and for all you know I could be the serial killer in this situation!“ I have no idea why I’m pushing my luck, don’t ask. I just don’t want him to make a decision he’ll later regret, I guess. “Like, I could kill you in your sleep!“
“Would you?“ He asks confidently, silently stating he already knows the answer.
I roll my eyes, “Of course not! But...” He cuts me off.
“Great, the offer stands on my end. I’m not a noisy nor nosey roommate so I suggest you start packing. If you choose to live in that hell-hole over living with me, I’m sorry but I’ll be hella offended, just so you know.“
Corpse sounds like he’s about to hang up on me, a decision already made, so I hurry to stop him. “Wait! What about rent?”
“Fuck the rent, pack your bags.“ And just like that, despite my efforts, he hangs up on me.
Well...this is a chance of a lifetime that I know refusing would lead me to not only remain stuck here but also put me in the hugest loser bin. There’s also the fear of being Corpse’s burden which I’ll try my best not to be - I mean, I’m a super independent person and Lord knows that if this offer came any other time or from any other person, I would’ve declined asap, no discussion.
But streaming
But sleeping properly
But having a normal life again
Yeah those are most certainly the reasons I get up and go into the closet in search on my emptied suitcase. Time to fill it up again, I guess. This time with a smile on my face and excitement fueling each and every movement of mine.
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What are your favorite Lumity headcanons? Show predictions?
Hey anon! I feel terrible for leaving this ask in my box for so long but this was a tough ask for me to think of a proper response to.
Luz and Amity are my favorite toh characters, and their relationship has truly healed my inner child (LGBT+ media growing up dealt in a lot of queer pain which was quite honestly depressing as hell).
For this ask, I'll be including my individual headcanons for them too. To make things easier for myself, I'll just do bullet points lol.
Luz:
Short haired forever. I cannot imagine her with long hair at all, sorry not sorry it always looks bad don't @ me.
Writes fanfic (because duh)
Teaches glyph magic/becomes a novelist when she graduates Hexside. I think her teaching Eda and Lilith alludes to #1 and her episode with King from s1 alludes to #2
Her palisman is a bat! We've seen several hints about it in the show, and at first I was a bit disappointed cause I wanted it to be a bird (which is a Clawthorne thing) but they're definitely reserving that connection for Hunter
Luz gets her creativity/love for fantasy from her dad, which Camila supports wholeheartedly
This isn't so much a head canon as it is a fact. She's an introvert and if you don't agree read this and this. 💅🏽
Prefers slip-ons to laces cause she's always moving/running to the next thing
Morning person. She's the first one out of bed and makes Eda and King breakfast while they sleep in. As Eda becomes more maternal, she starts waking up earlier to help out.
After her struggle to carry Amity to the nurse's office in WILW she resolved to work out and gain some muscle, though she couldn't quite figure out why...
Never much of a jock, until she started running for her life in the Boiling Isles nonstop all summer
Becomes Vee's sister, and Vee takes the bottom bunk of her room while Luz gets the top bunk. (I think one thing that could happen in the show is that Camila requires Luz to sleep at home in Earth but spend her days in the Isles while Vee lives at their home and goes to human school full-time til they both graduate high school).
Tells Gus how it's possible to dig to China as a joke, he takes it seriously and causes a tunnel collapse that Willow has to save him from.
Burns her eyebrows off using a fire glyph at some point, and Amity draws them for her until they grow back
Amity:
I love love love fanart of Amity with short hair when she's older!!! Similar to Luz, I don't think a female character growing older equates with them growing out their hair!!! Short hair is also lighter and I think Amity would like to have less weight on her shoulders.
Develops a really sweet friendship with Gus!!! They're both nerds, they would totally be study buds for exams and investigate human realm stuff together.
Works in the library when she graduates Hexside. It's pretty clear that it's a special place for her, and she loves literature. In another life, she would've been a bard.
I have an entirely removed head canon of her relationship with her palisman Ghost just because I'm super annoyed we got zero explanation for how she got them. So I wrote a fic here that elaborates on it. Long story short: they hate each other at first and it's fucking hilarious.
Since Edric needs glasses and doesn't wear them, I think she'll eventually need them when she gets older (peak librarian vibes).
NOT a morning person. Night owl 100%
Returns to playing grudgby at some point, though not without setting boundaries with her old friend group first (it's clear she loved the sport a lot as a kid, and I think it'd be a cool full circle moment to play it again)
She inspires Edric and Emira to stand up to their parents
She returns to Lake Lacuna with Willow for some friendship reconciliation/bonding. They have a sparring session in which Willow kicks her ass while Luz and Gus cheer them on.
Lumity:
They have Azura book clubs!!! Every week. At the Owl House and in Amity's secret room, depending on whatever's more convenient. (Exchanging theories, rereading the books, drawing fanart, watching the movies, etc.)
They co-author a fanfic at some point.
They're both awkward as hell around each other because they're nerds with no relationship experience. Over time they develop a more casual dynamic and both of them are able to fluster each other equally.
Both of them can dance, but Luz has self-esteem issues about messing up the steps from her time in the human realm so Amity leads until eventually Luz overcomes them.
First date: something dorky/nerdy. An Azura book club, going book shopping, doing research, etc. The more romantic stuff is reserved for anniversaries and birthdays.
Amity paints Luz's nails
Luz notices that Amity is touch-starved and gives her a lot of a physical affection (hand holds, hugs, cuddles, etc.)
Amity learns Spanish and is able to hold conversation with Luz and Camila after a couple of years of practice (she makes a pact to learn with Gus and together they pore over Spanish workbooks)
They're around the same height for most of their youth, but Luz ends up being a couple of inches taller than Amity, much to her chagrin.
When they're older, they get married and live in the Boiling Isles (taking periodic visits to the human realm to visit Camila).
They decide to have children cause both of them adore kids
Luz carries the kid, and Amity is super protective over them.
Amity is always the big spoon and Luz loves it.
Amity was the one who technically asked Luz out first, so I think Luz would be the one to propose.
Instead of wedding rings, they get necklaces (Amity wears a sun and Luz wears a moon)
Thanks for the ask!!!! <3 Love receiving them :)
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I think tumblr ate my ask or it just didn't sent but what are your favorite Bastille songs / what are some songs you recommend?
i did NOT get this ask im very sorry anon.
it's genuinely hard for me to narrow down cause bastille is pretty up there in terms of favorite artists. i love all their shit, but a special mention goes out to their second studio album wild world since it's the one that made me a Fan
uh so here's a primer i guess i spent too much time on this lmao.
if you wanna listen to their big hits:
flaws - their first single in the uk. if you ever listened to ship playlists on 8tracks in like 2013-2015 then you've probably heard this song or a variant on it at some point.
pompeii - this is the song that really put them on the map and you definitely know it. it dominated the charts all over the place.
happier - the marshmello song that you've definitely heard before too. i think bastille wrote this for justin bieber or some shit but then decided they liked it too much to give it to him? lmao. anyway if you're not digging the version you hear on the radio all the time i recommend trying the stripped down version
good grief - their big hit off their second album. big in the uk, didn't really make as many waves elsewhere, but it's a really solid song anyway. one of those "upbeat tunes that's actually really fucking sad" ones
things we lost in the fire - another one off their first album. if you live in a wildfire area this might not be one to turn to. or maybe you'll find it cathartic idk i certainly do!!
quarter past midnight - a song about escapism, as was fitting when it was released in 2018 and equally fitting now. running away for a night of fucking around with friends, craving any kind of brief departure from the chaos of the modern world
skulls - this one was not a hit or a single and is technically a bonus track but i'm including it because once again if you ever clicked on a ship playlist on 8tracks in like 2013-2015 you've heard this one. and you know what that was justified this one is also good
if you wanna feel existentially depressed:
their whole discography. i mean i kid but i also don't. that's just kind of how bastille does it. BUT IN ALL SERIOUSNESS ones that hit me in particular would beeee
two evils - kind of a grim, haunting one introspecting about morality of the self.
oblivion - musing about the afterlife, love, and how time changes all of us.
those nights - contemplating what it is we seek when we plunge into reckless escapism, and the inherent loneliness of it; how even when surrounded by people there's still the pressure of the world outside, continuously coming to pieces
the draw - this one was written about the pull of pursuing a career in music vs. staying home with family and friends. in a broader sense, it can apply to a lot of things. i always felt it resonated with feelings of paranoia and displacement
winter of our youth - discusses childhood, nostalgia, and regret. if it feels like everything's slipping away, is it easier to relive the past, especially if the past is tinted rose?
sleepsong - loneliness, desperation, and the cyclical, abyss-like nature of all it encapsulates
if you want discussion of serious topics:
final hour - a bonus track off their second album that also became a bonus track off their third album? anyway this song talks about climate change and gun control. happy stuff
doom days - this one talks about, uh, everything! doomscrolling, political divides, escalating national tensions, climate change again, etc.
the currents - a song centered on political rhetoric and the power that figureheads have over the masses, the way they can orchestrate hate. basically it's not so subtly aimed at donald trump lmao, dan's literally sung it as much in a few live settings
WHAT YOU GONNA DO??? - social media addiction and the way capitalism and corporate interests have annexed our online experiences, fighting desperately for our attention as they seek to monetize every available aspect of our lives
four walls (the ballad of perry smith) - well this one is about uh. perry smith. who was charged with the death penalty for killing 4 people in the late 50's. but it's less directly about him and more a discussion of the morality of the death penalty and capital punishment
snakes - burgeoning anxieties and the impulse to turn to easy outs, like ignorance or alcoholism, to escape the world's global problems
if you want some pop culture sprinkled on top:
icarus - greek mythology. i like this one because it addresses something that i feel isn't addressed enough in discussions of this myth, which is that icarus is a very young lad. less about the pride of the fall, and more about the inherent tragedy of that.
laura palmer - the whole song is a david lynch shoutout. i've never seen twin peaks myself but the song still slaps.
daniel in the den - christian mythology. discusses the biblical tale of daniel in the lion's den and links that up to themes of betrayal and family.
poet - this one's a double feature, referencing both william shakespeare's sonnet 18 and edmund spencer's sonnet 75. also one of my favorites.
send them off! - this is another one of my favorites of theirs. it's also been described by dan as "othello meets the exorcist" and it very much delivers there
if you want something uplifting:
joy - while bastille (understandably) has a bit of reputation as a band that makes sad music about sad things, they've definitely got some happier songs in their catalogue. pun intended cha ching. this one's one of their more straightforwardly happy tunes
survivin' - this was a song they wrote while they were touring and then felt weird about releasing once the panini hit because it felt a bit on the nose. they ended up releasing it anyway and i am so glad they did cause it's a mood
act of kindness - the "happy" part here is debatable but i'm gonna include it anyway. it’s when someone does something nice for you and that impulse Changes you way down deep you know???
warmth - one of those "the world's going to shit but at least we have each other" kinds of tunes
the anchor - one of those "the world's going to shit but you're the one fucking thing that's still keeping me here" kinds of tunes
give me the future - their latest single as of this writing and one of the more optimistic tracks in their catalogue imo! it's yearning, but it's also with a genuine hope for the future.
and LASTLY. because im going to take every chance i can to plug this band. im going to throw some collabs and covers at you because there's one thing this band does SUPER well and it's collabs and covers.
of the night - this is the big one. it mashes up rhythm of the night by corona and rhythm is a dancer by SNAP! and it's so good they still do this one live and it goes off every time.
no angels - a mashup of "no scrubs" by TLC and "angels" by the xx, poured into a strangely mournful tune with clips from the hitchcock movie psycho. doesn't sound like it should work but it does. kinda really does.
torn apart - with GRADES and lizzo no less!!! it's got two parts but they're both excellent listen to them both
weapon - collab with angel haze, dan priddy, and F*U*G*Z and one of my absolute favorites
remains - remix of their song "skulls" but featuring rag'n'bone man and skunk anansie that adds an entire new dimension to the song, really fucking excellent
old town road mashup - lil nas x's old town road meets lizzo's good as hell meets radiohead's talk show host meets talking heads' road to nowhere meets the osmond's crazy horse. "what the fuck that shouldn't work" i KNOW and yet here it is!! BLATANTLY BANGING!!!
we can't stop - one of the few times dan smith subtly changes the lyrics of the song he's covering (most of the time he opts to keep the original pronouns and the like, which is very nice to see). anyway this one mixes miley cyrus's we can't stop with eminem's lose yourself and billy ray cyrus's achy breaky heart. and also the lion king's i just can't wait to be king is there. yes i know it sounds batshit especially because the whole thing is surprisingly melodic and heartfelt and you know what it works.
anyone but me x nightmares - mashing up joy crookes' anyone but me with easy life's nightmares and absolutely one of my favorites.
bad guy mashup - how many songs can they include with the word "bad" in the title? we've got bad guy (billie eilish), bad decisions (bastille), bad romance (lady gaga), and bad blood (taylor swift). bastille even has a song called bad blood and they didnt use it. they used taylor swift's version. also the distinctive guitar riff from dick dale's misirlou is there.
somebody mashup - how many songs can they include with the word "some" in the title? someone like you (adele), somebody told me (the killers), somebody to love (queen), use somebody (kings of leon), and someone you loved (lewis capaldi). seriously these guys take mashups to a new level.
final song - this is a cover of MØ's final song. it also adds in craig david's 7 days and, impossibly enough, europe's final countdown. how does it work. how.
ALL RIGHT. THATS ALL IVE GOT IN ME. HOPE THIS HELPED ANON AND IM SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH
#askin hours#anon#bastille#ill put this in the bastille tag why not#this is predominantly a fall out boy blog but if any bastille bloggers are out there....all like 20 of you....#i see the work u do in this fandom and i love u for it
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2021 Harry Potter Fanfic Primer
im here to point fingers at the incredible authors that have enabled my new interest in HP content. im still conflicted and upset about it, tbh, but for now we’re leaning into the curve. we’re getting out our shovel and finding out just how deep we can make the hole we’re in. hand in unlovable hand my beloved <3. anyway, these fics are wonderful, their authors are wonderful, and you should go read their stuff. if there’s a star next to it that means im losing my mind over it and always will be.
Creatively Maladjusted, by elumish on AO3, 101k (they also have a wonderful writing advice blog on tumblr, @elumish, which I recommend following if you are a writer)
A very excellent re-telling of harry’s first year at hogwarts if he were sorted into Slytherin, plus some more not!fic or piecemeal re-tellings of his second and part of his third year. Harry, in this, has a slightly different trauma response to growing up with the Dursley’s. He’s a bit quieter, and the signs are a bit more obvious to the people around him, and I enjoyed that immensely.
Honestly, if you’re going to get sucked into something you have absolutely no business getting sucked into, elumish is the way to go, their fic is incredible. their teen wolf fic is also immaculate, if you’re so inclined.
Dissonance, by ImpishTubist on AO3, 2.5k (@impishtubist on tumblr)
Set during fifth year. Oblivious!Harry has always been a delightful trope when well executed, and this is well executed. Plus, some angst between Remus and Harry over what Umbridge has been doing to him.
I would certainly recommend a lot of ImpishTubist’s other hp work on AO3, like Lacuna.
blow us all away, by rexcorvidae on AO3, 23k (@rexcorvidae on tumblr)
In progress (like, updated last week in progress). Currently in the beginning of Harry’s first year. Fem!Harry, Indian!Harry. Hagrid puts Harry in touch with Remus when she has questions about her parents, and they become reluctant, traumatized, angst-ridden pen pals who keep missing each other’s true intentions like ships in the night. hot DAMN do I love this fic. there’s hints of the way the dursley’s treat Harry peaking through in her letters, and I appreciated the attention to “hmm, her experience as a girl of indian descent in britain under the thumb of a bunch of white people who like being Normal may not have been gucci”
Definitely comb through the rest of their HP fic, too, I may or may not have gone feral over it.
Where the Heart is, by silver_fish on AO3, 15k (@kohakhearts on tumblr)
Woof. This one said, “hey, harry was probably SUPER depressed in the summer after fifth year. like, clinically. maybe someone should do something about that.” Fuck yeah. Then this one said, “that someone was Snape.” You all know my opinions on Snape; generally, Bad. But damn if this fic didn’t wholly convince me by the end of it. I thought it was a very realistic way for Snape to start seeing Harry as a person all on his own, and not a proxy for Snape’s angst over James and Lily, respectively. The angst is wonderful, the ending is even more so.
*bernie sanders voice* I am once again asking you to read through the rest of the author’s HP fic. a lot of them have similar themes; there’s actually a great one with Molly that i’m not reccing here, Wonder.
☆Bindings, Bindings, by Quietlemonhush on AO3, 60k (@quietlemonhush on tumblr)
WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS TO YOU HOW MUCH I ENJOYED/AM ENJOYING THIS. If I had to pick a single fic and say “you, it’s your fault I’m stuck here,” it would be this one. Anyway Lily in the afterlife is So Very Angry about how Petunia is treating Harry, and how Sirius is rotting in Azkaban, and how Remus is alone, that she literally brings herself back to life and drags James and Regulus with her. All three of them are there to chew bubblegum and fix everything that went wrong after they died—and would you look at that, they’re all out of bubblegum! There’s only Fury left. That inciting premise is very crack, but every moment after that is very much not crack. Lily and James love harry more than anything, the way a child should be loved; James and Sirius have the epic friendship of a lifetime; Sirius and Remus have staggering amounts of resolved sexual tension and take turns keeping each other in check; Regulus, though he realized that Voldemort and his family were shit before he died, is still unlearning all his racist bullshit and, also, years of trauma. Actually, they’re all traumatized, but hey: now they have one another again and not a damn one of them seems inclined to let go anytime soon. Quietlemonhush went, “hey, HP has a lot of Awful people in it, and a lot of Righteous people in it, and many of them are Very, Very Powerful; also, love is the most powerful force in the universe” and i said “hell yes tell me more right now.” And then they did!
Quietlemonhush writes Sirius/Remus in a way that makes it sooo much fun to devour, so the rest of their HP fic is most certainly worth a look, if that’s your thing.
Rebuilding, by Colubrina on AO3, 113k (@colubrina on tumblr)
Hermione/Draco (*shrug emojis into the abyss* yeah, yeah, like none of us have ever been there before). Takes place during Hogwarts 8th year, and while the beginning is, IMO, a little unfair to Ron, it gets much better. Tells the story of Hermione and Draco clearing the air, learning to like each other, having some hormones over each other, and then falling in love. Also tells the story of Hermione and Theo Nott becoming friends; the story of how every single 7th and 8th year student is fucked to hell by the war and the Carrows; the story of how they start an emotional support group about it and all become friends; and the story of, what the hell do you do with yourself after that kind of trauma?
I’ve been dipping in and out of Colubrina’s HP since before I was even on tumblr; I actually found them in those dark yesteryears when the only fandom interactions I had were on fanfiction.net. Of such fame as Green Girl, which is an HP fic staple, and has also written a lot of wackier, crackier, and darker things than that. If you don’t take yourself too seriously, I highly recommend many of their big HP works, though I imagine it’ll press some people’s buttons. Colubrina’s work really does take up a corner of my mind whenever I’m in an HP mood, and will take up yours if you let it.
☆ all waiting is long, by shuofthewind on AO3, 149k ( @shu-of-the-wind on tumblr)
This is so well written that I can’t stop thinking about it. It is occupying my mind when I lie awake at night, you know? It’s one of those. Hermione messes with something she probably shouldn’t have in Grimmauld Place, so when Sirius is sent through the Veil in the Department of Mysteries, she gets thrust into an alternate universe...in 1975. Instead of handwaving it away, shuofthewind actually gets into the mechanics of it in a way that makes sense, to emphasize that hermione is never going home. ever. The world she finds herself is shifted slightly to the left, quite a bit darker, but in a “the author is treating the idea of a society-wide conflict over blood purity much more seriously than JKR ever did” way, not a sensationalist way. Now, Hermione has to grapple with all her grief at losing everyone she’s ever loved or known, the moral/ethical/magical implications of sharing what she knows about her future in an alternate world, and, you know, a goddamn war with people who want to murder her for being who she is. This Hermione is smart, and she’s kind, and she’s powerful, and she’s making real friends. If you hate JKR’s guts I’d go read this right now, because it delivers in all the ways she failed us. It’s plotty, its got great world-building, and it pulls back the white curtain on the wizarding world to show you that, like real life, it’s multicultural and full of queer people...and the discrimination that comes with both.
shuofthewind write epics, mainly for the MCU, and I’ve read some of them a looooong time ago, so this fic kinda seemed out of left field for me but im SOOOO GLAD it exists. If you want MCU fic you can sink your teeth into, go for it, but alas, they do not have any more HP fic (.......yet?)
Speak Now [+] Listen Now, by mrsfrizzle on AO3, 33k altogether
Harry reaches out to Remus for support because Umbridge is getting to him with her literal torture. Remus, being a former professor, former mandatory reporter, person who loves Harry and has since he was born, and all around good man, tells Harry he has to tell someone, or Remus will. It’s everything any adult looking back on that time in HP canon ever wanted, which is for an actual adult to say “what the fuck, those are literal chidlren” and then do something about it. Then, a far more dangerous task: Harry trusts Remus enough to go to him about the Dursleys. Harry and Remus’ relationship develops SO WELL, and there’s a bit of exploration about how Sirius may not exactly be guardian material, because he did in fact spend 12 years of his life getting tortured instead of growing up. I think I’m actually going to go reread this right now, because it speaks to my id.
they do have some other HP fic which did not appeal to my hyperspecific wants, but may appeal to some of yours. I think they’re also a published author, there should be a link on their profile page.
chase the stars, by Duskglass on AO3, 101k (@felix-duskglass on tumblr)
When Harry is five years old, a picture of him ends up in the Daily Prophet, and Sirius Black, Terror of Ministry Officials Touring Azkaban everywhere, gets a hold of that issue. He then, in order: breaks out of Azkaban; crosses the countryside to Surrey; Finds Harry: Kidnaps Harry; Breaks Into Remus’ Apartment; starts processing (or maybe just acknowledging) his trauma from Azkaban, the war, and his childhood; and pines after Remus. It’s a little plotty, and deals a lot (sometimes through flashbacks) with the specific awful things that happened to Sirius—largely because, after years in the constant presence of Dementors, those are nearly literally the only memories he has left. It’s a wonder he’s got the strength to love Harry and Remus at all. But then, maybe it isn’t.
This is a Very Serious Fic, but the rest of Duskglass’s HP work is actually just cracky enough to tickle your funny-bone, while still making you think “okay but why couldn’t we have done that in the first place.”
So! That’s it for recs, for now. These are all things I’ve found and read in the last month; if any of y’all are interested in my old HP recs, let me know and I can make a post for that, too. While I’m still very conflicted about my choice of current fandom, I am not in ANY way conflicted about my taste in fic and authors. Send these guys some love, read their fic if you’re so inclined, and leave some nice comments at the end of it.
#harry potter#hp#fic recs#hp fic#to the authors: if for some reason you don't want to be on this list#let me know and i'll be happy to take your part down#tho i'm hoping you're fine with it because i want other people to read this stuff#and then cry about it with me#harry potter fic#harry potter fic recs
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Okay I don’t really post a lot on here but I really wanted to put in my two cents on Gang of Secrets (Yes, I know I’m two days late)
OH MY GOD, GUYS! Thomas Astruc and the gang promised that this would be an emotional season but GOS absolutely went above and beyond all of my expectations, and trust me: they were high. I thought Chat Blanc was the peak of Angst and Fluff and then we’re hit with this episode! Every single time I thought that it had reached the best part, something even better happened! Here comes a rant
CAUTION: Gang of Secrets spoilers below
LADYNOIR MOVIE DATE LADYNOIR MOVIE DATE LADYNOIR MOVIE DATE!!!
Adrien really out and tried the oldest move in the book with that stretch arm around her thing and I adore him for that
Also can we PLEASE talk about Adrien's character development? Yeah, he was putting the moves on Ladybug as always because he didn't know about her breakup or pain. The SECOND he realized something was really wrong, he stopped and was there for her, recognizing her heartbreak. Can we please stop giving him shit for flirting? He didn't show a hint of jealousy or pride that now she's single and can date him or something like that. He was a perfect gentleman and even better A GOOD FRIEND TO HER.
Marinette using Ladybug as an escapism tactic, hiding away from her own life by staying in Ladybug. That hurt and also felt like a personal attack on my own escapism tactics.
Trixx was so sweet, trying to encourage Marinette to call the girls back and taking down the pictures that made her sad. We need more Trixx content!!!
We're all talking about Juleka taking the 4k close-up of Luka but are we just gonna graze over the fact that Alya has countless pictures of Marinette being Marinette™ in front of Adrien?
also, JULEKA SAW HER DEPRESSED BROTHER AND HER FIRST INSTINCT WAS TO TAKE A PICTURE AND I WOULD SELL A KIDNEY TO SEE THAT SCENE IN CANON (But I'm living for all the art of if)
Rose leaning on Juleka's shoulder, Juleka calling Rose "Princess," My sapphic heart can't handle this
Marinette... Do you keep those glasses on you at all times? Why was she wearing them while sobbing in a bathroom stall? Why is everyone just glossing over this? I have so many questions about a 5-second scene.
Mylene: Let's do this cool ritual I saw ancient tribes do in an old magazine! Alix: Or we could just bring her juice and do something normal? Everyone: Looks at Alix like SHE'S the crazy one
THE ANIMATION MADE THIS EPISODE SO MUCH MORE HEARTBREAKING! IT'S SO SMOOTH AND CINEMATIC AND THE DETAIL OF THE RED PUFFINESS OF MARINETTE'S EYES!
The symbolism of the dollhouse that she used to hide the Miraculous box
Did Marinette really out and build this wholeass fake sewing box with a specific secret button sequence on the thread spools in like 10 minutes? "Welp, that cardboard dollhouse didn't work. Onto Plan B" WHAT
All kwamis are canonically aroace and yes, my Plikki heart sobs, but the REPRESENTATION FOR MY AROACES OUT THERE!
Eiffel tower go woooo
Ladybug trusted Chat to go and fight FOUR villains ON HIS OWN
AND HE DID
ALYA BROKE FREE FROM THE AKUMATIZATION
I REPEAT
ALYA BROKE FREE ON HER OWN BECAUSE SHE TRUSTED LADYBUG
Ladybug told Alya about being the guardian which is a secret that is better left unknown for her own safety as well as that of the sidekicks (I believe this is when she made up her mind to tell Alya, but I'll talk about that more in a future post)
Alya promised not to say a word about Ladybug being the guardian or look into it anymore despite it being her biggest scoop up to that point.
FINALLY SOME MORE RENA ROGUE
Alya is here for the MariChat shippers and for that we are eternally grateful
Chat calling Rena and Ladybug "My ladies"
Ladybug calling Chat "My kitty"
I'm sobbing
Ladybug trusted Chat and Rena so much that she let herself get captured by the four villains, despite being one of the two most powerful miraculous holders and also the gaurdian
Rose looking into Ladybug's eyes and clearly admiring her form when she catches her. Super heterosexual
Ladybug was upset seeing her friends hugging and then Rena offered her her fist and she saw her two partners and felt happy again
The girls really came through for Marinette and even though she yelled and tried to push them away, they forgave her and offered her their support as she'd done so many times for each of them in the past. The girls deserve all the joy in the world
Alya could tell that Marinette was putting up a front to everyone and still wasn't telling them everything because best friends know all. Sorry Alya salters
"If you don't want to tell me what's happening, that's your right." Alya is so understanding that Marinette, the girl who had always been so open and honest and bubbly, is keeping something to herself that's weighing her down. And she doesn't push her to talk about it. Just offers her support. What a wonderful day to stan Alya Cesaire.
"If it's too heavy, we'll be two to carry it" I'M SOBBING
Marinette really set it up like she was about to come out to Alya and I'm wheezing
THE REVEAL
THE REVEAL
Alya didn't freak out or ask Marinette to prove it or even ask any questions. She was surprised for a moment and then immediately thought about the overwhelming pressure those responsibilities were putting on her best friend and set aside all of her own thoughts and reactions to comfort her. She is such an amazing person and amazing friend and I'm loving watching the Alya salters pout about this episode.
Miraculous has taken over tumblr and the trending and I say to that that it's about damn time. WE RISE
#What a wonderful time to be a multishipper#gang of secrets#ml season 4#ml spoilers#mlb#mlb spoilers#GOS#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#miraculoushub#luka couffaine#marinette#marichat#alyanette#ladynoir#adrienette#tikki#plagg#wobble eiffel tower#trixx#rena rogue#alya cesaire#miraculous ladybug rant#gang of secrets rant#gang of secrets spoilers
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Mental Breakdown Next Door
Hi everyone!
I’m Anna, aka Mental Breakdown Next Door. My friend Chris asked me how I managed to come up with that name, and the truth is I have no clue. I was fucking around in the home office one day, on the verge of a mental breakdown, and I told my fiance “Oh-Don’t worry about me, it’s just the mental breakdown next door.” I fell in love. Thank you brain for thinking of such nonsense. You did good kid.
Anyways, I’m Anna, I’m 26 years old. I’m obsessed with cats. I have 2, I would honestly adopt 82 more, if my apartment and fiance allowed me to. I used to have this dream of owning a cat farm. Like I would collect all the cats and protect and feed all of them. So, like obviously not a farm, more like a sanctuary, but I was 11 years old, I didn’t know these things.
My cats names are Pumpkin Simba and Stella Smelly Belly Luna. Listen, I understand the names are a lot. When we adopted Pumpkin, his name was originally Solo. Like what the fuck is that. I think it’s Star Wars shit. I kept calling him Simba though. I don’t know, he looks like a Simba. Stella was the smelliest little cat I had ever seen, and I instantly fell in love with her. She was scruffy and smelled like hay all over her belly. We fostered her at first and when we decided to adopt her, we said we were going to rename her Luna, but Stella just made sense for her. Here are some photos for your viewing pleasure.
Also, I am obsessed with the Sims 4. Listen, I know the Sims is a damn mess, but it’s the kind of chaos that I crave. My fiance introduced me to the Sims at the beginning of the pandemic. Since then I have been at peak mental state to start and never finish many legacy challenges.
Okay, now I want to talk about my fiance, Megan. I love her. Obviously. She is the most incredible human I have ever met. She is goofy, smart, and so incredibly patient with me. She has pretty severe ADHD, I love exploring her ADHD adventures with her, just as much as she loves exploring my crazy ass mental health. Here’s a super cute photo of us being in love. PSA this is a safe zone for all LGBTQ+ people, and I won’t tolerate hate of any kind. Thanks.
If you’ve made it this far, that’s pretty cool, and thank you! So, what is the real reason I’m starting this blog? Other than rambling about my feelings, its to talk about mental health and to kinda piece together my life. I’m currently a Graduate student studying Media Marketing and Communications and we focus a lot on branding ourselves. But like who am I? I’ve decided that’s kind of my brand...I don’t know what I’m doing and that okay. I’m not going to go too deep in this post, but I’m working on becoming authentic to myself. I grew up in a pretty controlling and judgemental environment where it felt impossible to be who I really was. I always felt like I was too goofy, weird, and different. That I never truly fit in anywhere. These feelings were really formative to me growing up, and really affected my mental health journey. I’ve struggled with anxiety, depression, chaotic behavior and dissociative episodes. Through this blog, I want to talk about everyday life, as minute the problem may be, and discuss mental health in a positive light. Having mental health issues does not mean I’m a fuck up, it merely means life is hard and has fucked me up. We need more visibility on these issues and I’m hoping to have an open forum. Please talk to me about your experiences, and I will talk to you about mine.
Thank you for listening to me, more to come!
#mental health#lgbtq#blogger#lgbtqblogger#mentalbreakdownnextdoor#female content creator#text#blog#this is annas fiance in the tags hello... kitty cat go meow
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It’s a late afternoon in April, and Sunisa “Suni” Lee is where most people find themselves a year into the pandemic: Home, in a sweatshirt, talking into a webcam. The 18-year-old gymnast is poised to make history at the summer Olympics, but over Zoom, she’s just like any teenager, reflecting on everything she’s balancing behind the scenes.
While training for a wildly unpredictable Games, Lee has been caring for her recently paralyzed father, mourning the deaths of her aunt and uncle from COVID, and recovering from a broken foot that jeopardized her lifelong dream to win gold. Now Lee, whose parents emigrated from Laos, is also fighting to qualify as the first-ever Hmong American Olympic gymnast—all while her community contends with a national surge in anti-Asian violence. “People hate on us for no reason,” Lee says from her parents’ house in St. Paul, Minnesota. “It would be cool to show that we are more than what they say. I don’t know how to explain that...”
Lee’s father inches his wheelchair closer into the Zoom screen, and answers for her. “It would be the greatest accomplishment of any Hmong person in the U.S. ever,” he says. “It will go down in history.”
Before the Tokyo Olympics were postponed in March 2020, Lee’s family was preparing for the trip of a lifetime. Though she hadn’t actually made the team yet, her parents John Lee and Yeev Thoj had no doubts. They bought plane tickets to watch their daughter compete, and planned to celebrate afterward with a trip to Laos to show Lee and her siblings where they grew up. Both John and Yeev are Hmong, an ethnic group made of people primarily from Southeast Asia and areas in China who fought alongside the U.S. in the Vietnam War. After losing most of their land in the war, many Hmong fled to Thailand as refugees. By the late ‘70s and ‘80s, around 90 percent of the refugee population had resettled in the U.S., where there are now 18 Hmong clans, the largest residing in Minneapolis-St. Paul.
Lee describes her community there as “really close.” More than 300 people come to her family’s annual camping trip, and she can’t go to a local Asian store without someone asking after her dad. She has become something of a local celebrity herself. At Hmong events, Lee gets stopped for photos by people who tell her how proud they are. “It’s nice knowing I have them to fall back on,” she says. “The support is amazing.”
But last May, just two months before the Olympic opening ceremony was originally scheduled to take place, Lee’s family and the rest of the Twin Cities Hmong community found themselves thrust into the national conversation over race and policing. Kellie Chauvin, the now ex-wife of Derek Chauvin, the officer who murdered George Floyd, is Hmong American. So is Tou Thao, another officer on the scene who is set to stand trial in August on charges of aiding and abetting second-degree murder and aiding and abetting second-degree manslaughter in connection to Floyd’s murder. As part of the ensuing protests, several nearby Hmong American businesses were vandalized. John says it got “scary” when several homes on their block were broken into.
“I was trying to make the Hmong community more known,” Lee says. “When that happened, I felt like it was a setback.”
Lee’s journey to the Olympics started with a lumpy mattress and a piece of plywood. Her parents were eager to preoccupy their energetic, gymnastics-obsessed seven-year-old, and a balance beam seemed like the perfect distraction. John built a four-foot-long structure from a spare mattress that, to his credit, still stands in their yard today. He also taught Lee, who’s one of six kids, how to do flips on the bed.
By then, Lee had captured the attention of Jess Graba, a coach at Midwest Gymnastics. “It was super raw and she was just a little kid, but she had some talent,” Graba says, remembering when they met. “Her flips were kind of crazy—she had been practicing in her yard—and she clearly had some ability to go upside down without fear.”
In 2016 when she was 14, Lee was named to the U.S. junior national team, and it became clear Graba could be coaching one of the next great American gymnasts. They traveled around the world together for competitions, and by 2018, Lee had won a gold medal on uneven bars at the National Championships. Five-time Olympic medalist Nastia Liukin, Lee’s longtime hero, took notice of the high-flying athlete. “Her abilities as a gymnast, especially her bar routine, are incredible,” Liukin tells ELLE. “But it’s the unparalleled mental strength that she has shown during the most difficult time of her life that make her the person she is.”
Just two days before the 2019 National Championships, John fell from a ladder while trimming a tree. He was paralyzed from the chest down. At the time, Graba thought Lee shouldn’t compete out of concern for her safety: A distracted athlete is a danger to themselves because they are much more likely to lose focus and get injured. It would have been a devastating end to a decade of training, as nationals are like an unofficial pre-qualifier for the Olympic Games. But John remained confident in his daughter’s ability to compete under pressure. Before Lee stepped onto the mat, they FaceTimed and he advised her to clear her mind—and remember to have fun. “She can stay focused when she puts her mind to it,” he says.
As John watched the competition from his hospital bed, beaming with pride, Lee won the silver in all-around competition, nailing one of the hardest bar routines in the world. One month later, at the U.S. World Championships selection camp, she came within four-tenths of a point of beating Simone Biles in the all-around—the closest anyone has come to Biles in years—and landed one step closer to fulfilling her Olympic dream.
In March 2020, Lee was scrolling through Twitter after practice when she saw the news: The Olympics were postponed, for the first time in modern history, due to COVID. Lee wiped tears away with chalky hands as years of carefully laid plans were thrown into limbo. “To have that taken away from us without having any control is very hard,” she says. “I went through a depressed phase, and it was hard to get out of.”
For weeks Lee could do little more than sleep and cry. Her gym was closed for three months— practically an eternity in the unforgiving timeline of an elite gymnast. When it did reopen in June, Lee broke her foot, meaning three more months of downtime. “If you were 100 percent ready for the 2020 Olympics, then you’re spending the year going, ‘Let’s just not get injured. Let’s just not make any mistakes,’” Graba says.
Lee found an unexpected source of comfort in Biles, who went from being her biggest competition to one of her closest friends after they competed in 2019. “She was there for me,” Lee says. During lockdown, they Snapchatted and texted—two of the only people in the world who truly understood the gut-punch of waiting another year for the Games to begin.
Then, as the country continued to face rising COVID rates in summer 2020, Lee’s own family was devastated by the virus. Her aunt and uncle—close family members who babysat her as a kid—both died of COVID less than two weeks apart. Lee’s uncle, a Hmong shaman, had helped heal her hurt foot with hot ginger and other herbal medicines. Like so many others did during the pandemic, Lee said goodbye over Zoom.
As the nation slowly starts to heal, so has Lee. She can now spot small silver linings from the past year, like spending more time with her siblings and driving her dad to doctor’s appointments, which she calls “good for me mentally, because typically I’m never with them.” It has taken months and months to get back to the peak shape she was in pre-pandemic, but now it’s full steam ahead. The U.S. Championships are the first week of June, and the Olympic trials are later that month. Lee says the extra year has strengthened her performance on the uneven bars and made her more consistent overall. “I just didn’t want to see myself fall back,” she says. “I don’t want to disappoint my coaches or my parents.”
Still, a spot on the team isn’t guaranteed. For the first time in history, U.S. women’s gymnastics has only four open spots (down from five at the 2016 Games), one of which will almost definitely go to Biles. At this point, it might be harder for a U.S. gymnast to make the Olympic team than it is to actually win a medal once they’re there.
Unsurprisingly, none of this seems to phase Lee. She is no stranger to finding the best version of herself under intense circumstances—the version that wins medals, defies gravity, and advocates for her community. Before falling asleep at night, she visualizes herself sticking a perfect landing and coming home as the first Hmong American Olympic gymnastics champion. History made.
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Are y’all perhaps interested in some... Pokefic?
Hello I am here today to be a shitty fic salesman if I may.
Tell me friends, do you like Pokemon? Do you like fics? Do you like fics set in the Pokemon world, more specifically those who take the existing story of a region and expand upon it while adding a whole bunch of shit that (probably) no one asked for but the writer is too off his shits to care?
And MOST IMPORTANTLY, do you like Sinnoh? Some Dawns and Barrys, some Cynthias perhaps? Do you want to experience the story of Platinum from a new perspective now that the remakes are so close by?
And, finally... do you like fics that are not only very long (more than 100 chapters jesus christ where has the time gone) but also near completion?
In that case, you might be interested in Child of Thorns, my original, cool and sexy Sinnoh adventure fic.
Now, the previous description and accompanying cool-looking cover might have peaked your interest, but you still probably don’t know anything about the fic. Well, here’s a few things that Child of Thorns can offer you:
1) Reasons to read Child of Thorns:
--> Have you ever wondered what Dawn would be like if she were a depressed theater kid who wakes up every day and chooses violence? That’s the protagonist of this story! Her name is Inyssa (Dawn is her last name).
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---> Do you like realistic depictions of trauma, mental ilness and complicated family issues without it being overtly grimdark? There’s always gotta be some hope, after all.
--> Have you ever wanted a trainer journey where protagonist and rival travel together, including all the slow burn classics we know and love? What if both of them are bi? What if they’re also super open and affectionate with each other while constantly denying themselves the possibility that they see each other as more than friends?
--> What about a Pokemon fic where you really gotta squint to find anyone who’s straight? I mean, Barry’s parents probably are, but who knows!?
---> Do you like stories where multiple characters and forces and entities are all struggling for power while those left below must gather together to clear the dark clouds hanging over the horizon?
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Oh shit, look at all these reasons! There’s some more stuff, but I don’t wanna make a grocery list when you could just find it all out for yourself.
Also, I have to ask.... do you like OCs in Pokemon fics? If not.... well, you do you, but if you do, then boy do I have some OCs for you.
2) Cool OCS:
We’ve got Metchi! An ex-Team Galactic grunt who is now determined to oppose both her previous companions and the forces behind Sinnoh’s government as a whole.
She also possesses the fabled cool glowy eyes that all good protagonists must have. If you ask her what said glowy eyes are about, she’ll probably tell you that it’s because she’s trans and that makes her cooler and more anime, but there’s probably something more to it. Read to find out!
We also have Reiko! A league challenger from Kanto who is buff and has a sword she likes to swing around, more often than not to the active detriment of her lofty goals and ideals.
She also has some cool glowiness to her but it’s different from Metchi’s glowiness.
There’s also Percy, Reiko’s boyfriend! If I had to guess he’s probably the richest Kalosian trans man in all of Sinnoh, though unfortunately all that money can’t buy him a way out of his family drama or his inability to not be a bit of an asshole.
Man, those sure are some OCs right there.
3) The end or something:
So anyway, if you’re interested in anything of what I’ve listed and if you wanna read a lot of me writing cool battles and political intrigue and a whole bunch of other shit with the cast of Sinnoh and more, feel free to give Child of Thorns a read!!
FFN
AO3 (recommended)
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